Filename: WhatDoc.txt

Title: Just What The Doctor Ordered

Author: Rewdius@gmail.com

Codes: Mg brief_Fg MF

Keywords: Cons, Rom, Pett, Extr Pedo, Oral, Anal, First, Brief_Les/Inc,
PIV

Summary:  My golden years weren't supposed to involve trips to doctor's
offices because of poor health.  Watching the best years of my life
disappear behind me like the back of a road sign at highway speed left
me wishing for a far different future.  Ongoing heart problems and the
misfortune of bad genetics proved otherwise.  It was when I was leaving
my doctor's office that my heart received a kind of therapy that no
doctor might approve of nor recommend.  Little Mary Baxter did more to
cure the heaviness in my chest than any number of prescriptions I might
have gotten from my family physician when I volunteered to become her
personal doctor after she bumped her knee.  After she saw the scar on my
chest from my triple bypass surgery she did more than help me feel
better about such an obvious "owie" close to my heart.

Copyright:  2012

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The following is a literary work of adult erotic fiction and is laced
with tremendously immoral and strongly perverse sexual activities
between an adult man and an underage girl, one of whom is a preschooler.
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between an adult man and young female children, then delete this file
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None of the events described herein ever took place nor were influenced
by the descriptions or deeds by any human being.  Everything in this
fantasy was the creation of a single person's mind, where nobody was
touched, fondled, coaxed, or coerced into any sexual situation.

Enjoy this wicked reverie at your own risk, and do not be surprised if
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Eliston Gaulfre
Rewdius@gmail.com

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"Look, Bart ... if you don't do something about your weight, get some
exercise to improve your cardiovascular condition, climb out of your
house once in a while, visit some friends, or do some volunteer work,
you're gonna have another heart attack.  This next one is most likely
gonna kill you.  Do I have your attention now?"

The way Doctor Philips shared his prognosis without his usual humor
meant I needed to finally do something about my poor health.  If I
didn't I'd get to look forward to being fitted for a nice casket.

He shared some information about a few local gyms who catered to mature
client?le at a reduced rate, made a few references about spending more
time grazing in a vegetable patch rather than hunting down greasy
burgers, French fries, and thick chocolate shakes, handed me a flimsy
yellow carbon less form that I was supposed to give to the young lady at
the front desk, and left the room after he shook my hand.  My doctor
wasn't clueless, and he certainly was mature enough to know what he was
talking about, but that didn't make me feel any better.

After I stepped back into the waiting room through a lobby door I began
to believe the rest of my life was going to be a long boring routine of
sweating with a bunch of other people who had no other place to go, or
out-of-shape or older folks like me who'd gotten the word from their
friendly doctor to get with it or get ready for a funeral.  Things were
definitely not looking up, and I began to regret having walked into my
family physician's office that morning.

I hadn't even walked a foot from the receptionist counter after handing
off my deductible payment when I felt my heart beat a little bit faster
than it had in quite a while.  It's a good thing my family physician
hadn't convinced me to wear a portable heart rate monitor, because he
would have asked me why my pulse had gone up so much before I'd stepped
out of his office and onto a treadmill.

"Well ... hi, Bart!  I didn't know we shared the same family doctor."

"Hello, Mrs.  Baxter."

But it wasn't the young mother who caught my eye and caused my heart
rate and blood pressure to go up a little bit.  It was her preschool
little girl, Mary, still dressed in nothing more than a long t-shirt and
panties who had my attention.  The child was whimpering, extending one
of her cute little hands up toward her mother's face from where she was
standing close to the woman's feet, rubbing a knee with the other small
appendage as if something had happened to it, and doing her best to look
and sound pitiful.

"Mawwwww-Meeeee!"

That precious preschool angel had been my fantasy playmate for months,
but since I didn't have any children of my own, and older single men
aren't normally thought of as acceptable playmates for little girls, I
had little hope of improving upon any sort of casual relationship.

Her folks owned a house across the street and three doors down from
mine, so although I saw their little girl almost every day I wasn't
around her family enough to be thought of as a close friend to her folks
or a nice playmate to my petite heartthrob.  About the only thing I
could look forward to was seeing Mary playing in her front yard with a
few of her friends if I timed my arrivals and departures on the street
correctly, or if I meandered around the front of my property pretending
to do something domestic and worthwhile.

Sure, Mary knew who I was, I'd visited with her dad a number of times
when the guy needed an extra hand with a broken appliance or a mower
that wouldn't start, but I never had much of a chance to spend time with
the real object of my interest ... Mary.  About the only vestige of
hope for me was if the darling girl might stare at me with her piercing
gaze, or make a game of hiding from sight when I'd just happen to come
visit her dad and pretend to be startled by her presence.

Mrs.  Baxter chose to ignore her daughter's pleas and spoke to me
instead.

"What brings you to Doctor Philip's office, Bart."

"My heart."

Before I could provide anything more Mary again did her best to elevate
her vocalizations and encourage her mom to pick the child up.

"Mawwwww-Meeeee!  Help me!  It hurts."

Mary sounded so pathetic whimpering at her mother, and she did her best
to look the part of one of those orphan children on late night TV with
tears in her eyes, a look of utter desperation all over her cute little
round face, and so little clothing on I couldn't help but try my best
not to get noticed staring.

Rather than focus on my inability to respond the young mother turned,
snapped at her daughter, and only made the situation worse.

"Mary!  Enough!  You just bumped your knee after you fell down.  I told
you not to run across the parking lot.  That should be a lesson to you
to listen to me.  Besides, I can't carry you around like a little baby
all the time.  My arms are tired, and I've got an appointment with the
doctor in a few minutes, so ... hush!"

As predictable as the sun rising Mary balled her small hands up, tucked
them tight to her eyes, and began to pour on the tears.  She didn't wail
like some noisy terror at most restaurants or on a flight across the
country in a small commercial jet, but her body twitched and mouth began
to emit a low stuttering whimper that made her even more precious to me.

After her knee was uncovered I saw a small red spot and a single short
scratch on her leg that illustrated where the ground must have caused
her discomfort.  Mary must have needed a little attention, but it was
obvious her mother only doled that out in small doses, when she felt
like it, or when she wasn't busy with some specific task that involved
both of her adult hands.

From some deep part in my soul, and acting in a grand-uncle capacity, I
drew up my courage and decided to see if I could make the scene a little
less painful for at least one little girl.  I squat down in front of
Mary, used both hands to express my affection for her by caressing her
upper arms in a few gentle sweeps of my fingers, and whispered to her as
if I didn't want anyone more than her mother to hear.

"There's no reason to cry, Mary.  I'm sure your mommy will hold you in a
little while after she talks to the doctor.  Why don't you let me take a
look at your knee, Kitten?"

It was apparent Mary was willing to accept consolation from anyone in
the immediate area, because with no warning, and absolutely no qualms to
embarrass me, the child thrust her arms toward me, reached out to my
neck, bolted forward, literally threw herself into my chest, and wrapped
her small silken limbs around my head.

I was immediately suffused with a kind of warmth and electricity that I
rarely experienced in my life after I lost my own little girl.

Acting in a purely automatic manner, and doing as any loving adult
would, I wrapped the little girl up in a tight hug and lifted her into
an ardent embrace.  In doing so my left hand went around her small body
and landed on her back, but my right appendage went under her t-shirt.
In that location it was placed onto an area of round softness hidden by
a single layer of snug fabric over her pert fanny, and that sort of
sensation sent a burst of electricity right to my heart.

Perhaps that was the sort of stimulus my family doctor asked me to get.

The feel of her full and rubbery tush was certainly better than a
medical device to get my heart pumping faster.  But it was what her
mother said at my right side that filled me with more delight than the
promise of any medication to heal all of my ailments, and the strong
demonstration of innocent affection by her child and where my right hand
ended up.

"If you spoil Mary with lots of hugs, Bart, she'll be all over you for
another hundred all day long.  Trust me, my husband has to put up with
that sort of thing whenever he's around."

My mouth was moving even before my brain had a chance to process what
Mrs.  Baxter had said.

"Mary can ask for as many hugs as she wants, and I'd be more than happy
to give them to her.  Besides, we're at a doctor's office, and her knee
might need to be tended to."

"She's not hurt, Bart.  All she did was bump her knee when she tripped,
and she caught herself before she fell hard, so there's no real damage."

"I know this sounds impertinent, but would you be offended if I made a
fool of myself and gave Mary a little quiet attention while you're
checking in with the receptionist?  I wouldn't mind affording her a few
of those hundred hugs you talked about and possibly carry her around for
a few minutes.  Besides, Doc Philips wants me to get some exercise, and
hefting this little thing around might do both of us some good."

"Ha, ha!  Great!  Then consider yourself officially signed up for that
job.  As far as I'm concerned I'd be happy to have a break."

Time seemed to stand still while I was kneeling a few feet inside the
front door of Doctor Philip's office and holding Mary in my arms.  Her
body seemed to heal many of the psychological and emotional wounds I'd
had to contend with during the last ten or twelve years.  The intense
squeeze from her small limbs around my neck was firm enough to cause
some minor discomfort, the heat from her body sufficient to burst me
into flames, but the softness of her skin so comforting I could actually
feel a sense of calm sweep over me.

Beyond the immediate improvement in my heart's condition it was the
pliable feel of her small fanny inside my right hand that seemed to be
the best sort of natural cure or remedy for someone like me.  It was
certainly enough to stir something within my body that hadn't had enough
blood in quite a while, whether anyone at a medical research foundation
thought my preference was a good idea or not.

What Mary didn't know, and her mother might not want to find out, was my
being one of those mature male patients who could ask for a prescription
of a few 'little blue pills' for a condition that had no cure.  Holding
the preschoolers bum in my right hand seemed to have a greater effect on
my 'condition' than staring at a XXX porn DVD, and I liked the sort of
treatment I was getting from a half-dressed little girl a lot more than
one my doctor might consider or offer.

Doctor Philip's office staff might not have known what I wanted at that
moment, but their desire to be efficient proved a boon to me.  From
beyond the small window across the lobby one of the young ladies in the
receptionist's area spoke to Mary's mother in a friendly manner.

"Good morning, Mrs.  Baxter.  If you'd update your files with the latest
medical insurance information we'll get you started and in to see the
doctor when you're finished."

My reaction to the little girl might have been meant to allay Mary's
tears, but I had no idea what the long-term effect it might have on my
life when I held the child tight to my body, stood up, turned to face
her mother, and spoke.

"While you're filling the paperwork out I'll keep Mary busy and tend to
her life threatening injuries, Mrs.  Baxter."

"Ha, ha, that's fine, but good gosh, Bart.  Why do you have to sound so
formal?  You know my first name."

"Sure ... Beth, but I was raised at a different time when gentlemen
were expected to act in a more civilized and genteel manner and treat
ladies with respect."

"You're such a darling man, Bart.  Now I see why Mary's asked for you to
come play with her more than once."

"Pardon?"

Beth brought the clipboard with a blank insurance form in one hand and
coaxed me to walk toward an array of cushioned chairs.  I was apparent
I'd be able to sit with Mary while Beth completed her paperwork.

Beth used the clipboard to point to a chair next to a small table filled
with magazines and then spoke to me as if we'd been best friends for
years.

"You mean to tell me you haven't noticed the way she tries to get your
attention each time you come over to help Ken with some household task?"

"Well ... I just figured she was acting like every little girl does
when a neighbor comes over."

"Yeah ... like a 'neighbor' who doesn't mind carrying my little monster
around when she puts up a little show of tears."

After Beth sat down I took the spot to her left with Mary still in my
arms, her hands gripping the collar of my shirt behind my head to keep
me from letting her go, and her head tucked over my left shoulder.  If
anyone had walked into the doctor's office they might have suspected I
was either the child's grandfather or grand-uncle.

Mary had no reluctance to remain where she was, and she seemed so at
ease she withdrew her left hand from around my neck so she could show me
what was bothering her.

"Look, Mister Bart!  I got a owie."

To anyone else her actions weren't that significant, but with her left
knee tucked up toward her chin, and the front of her thin panties open
for view, Mary was able to steal every vestige of my intelligence.  She
might have wanted me to look at her knee and where her finger was
pointing, but I was more focused on a parcel of Heaven just beyond a
thin layer of fabric far between her chubby silken thighs.

It took a moment, but I was eventually able to collect my thoughts and
tend to the child as I'd originally hinted I might.

"Let's take a look Kitten.  Show me where it hurts."

"Heeee-urrr!"

She used her petite left index finger to draw my attention to a small
red spot that wasn't as noticeable as it had been the first time I saw
it.  Given enough time it would have most likely disappeared on its own,
but I needed to act on her desire for attention and relief before that
happened.  After all, her comfort ... and my pleasure counted on it.

"Awwww ... poor Angel.  Here ... let me kiss it and make it better."

" kay "

I slipped the fingers on my right hand around her supple calf, tugged
her leg out so I could see a little more of her tender panty-covered
charms, swept my thumb back and forth over her skin close to her injury
but not over it, tilted my head down, and placed a long, slow, puckered
kiss directly onto the small red spot on her kneecap.  I probably could
have licked and sucked on her skin for an hour, but my treatment needed
to be gentle, light, and afforded with a kind of loving tenderness that
little girls craved ... and mothers weren't suspicious of.

After a two second kiss I sat up, smiled at Mary, and whispered.

"All better now?"

"More, Mister Bart, please?"

Through the corner of my eye I could see Beth shake her head, and I
could hear her sigh as if she'd heard the 'more' plea too many times
already that day.  As long as the young mother didn't stop me or start
to complain about my treatment of her daughter I'd afford the child as
many kisses as I could provide ... no matter where it hurt.  I could
only hope the little girl bumped her fanny really soon.

My face was brought close a second time, I kissed Mary's kneecap three
times in quick succession, caressed any potential saliva away with the
face of my right thumb, and then tilted my head forward so my forehead
and nose could come into contact with Mary's.  I might have wanted to
give the petite heartthrob even more public displays of affection on her
plump bee-stung lips, but I wasn't about to risk angering her mother.

"All better now, Kitten.  No more owies."

"Thanks, Mister Bart."

"You're welcome, Mary.  If you need me to kiss your booboos next time
you just let me know."

" kay "

She got another tight hug, and I heard her whimper into the ear on the
opposite side of my head from where her mother was sitting.  The moment
I pulled her into another embrace my small lap dancer wiggled her way
forward and pushed her bum right over my cock.  What a truly wonderful
sensation, the feeling inside my slacks, and my lack of a rock-hard
erection notwithstanding.

A moment later she tucked her head over my left shoulder so a small left
thumb could be stuffed between her plump and quivering lips.  Maybe it
was my willingness to hold her, or the fact that I was caressing her
back in long slow sweeps with both hands while she squat on my lap and
remained along the left side of my chest.  Perhaps it was because I'd
been willing to offer the child consolation and comfort for her minor
injury.  But Mary seemed to crave physical contact from me as much as I
wanted to provide it to her.  If it was possible I'd give the little
angel all the physical contact I could get away with ... most of which
her mother and father wouldn't notice nor approve of.

In a matter of two minutes, and during her mom's attention to the form
in her possession, Mary fell asleep tight to my body.

I couldn't have asked for a more pleasant form of cardiovascular therapy
from any doctor in the whole world.  There was something magical about
holding such a precious little girl in my arms and be trusted enough by
that tender life to keep possession of her for a short time.  Of course,
the feeling of her rubbery fanny on my lap, and the weight of her body
over my cock, wasn't all that bad, either.

I knew I'd need to surrender my chest ornament eventually, but for a
minute or two I could pretend I was a father again.  If only my own
little girl had lived past her third birthday.

It was while I was immersed in my own Heaven on Earth that Beth took the
form back to the administrative staff and received instructions to make
her way to a small examination room beyond the closed lobby door.

"You can go right in, Mrs.  Baxter.  Doctor Philips will be in to see
you in just a few minutes.  Examination room three is available."

Beth turned around to face me, waited for a second, and then made my
life a lot brighter.

"Bart ... do you have any immediate plans?"

"Immediate?"

"Are you supposed to be anywhere for the next half hour, and then lunch
after that?"

"No.  When I leave here I'll be headed to the grocery store to pick up
some foods I don't normally enjoy, but are good for me ... and after
that I'll be headed home."

The receptionist gave me a look that proved she knew why I was visiting
with Doctor Philips that day.  Beth didn't seem to notice at all.

"Would you mind ... I hate to ask this of you, but ... "

"I'll stay right here until your appointment is over, Beth."

"You're such a dear, Bart."

A moment later the woman was beyond the lobby door and headed toward an
examination room for whatever medical requirement she had.  I could only
hope Beth would need to wait even longer than I did when I showed up
early for my appointment.  Sitting in a small boring room devoid of a
little girl who needed affection wasn't my idea of fun.

Mary couldn't have cared less who came and went for the next half hour,
her head over my left shoulder, her right arm dangling over the back of
the chair I was sitting in after her petite appendage released my
collar, her breathing into my neck warming more than the skin beyond the
fabric of my shirt, and the suckling noises around her left thumb doing
something to my soul that wouldn't be considered appropriate for any
'gentlemen' in polite society.

Rather than an image of her enjoying a bottle of formula my mind began
to consider something a lot more gender specific that belonged to me.
She wouldn't get a lot of sustenance, but I'd have the time of my life.

It was only the sound of a car horn in the parking lot behind me that
made Mary jump and wake up.  But it was what she said in my left ear
after she yawned that filled me with a passion I hadn't known since I
was a young man.

"I gotta go potty, Mister Bart."

Beth emerged from beyond the lobby door just in time to prevent my lap
from smelling like urine and my heart from bursting out of my chest.
Had anyone else in the lobby heard what Mary asked, and could see what
was rumbling around inside my head, they'd be asking too many questions
about my wanting to take a little girl to the bathroom by myself.

"Uhhh, Beth?"

"Hi, Bart.  Thank you for being such a sport and holding Mary for me."

"Mary needs to make a trip to the little girl's room."

"Yeah ... with all the juice she drank this morning at breakfast I was
sure she'd need to stop soon."

Mary was held tight to my body, I rose from my seated position, and I
walked toward the child's mother expecting to hand my charge to the
woman, but Mary had other ideas.

"Nnnnnn!"

Rather than address me Beth spoke to Mary instead.

"Awwww, come on, Mary.  Poor Mr.  Bart has been holding you for the last
half hour.  Let the man go and use your own two feet for once."

"No!  Carry!"

The moment I tried to disconnect my living parasite from my chest Mary
began to make a fuss, tears flowing like rain, another mournful display
of whimpers and whines emitted from her mouth, and her grip grew so
tight around my neck it appeared she might have believed I'd toss her
over a cliff.

To prevent another display of preschool emotions, and to move the tyke
along, I offered a compromise.

"I can carry her to the bathroom door, Beth.  You can take over from
there."

What Beth said next sent a shiver up and down my back, and it filled me
with a sensation akin to what I felt when I cupped Mary's bum.

"Gee, thanks.  And I was hoping you might be foolish enough to want the
full treatment after acting like her personal servant."

"Yeah ... I can see where you'd get that impression."

"Hee, hee."

Beth's giggle sounded both cute and conspiratorial, as if she was
planning something for me that I hadn't anticipated.

It took some negotiating, but I was eventually coaxed to act as Mary's
support system and personal attendant behind a closed bathroom door, her
mother smiling at my nervousness and watching everything I was doing.
The child's panties were drawn down her legs far enough to keep them
from getting wet, but not so far to show off too much of something that
I'd secretly hungered for since I was in high school.  During Mary's
movements inside a small bathroom normally meant only for one person she
lifted her other knee a bit too quickly and bumped it into the front
edge of the sink next to the commode.

"OWWW!"

A second later she was crying again, and it was my job to act as her
personal doctor and physical therapist.

"Hey, hey, hey!  Take it easy, Chief.  Doctor Bart is here."

She was shifted around in my grasp so I could lift her right knee to my
lips, it was kissed a few times, and I tried like holy Hell to see as
much of her bald charms as I could without being noticed.  I might have
wanted to stay in that small room and stare at her nakedness, but Beth
would have caught on eventually.

"Come on, Kitten.  Let's get you on the potty so you can go pee."

"Wuh ... wuh ... will you kiss my owie some more, Mister Bart?"

Little girls seemed to know how to cry so older men would take pity on
them, and Mary had her act down pat.

"If we have time, yes.  Now, come on.  You need to finish, because
someone else might need to use the potty."

" kay "

Still whimpering Mary was positioned onto the wide commode ring, her
legs and back were supported, and while looking right into my eyes with
hers still filled with tears the little girl emptied her bladder.  In
order to prove my willingness to act as the child's personal attendant I
collect a single square of tissue, wiped Mary's tears away, and then
leaned closer so I could kiss her nose.

"tee-hee."

I got a giggle as my reward, a smile as invitation to attempt something
like that again, and a whole new appreciation for how much Mary enjoyed
what I could do for her.  Given enough time, and lots of opportunities,
I'd be sure to help Mary enjoy quite a bit.

About the only task that I felt too uncomfortable with, at least with
Beth watching what I was doing, was the application of some clean white
bathroom tissue between Mary's chubby thighs when she was finished.
Thankfully my charge didn't insist I finish that task, and Beth was
relegated to perform her maternal duties with a comment to further
embarrass me added during the process.

"And here I thought you were going to take care of all of Mary's needs."

I could have said something, but I couldn't think of how to respond.

My charge was dressed after her underneath had been tended to by her
mother, and soon after I was again acting as her mode of transportation
through the front door of Doctor Philip's office.  After we'd emerged
into the bright sunshine and morning air Beth spoke again.

"Bart, you've been so tolerant of my little love magnet up to this
point, and you've certainly been willing to pretend to be her private
doctor, but you don't have to put up with it any longer if you don't
want to."

"Not at all, Beth.  It brings back some truly pleasant memories when I
was able to carry my own little girl at Mary's age and tend to her small
owies when she got one ... or a dozen."

"I didn't know you had a daughter, Bart.  You've never talked about her
before."

"Well ... something happened when she was three, and ... "

The tears in my eyes and the way my voice dropped off told Beth
everything she needed to know about my past.

"Oh my gosh!  I'm so sorry, Bart.  Please forgive me."

"It's okay, Beth.  You didn't know.  In fact, I've pretty much kept that
part of my life hidden from everyone, because I usually end up looking
like a blubbering idiot if I talk about my little Tammy too long."

"I guess that's why you're so willing to pretend to be a daddy again
with my little one, huh?"

"Yeah ... holding and carrying this little charmer around seems to
serve multiple purposes."

"What do you mean?"

"You got an opportunity to meet with the doctor undisturbed, Mary was
able to get some informal medical treatment for her injuries, I had a
chance to spend some time reliving a wonderful time in my past, and my
petite chest warmer was able to work her way a little further into my
heart.  If I didn't know any better she can see through me better than a
window pane and knows how to tug on my heartstrings to turn me into her
older playmate."

"How about if we test that last idea for a little while?"

"What do you have in mind, Beth?"

"You said you didn't have any plans for lunch, right?"

"That's right."

"And you're gonna make a trip to the grocery store before you go home,
correct?"

"Yes, Ma-am."

"And you're still willing to let Mary dictate how little her feet get to
hit the ground today and how often she insists you tend to her owies?"

"Ha, ha ... I don't wanna make it seem like I want to monopolize yours
or Mary's time Beth, but "

"Nonsense!  Our being at the doctor's office this morning at the same
time was fate, and I've never been one to deny the effect destiny has on
my life, so I'm not about to miss a chance like this one.  If you're
still willing to carry her around and soothe away her pains, then either
you're very generous, or bored out of your mind and incredibly
tolerant."

Without realizing it Beth led me to her car, had opened the rear
passenger door, and stepped back so I could settle Mary's fanny into
place in her child safety seat.  Since Mary had bumped both of her knees
either on her way to or inside the doctor's office I knew to protect her
head when I leaned into her mom's car.  I had no desire to make the
child feel worse by banging her around like some rag doll

The instant Mary's bum came into contact with the rainbow of colors of
the fabric of her child safety seat, and the half dozen extra tidbits of
finger food accidentally dropped there, Mary proved she had no desire to
be anywhere else than against my body.

"NO!  Hold me!"

I wouldn't have said anything, but Beth must have been tired of her
daughter's need to monopolize somebody else's time.

"Oh, good grief, Mary.  You act as if you've never been held in your
life.  If anyone saw that little display of emotions they might believe
I kept you locked up in a small wooden box."

Mary might have wanted me to let her ride on my lap to lunch, the food
market, and then back home, but her safety was more important than her
happiness, and I needed to prove how much I knew about the local laws
concerning the transportation of small human beings inside automobiles.

"Kitten ... look at me."

She stopped trying to jump back into my embrace, stared into my eyes,
and had a look on her face that left me with the impression that she
thought she was about to be spanked.

"Your mommy and you and me are gonna get something to eat in a little
bit, and I can hold you some more when we get there, okay?"

"Really, Mister Bart?"

"Uh huh.  Besides ... I don't have a safety seat in my car right now.
It's at home in the closet."

"Can I ride with you after you get it?"

Beth let a low chuckle escape before I was able to answer.

"Ha, ha ... I warned you, Bart.  Mary knows how to be a little
schemer."

I smiled at Mary, worked a few hairs away from her face with my right
index finger, and then whispered back to her.

"If your mommy and daddy say it's okay ... then, maybe.  For right now
we need to go get some lunch, and you need to ride with your mommy."

She lowered her face, fumbled with a stuffed animal that she drew to her
lap, and answered while nodding.

" kay "

"Good girl."

I leaned forward, enveloped Mary in my arms, and kissed her on the
cheek.  That only encouraged her to giggle and present her puckered lips
for round two after I leaned back.

"Tee-hee."

After her hug and kiss the little girl's safety harness was clipped into
place around her arms, I tried not to look guilty as a few fingers
rubbed along the gusset of her panties while fumbling with the single
vertical clip between her thighs, and after she was secured I wiggled a
few fingers into her tummy.  Her giggles and uplifted knees nearly
spelled my doom, and I was tempted to tickle her some more.

Before I was able to back out of my seated position with a few stuffed
toys around me, and evidence of at least one container of finger food
scattered on the carpet, Beth shared news that I could only have dreamed
might have filled my ears.

"If I didn't know any better, Bart ... you two are gonna be playmates
much faster than I would have believed."

Mary was offered one last playful kiss on the nose, I rose to my feet,
and made certain to leave no doubts as to what I might be in for.

"Sounds good to me.  I've been looking forward to my house sounding more
like a home than a solitary prison cell if I found a little playmate to
keep me company."

Beth didn't have to ask me any questions about my intentions or who I
might have wanted to invade the silence of my home.  Her smile, wink,
and nudge into my ribs as she moved to inspect how well I'd tended to
her daughter's safety seat confirmed I needed to keep my mouth closed
about any ambitions to play with her little girl.  Once everything
seemed acceptable to her Mary's mom whispered to the child, and I saw
the little girl's eyes widen and her face glow with excitement.  A
moment later the young mother was standing alongside me, and the rear
passenger door was closed.

"How about if we go have some breakfast for lunch, Bart?"

"Sure!  I know just the place.  How about that family pancake house at
the corner of Dewey and Wilson?"

"See you there, then ... boyfriend."

When Beth winked at me and stepped into her car I could have felt as if
she was flirting with me until I looked down into the rear passenger
window and saw Mary toss me a kiss from her small right hand.  To hear
the child's mother laughing as her car door was being closed confirmed
what Beth might have whispered to my newest little playmate.

Feeling much better than when I walked into Doctor Philip's office I
drove in a haze to a restaurant that served breakfast any time of the
day or night.  My rather youthful driving habits might have been because
of the level of testosterone in my blood stream, or my wish to cradle a
little preschooler in my arms as soon as I could.  I hadn't acted like a
young Romeo in quite a few years, but by the way my right foot was
pressed into the accelerator pedal, and the more deliberate manner of my
driving, more than one fellow driver on the city streets could tell I
was eager to get where I was going.

My arrival before Beth's meant I was able to make my way to Mary's side
of the car and help the child out after her mommy's car was tucked into
a spot not too far from mine and a little closer to the front door.  The
little girl was in my arms and tight to my chest as if she'd always been
there, and I was the immediate recipient of yet another kiss from Mary,
this time right from the little girl's lips onto mine.  The moment Beth
saw what her daughter did, and the way I was cooing and smiling at the
precious angel in my grasp, the woman left nothing to chance as her
driver door was closed and their car locked.

"If I didn't know any better, Bart, you're in love again ... and to be
perfectly honest I think it looks cute."

I could tell my face was profuse with a deep red glow, because I could
feel a kind of heat being emitted from my head that could only mean the
young mother had embarrassed me.  Rather than fumble around like an
intimidated teen on his first chaperoned date I focused my attention
onto the giggly little girl wiggling in my arms as I tickled her.  Mary
seemed perfect for me for many reasons, one of the most obvious being
how I felt, and the other one helping to improve my cardiovascular
condition, as my doctor had ordered.

The inside of the restaurant a few yards beyond the entrance looked like
a three-ring circus without the animals.  The wait staff were milling
about as if there was a fire somewhere, or carrying large platters of
food, holding small tablets with their customer's orders and jogging
toward the kitchen, or busy tending to a few tables strewn with dirty
plates and half-consumed cups of coffee.  The noise wasn't too bad, but
I knew Beth, Mary, and I wouldn't be doing any whispering during our
conversations.

Even before we were seated, and while I was playing with Beth's daughter
in the entry foyer, Mary received a number of compliments from a few
older ladies who were leaving and a couple of men who'd visited the
men's room and probably had similar interests to mine.  What seemed both
funny and strange at the same time was my cute little shoulder warmer
doing her best to hide her face and squeeze my neck hard enough to prove
she was only interested in my opinion.  I didn't really mind, because
for a short while Mary belonged to me, and I had complete control of her
time and location until I had to surrender possession of her.

What nobody seemed to notice, or at least didn't talk about, was where
my right hand was.  With more than a hundred people in the immediate
area I cuddled with and tickled Mary with my left hand while my right
kept her supported and tight to my chest.  Fortunately the little girl's
t-shirt was long enough to act as her dress and hid a multitude of sins
that my digits and appendage were considering.  More than one curious
finger wiggling under her full round bum was enough to make her squirm,
but not so much to make her want to climb down out of my grasp.

We must have looked like the perfect mismatched couple, because more
than one parent or grandparent in the area made a point of smiling and
using a finger to point to us as they spoke to others in their parties.
I couldn't have been happier ... at least in public.

It took a little while for a table to be cleared and for one of the wait
staff to direct us there, but I wouldn't have minded if I had to stand
for another half hour or wait on the wide plastic couch Beth was seated
on while I held Mary.  Something about the little girl's presence had so
affected my system that I wasn't quite as tired as I usually was after
staying on my feet the last time I waited to be led to a table at the
same restaurant.

I must have been smiling wider than I had in weeks, because more than
one person I passed down the aisle was grinning toward me as Beth and I
were led to our dining spot.  Acting as Mary's servant I kept her tight
to my chest as I sat and never once hinted the child needed to place her
plump fanny onto a booster seat to my left.

Just as I'd hoped to avoid Mary bumped her left elbow on the table as
she was wiggling around in my arms and was about to share yet another
display of sorrowful emotions when I intervened.

"My goodness!  That mean table must have jumped up and tried to tickle
you, Kitten.  You better be careful, because now I'm not gonna take over
and tickle you as much as that mean table wanted to."

Her response was better than I'd hoped, because all I wanted to do was
distract Mary so she'd forget about the temporary pain.  What she did
was much better, because she giggled and did her best to wiggle a few of
her short digits under my arms.

We played for a few moments, but with so many people around I knew to
curtail our playtime so we could focus on something more important.

Beth noticed how I'd prevented yet another display of tears, and rather
than chastise me for acceding to her daughter's need for transportation
and comfort she winked at me and studied the menu.  I knew what I was
going to order even before I walked into the place, so I had other ideas
in my head.

With Beth interested in looking through the plastic-coated three page
list of food items I asked for and helped my playmate with a sheet of
paper and some colored wax markers specifically meant for children to
stay busy for a few minutes.  I got Mary tucked up onto my lap facing
the table, held her in place with my left hand around her tummy, used my
right to coordinate our fun, and held her tight to my body.  Rather than
want to hog the white pristine surface of the black-outlined drawing
Mary encouraged me to use one of the small markers to fill in a few
portions of one edge while she busied herself with the more prominent
features in the center.

We tumbled into a comfortable relationship of busy playmates and shared
a quiet conversation until the waitress came to collect our orders.
Mary never noticed what I ordered, and she couldn't have cared if the
lady heard me ask for broccoli, asparagus, and lots of foods children
didn't like.  I knew better than to request anything but familiar items
that I knew she'd enjoy, and Beth never once suggested what I'd ordered
wasn't on her list of approved food items for her little girl.

For a little while Beth watched Mary and me applying dashes or scribbles
of color to the formerly white surface of the restaurant's best attempt
at bad black and white advertising, but once Beth realized Mary and I
had disappeared into our own world of games, conversations, whispered
affections, and lots of cooing, the woman asked for and read the local
newspaper.  I wasn't clueless and knew to keep a close eye on Beth as
Mary and I colored, and when our eyes met I could tell the young mother
liked how I was keeping her little girl occupied while our food was
being prepared.

Perhaps it was because I was so focused on playing with Mary, or because
we'd timed our arrival at the right moment, but our food showed up much
sooner than I would have preferred.

"Awwwww!  We gotta stop coloring, Kitten."

Beth giggled when I complained louder than Mary did when the waitress
hinted that we needed to make some room on the table for our plates.

Mary and I shared my stack of three blueberry pancakes, four scrambled
eggs, crispy hash browns, four strips of bacon, a tall glass of
chocolate milk, and a small one of orange juice.  Had my doctor seen
what was on my plate he might have wanted to charge me double the next
time I walked into his office.

Beth wanted a more daring example of corporate ethnic dining, and her
three breakfast tacos looked profuse with food, one filled with sausage
and eggs, another stuffed full of potato and eggs with ranchero sauce,
and the third bacon and eggs.  A large cup of coffee rounded out her
meal, and I was considering asking for one of my own, but my doctor had
requested I minimize my caffeine intake for a while.  I might have been
listening a little bit when he was talking about my food choices, even
if my plate looked like a heart attack straight from the kitchen.

Holding Mary on my lap and helping her eat brought back a flood of
memories of a time when I held my own little girl on my lap and fed her
small forkfuls of food, wiped her mouth when her lips got dirty, and
held her tight against my chest as if she might tumble down a hidden
crevasse somewhere under the table.  I felt a combination of remorse at
the loss of my own child and elation for the opportunity to borrow Mary
so I could relive a little of my life as a Daddy.

Beth and I discussed various random topics while we ate, and Mary might
have wanted to join in, but her tummy and my attention to her sense of
contentment must have kept her mind occupied.  She certainly did her
best to inform me which portion of food she wanted to munch on next, how
good the combination of blueberry pancakes and maple syrup were, and the
fact that she liked sitting on my lap so we could eat together.  It
didn't take long before I was treating the little girl as if she truly
belonged to me.  Beth noticed and seemed to enjoy the scene as much as I
did.

It might have seemed innocent enough, but the tips of my left index and
middle digits were able to disappear up under the child's t-shirt and
strum Mary's little breasts a lot more than Beth would have considered
appropriate, had she noticed.  The feel of the child's erect nipples and
the fullness of her baby-fat titties under my digits gave me months of
masturbatory fantasies.  Were it not for my right hand having to move
and manipulate the fork so our breakfast food could disappear between
Mary's lips and mine I might have caressed the little girl's thighs and
possibly even the front of her panties too.

After my plate was cleaned, the chocolate milk and orange juice gone,
and the table cleared, Mary announced to anyone in the immediate area
that her bladder was still too small to hold more than an hour's worth
of liquids.

"Mister Bart ... I gotta go pee."

Beth smiled at me and left nothing to the imagination.

"If you're gonna be taking care of her, Bart, then you're gonna need to
assume all of the most unpleasant tasks.  You up to it?"

"Are you sure you don't mind, Beth?"

"Of course not!  You've got to take responsibility for my little girl
eventually, so just accept that you're a defeated man and do it."

I huffed as if I might have felt put upon, but inside I was trembling
with excitement.

