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Subject: J-Girls...Part 5

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5 - Changing Partners

The door bell chimes gave their cheery announcement that someone was there. When I was alone, I could get a lot of work done but having to answer the door was one of the disadvantages. Figuring it was someone wanting to sell me something, I steeled myself with my best sales-resistance attitude and went to see. There, on our front porch was an angel. She was a long-haired, green-eyed, blond about Mindy's age, who could have sold me anything. When she called me by name, it puzzled me because I didn't recognize her.

"Hi, Mr. Danvers . . . remember me?"

Although her face was familiar, I couldn't quite place her. She probably was from the neighborhood but it didn't seem that I'd forget a girl who looked like her. From the expression I was wearing she must have figured that I was drawing a blank where she was concerned.

"I'm Vanessa Baldwin. I live over on the next street and I go to school with Mindy. I've been here before. You took us to the movies last month, remember?"

It started to come back. There was a Saturday when it was raining like hell, and I had ferried Mindy and several of her friends back and forth to the theater, in the mall. It was one of those days when everything seems to happen at once. Sue and I were scrambling around with household chores, like a couple of one-armed paper hangers. We had to get the girls out of our hair for a while. We took them, and several more children from the neighborhood, to the mall and dropped them for the afternoon. This lovely miss had been one of them, and I now remembered seeing her pretty face in the back seat, smiling at me through the rear view mirror. Only thing is, she didn't look like she looked now.

"Oh, yeah. Now I remember . . . What can I do for you?"

"Well, our school is trying to raise money to buy new uniforms for the band. I play in it and we're selling this candy. Wanna buy some?"

Like I said, she could have sold me anything. "Sure, can you take a check?"

"That's no problem. Most everybody pays by check these days."

"Good. Uh . . . listen. I have to go get my check book. Do you want to wait here, . . . or do you want to come in?"

"Gee. Thanks. I'll come in, if it's OK?"

Was it OK? Looking the way she did, it would have been all right if she'd brought a suitcase and asked to move in. I looked around to see if anyone was with her, but she was alone.

Closing the door behind her, I started for my check book. I figured she'd wait by the door but she followed right behind me. Thinking back, I recalled seeing this child on other occasions. I hadn't paid much attention to her in the past because she was so ordinary. She wasn't ordinary today.

Before my relationship with Mindy had blossomed, I never gave much thought to preteen girls. Now it was different. Several of the girls who came around to see Mindy were cute, and I'd already sized them up, wondering what they'd be like in bed. If I'd never touched Mindy, this girl would still have caught my eye. She was something to see. What had she done to herself? It must have been a recent change for surely I would have noticed her before this.

We had a sitting room where Sue would write checks and keep our monthly accounts organized. There was a small writing desk in it and a wooden file cabinet where she stored our stuff. I sat at the desk and rummaged around in the drawers looking for our checkbook. I was distracted by my young visitor. She came to stand next to me, a lot closer than she should have.

The weather that day was unusually warm for April. Miss Baldwin was wearing a pair of the tightest shorts I think I'd ever seen. It looked as though they had been sprayed onto her. If she was wearing anything underneath, she was a master of disguise. The only thing I could see was her, and she looked great! The shorts were made out of some kind of material that molded itself to every curve of her body, and the kid had some curves. No fooling, it was almost like she was naked. You could actually see the outline of her cunt, pressed up against the material, and in the back, well, she had just about the finest ass I'd ever seen. As if that wasn't enough, the legs of the shorts were trimmed in lace.

She also had on a tight fitting tee shirt that carried the name of some beach resort. I couldn't tell you what beach it was if my life depended on it. There was no sign that she was wearing a brassiere, but she could have used one. This newly pubescent salesgirl was hardly full grown, but she had a pair of the nicest, little tits you'd ever want to see. I mean, her boobs were small but they had a roundness to them that was just about perfect. It looked unreal, like she had padded herself, but there was no mistaking the outline of her nipples, pushing through the shirt. It was her under there, no doubt about it.

All this, with the bright, red lipstick she had on, gave her a naughty, sensual look that sent my blood pressure soaring.