"Allll-right."

A minute later Mary was with me behind the closed stall door inside the
men's room, her panties were tugged down and off while the child was
still in my arms, her undergarment tucked into the right pocket of my
slacks, and my heart was racing.  If my physician had a bunch of wires
hooked up to me and was doing an EKG the man might have been worried I
was going to fall over dead in the restaurant bathroom.

Holding her fanny with one hand and my other appendage around her back
under her top so I could support her Mary cocked her knees all the way
out and looked between our bodies as I held her over the clean commode
seat.  A few seconds later she was nestled into place, I held her small
t-shirt up so she didn't wet it, she kept her thighs splayed wide, kept
looking down as if to observe what was going to happen, and I saw a look
of contentment fill her face as she voided her bladder.  Mary might have
wanted to be certain to hit the water under her butt, but I stared at
her plump bald charms, and I waited eagerly until she was finished.
That's when I began.

With the tenderness of a doting father, but the lust of a rampant
pedophile, I dabbed a few squares of tissue against her puffy little
quim and tried not to spend more than a half minute strumming the silken
softness of her fat labia majora.  I could have spent the rest of my
life caressing her bald tenderness, but Mary would be sure to tell her
mommy what I'd done if my actions appeared inappropriate to her.

I might not have been brave enough to explore her underneath with any
genuine intent, but at least I was bold enough to think of a way to
spend a few more moments enjoying what little I had access to.  Holding
her in place on the plastic seat with a rounded gap along the front my
face went down, I looked at her vulva hard enough to burn the child's
naked flesh with my stare, and then I whispered while working a single
digit along her tender cleft in a touch light as a feather just once.

"All dry, Kitten?"

Rather than be alarmed Mary kept her thighs splayed all the way out,
bent forward as far as she could as if to examine herself with my digit
close enough to feel the rubbery silken warmth of her hairless beauty,
and then she shrugged.

In order to make the moment last I collected a few more squares of
tissue and returned my fingers to her vulva.  Since the little girl
didn't appear to be the least concerned with my intent focus to her
feminine charms I wiggled the absorbent tissue against her vaginal
opening for a moment, dropped the paper, and while grinning up at her
tickled at her presexual orifice with a single digit.

"I think I've wiped your peepee enough, Kitten.  You're all dry now."

"Tee-hee."

She was picked up, nestled against my chest, her panties reinstalled,
and after the commode was flushed and we emerged from our temporary
isolation we washed our hands to make our visit complete.  A few moments
later Mary gave me a kiss, a hug, and wiggled her face along the left
side of my neck as if she wanted me to know she was as contented as she
could be.

After I plopped down into the wide cushion of the bench seat across from
Beth the child's mother looked at me as if she didn't recognize who I
was.

"That was fast, Bart.  I thought it would take you longer."

If I didn't know any better the child's mother was tossing me some
hints.  That wasn't possible, because I'd only known men to have the
sort of interest in little girls that got us into so much trouble.

"Nope.  Mary went pee, was tended to with some tissue, our hands were
washed, and everything was back to normal in no time at all."

"By the expression on my daughter's face right now I get the impression
she'd rather have you take care of her than me."

My mouth was moving before my brain was in gear.

"Consider the job filled."

"Ha, ha, ha ... you're a real sport, Bart.  Fine!  From now on when I
need a sitter for Mary you're the first person I'll call.  How much are
you going to charge me per hour to "

I didn't even give Beth a chance to finish before I provided what must
have been yet another unexpected blessing to her.

"I wouldn't think of asking for a dime, Beth.  As far as I'm concerned
Mary and I are gonna be playmates, and playmates don't charge for their
time, do they?"

"Hey ... if you're silly enough to wanna sign up for the job for free,
who am I to argue?  The least I could do, though, is fill your fridge
and pantry with all the appropriate snack items you'll be needing."

"Shall we go grocery shopping, then?"

By the time we were driving down our street toward our own homes I'd
been smiling more during the last few hours than I had in months.  With
Mary's child safety seat behind me in my car, the little girl tucked in
it, and lots of extra food on the floor under her feet so she'd have
lots to munch on if she got hungry, I was looking forward to spending
some time with the little angel ... alone.

Maybe it was luck, or possibly because I'd worn my playmate out with
lots of tickle games and plenty of attention, but Mary was sound asleep
by the time my car was inside the garage.  The groceries were brought
into the house, the cold stuff tucked within the freezer and fridge, and
then a silent and limp little preschooler lifted out of her safety seat
after her harness had been unclipped.

Acting as any father would the first thing I did was make sure my guest
was properly attended to so her visit to my home would be a pleasant
one.  That meant I was responsible for all of her activities, and I took
Mary to the bathroom, her bladder probably just full enough to require a
visit to a cool spot on an appropriate sized little girl plastic seat.

I could almost see my own daughter, Tammy, stationed on her Dora potty
seat as I held Mary up, her panties on the floor under her feet, her top
pulled up enough for me to admire her pooching little tummy, the child's
head swaying side-to-side, and her body teetering back and forth as if
she might fall down any second.  With both of my hands holding her
upright that wasn't likely.

Just as I'd done in the men's bathroom of a favorite restaurant I took
on my role of potty attendant with the enthusiasm of a child at their
birthday party.  No gift could be more precious than the one literally
handed to me by the child's mother.  Of course I knew not to break my
new toy after unwrapping it, so my only adventure while Mary was on her
temporary spot was a brief one.

Her plump pud was dabbed dry, I began a slow and gentle caress of her
plump nether lips, watched her face for any sign she was aware of what I
was doing, and reveled in how much of her silken vulva I was enjoying.
I shivered at the feel of such supple baby flesh, and I ached to explore
what I was staring at more completely and with a lot less restrictions.

But I knew the right thing to do, at least for the moment, was to afford
my young visitor a wonderful first visit.

Mary was lifted off the small padded plastic ring, dressed, the commode
flushed, and then my charge was carried to my very large master bed.  It
wasn't a horribly provocative thing for me to lie down next to Mary so
her nap could continue, especially because she woke up just enough as I
was getting her comfortable for my playmate to whimper, wrap her small
arms around my neck, and insist that I keep her company.  We spent the
next half hour together in each other's arms as if she'd become my very
young bride.  I knew not to consummate our union, but I certainly spent
more than a few seconds thinking about it.

It didn't take long after Mary woke up for her to convince me to start
playing.  At first she was quite timid about which sort of games I might
be interested in while on my bed, but after I agreed to anything she
wanted to do she started to get a bit more bold.  It was obvious her
father didn't do a lot of rough-housing with Mary, especially on his
bed, because my guest seemed absolutely lost in ecstatic bliss when I
agreed to carry her to the living room and get down on the floor on all
fours so she could ride my back like a horsey.

She was a little unsure how tight to hold onto my waist until I reached
behind me with one hand and practically squeezed the air from her lungs
from behind as I jumped and bucked like a wild bronco.  She squealed,
laughed, accepted her role as my young cowgirl, and quickly learned how
to hold on.  By the time I was rising up like a stallion pretending to
eject my petite rider my right hand was cupping her fanny and she had a
grip around my neck so tight I thought I might pass out.

Strangely Mary was the one who wanted to play another game before I was
too tired to roam the range a few more times.  But her new game seemed
much more to my liking than the last one, because she wanted to sit on
my hips while I tried to act like a bucking bronco and lift my ass as
far and as fast off the floor as I could.  My young playmate seemed
utterly lost in glee as I prepared for our next game, and I was almost
just as lost staring between her splayed thighs.

Just like all little girls I'd known and interacted with before I'd been
able to bring her home with me Mary had absolutely no sense of modesty.
Her manner of dress, or lack of clothes, had no bearing on what sort of
movements she attempted or what I could see.  I was in Heaven, because
the little girl kept splaying her thighs so far apart I was able to see
every portion of her plump tenderness with almost no hindrance.

The thin material of her cartooned panties were thick enough to Mary to
be comfortable, but thin enough for me to imagine what might be a mere
layer of stitched material beyond.  I could even see a tight split that
had formed in her panties while we played, and I made sure to move my
playmate around so that crease grew deeper rather than was removed.

She didn't weigh very much, and the feel of her legs along my ribs was
an exotic and thrilling sensation.  But it was where she plopped her
plump fanny and kept bouncing up and down that truly thrilled me more
than it did Mary, because rather than sit on my tummy she wanted to
wiggle backward a little out of the reach of my wiggling fingers.  She
wasn't successful, of course, but that didn't matter to either of us,
because she was having a really good time, and I was as happy as a
ten-peckered billy goat.

Each time my hips would lurch toward the ceiling she'd squeal and do her
best to hang on, would dig her heels into my ribs under my arms, grip
the sides of my chest with her feet, and tug on my shirt with her small
hands as if to rip it off my body.  I kind of liked that idea, but I
needed to be certain her mom wouldn't be upset when I began to peel my
clothes off in front of the woman's daughter.

In the process of her wiggling and squirming around while trying to hang
on, and in an effort to maintain the view of the luscious 'toe' in her
tiny panties, I was inadvertently causing the gusset of her panties to
be worked further and deeper between her legs than Mary thought was
comfortable.  It was only a pitiful expression on her face that I
recognized for me to discontinue her fun.

"What's wrong, Mary?"

"My panties are squeezing my peepee."

"Oops!  Sorry about that, Kitten.  Let me fix that."

Lying back on the floor so I could stare up at her, and helping Mary up
onto her feet along my ribs so she could show me where her panties were
bundled up between her thighs, she stood over me with her legs splayed
wide.  Her stance might have been a little uncomfortable because of
where her small feet were alongside my body, but she didn't seem the
least troubled as she looked down at me as if I was responsible for
every aspect of her time inside my house.  Who was I to argue with yet
another pleasant aspect of my adult responsibilities?

It was only after she stopped moving that I saw just how far the gusset
of her panties had been worked between her plump little girl nether
lips.  I hated to eliminate the preschool camel-toe in her underpants,
but she must not have liked how it felt.  Given enough time she'd grow
accustomed to her plump vulva nibbling on a portion of her underwear,
because I was convinced I could repeat the experience with very little
provocation.

She held her t-shirt up high enough for her to see everything I was
doing, and for me to admire a lot more of her tummy than I'd ever seen.
With her gaze on my every move I reached to the leg elastic of her
panties between her legs using both hands and delicately slipped a
single digit into the wedge of material from opposite sides.  In the
process I knew I'd be touching her tender charms, and to make certain
she wouldn't be angry with me or horrified with my touch I stopped and
whispered to her.

"Mary ... I'm gonna need to touch you a tiny bit on your private place
so I can pull your panties out of your peepee crack and then make your
panties fit correctly, okay?"

"Kay."

Even as I was talking the tips of my fingers were urged inside the snug
material and against the softest flesh I'd ever touched.  But it was
more important that Mary not be scared, so I kept talking as my digits
made their way inside.

"You be sure and tell me if I scare you or do something you don't like,
okay Kitten?"

"You're not scaring me, Mister Bart.  You're my friend."

My chest was filled with a wonderful sense of accomplishment, because
Mary didn't appear to notice that I was caressing her tender charms.
Being her friend might eventually involve touching her more earnestly.

"I know, Kitten, but I'm sure you don't like it when people try to touch
your peepee when you don't want them to."

Giving her the awareness of control and the ability to refuse my touch
might backfire, but something within me knew it was the right thing to
do for such an impressionable little angel.  But it's what I heard next
that nearly sent me to Heaven.

"You can touch it, Mister Bart.  You touched my peepee when you took me
to the potty before."

That was my cue to act as she anticipated, so I began to openly strum
her plump nether lips and enjoyed the silken feel of such tender flesh.
Acting as her best friend, and not willing to jeopardize our potential
relationship by being too crude, I slowed my digits down and whispered
to her again.

"I know, Kitten, but I was supposed to dry your peepee that time.  Other
than that you probably don't want me to touch you down here."

While I spoke I maintained an almost hypnotic cadence of slow and
constant caresses, my digits strumming her bald and abundant softness.
A sensation of wetness coated the backs of a few fingertips when they
were close enough to steal a quick feel of her undeveloped charms, and
if I didn't know any better Mary had gotten aroused at either the way
we'd been playing, or the way I was touching her vulva.

She looked at me with a blank expression for a moment as if I was
introducing some information that she wasn't aware of yet.  Rather than
spend too much time discussing the finer points of child molestation I
tugged her panties out from where they were nestled, was able to caress
her silken nether lips twice more in the process, removed my fingers
from inside the snug material, tugged the waistband elastic up a little
to make certain her garment was where her mother wanted her underpants
to be, and added just enough commentary to make her giggle.

"There you go.  Now you don't need to worry about nobody seeing your
panties all scrunched up between your legs.  You better not let nobody
else see your pretty panties unless they like butterflies and flowers."

"Tee-hee."

Before she had a chance to ponder what had just happened I began to
wiggle both sets of fingers onto her tummy under the bottom hem of her
t-shirt, Mary happy with the new game and not the least apprehensive
about where my hands were.  She plopped down onto my stomach, giggled,
and seemed perfectly content to remain right there.  She was so happy,
in fact, each time I tried to withdraw my digits and appendages she'd
grumble at me, grab my fingers, and pull my hands back.

"No!  More tickles."

That only made it easier for me to give her a chance to test her vocal
chords, her squeals so high in pitch I imagined garage doors going up
and down all over the neighborhood.  Her animated laughter was so rich
and uninhibited I got the impression her folks didn't spend quite as
much time tickling their child as they should have.

Just like all major tickle fights I heard a pronouncement that forced me
to stop and accede to her needs.

"Stop, Mister Bart!  I gotta pee!"

I reached forward, held her by her waist, bolted up from my reclining
position on the floor of my living room, and dashed to the hall bathroom
with Mary in my outstretched arms.  In a matter of a few seconds her
panties were pulled down to her knees so she wouldn't wet them, her full
fanny was placed onto the Dora seat, and I saw an expression of
tremendous relief all over Mary's elfin face the moment we both heard
the metallic tinkle under her.

Just as I'd done inside the restaurant men's room I applied a few
squares of tissue to Mary's vulva after she'd finished, made certain I
didn't push too hard or for too long, or at least long enough for her to
notice, and then looked into her eyes with a serious expression on my
face as if I was unsure if I'd done a good job.

"Are you feeling better now, Kitten?"

She smiled, wiggled both sets of her fingers under my chin, didn't
notice that I'd left my fingers in contact with her soft hairless labia
majora, and giggled at me as if she wanted me to tickle her too.

"Tee-hee-hee!"

"Are you trying to tickle me, Little One?"

She nodded and giggled again as I strummed her plump vulva.

"Tee-hee."

If it were possible I'd let her stay like that for hours.

"Well ... we better get your panties on before I start to tickle you
back, or you're gonna get mad at me."

Rather than act right away I wiggled a few digits on my left hand into
her bare tummy just under the bottom hem of her top and kept my right
hand between her thighs.  What I didn't anticipate was for Mary to
wiggle forward a little bit as if to invite more tickles, especially
because of where my right appendage was.

The silken feel of her hot rubbery vulva against the back of my fingers
was probably the most exciting thing I'd come into contact with since
I'd lost my darling little girl.  But Mary wasn't satisfied I was as
active a participant as I should have been, because even with my left
hand doing its best to stir my guest into yet another round of giggles
and laughter she shifted forward again and practically nestled her soft
charms onto the back of my right hand.

It was too much of a temptation for me at the moment, so both hands were
brought into play, and Mary was squealing louder than ever before when I
turned my right hand over and tickled along the inside of her plump
thighs and included her bald pud.  She wiggled around and might have
thought about trying to get away, but each time I'd try to reduce her
pleasure she'd grab a hand, pull it toward her body, and announce to me
what she wanted.

"NO!  Tickles!"

I knew she was too young to understand the ramifications of what I was
able to enjoy, so it was imperative that I maintain a playful demeanor
rather than tumble down a road of lecherous perversion with her.  But I
wasn't a fool, and I kept fondling and caressing her pussy as if I was
just tickling her.  Had Mary known I was exploring more and more of her
tender underneath, and getting really close to her clitoris hidden
between two plump folds of profuse softness, she might have felt uneasy,
but all she did was giggle, laugh, and crave more.

She might have wanted me to keep tickling her as she sat on the potty,
but I had a better place to play, and might be able to see more for a
few moments.  With the child squealing and giggling I reached under her
body between her legs, hoisted her into the air, and carried her out of
the bathroom with her panties stretched wide between her knees.  She
never once stopped laughing or squealing as I carried her back to the
living room.  It was only after she was lying on her back atop my couch
that I stopped tickling her.

"We better get these panties pulled up, or your mommy is gonna be mad at
me, young lady."

Mary lie back, removed her hands from my neck and chin, and looked at me
as if I'd become her hero.  Her undergarment was slipped back up her
chubby legs, worked into place with a few tugs, and a moment later Mary
reached to her hips to push her panties right back down.  At first her
expression seemed to indicate she was unsure if I might like this sort
of game, and she waited to see what my reaction might be.

"Uh oh!  I guess your panties don't wanna stay up, Kitten."

Her underwear were pulled up again, the second time with a bit more
force, and in an animated fashion so she knew I wasn't mad.  Just as
she'd done the first time Mary reached to her hips, pushed her panties
down, but the second time she did it she had a broad grin on her face.
She kept looking right into my eyes as if to prove she wanted to act
like a little minx.

"My goodness!  I'm not doing a very good job of pulling your panties up,
am I?  It seems like they keep falling down all by themselves!"

"Tee-hee-hee!"

The combination of her sense of naughty playfulness, the way I kept
intimating that her panties were magically possessed and had been pulled
down on their own, and my casual reaction to the way she wanted to show
me how lovely she looked wearing very little or nothing seemed to fuel a
kind of wicked desire in my young playmate I hadn't considered.  A
moment after she'd pushed her undergarment down her hips she pulled her
top high enough for me to see her baby-fat titties and perky pink
nipples.  That was the first time I'd seen them, and I wanted to lunge
forward and suckle them immediately.

Each time I'd pull her panties up and tug her t-shirt down she'd push
her underpants right back down and tug her top higher.  But what seemed
interesting was Mary would only do so after I'd completely removed my
hands and pretended to lose interest or be distracted.  Mary was a
little coquette, and it was obvious she needed to feel empowered to act
mischievous if she could get away with it.  I liked that in a little
girl, and I was going to promote that sort of activity, as long as Beth
never found out.

When Mary giggled and cocked her knees out I knew she was a lot more
adventurous than I'd anticipated.

"Tee-hee!"

In spite of her desire to gain my attention and encourage me to look
right at her nakedness I pretended to be clueless.  That only goaded her
to do it more often and with more enthusiasm.

I let her expose herself about a half dozen times, and if I could I'd
keep playing that cute game.  After all ... she was the one who wanted
to show me what her plump little coochie and pointy titties looked like,
and I was in no mood to refuse such a generous offer.  If it was up to
me I'd let her run around my house completely naked, and our games would
really be a whole lot more fun.

The last time the little vixen pushed her panties down and worked her
top up she tugged her underwear all the way off her feet, wadded them
up, and threw them over the side of my couch.

"My goodness, gracious!  Your panties must really need to fly all the
way to the bathroom by themselves, and your top must need to tickle your
neck."

A few fingers were wiggled under her top, to her neck, and my playmate
squirmed, giggled, laughed, and seemed to really like how we were
playing on my couch.  If I could get away with it I'd find some way to
work my other hand between her thighs and double her fun.

"Tee-hee-hee, ha-ha-ha!"

It was becoming obvious she liked to show her body to me, or possibly
had no compunction to revel in a man like me ogling her.  I knew it was
a thrill for the little girl, and I was bound and determined to let her
act as wicked and naughty as she wanted to.

But it was what Mary did next that confirmed she wanted to act in a way
that her Mommy might not approve of and in a libertine manner that
pedophiles like me craved.  Before I could completely remove my hand
from inside her top, and shift away from her where I was kneeling in
front of the couch, Mary grabbed my left hand with her right, held it in
place over her bare breasts, reached for the material of my shirt with
her left, pulled me down as hard as she could, and proclaimed what she
wanted.

"More tickles!"

I wasn't going to miss out on the only opportunity to enjoy a little
girl's willingness, and naked charms, in what little time I had left.

I lurched forward, lowered my face to her tummy, and began to blow loud
woobies into her belly.  Her vocalizations took on an even higher pitch
than before, and her movements proved I'd hit a very sensitive spot.  I
even worked my left hand over her chest and began to tickle her nipples
and caress her plump pads of baby-fat.  But rather than be shocked or
revolted by my proximity to her nudity, and push against my forehead and
nose to force me away her bare body, her arms went around the back of my
head and she seemed intent to keep me right where I wanted to be.

Since we were just playing, and her skin was way too delicious to stop,
I worked my face back and forth and up across her chest where my left
hand was able to sample from her baby-fat little titties.  I probably
could have licked and sucked on her nipples, but we were just playing,
so I pretended to munch on her plump baby fullness and continued to blow
tummy farts into her silken flesh.  Everything I did seemed to excite
and please my young visitor, and it was obvious her parents hadn't taken
the time to be more physical with Mary.  That just made it easier on me.

By the time I was holding her hands up over her head and nibbling under
her arms her t-shirt was bunched up around her neck and the whole of her
darling chest was open to my appreciating gaze.  Of all the things I
remembered about tickling my own child before I lost her I knew to give
Mary a little break so she wouldn't pass out or get so sensitive she'd
ask me to stop.

I withdrew my mouth, hovered over her like a scientist studying his
research subject, and allowed her hands to come free.  But Mary didn't
lower her arms to her chest or her sides, nor did she attempt to cover
her pudendum to protect it from my gaze.  She just lie there panting,
smiling, and must have been waiting for me to resume her loving abuse.

Instead of nibbling on her or making strange noises against her bare
skin I applied a few light kisses across her sternum, over her pooching
tummy, and whispered into her soft skin.

"I hope I didn't hurt this cute little tummy with all my nibbles."

"Nuh uh!  I like it."

For the next minute or so, and while she was staring up at me, I placed
lots of little kisses onto her chest, from her belly button, to her neck
where her top was bunched up, over her ribs until I was along each side,
and a few times right over her plump little pads of titty development.
It was only after the first couple of tender kisses that I became aware
of her nipples getting hard and sticking up.  That was my cue to change
my direction and head south, or the 'innocent' child might tell her mom
that I gave her a quick preschool thrill.

Her tummy was kissed, I meandered over her waist with lots of giggles,
and after a lick or two inside her belly button with an accompanied
squeal I shifted my mouth to her left thigh.  I was absolutely amazed
when Mary cocked her leg out as if she wanted me to explore the inside
of her leg, and she seemed willing to let me apply my lips to something
much more tender ... and illegal.

Mary was the most utterly compliant and permissive little girl I'd ever
known as I kept offering little kisses to her body, the top of both legs
close to her panties treated in the same manner as her tummy, ribs, and
knees.  My mouth and nose were often so close to her vulva that I could
not only take in the delicate aroma of her vagina, but could feel the
heat rising from her charms.  I was so tempted to turn my head to the
side just far enough to place just a single kiss to her pussy.

In order to make what I was doing seem like a game rather than naughty
things only a bad man would try I changed direction and headed south.
By the time I got close to her feet Mary's head was lifted from the
couch, and she studied my movements with an awareness that I'd only seen
on much older women.  My kisses were discontinued when her toes were far
too ticklish for me to keep going.

"Tee-hee!  Tickles!"

I probably could have kept kissing her for another hour and exploring
much more tender and private areas of her body, but she'd certainly
mention my adventures to her mother if I kept going.  If I lost whatever
control I had to keep my lips and tongue from venturing along the tight
deep cleft of her labia majora I'd end up living my last few days in a
jail cell being somebody's bitch.

Wearing a broad smile and trying not to look at my playmate's pussy I
asked a question that would either make Mary mad or prove that she
wasn't quite as mature or experienced as I suspected.

"You hungry, Kitten?"

"Yeah!"

"How about a fruit cup or some pudding?"

"Pudding!"

I leaned back, gripped her hands with my left, her feet with my right,
and then lifted her off the couch about a foot.  The moment I dropped
her to the cushion she squealed, and I rose to go find her panties.

They were worked over her small naked feet, up her legs, under her bum,
and finally wiggled into place.  Her top was tugged down her body, her
neck tickled for a moment, and before she could strip herself naked I
made my way toward the kitchen.

Her first plastic cup of ready-made pudding hadn't even been withdrawn
from the fridge before I felt two very strong short arms around my legs.
Rather than complain I made a game of trying to accomplish my task with
a living octopus trying to wrap me up in her delightful affections.

A clean spoon was located, her pudding cup prepared, a fruit cup for me
collected, and I walked in a Frankenstein-like gait with her attached to
my right leg and my young playmate hanging on for dear life.  Mary
seemed far more hungry for tactile affection and play than almost any
little girl I'd ever known, because even as I was hobbling back to the
couch she giggled and wrapped both her arms and legs around my right
lower limb.  It was only after I was standing where I'd dropped her
before she let go, but rather than climb up onto the couch she lunged up
to my hips and wrapped her arms around my waist.

It was obvious she was in love, and so was I.

Her arms went up, her hands pointed toward my face, and I lifted her
into my embrace so we could sit on the couch and enjoy our snack.  After
her pudding cup was emptied and licked, my fruit cup tipped up so I
could suck out the last dribbles, and both containers and spoons taken
back to the kitchen, I sat down on the couch next to Mary and waited to
see what game we were going to play next.  The game she chose was a
simple one that I liked quite a bit, even if it didn't involve either of
us moving very much.  She preferred to climb up against my chest, wrap
her right arm around my neck from the left side of my body, stuff her
left thumb into her mouth, and lie her head over my left shoulder.

My hands caressed her back and legs in long slow sweeps, and before long
she whimpered at me as if I was supposed to know what she was thinking.

"Nnnnnn!"

"What, Kitten?  What do you want?  You sleepy?"

"Mmm hmmm!"

"You wanna take another little nap, Sweetie?"

"Mmm hmmm!"

"Do you need to go potty yet?"

"Nuh uhhh."

"Okay ... off to bed we go, then."

She was carried to my bed, placed onto the cool surface, and just as I
was about to back away she reached out with both hands and gripped my
neck.

"Noooo!  Stay!"

Who was I to argue.

In no more than a minute Mary was snuggled tight to my side, at least
one of her small hands was trying to grip some of my shirt, and she
tumbled into a deep sleep.  For me to caress the back of her body from
her shoulders to her calves was a lurid pleasure that elevated my heart
rate quite a bit.  I doubted my family doctor would have agreed that my
method of circulation improvement would have met with his approval.

During one foray along the back of her legs with my right hand I didn't
have the strength to resist cupping her fanny, and I couldn't wait more
than five seconds to slip a few digits around her bum.  My digits were
urged along the deep and tight cleft of her backside, and then a single
digit wiggled against something I'd already warned her I needed to treat
with respect.  To my amazement Mary splay her legs a little bit and
arched her back, her fanny thrust up into my hand, and something telling
me she must have believed I was checking her panties for dryness or
cleanliness.  She probably believed it was her Mommy touching her.

It might be the only time I'd ever get a chance to see such a tender
prize without impediment ... or witnesses.  I could always claim that
my actions were purely paternal in nature if Mary woke up, so I vowed to
go slow, be gentle, and enjoy a little of Heaven on Earth while I could.

The moment my fingers stopped strumming her underneath her hips came
back to the surface of the bed and her butt dropped.  That proved her
movements were purely automatic, and Mary was sound asleep.

I shifted out from under her without waking her up, leaned over her
body, and drew my courage up.  In order to be absolutely sure Mary might
enjoy what I was doing, or at least didn't mind, my index and middle
fingers slipped between her legs a second time, this time while I was
watching what they were doing.  Just as before her fanny came back up
and she cocked her knees apart a little bit more.  That was my cue to
move on.

My digits were removed again, her bum fell back, and I tucked both index
fingers into the waistband elastic of her panties.  A few seconds later
her bum was exposed, her undergarment was around her knees, and my heart
was beating faster than it had in a very long time.  The only time I
could remember it pumping any harder was after my triple bypass when my
cardiologist was torturing me with a nuclear stress test.  The kind of
stress I was in at the moment was much more pleasant.

Just as I'd done twice before I slowly tucked a curious digit between
her thighs, strummed her vulva from behind and underneath, and her butt
came up yet again.  This time, though, she must have been dreaming that
her mother was wiping her up after changing the child's diaper, because
Mary perked her bum up in the air quite a bit higher than before and
cocked her knees out as if to offer me complete access.  I took it.

For the next two minutes my heart was pounding in my ears as I watched
my index and middle fingers travel up and down the tight and deep cleft
of my slumbering visitor's vulva.  But it was when I felt more than a
little wetness being drawn up with the tips of my digits from her bald
pink vaginal opening that I let out a low moan and wanted to kiss her
just like I'd kissed her tummy and then licked her belly button.

I might have wanted to, but I knew better.  Little girls didn't have men
licking their vulva or wiggling their tongues into their snug vagina, at
least as far as any little girls I knew on the street, so I stole some
of her oily wetness with my fingertips, licked away what I'd claimed,
and reveled in the taste of a little girl's arousal.

This opportunity might never be repeated, so I repeated my adventure a
second time, then a third, fourth ... each time my digits coming away
with an ample viscous salve that I could immerse my face in for years.
Her arousal tasted better than any heart medicine I could have dreamed
of taking or might have been able to afford, and I hungered to sample
from the source of my delight without involving my fingertips.  To say I
needed to lick the preschooler was an understatement of the most
perverse kind.

It took more strength than I could have imagined, but my fingers were
withdrawn, her panties reinstalled, and then I assumed the same position
I had before I had such a foolish idea.  Sure, I wanted to revel in the
soft feel of the most intimate area of Mary's body, but I needed her to
get accustomed to my touch, and scaring her would prove detrimental.

My heart was pounding in my chest for quite a while after I lie back
down, and I did my best to recall the aroma and flavor of such a tender
and delightful natural relish.  I wanted to pull Mary's panties down
moments after my heart rate returned to normal and repeat what I'd done,
but I couldn't be sure she'd remain asleep.  If she felt me strumming
her vulva, or saw me licking her vaginal emissions away from my digits,
I'd be hearing from more than her Mommy.

Just after I'd calmed down and my heart stopped hammering in my chest my
cell phone rang.  Fifteen minutes later I was allowed to place Mary onto
her own small bed with its occupant still slumbering, handed Beth the
child safety seat, and tried my best to hide the level of guilt that had
to be plastered all over my face, and a nice half-hard erection that was
securely tucked inside my slacks.

By the time I got home and had my front door closed and locked I knew
where I was going to be for a few minutes.  After the best masturbation
session in almost ten years I tumbled back into bed and fell asleep with
my clothes on.  I was so involved in my mental adventures that I forgot
about eating dinner.

What a day.

When I opened my eyes the next morning the sun seemed to shine brighter,
the air smelled a lot cleaner, I could hear the birds chirping outside,
and the sound of neighborhood life made me smile.  For the first time in
a very long time I felt really good, and I was looking forward to what
the next day might bring.

There was only enough time for me to climb out of bed, take the previous
day's clothes off, and prepare for my shower when I heard my cell phone
ringing on top of the nightstand alongside my bed.

"Hello?"

"Good morning, Boyfriend."

"Oh, hi Beth."

"Sorry to bother you so early, but it's all your fault."

The happiness I felt when I opened my eyes was lost in a split second,
because I envisioned Mary detailing every lurid thing I'd done with the
little girl all afternoon.  For me to let Mary push her panties down her
legs, pull her top up high enough for me to see and enjoy her titties,
and then to strum her vulva and lick away her arousal had to have been
the most expensive pleasure I'd ever know ... for the rest of my short
life.

"Uhhhh ... all my fault, Beth?"

"Yeah!  All Mary's been able to think and talk about since she woke up
is when she can go to your house and play with her best friend."

Just as quickly as my fears had welled up in my chest I could sense a
level of relief wash down my body.  Not one of my lewd deeds had a
significant impact on my young visitor, and I was relieved.

There was only one way for me to respond, and I did so with a light
heart and a broad smile on my face.

"Oh!  Good!"

"You mean ... you actually like the idea?"

"Of course!"

While Beth and I were talking Mary made herself known.  Her voice was a
little muffled because she wasn't nearly as close to her mom's cell
phone as Beth was, but that didn't hinder the child's ability to share
what was in her head.

"Mommie!  Hurry up and tell Mister Bart we need to play!"

"Hush, Mary!  I'm talking to him right now."

"Tell him, Mommie!"

"Bart ... please forgive my little monster's enthusiasm, but it seems
she wants to spend more time with you than her little friends.  I'm a
little surprised, because she doesn't normally spend as much time
playing with someone your age.  She's really enthusiastic about wanting
to be your little playmate rather than visit one of her girlfriends in
the neighborhood, but then Mary can't climb all over them like she can
with you."

"I suppose tickle games, playing horsey, and rolling around on the floor
aren't nearly as much for for Mary if the other little girls in the
neighborhood aren't big enough for your daughter to dominate as she can
with me, huh?"

"Yeah, no kidding.  The other girls around here might play similar games
with their aunts and uncles, but not with each other.  Mary's aunts
aren't nearly as interested in getting down on the ground and pretending
to be a preschoolers jungle gym as you obviously are, and all my little
terror has wanted all morning is to have as much fun as she can with her
new and much older best friend.  As far as she's concerned you're the
perfect playmate, and I've tried my best to calm her down with no luck."

I liked the idea that Mary thought I was a perfect anything.

"Then I guess I need to get in the shower and dressed so I can come get
my preschool playmate.  It shouldn't take very long."

While I was sharing my plans Mary was extolling her needs in an even
louder and more animated fashion.  Beth needed to choose who to listen
to, and I could tell the little girl might have had more influence on
her mother than I did.

"Hurry, Mommy!"

"Mary!  Mister Bart has to take a bath before he can play, Honey."

That's when my playmate proved she had absolutely no modesty whatsoever
and didn't see anything wrong with helping me to decrease or possibly
increase my monthly water use.

"He can take a bath with me, Mommy, okay?  Tell Mister Bart to come over
in a hurry, and I'll get my bubbles so we can play."

Her taking her panties off and showing her titties to me must not have
been that big a deal, because the child thought nothing of getting in a
tub with me.

"Mary!  Stop!"

There was a few moment's delay in any voices or noises from Beth's side
of the phone, and I was more than a little concerned my playmate might
have said or done something that the young mother didn't approve of.
But it was what I heard next that proved Mary might get her wish.  It
was obvious I wasn't the only one Mary could talk into things.

"Mister Bart is gonna take a shower, not a bath, and I don't have time
to give you a bath right now, Mary."

"What's a shower, Mommy?"

"It's when the water comes out of that top thing and sprays down."

"OH!  Like the sprinkler in the yard when you let me play and get wet?"

"Yeah ... like the sprinkler, except soap is involved."

Mary was too young to understand what her mother was hinting.

"I like that, Mommy!  Tell Mister Bart to come get me so we can play in
the sprinkler inside the bathroom."

The little girl was bound and determined to play, no matter what the
game might be, or how little she had on at the time.

"He's not gonna be playing, Mary.  He needs to wash his body with soap
and shampoo his hair ... like when you get a bath, except without all
the bubbles."

"No bubbles?"

"That's right ... no bubbles."

Beth might have believed she'd been successful in talking her daughter
out of climbing into a tub with me, but Mary had other ideas.

"I don't mind, Mommy.  I can play with Mister Bart and no bubbles."

Beth giggled and then returned to our phone conversation.

"Hee, hee ... sorry, Bart, but Mary's absolutely convinced she should
intrude on your privacy and daily routine."

"I understand, Beth.  She's not old enough to understand that little
girls don't play games in the tub with strangers or take showers with
older playmates.  Sorry for all the damage that I've caused."

"You haven't done anything wrong, Bart.  This is just how Mary is when
she gets an idea in her head and won't let go.  If it didn't embarrass
you or sound horribly lewd I'd invite you to come get my daughter so you
could prove to her that taking a shower at your house is no different
than her taking a bath over here."

I liked that kind of determination, and I certainly appreciated Beth's
suggestion.  Were it not for the cops coming to toss me into jail after
the deed I'd be sure to have Mary take a shower or bath with me as often
as she could.  My silence must have been enough to coax Beth to add just
a little bit more, and consequently come up with her own conclusions.

"Did you spend time in the tub with your little girl ... Tammy, and
give her lots of bubble baths?"

"Yeah."

"I guess you have fond memories of playing with your own little girl in
the tub with lots of toys and plenty of suds, huh?"

"Yes I do.  I still have all of Tammy's bathtub toys, bathroom supplies,
and even all of her toiletries.  I guess there are just some things that
I'll never get rid of, no matter how little I'd be able to use any of
them.  But most men don't normally talk about that sort of thing to
other parents, mommies, little girls, and especially with the cops eager
to toss the guy's butt into jail because of suspicions of inappropriate
intentions."

"Of course fathers don't talk about it, Bart!  Ken has given Mary a few
baths like that a long time ago, but the poor man is so busy with work
his daughter is already asleep by the time he gets home.  This may sound
strange, but if she had an older playmate to splash around with I
certainly wouldn't be stupid enough to tell any of my neighbors about it
or make a big deal about that sort of thing."

"Good idea."

"Besides, if Mary wanted to spend an hour or two sitting in a tub of
bubble-filled water with anyone but her imaginary friends, or a father
who really misses his lost little girl, then I'd probably encourage her
to make a fuss until he crumbled under the strain or just accepted that
his will had been subverted by a little girl's."

Rather than focus on my own needs or desires I figured I'd better talk
about more dangerous aspects of our unique conversation.

"If anyone suspected Ken, or I, might want to spend any quality time
with a little girl in the tub they might believe we had things other
than cleaning her body and the little girl's happiness on our minds."

A moment went by before Beth spoke in a soft voice.

"It's so unfair."

"What do you mean?"

"Fathers ... and favorite playmates and boyfriends, can't have a
perfectly innocent and private relationship with a little girl any
longer without people getting all weird.  It wasn't so crazy many years
ago, and I can only imagine what a man has to deal with if he wants to
spend some quiet time with a little girl, especially if his heart needs
some mending."

I wasn't absolutely certain, but Beth was dropping hints like political
promises during an election year.  The woman didn't know it, but she was
leaving me with the impression that she might not mind if I invited her
daughter into my bathroom for an hour or two of naked fun.

All doubt in my mind needed to be eliminated, but I couldn't figure out
how to do it for a few seconds without actually coming out and asking.
An aspect of our conversation and what she said tempted me to come up
with some sort of question, even if Beth and I hadn't spent much time
having private chats, so I needed to do something.

When I drew my courage up, took a deep breath, decided to go for it, and
put two-and-two together and got twenty-to-life, I lowered my voice and
began to ask a dangerous question as if my brain sprung a leak.

"Did your daddy give you lots of bubble baths when you were a little
girl, Beth?"

It didn't take long for Beth to answer, and I think I was more surprised
she decided to respond rather than start screaming and hang up on me.

"Yeah ... and I have fond memories of spending hours in the tub with
him playing, whispering sweet nothings, talking about all sorts of fun
stuff, and just having a good time.  Life was so much easier back then,
and little girls could spend time with their daddies, or even a trusted
older male friend, all alone and doing things that would make most
mothers, politicians, and priests go crazy today if they knew."

More information was being communicated than Beth might have imagined,
and I was truly astonished she'd admit something so personal to me after
having spent so little time getting to know me.  Not saying anything
right away was again to my benefit, because Beth came up with another
incorrect conclusion, lowered her voice even more, and whispered.

"I'm sorry, Bart.  I guess I'm not making this any easier on you, am I?"

In order to lessen the possibility that my secret would get out I spoke
only loud enough for the words to barely make it through my cell phone.

"It's okay, Beth.  You're right though, because men aren't supposed to
be interested in playing with little girls these days ... especially if
those little angels aren't their own daughters, and particularly so if
those young female playmates aren't wearing any clothes and want to play
in mounds of bubbles."

In a low whisper Beth said something that took me off guard.

"I really don't know what the big deal is."

"Pardon?"

"If the man loves the little girl, he adores her enough to keep her from
harm, and couldn't hurt a hair on her little bare body ... if she had
any hair anywhere that is, I just don't understand why people can't mind
their own business and let fathers ... and boyfriends enjoy a little
private fun with someone who needs lots of attention.  You realize that
my little terror needs far more attention and affection than her father
has time to give her, don't you, Bart?"

"Yeah ... I kinda noticed that."

Keeping quiet and providing brief answers seemed the perfect method to
invite Beth to add more.

"Bart?"

"Yeah?"

"If nobody found out ... would you like to pretend you were giving your
little girl a bubble bath again?  I know you probably prefer a shower,
but I'd like to do something to help you relive part of a special time
in your past, I could use the chance to get some things done around the
house without having someone under foot the whole time, and it would
certainly help me get Mary settled down."

"Ha, ha ... yeah ... I can see how that might appease her somewhat,
and you'd have a chance to work undisturbed for more than ... oh, say
...  at least five minutes."

"Yeah ... you've got that right, Bart."

"If you and Mary knew me a lot better, and it wasn't considered so nasty
for me to invite your daughter to my house so we could play in the tub
with lots of bubbles, I'd be more than happy to make your day easier."

Beth hesitated for a moment, I could hear Mary whimpering and beginning
to complain with a bit more ambition about playing in a tub full of
bubbles, and I actually believed the young mother might be considering
letting her little girl climb into my tub ... with me.

"I wanna play with Mister Bart, Mommy!"

"I know other people might think it was a horribly lewd and provocative
thing for a mother to ask, but both you and Mary are in need of a
special playmate for a little while, and ... to be perfectly honest I'm
gonna try to take advantage of you while I can.  I know that sounds
horribly selfish, but I've got my hands full with lots of chores, and
Mary is getting to that age where she needs a lot more affection and
physical contact than she ever has or gets from her father.  The fact
that you're so willing to put up with her antics and act as her playmate
and personal servant makes it easier on both her and me.  Since you need
to mend that broken heart of yours all three of us can benefit from
this."

I remained quiet trying to absorb what I suspected was Beth's way of
telling me that she wouldn't mind if I groomed her little girl to be my
private playmate of the most intimate kind.  During my silence I could
hear Mary whining and doing her best to build up toward a good cry.

"Mommmm-meeee?"

"I know I sound pretty selfish and greedy, Bart, but I can tell you'd
like some company, Mary adores you like a second father, and I could use
the rest ... if you know what I mean."

"Yeah ... I can only imagine how stressful it can be with such a lively
little sprite under foot all day."

"Then ... you'll take on this private little task for me, Bart?  I
promise I won't ask any questions, and I certainly won't tell anyone how
you two are able to play behind your closed bathroom door, but I need
some help at the moment, and Mary is doing her best to push me to the
breaking point."

"Are you sure you don't mind, Beth?"

"Of course I don't mind, Silly!  I wouldn't be talking to you about it
if I was uncomfortable with you getting into the tub with my daughter."

"How is Mary going to react to me seeing her without her clothes on?"

I already knew, but I needed the child's mother to eliminate all doubt.
What she said proved I knew nothing about the little girl I had in my
house the day before, and the future playmate I was hoping to groom for
my personal needs and enjoyment.

"Mary runs around inside the house in the buff most of the time.  She's
perfectly comfortable staying that way, and I'm not about to impose any
rules to keep her dressed because it means less clothes for the washing
machine if she's sporting a nudie.  Until we have to go somewhere I let
her decide if she wants to wear anything, and most of the time she's
happy in nothing.  To be honest she likes to romp about in the house in
her altogether much more than she likes to wear panties, so she isn't
exactly a candidate for some convent or member of a religious sect.  As
long as she stays inside, and only goes outside after she puts some
clothes on, or at least panties, then she's allowed to dictate whether
to wear clothes inside the house or not.  If she wants to do the same
thing in your house ... then I won't say anything."

"You realize she's gonna see or possibly be close to parts of a man's
anatomy that she probably doesn't see very much, don't you?  I don't
wanna scare Mary if she notices something that she's not used to looking
at, or asks questions that preschoolers are bound to."

"Since you're not familiar with our private life when nobody is around
let me give you a clue about what Mary might see."

She waited a couple of seconds, probably to build up her courage, and
then continued.

"I'm pretty liberal about clothing at home during the day, as long as
nobody else is around.  I keep the window-shades drawn or blinds turned
when I'm gonna get comfortable or doing my normal stuff so nobody can
peek inside, so I'm not really that worried about any spectators.  Ken
has walked around the house a few times naked, although by the time he
gets home Mary isn't likely to see what he looks like a whole lot."

Beth wasn't doing a very good job of convincing me Mary knew what an
adult man looked like naked, but it didn't take the mother long to try
to make up for her verbal oversight.

"Mary's seen her Daddy naked a number of times, knows what his body
looks like, and she's never done anything more than express a little
curiosity or offered some giggling comments once or twice.  She's never
said a word to me about anyone else doing or asking her to do anything
that she was uncomfortable with, so Mary seeing a man naked should be as
natural as her eating and breathing.  In effect I think she's become
completely oblivious to seeing a man without anything on."

I liked what I was hearing, but I needed to be absolutely sure.

"Beth, I can appreciate what you've said, but you probably don't have
older male visitors hanging around when Ken isn't home, and I doubt you
normally take Mary to visit any guys who might walk in and out of their
bathroom or around their house in the nude.  You and your young daughter
living a clothing-free lifestyle inside your house is one thing, but if
Mary tries to convince you to let her climb into my tub ... with me in
it, she's gonna be exposed to someone other than her Daddy and something
that could get me tossed into jail for the rest of my life."

"Bart, I think you're making this a bigger deal than it has to be.  Mary
is perfectly comfortable running around the inside of the house wearing
nothing, she hasn't said anything to me when I do it, and she hasn't
expressed any unusual interest in Ken's male anatomy when he's naked.
Sure, she asked a lot of questions for a while, and she's giggled a few
times when she sees ... something that looks more like a toy than her
father would prefer, but that's normal for a little girl."

The more I learned about Mary and her mother the more intrigued I
became.  It's too bad I couldn't meet someone like Beth, because I'd be
a very happy man if I did.

"Anyone else might be horrified for me to work around inside the house
all day long in the nude, or Ken to do that in front of Mary without any
hindrance, but my daughter hasn't said anything about being naked in our
house, hasn't mentioned it to any of her little friends, and hasn't told
me if there were any other men asking her to take her clothes off or
show them their bodies.  For the most part Mary is a well adjusted, if
not more worldly, preschooler.  I don't have a problem with her seeing
what you look like, even if I wouldn't make that offer to any other man
I know ... unless ... "

"Yes?"

"I hope this doesn't sound impolite, and there's no easy way to ask you
a personal and indelicate question other than to be candid, so ... do
you look much different than an average man."

"I'm nothing special, Beth."

"Nonsense!  You're *very* special, Bart, particularly to Mary."

"That's not what I meant, Beth.  To be honest ever since I was old
enough to retire I lost a certain ability, if you know what I mean, so
I'm not nearly as impressive to the ladies as I was when I was in high
school or college.  As far as Mary noticing anything that looked like a
toy to her the only aspect of my body that might appear unusual is a
rather obvious scar that runs the full length of my chest where I had my
triple-bypass open-heart surgery, and my desire to ... keep myself
shaved from my underarms to ... underneath.  I don't like body hair,
and I shave quite a bit."

"Oh!  Well ... regarding your ... male condition, that's not going to
be the least bit intimidating to Mary.  As far as your scar I'm sure
you'll be able to explain that in terms that she'll understand without
scaring her to death.  By the way you were so reluctant I thought you
were going to tell me you were endowed like some Arabian stallion or a
Clydesdale or something."

"Ha, ha, ha!  No ... not likely, unless Doc Philips wants to prescribe
me some little blue pills."

"Hee, hee ... thanks, Bart."

"For what?"

"For being honest with me.  It takes a lot of courage for a man to admit
something like that to a woman."

"Why?  You're already married, and I'm not in the market for older
playmates at the moment ... just young ones who love to be tickled."

"Who says I don't like to be tickled, you brute?"

"Ha, ha ... okay, okay.  You win."

Beth remained quiet just long enough for me to hear Mary softly crying
in the background.  Our silence, along with her daughter's sobs, must
have pushed the young mother just beyond the breaking point.

"Please tell me you won't mind, Bart?  I'd really appreciate your taking
care of my little monster for a while today, even if it means you two
will be naked together and close enough to ... hug."

I was hoping Beth might suggest something else, but the woman couldn't
have been that foolish.  But each time she dropped another hint I was
sure she really was going to look the other way if I should interest in
her little girl ... the kind of interest that older men aren't supposed
to have in underage girls.

The only way to be sure Beth had yet another opportunity to drop more
hints was to be supportive of the young mother's need for some peace.

"Mary is welcome in my house as long as she wants, Beth.  I'm just doing
my best to make sure we both understand how dangerous that ... other
thing could be for me."

"As long as you don't hurt your little playmate, and she doesn't tell me
you're doing anything to scare her, I'll assume you two are just having
lots of private fun.  I told you, Bart, I promise I won't ask you any
questions about what goes on inside your house, and I certainly won't
say anything to anyone else, especially Ken.  I don't want my husband to
think he's lost every chance at being his little girl's best friend and
favorite playmate, although ... "

"What?"

"He's not nearly as affectionate and physical as you are, Bart, and Mary
seems to crave a lot more contact than Ken is willing to provide.  It's
almost as if she needs a man more like you than her own father to take
care of her and provide a kind of intimacy than she craves and isn't
getting enough of."

"Yeah, little girls do seem to be affection hungry little love magnets
until their teen years.  The only thing that's somewhat intimidating is
how much Mary might want to be affectionate if she's going to be running
around inside my house like she does inside yours."

"Are you offended by Mary being naked around you all day, Bart?"

I liked the sound of Beth's daughter having that much time inside my
house sporting a nudie, as the woman called it.

"No!  Of course not."

"Good!  For a moment there I was getting the impression that you didn't
think naked little girls were cute."

"I'm a normal guy, Beth.  It's just that ... ever since I lost my
little girl, I've been ... "

"Alright ... that does it!  I'm bringing somebody over in about two
minutes.  If you're in the buff put on a robe so you can open your front
door and not scare Mrs.  Jefferson across the street from you.  After
your front door is closed nobody else has to know if you decide to take
all of your clothes off, or if you wear anything that would protect my
little girl from seeing something she's already seen, and will most
likely see again.  By the way, do you have any b-u-b-b-l-e-b-a-t-h?"

It was obvious why Beth was spelling the word out, and I had to chuckle
at her cleverness.

"Ha, ha ... yes I have that mysterious pink entertainment liquid."

"Fine.  Be there in just a sec."

Before I could say anything more Beth hung up.

I had just enough time to throw on a t-shirt and sweat pants before I
heard the front door bell.

Ding-Dong!

The moment I unlocked and opened the door Mary did her best to jump from
her mother's arms into mine.  It appeared Beth either mentioned to her
daughter that I was going to give the child a bath, or their clothing
rules extended to within my house as well, because my playmate was buck
naked.  Had the little girl been wearing any clothes Mary might have
been allowed to walk on her own toward my front door or stand on her own
two feet, and I was really hoping nobody had seen the young mother
toting her preschool daughter toward my house in the little girl's
altogether.  I might have been a little surprised, but I was definitely
pleased.

All it took was for me to reach forward with both hands, claim a happy
little nudist, revel in the feel of her silken body as she did her best
to envelope me in her embrace, and then stepped back a few feet so Beth
could enter my home.  Once the front door was closed, and Beth was able
to vicariously enjoy her daughter's happiness, she smiled at me and
spoke again.

"Yeah ... I kinda figured she'd be happier in your arms than her own
mother's.  If I didn't know any better my daughter is gonna ask to spend
the night before too long."

Beth shouldn't have said anything, but it must have been part of her
elaborate and strangely provocative plan, because even before my happy
playmate and I said a word to each other Mary turned her head around to
look at her mom and left nothing to the imagination.

"Can I have a sleepover with Mister Bart, Mommy???  Please???"

Beth urged me to turn around, pushed against my back, and coaxed me to
walk through the entry foyer toward my living room.  Once she was close
enough to my couch she removed a pink 'Hello Kitty' backpack from her
other arm, dropped it onto my couch, and shook her head.

"Sometimes I just never learn."

The more Beth said and did, the more convinced I was that either I was
being set up for a major bust, or Mary's Mommy liked the idea of her
daughter having an older male lover.

"Please, Mommy???  Please can I have a sleepover???"

All I had to do was grin and nod to Beth for her to see what I thought
of the idea.

"Fine!  I'll have to bring over a few more things ... unless you still
have age and size appropriate personal items for Mary, Bart."

"I still have most of the things that I bought for Tammy, but if your
little one is going to be walking around inside my house like this she
won't need anything at all."

"Well ... if you decide to take her on a date to a favorite p-i-z-z-a
p-l-a-c-e she's gonna need a lot more than she's got on right now."

"I understand.  Walking around town with a little angel like that could
get me arrested faster than if I was speeding through a school zone.
I've got some clothes that I think will fit my playmate if she decides
to force me to ... go do that other thing."

"Are you sure you don't mind, Bart?  I was only calling earlier to see
if you'd be willing to spend some time with my little monster for a few
hours today ... not accept a new bride into your house full time."

"Ha, ha ... I don't mind, Beth.  I guess, to be honest, I'd kinda like
to disappear into a world of fantasy where I was a father and husband
all over again.  It's been a long time, but I think I need this sort of
therapy a lot more than I imagined."

"It won't put too much of a strain on your system?  You said at the
doctor's office yesterday that you were there because of your heart."

"Actually, Doc Philips wants me to get some exercise and seek out some
activities with other people.  This will accomplish all of our needs
quite nicely."

Beth shifted closer, caressed my right upper arm, looked right into my
eyes, and smiled as she whispered.

"You have fun with your new little wife, Boyfriend.  Call me if you need
anything ... like a whip and a chair, or lots of maternal advice."

"Not a problem.  I know how to wrangle this little animal."

A moment later Mary was squealing and writhing around in my grasp as if
she was sitting in a nest of ants or had been stuck with high voltage
wires.  Tickling the little girl seemed to be the best and easiest way
to control her, and my playmate seemed absolutely ecstatic I thought
that way.  Beth smiled, leaned forward to kiss my cheek, and then turned
around.  She didn't say another word as she walked through my front door
and toward her house.

After the door was closed and locked I carried Mary toward my bedroom,
let her fall backward onto my king size master bed, and just stood there
looking at her with my hands on my hips.  She looked delicious naked.

"What am I going to do with you today, Mary?"

She burst up, lunged forward, wrapped her short arms around my waist,
and looked up into my face with a devilish grin.  What she asked next
proved she and I thought a lot alike.

"Can we go play with some bubbles, Mister Bart?"

"Sure, Kitten."

She giggled, bounced up and down against my tummy for a few seconds, and
then looked around to see which way my master bathroom was.  Her arms
came free, she jumped off my bed, but before she was more than a foot
from it I stopped her.

"And where do you think you're going, young lady?"

She stopped, turned around, had an expression on her face as if I'd
suddenly changed my mind about being naked in a tub with a little girl,
and did her best to convince me to forget everything about my morning
routine around the bedroom.

"Come on, Mister Bart!  Let's go play in the tub!"

"I need to make the bed first, Angel."

I was a little surprised Mary didn't complain, and she did her best to
help me tug the sheets and covers back into place.  It took a little
longer than it normally might, but I was able to get my sleeping
location covered just enough to make it look fairly normal.

Once that task was complete Mary looked like a colt ready to burst out
of the starting gates at a horse race.

"Go find the tub, Angel.  I'll get the towels and bubble bath."

"Goodie!!!"

Her exclamation and squeal could have shattered crystal, but I craved
the sound of a little girl's voice when she was happy, although I felt
much hungrier to see one sporting about inside my house totally naked.
The fact that my little visitor was allowed to run around in the nude
was beginning to have an effect on me, and I felt a tingle between my
legs that had long been absent.

In spite of my medical condition, and the fact that my doctor had told
me I'd only be able to have a rock-hard erection with the help of some
prescription medications, I began to feel a firmness in my underwear.
It was going to make my proximity to a naked preschooler a bit of a
problem if she asked lots of questions or touched me in a manner I was
really looking forward to.

By the time I made my way into my master bathroom Mary was standing
along the side of the tub and eager to get inside.  My cell phone was
placed under a thick towel on the floor next to the tub at the opposite
end from the faucet, just in case I needed to call Beth and ask for some
help.  The fact that the top edge of the large vessel my visitor was
trying to climb into was quite a bit higher than her hips prevented Mary
from hiking either of her short legs over the edge to climb in, though.

Her expression hinted at a desire to run into a room full of presents on
Christmas morning, or the first day of preschool all by herself, or
possibly a desire to climb up onto some high monkey bars.  She watched
everything I did while I gathered the tools necessary to perform the
complex activities of playing with a naked preschooler behind a closed
bathroom door, and it felt wonderful to be watched and studied like
that.  The moment I carried a large plastic bottle of bubble bath toward
the tub Mary began to jump up and down, clapped her hands, and giggled
again.

"Tee-hee-hee!"

In order to make it a game for Mary I knelt down close to the faucet,
reached out with my right arm, and invited her closer to my body.  Once
she was nestled tight to my tummy with her fanny against my hips and her
tummy along the tub I cupped her hip and wiggled my fingers around and
forward until my digits were very close to Heaven.  My surprise was that
I didn't hear a lot of giggling, complaining, or argument about where I
wanted to push my hand and fingers, and since Beth said she wasn't going
to ask any questions, as long as I didn't hurt or scare Mary, I was
going to exercise quite a bit of tactile freedom until I saw or heard
some reluctance on the little girl's part.

The stopper knob was lifted, the faucet adjusted to accommodate a little
body that might not appreciate a scalding bath, and then my digits came
away from Mary's velvety smoothness so I could unsnap the cap of the
bubble bath bottle with my free hand.  But in a flash of inspiration I
stopped and reconsidered.  When I wiggled backward and shifted Mary
closer to the faucet she wasn't sure what I was doing until I pressed my
mouth to the side of her head near her right ear and spoke in a low
whisper.

"You get to put in as much bubble juice as you want to, Angel."

Rather than question my motives or lose an opportunity to be immersed in
a mountain of foam Mary reached forward, gripped the bottle in my hands
with both of her small appendages, and did her best to squeeze hard.  In
order to give her a wonderful first time in the tub with me I amplified
the pressure of her tiny digits and let quite a bit more viscous liquid
out of the bottle than I might have before.

All Mary could do was jump up and down, bounce in place between me and
the tub, and giggle.  I'm glad she jumped around like that, because
while she was going up and down and squeezing as hard as she could I let
the bottle go with my right hand and allowed my fingertips to approach
her puddin close enough to feel her plump softness.  This time, however,
she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing.

"Tee-hee-hee-hee!  This is fun, Mister Bart!"

I couldn't be sure if she was talking about the amount of cheap bubble
bath soap we were watching dribble into the tub, or the feel of my
digits as I began to caress the pliable softness of her baby pussy.

What might have seemed like an absolute impossibility one day before was
the very real sensation of my fingertips strumming a little girl's bald
vulva, her thighs coming apart ever so slightly to mindlessly grant me
as much room to touch her as I wanted.  Mary might have believed she was
having the time of her life, but I was getting very close to Heaven.

By the time I'd let almost half a cup of viscous goo to pour out in one
long slow stream Mary was pushing into my hand with her pudendum, was
doing her best to express her happiness with giggles and cute little
girl noises, and then shared a proclamation that told me I'd allowed
enough bubble juice to fall into the water.

"That's lots, Mister Bart!"

I couldn't very well empty the entire bottle, even though it only cost
me a dollar at the local discount store.  After all, if Mary wanted to
take another bath with me I'd need to have some slick juice in reserve.
I'd also have to have lots of bubble bath for her to add to the water.

"You wanna get in now, Angel?"

"Yeah!!!"

The container was righted, the cap was snapped closed, and the plastic
bottle was placed onto the counter far to my left beyond the commode.
While I turned around I intentionally pushed my fingers between her
chubby legs and tucked my index fingertip against her puffy vulva.  She
never once complained, pushed my hand away, nor seemed the least bit
troubled with the location of my hand.  In fact, Mary kept watching
everything I was doing, even after I turned around to look at her.

She was so cute staring into my gaze that I leaned forward and placed a
quick kiss on her nose.

"Tee-hee-hee!  You're fun to play with, Mister Bart."

"You are too, Kitten."

I was hoping she didn't become aware of why I thought that way.

Relocating my right hand wasn't something I wanted to do, but she
couldn't climb in by herself, and both of my adult appendages would need
to be used to hoist her inside.  Just as I reached around her hips to
lift her up and into the tub I realized we hadn't taken care of an
important first task.

Her body was released, her small naked feet returned to the floor
outside the tub, she immediately snapped her head around to see why I
didn't lift her up, and the water was turned off.  Mary's facial
expression and voice hid none of her emotional state, because she kept
looking at me as if I'd just been told Christmas was canceled

"What's wrong, Mister Bart?"

"I didn't help you go potty first, Kitten."

"Oh!"

"You stay right there, and I'll go get your potty seat."

"Kay ... but hurry!"

I was up, out of the bathroom, inside the other one, claimed the support
device that I'd originally purchased for my own little girl, and brought
the rigid plastic ring back in less than a minute.  The moment I set the
colorful device into place Mary lifted both hands toward my face and
left no doubt as to what I was responsible for.  A moment later her tiny
fanny was nestled into place, we both heard a metallic tinkle from under
her body, and I then watched in glee as Mary cocked her knees all the
way out in preparation for my next task.

Her willingness to show me everything I'd craved for years made me smile
as much as my face could permit, and with a small bundle of tissues I
dabbed her plump nether charms just enough to remove a major portion of
any remaining liquids.  She was lifted off the potty, allowed to stand
next to the tub again, and the commode was flushed.  With my attention
on her pert and full little bum I reached around her hips, lifted her
into the air, and set her feet into the small amount of water in the
tub.  The water was turned on, she clapped her hands, and I made sure
the temperature was warm but not too hot.

"Okay, Kitten.  Have a seat and play with the bubbles while I go get
some toys."

"Toys???"

Exploring Tammy's closet for her bath toys wasn't something I did very
often, unless I wanted to relive some special memories of when I was
giving her a bath ... like the one I was about to give Mary.  Some
plastic waterproof items were gathered, carried back to my bathroom, and
with a small mountain of foam starting to billow up near the faucet I
tossed two handfuls of floating playthings inside.  The water level was
checked between Mary's naked feet, seemed high enough for both of us,
the water turned off, and I wiped my right hand free of water and mounds
of small white bubbles.

"Okay, Angel, I need to get in behind you.  Scoot forward."

As she wiggled her way closer to the faucet her butt squeaked against
the bottom of the tub, and I craved that sort of innocent noise every
day of my life.

Undressing in front of Mary might have seemed a daunting task until she
found the toys I'd tossed into the bubbles, because her attention was
more on the brightly colored plastic items than me lifting my t-shirt
off my body and then stepping out of my sweatpants and underwear.  I
hadn't been naked in front of a little girl in many years, and I was a
little surprised my penis was firm enough to poke forward at half mast.

Mary was the perfect bathtub playmate, because she was more intent on
playing with the profuse foam and plastic playthings than notice me step
into the water behind her, naked, and sporting a rather impressive woody
that my doctor would have been proud of ... or at least pleased that my
circulatory system was working as well as it was at that moment.

Having a 'garden tub' meant there was enough room for me to sit back far
enough to afford the child all the space she needed to play without
coming into contact with my legs or body, but by her mother's own
admission I was almost expected to touch and caress the little girl as
much as I wanted to.

All it took was for me to reach forward, wrap my hands around her tummy,
and pull backward for Mary to giggle again and pull some toys along with
her.

"Tee-hee!  We're gonna have fun playing today, aren't we Mister Bart?"

"We sure are, Angel."

The first thing I felt was the rubbery softness of her plump little ass
against the tip of my cock, and I was tempted to scoot her back another
few inches so she could actually sit on or hug my dick with her luscious
little fanny.  As firm as my penis was at that moment Mary would have
noticed, so I chose not to provide the child a bit too much preschool
sex education.

Any remaining toys she hadn't found were located, shifted under the foam
toward her tummy, but more importantly between her splayed knees.  After
I tucked my right hand close to her cunny in as casual a manner as I
could the area was searched for remaining unseen items ... at least for
any plastic toys I provided she might want to play with.

My desire to let Mary have fun was going to make her happy and keep her
occupied long enough for me to enjoy holding her with both hands and try
to tuck a few fingers into some tender spots I'd already seen briefly.
At least one of my hands would be worked into places that would provide
some truly wonderful masturbatory fantasies if I was lucky.

She never once seemed the least offended nor did she even notice my
hands cupping her tummy, caressing her baby titties, or when I used one
hand to shift a toy closer to her hips so I could feel her vulva a
second and then a third time.  The child probably thought I was just
being nice by gathering her playthings so she didn't have to reach very
far, because just like on the commode Mary cocked her legs all the way
out.  But I had other things on my mind.

Taking command of a bright red floating object that looked like a small
train engine and driving it up and down each of her thighs while making
a 'choo choo' sound made Mary giggle and smile.  She never noticed me
working the toy over every portion of her body in and out of the water,
and in the process I left a trail of bubbles across her chest, over each
of her plump baby titties, around her shoulders, along her back, and was
able to repeatedly chug down her tummy and into her bald sweetness.

For her to cock her knees out and up, giggle, lean back, and look down
her body to where I was playing proved she'd allow a lot more than I
anticipated, and it appeared she didn't think my working the red Number
69 Special all over her pussy was naughty at all.  I wasn't the least
bit disappointed by her permissiveness, and after I was able to wiggle a
fingertip into her vulvar crease far enough to feel her vaginal opening
and then her clitoris, briefly, I knew to switch tracks and head back
north.

Her tummy was next, her belly button the perfect place to stop and
wiggle at least one finger, and then yet more noises added when I made
my way back to her chest.  Mary just sat there giggling as I chugged the
toy across her nipples and then squealed in delight when I worked the
plastic item under her left arm.  Again Mary surprised me, because
rather than block my access when she began to squeal and squirm she
actually lifted her arm into the air and let me tickle her more.

The longer I played with her, and the greater portion of her body I was
permitted to touch and play with, the more certain I was that her folks
had never spent that much time in the tub with Mary.  If I had my way
the little girl would be in my tub every day.

When I made a circuitous route back to her knees she quickly lifted both
of her lower limbs into the air, splay her thighs, and reminded me that
she'd been injured the day before.

"Are you gonna kiss my booboos again, Mister Bart?"

"Sure, Angel!  I forgot I needed to kiss them again today."

"You gotta kiss my booboos *all* the time, Mister Bart."

I was beginning to really like my little playmate.

"Okay, Kitten.  Turn around and let me see."

Her fanny squeaked as she spun in place, she lifted her knees again, but
because of the profuse foam all I saw was a slight increase in the
height of the bubbles between our bodies.  I had the perfect solution.

"Hey!  I thought there was a little girl down here somewhere!"

"Tee-hee!"

By making a game of trying to locate her knees, and intentionally
missing more than once by wiggling my fingers into her twat and as far
under her fanny as I could reach, I got Mary squealing, laughing, and
practically hysterical with delight.  She could have pushed my hand away
and told me to behave or not be naughty, but she chose to grip my wrist
with both her small appendages and keep my fingers close enough to give
her a few more moments of pleasant tickles.

I couldn't keep fondling her so much without developing our relationship
more fully, so I used both hands to locate her knees, tugged her closer
to my hips, and then proclaimed success.

"There she is!"

"Tee-hee-hee!  I like you, Mister Bart.  I wanna get a tubby with you a
whole bunch."

I held her close to me, reached around her both, the rinse wand was
located over the faucet, the water turned on, checked for temperature,
and then turned down enough so I wouldn't overfill the tub if I left it
on too long.  The wand was directed over her body, I rinsed her back,
shoulders, and chest so I could ogle my playmate, and then swept the
bubbles off her knees so I could perform the task I'd originally been
asked to.

Once she was free of any foam I leaned forward, reached around her body,
turned the water off, and placed the rinse wand back where it belonged.
The moment I leaned back I realized the bubbles along my chest had
covered Mary's knees all over again.  She thought it was all just
another game, and she made sure I knew that.

"Tee-hee!  You gave me more bubbles, Mister Bart.  Do the water thing
again!"

"Oops!  You better stand up this next time, Angel."

"Kay!"

She rose, held onto my head to keep from slipping in the water, and I
reached around her body a third time.  It felt wonderful for my left
hand to claim her naked tush, delicious for my left cheek to be pressed
into her naked left hip, but exquisite to see and feel her body so close
when she had absolutely nothing on.

She was rinsed from titties to knees, the water turned off again, and
after the rinse wand was returned I held her by the waist in preparation
of my next and most anticipated deed.

"Lift up this knee so I can kiss it and make it all better."

Touching her right leg rather than her injured left might have been
noticed by a less excited little girl, but it was enough influence for
her to do as I asked.  Holding onto my head with her right knee jutting
forward I leaned in and placed a series of long slow kisses onto her
chubby limb as I cupped her fanny with my right hand and supported her
leg with my left.  Mary was quiet and didn't move as I placed lots of
affectionate kisses onto her bare limb, and she didn't seem to notice
that I'd tucked a few of my fingertips between her rear cheeks.  Had I
been brave enough, and Mary didn't notice, I would have done a little
private exploring further between her thighs.

After her right knee had been kissed for almost a minute I let go of her
leg and smiled at her.

"Is it all better now?"

"A little bit.  Do the other one, now."

Mary seemed just as anxious for me to kiss her body as I was.

She lifted her left knee and watched me bend forward and kiss her owie.
That injury was treated with the same loving affection as the first one,
my left digits wiggled into place along the snug tight cleft of her
fanny.  The second trip between her rear cheeks involved a much more
intimate caress of something I ached to touch, kiss, and lick, and the
more I wanted to fondle Mary the more I was certain she'd notice.  After
I leaned back a little bit, her knee went back down, and she stared into
my eyes with what I could only imagine as utter adoration, I drew Mary's
tummy closer to my face.

"Is there any other place I need to kiss so you can feel better?"

She smiled, giggled, and shrugged.

"Tee-hee."

That was my cue to alter the terms of her pleasure and turn the moment
into just plain fun.  The instant I placed my lips against her smooth
tummy and blew noisy woobies into her silken flesh poor Mary was
squealing and dancing in place in what could have been agony.  Someone
would have believed my young playmate was miserable, except instead of
pushing me away she was gripping my head and keeping me in place.

Her belly button was located, a few tummy farts applied, my tongue
wiggled along the indentation to give her a different feeling, and then
I shifted my attack to another portion of her body slightly higher.  She
kept laughing, squirming around, and doing her best to shatter windows
of every room in my house, but she never pushed my face away.

Her neck was next, and she seemed utterly spellbound as I kissed and
applied lots of noisy bursts of air against her tender flesh.  When she
pushed my face down rather than away I got the impression she wanted me
to tickle other parts of her body along her chest, so I shifted my mouth
down and found one of her baby-fat titties to play with.  I blew onto
her tiny mound, sucked on it a few times while making lots of noise,
licked her nipple, and even pretended to take a series of playful bites
out of her baby breast as I added some animal noises.

I made no attempt to hide my fascination with every feature of her
little titties and nipples, and I was truly enjoying the supple petite
development of a preschooler.  By the sound of her laughter and from the
intensity of her grip Mary left me with the impression she couldn't have
cared less if I kept up her fun for hours.  She must have thought it was
yet another fun way to play in the tub, and she proved that by pushing
against my head and commanding me so I could attack her other titty.  Of
course, I had to comply.

"Do the other one!"

Her command was obeyed, I repeated all of my animated labial movements,
noises, and lewd deeds, and did everything I could to make her happy
while I fondled and felt her body with as much of my face and hands as I
could.

In order to keep our 'play' less sexual I lifted her arms, munched on
her skin inside her armpits, heard a squeal that I was sure would
shatter the mirror in the bathroom, and then licked where I'd pretended
to bite her.  She was turned around, her back was treated the same way,
her arms nibbled on, and when I ran out of areas above her waist to
munch on or make funny fart sounds Mary pushed against the top of my
head and said three words.