My mouth began to go dry, the way it did when I was about to have sex with Mindy. This child was playing with fire, coming in here alone with me, and dressed the way she was. You had to wonder about her parents, allowing her to go out looking like she did. The girl couldn’t have been more than twelve-years old, but she was a dirty, old man's dream. If ever a kid looked ripe for the picking, this one did.

My hands trembled as I wrote out the check. She was standing right next to me and my eyes were just about level with her waist. She was really getting to me. Fire alarms were going off in my head as I tried to picture what she'd be like in the buff. With the outfit she had on, it wasn't all that difficult.

Once I had the check written, I had to stand up and break the spell. "Here you go. Do you have to sell much more candy?"

"Oh, not much more. It goes really quick. Mr. Stein, the band director, says I'm one of the best salesgirls he's ever seen."

I could certainly believe that. It was a good thing she wasn't selling something more expensive than candy. "Well, good luck to you."

As we stood there talking, I couldn't help leering at her. I eyed her up and down the way you would some bimbo on a street corner. She lowered her eyes, but otherwise my staring didn't seem to bother her any. Naturally, my prick started to swell in response. If I didn't get her out of the house right away, I was going to be in big trouble.

With a gesture toward the front door, I moved her off in that direction. She kind of stepped out in front but she was really more alongside. The hall was somewhat narrow at that point and she brushed up against me. As though it had a mind of its own, my hand went to her ass. She froze. I froze. Whose move was it?

After a few seconds she turned her head and looked up at me. You'd have thought she'd be in shock or outraged or something. Nope. She looked me right in the eye and there was just the beginning of a smile on her face. I was astounded. What the hell was going on? Was she inviting me to play? Was this delicious looking, young witch telling me that I could fool around with her? It seemed too good to be true and I told myself there had to be some other explanation. If I made another move on her I'd probably be in jail before the sun went down. My hand came away. She turned her head back and walked to the door.

As she left the house, I watched 'Miss Jail Bait' until she was out of sight. Would they lock me up for doing it to her just once? Maybe I could plead temporary insanity. I'm sorry, your honor. I didn't mean to touch the kid. I just couldn't help myself.'

Coming back down to earth, I speculated on what had just happened. The kid was extremely good looking, she knew it, and she was just showing off. As far as it went, that was OK. However, it also looked like the girl knew what a body like hers was for and maybe even had done it once or twice. That's what bothered me. Unless the girl was a complete ninny and it sure didn't seem like it, she had to know what kind of message she was sending. She was far too seductive for it to be an accident. But how could that be? She had an air of self confidence and sophistication way beyond what you would expect from a twelve-year old. Something was definitely wrong here.

Then, I thought of Mindy. They were about the same age. If Mindy knew what it was all about, and she certainly did, why couldn't my recent visitor be just as experienced? Looking at it that way, things began to make sense. Except that Mindy didn't act the way that girl did. It was like the kid was advertising herself. Still, if somebody was banging that little pixie, it would explain a lot. It still didn't explain why she came around here, though. If she was cruising for sex, and it sure looked like it to me, why would she hit on somebody old enough to be her father? Again, I thought of Mindy but rejected the idea. It would have been too much of a coincidence. When a hot, little number like this Vanessa went looking for it, she wouldn't go after a man like me. Such things just didn't happen. Her stopping here was no more than what she'd said. I was a customer for her candy and nothing more. I was willing to bet that some school boy was waiting for her, and before long he'd be sliding those lacy britches down off her ass. Whew! What a thought. I'd have to ask Mindy about this girl. Since they were friends, Mindy might know what she had been doing.

Oh, well. Back to work. I'd only been in my office a few minutes when I heard the front door open. It was Mindy, home from school. She went right up to her room. This Vanessa was still in my thoughts and I wanted to ask Mindy about her. There was something else on my mind, too. Quickly, I considered when my wife and other daughters might be coming home. If I didn't take too long, there would be just enough time.

From the very beginning, Mindy went along with whatever I wanted to do. No matter where or when I approached her for sex, she readily submitted. Over the preceding months, we had fucked in every room of the house, the kitchen, all the bathrooms, all the bedrooms, the dining room, my office and the basement. If this sounds like we were doing it every day, we weren't. I couldn't just take my daughter by the hand and go off somewhere, whenever I was feeling a little horny.