"Do my legs!"

Bending that far forward was going to be a challenge, so I had the
little girl step up onto my legs close to my hips.  But even that wasn't
high enough to attack her calves and feet, so I had to adjust my
position in the tub.

"I can't nibble on her legs unless I lie down, Mary.  Will you stand up
with your feet next to my head after I get really far in the water so I
can tickle you some more?"

"Yeah!"

I shifted her off my legs, to my left, and then slid down into the water
until the back of my head was getting wet.  Mary kept giggling as she
stepped over my face, looked down her body as I looked up, but she did
absolutely nothing when I stared into her plump and bald plump twat.

Rather than tumble down a road of lechery and perversion I twisted my
head to the left and attacked her right calf.  She squealed, tried to
jump away from the abuse, and almost fell down into the water.  Thanks
to my fast reaction time, and my hands along her fanny and back, I was
able to keep her upright.  She didn't take more than a few seconds to
recover from her slip, and I received yet more squeals and giggles when
I worked my way up her right leg to the middle of her thigh.  Rather
than be alarmed about what I was approaching she cocked her knees out
and made more room for me to play as she shrieked and laughed.

"Tickles!"

I probably could have traveled the rest of the way to that precious area
I couldn't stop staring at, but she needed to have fun, and I could be
content just looking at her, so her left leg was treated the same way as
her right one.

The front and inside of her legs got plenty of abuse, but Mary wasn't
satisfied with only that much.

"Bite my butt!"

To my surprise Mary was the one who suggested I try to nibble on her
fanny, and I wasn't about to resist that adventure, so I helped her turn
around to face the faucet, sat up, and leaned forward to enjoy the
rubbery softness of her bum.  This was going to be as much fun for me as
it was for my young playmate.

My first attack was just like her legs and underarms until she made the
mistake of bending forward to reach for my chin from between her legs.
That put my mouth directly between her plump cheeks, but more to the
point, up against her pursed pucker.

The moment my lips met her tight array of radial muscles Mary squealed,
bolted upright, clamped her legs together, cupped her fanny with one
hand, and did her best to reel away from my face.  I was absolutely
convinced I'd crossed that magic boundary between fun and lechery, and
Mary was soon to tell her mommy that I'd done something very naughty.

Since her most recent vocalization sounded much different than when I
was tickling her I was sure I was a dead man, and my heart had nothing
to do with it.  I leaned back, held her by the hips, pushed her away,
turned her around, and sat up in the tub so our eyes could be nearly
aligned.

"Did I hurt you, Kitten?"

"No ... I was just scared you might see my poopies."

"Do you have to go potty again so you can go poopie?"

"No."

"Then ... if you don't have to go potty your poopies won't come out."

She fumbled with her fingers in front of her tummy, kept looking down,
and seemed troubled about something.  I pulled her closer, caressed her
back and legs, and whispered with our mouths very close together.

"Is something wrong, Angel?"

Mary shrugged, so I needed to find out what it was.

"You can tell Mister Bart, Honey.  I'll take care of whatever is
bothering you, okay?  Remember when I kissed your booboos at the doctor
place the other day?"

She looked into my eyes, nodded, and let a little grin peek out.

"Well, if you ever need me to take care of you in a special way, or talk
about something that's bothering you, or make another booboo all better,
you have to ask me to help you, okay?"

"Kay."

She hesitated for a moment and then whispered.

"Mister Bart?"

"Uh huh?"

"Can you make the owies in my bummy go away?"

"You have owies in your bummy?"

"Uh huh!"

"Where, Angel?"

"Where my poopies come out."

"Reee-leee?"

"Uh huh!  When I go potty and the poopies try to come out, sometimes it
hurts a whole bunch, and I cry a lot."

"Awwwww ... my poor little Angel.  Do you want me to check and see if
your poopie hole is hurting right now?"

"Will my poopie hole hurt if you check it right now, Mister Bart?"

"No, Angel.  All I'm gonna do is look at your poopie hole first.  If you
want me to help the owies go away, then you can tell me to touch your
poopie hole really soft ... like this."

I caressed her left titty with my right index and middle fingers, and
made a series of circles around her erect nipple.  The pad of coral pink
flesh defining her areola was the perfect circular road map for me to
follow for a few seconds, and my playmate seemed to like what I was
doing to her baby titty.

Mary was immediately lost to the tingles I was imparting.  Since she
didn't appear to mind being caressed like that I shifted my other index
and middle finger over her right nipple and strummed her other titty
bump in a long slow series of circles.  I watched as the preschooler
tumbled into a relaxed sense of sexual pleasure, her eyes closing
halfway, her posture showing signs of relaxation, and a little grin on
her lips.  I don't know how long I played with her nipples and baby
titties, but my young naked playmate seemed to appreciate my attention
to detail, because if I hinted that I might need to withdraw my digits
Mary would lean into my caresses.  I liked that in a woman.

I could have remained in the tub for hours and enjoy her undeveloped and
petite pads of baby fat, but she would have said something eventually.
It was only after she shivered and grinned wider that she was able to
think clearly enough to communicate.  With her eyes half closed she
whispered as if she was in erotic bliss.

"That tickles ... I like it.  Are you gonna make my poopie hole tickle
like that too, Mister Bart?"

"If you want me to, Kitten.  If you don't want me to, I won't."

"I want you to, Mister Bart!"

"Okay ... turn around and let me see."

"Can you rub my boobies a little bit more first?"

"Sure, Kitten."

There was no pretense in what I was doing, and for the first time in
many years I was sitting in my own bathtub, naked, covered in suds, and
strumming a little girl's plump baby titties while she was smiling.  To
make it a memorable event for both of us I leaned forward, applied a few
kisses to one and then the other breast, and looked into Mary's eyes as
I sat back.  Her response was to use both of her small hands to pull my
mouth to her chest, center my lips onto her left nipple, and whisper.

"Kiss it more, Mister Bart."

That was my cue to throw caution to the wind and give her the kind of
loving affection only an older mature male was able to.

For the next few minutes I kissed, licked, nibbled, and suckled on both
of Mary's little titties.  Each time I'd suck hard enough to draw a tiny
bit of her breast into my mouth I'd lean back an inch and then release
her tender flesh.  The wet pop we both heard made me happy and made Mary
giggle.

"Tee-hee!"

My young preschool playmate seemed to enjoy my attention to her plump
softness quite a bit more than I anticipated, and that only encouraged
me to continue to enjoy her body as she reveled in the attention.  I
dare say nobody had ever spent quite as much time as I was focusing all
of their concentration on her pleasure or happiness, because even with
one hand cupping her fanny, a few fingers tucked under and between her
legs, and the other set of digits strumming the front of her pudendum,
Mary appeared to need every ounce of my interest in her tiny body.

When Mary shivered a second time, and I could almost hear her heart
hammering in her chest, I decided to finish what I had started.  My
reward for doing a good job would be to see and touch not only her
titties, but her pink pucker.  If I was lucky I might get to see the
rest of her intimate tenderness in the process.

Once I got her attention and stopped fondling her breasts she got a kiss
on the lips, I got a smile in return, and Mary shifted her feet around
so she could lean against the outside of the tub with her fanny pushed
toward me.

I shifted behind her, moved her feet apart a little bit, caressed her
bum to relax her for a moment, and then whispered.

"I'm just gonna look first, okay Kitten?"

"Kay ... I'm not scared, Mister Bart."

I knew she would be the first time I touched her fanny, but her outward
display of courage seemed a nice side benefit.

"Good girl."

My hands were placed onto her pert fanny, I slipped my thumbs down her
cleft, gently peeled her cheeks apart so I could see her pucker, and
then whispered again.

"Lean forward a tiny bit so I can see better, Angel."

Ever the obedient little patient Mary bent much further forward than was
actually necessary, and my reward was not only the view of her pink
pucker, but her coral tenderness and fat cunny an inch or two further
down under her body.

In order to make it a supremely memorable moment I repositioned my
thumbs, worked her plump rear cheeks apart again, and saw a few very
tiny blood vessels still profuse with blood near her tight radial
opening.  It was obvious she must have had a hard time emptying her
backside, because there was evidence of a little tearing of her tender
anus from the last time she went potty.  Once my examination was
complete I removed my thumbs and caressed her gorgeous butt with both
hands as I spoke.

"I can see where your owies are, Kitten."

"Is there poopies down there, Mister Bart?"

"I don't think so, but ... would you like for me to wash your poopie
hole a little bit so you can be all clean?"

"Uh huh ... just ... please don't hurt my poopie hole, okay?"

"I won't hurt it, Kitten.  I'll go slow, okay?"

"Kay."

"Bend over and let me see again."

"Kay, but you promised you wouldn't hurt my poopie hole."

"I remember.  I promised."

It was apparent at least one of her pediatricians had caused quite a bit
of pain the last time her back door was examined, and I could only begin
to imagine what that must have been like for the little girl.

With her butt pushed out, her legs splayed, and Mary looking over her
right shoulder, I used my left hand to split her cheeks and slipped my
right index and middle fingers up the inside of her left thigh until I
was able to caress her pucker.  Mary flinched and looked terrified, so I
stopped and left my fingers close to but not against her anus.

"Did I hurt you, Honey?"

"No ... I was just a tiny bit scared, but not no more.  You can rub it
now, Mister Bart."

While looking right into her eyes as she twisted her head around far
enough to stare back I shifted my fingers over and then around the tight
radial array of muscles.  For a few seconds her expression hinted at
intense fear, but once she realized I was going to go slow and not hurt
her she grinned and sighed.

"You're not hurting my poopie hole, Mister Bart."

"That's right, Angel, just like I promised.  Do you want me to rub a
little bit more so I can check your poopie hole in a little while when
you're not scared?"

"Okay ... you can.  I'm not super scared no more."

A little more pressure was applied to her pursed opening, I rubbed
around in circles, up and down, and kept tickling at the center of that
grip until she giggled at me.

"Tee-hee!  That tickles."

"It doesn't hurt, Kitten?"

"Nuh uh!  You do it nice ... not like the doctor guy."

That's when my assumptions were proved correct.  It was time for more.

"Would you like for me to clean your poopie hole so I can kiss your owie
and make it a tiny bit better?"

"You'll kiss my owie and make it better, Mister Bart?"

"If you want me to."

"Kay ... you can clean my poopie hole, then."

I didn't want to, but I removed my digits, located some baby soap,
created a little lather in one hand, made sure to cover my digits, and
then returned to my task.  Mary was again trying to see what I was
doing, but all she could manage was stare at my face as I stared at her
elegant little butt.

Her pucker was rubbed very softly as I had the first time, a series of
circles were made around the central focus in smaller and smaller
spirals until I was tickling at the point where all the folds were
directed, and teased at the snug grip until Mary giggled at me again.

"Tickles!"

"Do you like this better than the way the doctor guy does it?"

"Uh huh!  You do it a million times better."

"Okay ... I'm gonna clean the inside part now, okay?"

"Kay, but ... go slow, Mister Bart, okay?"

"Okay, Kitten.  I'll go slow, and I'll watch your face to see if I start
to hurt you, even a tiny little bit."

"Kay."

My finger was rinsed free of soap, I made my way back, and then I kept
wiggling the tip of my middle finger against her sealed opening until
she grunted and I felt her butt relax.  An instant later the end of my
finger was a fraction of an inch within her body.  The sensation was
even better than I'd imagined, because I could feel the intense heat of
her insides, the quivering grip of her butt, and the silken sensation of
illegal flesh hugging my digit.

I could have done nothing more and been happy for it, but I had a job to
do, and Mary was expecting me to finish doing it.

Mary looked a lot more surprised than I felt, and with her eyes wide and
a look on her face that I might try to drown her she remained silent.  I
needed to fix that.

"Am I hurting you, Angel?"

"Nuh uh!  I thought it would hurt a lot, Mister Bart."

"It doesn't hurt?"

"Nuh uh!"

"Good.  I'm glad it doesn't hurt.  Do you want me to do some more, or
should I stop right now?"

"Will it keep feeling good and not hurt like the doctor guy?"

"If I go slow, and you tell me if it starts to hurt even a tiny bit,
then I'll stop.  If you like it, then I'll try to make it feel good for
a super long time."

"Kay.  I need for my poopie hole to feel good a whole bunch and not hurt
no more, Mister Bart.  If you make it feel good like that, then I want
you to do it a whole bunch."

Mary relaxed quite a bit after that, and before she realized how far I'd
shifted my digit it disappeared all the way inside her fanny.  Her grip
relaxed quite a bit after I afforded her a more pleasurable sensation,
and she seemed almost hypnotized by the slow in and out movements of my
finger.  She even pushed her butt back into my hand when the tip of my
digit was close to being removed, so I knew she was having as much fun
as I was.  Her mom might not necessarily agree, but then the woman told
me she wasn't going to ask any questions as long as I didn't hurt her
little girl, so fingering Mary's tight tush might be considered an
acceptable medical or therapeutic activity in my bathtub.

It was only when I began to twist and wiggle the tip of my finger as if
it was the pendulum of an old clock that Mary giggled and spoke in a
quivering voice.

"Tee-hee!  Yuh ... you're tickling ... inside my ... poopie hole."

"Uh huh!  How does it feel?"

"I like the way you do it better than the doctor guy, Mister Bart.  He
hurts me when he checks my poopie hole."

"Good.  I'm gonna clean you really good now, okay?"

"Kay."

Just as I was starting to work my finger in and out of her bum Mary said
something that proved she was doing much better than I imagined.

"Can I turn around now, Mister Bart?"

"Do you want me to stop, Kitten?"

"NO!  I just wanna give you a hug, Mister Bart, cuz you're making me
feel super good."

"Okay, Angel."

My finger was removed, Mary grunted, and frowned at me the moment her
butt was empty.

"You took it out!"

"Well ... yeah.  You want to turn around, right?"

"Uh huh, but I didn't want you to take it out."

"Turn around, come give me a hug, and I'll put my finger back inside
your poopie hole."

"Kay."

A moment later Mary had her arms around my neck, she was standing with
her feet alongside my thighs, her butt was pushed out behind her, and my
right middle finger was returned to the elegant and snug dimensions of
the preschoolers tight ass.

For some unknown period of time I fingered her butt with one hand while
I held her tight to my naked chest with the other.  Mary couldn't have
cared if I was fully clothed or had flowers growing out of my ears,
because all she was concerned about was my making her anus feel good.  I
wasn't having such a bad time myself.

When I heard her sigh into my left ear I knew she was feeling much
better and she might allow me to kiss her 'owie' now that she was clean.

"You're all clean now, Kitten.  Let me give your owie a kiss now."

"Mister Bart?"

"Uh huh?"

"Can you clean my poopie hole the next time I go potty?"

"Sure, Kitten.  I'd be happy to."

No kidding.

"Kay.  You can kiss it now.  "

My finger was removed, she grunted at me again, and I splashed some
water at her tight pucker to remove any evidence of something I might
have teased out from within.  Once Mary was rinsed she might have
believed I was going to bend her over the edge of the tub, but I had an
even better and more fun idea.  In the process I'd get to sample from
something that I'd been hungry to munch on for months.

While holding her tight to my chest I turned completely around so I
could place Mary's fanny onto a molded seat along the back of the tub.
She didn't understand what I was doing until her butt was directed onto
the cool clean plastic surface and I winked at her.

Her bum was wiggled backward, I lifted her legs, cocked her knees out,
placed her heels along the front edge of the molded seat far apart, and
I was face first with the most beautiful little pussy I'd ever seen.  I
could have stared and tried to memorize her features for ten years, but
I had a task to perform, and she'd like the way I helped relieve a
little of her former discomfort.

I used the tips of my thumbs to tug her tender flesh apart where her
pucker was hiding, leaned forward, tucked my nose into the cleft of her
vulva where her vaginal opening was displayed with a crimson glow,
pushed my lips into her laved butt hole, and felt Mary place her small
hands alongside my face as if to be ready to push me away.  My method of
affection would preclude any possibility of that need, but if she grew
frightened I knew to back away.  Kiss after kiss was afforded the tyke,
and once I knew she wasn't going to freak out I began to widen the
circle of kisses until I was able to include the bottom of her vulva.

Mary draped her feet over my shoulders, leaned back, wrapped her arms
around my head, closed her eyes, and settled in for a few minutes of
tender labial affection.  Her ass was kissed, tickled, a few brief licks
were applied, and when I realized she wasn't horrified I wiggled the tip
of my tongue into the same pursed collection of radial muscles my right
middle finger had invaded.

"That tickles ... I like it."

With that confirmation I began to drill her ass with my tongue, and Mary
seemed to enjoy a little back-door fun.  That was proved when she tugged
on my head and wrapped her calves tighter behind my skull.  Since she
was a willing partner in what she considered my attempts at eliminating
her discomfort I focused more earnestly on what I was doing and Mary's
reactions.  She really enjoyed how completely I could be focused.

For some unknown glorious amount of time I tongue-fucked her tight
little ass and heard Mary whimpering the whole time.  She seemed to like
my methods much more than I anticipated, and I would have been willing
to place a thousand dollar bet that she much preferred the way I was
tending to her fanny than the way her pediatrician did.

I was so involved in pleasuring the child that I almost forgot why I'd
been asked to tuck my face tight between her naked thighs, or what was
no more than an inch further up and directly under the tip of my nose.

The tender small portion of her formerly hidden body between her tight
anus and the coral opening of her undeveloped femininity was provided
similar treatment to her pursed pucker, and I think Mary really believed
I was doing nothing more than making her boo-boos go away.  Lots of the
same tender affection, including a few longer licks, were tried in brief
jaunts to the round fullness of a small portion of her labia majora to
make sure she wasn't horrified, and Mary's reaction was to whimper,
gasp, and then giggle.

"Tee-hee!  You're licking my peepee hole, Mister Bart!"

I withdrew, looked up her naked form, smiled, and then whispered with my
lips touching and tickling her vulva.

"Do you want me to stop, or would you like for me to make more boo-boos
go away, Kitten?"

For a moment I could discern an awareness on her part of impropriety
between an adult man and a near infant, but her reluctance to allow me
to continue was overcome by her intense need for pleasure.

"It feels good ... so ... do it more."

My tongue came out, I wiggled it in a slow manner up and down the length
of her tight cleft between her anus and vagina, and I knew I'd begun to
develop our private and illegal friendship in the correct manner.  With
each longer lick and kiss I kept getting closer and closer until I was
able to tease at her vaginal opening.

"Tee-hee!"

When Mary giggled rather than push my face away I knew she liked what I
was doing, so I went further up and rolled her clitoris around twice.
The moment I felt her twitch I headed back south so I wouldn't leave
Mary with the impression that I was going to do anything more than offer
her some relief for her 'owie.'

I could have spent the next 24 hours having oral sex with such a darling
and permissive preschooler, but Beth might say something, even after she
told me she wouldn't ask any questions.  My tongue came away from Mary's
most intimate places, I smiled up into her face, she looked down at me
with a quivering grin and half-closed eyes, and then whispered.

"Are you gonna do that a whole bunch so my owies can go away for a long
time, Mister Bart?"

"If you want me to, Angel.  But we're gonna need to play in the tub for
a little while, or your mommy is gonna get mad."

"Awwwww.  We can play some other time, can't we, Mister Bart?"

"Actually, if we finish taking a bath we can go play in my room any way
you like after we have some breakfast."

"Are you gonna make more of my owies go away like this when we go play
in your room?"

"If you want me to ... sure."

"Okay ... I guess we can finish playing with the bubbles, and then we
can go play in your room."

She might have hinted she was okay with my stopping, but she proved her
need for yet more licks.

"Mister Bart?"

"Uh huh?"

"Can you give me a little bit more licks, please?  I wanna feel good for
a tiny minute."

A tiny minute, huh?  That could take me all day.

"Okay, Sugar."

This time I leaned forward and placed my lips directly onto her vulva,
her silken baby flesh so soft I could have remained between her thighs
for the rest of my life.  When she gripped my head with both of her
small hands I knew she liked what I was doing.

Her whimpers, mewls, and an occasional grunt filled me with tremendous
pride and lust, and I knew my petite playmate was going to insist I give
her this sort of pleasure every time she came to my place.  I was
looking forward to it.

I wanted to keep wiggling my tongue into her tight preschool vaginal
opening to prepare her for an adventure that would forever bond us or
put me in jail, but there was another tender place that needed lots of
attention.  I knew just the guy to provide it.

The second time I rolled her clitoris around Mary didn't flinch.  She
actually pulled my head tighter to her body and my mouth more firmly
into her labia majora when her body jerked at the sensation of carnal
pleasure of the most illicit kind.  Of course, my next foray into her
contentment and sexual rapture was much slower, more tender, and applied
with just the tip of my tongue rather than hard and wide.

Mary was going to be my perfect little playmate, because it was obvious
I wasn't licking hard enough when I made a series of circles around her
aching little pleasure button.

"Not so soft!  Do it hard!"

My hands went around her thighs, I pulled her pussy tight to my mouth, I
took a quick breath into my nose, and I settled in for at least a minute
of bliss with a naked preschool girl.

Mary was a natural.  She seemed just as eager to be pleased as I was to
pleasure her.

" tee-hee-hee "

It was only a stifled giggle that convinced me I'd done enough, at least
for the moment.

Rather than spend too long getting her ready for something her mom and
dad preferred she not know until she was married I removed my mouth and
smiled at Mary while caressing her vulva with at least one set of hungry
digits.

"Is that better now, Kitten?"

" yeah "

She was pulled tight to my face, lifted off the molded seat, I turned
around, and her fanny was placed onto my lap so we could visit for a
minute while she was hugging me.  It was only after Mary brushed some of
the bubbles off my chest so she could lean forward that she saw the long
pink scar along the entire length of my chest.

"Mister Bart!!!  You got a *big* owie!"

I looked down to my chest, wiped the rest of the foam away, ran a single
digit along the roughened pink ridge that bisected my body, and tried to
look at my scar the way Mary might.  With a series of dots along each
side like empty button holes, or perhaps the tips of support beams for a
monorail from near my neck to my tummy, I did my best to come up with
how to explain my surgery to a child who was already afraid of doctors.
Mary began to speak and study my scar before I had a chance to offer any
sort of clarification.

"Can I touch it, Mister Bart?"

"Sure, Kitten.  You come sit on my lap a lot closer and touch my owie,
and I'll give your bummy some nice rubs at the same time."

Mary shifted forward, her butt squeaked on the smooth clean plastic
between my splayed knees, I brought my legs together, she climbed up
onto my thighs, wrapped me up in her short arms, and I leaned back so
she could sit on my lap and examine my scar with as much enthusiasm as I
did her pussy.

For the next few minutes Mary studied the long straight pink ridge of
skin down my body, the bumps or indentations that defined where the
sutures held me together while I was healing, and ran both sets of
fingers over my chest to become familiar with every feature.  It was
only after she shifted a little bit closer that she looked down between
our bodies and then up into my face.

"Is that your peepee touching my peepee, Mister Bart?"

Well ... I'd warned Beth that Mary would notice eventually, and just as
sure as the sun coming up, and cops anxious to put yet another pedophile
into prison, I knew she'd ask me about my penis.

"Do you know what one of those things is, Kitten?"

"Uh huh!  My daddy has one, and he rubs it all the time to make the
owies go away and the good feelings come.  He even lets me touch it, and
it gets all hard and soft at the same time."

"Did your daddy do anything with his peepee when you were looking at it
or touching it, Angel?"

"No.  He just rubbed it and let me touch it as much as I wanted to."

"Do you get to touch it a lot, Kitten?"

She looked down and had an expression of disappointment on her face.

"No ... I think Daddy doesn't want me to play with it none."

"How come?"

"Cuz my other babysitter, the girl from school ... she said only big
girls were supposed to play with my Daddy's peepee."

"Oh ... I see.  Is she a big girl?"

"Uh huh, and she gets to play with Daddy's peepee as much as she wants."

"Really?"

So now I had dirt on Ken.  All I needed was to get some on Beth and I
could do just about anything to their little girl, as long as she liked
it, and wouldn't have to worry about their wanting to hunt me down.

"Uh huh!  And I think my babysitter has lots of owies on her peepee and
bummy too, cuz I saw Mommy giving her peepee lots of kisses like you
were giving me."

Well ... that pretty much confirmed that both Beth and Ken lived more
than a clothing liberated lifestyle.  Apparently they enjoyed younger
junior high or high school girls.

"Does your mommy give your babysitter lots of kisses on her owie all by
herself, or does your daddy give her kisses with your mommy?"

"Daddy doesn't give my babysitter kisses on her peepee, Mister Bart."

"Oh!  My mistake."

"No!  Daddy likes to make her feel better by giving her some special
medicine."

"Your daddy gives your babysitter some special medicine?"

"Uh huh."

"How does he do that, Kitten?"

"Daddy rubs his peepee inside her peepee a whole bunch while Mommy gives
her lots of kisses all over the place, even on her boobies.  After a
long time Daddy gives her the special medicine inside her peepee, and
then Mommy kisses her peepee to make sure the special medicine does a
good job."

"Wow!  Does your babysitter like to get that special medicine a tiny bit
or lots of times?"

"A whole bunch ... but she said I wasn't a big girl yet, so I wasn't
supposed to get that special medicine inside my peepee like she does."

"Really?  How does she know that?"

"After she pushed her finger inside my peepee one time she said I was
just a little girl and too small.  I don't like her no more, cuz she
said I was just a baby."

"That was mean, Kitten.  You're not a baby ... you're getting to be a
big girl."

"Really, Mister Bart?"

"Uh huh!"

"Then ... can I get some special medicine?"

"I'll have to check, Angel.  Let me see."

"Kay."

She rose to her feet, splayed her knees, and watched me slip my clean
right index finger along the cleft of her pudendum.  After some tickles
and lots of exploration I was able to work my finger quite a bit further
inside her infant pussy than I expected, and I knew damned good and well
that a man's cock, even a small one, would never be able to fit inside
her vagina.

Rather than only tease at her vaginal opening my thumb came up and
rolled her clitoris around again in the hopes that she'd feel that nice
tingle long enough to afford me time to stretch her out a little.  All
she could do was stare at me with half-closed eyes, a half open mouth,
and her body twitching as if she might have a preschool orgasm before
too long.

With half of my right middle finger inside her tight grip, and her body
trembling enough to make it look as if I might be scaring her, I removed
my digit, kept strumming her clitoris, and tickled at her tight nether
opening rather than work it open.  Mary opened her eyes, seemed to be a
little embarrassed, and after she gathered her courage whispered.

"I'm still just a little girl, right Mister Bart."

"Well ... maybe for a little bit longer, but you're getting to be a big
girl really fast.  Pretty soon if you find a really nice boyfriend when
you're older, and you fall in love with him, you'll want him to give you
some special medicine like your Daddy gives your babysitter."

For her to pout and lean toward me proved she wanted to be old enough
right then, but I knew better than to have sex with such a little girl.
If she was a plump third, fourth, or fifth grader I wouldn't be nearly
as reluctant to teach her everything she needed to know, and to train
her to be appreciative of an older man's love.  But until she was big
enough to handle something as large as an adult penis I wouldn't push
anything larger than part of my middle finger, or my tongue, into her
tight and innocent little coochie.

There was one thing I suspected she might be able to tolerate, however,
and with some recent back-door examinations I knew she could relax her
tight pucker enough for me to have a little of my own fun while giving
her the first thrill of her young life.

But Mary's future was in my hands, and I needed to convince her that
little girls should only have sex with older men who could take care of
them before and after she developed into a sexual being.

"But the thing you gotta remember, Kitten, is that only certain guys
should do this kind of special stuff with such a precious little Kitten
like you, so you gotta be careful."

"Ruh ... really, Mister Bart?"

If I wasn't careful the child might grow despondent about not being old
enough to enjoy what her babysitter was with Mary's Daddy, because my
playmate was almost ready to pour on the tears.

"Uh huh!  Your boyfriend has to prove that he loves you, and wants to
take care of you, and be gentle and not mean to you, and make sure you
feel good all the time, not just when he wants to give you good feelings
like the ones I've been giving you."

"Mister Bart?"

"Yes?"

"Did you know I love you?"

"No ... I didn't."

"Can I be your girlfriend?"

"I think I'd like that very much, Kitten."

"Mister Bart?"

"Uh huh?"

"Are you gonna be my boyfriend?"

"Yes I am, Kitten.  I'm going to be your boyfriend, and I'm gonna
protect you, and make sure nobody is mean to you, or hurts you, or gives
you any owies, or does bad stuff to make you cry."

"Even the doctor guy?  He hurts my poopie hole when he sticks his finger
inside me, but you don't."

"Well ... your Mommy sometimes has to take you to the doctor guy if
your bummy and poopie hole are hurting, Kitten."

"But ... you make my poopie hole feel good, Mister Bart.  Can you rub
it and lick it some more in a little while so I don't gotta go to the
doctor guy, please?  Pretty please?"

"I'll rub it and kiss it and lick it as much as you want me to, Angel.
I can even put a little bit of medicine in your poopie hole so it won't
hurt the next time you gotta go potty."

"Some medicine ... in my poopie hole?  You mean ... like when my Daddy
puts medicine in my baby sitter?"

"Maybe, but I need to make sure your poopie hole is big enough for me to
put a whole bunch of my special medicine in it."

"Is it gonna hurt, Mister Bart?"

That's when the reality of what I was considering forced me to switch
gears and change the kind of medical treatments I'd be providing.

"No, Sugar.  This medicine will feel good."

"Feel good?"

"Uh huh."

"Mister Bart?"

"Uh huh?"

"Since you're gonna be my boyfriend, and protect me, and make my poopie
hole feel good, can I stay here with you?"

"You can stay here with me as much as your Mommy says, Kitten.  She even
said you can spend the night tonight for a sleep-over, remember?"

Mary's face immediately blossomed into an intense grin, even with a tear
filling one eye.

"Yeah!  I get to have a sleep-over with you, Mister Bart!"

"That's right!"

"Mister Bart?"

"Yes?"

"When I gotta go poopie ... in a little while ... are you gonna put
that medicine inside my poopie hole so it don't hurt?"

"Uh huh, I sure will.  When I talk to your Mommy in a little while I'll
tell her how I'm gonna help you, and "

I wasn't even able to finish my sentence before Mary interrupted me.

"NO, Mister Bart!  Don't tell my Mommy!"

"Why not, Kitten?"

"Be-cuz she'll make me go to the doctor guy, and I don't like it when he
puts his finger in my poopie hole.  I only want *you* to put your finger
inside my poopie hole."

Just as she had before Mary began to pour on the tears, as if that would
prevent her from having to deal with a rather painful medical procedure
to lubricate and then soothe her tortured fanny.

I pulled the naked child to my chest, caressed her back and butt, tried
my best to allay her anguish with lots of rubs and touches, and finally
got her to stop crying long enough to suggest we make the bath water
warm enough to play in for another few minutes.

"How about if we played in the bubbles for a little while, Sugar?  We
don't need to talk about anything that scares you."

" kay "

The moment she drew far enough away from my chest to see my scar again
Mary looked into my eyes with what I could only describe as intimidation
or nervousness.

"What, Kitten?"

"Can I touch your owie first and ... "

"And what, Sugar?"

"Can I help it not feel bad?"

"How would you like to do that, Angel?"

"Can I kiss your owie like you kissed mine?"

"Sure, Sweetie.  Let me heat the water up a little bit first, and then
you can touch it and kiss it as much as you want to."

" kay "

I reached around her body, turned the water on, felt it get warm enough
to keep us comfortable for a while, and after swishing the tub around so
the rest of it felt better the water was turned off.

The moment I leaned back Mary looked into my eyes and seemed reluctant
to do anything.  I knew why, so I smiled, nodded, and then whispered.

"It's okay, Kitten.  You can touch my owie."

Mary seemed just as fascinated with my long pink scar as I was with her
narrow vulvar cleft.

Her right digits traced a series of lines along the entire length where
my cardiologist had cleaved me open, she seemed hypnotized by the ridged
and roughened feel of my flesh, and she was lost to things that I could
only begin to imagine.  It was only when she leaned forward and placed a
single kiss onto my sternum that I trembled like she had when I rolled
her clitoris around the first time.

Mary jumped when she felt me twitch, she leaned back a little bit,
looked up into my eyes with an expression that hinted at a puppy who'd
just peed on the carpet, and froze.

The best way to calm her mind about how I'd reacted was to put it into
terms she'd understand.

"It's okay, Angel.  It just felt really good when you kissed me that
first time.  I won't be scared no more."

Mary smiled, rubbed my scar once more, and then leaned forward to apply
her second of what I hoped would be thousands of kisses onto my body.
It didn't matter where her lips landed, because the notion of a little
girl wanting to kiss me was thrilling enough.  For her to be naked, for
me to be naked, and for my lips to have already been tucked between her
thighs in back, and front, added to a sense of misadventure like none
other in my life.

Mary kissed my chest, rubbed my scar up and down, and seemed to have no
fear of what she was doing, who she was doing it with, and the fact that
neither of us were wearing a stitch of clothing.  If she got too close
to the bubbles below my belly button she'd either be horrified, or she
might want to take on some hobbies that her other babysitter was anxious
to take on with Ken and Beth.

The longer she applied little pecks onto my chest, and the lower she
got, the harder it was for her to finish what she started.  About three
inches below where she'd started she pulled her face away, looked up
into my eyes, and illustrated just how determined she was.

"You got too much bubbles on your tummy, Mister Bart.  I can't kiss your
owie and make you feel good, cuz I don't wanna get no bubbles in my
mouth."

"Oh!  What would you like for me to do?"

"Can you do the sprinkler thing and make the bubbles get off your owie
so I can kiss it some more?"

"Sure, Kitten."

"And ... "

"And what, Sweetie?"

"Can you get up so I don't gotta get down really far?  I'm scared of
falling in the water and get bubbles in my eyes."

"I can do that, Angel, but you'll have to help me with the sprinkler
thing a little bit.  Will you promise not to spray anything but me?"

"Uh huh!"

"Okay."

I reached around Mary, claimed the spray nozzle, turned the water on,
adjusted it, and then leaned back.  The moment I positioned the plastic
head in front of Mary her eyes were wide, her smile nearly tore her face
open, and she seemed happier about the sprayer than kissing my chest.

I'd learned to keep spray wands, water pistols, and garden hoses out of
a little girl's hands when they wanted to play and we were indoors, but
under the current circumstances I could get out a few more towels if
Mary got the floor wet.  But the more intimidating aspect of what I was
about to allow was how Mary would react when she saw my penis.

We'd already grown together in a very short time, and I was anxious to
see how it might feel for her to be eager enough to touch or play with
my cock, so I shifted her backward and rose to my knees.  There was no
need for me to stand, because Mary wouldn't be able to reach my scar if
I was that tall, and I could always wait for her to ask me to rise any
higher than was necessary to accomplish her task.

Rather than seem intimidated Mary appeared to be thrilled.  It was most
likely the first time she'd been allowed to control a shower wand, so I
didn't make too many assumptions about my kneeling in front of her
naked.  The bubbles were just high enough for my cock to clear the water
by about six inches after I was on my knees, so the moment she rinsed me
off she'd get an eyeful.

Just as I'd suspected Mary was having more fun spraying my body and
washing the bubbles away than the first appearance of my throbbing and
half-hard cock.  To be honest it was a bit firmer than when I spent a
few minutes masturbating in front of the commode, and if I was lucky I
might have even better fantasies to relive the next time I provided for
my own personal pleasure.

The moment all of the foam had been rinsed away from my body Mary looked
up into my face again, but this time she had a devilish grin plastered
all over her countenance.

"What's so funny, Angel?"

"Tee-hee!  I like spraying you with your sprinkler thing, Mister Bart."

"You do?  Should I put more bubbles on so you can spray me some more?"

"YEAH!"

"Okay ... stay there and point the sprayer to the side."

"Kay."

Mary directed the business end of the device toward the wall, watched me
carefully, and didn't move when I sat down and leaned toward her.  I was
able to push my face right into her tummy while I immersed my chest in
the masses of bubbles between us, and Mary must have thought it was yet
another game I wanted to play.  What she didn't seem troubled by was my
need to hold onto her petite body and try to caress her fanny with the
tips of my fingers while I strummed her vulva with the ends of my
thumbs.  Touching her had become so easy and relaxed that I knew I'd be
fondling her the entire time she was naked and inside my house.