The last thing I wanted was for Sue to find out what was going on. Often I felt like a spy stealing secrets. Whenever I wanted to fool around with Mindy, I had to be sure no one would see us. Sometimes, like on her birthday, I would pay a late night visit to Mindy's bedroom. This was chancy because Sue could walk in and catch us. The idea of that happening made me a little nervous. I told you about my fantasy, where Sue and Mindy and I would all be in bed together, but I wasn't so sure it would have actually turned out that way.

It was much better when Mindy and I were alone. This didn't happen all that often, but I made the most of whatever opportunities came along.

My wife worked in real estate and kept irregular hours. She did her best to be home for the girls but sometimes it just couldn't be. There were occasional afternoons or evenings when she had to be away. It was generally at these times that Mindy and I did it.

If it were an evening, I would get the younger girls off to bed as early as I could. Once they were asleep, and sometimes even before then, Mindy and I would start. It was great. As I've said, we moved around the house and did it in different rooms. Foreplay with Mindy was supremely exciting, especially at the beginning of our relationship. She could tell from the way I was looking at her that it was going to happen but she’d act like we’d never done it before. She’d blush and keep her eyes down while I undressed her and just generally be shy. I had to do most of the work. Once we really got into, though, she’d enjoy it as much as I did. I tell you, it was great. Sometimes we'd do it twice. One night, in the beginning, I fucked her three times!

By now you might think that I'm a shameless barbarian. Well, perhaps. Before you cast judgment, though, just remember. You weren't there. Reading about it is not the same as living through it. I didn't set out deliberately to debauch my daughter. One thing led to another and before I knew what was happening, we were doing it. Yes, and I did eventually go after Polly, too.

After the first time with Mindy, in my office, I kind of held back from going after her. At first I wanted to cut into her again, as soon as I could. Once my emotions cooled, I was quickly overcome with remorse and vowed not to go near the child again. On several occasions I even came close to confessing to Sue. This didn't happen, though, and by the time of Mindy's birthday, I was ready to tackle her once more. Seeing her dressed the way she was that afternoon, is what did it. If only Sue hadn't fixed the girls up to look like a couple of streetwalkers. It's possible I could have stopped after that first masturbatory episode in my office, but once I actually got into bed with the child, all bets were off. After I'd gotten a good taste of what Mindy was like, I wanted her more and more. I was hooked and I could no more control myself than an alcoholic or a drug addict.

This isn't about Polly, but since I've brought it up, I'll tell you a little of what happened. Like I said, on the nights when Sue had to work, it was up to me to make supper for the girls, check on their homework and send them off to bed. One night, about a month or so after Mindy's birthday party, I made my first move on Polly. I'd sent all the girls up to get ready for bed. On this night there was a lot of giggling and clowning around and they were just taking too long. So as to hustle them along I went upstairs.

Polly's room was at the top of the stairs and I headed in there first. She was in the midst of changing into her pajamas. Normally I would have knocked but this time I didn't. Polly was standing by her bed wearing only her underpants, no top, no shoes or socks, nothing but a pair of briefs. It really was my intention to simply hurry her along to bed. Our summer at the nudist colony had taken the edge off everyone's modesty, so Polly wasn't too disturbed at my seeing her almost naked. I can't say the same for myself. I scooped up her pajamas to help her into them and took her by the arm. As soon as I touched her, everything changed.

Life is full of surprises, isn't it? My interest in Polly had certainly been aroused, but until that moment I'd never seriously considered touching her. After all, I had my hands full with Mindy. Without thinking about it in any way, I pulled Polly close and began fondling her. There was no self reproach, no agonizing over the morality of it, nothing. I just went right into it with her.

Let me tell you something. At that age Polly was already sexually appealing, and in her underpants she was irresistible. As soon as I touched her I got a hard-on; a steel hard, ramrod straight, stiffer.

She was so pretty. Even fully dressed, my little brown-eyed Polly was a charmer. Naked, she was breathtaking. Her skin was velvety smooth and creamy soft. Polly was, how shall I say it, trim and fit. As I ran my hands over her supple, slender form I marveled at how good she felt. There was no flab or fat, just delightfully smooth, young girl flesh. And then there was her scent. Mindy had a scent, too. It was a sweet, young girl body odor. It made my mouth water and I wanted to crush the girl in my arms and even bite into her, she was that appealing.