Her body was released, I rose to my knees, and winked at Mary.

"Tee-hee!  This is fun, Mister Bart."

"You like to play games with me, Kitten?"

"Uh huh!  It's even better than when Mommy said we could play today."

"I'm glad.  Go ahead and rinse me off so you can kiss my owies."

"Kay."

Just as she did before Mary rinsed me from my collarbones to my thighs,
but the second time she noticed my cock.  Her eyes shot up, she kept the
water directed at my dick, and the heightened sensitivity was getting
too much for me if she didn't relocate that normally innocent sensation.

"What, Angel?"

"That's your peepee, Mister Bart."

"Uh huh ... just like this is your peepee."

I twisted the water wand just enough to wash the bubbles away from her
body, and the moment I could see her pudendum I released the device and
strummed her plump nether lips in front.

"We both have peepees, Kitten, even if they look different."

"Tee-hee!  I know that!"

"But since we're gonna be boyfriend and girlfriend we can't talk about
what we see or do with each other's peepees to nobody, Angel.  That's
one of the rules about being a boyfriend and girlfriend."

Her expression changed to one that exemplified a sense of fear, and her
tone dropped to one of seriousness.

"My Mommy said I was-en supposed to show nobody else my peepee, or talk
about peepees or stuff like that, Mister Bart."

"That's right, Angel."

Confirming her statement might backfire, because she was showing me her
pussy, and I was one of those 'other' people her mother must have talked
about to the little girl.  But in order to keep her safe, make her
happy, and be certain she didn't think I was trying to manipulate or
scare her I needed to at least illustrate a need to protect her privacy.

Mary then said something that I never expected a preschooler had the
capacity to understand.

"But you're my boyfriend, and I'm your girlfriend, so we can play lots
of games, and take bubble baths together, and look at each other's
peepees as much as all day, right Mister Bart?"

"If you want to, Angel, but if you ever feel scared, or even a tiny bit
like you don't want to, then you need to tell me so I can help you put
your panties on.  I don't want you to feel like you have to do things
that you don't like."

"But I don't wanna wear my panties, Mister Bart!  I like to do fun stuff
with you all nekked, and you aren't making me scared or nothing."

"Then ... as long as you're not scared, and you want to, then you can
look at me or touch me as much as you feel like it."

"I can touch your peepee?"

"Uh huh."

"And you won't get mad, Mister Bart?"

"Of course not, Kitten!  You let me touch your peepee, and your poopie
hole, right?"

"Tee-hee.  Yeah ... I forgot."

"And I'm gonna help you go poopie in a little while so it doesn't hurt,
right?"

"Uh huh!"

"So ... you can touch my owies or anything else as much as you want
to."

It was cruel to lead her on and get her to admit she wanted to touch me
in other more intimate places, but Mary wasn't just some preschool baby
any longer, but a growing, eager, and curious little sexual neophyte who
was just as hungry for carnal knowledge as any teen boy or girl.  If she
was intelligent enough she'd read between the lines and confirm what I
suspected was rattling around inside her head.

It didn't take very long.

"And I can touch your peepee if you let me, right Mister Bart?"

"That's right, but what did I say boyfriends and girlfriends did?"

She stood there for a minute with the water spraying one of my thighs,
and after it hit her she smiled, bounced up and down for a moment, and
appeared extremely happy she remembered.

"Since you're my boyfriend, and I'm your girlfriend, we can't tell
nobody about the fun stuff we do in the bathtub ... or any of our other
games, right Mister Bart?"

"That's excellent, Angel!  You're a very smart and bright big girl."

Mary seemed genuinely proud of our secret, but more for her ability to
recall the details of a pact that her mother and father would have
preferred I not try to make with such an impressionable child.

A moment later Mary looked at my cock, up into my eyes, and then swayed
back and forth as if she was thinking of something provocative.  Little
girls looked so precious when they had a secret they needed to share,
and I couldn't help but fall right into her trap.

"What, Kitten?  What do you wanna ask me?"

"Can you get more bubbles so I can make them go away?"

"Sure, Angel."

Just as before I leaned toward her, but this time I tucked my right hand
around her left hip, wiggled a few fingertips between her legs close to
her fanny, strummed her pudendum with the back of my left fingers, and
placed little kisses and a few licks on her left nipple.

"Tee-hee!  Tickles!"

After a few seconds I made sure my chest was profuse with bubbles, rose
to my knees, and winked at Mary.

"Tee-hee."

Using the wand my young playmate went straight for my cock and left a
large mound of froth all over my chest a couple of feet above.  The
longer she kept the dozens of streams spraying onto my cock the more I
felt a strong need to thrust my ass backward and hunch forward to
protect my dick, but that wouldn't be fair to my young sex student.  It
was hard to keep my composure with the sensation of tiny jets of water
caressing my penis, but I was bound and determined to let Mary have her
fun.  After all, she let me have mine.

Thankfully she realized the foam streaming down my body needed to be
washed free, and after she glanced into my eyes with an expression of
embarrassment at being caught with her small hand just outside the
cookie jar she rinsed the rest of my body.  I actually let out a low
grunt when the feeling of intense pressure on my dick was absent, and I
think my young bathing partner noticed.

The amount of water was getting a bit higher than might be wise if we
were going to be playing in an animated manner, so it was time to prove
to her that mommies and daddies weren't the only people to suggest lots
of fun had to be cut short.

"I think you need to turn the water thing off, Angel.  If you keep
adding more we're gonna spill lots of bubbles and water out of the tub."

To my amazement Mary didn't complain or even whimper.

"Kay."

She turned around, pushed the water control knob in, and then hung the
spray nozzle back on its cradle.  The instant she turned around Mary
looked into my eyes, down to my cock, and back up to my eyes.  It was
imperative she develop the courage to ask what was inside her head, and
even if we remained on our knees for a couple of minutes I wasn't going
to coax her into asking to touch me again.

Mary knee-walked closer, put her small hands on my waist, and then began
to apply little kisses to the scar on my chest.  It didn't take her long
before she'd reached the bottom edge, and with an intimidated glance up
into my eyes once more she blushed a deep vermilion as her small right
hand dropped from my hip.  Her petite digits touched my penis as if she
was afraid to hurt a kitten or baby rabbit, but it didn't take her very
long to grow brave enough to wrap as much of her small fingers around my
increasingly firm tool as she could.

No sensation I'd ever experienced could compare to the feel of a
preschool little girl's fingers being wrapped part-way around my penis,
and I think I was more terrified and excited than Mary was.  I wanted so
badly to encourage her out of the tub and onto my king sized bed so we
could share in our private explorations, but I needed to let her learn
at her pace and explore her new adventures in a way that wouldn't
frighten or intimidate her.

By the time I heard her tummy grumble, most likely because she was as
hungry as I was before she arrived, her fingers were wrapped around my
glans, she was fascinated by the flare of my cock, and seemed mystified
at the various textures.  All she needed to do was use her other hand,
shift her appendages back and forth along my cock a few times, and I'd
provide a little medicine to the mixture of water and suds.

What Mary said next nearly gave me that heart attack my doctor warned me
I might never recover from.

"I like the way your peepee feels, Mister Bart."

"You do?"

"Uh huh."

She kept looking at her new toy, touching it with innocent amazement,
and then asked me something that added to a wealth of fantasies that I'd
have for the rest of my life.

"Does your peepee tingle lots when I touch it ... like when you touch
my peepee, Mister Bart?"

"Uh huh.  It tingles a whole bunch, Kitten.  Does your peepee tingle a
whole bunch when I touch it, Angel?"

"Uh huh.  It tingles even a whole lot more when you give me licks, like
when you were making my poopie hole feel good with kisses."

"Really?"

"Uh huh."

"Then ... when you want me to give you some more nice tingles you're
gonna have to ask me, right Kitten?"

"Can you give me lots of tingles, Mister Bart?"

"I sure can, Angel ... as many as you want."

Mary kept exploring my cock with incredibly light touches and staring at
it as if she'd never seen a man's organ before.  I wanted so badly to
ask if she saw her father's dick nearly as much as Beth had hinted, and
as Mary had claimed when she was talking about her babysitter and her
father having a little fun of their own.  But what my naked playmate
asked me next proved I wasn't prepared for anything.

"Mister Bart?"

"Yes, Sugar?"

"Does ... does your peepee have owies sometimes ... like my poopie
hole and peepee?"

"Yeah ... sometimes."

"Does it need kisses to help it not have owies?"

In spite of my intelligence, the number of years in jail I'd be serving
when her parents and the police found out, and a growing sense of guilt
for having taken away a preschoolers innocence, I wasn't about to miss
out on something as erotic as a little girl's mouth on or around my
aching, throbbing, and lonely cock.

"Yes it does, Angel.  Sometimes it needs lots of kisses, but I don't
have a girlfriend to give me lots of kisses and make it feel good."

Her head snapped up, she stared into my gaze with an expression of
horror, and then uttered words that made me want to lift the child into
my arms so I could hug her for years.

"But ... I'm your girlfriend now, Mister Bart!"

"Yeah ... I know, Kitten.  You really are my girlfriend, aren't you?"

"Uh huh ... and I can help make the owies go away with lots of kisses
if you want me to, Mister Bart."

"Would you like to do that, Sweetie?  You don't have to if you aren't
comfortable doing that, or if you're even a tiny bit scared."

"I ain't scared, Mister Bart!  I'm a big girl, and I'm you're girlfriend
too, remember?"

"Uh huh.  I remember."

"And since I'm your girlfriend, and I wanna help your peepee to not have
owies, like when you gave me lots of kisses and licks on my peepee and
made me feel good.  After that we need to make the owies go away for
each other like a whole bunch in your bedroom like Mommy does with my
other babysitter."

I liked the idea of lying down on my huge king size bed with a naked
three year old sharing hours of oral pleasure.

"That's right, Angel.  Did you ever see somebody made your Daddy's owies
go away like that?"

Her face blossomed into a bright red glow, she kept looking at and
touching my cock, and only waited a few seconds before answering.

"Uh huh."

"Did your Daddy like it?"

"Uh huh.  He likes it a lot."

"And who does that for your Daddy ... your Mommy?"

"Uh huh ... sometimes."

"Who else?"

"My other babysitter ... that I don't like.  She does it a super bunch,
like just before my Daddy gives her lots of medicine inside her peepee."

"Wow.  Your other babysitter must really want to make your Daddy feel
good, huh?"

"Uh huh.  My Daddy makes lots of happy noises when she does that."

"So he likes it a whole bunch, huh?"

"Uh huh."

"Does she just give his peepee lots of kisses, or does she do something
else to make your Daddy have the good feelings?"

"She does some special stuff that makes my Daddy say lots of naughty
words and makes him feel super good."

"What does she do?"

Mary hesitated, but she never stopped exploring my manhood.  When she
spoke next I could tell she was already considering affording me the
same sort of pleasure as her father got from her former babysitter.

"She ... she likes to lick it like a popsicle, and then ... she likes
to suck on it a whole bunch."

"She sucks on his peepee?  Wow!  She must really like your Daddy.  I
wish I had a girlfriend who wanted to make me feel good like that, but I
don't wanna scare my for-real girlfriend, 'cause she's still a tiny bit
young like a little girl."

"But I'm a *big* girl, Mister Bart!"

"You are?"

"Uh huh!"

She hesitated for a moment while staring into my eyes, and when she was
able to draw her courage up she looked down at where her fingers were
touching my penis and whispered.

"Can I see if you like it a whole bunch too, Mister Bart?"

"Well ... "

"Please, Mister Bart?  I wanna see if you like it a super bunch too."

"Alright ... but I think you better wash my peepee with some real soap
first.  I need to be all nice and clean like your poopie hole and peepee
just before I gave you lots of kisses and licks."

"You'll let me wash it, Mister Bart?"

"Of course, Angel!  We're giving each other a bath, remember?"

"Tee-hee.  Yeah ... I forgot."

I could only hope she 'forgot' to mention to anyone until after I was
dead that I'd talked her into letting me fondle, kiss, lick, and finger
her tight little twat, and she'd touched and then kissed my dick.  If I
got to do any more with the child she'd certainly remember me for the
rest of her life, and I was hoping for the right reasons and with love
in her heart.

The baby soap was again collected, a little golden goo dribbled onto her
small hands, Mary giggled, and then looked up into my eyes with a broad
smile on her face as if she was enjoying her first adult activity.

A moment after the baby soap bottle was placed along the edge of the tub
near the faucet Mary extended both hands, gently encircled my penis, and
then laved my tool as if the least amount of pressure might cause me
pain or discomfort.  If she touched me any softer around the tip I might
blow a load into her small appendages, so I needed to move her further
up my dick and away from my glans.

"You need to wash all of my peepee, Kitten, not just the end part."

"Tee-hee!  I never done this before, Mister Bart."

"It's okay, Angel.  Take your time, and do more of my peepee when you
feel like you're a big girl."

Reverse psychology seemed to work much better on Mary than I suspected
it might, because a moment later her small fingers were wrapped around
my cock and going up and down.  If I didn't know any better she was
trying to masturbate me to orgasm.

Thankfully Mary was more eager to move on than I was anxious to scare
her with two hands full of sperm.

"Is that enough, Mister Bart?"

"I think so."

"Then ... can I use the sprinkler thing to get all the bubbles off?"

"Sure, Kitten ... but be sure to go fast, or I'll need to let a little
bit of the water out and then all the bubbles will go away."

"Do you gotta let the bubbles go away already, Mister Bart?"

"Well ... not really, but if you use a lot more water it might get too
high, and then some might splash on the floor.  What happens when you
splash water on the floor at home?"

Mary looked down, but she didn't let go of my cock.

"My Mommy gets mad, and sometimes she spanks my butt."

"I'm sorry she does that, Angel.  I won't ever spank your butt, because
I know how much that hurts.  But we need to be careful so we don't get
any water outside the tub, okay?"

"I'll just get the bubbles off really quick, okay?"

"Sure, Kitten.  Go ahead."

Mary was going to be able to talk me into anything.

She turned around, claimed the sprayer, turned the water on, but must
not have realized which direction the knob needed to go.

The next thing I felt was an intense blast of ice cold water all over my
cock, and I couldn't help but reel backward and grunt in pain.  Mary
must have believed I liked it, because she giggled and finished what she
was doing before she looked up into my eyes.

"Tee-hee!"

A moment later, after all of the soap had been rinsed free, and with my
cock withered into a pitiful little nub, Mary turned again, shut the
water off, put the sprayer away, and turned to see something that was a
lot less impressive.

"What happened, Mister Bart?  How come it got all small?"

I had to think of something quick, but I couldn't leave my young naked
playmate feeling guilty about ruining a wonderful erection or she might
not want to play any longer.

"Well ... unless my peepee gets lots of touches, and kisses, and licks,
and then ... special sucks from my real girlfriend, then it gets
small."

"Oh!"

She squat down, shifted closer, took my cock into her right hand, tilted
it up a little bit, and then lowered her face to it.  A moment later I
watched a preschooler kiss the end of my penis.

Apparently my young lover and sex student was testing for either taste
or my reaction, because she leaned back a little bit, looked up into my
eyes with what I could only describe as doubt, and seemed eager to know
what I thought of her first attempt.

I smiled, caressed her left shoulder, and whispered my approval.

"That was very nice, Kitten.  You can do it more if you want to, but
only if you're not scared, okay?"

"I'm not scared, Mister Bart."

"You're not ... really?"

"Well ... not like a whole bunch."

"If you're even a tiny bit scared, Angel, then you shouldn't do that any
more.  I don't want you to feel like you have to make me feel good or
make my owies go away if you're afraid.  I wasn't afraid to clean your
poopie hole and give it kisses so the owies can go away, but that's
because I'm a big guy.  If you're a little bit scared of doing special
things like this with your new boyfriend, then we can just play with the
toys and the bubbles."

I wasn't trying to be cruel, but I needed to be sure Mary knew she could
always say 'no' or play some other fun games.

"I'm not scared no more, Mister Bart!  I was just testing to see if I
cleaned your peepee really good."

"Oh!  Well, that makes sense.  I tested to see if I cleaned your poopie
hole and peepee that first time, didn't I?"

"Uh huh!"

"Then ... you can test again if you need to, Kitten."

"Kay."

With much more confidence the second time Mary leaned forward, tugged on
my cock, and placed a longer kiss against the softened end of my penis.
Rather than back away, as she did the first time, she tried to squat
down further, but with the added water, and the profuse foam under her
chin, she wasn't comfortable.

"What's wrong, Kitten?"

"Please don't get mad at me, Mister Bart."

"I won't get mad, Angel.  What's wrong?"

She hesitated for a moment and then answered.

"I got too much water in the tub, and now the bubbles are too high."

"Oh!  Do you want me to stand up then?"

"YEAH!"

A moment later, and with a little water splashed about, I rose to a
standing position.  At that height Mary had to rise to her knees, and
then to her feet.  With just a little forward bend she was at the
perfect height to service me, so I watched, waited, and felt my heart
pounding inside my chest.  My doctor would have been proud of how
quickly I'd decided to get a little exercise and be around other people
so my heart rate could go up and I'd climb out of the hole I'd dug for
myself.

The third time Mary drew her lips to my penis she must have been eager
to prove her worth to me, because after a few kisses, some tugs, and a
little rubbing, she shivered and then wrapped her tiny crimson lips
around the end of my penis.

The sensation was beyond magical.  I could almost see stars when I felt
her tongue tickling at the end of my dick and her lips were hugging
along the inside flare of my cock.  That moment seemed to last for an
eternity, until she pulled back and removed her mouth.  I was nearly
devastated, but I couldn't insist she do any more, or I would definitely
scare my young naked playmate.

But Mary was far more eager than I expected, because she tilted her face
up, smiled at me, and then uttered words that preschoolers weren't
supposed to know.

"That wasn't scary like I thought, Mister Bart.  I like kissing and
sucking on your peepee to help it feel good and make the owies go away."

"If you really like it you can do it as much as you want to, Kitten."

I might have wanted to go easy on her, but her admission proved she just
needed a bit more coaxing to provide for my pleasure.  She'd get another
round of her own contentment and rapture after we finished with our
bath, were dry, and finished eating breakfast.  I could almost feel my
stomach nibbling on my spine from being famished, but I could put it off
for a few more minutes with a naked angel's lips around my cock.

With no more anxiety, a lot more courage, and a broad smile on her lips,
Mary leaned forward again and wrapped her small mouth around the end of
my cock.  I couldn't help my need to touch her as well, but the only
portion of her body that I could reach from my full height were her tiny
erect nipples and baby-fat titties.  She didn't seem to mind what I
wanted to touch her, because with her lips engulfing the end of my penis
my young adventurer giggled with a mouthful.

"Mmm mmmm!"

The vibrations from her brief laughter were exquisite.

Mary must have needed for me to touch her, because once I began to
fondle and caress her petite but plump baby breasts she exhibited an
almost natural inclination to give oral sex.

Her confidence grew, she sucked a little more of my softened cock into
her mouth, and I felt that delicious tingle deep inside my body that
proved no amount of freezing water could keep my cock soft for very
long.  In spite of her tender age, and my lack of sexual prowess, Mary
was able to stir something in me that hadn't been active in a very long
time.  Had my doctor found out what sort of erectile dysfunction
treatment I was getting he'd either be mad ... or jealous.

Each movement and new sensation for her added to her awareness of how to
make me feel good.  It didn't take long before she had a very ample
portion of my penis inside her small mouth, and that's all my body could
take before the pitiful dimensions of my mature cock began to improve.
Mary noticed it right away, and before she gagged she withdrew her mouth
and then gripped my dick with both hands as she looked up and spoke.

"It's all big again!"

"Uh huh!  I told you it needs lots of touches, and kisses, and licks,
and sucks so it can get big and feel better."

"Does it feel good and make your owies go away when I suck on it, Mister
Bart?  I hope so, 'cuz I like to do that."

"Oh, yeah.  It really feels good, Kitten."

"Then ... can I do it some more?"

"Sure, Angel.  You go ahead and do it as much as you want, but just
remember that we need to wash ourselves, shampoo our hair, and then go
eat breakfast."

"Okay, but ... "

"But what, Sugar?"

"Can we do this some more after that?"

"Like I said, Angel ... we can play our games in my bedroom after all
that stuff."

"Kay!"

A moment later Mary fisted my cock as best she could with her petite
appendages and short fingers, wrapped her lips around my glans, and
proceeded to afford me a lifetime worth of wonderful sensations.

The movements of her mouth over my penis were clumsy, uncoordinated, and
amateurish, but I wouldn't have changed a thing she did for the next
five minutes.  Her antics were so good, in fact, that I felt a stirring
within my body that would send something deep inside her throat if I
didn't change her tempo or took her mind and mouth off my cock.

"Kitten?  Mary?"

"Mmmm hmmm?"

It sounded and felt so sexy for her to hum onto my dick.

"You need to stop for a little while, Angel."

The sound of her mouth coming off my penis was golden.

"How come, Mister Bart?"

"Because if you keep sucking my peepee so well I'm gonna give you some
special medicine ... that same kind that your Daddy gives your other
babysitter."

"You mean ... that white sticky stuff?"

"Uh huh.  That white sticky stuff."

"Oh.  Is it bad for little girls like she said?"

"No ... it isn't bad, but it might taste kinda strange the first few
times it went into your mouth."

"Like ... a bad taste?"

"No, not really a bad taste, but more like a very different one, kinda
like a new vegetable your Mommy wanted you to eat."

"Oh."

She kept gripping my cock and staring at it as she pondered what I'd
shared.  It took her a little while, but Mary eventually figured it all
out on her own and then shared her thoughts.

"Can I just kiss your peepee like this for a little while before you
give me that special medicine, Mister Bart?"

"Uh huh ... after we finish our bath, and get dry, and then go eat some
breakfast, then you can make my peepee feel all better as long as you
want."

"Reeee-leeee?  As long as I want?"

"As long as I can make your poopie hole and peepee feel good too,
Kitten."

"Kay!  I like it when you make my poopie hole and peepee feel super
good, Mister Bart!"

"Good.  I'm glad, 'cause I wanna make them feel good a whole bunch."

"Tee-hee!  This is fun, Mister Bart!"

"Yes, Angel ... it sure is."

"Mister Bart?"

"Uh huh?"

"Are you gonna give me a for-real bath now?"

"Uh huh, and then you can wash my hair too."

"Goodie!"

I didn't want to, but I almost had to pry her small appendages and
digits from around my cock, turn her around, and coax her to sit in
front of me so I could wash the rest of her body and shampoo her
shoulder-length hair.  I still got to fondle her as much as I wanted,
strum her titties, pudendum, vulva, and tight little pucker until Mary
was giggling in rapturous agony, and then I filled her hair with a full
lather that almost mimicked the abundant foam still left in the tub.

Mary got to shampoo my hair, wash my body, and even my cock and ass.
For a little girl my new young playmate was quite a bit more adult about
performing such intimate duties between my legs than I imagined, and the
feel of her short middle finger tickling as far into my ass as she could
get it afforded me a whole new series of fantasies to masturbate over.
It was only after she'd rinsed me free of soap that I knew to return the
favor to her.

"I forgot to wash your poopie hole again, Kitten.  Would you like me
to?"

"Sure!"

Mary splashed quite a bit more water over the edge of the tub than I'd
have preferred, but it was a small price to pay to finger a preschooler
in the ass as much as I wanted to.

This time when she presented her butt to me she actually bent further
forward over the edge of the tub than was necessary, and her chubby legs
came apart further than they'd been before, except for while she was on
the potty.  She also didn't turn around to see what I was going to do,
and the moment I applied a little bit of baby soap to her tight pucker
she giggled and relaxed her back door muscles.

"Tee-hee.  Tickles!"

Any notion of cleaning the child was quickly tossed aside for the
elegant feel of the tight grip of her tender fanny around my right
middle finger, and the way her hips quivered when I slipped my thumb
between her vulvar cleft.  I finger-fucked that little angel in a smooth
and rhythmic pattern for quite a while, and for her part Mary took to my
ministrations like a baby duck to water.

Playing with her pleasure button seemed to truly enhance the sensation
she was getting in her fanny, because each time I slowed down and drew
my finger far enough out to leave her with the impression I might quit
she grunted, pushed back, clamped her thighs around my thumb, and made
sure to tell me non-verbally that I was far from finished.

Her clitoris was incredibly sensitive, and she seemed just as eager for
me to strum it as I was to make her my private playmate.  I rolled that
tiny little bump around, tugged on it a few times, tickled it, and
massaged it over and over again until she grunted and whispered from the
outside of the tub.

"Muh ... Mister Bart?"

"Uh huh?"

"Can you make my peepee feel all better again?"

I loved that sort of question, and I was going to insist she express her
need in as clear a manner as she could.

"How, Kitten?  How do you want me to make it feel all better again?"

"Can you kiss my peepee and ... and lick it too?"

Rather than answer, and remembering how she was offended when I withdrew
my digit, I maintained a constant sawing motion inside her ass and over
her clitoris as I lifted her to vertical and turned her around to face
me.  With my middle finger teasing at her back door, and my thumb
shifted out of the way at the last second, I got her right leg up and
over my left shoulder high enough so I could bend forward and place my
mouth onto her vulva.

For the next few minutes Mary was whimpering, gripping my head with both
of her short arms and strong hands, and bucking her hips into my face as
if her body knew how to have intercourse.  There was no doubt in my mind
that her body had grown accustomed to my attention and affection, and if
I was lucky I'd be able to claim the ultimate prize in little girl
Heaven if she kept surrendering to each of my sexual antics.

My little naked playmate seemed lost to everything her body craved, and
before she realized it Mary was practically crying as she did her best
to climb onto my face.  The little girl was little more than a bundle of
overexcited sexual nerves when she squealed, went silent, her body went
rigid for a moment, and then began to buck in what I knew was her first
orgasm.  I couldn't have been prouder if I'd discovered a million dollar
gold mine under my house.

Moments after Mary surrendered to her first cum with me her body
relaxed, she melted down over my head, and I had to hold her up so she
didn't crumble into the water unconscious.  I got her situated on my
lap, hugged her tight to my body, and couldn't wipe her little-girl-cum
slick smile off my face.  I'd be sure to suck all of her viscous juices
down the next time she had a nice cum, because she'd be lying back on my
bed and dry when she had her next one.

It was only after a minute of holding her on my lap that I realized I
might miss an opportunity she might not offer me for a while.  With my
right middle finger teasing at her pucker, and a second digit able to
sneak in next to the first, I was able to confirm my unaware naked lover
could handle something as large as my cock.

She was turned around on my lap, I draped her over the edge of the tub,
and with a little bit of effort I was able to work the end of my cock
into the tight muscular grip of a preschoolers virgin ass.  What was
more surprising than my being able to have a little girl in my tub was
how far I was able to work my dick inside her body.  It was only after I
felt her plump fanny pushing into my hips that I had to look down to see
the most elegant view my mind could have created.

In a series of slow strokes, very much like the one's I'd used on her
with my right middle finger, I fucked my petite lover in the fanny for
the next few minutes.  That delicious tingle returned, and I was ready
to fill the tyke up, but something didn't feel right.  In spite of her
willingness to let me do anything I wished I was raping my naked little
playmate.

Rather than hearing her whimper and beg me to give her lots of good
tingles deep inside her butt I was taking what hadn't been offered, and
my deed wasn't appropriate.  I didn't want to, but I needed to withdraw
her invader, because I knew what I'd done wasn't right.

She was allowed to slump back into the water, I washed her pursed
opening with gentle ministrations, and after I'd removed as much
evidence of my misdeed as could be located I let her lie back and rest.
That was my cue to reach for some tissues next to the commode and finish
what I'd started with Mary's fanny using my right hand.

It was horribly lewd for me to masturbate in front of a preschooler and
stroke my cock less than a few feet from her face, even though she
wasn't able to see what I was doing, but the sensation of sexual relief
was unbelievable.  I'd be sure to repeat the deed again, and as often as
I could, because Mary wouldn't be harmed.

Since she'd already washed me as well as I could have asked I emptied
the tub and just sat back while more of Mary's body came into view.  She
might have been cold if I didn't protect my new toy, so I started the
water, set the temperature, and used the water wand to rinse her body
free of anything that didn't belong to her.  It felt better for her to
be clean and free of my wicked deed, but I knew she'd want to play again
in due time.

I dried myself before Mary began to stir, and once I was standing
outside the tub and ready for the next round of adventures I reached
down, collected my tired but happy little playmate, sat down naked on
the commode with her on my lap, and then dabbed her completely dry.
Even while I was removing all the water from her body I couldn't help
but strum her baby titties, her plump pudendum, and then tease her
thighs apart so I could tickle at her vaginal opening and anus.

By the time she began to stir her hair was almost dry, combed, and my
young visitor was nestled on my lap.  It probably wasn't necessary for
me to don a pair of undershorts, but I wasn't going to take the chance
that Mary might wake up and be afraid of our being naked together.

The moment her eyes came open and she turned to look into mine any
notion of her being afraid of me was dashed.  She smiled, lunged into my
chest, wrapped her arms as far around my neck as she could reach, and
then whimpered into my left ear.

"Mmmmmmmm!"

Everything in the world was right again, and my little girlfriend's back
door wasn't any worse for what I'd done to it.

"Do you feel okay, Kitten?"

"Mmm hmmm.  I feel good, Mister Bart."

"Good.  I'm glad."

She snuggled into my embrace, I caressed her fanny with one hand, and
placed a series of soft kisses onto her neck and left shoulder.

"Tee-hee!  Tickles!  I like the way you always tickle me, Mister Bart."

"I'm glad, Kitten, 'cause I like to give you lots of tickles."

"Mister Bart?"

"Uh huh?"

"I'm glad you gave me lots of good tingle feelings before.  They felt
really good."

"You liked those special tingle feelings, Kitten?"

"Uh huh!  Lots!"

"Well ... the next time you want more of those tingle feelings you be
sure and tell me, okay?"

"Mister Bart?"

"Yes?"

"After we eat some cereal can we ... will you give me some more tingles
like before right now?"

All I could do was hug her a little tighter, place a few more kisses
onto her cheek closer to her mouth, and hope she'd let me teach her
about labial and lingual exchanges.

"Okay, Kitten."

Rather than cereal I'd already decided on French toast, sausage, and
syrup.  I made some chocolate milk for Mary, and an espresso for me.

By the time breakfast was served Mary was sitting on my lap again, but
this time she was naked while she ate.  That just meant I was able to
caress her baby titties, plump pudendum, and silken chubby thighs
without impediment.  She was giggling half the time, and the other half
when she wasn't focused on what I'd prepared she was whimpering.  It
took a little longer for her to finish eating than before, but she
really looked much happier sitting without a stitch of clothing on than
the way she looked sitting on my lap at the restaurant.

The last dish was washed, dried, and then a happy little girl was
allowed to walk on my counter in the buff to put the plate away when I
heard my cell phone ringing in the bathroom.  My doctor had wanted me to
get some exercise, and I did my best to place Mary's naked feet to the
kitchen floor, make sure she was okay, and then run as fast as I could
back to the bathroom.  By the time I got there I was sure the caller
would hang up.  I didn't even take the time to see who wanted to talk to
me so early in the day.

"Hello?"

"Goodness!  What took you so long, Boyfriend?"

"Oh!  Hi, Beth.  I left my phone in the bathroom, and Mary and I were
putting the last plate away in the kitchen cupboard after eating
breakfast."

"Yeah ... likely story.  You two were probably in bed and rolling
around having some passionate monkey sex and just didn't want to stop.
That's why you're so out of breath, right Bart?"

"BETH!  Stop that!  If anyone heard you say that, or even assumed I was
sexing your little girl, my ass would be in jail faster than you could
say guilty as charged."

"My, my!  I must have hit pretty close to the mark to get that kind of
reaction.  You gonna come clean, or am I gonna have to have a long talk
with my little girl about all the lewd and kinky stuff you two have been
doing behind the privacy of your closed front door?"

It was almost as if Beth had been able to look through my phone and see
what I'd been doing to her daughter.  I nearly felt guilty enough for
what I'd done to 'come clean' as she suggested, but she began to speak
before I had a chance to build my courage up.

"I'm sorry, Bart.  I shouldn't have insinuated that you'd turn my little
girl into a nymphomaniac ... at least on your first date."

Keeping quiet seemed the perfect way to defuse the situation, because a
moment later Beth spoke again, this time in a more somber and hushed
tone.

"Okay, okay.  I'll stop making any assumptions about what a handsome
older man would want to do with an innocent and love-hungry three year
old little girl who wants to run around inside his house naked."

"Beth ... I ... "

"I'm sorry, Bart.  It's just been a wicked fantasy of mine to catch
someone like you teaching a little girl like my Mary all about the birds
and the bees.  I guess my past is ... "

Beth was making a bad habit of sharing things that she shouldn't, and I
was getting the idea, more frequently than she'd prefer, that my little
playmate's mother had enjoyed similar treatment when she was a child.

Rather than push Beth for more I remained silent.  It was the sound of a
little girl sneaking up on me from my master bedroom that stole away any
vestige of guilt, because Mary looked utterly innocent walking into my
bathroom doorway naked.

"Tee-hee-hee!"

My free hand went out and down, I smiled at my nude playmate, and
encouraged her to rush forward to hug me as I spoke to her Mommy.

"I can assure you, Beth ... I'd never want to hurt my little
girlfriend, even if I got the chance to ... to do lots of wicked things
to her."

For Mary to squeeze me harder as the last of my statement was made
filled me with a combination of guilt and ease.  Yes, I'd started to
fuck the little girl in the ass when she wasn't awake to either enjoy or
complain about it, but I knew better than to abuse what I'd only
recently come into possession of.

"I know, Bart.  I'm sorry for sounding like some lecherous old woman who
wants to live vicariously in her preschoolers excited exploits.  I guess
my mind is a bit more active than it should be when it comes to the kind
of things I imagined might be rolling around inside your head."

"That's okay, Beth.  I suppose it's not unlikely for a man to want to
enjoy an innocent little girl's body when she's unable or unwilling to
resist his attention and affection."

"So ... are you gonna admit that she's still naked, or are you gonna
lie about it?"

"You're right, Beth ... she is."

"And you?  Are you sporting around your house with something leading the
way by six inches?"

It was time to either put Beth into her place, or see if she was quite
as liberal about her little girl's potential exploits as the mother was
pretending to be.

"Not six inches, but close to it."

I actually heard Beth grunt.  That was my cue to torture her for a few
moments and see how she reacted.

"Right now my naked playmate is plastered across the front of my body,
and a certain portion of my anatomy is close enough for her to take and
enjoy.  Since you seemed perfectly willing to grant me all the freedom
to enjoy her charms I'm taking advantage of the situation, and her, and
I'm allowing her to enjoy anything of mine she wants."

In a breathy whisper I heard Beth share something that she should have
kept to herself.

"It sounds like my precious little girl is the luckiest preschooler on
the street."

"Yeah, and since you've given her permission to have a sleep-over I plan
on making her lucky all night and until you force me to give her back
tomorrow."

Beth then let two words escape her lips in a mere thought that came
through my phone as if she'd screamed it.

"Ohhh ... Daddy."

That was my cue to torture her a bit more and see if she'd be willing to
spill any beans about the past she was trying so hard to keep under
wraps.

"Did your Daddy like to treat you the same way, Beth?"

" uh huh "

"And did you like to sport around the house in a nudie when your Daddy
was around to see you and enjoy everything he could?"

" uh huh "

"So you just thought it would be natural for your little girl to
experience the same sort of thing with me, right?"

" uh huh "

"I suppose Ken isn't taking care of business at home like he should, is
he?"

" no "

"When my little lover climbs into bed with me tonight are you going to
keep your promise to not ask any questions when she gets home as long as
I don't hurt or scare her, or are you going to insist that we talk about
everything that I teach her?"

" mmmmmmmmmm "

"Come on now, Beth.  You wanted me to be honest with you.  It's your
turn to be honest with me."

"I ... I promise I ... won't ask any questions, Bart."

"Are you sure?  You don't sound very convincing."

" mmmmmmmmmm "

"Beth?  Are you okay?"

There was an obvious sound of rhythmic movement on her side of the phone
conversation, and without realizing what she was permitting me to hear I
got an earful of a young mother with a dark past that was sneaking out
faster than it should have.

"Nuh ... nuh ... mmmmmmm!"

For the next few seconds I imagined Beth masturbating herself to orgasm,
and I could only hope she wasn't driving around town or at the grocery
store.

In a soft whisper I coaxed my female playmate along.

"Do you wanna remember your Daddy being with you, Beth?"

" yuh ... yeah."

Some aspect of our conversation must have started to affect my playmate,
because Mary began to wiggle a few of her petite fingers along the leg
elastic of my underwear.  I might have been holding my cell phone, and
Beth was at the other end listening, but I looked down and spoke to Mary
to confirm what she might be hungry for.

"Tell me what you want, Kitten."

Maybe it wasn't necessary for me to speak so freely to Mary while I was
on the phone with her mother, but it served dual purposes, because Beth
was the first to answer in a muffled manner before her daughter shrugged
and pretended to hide her secret need.

"Tingles."

I don't know what was more erotic, having phone sex with a young mother
who was hiding a really dark past, or coaxing a naked preschooler toward
my master bed so we could have yet more gentle sex.

"Come on, Kitten.  Let's get comfortable."

Speaking into the small electronic marvel with the child's mommy able to
listen to everything I said might have been really reckless, but I was
permitted to explore two lives at the same time.  The moment Mary was up
on the bed, I was lying down next to her, and she began to tug on the
top elastic of my underwear I offered something that was sure to get me
tossed into jail ... for many reasons.

"Go ahead, Kitten.  Take that off."

"Nnnnn ... Daddy."

Beth was getting close, but her daughter was getting closer.  All I
needed to do was lift my butt a little bit, and my underwear were
allowed to shift from under me, down my legs, and off my feet.  Now both
Mary and I were completely naked, and she had one thing on her mind that
her mother might have received from her own father many years before.

For some reason Mary seemed a little intimidated, unlike how she'd been
in the tub, so I coaxed her along as I played a mysterious game of phone
tag with her mother.

"It's okay, Angel.  You can touch it as much as you want to."

That's when Beth's voice became labored, and she started to whimper more
openly into the phone as if she'd climbed onto a large paint shaker.

"Nnn-nnn-nnn-nnn-nnn!"

Mary lost any reluctance to touch me nearly at the same time her mother
was celebrating in what might be a nice orgasm.  The little girl's small
hands claimed my cock, she shifted closer to my hip, and I watched the
child stare at my penis as if she might eat me alive.  All it took for
me to draw both of them closer to the precipice was to speak in a calm
and relaxed manner.

"That feels nice, Kitten.  Touch it as much as you want to."

"Nnn ... Dahhh ... Daddy!"

"Go ahead, Angel.  Don't be shy.  Do what feels nice."

Mary bent forward, opened her mouth, and accepted the end of my cock
between her crimson lips just as her mother began to grunt and moan.
There was no mistaking what Beth was up to, but I didn't imagine she'd
be quite as permissive with her little girl as she was with me.

To prolong our shared, but disparate pleasures, I whispered loud enough
for both my young lover and her horny Mommy to hear me.

"Oh yes, Angel.  That feels so nice.  Keep doing that until you think
you've had enough."

"More, Daddy!"

"Uh huh ... lots more, Kitten."

As Mary began to fellate me in her childish manner the little girl's
mother must have been flailing at her clitoris with at least one, and
possibly both hands.  I couldn't be sure, because almost everyone had
wireless ear-pieces that would allow them to use both hands for some
personal task.

"More, Daddy!  Please!"

"Uh huh ... just like that, Kitten.  Keep doing that as much as you
want to, okay?"

Mary nodded, but Beth answered.

"Kay!"

For the next few minutes I lay back and watched a preschooler learn as
much as she wanted to about giving me a darling blow-job while her
mother was tumbling down a not-so-secret road of incestuous fantasies
with her father.  I offered a few supportive words to both of my female
playmates, and when Beth couldn't take any more she actually began to
beg me to either slow down, or finish her off.

"Dah!  Dah!  Daddy!"

"Okay ... go ahead and go as far as you can for another minute, Kitten.
Then we're gonna have to stop for a little bit."

Mary grumbled, but Beth seemed relieved.

"Kay!"

Beth kept pushing herself harder, higher, and faster until I could
almost see the woman abusing her tender bits with a lot of force.

Just as I began to feel that tingle deep inside my tummy once again I
caressed the back of Mary's head and whispered one last instruction.

"If you want that nice surprise go ahead, Angel.  I'm ready."

Mary seemed to like that suggestion, because her mouth went up and down
with a bit more gusto, the sounds of her lips smacking against the flare
of my glans almost loud enough to compete with her mother's whines and
mewls.  I was either going to scare my petite lover or make her as happy
as her Mommy.

Beth's vocalizations seemed to affect me a bit more than I'd imagined,
because at her climax she grunted, whimpered, and then let out a series
of staccato huffs that confirmed the woman was having as good a time as
I was about to.  At the last moment I reached over my head to the box of
tissues, claimed one, drew it down right next to my cock, and then felt
a new pleasure that I couldn't have dreamed might be possible.

For the next few seconds Mary stopped moving and remained locked in
terror as I filled her small mouth with a bit more semen than I'd
produced in years.  The instant I felt the last brief blast of sticky
white goo leave my penis and travel onto my underage lover's tongue I
gently pushed against her face and tucked the tissue under her mouth.  A
moment later Mary gave back what I'd provided, and after she'd voided
her tender maw I dropped that bundle of tissues over the side of the
bed, claimed another clean one, and helped wipe the little girl's mouth
a second time.

My tender playmate must have been relieved I'd been so eager to help her
with her first sexual experience, because after her lips were wiped dry
she climbed up my body, wrapped her short arms around my neck, and then
whispered nearly loud enough for her mother to hear.

"I love you, Mister Bart."

Thankfully her mouth was along the opposite side of my head, so Beth
wasn't able to hear her.  But she'd be able to hear me when I whispered
back to my three year old lover.

"I love you, Kitten."

Beth then shared something her clouded brain must not have been able to
filter out before her lips were moving.

"I love you too, Daddy."

Mary's fanny was so soft and her thighs so easy to work apart, and after
only a few gentle tickles I was able to strum her slick little coochie
with the tips of my left index and middle fingers.  I was amazed at how
wet Mary was.

A moment later I heard Beth actually ask me permission to do something
that I had no right to control.

"Can I lay down, Daddy ... please?"

"Mmmm ... it feels good for you to lie down naked with me, Kitten."

" tee-hee "

Mary let a little giggle escape, but it was her mother who seemed more
moved by my generosity.

"Daddy ... put it in ... please?"

The longer I strummed Mary's vaginal opening and clitoris the wetter she
got.  It proved so easy for me to tease at her pussy that I couldn't
resist the snug feel of her virgin womanhood and wiggled the tip of my
left middle finger inside as I whispered to her.

"Mmmmm ... so wet ... and tight.  You feel so special, Kitten."

Beth must have found a favorite toy by then, because I could hear her
bucking back and forth against her phone as she flailed at her clitoris
or vagina once again.

For the next few minutes I listened to my playmate's mother have an
extended orgasm while I fingered the little girl's tight vagina.  It
couldn't have been better unless Beth was standing naked in front of us
and was enjoying what I was doing to her daughter's body, or helping.

It was finally too much for Beth, and she practically begged me to quit
torturing her.

"Dah!  Dah!  No more, Daddy!"

Rather than say something that might disturb Mary I just moaned into my
cell phone to pacify her mother.

"Mmmmmm!"

"I need ... I need ... I need to lie down, Daddy."

"Mmm hmmm!"

A minute later, and after the phone grew quiet, I heard Beth softly
breathing into the microphone as if she'd collapsed where she was and
had fallen asleep.  I didn't know if her phone might make any unusual
noises when someone hung up, but I had no desire to wake her up with
Mary about to pop.  The button to end the call was pressed on my phone,
I put the technological marvel on the headboard next to the box of
tissues, and then shifted Mary around so I could take care of her needs.

I tugged her onto my chest, rotated her so her knees were alongside my
ears, and then pulled her tight to my mouth so I could spend the next
half hour giving the little girl another nice preschool orgasm.  She
might have been too young to understand what was happening to her body,
but she was old enough to enjoy the pleasure I was affording her.

The longer I rolled her clitoris around with the tip of my tongue the
harder Mary ground her pussy into my mouth.  At the moment of her young
surrender I tugged her labia majora apart with the tips of my thumbs and
sucked her tiny pleasure button as far between my lips as I could.  In
spite of her diminutive size and tender age I was able to claim what I'd
been searching for, nibble on it, and send my petite lover over the top
again.

Mary squealed quite a bit louder than before, but rather than push my
face from between her legs or my mouth away from her vulva, my tiny
lover gripped my head hard with her thighs, pushed into my face with her
hips, and rode out her pleasure as if she might never have another
opportunity like the one she was having with me at that moment.

She was out cold a few moments later, and her body continued to jerk and
twitch as I licked her vaginal opening and sucked as much of her viscous
salve into my mouth as I could.  She tasted better than any woman I'd
ever had the pleasure to lick to orgasm, and if it were possible I'd
give my little lover as many cums as she could handle just so I could
feast on her elegant juices.

For the next ten or fifteen minutes I kept licking and kissing Mary's
vulva, her plump nether lips profuse with hormones that her body wasn't
prepared to create, and her vagina teased open a little at a time by an
expert tongue.  The more I spent time between her knees the more
convinced I was that Mary was going to beg me to have full sex with her
before she'd even started first grade.

A few minutes later I slowly rolled Mary off my chest, onto her back,
and along my left side.  Her head was propped up on a pillow, her knees
cocked out so I could enjoy her plump bald charms, and I rose up to my
left elbow so I could enjoy the view before me.

For the first time in my life I was able to caress, explore, and take
pleasure in a little girl's naked body, and my petite playmate seemed
perfectly content to lie still and enjoy what I was doing.  She even
opened her eyes a couple of times, let a little grin escape, caressed
the side of my face, and did nothing to stop me from fondling every
portion of her young nude body that I had access to.

It was only the sound of my cell phone chirping that forced me to lean
to my left to claim the device from the headboard.

"Hello?"

"Bart?"

"Oh ... hi, Beth.  How are you feeling?"

"Mmmmm ... much better ... you brute."

"Brute?  Why the animosity?"

"Because you gave me a delicious moment that I'd been needing for a very
long time.  Nobody's willing to have a little private fun over the phone
anymore, and I was convinced it was because I'd lost it."

"Lost 'it' Beth?"

"Yeah ... you know ... my ... being horny."

"Well, it's obvious you hadn't lost anything, Beth.  From what I could
discern you were not only able to find it, but you found it more than
once a little while ago."

"Yeah ... you animal.  I haven't had such a delicious tingle in a very
long time, and if it weren't for your willingness to let my little girl
run around the inside of your house in the nude I wouldn't have had such
a delicious ... cum."

"Then, I guess I should say, you're welcome, shouldn't I?"

"You're a cocky old man, aren't you?"

"Sorry, Beth.  You're right ... I shouldn't act that way."

"NOOO!!!  I don't mind, really!  I like it when you act naughty."

There was no need for me to get Beth excited again, particularly because
I much preferred staring at her naked preschool daughter, so I remained
silent to see what the young mother would do.

"Bart?"

"Uh huh?"

"You're not mad at me, are you?"

"For what, Beth?"

"For ... you know!"

"No!  I honestly don't.  Please tell me."

Beth hesitated as if she was a little embarrassed, and once she drew her
courage up whispered into the phone as if someone might hear her.

"For ... for playing that naughty little game with me."

"There wasn't anything ... inappropriate about that, Beth."

"Well ... except somebody else inside your house might not think it was
proper for a mommy to want ... for a little girl to want ... her Daddy
to give her lots of pleasure."

"Who else should be doing that except a little girl's Daddy, Beth?
Certainly not a stranger."

"You're not a stranger, Bart."

"I'm certainly not your Daddy, Beth."

"I know, I know.  But ... you were so willing to pretend to be him, and
I love the way you can talk me into doing whatever you want."

"You mean, whatever *you* want, don't you?"

"Tee-hee ... yeah."

Beth remained silent for about a minute, and to shift the conversation
slightly I decided to share something that might not be as lewd and
controversial as I'd previously suspected.

"Beth ... when I was giving Mary a bath she complained about something
that you already know about, but is still a rather delicate topic
because I'm a virtual stranger to her and your family."

"Nonsense!  You're no more a stranger than I am a man."

"Anyway ... I must have scared Mary a little bit while washing her
fanny, because she didn't want me to touch her private bits at first."

"At first?"

"Yeah.  It took me a few moments to find out what was bothering her, and
she confided in me that she has a hard time going potty sometimes.  She
was so upset about it she couldn't help but empty her heart out to me
about her pediatrician hurting her ... anus when he's giving her an
examination."

"Oh!  That.  Yeah ... my poor little girl has a pretty hard time going
number two, to put it rather indelicately.  Why are you bringing that
up, Bart?  Is there something I need to know?"

"Yes, there is.  She's asked me to help her the next time she needs to
go to the potty, because I was able to allay her fears by only doing
what she approved of, and then going very slowly.  It took me a while,
but I was able to get her cleaned up properly."

"I appreciate you telling me this.  Is there anything else?"

"Yes there is.  The problem is she's scared it's going to hurt to go
potty again.  I told her there was a way I could help her take care of
that with some special medicine, but I needed to ask you if that's
something you preferred I did or didn't attempt.  I know you said I
could take care of her, but tending to her backside isn't exactly a
casual activity for most parents.  That task isn't usually a chore older
men who aren't related to the little girl don't have a chance to try too
many times, so it was important that I tell you everything."

"I think it's precious that you're willing to help her with such a
rather delicate part of her private life.  How are you going to help,
and what kind of medicine are you recommending?"

"Technically it isn't really a medicine as much as a way to help her go
more easily."

"You're not talking about filling her up with a bunch of chemicals or
poisons, are you, Bart?"

"NO!  Not at all."

"Then ... how are you going to help her?"

"You know what a glycerin suppository is, don't you?"

"My gosh ... that's prehistoric!"

"Maybe, but it really helps a little one who has a hard time going poop.
From what she told me ... and showed me, Mary could use a little help
once in a while until her diet can be changed enough to make it easier
for her to naturally go."

"She ... she showed you, Bart?"

"Yes, she did."

"How did you feel when you ... looked at her ... backside?"

"Nervous, of course, but we got through it okay."

"Did you clean her poopie hole too?"

It was obvious where Mary got that expression.  It was also obvious that
Beth wasn't going to keep from asking questions if she could get away
with it, in spite of what she promised when I agreed to host her child.

"Yes, I did."

Beth hesitated for a moment, and then she whispered into the phone.

"Did she like it?"

It was apparent the little girl's mother was a sensual woman, and it
didn't matter who might be having a good time for her to enjoy it.

"Well, she certainly liked the way I did it more than how her
pediatrician treats her."

"Yeah ... I guess he can be a little rough if Mary gets a little too
fussy and isn't cooperative."

"The poor thing was almost scared to death when she asked me if I'd help
her, Beth.  It took me a little while, but I was eventually able to see
her smile and relax."

"Tee-hee!  Yeah ... I'll bet she smiled."

"Behhh-th!"

"Oh, come on, Bart!  You know darned good and well you enjoyed pushing
your finger inside her hiney more than you're willing to admit."

As dangerous as it might sound for me to admit something like that I
needed to bring Beth down a little bit just so she wouldn't sound so
confident about me and my desires.

"Yeah ... I guess you could say we both really enjoyed the sensation of
me working a clean finger into her tight little fanny.  In fact, she's
asked me to repeat the deed as often as I want, and I get the impression
that she's learned something similar from somebody really close to her."

Beth remained silent a bit longer than I anticipated, but no longer than
could be expected.

"What did she tell you, Bart?"

"Not much ... but enough."

"You're not gonna share it with me?"

"That isn't as important as helping your daughter have an easier time
taking care of her business, Beth."

"Yeah ... I guess you're right."

It was obvious the woman was terribly disappointed, but I'd be sure to
raise her spirits soon enough.

"So ... are you gonna take care of that later this afternoon, Beth, or
would you want me to?  I've promised Mary I'd go slow, be gentle, and
explain everything I was doing so she wouldn't be scared.  She seems
pretty relaxed about my being with her in the potty when she has to go."

"Good gosh, Bart!  You've seen my little girl in the nude, for Pete's
sake.  What more could you do to see anything more intimate than a three
year old with nothing on while giving her a bath and washing her poopie
hole?"

"Well, giving a little girl a bath is one thing.  Watching or helping
her empty her backside isn't exactly quite as innocent.  I don't know
about you, but I get pretty intimidated using a public toilet, so having
someone hanging around me would have been pretty embarrassing at her
age."

"I guess I see your point."

"So ... what's the verdict, Mom?"

"To be honest I think I'm more curious than suspicious, Bart.  I know my
little girl is probably head-over-heels in love with you by now if
she'll let you help her go poopie, so my interest has more to do with
how it's done than how you're going to be ... touching her."

"Then, should I call you when she thinks she needs to go, or will you be
busy for the rest of the afternoon?"

"Yeah ... call me."

"By the way, Beth ... why did you call?  Were you checking on me and
what I might be doing to your little girl?"

"I guess I've been wondering if you two were still in the tub playing
with lots of bubbles ... or other things."

It was time to push Beth for a little more.

"How many men or older boys has Mary taken a bath with, Beth?"

"What???  NONE!"

"And you just decided today that it would be perfectly alright for your
daughter to climb into a tub naked with an older man ... who would also
be completely undressed?"

"Of course not!"

"When did you begin to plan it, then?"

"I haven't been planning it, Bart!  Damn, you make it seem as if I've
been trying to get my little girl hooked up even before she's in the
first grade.  Why the sudden hostility?"

"I'm not being hostile, Beth.  But you need to look at it from my
perspective.  I saw you two at the doctor's office just yesterday, and
today you offer me an opportunity to take a long fun bubble bath with
your preschool daughter.  You knew perfectly well that we'd both be
close enough to see and touch each other, and it's sounded as if you
expected me to be intimate with her.  Please admit that you see just how
unusual that sounds."

She waited a few moments and then answered.

"Okay ... yeah, I guess it does sound as if I might have acted a little
carelessly this morning, but I was convinced you wouldn't hurt my little
girl or do anything to scare her.  I haven't made a mistake in my
judgment, have I, Bart?"

"Of course not!  I have no intention to cause Mary, or *any* little girl
a moment of grief, pain, or anxiety ... especially if it involves her
not having any clothes on in my presence."

"Do you regret my having asked you to take care of her today, including
my talking you into inviting a three year old into your bathtub?"

"Not for a moment!  I haven't had a single seconds regret for sharing my
morning with Mary, and the smile on her face right now, even though
she's taking a nap, proves she pretty much feels the same way.  In fact,
I don't think I've felt as good as I do at this moment for many years.
Having her here has been so beneficial that if Mary liked the idea I'd
be perfectly willing to invite her to my house as often as she wants to
come over.  Of course that would depend upon whether you'd be willing to
allow her to spend lots of private time with me."

"Now, that's better!  I was beginning to get the impression you might
not like the idea of a little girl ... a naked three year old invading
your privacy.  I'm glad you cleared that up for me."

"It isn't hard to admit to having a good time with such an affectionate
little angel, Beth, especially because of both yours and her willingness
for her to run around in my presence in the nude.  It didn't take long
for me to believe she's probably gonna be considered my perfect little
opposite."

"Your perfect opposite?  What does that mean, Bart?"

"In spite of her age she's contemplative, intelligent, affectionate,
love hungry, a tactile sponge, loves to play, and isn't worried about
anything as intimidating as being around someone so much older without
any clothes on."

Beth asked her next question as if she wanted to tease me.

"Is she still naked, Bart?"

"Uh huh?"

Beth waited a few seconds and then asked what I knew she was dying to
know.

"Are you?"

"Would it matter if I was?"

"I guess not.  As long as you weren't forcing my little girl to do
anything she didn't want to or didn't like, and she didn't think it was
a really big deal if you were ... then I don't think I should either."

I was really beginning to like the way Beth thought.  In order to test
her permissiveness, and to see if she was as horny as I was beginning to
suspect, I needed to ask Beth a few more questions that would push the
very notion of decency with a little girl.

"So, if she wanted to do something ... like be intimate, or explore her
world with a much older teacher, you wouldn't have a problem with it,
and you wouldn't be angry with me?"

"I don't think so.  I trust you, and Mary's a bright child.  She knows
not to let anyone do anything that would hurt her or cause her harm."

Not saying anything with that tidbit of information in the mother's
brain could have gone badly, but by the tone of Beth's voice I got the
impression she was more aroused and provocative than concerned.  What
she said next proved that.

"But I was hoping you'd be honest with me if you *were* naked with her,
Bart."

She wasn't going to stop asking leading questions until I answered
truthfully, or at least in a manner she wanted or was expecting me to.

"So ... as long as Mary isn't scared, she likes or invites the fun, and
I don't hurt her, you'll be okay with us having ... being special with
each other ... naked?"

"Yeah.  You don't sound like the kind of man to force a little girl to
do anything that she wouldn't like, or might have bad memories about for
a long time."

"You're right.  I'm not."

Providing her incomplete answers seemed the perfect way to get Beth to
crave more personal and private information.

"Bart?"

"Uh huh?"

"Are you?  I kinda need to know."

"Why?"

"To satisfy my curiosity."

"You're sure you wanna know if your little girl and I are lying naked in
my bed snuggling and close enough to touch each other, even if the parts
of her body I'm able to see and touch aren't usually seen by your
neighbors or her little girlfriends?"

" yeah "

"If I admit that we're lying naked in bed and can enjoy each other's
bodies with our eyes, hands, fingers, and ... other stuff ... it might
send you screaming for the police.  Are you still sure you wanna know?"

" please "

"Then ... yes ... I am."

Beth then did something that proved she still hadn't been satisfied.

"Mmmmmmm!  Can she ... can she see you?"

"Of course!  I'm right next to her."

"No, Silly!  I mean ... can she ... can she see your ... manhood?"

"Yeah.  She's been able to see it ever since I climbed into the tub
behind her.  As you pointed out when we were talking on the phone the
first time this morning I assumed Mary had seen her father in the nude
often enough to not affect her, so I've tried to be as relaxed about my
own nakedness with her.  What's surprised me is how unaffected she's
been about our being close enough in the bathtub for more than our legs
to sense the other person's body heat.  She made a comment about my
penis just once, and that was after we'd been playing together in the
thick foam for quite a while."

The noises in the phone went down while I was speaking, and then they
went up again once Beth had heard what I guess she was anticipating.  In
order to bring the tension up a notch, and to heighten her excitement, I
added a bit more.

"Once she was clean, happy, and very relaxed I got her little body dried
up, and I put my shorts on for a little while when I fixed us something
to eat.  After she convinced me she wanted to come have some fun playing
in my bedroom we climbed onto my bed and she helped me take them off."

Beth whimpered into the phone, I could hear something shifting around in
a rhythmic pattern as if she might be masturbating again, and then spoke
so softly I almost couldn't hear her.

"Has she ... touched it?"

"Mmm hmmm."

"Nnnnnnnnn!!!"

Beth was panting and grunting into the phone a few moments later.  That
was my cue to get her to answer a few questions she might not be quite
so willing to with a clear head.

"Do you wanna cum again, Honey?"

"Mmmm ... yeah!"

"Would you like my help?"

" please "

"Are you naked ... like Mary and me?"

"Nnnnnnnnn!!!  No!"

"Why not?"

"Do you ... do you want me to be naked ... Daddy?"

"Uh huh.  When you wanna make yourself feel good ... when you play with
your peepee and get all those nice tingle feelings, you need to be
completely naked so you can feel better.  You like to be naked for your
Daddy so he can watch you play with your peepee, don't you, Honey?"

Talking to the young mother like a child seemed to really get her off.

" yuh ... yuh ... yeah "

"Then ... take all your clothes off, Honey."

"Nnnnnnnnn!!!  I ... I need ... to put ... the phone down, Daddy."

"Okay ... go ahead ... put the phone down and take all your clothes
off for your Daddy, Honey."

"Thank you, Daddy."

"Come on, Honey.  Hurry up so your Daddy can see you all naked, just
like your little girl right here next to me."

Beth dropped the phone onto a hard surface, probably the floor or the
headboard of her bed, and I think I could hear some threads being torn
as she tried to get out of her clothes as quickly as was possible.

A few moments later, but much later than the woman might have preferred,
Beth picked the phone up and began to speak as if she might lose her
place while masturbating.

"I'm back, Daddy!"

"Are you naked, Honey?"

"Uh huh ... I like to be naked for you, Daddy."

"Has Daddy's little playmate been naked for other men, Honey?  Come on,
be honest with me."

Beth hesitated, obviously unprepared for my line of questioning.  She
had no idea just how far I might go or what I might ask, and I'd be sure
to push her for every juicy morsel of erotic information I could get.
Most of it would be about Mary once I broke through Beth's personal
protective instincts.

Once she collected her thoughts she spoke as if ashamed of admitting the
truth.  Just like all little girls who knew they'd get into trouble for
lying Beth tried to bluff her way through until the truth just had to
come out.

"Just Ken, Daddy ... nobody else ... at least ... since ... "

"Come on, Honey.  Tell me.  I need to know."

"I ... I was naked for some boys in high school, Daddy, but not a whole
bunch, and they were nice boys and didn't hurt me."

"Did they help your peepee feel good?"

"Mmmm ... yeah, but not as good as you, Daddy.  You always give my
poopie hole and peepee lots of good feelings."

"That's my girl.  Okay ... your Daddy won't be mad at you for being
naked for those boys in high school, but you can't be naked for any
other boys or men ... other than your Daddy, okay?  Do you understand
me, Beth?"

"Uh huh!  I won't be naked for nobody else, Daddy.  Just you."

"Okay ... good girl."

"Daddy?"

"Uh huh?"

"Can you ... can you help me ... play with my peepee?"

"Would you like for me to tell you to do naughty things, Honey?"

" uh huh "

"Okay ... but you have to tell me something else, Honey."

"I'll tell you, Daddy!"

"Are you still pretty down there ... on your peepee?"

"I ... I think so, Daddy."

It felt good for Beth to be so unsure of my intentions or what I might
ask her next.  It gave me a sense of confidence and contentment that I
hadn't had in a very long time.

"You're a big girl now, Honey, so you probably look like a big girl.
That's what I want to know ... if you look like a big girl, or like a
little baby girl.  You know that your Daddy wants to see you like a baby
girl all the time, don't you?"

"Oh!  Yeah, I still look like a baby girl, Daddy.  I wax my peepee every
week so I can look just like you want me to."

"Does your peepee look just like Mary's, Honey?"

" uh huh "

"Good girl.  That makes me feel very happy, Honey."

"Really, Daddy?  Are you proud of me cuz I still wanna look like a
little baby girl ... like ... my daughter ... Mary?"

For her to mix her fantasy and realities together must have been a new
experience for the woman, and I think it afforded my phone playmate a
lot more pleasure than I anticipated.  I'd only know after asking for
more erotic and perverse thoughts and information.

"Uh huh.  I wanna see you looking like a baby girl ... like your baby
girl, Mary ... all the time."

"Daddy?"

"Uh huh?"

"I don't got big boobies like Mommy did.  Is that okay too?"

"Uh huh.  I like little boobies on little girls, Honey."

"Tee-hee.  Kay."

A moment later I could hear a humming sound from Beth's side of the
conversation, and it was obvious she'd turned a small hand-held vibrator
or similar device on.  We both knew how she was going to ask me to help
her use it, too.

"Do you wanna play with your peepee now, Honey?"

" yeah "

"Do you have a nice buzzy toy to rub on your tingle button?"

"Tee-hee!  It's not called my tingle button, Daddy!"

"Well ... I guess you're just gonna have to remind me what you call it
then, Honey."

"Hee-hee ... it's my 'happy bump,' Daddy."

"Of course!  How could I forget.  Okay ... do you wanna use your buzzy
toy on your happy bump, Honey?"

" uh huh "

"Touch your happy bump very very softly, Honey.  Don't rub it hard.
Just touch it so you can feel the nice tingle feelings."

"Ohhhh, Dahhh-Deee!  I like it better when you go slow."

For the next ten minutes I provided all manner of lewd and perverse
suggestions to Beth, and every time I delved deeper into her former
childhood she seemed further lost in her wonderful recollections.

In the middle of instructing her on the finer points of masturbation and
Daddy-daughter role playing over the phone I slipped a question in that
she wasn't able to think about or resist answering.

"Have you ever seen your little girl playing with her peepee like you're
doing now, Honey?"

" yeah "

"Do you like to watch her playing the special peepee tickle game just
like you're doing now, Honey?"

" uh huh "

"Did you help her learn how to feel good on her happy bump, Honey?"

" no, Daddy "

"How come?  You like to give yourself good tingle feelings.  Why don't
you wanna help her have them too?"

"I do, Daddy!  But ... only you're supposed to play with little girls'
peepees and happy bumps, Daddy."

"So ... you remembered, didn't you?"

"Uh huh!  I always remembered what you told me, Daddy."

"Then ... prove to me that you remembered everything."

Beth hesitated, not because she might have been reluctant to answer me,
but because it sounded as if she was having a one-handed wrestling match
with her clitoris.

"You said that only my Daddy was supposed to help little girls pull
their panties down and give them lots of good tingle feelings in their
poopie hole and peepee.  If I wanted to have a really good tingle
feeling with you for a super long time all by myself I was supposed to
bring lots of other little girls from our neighborhood and my elementary
school over so you could do lots of fun stuff with them."

"Uh huh?  And what else?"

"You said that you'd let me play with your peepee and lick it and suck
on it and stick it in my poopie hole as much as I wanted, but only if I
brought other little girls over and made them promise not to talk about
you pulling their panties down and then giving them lots of good tingles
for a super long time."

"Did you like touching and playing with my peepee, and then sucking on
it until you wanted to put it in your poopie hole, Honey?"

" uh huh ... I liked it a lot, Daddy."

"Do you remember how many little girls you brought home for me to play
private tingle games with?  I'm testing you, Beth, so you need to answer
me honestly."

"I'll try, Daddy."

She hesitated for a moment, kept shifting in a rhythmic pattern which
caused the phone to make intermittent noises, and then whispered.

"All of my friends except Belinda, Carol, and Tiffany.  They didn't like
it when I told them we could take our panties off so we could play lots
of nice tingle games."

"Did they tell anybody that you wanted to take your panties off to play
those games, Honey?"

"No, Daddy!  I made sure they promised not to tell nobody."

"Good girl.  Now ... tell me when I started to play with your peepee
and happy bump, Honey."

"Tee-hee.  You're being naughty, Daddy."

"Yes I am, Beth, but you like it when your Daddy is naughty, don't you?"

" uh huh "

"Does it make you feel good when your Daddy is naughty, even if it's
with another little girl?"

" uh huh "

"So you need to be a good girl and tell your Daddy what he wants to
know, don't you?"

" kay ... I guess you always played with my peepee and happy bump,
Daddy, ever since I was a baby.  All I remember from when I was a really
little baby girl was you rubbing my happy bump a lot until I started to
lick and suck on your peepee.  Then you started to teach me new games
and stuff about my poopie hole and making it feel good with your peepee
a whole bunch."

"That's good, Beth, but I didn't ask you about your poopie hole.  I
asked you about your peepee and happy bump."

" sorry, Daddy "

"It's okay, Honey.  I guess it's a little difficult to remember
everything from when you were a little girl, huh?"

"I guess, but I like remembering, Daddy."

"Good.  From now on your Daddy will help you remember as much as you
want to.  Would you like that?"

"Uh huh!  Lots!"

"Then you're gonna need to ask me when you wanna feel good, and you're
gonna need to be honest with me and always tell me what I want to know,
right Beth?"

"Uh huh ... I know, Daddy."

Yet again being quiet was a good strategy, because Beth picked up on
what I'd last asked her.

"I remember when I used to come home from elementary school and was
feeling super tingly hoping you'd come home super fast so we could play
our special games.  I did just like you said and took all my clothes off
and rubbed my happy bump and ... put some special toys inside my poopie
hole so it would be easier for you to ... I'm sorry, Daddy.  I'll only
talk about my peepee and happy bump like you said."

"That's fine, Beth.  Go ahead."

"Well ... after you got home I would let you chase me to my bedroom,
and then you gave me some tickles, and played with me a little bit, and
then you would touch me in different places when we talked about what I
learned in school and if I needed any help studying.  After I talked all
about my school stuff I helped you get all naked and played with your
peepee for a super long time until I learned how to suck on it so you
could have the good feeling.  That's when you showed me that I could get
lots of your special white medicine in my mouth if I sucked and licked
just right.  That's when you let me turn over on my bed, and stick my
bummy up in the air, and keep my legs far apart so you could put more
special medicine in my bummy for a super duper long time.  I liked that
the best."

Beth was definitely into back door play more than clitoral or vaginal
pleasure, but I was quickly coming to terms with why.  It wasn't Beth
who craved her Daddy fucking her butt, but the man who knew he couldn't
have intercourse with his young daughter unless it was in her ass.

"After I turned ten we started to play a new game that you said would
prove I was a big girl, and one night you pushed your peepee into my
peepee ... and ... "

"What, Honey?  Please tell me."

"Will you get mad, Daddy?"

"No, Honey.  If you're honest with me I won't get mad."

"Then ... when you pushed your peepee inside my peepee ... it hurt,
Daddy ... a whole bunch."

I could almost see Beth as a little girl intimidated by that aspect of
her developing sexuality.  It was both thrilling and humbling to share
that part of her life with her.  The fact that I was little more than a
quiet neighbor a few doors down and across the street made what we were
going seem more than a little perverse.

"Were you ... are you mad at your Daddy for making your peepee hurt
like that, Beth?"

"Not no more, Daddy ... but for a little while I was a tiny bit mad."

"I'm sorry it hurt, Beth.  I don't like the idea that your Daddy hurt
your tender peepee when you were just ten years old."

It must have been the tone of my voice, but Beth emerged from our role
playing game long enough to speak in a considerate and an adult manner.

"Thanks, Bart.  It just seems a little strange that you're the first
person I've ever talked to about this."

"You can tell me whatever you want to, Beth, and I promise to be kind,
decent, and keep everything you say to myself.  I'm not the kind of man
to take advantage of *any* girl, whether she's an adult ... or a naked
three year old."

Beth shifted back into her alter-ego and whispered.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Honey?"

"Do you want me to tell you more stuff that I remember?"

"Sure, but only if it makes you feel better, okay?"

"It does, Daddy.  I feel a whole bunch better talking about it now."

"Then tell me as much as you want to."

"Daddy?"

"Uh huh?"

"Can I ... can I play with my happy bump for a tiny minute?"

"Sure, Honey.  Let me hear the cute little noises you make when you're
playing with your happy bump."

" tee-hee "

For the next few minutes Beth maintained an almost brutal pace as she
masturbated herself, her level of excitement and arousal rising until
she couldn't speak intelligently.

"Duh!  Duh!  Daddy!"

"Give your Daddy the good feeling now, Honey.  Come on!  Rub your happy
bump just right with your buzzy toy and make that super good tingle go
all over your peepee and tummy and boobies and everywhere."

Beth grunted, moaned, huffed and puffed for a minute, and then let out a
slowly developing low yell that eventually turned into a brief and sharp
yelp as if she'd accomplished her mission.

The sounds on the phone left me with the impression she'd dropped it
again as if fabric or another soft surface was pressed against the face
of the microphone just before it came to rest.  Then nothing.

My guess was Beth had just enjoyed a supremely delicious cum the likes
of which she hadn't had for a very long time, if ever.

I ended the call, put my phone down, and looked down at a naked three
year old with a completely new perspective.

Rather than teach Mary about anal sex first I was going to teach her
about pleasure of all kinds, including much more gentle and affectionate
caresses, touches, and thrilling and mind-bending foreplay.  From Beth's
own admission it appeared she'd never been able to enjoy sex from a
little girl's perspective, but tolerated and accepted her father's need
for anal sex until she learned to crave it.  That meant as a little girl
Beth had been denied a whole world of clitoral and vaginal fun that
didn't involve ripping her thin hymen when she was just ten.