My adventures with Mindy had deepened my interest in and appreciation for young girls. So much so that I no longer felt any guilt or shame at what I was doing. In fact, it seemed to me that I had every right to be ravishing the child. She was, after all, my daughter. I had raised her and was responsible for her. She was mine to do with as I pleased and it pleased me to be alone with her, to see her naked and to caress her. With a flash of insight I saw that later, when she was grown I would not do this. Now, though, while she was fresh and young and innocent, I would enjoy her. Girls like her were meant to be enjoyed. Why else would I, or any man, be drawn to her? Standing there, in her panties, there was a fragile, helpless quality about the child that aroused a special kind of lust in me. She was mine. I could do whatever I wanted with her. I could possess her in a way that I could never possess a woman. Yes, I could see it clearly, now. This was a unique time in her life. She was able to both stimulate and satisfy me in a way no woman ever would.

All this, and more, flashed through my mind as I savored my first sexual contact with Polly. Only nine-years old and yet so enchanting. I had not done anything with Mindy until she was almost eleven. Years of enjoyment wasted. I should have taken her sooner. Mindy's time would end long before Polly's. Given her determination, I could see that when Mindy tired of playing, the game would be over. Somehow I didn't think it was going to be that much longer, either. Mindy was growing up fast.

Then I thought of young Suzy, coming up on her sixth birthday. I would not lose a moment of Suzy's youthful vitality. Perhaps now, she was a bit too young, but soon she would be ready. Yes. Her and Polly and I, together. The three of us, all naked and all in bed at the same time. How wonderful that would be!

I had actually thought about bedding Polly and Mindy together, but something about the idea didn't seem quite right. The two older girls were friendly rivals and did not often see eye-to-eye on things. They were not a likely pair for what I had in mind. On the other hand, Polly and Suzy were close. They often played together and there was an obvious bond between them, that was not there for Polly and Mindy. Yes. That was it. Now that I had started on Polly I would show her the ways of love. I would teach her what to do. Then, in a few months I would bring Suzy into it. Suzy would be an acolyte at the altar of love, while Polly was the main offering. For now though, it was just Polly.

I put my right hand at the back of her head and gently pulled her close. She came to me willingly, but with an embarrassed kind of smile. She and I had never done anything like this before. She didn't know what was coming, exactly, but it looked like she wasn't going to object, either. My left hand went to her breasts. I was suddenly enthralled with them. She was just beginning to show growth. It would be quite a while before she needed a bra, but her nipples were definitely coming out. I carefully tweaked them between my fingers, drawing little circles around them and sure enough they got hard. Then I leaned over and softly kissed her. I'd kissed Polly many times in her life but this was different. This was an erotic kiss and her eyes grew big in surprise as my tongue forced its way past her lips into her small mouth. I only lingered there a moment or two. Just long enough to get the taste of her. Then I moved down her neck and onto her perky, little tits, where my tongue did a dance around her nipples. She shivered in response and I loved it. I was getting good at seducing little girls.

Mindy wore underpants that looked like they belonged on an older girl, or even a woman. They were brief, flimsy things, cut high on the sides and came in erotic, pastel colors that matched her little bras. The way the thin, filmy material swept away from her crotch in front, and from her ass in back, and then raced up to the waist band gave Mindy a leggy, seductive look that drove me crazy. The damn things didn't cover much, but I loved the way she looked in them. It was just about impossible for me to see Mindy in her underwear and not end up fucking her. Indeed, sometimes I did not undress her past this stage. I would merely pull the skimpy garment aside and do it to her.

Polly was wearing the same kind of revealing briefs. They were an exotic, dark green color. Why did they make stuff like this for such young girls? Who did they think was going to see it? Like Mindy, the panties gave Polly a leggy look that I found irresistible. Glancing down, I could see the mound of her pussy and her cunt lips outlined through the thin material. There was a slight stain there, too. Perhaps from her urine. How long had she been wearing them? From the way my emotions were heating up, I knew that before long I'd be fucking her, or at least trying. I didn't know if I could penetrate the girl. She was younger, and smaller, than her sister. There was only one way to find out. My hands slid down her waist to the elastic of the panties, and with a sweeping movement I pushed them down over her hips and dropped them to her ankles.

"You're so pretty, darling, so very pretty. I have to see how pretty you are."