Mary would be afforded a much different kind of sexual training, as long
as Beth allowed me to provide it.

She was still under a happy spell of slumber as I began to caress and
explore my naked playmate, her legs touched, her skin strummed like a
finely tuned and erotic instrument, and examples of her excitement
provided when I saw hundreds of little points erupt all over her body.

It was actually harder on me than it was for Mary, because I'd never
considered what a little girl would have to go through just to enjoy
sexual pleasure, especially if a man was manipulating her to do what he
wanted rather than what she liked.

When Mary opened her eyes a little bit, smiled, and then extended her
petite hands toward my face I knew to lean in, hover over her, and
whisper to her.

"What, Kitten?"

"Lick, Mister Bart."

"Okay, Angel.  Lots of nice long ... slow ... and gentle licks."

I placed my lips to hers for our first full kiss, she giggled, and then
I rose over her to see the expression on her face.

"Tee-hee."

I leaned forward one more time, kissed her nose, winked, and then left a
trail of kisses down her body from her chin to her pudendum until her
ankles were locked together and her short digits were intertwined behind
my head.  The moment I placed a tender and light kiss directly onto her
fat vulva I heard Mary sigh, I felt her body relax, and I knew she was
going to be happy and satisfied.

Everything that I'd learned as a sex-aware guy, from the time I was a
clumsy teen to when the light finally came on while talking to Beth, was
afforded the youngest ever lover in my life.  For her part Mary didn't
need to do anything more than lie there and enjoy what I was doing, and
I made certain to peek up over her Mons Veneris at her face every half
minute or so just to be sure I wasn't pushing her too hard.  Each time I
saw her quivering smile, or her small mouth opened to a small "O" and
making lots of little noises, I knew she was having the time of her
life.  I was having a pretty good time myself.

Just like her Mommy Mary rose to a plateau of pleasure that was sure to
cause her to faint, and when I suspected she was close enough to handle
yet another orgasm I gently tugged her labia majora apart with the tips
of my thumbs, located her clitoris, placed my lips around it, and then
began to rhythmically suck on it until I was able to pull a small
portion toward my tongue.

Flailing at it with my lingual tool while I had temporary possession of
her clitoris finally spelled my little lover's doom, and with a keening
yelp her body went rigid, her hands nearly pulled two mats of my hair
out, her legs nearly cut off my oxygen supply, and she began to buck and
stutter under my face as if she was involved in a pillow fight and one
of her young friends was hitting her in the back over and over again.

Her thrusts and gyrations started out exaggerated and intense, but with
each twitch up into my mouth the succeeding ones tapered off until all I
felt was a nervous tremble that illustrated her natural reaction to my
licking her clitoris over and over again.  I wanted so desperately to
keep her body quivering and lurching into my face, probably because of
what I'd learned about Beth's sexual beginning, but my tiny lover was
sure to be sore if I didn't give her some relief.

The seal I'd created around her clitoris was broken, I removed my lips
from her vulva, leaned back a little, and looked down at her plump and
slick labia majora.  Her nether lips were glistening from a combination
of my saliva and her orgasmic emissions, and it didn't take me very long
to smile and then lap at her vaginal opening to claim everything that
she produced.

A fleeting memory flashed through my mind of how my own little girl
might have reacted and felt at that moment, and with the tenderness of a
doting father, and the lust of a rampant pedophile, I climbed off the
bed, lifted Mary into my arms, and took her to the potty.  She might
have been doing her best to hold it in, because as soon as her plump
fanny was nestled onto the Dora seat her little bladder emptied with a
shrill metallic scream as her pee hit the water under her butt.  Poor
little girl.  I'd need to reconsider how I was going to treat her from
that moment on.

When Mary woke up she was lying on top of me chest-to-chest, her thighs
were gripping my penis, my hands were caressing her back, fanny, and
legs, and I felt her shiver.

The first thing she did was tilt her head back to look up at me, and
with a wink I heard her giggle.

"Tee-hee!"

"How do you feel, Kitten?"

"Good."

"I didn't hurt you any ... even a tiny little bit?"

"Nuh ... uh!  You made me feel good, Mister Bart."

"Good.  Little girls like my girlfriend are only supposed to have good
feelings with their boyfriends, not bad ones."

"Hee-hee ... I had lots of good feelings today, Mister Bart."

"I hope you'll have lots more good feelings all the time from now on,
Kitten.  All you have to do is ask me to help you feel good, and I will,
okay?"

"Kay."

Mary snuggled her face into my chest over my sternum, wiggled a little
bit as if to get comfortable, and then whispered.

"I'm hungry, Mister Bart."

"Let's go eat some lunch, then."

Rather than climb off my chest Mary preferred to wiggle her way higher,
wrapped her slender arms around my neck, and wordlessly confirmed that I
was supposed to carry her around my house like a slave.  As long as she
was naked I'd be more than happy to do that.

My cell phone was located and tucked under her tush, and a few moments
later I was walking into my kitchen naked with a nude little three year
old hanging on for dear life.  Just as I was about to place Mary's bare
fanny onto the counter so I could begin to work on our meal my cell
phone chirped in my hand under her butt.

"Hello?"

"Hi ... Daddy."

"Hi Beth."

Staying quiet or answering incompletely was proving to be a useful tool
with Beth, because she whispered in a conspiratorial manner a few
seconds later.

"Thank you for that good feeling, Daddy."

"Did you like that, Honey?"

"Uh huh!  Lots!"

I had to chuckle at how similar both Beth and Mary sounded when they
wanted to share their enthusiasm and sincerity.

"Good.  I'm glad I was able to help you feel good."

What Beth called me next proved she could tumble into and out of our
role-playing persona very easily.

"Bart?"

"Yeah, Beth?"

"I, uhhh ... "

"Have you eaten lunch yet, Beth?"

"No."

"Would you like to join Mary and me?"

"You ... you wouldn't mind if I came over?"

"Of course not!  Why would I mind?"

"Well ... I kinda left you with the impression that I wanted you to
take care of my little girl all day, not entertain me half the time."

"Nonsense!  Put at least one layer of clothes on and come over ...
right now."

"Yes, Sir."

Before she had a chance to ask me any more questions, or before she
tried to begin a new facet of our next conversation, I hit the button on
my phone to end the call.

She was knocking at my front door about a minute later.

The portal was opened, and Beth saw me holding her naked daughter in my
hands against my equally bare chest.  Maybe it wasn't that big a deal
for a man to hold a nude little girl against his uncovered chest, but
Beth seemed almost mystified at my lack of a shirt until I spoke.

"Hi."

She was wearing what looked like a long casual dress that she must have
worn around the house that covered her body all the way to her calves.
In spite of what she'd said on the phone Beth was wearing a lot more
than I expected her to.

A second later Beth looked down to see a pair of gym shorts on me, and
then she blushed.  It was obvious she knew I'd seen what she was eager
to look at, and when her eyes met mine I couldn't help but smile at her.

"Come on in, Beth."

Mary must have thought her Mommy was coming over to take the child away
from me, because her grip around my neck was almost as tight as it was
when I sent a burst of electricity through the little girl's pussy, and
her head was tight against my neck below my left ear.  The poor thing
must have imagined her fun would be over for the rest of her life,
because Mary was actually quivering in fear.  She wouldn't need to worry
about my letting her out of my grasp, especially with at least one of my
hands cupping her bare plump fanny.

Instead of walking to my living room on her own Beth stepped in, stopped
a few feet away from the front door, turned to face me and her little
girl, and just waited.  The door was closed and locked, and with my free
hand I reached out to invite the young mother to give me a hug.  Her
response was to lunge forward, wrap me and Mary up in a tight embrace,
and push her cheek against the right side of my face opposite Mary.  The
only significant difference between the little girl cradled in my left
arm, and her mother hugging the stuffing out of me against my right
side, was how much Beth was wearing.

Acting as her Daddy might I nuzzled her right cheek, applied a series of
tender kisses to her ear and neck, and then whispered into her hair.

"Come on, Beth.  Let's go get the three of us some lunch."

What she whispered into my right ear before she pulled away filled my
body with almost as much electricity as Mary had when my mouth was
tucked between the little girl's naked thighs and she had her last cum.

"Okay, Daddy."

The woman was hungry for some more role-playing, but this time her phone
wasn't on, nor were we hidden by the protective layer of anonymity as we
held each other a bit tighter than neighbors usually did.

To give the young mother a quick, and relatively innocent, thrill the
moment she let me go and my arm came away from her back I let my free
hand drop to her fanny.  Beth immediately stopped, leaned into me once
more, and then whimpered into my right ear.  That was my cue to cup her
fanny for a moment and determine for myself that she wasn't wearing
panties under her outfit.  I liked that.

"Come on, Honey.  We can get comfortable and talk some more after we
eat."

" kay "

I pat her bum, ached to tuck my fingers around her full butt and deep
into her cleft, and claim her pursed pucker and vulva from behind and
underneath, but we'd only just begun to explore a bit more relaxed
demeanor around each other.  We had time for more intimacy if we both
grew brave enough to chance getting into trouble with her husband, Ken.

The moment Beth walked into my kitchen at my side and holding my hand
she was a much different person than the one I'd helped have an orgasm
an hour before.  Her attitude was playful, light, and bubbly.  Even Mary
lost quite a bit of her fear of being whisked away and eventually let me
sit her bare fanny on a counter not far from where I was working.

Beth helped me make a few things in my fridge and pantry seem like a
feast, and before I realized it the food had been prepared, eaten, the
dishes cleaned and put away, and the three of us were sitting on my
couch looking at each other.  The longer I looked into Beth's eyes the
redder her face got, and the less she could stare back.  I liked for her
to feel intimidated, because she'd be more willing to surrender to any
of my questions or comments afterward.

"Bart ... I, uhhh ... "

"What, Beth?"

She scooted a little closer to my right side, took my right hand off my
lap, drew it over her shoulder and around her neck, wiggled her ass
close enough to mine for our hips to touch, and then lowered her face as
she began to speak.

"I'm sorry if I sounded a bit too enthusiastic this morning.  I'm not
usually that ... liberated around other men."

"So ... is it because of me, or because I've got your little girl in my
possession that stirred those passions out of you, Beth?"

"A little of both, I guess.  Nobody has ever been so quick to afford my
little girl with boundless affection and attention before, and ... in a
way I'm ... envious ... I guess."

"You guess?  It sounds as if you're not envious, but a little jealous,
Beth."

Her head snapped up, she stared into my eyes with a little fury, and I
got the distinct impression she might want to call an end to my trip
into Heaven on Earth if I didn't amend my statement pretty quickly.

"To be honest I can't blame you for coveting what your little girl has
been getting all morning, which is why I've been so eager to help you
relive a little of your past.  Frankly I don't make it a habit of
talking naughty to my female neighbors on the phone, much less hug one
of them inside my house."

"Tee-hee."

Beth giggled, looked down, caressed the back of my neck with her left
hand under her daughter's right arm, and fumbled with a collection of
fabric between her thighs close to her hips.  In spite of her age and
maturity Beth seemed anxious to be a little girl all over again.  Maybe
it was her need to experience her sexual awakening once more, or perhaps
a strong desire to develop better memories about a troubled past that
was more for her father's pleasure than hers.  Whatever her motives I
kept getting the impression that Beth was even hungrier for attention
and affection than Mary was, and that little snuggle-bunny was doing her
best to hide the fact that she wanted me all to herself on my bed.

Beth and I talked for a while, she began to relax, joked around with me
about a few things, but she seemed to bring our conversation back to
more intimate topics with increasing frequency.  I'd always thought men
and teen boys were anxious for sex, but I was beginning to appreciate a
level of hunger in varied ages of women.

When Beth leaned into my right side, drew her mouth close to my ear, and
then whispered I knew she needed something more than light banter and
casual conversation.

"Bart ... can we ... talk?"

"We can talk about anything you want to, Beth."

She wiggled closer, lifted her knees, draped her legs over my right
knee, and then almost molded her body to my right side under my arm.

"I ... I need to ask you some questions."

Well ... so much for wanting a preschool playmate for the rest of the
day, or perhaps for a few years.

"Sure.  Go ahead."

"Do you mind playing our secret game ... you know, like this morning on
the phone?"

"I don't mind at all, Beth.  In fact ... I find it pretty hot that
you'd wanna tumble down a dark road of childish make believe and adult
sex so easily and quickly."

Beth leaned closer, kissed my cheek, snuggled against the side of my
face, and then whispered again.

"It doesn't bother you that I ... that I wanna remember some stuff that
most people would find revolting and reprehensible?"

"Revolting and reprehensible???  What the heck are you talking about?  I
didn't find a moment of our chat and telephone play-date the least bit
unseemly or crude.  If I had *my* way I'd try to figure out how to talk
you into playing that delicious little game more often ... but I don't
imagine you'd be that comfortable with me doing it."

"Why not?"

"Well ... because you're married, Silly."

"Oh!  That."

"Yeah ... that."

Beth shifted away from me a few inches, she was about to untangle her
legs from mine, and seemed dispirited about my reminding her about her
husband, but I had a fix for that.

I gripped her back with my right hand, tugged against her body to coax
her closer, and was pleased when she blushed, giggled, and then returned
to her previous location.

"Tee-hee.  Thanks, Bart."

"You don't need to thank me, Beth.  I enjoy your proximity."

She leaned closer, kissed my cheek again, and then tucked her lips to my
ear so she could whisper her thoughts straight into my brain.

"Can we play some more in a little bit ... Daddy?"

I was just about to answer when Mary reminded me that little girl's
bladders couldn't contain more than an hour of liquid discomfort before
it needed to be emptied.

"Mister Bart ... I gotta go potty."

"Okay, Kitten."

I turned my face toward Beth, kissed her nose, and then spoke in a low
tone as if to express an intimate thought.

"You're welcome to join us in my master bathroom ... Honey."

" hee-hee ... kay "

I lifted Mary off my lap, tugged on Beth's right hand, and then rose
from the comfort of my couch.  If I was lucky we'd be just as comfy on
my bed in a few minute's time after I took care of my little visitor.

The moment I placed Mary's bare bum onto the Dora seat I saw a look on
her face that I recognized.  She didn't just have to go pee, but try to
empty her bowels as well.  The next few minutes were going to be a lot
more interesting than I'd imagined, because I never suspected Mary's
mother would be there watching me work a slippery sliver of glycerin
into my nude playmate's ass.

Mary kept looking back and forth between me and her mother, her eyes
open wide, the look of a young deer in headlights all over her face, and
her lips turned down as if she might burst out crying.  I squat down on
the floor between her feet, worked her knees apart a little, pushed my
tummy as far toward her hips as I could get it, and enveloped the child
in a tender embrace.  Her arms went up, her hands went around my neck,
and her face was tucked tight to my chest as I spoke to her.

"It's okay, Kitten.  If you want me to help I will, or I can just let
your Mommy take care of you."

The instant the last word fell onto her ears Mary pulled back, had a
look of terror in her eyes, and hid none of her emotions from me or her
mother.

"You, Mister Bart!"

Beth leaned against my left side from behind for a moment and whispered
into my left ear.

"It's okay, Daddy.  Go ahead and do what you said."

I tried to break Mary's hold around my neck, but she began to cry and
yell loud enough to nearly hurt my ears.

"NOOO!!!"

"Hey, hey, hey!  I'm not going anywhere.  I just need to get that little
medicine thing so it's easier for you to go potty, Kitten ... okay?"

"You aren't going away, Mister Bart?"

"Nuh uh!"

"And ... and you're gonna be right back?"

"Uh huh!"

" kay "

The poor thing looked terrible, and I was convinced she'd suffered lots
of emotional trauma as a result of her discomfort.  With me on the case
she'd feel a lot better about the whole sordid affair.

I don't know which was more precious to me ... Mary's arms around my
neck and her naked body against my bare chest, or her sitting on the
potty in the nude with her knees cocked out and her hands behind her
fanny on the Dora seat.

The other bathroom had all of Tammy's supplies, so up and out I went.

By the time I got back Mary was whimpering and about to burst into
tears.  The moment she saw me at least one of her hands came up, was
pointed in my direction, and I saw a little grin start to form on her
lovely face.  It filled me with such joy to see a little girl react to
my presence like that, and I was determined to do everything I could to
make Mary's life a lot easier so she'd always crave my being close.

The plastic and metal foil packet was placed on the sink counter to
Mary's right, a tub of baby wipes placed close to that with two tugged
out so I could get to them without having to open the container, and a
tube of lubricant retained for use.  Beth must have recognized what I
was up to, because she smiled, shifted her way to the side to watch, and
seemed a lot more fascinated than suspicious.

The lubricant might have been an obvious attempt for me to finger the
little girl's fanny, but Beth didn't seem to mind.  She'd already pretty
much convinced me Mary and I were going to be having sex when she was
old enough for intercourse, or willing enough to do a little back-door
fun, so a slick middle finger in her butt must have been no big deal to
the young mother.

My only real dilemma was whether to do the procedure from behind with
Mary bent forward uncomfortably, or from in front with her legs splayed,
my thumb able to nestle into the tight cleft of her vulvar split, and
with the view of her pudendum available for me to enjoy while I worked
my middle finger into her pucker.

Hmmmmm ...

"I'm gonna touch your poopie hole really soft for a minute and help you
not be scared first, okay, Kitten?"

"Kay ... but ... go slow ... and don't hurt my poopie hole like the
doctor guy does, Mister Bart."

"I won't hurt it, Sugar.  I promise, and I'll be watching your face to
see if you don't like what I'm doing so I can stop right away, okay?"

" kay "

It might not have seemed particularly sexy to anyone else, especially a
pediatric physician or nurse, but to me watching a little girl lean back
on a Dora seat with her legs cocked all the way out, her bald cunny open
to appreciate, and a look on her face of intense need was like Heaven.

My right hand went down between her thighs, under her bum, and to help
make Mary relax a little bit I wiggled my thumb against her labia majora
a few times to afford her some comic relief.  She immediately giggled,
squirmed around a little bit, clamped her thighs around my wrist, and
lost a lot of her reluctance.

"Tee-hee-hee-hee!"

I even heard Beth giggle.  That helped to relax me quite a bit.

"Hee-hee-hee."

The moment the tip of my middle finger began to touch Mary's silken
flesh underneath she cocked her legs out again, bent forward, looked at
my arm as it disappeared between her thighs, held onto my body with her
right hand while she supported herself on the Dora seat behind her with
her left.

Just as I'd done in the tub I began a slow circular and then back and
forth motion with the tip of my digit along the strong pursed array of
muscles of her anus.  I could tell by the texture and hardness of her
skin that her muscles were clamped down, so my task might be a bit
harder than I'd assumed.  If I had a tiny sliver of glycerin to wiggle
past her intense grip I might be successful, but it might prove quite
difficult for me to get my finger even part way in such a closed place.

Mary must have realized her trepidations would inhibit my ability to
accomplish my task, because she tilted her face up, stared right into my
eyes, and whispered a wonderful suggestion.

"Mister Bart?"

"Uh huh?"

"Can you rub my happy bump so I can feel good for a tiny minute?  I'm
scared it's gonna hurt when you put the medicine in my bummy."

Well ... it was Mary's recommendation, so Beth couldn't exactly claim
I'd corrupted her child or tried to talk the three year old into long
sessions of masturbation.

I turned to Beth, looked into her eyes, and tried to read her mind.

She looked back into mine, kept her expression hidden, and then spoke in
a relaxed tone that seemed out of character for a mother who'd only
begun to allow an older man access to her naked child that same morning.

"That's a good idea, Daddy.  If you go slow and take a long time Mary
should relax her poopie hole enough so you can put some lubricant in
there and then slip the suppository in after you take your finger out."

That confirmed Beth wasn't going to say anything about my enjoying all
the time I'd be spending with my fingers, thumb, and tongue along a very
sensitive collection of little girl nerves and blood vessels.

Rather than ruin the moment, or delay Mary's treatment, I turned back
toward my young patient, smiled at her, leaned forward, kissed her lips,
and then whispered into her mouth a moment later.

"You be sure and tell me if I rub too much or too hard, okay, Kitten?"

" kay "

Mary flinched when my thumb found her clitoris, but it actually looked
like she melted a little bit onto the Dora seat as I began to roll her
eager happy bump around.  It didn't take more than a minute of slow and
delicate caresses and sweeps of my thumb for Mary to relax her anus
enough for the tip of my lubricated digit to make its way inside.

For another minute it was impossible to mask the sound of my longest
finger traveling in and out of the little girl's ass.  The constant
slurps, squishes, and snaps of the lubrication between my digit and her
tight grip were so plain and obvious it almost sounded as if I'd
installed a microphone inside the commode and hooked it up to my stereo
system in the living room.

When I heard Beth moan I turned my head just enough to see her eyes
closed, her right hand out of sight between her knees and under the
bottom hem of her outfit, and her lips quivering.  My playmate's mother
was masturbating herself watching and listening to me lubricate her
daughter's fanny, and I was more convinced by the second that Beth might
ask more things of me than just some babysitting duties.

It didn't take long before I heard some subdued snaps and slurps from my
right side, and Mary had nothing to do with those.

Mary was having such a good time that she began to rock her hips into my
caress and tried to pull me closer to her body, but the commode kept me
from pressing my tummy against hers.  Beth wasn't hindered by any cool
white porcelain, her left hand had a rather snug grip around my left
side from behind, and she was doing her best to pull herself as close to
the outside of my right arm as she could.

When Mary whimpered and began to show signs of an impending orgasm Beth
followed along.  It was glorious to hear both of them embroiled in their
hedonistic pleasure, and I was extremely proud for my participation and
role in such a wonderful pursuit.

Unfortunately Mary's body had things other than a minute or two of
autonomic convulsions and stutters to distract her, and the tip of my
middle finger felt something approach that honestly I didn't want to
mess with.

My digit came out as fast as I dared, but in a relaxed manner, but I
didn't stop rolling Mary's clitoris around.  I'd keep doing that as long
as I could until there was no way my deed could be masked as medicinal
in nature.

The instant I got a whiff of something I preferred not to smell I knew
my task had been successful.  A few seconds later Mary's eyes came open,
she grunted, her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth, and it looked
like she was straining to clamp all of her muscles as tight as she
could.  She need not have bothered, because less than ten seconds after
the sordid ordeal had begun we all heard a rather indelicate splash
under her bum.

My left hand pushed on the commode lever, what Mary had provided was
removed, and we had to contend with an odor that was going to linger
until I got Beth's attention.  When I looked over at her she was still
busy with a temporary adventure in self pleasure.  That just meant I
might be able to sooth my visitor a little bit more, and enjoy myself in
the process.

"You want me to make sure your poopie hole isn't hurting, Kitten?"

" uh huh "

Now, I'm not a scat man myself, so it was necessary for me to remove any
evidence of Mary's most recent biological activity before I'd venture
back between her thighs.  I'd give the little girl all the pleasure she
could handle under the right situations, and if we could both remain
clean, but coming into contact with that foul brown goo was something
I'd always try to avoid.

"Then we need to wipe your poopie hole with some tissue, and then with
some baby wipes."

" kay "

My right hand only came up far enough for me to transfer a bundle of
clean white tissue from my left, and my task was performed without any
sort of distraction.  I had just enough time to drop the tissue and look
between Mary's thighs to sense she had yet one more activity to perform.

Again my right hand came forward just in time for the room to echo with
the metallic ring of little girl pee hitting clean water.

While she was emptying her bladder I was busy wiping and then cleaning
my longest right digit.  After we were both finished I heard something
that couldn't be masked as anything but carnal need.

"Can you put your finger inside my poopie hole and make me feel better
now, Mister Bart?"

"Sure, Kitten."

"Mmmmmmmmm!"

For Beth to grunt and pull herself harder into my right side proved she
liked the idea of her daughter taking control of her pleasure.

There was need for a little more lubrication, and as soon as I caressed
Mary's pucker with a slickened digit she relaxed and granted me entry.
The sounds I'd made in her ass a minute or two before seemed even louder
as I threw caution to the wind and pleasured my petite playmate.

Her clitoris was strummed, rolled around, and toyed with in such an open
and direct manner even Beth might be able to see my thumb wiggling
around between Mary's fat little labia majora ... if her eyes were
open.

Mary was having such a good time that her whimpers and mewls returned
with a gusto, and her voice sounded as if she was either truly enjoying
what I was doing, or she was doing her best to endure a kind of cruel
torture that she'd never experienced before.  All doubt was removed less
than half a minute later.

"Tingles!  More tingles!"

"Nnnnn!  Hah ... hah ... hah ... "

For Beth to grunt and then pant like a bitch in heat confirmed she
understood what her daughter was feeling, and discomfort was not the
least bit imparted to my delicate visitor.

"Muh!  Muh!  Mister ... Bart!"

Mary was close to orgasm, and by the look on her face Beth wasn't far
behind.  All it took was for me to lean forward, nibble on Mary's lips,
kiss her like an adult, and suck on her lips for my child lover to be
distracted enough for the moment to be dragged out.

Mary was a quick study, and before a minute had elapsed she was doing
her best to return my labial affections.  She even let me work my tongue
between her lips and teeth, and for a few seconds I washed over the
extents of her small mouth as if to cleanse the very orifice that had
accepted the end of my cock that morning.

Her animated bucking and stutters confirmed she was about to pop, so I
withdrew my mouth, let her extol the benefits of pedophilic love, and
watched as my youngest lover surrendered to the impossible.

When Mary squeaked, went still, and then convulsed in a regular cadence
for half a minute I knew she'd never feel the least intimidation about
having to go potty ... at least in my house.

That's when I found out that Beth was a moaner, because the second the
young mother heard her daughter celebrating a preschool cum the woman
grunted, groaned, and then called out as if I needed to understand the
depths of her fascination with her fantasy Daddy.

"Duh!  Duh!  Dahhh-DEEEE!"

Just like before Mary collapsed into bliss, and I'm glad I was there to
catch her, because she might have fallen forward and straight to the
floor in front of the commode.

Some more tissues were collected to wipe her up, although I would have
preferred to lick her clean, and then the child lifted off the potty
seat.  After her limp body got a hug I lay her down on a fuzzy rug in
front of the sink cabinet, splayed her legs all the way out, and then
proceeded to clean up my silent and unaware visitor.  The two baby wipes
were used, her pursed pucker cleaned, and then inspected for any
unwanted evidence of her most recent deed.

By that time Beth was doing her best to keep herself up against my back,
so I needed to get both of them on my bed so they could sleep it off.
It took some rather complex coordination, but I was able to get Mary in
my arms, Beth off the floor, and both of them on their backs in a much
more comfortable location.  I probably could have pulled Beth's casual
house-dress up and off her body, but I hadn't received that sort of
permission yet, even though I kind of figured she'd give it.

As a hopeless romantic the best place for the little girl would be in
her mother's arms, so after Beth was lying down on her back facing the
ceiling I tucked Mary along the mother's left side, worked Beth's left
arm under and then around her little girl, and turned the three year old
so her tummy would be tucked tight to her Mommy's side.  What I hadn't
anticipated was for Beth's left hand to instinctively cup Mary's fanny,
and I watched in fascination as Beth's longest left middle digit began
to tickle along the child's rear split until the preschooler cocked her
butt up in the air, splayed her thighs, and welcomed the intrusion.

For the next ten minutes I watched and listened to Beth finger Mary's
tight tiny ass, and I reveled in the sight of the little girl's plump
vulva going up and down as if she was intuitively fucking her lover.

It was eventually too much, so with a small handful of tissues claimed I
stroked my poor tool until I celebrated in my own version of bliss.

When Beth opened her eyes she saw me sitting on the floor along the same
side of the bed as Mary's slumbering form.  The young mother smiled for
a moment, and then must have realized where her left middle finger was,
because I saw her eyes go wide and face go white.  The best course was
to be casual and honest about what I'd seen.

"It's okay, Beth.  I understand now."

She looked at me with quivering lips, seemed terrified I might spill the
beans to her husband, or the local newspaper, and remained quiet.

"Don't worry about it, Honey.  I promise nobody else will know."

"You ... you're not gonna ... tell anyone, Bart?"

"Of course not!  You have the right to tend to your daughter's needs,
and to give your daughter pleasure, so who am I to deny what comes
naturally for both of you?"

"You're taking this a lot better than I suspected.  I was worried if you
found out that you'd be like all those other people who freak out at the
thought of a little girl having some ... private fun."

"Nope ... not likely."

"Why are you being so understanding about this?"

"Because I've loved little girls for as long as I can remember.  If I
were to condemn you, or anyone else, for what I crave, that would make
me a hypocrite, and I don't like feeling guilty for things I enjoy."

"So ... you ... you've wanted to see and ... touch my little girl?"

"Of course, Beth!  What man wouldn't ache to caress such tender and
sensitive skin?"

"Well ... to be honest ... my husband."

"Ken doesn't like to touch his own little girl?"

"Not really.  It's almost as if he's revolted by the idea of his own
flesh and blood being intimate with him ... although he doesn't have a
real problem with other guhhh ... "

Beth didn't know I'd already heard about Mary's teen babysitter, and
there was no need to keep the woman in the dark, so I eliminated any
possibility that Beth needed to keep more secrets from me.

"You mean, like Mary's teen babysitter?"

"How did you ... "

"Mary told me.  She also told me you like to show your appreciation and
affection for the young lady."

"Mary ... said ... "

"Yeah, your secret's out, Beth ... and to be honest I think it's pretty
damned hot."

"You ... do?"

"Mmm hmmm!"

"You don't think it's gross for a woman to have ... desires for another
woman, or little girl?"

"Not one little bit.  I kinda like hearing about and watching two female
lovers enjoying some quiet time with each other and naked."

"Then ... "

"What?"

"You won't tell anyone else?"

"Who would I tell, and why would I ruin a good thing?"

"I dunno ... I was always afraid somebody might tell the cops, I
guess."

"Not me!  I adore the idea of a woman loving a younger girl, or even her
own preschool daughter."

"Thanks, Bart."

"For what?"

"For being so understanding."

"Ha, ha ... it's not hard to want to see what I have today."

"Hee-hee ... yah ... I kinda figured you wanted to get your hands
inside my little girl's panties."

"Really?  What tipped you off?"

"Damn, Bart!  A woman would have to be blind not to notice the way you
look at her daughter."

"How long have you known or suspected what my private needs were?"

"From the first day you saw my little nudist scurry around the house
when Ken asked you to help him with his computer."

"That obvious, huh?"

"Blatant!  Every time you're around my Mary, and she's got your
attention, I can read your face like a book."

"And what, pray tell, does the table of contents tell you?"

"That you've been craving the love and affection of a willing little
girl who needs even more attention and pleasure than you do.  The one
thing that I didn't know was about your Tammy ... I'm so sorry, Bart."

"Thanks, Beth.  And you didn't see anything wrong with my lusting after
your little girl?"

"Of course, not!  Just like you I've had my own secrets and needs, and
my Daddy helped me understand the intense pleasure of sexual touch and
physical love from long before I was old enough to talk."

I looked into Beth's eyes, weighed the potential consequences of what I
was about to ask, and then decided it was time to drop all pretense.

"How long have you wanted your little girl to have the same sort of
loving physical and sexual relationship you had with your Daddy, Beth?"

She blushed, smiled, looked down her body, and couldn't hide what was
going on in her mind.  In order to eliminate any potential confusion or
doubt I pushed the young mother for an answer.

"You can be honest with me, Honey.  I need to know the truth."

Beth's eyes snapped up to meet mine, her smile grew wider for a moment,
her mouth dropped down into a pout as if she was about to be spanked,
and she looked away just as she began to whisper.

"I always knew my little girl was a sexual being from the moment I
brought her home from the hospital three days after she was born.  Ken
didn't get involved in the typical, boring, and rather unpleasant
aspects of being a new father, and he didn't seem to want to have
anything to do with either of us after we got home.  When he was off at
work I began to explore my baby with my eyes and fingers until I just
couldn't keep my fingertip away from her little happy bump.  The first
time I touched it and rolled it around a few times her hips started to
thrust into my hand as if she wanted to be ... fucked.  That's all it
took for me to do more, and ... well ... I needed to see if maybe
that's how my Daddy did stuff to me."

"When did you start to have oral sex with her?"

Beth's eyes met mine, she blushed a deep vermilion, but she wasn't about
to hold anything back once we'd crossed that magic threshold.

"The same day I played with her happy bump.  In fact ... I couldn't let
more than an hour go by before I gave her a nice hot bath, made sure she
was all clean and happy, and then lay her down on my bed so ... so I
could give her lots of private kisses."

"Who do you think enjoyed your oral sex more, you or Mary?"

"Definitely Mary!  She got to be a real handful if I didn't give her
little peepee lots of licks often enough, and it was easy to calm her
down if she got a little bit fussy.  Rather than some stupid rattle or
toy to distract her until she was feeling better she'd rather have her
happy bump licked until she fell asleep with a big smile on her face."

"When was the first time you knew you wanted Mary to see and touch a
man's penis, Beth?"

"Not long after I realized my little girl was just like her Mommy."

"Explain."

She smiled, rubbed her thighs together as if playing a silent tune of
sexual intrigue like a human cricket, and then whispered.

"One of the things that I learned very quickly as a little girl was how
much fun it was to ... to suck on my Daddy's cock.  He really loved for
me to claim his dick and play with it until he'd pull my face close
enough so he could push the end of his penis against my lips."

"You weren't revolted by it?"

"No way!  I loved the thrill of doing something so naughty."

"How old were you when your Daddy taught you to suck on his penis?"

"I dunno ... maybe three or four."

"When did you realize it was naughty to do that?"

"In second grade.  I had just turned seven when a couple of my friends
in school whispered some secrets about what their older sisters were
doing with their boyfriends.  From then on my interest was piqued, and I
began to ask them questions until they acted more like toddlers than
little girls who wanted to try things ... naughty things."

"Were you still a little girl, or were you a lot older and after Mary
was born when you began to fantasize about a very young girl sucking on
a man's cock?"

"I always told myself that I wanted my own little girl to enjoy all the
things I did, so I made a silent promise that my daughter was going to
be treated the right way until I found the right man to love her."

"Ken didn't want to do that?"

"Ha, ha, ha ... Ken is so funny.  He's like a fuckin' animal with
Debbie, Mary's other ... former babysitter.  Maybe it's because she's
got titties bigger than mine, or is a nasty 'ho' who fucks every guy in
the neighborhood, but Ken has no strength to resist a single request she
makes of him.  If I didn't know any better her father has ruined what
could have been a perfectly sexy young woman and turned her into a slut,
and Ken adores her more than he's willing to admit."

"So ... he'd rather fuck the neighborhood tramp than take care of
business at home, huh?"

" yeah "

I leaned closer, caressed Beth's right thigh, and looked right into her
eyes as I whispered.

"I'm sorry he doesn't tend to all of your needs, Honey.  It's not right
for a husband and father to ignore his own girls."

She smiled, gripped my hand for a second, and then shifted it toward her
hips.  The message had been sent, received, and then acknowledged.  When
I spoke to Beth I looked right into her eyes so she couldn't miss what I
shared.

"It's gonna get kinda complicated if I start taking care of your needs
too, Honey.  Are you sure you wanna take the chance that somebody might
find out you're asking me to do a little real-time role-playing?"

She looked into my eyes as if to search for my deepest secrets, waited a
few seconds, and then whispered in a little girl's voice.

"Rubs ... Daddy."

"Would you like your Daddy to give you lots of rubs, or just a little
bit, Honey?"

Her lips quivered, they turned down as if she might cry, but her eyes
screamed a display of rapturous joy even before she uttered a word.

"Lots, Daddy."

My left hand strummed where her pussy was hiding under her dress, and I
looked just as deep into Beth's eyes as I queried the young mommy.

"What about my Kitten, Honey?  What are we gonna do about her?"

"Can I ... can I give her some licks too, Daddy?"

"Uh huh ... but would you let me give her some for just a minute before
I spend an hour or two giving you lots more?"

It was crude for me to bargain with the woman, but the notion of having
a man afford her at least an hour of lingual pleasure must have been
just the ticket, because Beth grunted, cocked her knees up as if to
protect her pussy from my touch, and clamped her eyes shut tight.

"Mmmmm!  You can lick my baby as long as you want to, Daddy, but you
gotta lick me as much as want until I have the good tingles.  If you
give me lots of good tingles, then you can lick my little girl as much
as you want to.  You can even teach her how to ... "

"How to what, Honey?"

"To ... to suck on your cock ... if you wanna."

"I think I'd like that, but ... aren't you gonna be a little jealous if
your baby girl gets to suck on Daddy's cock before you do?"

"Nnnnnn ... need to suck, Daddy!"

"Okay ... I tell you what.  You take that silly dress off first, show
me that you still look like a baby girl, and then we'll get comfy."

"Hold my baby, Daddy!"

Using the coordination of an experienced father I pulled Mary into my
arms, turned her around so she could lie her head over my right
shoulder, and cupped her fanny with my right hand.  My left was allowed
to remain close to Beth in the event she needed some help.

She didn't.

Less than five seconds later Beth tugged her simple frock up and
confirmed she didn't like to wear panties or a bra either.  My slightly
older playmate was a lot more attractive than I imagined, because her
pussy was even more profuse and puffy than Mary's, her breasts weren't
any larger than an "A"-cup, and there wasn't a single curly hair
anywhere on the woman's body.  Beth looked nearly perfect.  If it
weren't for her adult size I could be happy with another man's wife as
my secret lover.

Beth threw her simple dress somewhere toward the opposite side of the
room, brought her hands together over her tummy as if she was pretending
to be modest, and then gave me a look that hinted at a young girl who
wasn't quite sure if she looked pretty enough for her first boyfriend.
I had an answer for that.

"You look beautiful, Honey."

"Really, Daddy?  You think I look ... beautiful?"

"Uh huh ... and from now on I don't want you to have any clothes on
when you come see me, okay?"

"Tee-hee!  Kay!"

One of her hands went to a breast and erect adult nipple, and her other
one made its way to her sweetly smooth and bald pussy.  The moment I saw
her work her right middle finger between her plump and bulbous labia
majora and began to roll her clitoris around I pat the back of her hand
as if to chide my adult female visitor for doing something she wasn't
supposed to and spoke in a commanding tone.

"Nuh uh!  That's mine, young lady!"

Her eyes went wide, her mouth dropped open, and she had an expression on
her face as if a train was headed right for her.

"Yuh ... yours, Daddy?"

"Uh huh!  I'm the only one who gets to play with your happy bump from
now on, Beth.  Do you understand, young lady?"

She grunted, lifted her knees, clamped her thighs around her hand, and
tried to hide the animated movements of her middle finger.

"Mmmmm!"

"You better stop playing with it, Honey, or I'm not going to lick."

Her hand was jerked away from her pussy as if she'd just gotten burned,
and she exclaimed her displeasure with any notion of being denied even
one minute of lingual pleasure.

"NO, Daddy!  I won't touch it no more!"

I couldn't help but smile at Beth and her willingness to surrender to
anything I might suggest.  Rather than torture the woman I knew I'd let
her take care of her business when she needed to blow off some steam,
but I'd be sure to have her call me so I could share in her fun, even if
it was only over the phone.

"Good girl.  Now ... move over so I can get on the bed."

Beth practically threw herself up and off so I had enough room to take
any position I wanted.  Rather than lie on the center I chose to leave
enough room for Beth to be comfortable.  After all, her comfort was
directly proportional to my pleasure, and I was certain to plan for as
much of that as I could get.

My body came to rest along the same side of my big bed where I'd been
sitting on the floor, and once I was facing the ceiling I waved my left
hand at Beth to call her closer.  She immediately snuggled tight to my
side behind Mary, wiggled her face around Mary's head, and placed a
brief kiss onto my forehead.  Without any more words uttered, and with
all the confidence of a sentient sexual being the young mother, and wife
to a neighbor of mine, reached out with her right hand and worked my
shorts off my body.  A second after my cock had been set free Beth
claimed my half-hard penis as if we'd been dating for months.  It didn't
take long after that for her to wiggle her way down the bed until she
was turned around and had claimed my dick with her mouth.

It might have felt like Heaven for Mary to suck on me in her amateurish
and little girl manner, but Beth was a skilled fellatrix, and her mouth
seemed attuned and meant to be filled with a man's cock.  I was a little
sad I couldn't offer her more because of my erectile dysfunction, but
she didn't appear the least bit disappointed with what I could offer.

With Beth busy working my cock over, and stirring a bright tingle inside
my body within a few seconds effort, I shifted Mary around over my chest
and face so I didn't wake her up or harm her.  Her hips were centered
over my chin, her thighs splayed and knees next to my ears, and my mouth
tucked into place against the three year olds bald vulva.

The moment Mary giggled and then sighed I knew she liked what I was
doing.

"Tee-hee!  Ahhhh."

I don't know how long the three of us stayed in that one position, but
it had to have been for over an hour, because Mary clamped her thighs
tight to my face, lifted her hips to pull her cunny away from my mouth,
and cupped her vulva with both hands as she spoke.

"Potty!"

Beth and I probably hadn't moved that quickly in a long time.

After Mary emptied her bladder, and then Beth allowed to do the same
while Mary and I watched, the three of us were about to return to my bed
when Beth's cell phone began to chirp.

"Noooo!"

I held Beth's left arm near the elbow, looked her in the eyes, and did
my best to allay her fears.

"We can do more later, Honey."

Beth's phone kept ringing, so whomever was on the other side must have
needed to talk to her.

Rather than seem greedy and climb onto the bed with Mary I chose to
stand next to Beth and wait.

"Hello?"

Her face looked as if she was terrified someone might see how she was
dressed ... or undressed.

"Oh!  Hi, Ken.  What's up?"

She shivered, tried to hide a smile, and must have been a lot hornier
than I was, because with her phone in her right hand she dropped her
left and began to play with my cock.  I just had to smile.

"So ... you won't be home for dinner tonight?  How late will you be?"

I might have needed some pills from Doctor Philips to produce a
rock-hard erection, but Beth didn't have a problem coaxing a nice firm
tool to play with after a minute of gentle manipulations.

"No ... I'm at Bart's house."

Beth might have been talking to her husband, but she was looking at me
as if she was thinking about her Daddy.

"Sure!  I think I can convince him to let me and Mary eat something at
his house for dinner.  I'm pretty good, and I'm sure he won't mind
eating what I have to offer."

The irony was almost too much for me, and I could feel Beth tugging on
my cock as if to confirm what she'd be munching on for a few hours.

Two could play that game, so with Mary draped over my right shoulder and
eager for another few minutes of a nice nap I tucked my left hand up
against Beth's bald adult twat and began to strum her clitoris.  After
all, I told her I was the only one who was supposed to play with it.

Beth looked me right in the eyes, blushed, splay her feet, and pushed
her pussy into my caress.

"Thanks, Ken.  I'm glad you don't want me and Mary to be by ourselves
all night.  I don't like to sleep alone, and when you're not around I'm
afraid some rapist is gonna break in and hurt us."

Either Beth just told her husband the woman was going to be sleeping
with me, or Mary might get that honor.  Either way I was going to have
either one or two hot bodies to play with and snuggle against.

"Okay.  I'll go lock the house up, get my phone charger, and will stay
at Bart's house until he wants us to leave."

That might not be for a few years.

"No ... I don't think he'll mind me and Mary sleeping over.  All I've
got to do is convince him that I need the security of a man around so I
won't be afraid of some criminal raping me."

At least she didn't think of me as a criminal ... yet.

"Okay.  Just call me when you're gonna come home so I can be there if
you want me to."

The longer Beth kept talking to her husband the harder she tugged on my
cock.  If I didn't know any better she might want to experience the
ultimate thrill of being fucked while chatting up her hubby.

"Really?  All night and maybe even a good part of tomorrow?"

When Beth shivered and looked me in the eye with an expression that
hinted at a lioness about to consume her prey I suspected Ken was going
to be having his own rendezvous.

"Sure!  That isn't a problem, Honey.  I know your work is important to
you, and I can't very well make any demands of your time if you've got
an important project to finish."

The strain must have been too much for the woman, because she tugged on
my dick hard enough to force me closer.  A moment later she lined us up,
pushed my left hand out of the way, and began to masturbate herself with
the end of my penis.  Her labia majora were so plump and rubbery that it
felt as if the tip of my dick was being hugged by 100 degree human
pillows.

"Kay ... just ... call me."

If Ken couldn't tell that his wife was masturbating, he was an idiot.

If he could tell it was my cock she was using *I* was the idiot.

"Bye!"

The instant the call was over Beth dropped the phone to the floor, used
both hands to manipulate my cock, and stood there with her eyes closed
for about a minute.  When I felt her body tremble she stopped, opened
her eyes wide, separated our bodies, turned me around, and pushed
against my back toward the bed.

Not another word was spoken as we moved, and a minute later I was again
on my back, Mary was lying on my chest, her thighs were tight to my
cheeks, her knees were pressed against my ears, my tongue was rolling
her clitoris around, she was already starting to buck a little bit, and
Beth had my cock all the way inside her mouth.

My right hand was available, so I shifted it under Beth's body, between
her legs, and used my digits to afford her some pleasure too.  My thumb
found her aching clitoris, my index finger disappeared into her vagina,
and my middle finger teased at her pucker like a cruel tormentor.  I
knew she was resisting it, but Beth wasn't able to tolerate the constant
stimulation and sucking on her pretend Daddy's cock, because her hips
also began to undulate against my hand as if she was fantasizing about
being fucked.

Something about the way I licked the three year old and was masturbating
her Mommy brought them to the precipice of delight almost at the same
moment.  I don't know what I'd done, but I was being rewarded for all my
efforts in no more time than it might have taken for me to mow the yard
and tend to some domestic tasks around the house.

Mary was the first to extol her appreciation for my lingual pursuits,
and with a keening yelp she clamped her thighs around my head hard
enough to hurt.  Had she pushed one or both of her small hands between
our bodies and tried to force my mouth away from her cunny I would have
stopped licking her clitoris and sucking on her meaty vulva, but Mary
must have liked the slow and careful manner in which I kept her peaking.

Her chubby three year old hips gyrated onto my face, she flooded my
mouth with her preschool orgasmic dew, and I felt her whole body twitch
and tremble to what had to have been her best cum yet.  Since it was
only her third, or at least her third with me, I got the impression that
she was beginning to grow accustomed to what was happening to her.

That was proved when I heard her whimper and then whisper to Beth.

"It tingles good for Mister Bart to lick me, Mommy.  Are you giving him
some good feelings too?"

Beth removed her mouth, jacked me with one hand, and whispered back to
her daughter.

"Do you like for your boyfriend to give you lots of licks, Baby?"

"Uh huh!  Lots, Mommy!"

"Good.  You be sure to tell him when you need lots more tingles, okay?"

"I can get lots more, Mommy?"

"Uh huh!  You can get as many tingles as you want to, Honey."

"Mommy?"

"Uh huh?"

"Is Mister Bart gonna give you some nice tingles too?"

All Beth could do for a moment was grunt and flinch.  Maybe it was my
constant stimulation of her clitoris and inner vaginal wall where I was
hoping her G-spot was located, or possibly the notion that her own
little girl was generous enough to consider her own mother's pleasure.
Either way my two naked playmates were going to get as much lingual and
labial pleasure as they could stand.

A couple of minutes later Beth was lying on her back, her knees were
cocked up, her thighs apart, her calves along my shoulder blades, her
ankles locked together, and her heels drumming my spine.  Mary wasn't
left out of the fun, because Beth resumed her daughter's lingual fun
with the little girl's thighs hugging her Mommy's cheeks like she'd
hugged mine.

Mary's oversensitivity, Beth's second orgasm, and my lack of oxygen
prevented me from spending any more than another hour licking a plump
bald pussy and sucking on a larger version of her little girl's clit.

Half an hour later Beth was able to confirm that showers were nothing
more than baths, just without mounds of bubbles to play with.  For me to
help wash both of them, and for them to wash me, was a kind of vacation
from reality for all of us.

The next time I ventured into the kitchen I didn't bother with any
clothes, and because of an unspoken decree within the walls of my house
neither Beth nor Mary even attempted to draw a single stitch of clothing
over their lovely smooth bodies.

By the time dinner was eaten and the kitchen cleaned up the youngest of
our happy trio was getting a little tired, so off to the living room we
went to enjoy a family movie.  I probably could have put a XXX video or
DVD on for our entertainment, but there wasn't a need to emphasize what
my girls were in my house for.

By nine that night Mary was sound asleep against my bare chest, Beth was
lying sideways on the couch, and her mouth was again working my cock
over for every ounce of protein she could get.  She got a lot more than
I thought I could *ever* produce.

Beth never went home to get a charger for her cell phone, but she didn't
need one, since I had one of those all-in-one converters that had all of
the appropriate adapters.

When Beth helped me pull the covers of my bed back I had to grin at the
incongruity of what had happened that day.  Beth noticed and insisted I
share what I was thinking.

"What's so funny?"

"This morning it was your little girl helping me to make my bed in the
nude.  Now her Mommy is helping me to open it up so the three of us can
climb in for a long night of blissful sleep."

"Who says you're gonna get to sleep, Buster?"

"Ha, ha ... yeah ... I was kinda hoping you'd say that."

Mary was positioned between us near the pillows so we could both look at
and enjoy her tiny body, and with our legs entangled in what might have
looked like one of the Kama Sutra poses, Beth and I enjoyed a very
relaxed, very long, and very enjoyable four hour fuck.  She never slowed
down, and I wasn't about to leave her with the impression that an older
former stallion couldn't keep up with a young filly, so in spite of
being really tired I kept shifting my hips back and forth and enjoying
the feel of a woman's snug vagina after many years of celibacy.

Beth only slowed down after she let out a grunt, convulsed for the third
time after we climbed into bed, and the pushed against my hips to slow
me down.

"Please, Daddy ... no more for a little while!"

I was relieved.  In spite of what I'd known as my 'infirmities' I was
able to outlast a younger woman and her nearly insatiable hunger.

After we separated Beth climbed out of bed, went to the bathroom, spent
a few minutes taking care of herself, and then returned to the bed.  But
rather than climb back up and snuggle tight to my body she reached for
Mary, lifted her daughter up and away from my caresses, and whispered as
if she needed to explain her intentions.

"I love you, Daddy, but my little girl comes before you do."

"I don't mind, Honey.  Go take care of her needs, too."

I think Beth was surprised, because even as she was making her way back
to my master bathroom she kept trying to look at my face for whatever
expression I might have.  A minute later, and after the commode was
flushed, Beth brought Mary back to me.

The mother placed her daughter against my left side, turned Mary so her
left arm was draped over my chest, and then lifted the little girl's
left leg so it was over my abdomen.  But Beth wasn't finished yet,
because a moment later I felt the wonderful sensation of a hot wet towel
cleaning my cock.  It was the first time since I was in the hospital
after my open-heart surgery that a woman took the time to lave my poor
pecker clean.

After that delicate chore was complete and the wet towel was taken to
the bathroom Beth returned to the bed, climbed on, and lie down with her
head toward my feet along my right side.  I didn't need a prescription
from my doctor to know what she was going to want to do for a while.

Beth seemed almost insatiable, and I'd always craved a horny woman for a
girlfriend ... or wife.  The fact that Beth belonged to Ken made that
second option highly unlikely.

With her bald and puffy cunny close enough to enjoy it wasn't long
before I assumed a similar position between Beth's thighs.  Rather than
attempt to stir the woman to orgasm I chose to provide for her pleasure,
and just kissed, licked, and nibbled on her clitoris and profuse vulva
while she swallowed as much of my pitiful cock as Beth wanted to.

Sometime during the night Beth turned around, snuggled against my right
side, but she never let go of my dick.  As far as she was concerned it
appeared she wanted to take possession of it.

The light of our first morning together as adulterous lovers could have
gone badly, because we got very little sleep, and I had the difficult
task of looking myself in the mirror after having bedded another man's
wife.  But fate has a strange way of altering a man's future who had
little to live for, because Beth seemed playful, innocent, and smiled a
Hell of a lot more than I thought she might.  She knew what we'd done,
and yet she kept looking into my eyes as if she might adore me more than
her little girl did.

After Mary woke up the first thing she wanted to do was have a tickle
fight, and I had the wonderful task of having to fight off two sets of
female hands compared to my two male appendages.  Still, I was able to
keep Mary squealing and wiggling around, Beth giggling and hungry for
more, and my hands and fingers between their thighs often enough to keep
my middle fingers wet.

Since play was the most important task first thing in the morning, but
only after the three of us attended to our personal business, I looked
Mary right in the eyes and spoke to her as if I could be her father in
another life.

"Does my little girl wanna take a bubble bath this morning?"

"YEAH!!!"

"Can your Mommy come play with us too?"

"Kay!"

It's a good thing I owned an oversize garden tub, because with two
adults and a little girl immersed in mountains of bubbles and touching
and nearest naked body we barely had room for an orgy.

Tammy's toys were included, and just like the morning before I made a
game of driving a red plastic choo-choo over and around Mary's petite
frame while I commanded a little yellow tug boat over her mother's nude
body.  Beth seemed to like it when I made lots of circles around her
erect nipples, and she appeared fascinated that I liked her tiny titties
so much.  For an adult I think her small breasts looked much better on
her than a large set of "C's" or double "D's" on any other woman.  In
fact, it made Beth look more like a little girl than the fact that she
was hairless below her eyelashes.

Mary squealed and writhed around in ecstatic agony when I tried to drive
the red choo-choo into one of two dark tunnels between her legs, but she
never once attempted to keep me from trying every time after that.  My
wicked adventures between Mary's thighs must have given Beth an idea,
because the mother tugged her daughter close, looked her child right in
the eyes, and then spoke in an authoritative tone that couldn't be
masked as anything but a serious discussion.

"Mary?"

"Yes, Mommy?"

"Remember when your boyfriend helped you go poopie yesterday?"

"Uh huh."

"And you remember how he did that?"

"Uh huh.  He pushed his finger inside my poopie hole until it feeled
really good and helped the poopies come out."

"Was it easier for the poopies to come out when he did that?"

"Uh huh.  Lots."

"Well ... there's a special way your boyfriend can make it easier for
your poopies to come out from now on."

"Reeee-Leee?"

"Uh huh.  Do you wanna try it?"

"Kay ... but ... "

"But what, Honey?"

"Is it gonna feel good like before, or is it gonna hurt?"

"I think it's gonna feel really good, and after a while you're gonna
want your boyfriend to do it all the time, even if you don't need to go
poopie."

"Reeee-Leee?  Even just for good tingles?"

"Uh huh!  Especially for the good tingles."

"Can my boyfriend do that thing with me right now, Mommy?  I wanna feel
good in my poopie hole a whole bunch."

"I think so, Honey.  Why don't you ask your boyfriend if he'd like to
put something inside your poopie hole to help make you feel good."

Mary turned to face me, exhibited an expression on her face that made
her look like I might deny her request, and then did her best to look
like a little lost puppy.

"Mister Bart ... can you put something in my poopie hole so I can feel
a whole bunch of good tingles ... like before?"

"Sure, Kitten.  What would you like me to put in your poopie hole?"

What Mary hadn't noticed, and what Beth had already begun to work into
her daughter's right hand, was a rather firm projection from between my
thighs that would fit rather nicely inside a three year olds fanny.

Mary only became aware of what she could ask to fill her backside when
her petite digits were gripping and naturally tugging on my glans.  As
soon as she realized what both her mother and I did the little girl
grinned, blushed, and pretended to act coy.  She shrugged, tugged on my
cock as if to wordlessly tell me what she wanted, and looked so precious
in her nude innocence.

"It's okay, Kitten.  You can ask me anything you want, remember?"

Mary looked into my eyes, licked her lips as if to recall the taste of
my semen in her mouth, and then whispered as if she didn't want anyone
other than her mother and me to hear her.

"Can you put your peepee inside my poopie hole, Mister Bart?"

"I think I'd like that, Kitten, and I'll go really slow so you're not
scared, okay?"

"Kay!"

A fraction of a second later the front of my body was engulfed in the
naked warmth of a preschooler, and the mountain of bubbles that had been
between us billowed up into our faces like a toothpaste tube that had
just been stepped on.

The three of us laughed like little kids for the longest time, and to
make our time in the tub just plain old fun I made a game of wiping all
of the bubbles into tall hairdos for both Beth and Mary.  Mary got to
repeat my game on me, and she couldn't have been happier.

It took a while, because I wanted it to be Mary's idea, but once she
remembered what her Mommy had asked my petite lover snuggled onto my
lap, gave me a tight hug, kissed me on the lips, and then tried to look
demure as she whispered lewd words into my mouth.

"Can you do the peepee thing now, Mister Bart?"

"Sure, Kitten.  Turn around, get up on your hands and knees like a
little kitty, and give me some meows when it starts to feel good."

"Tee-hee-hee!  Meow!"

A moment later Mary pointed her ass in my direction, Beth was already
panting and most likely masturbating, although I couldn't see what her
hands were doing, and my little playmate had her head turned around over
her right shoulder as she proclaimed our game in session.

"Meow!"

I rose to my knees, squat down onto my feet, and pulled Mary back into
my hips.  Rather than leave Beth out and in a passive observer's role I
located her left hand, directed it to my cock, and wanted the mother to
help me tuck my penis inside her three year old daughter's ass.

Beth had her eyes half closed, her mouth half open, was already panting,
and was trembling as she wiggled the end of my cock between her little
girl's naked hiney.

"Meow!"

I don't know who was having more fun, but Beth seemed absolutely in love
as she toyed with Mary's anus using the tip of my penis.

"Mee-eee-uhh."

My left hand slipped around Mary's left thigh, my fingers were tucked
under her body, and I was able to locate and then subdue her tiny and
hungry little clitoris.

"Mee-eee ... "

Beth had gone from panting to moaning, and for a few seconds the young
and horny mother dribbled some water over Mary's ass and my cock so she
could see the moment of my penetration.  The poor woman looked crazed
out of her mind as she kept urging my penis further forward until we
both saw her pursed array of strong muscles relax enough to permit my
entry.  I think Beth flinched harder than Mary did.

"Mee-owwww!"

"Are you okay, Kitten?  Do you want me to stop?"

"Nuh ... no, Mister Bart!  It feels good!  Meowwww!"

Beth was close to climax by the time she saw Mary's pucker clenching and
quivering around my cock, the flare of my glans locking me inside her
tight ass, and very little likely to get it out unless my young playmate
was in any pain.  That wasn't likely, because I could feel her hips
begin to undulate as they had before, the preschooler gaining that same
sense of carnal awareness her Mommy had with her father as an innocent
near-infant.  But for Beth to masturbate me with just the tip of my cock
wedged inside the little girl's ass was sure to spell my doom.

I think Beth could see the effect it was having on me, because she
slowed down, gripped my penis at the base, squeezed, and instantly gave
me the strength and ambition to hold out as long as I could.

"Meow!  Come on, Mister Bart!"

"Nuuuuhhhh!"

Beth was most likely going to cum before either Mary or me.  Her hand
was relocated to my ass, and with a little pressure behind me I felt the
mother urge me to slip a little more of my dick insider her daughter's
luscious plump fanny.

My only saving grace was concentrating on what I was doing with my left
hand and fingers, Mary's fat baby quim so fun to rub and play with I was
able to immerse my mind in what that must have looked like rather than
the sight of my cock disappearing inside her butt.

"Mee-eee-uhh."

By the time Beth stopped pushing against my butt Mary's tender cheeks
were being distorted along the front of my hips, and I was dick-deep
inside a little girl who seemed to have the same genetic tendencies as
her Mommy.  I'm glad Beth didn't ask me if I'd fucked her daughter in
the ass, because I couldn't lie to the woman after what we'd done.

"Tuh ... tingles!"

It wasn't hard for me to rock back and forth a little bit to draw out
the sensation of my cock inside a little girl's butt.  As fun as it was
to fuck her Mommy I was having a hard time deciding if I might prefer
the snug dimensions of a preschoolers ass over the elegant silky feel of
a mature woman's vagina.

It didn't matter, because I wouldn't have to choose one over the other.

Mary's whimpers and mewls affected Beth more than she might have wanted,
because I heard the water splashing a little bit and felt her body jerk
and tremble as the prelude to her orgasm began to peek through.  Mary's
moans encouraged some from her Mommy, and the sound of two women having
yet another orgasm tipped me just beyond the precipice of lust.

I focused on Mary's clitoris, stroked her fanny with slow and deep
lunges, and worked my right hand between Beth's thighs so I could help
her extend her pleasure.

All-in-all the three of us splashed enough water and bubbles out of the
tub to require someone to use more than two thick towels to dry the
floor.

As the last of our shared cum slowly abated I pulled Mary backward, held
her against my tummy, and then leaned back so she could sit on my lap
with my cock embedded in her snug grip.  That just made it easier for
Beth to play with either Mary's little titties or wrestle with my digits
for command of the little girl's pussy.

Mary was out and leaning back against my body a few seconds later.

"I wanna see, Daddy!"

"Okay, Beth ... go ahead and rinse us off, and I'll hold your little
girl up so you can see my peepee inside her poopie hole."

"Fuck, Bart!  I've never been so goddamn aroused in my entire life!"

"Ha, ha ... yeah, I guess I could tell you liked the idea of your
little girl taking on some of your old habits."

Beth rose to her knees to snuggle with me, caressed her daughter's chest
and pudendum, and wiggled a digit under to feel the base of my cock
pressed tight to Mary's muscular grip.

"You know I wanna relive all those times when my Daddy had his cock
inside my ass, don't you, Bart?"

"I do now.  How often do you suppose you'll want to watch me have anal
sex with Mary, Beth?"

"Fuck ... at least twice a day ... maybe more ... but ... "

"I know, I know.  I have no intention of doing it too much, or I'm just
going to make her back door even more sensitive than it already is.  I
don't want to her her trips to the potty any more difficult than she's
already got it."

"Uhhh ... Bart?"

"Why do I get the impression something bad is about to happen?"

Beth looked down, but she didn't stop fondling Mary or exploring the
periphery of my penis as it disappeared inside her daughter's bum.  When
she spoke next it was in no more than a whisper, and I was sure the cops
were about to bust my front door down.

"I, uhhh ... I need to tell you something."

"It's okay, Beth.  We've got nothing to hide from each other any more."

"I, uhhh ... I've been putting something in Mary's food to, uhhh ...
to irritate her little poopie hole, Bart."

"You WHAT???  Why would you do that???"

"Because I was hoping her pediatrician might take the initiative and
want to ... want to do what you're doing."

"But ... why torture your little girl, Beth?  Why couldn't you just ask
the man to train Mary to like it in a nice way, or talk Ken into giving
his daughter the kind of pleasure you got as a little girl?"

"Well ... I hinted around that I would be willing to leave Mary with
her doctor for a while so I could do a little grocery shopping, but the
fool most likely just thought I wanted him to babysit her.  He probably
already has enough little girl pussy and ass to finger ... and maybe
fuck, so unless I just came out and asked he wasn't about to do or try
anything.  I guess that's why he's been so hard on Mary, because he
probably wanted to get us out of his office so nobody would suspect he
might want to have anal sex with her."

"And Ken?"

"Ha, ha ... that man has absolutely no interest in Mary's bummy.  I
think he's scared to death of getting something on him, to be honest."

"I suppose that's why you were so eager to talk me into inviting Mary
into my tub yesterday morning, huh?"

"Yeah ... guilty as charged ... just like you said yesterday."

"Ha, ha ... yeah, except the person who feels guilty right now isn't
who I'd suspected.  You've really surprised me, Beth."

"You're not mad at me, are you ... Daddy?"

"Not mad ... but a little disappointed.  Poor Mary has been suffering
with a sore fanny for ... how long?"

"Only a couple of months."

"Oh!  Well, that's not so bad.  Little girls and infants have had diaper
rashes that lasted longer than that."

"Yeah, but ... not because their mother's gave it to them."

Beth truly sounded sorry for what she'd put her daughter through, so it
was time for me to be a little magnanimous.

"It's okay, Honey.  Daddy isn't really mad at his naughty little girl.
All she wanted was for her Daddy to do the fun naughty stuff with her
own baby, and you just needed to find a way to talk me into admitting
I've been wanting a tiny lover like my girlfriend."

"You're ... you're really not mad, Daddy?"

"No, Baby.  All I ask is that you stop adding things to Mary's food so
she won't have such a hard time on the potty."

"But ... what if she doesn't want you to finger her bummy or ... give
her this nice tingle feeling?"

Beth reached under Mary, played with my balls, teased at her daughter's
vaginal opening, and caressed what little of my penis she had access to.

"I kinda don't think she's gonna want to stop this sort of game, Baby,
as long as I'm gentle, and the three of us turn it into fun rather than
some kind of perverted abuse."

"Then ... you'll do this with her some more, Daddy?"

"Ha, ha ... why the Hell wouldn't I want to?  It feels wonderful to
have my cock stuffed all the way into a little girl's ass, Beth.  The
only way it could get better is if I got to treat her Mommy the same
way."

"Uhhhhh!"

Beth nearly squeezed my balls too tight when she heard my suggestion,
but thankfully she realized what she had possession of before any real
harm was done.

"Can we ... would you ... "

"Let's get this little one comfortable, and then ask me that."

"Meow!"

I was beginning to like Beth a lot more by the minute.

After Mary was propped up in the corner of the tub with her head draped
over a towel on the integral seat I got Beth propped up on her hands and
knees facing in the same direction so we could both watch her daughter.

By the time Beth was panting and at the cusp of release Mary stirred,
saw and heard what her Mommy and I were doing, and giggled.

"Tee-hee!  Mommy's pretending to be a kitty, Mister Bart!"

"Mee-eee-eee-owww!"

"Tee-hee!"

"Come here, Kitten, and give me a kiss while your Mommy and me play our
kitty game."

"Kay!"

Mary rose, knee-walked beside my left hip, I tucked my left hand around
her fanny, tickled between her thighs, and she granted my access.  It
wasn't easy to bend forward and to the side to kiss Mary while I was
stroking Beth and working my middle finger far enough under her to play
with her clitoris, but I was bound and determined to keep both of my
playmates happy.

Mary's pucker and pussy were tickled and caressed, her lips were sucked
on and kissed, and Beth took care of shifting back and forth so my cock
could repeatedly invade her tight ass.  Her rear orifice might have been
more adult and easier to penetrate, but Beth's muscular control meant I
got to enjoy her ass just as much as I enjoyed her tight little girl's.

It was almost ten that morning before we were out of the tub, the floor
was dry, and our remaining bathroom routines were tended to.  What was
strange was Ken's lack of interest with even a single phone call all
night or that morning.  It was almost as if the guy didn't care what his
wife and daughter were up to.

We found out why later that morning as we sat on the couch in the nude,
and the three of us were either relaxing or asleep.  Thankfully Mary was
the one snoring with her face near my cock when the mid-day news came
on.  That's when we found out why Ken hadn't called.

It seemed like a queer twist of fate to his company to have a fire and
claim a half-dozen lives while Beth and Mary were snuggled in my bed
with me.

At first Beth was devastated, and Mary cried because something bad
happened to her Daddy, but I was there to console both of them.  It was
only right for me to take a less personal role in their affairs when her
family and Ken's showed up for the funeral.

Mary didn't like being away from me any more than Beth did, but until
the funeral service, and their extended family wasn't hanging around
Beth's house, I had to be relegated as friend and neighbor rather than
confidant and lover.

When my phone rang about two weeks later, and with me missing the
focused attention from two very affection females, I was ready for
anything.

"Hello?"

"Daddy?"

"Hi, Baby.  Are you and my little girlfriend okay?"

"Can I ... can we ... "

"You don't even have to ask, Beth.  Come on over."

A second later the phone went dead.

That first night we just snuggled together in my bed like best friends,
and rather than act like three sex-crazed teens we hugged, held each
other, and seemed to need just simple contact.  In spite of my desire to
have either or both of them I could be happy just holding my girls.

It took two weeks, and after a number of nightmares, but Mary was the
one who made it known that she wanted to return to more fun and joyous
pursuits.  It was during dinner on a Wednesday evening, with Beth at my
right, and at least Mary completely naked on my lap, that I was asked a
question that would forever define my future.

"Mister Bart?"

"Yes, Kitten?"

"Will you be my Daddy?"

Beth didn't stop crying for another hour.  For my little girlfriend's
mother to nearly break my ribs as she hugged my right side proved she
might also like the idea of my taking up some new full-time hobbies.

By the time the three of us were lying in bed at 8:30 that evening, and
softly talking about our potential future, I knew that I needed to work
a lot harder to fix my poor health.  If I was going to take on the
enormous responsibility of being a father, husband, and lover to two
insatiable females, one of them many decades younger than I was, I
needed to get into shape and prevent that next, and final, heart attack
Doc Philips had warned me about.

Three months later Beth's house sold, the attorneys for Ken's company
handed over a rather sizable payment to keep the young widow from filing
any law suits, and she finished all the paperwork on Ken's life
insurance policy.  It took just a couple of days for all of us to move
both Beth and Mary in with me, and they became permanent occupants of my
house as if they had always meant to be there.  But even my place wasn't
going to be big enough, so we pooled our resources, I sold my place, and
the three of us moved about six hours away.

I think Doctor Philips was more surprised I was brave enough to assume
such an intimidating responsibility after what he'd warned me about than
the broad range of ages between Beth and me.  If the man knew what kind
of workouts I was getting with Mary the man would have either freaked
out, or he would have wanted to write some fancy medical paper so he
could be famous.

Our new house is a bit larger than we need, Mary has her own bedroom and
playroom to decorate ... or leave messy if she wants, but her bed is
rarely slept on, because my California king is large enough for all
three of us to sleep in ... and play on.

It was on a cool December evening, with a nice fire going, the holiday
tree festooned with lights, decorations hanging from every limb, and
glitter hanging down like snow that I got down on one knee in front of
Beth and Mary, took one of their hands into mine ... and proposed.

This time Mary cried more than Beth did, and I think it had something to
do with her having a full-time Daddy who wasn't afraid to be intimate,
loving, affectionate, and as playful as a little boy.  It was something
she mumbled while bawling on my lap about having the best Daddy in the
world that tipped Beth over the edge, and after that they were both
sobbing tight to my body on the couch.  That only made it harder for me
to keep a grip on my emotions and the water-works at bay, but that
didn't last long.

I got a wonderful Christmas present a few weeks later that I get to open
every time one or both of my girls needs a little loving, or just good
old fashioned naughty fun.  Doctor Philips would be proud of me for
having lost about twenty pounds, tightening up my body, and improving my
heart condition enough that I don't have to take as many meds as before.

We're expecting our next baby girl in September, and I think it has to
do with a special night where I made love to both Beth and Mary when
Santa was handing out presents to lots of good little girls and boys.
For Mary to insist I give her a very special holiday gift in our bed the
same day she got lots of lovely toys under the tree was proof that she
didn't need to wrap a single thing for me.  In fact ... I like it more
when she's completely 'unwrapped' and natural.

The three of us have decided to name our newest member Kendra, and Mary
is eager to play lots of games with her baby sister.  Some of those
games might involve dolls and toys, but because Mary is now a very horny
little four year old Kendra is sure to enjoy lots of attention from her
older Sissy that nobody will ever find out about.  When Mary gets sleepy
Kendra is sure to have her Mommy and naughty Daddy to take over, and
Beth has already been hinting that I need to teach our new little girl
what it feels like to have her happy bump licked and sucked on when she
comes home from the hospital.

I'm looking forward to helping my newest little girl grow up, although
Mary keeps doing her best to corner me in the tub so I can give her some
special medicine the right way ... while she's looking up at me, and my
cock is teasing at her tight little peepee opening.

Beth just loves to watch her first little girl have a nice cum with her
new Daddy, and while she's watching Mary and me rocking our hips into
each other, or me working my new little girl's fanny with slow smooth
strokes, my new wife is panting, grunting, huffing, playing with, and
enjoying a new vibrating saddle I got her for Christmas.  Beth insists
that she wants to ride the range and buck on a high-tech bronco while
her daughter is whimpering under, over, or in front of me.

Little did I know when I walked into Doctor Philip's medical office with
a broken heart, a sorry outlook, and a lousy future, that I'd walk out
of that same office with a whole new reason to live.  My heart is no
longer broken, I have a whole new outlook on life, and a full future
with two women, and soon a third little girl, to take care of, and to
take care of me.

I'll have to send Doctor Philips a thank you card ... when Mary and
Beth are finished with me.  That might take a while.

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