It was stunning, seeing and feeling her up close in such an intimate fashion. It was happening almost like it did with Mindy. I sat on the edge of the bed, while Polly stood quietly in front of me. She watched me through heavy lidded, half closed eyes. Her lips parted just enough to show the tip of her tongue peeking out. She had a submissive, expectant look about her that I found energizing. She was completely under my control. I could do anything and she would not object. Such a precious, beautiful child. I steadied her with an arm around her waist, my hand lightly resting on her naked hip. My other hand slid down her stomach, over the mound of her pussy. Well practiced now, I knew what I could do. Unhesitatingly, I gently probed inside her, while watching her face for a reaction. She began to take on a dreamy, detached look. The outer lips of her cunt were firm and smooth. Inside she was soft and warm. Working my finger around the interior walls of her vagina brought on moisture. She was smaller and tighter than Mindy. My middle finger just barely made it all the way in before coming up against the back wall of her opening. Fucking her would not be easy. I'd have to put it off until she was a little older.

I could not come away with nothing, though. I would taste that delicious looking, little cunt. Carefully, I picked Polly up in my arms and laid her on the bed. Spreading her legs, I kneeled and brought my face up close. What a sight! A lovely, nine-year old, virgin, never before touched by man. Not having bathed yet, that evening, the scent of her pussy was strong. She gave off a heady, musky odor, that I found intoxicating. I brought my mouth to her opening and kissed the chubby, young pussy lips. My tongue could not wait to go inside and lick her.

That was about all there was to it. After a few minutes of this, and with great reluctance, I pulled her pants up and had her slip into her pajamas. I didn't show myself to her or have her touch me in any way. After another soft kiss on the mouth, I stuffed her into bed. As I was walking away she spoke. "Goodnight, daddy."

I didn't go after Polly near as often as I did Mindy, and for a long time it was just kissing and touching. I was pretty sure my lovely little girl was too small to fuck and I didn't want to get myself so worked up that I would hurt her. When she got older things would be different. Then too, Mindy and I were really rolling and there often wasn't much incentive for me to do anything with her sister. Eventually, I did show Polly my cock, though. Once I started playing around with her, there was no way I could deny myself this treat.

Funny. I'd always made sure I was alone with either girl before I touched her. Still, over the months I began to suspect that each girl knew I was fooling around with the other. Whether they'd confided in each other or simply spied on me I don't know. I never thought to ask.

My tale here is not about Polly, so I won't give you a lot more of what happened. For now it's enough for you to know that she didn't remain untouched. This is really Mindy's story and I want to tell you about her.

With thoughts of Vanessa still strong in my mind, I made a quick tour of the house to make sure all the doors were locked, and then headed to Mindy's room. My cock stood up to attention as I climbed the stairs. Mindy glanced around when I walked in, and turned back to her work. She was at her personal computer, checking for E-mail from her friends. Most of the kids she knew had computers and they often corresponded with each other this way.

Walking up behind her, I gently massaged her neck and shoulders She was so graceful and slender. You could feel her thin, light bones through the flesh. I didn't think I'd ever get enough of touching her. She didn't say a word and kept on typing.

Our relationship had deepened. We were at the point, where I had only to touch her or look at her in a certain way, and she knew what I wanted. It wasn't necessary to go through a long seduction. Oh, at times I would play around with her and work up to it really slow, but at other times, like now, I'd be in a rush and we would go right into it.

With an easy familiarity, I let my hands slide down over her chest to cup her breasts. Mindy wasn't quite as well developed as her friend, but there was more to her tits now than there had been the previous summer. They were getting to be like little lemons on her, and I loved to play with them. "One of your friends was just here."

Mindy stopped typing but left her hands resting on the keyboard. "Who was it?"

Undoing the buttons on her blouse, I reached inside. "It was Vanessa. She was selling candy for the school band."

Unmoving, she allowed me to explore inside her clothes. It was electrifying to feel her smooth, bare skin. I could hardly wait to get into it with her.

"Yeah. She told me she'd be coming by for that. I was hoping to catch her. I wanted to talk to her about something."

Leaning over I buried my face in Mindy's neck. My hands were inside her bra. "She's a pretty girl. I'd never noticed before how pretty she is."

Mindy stiffened her neck a little as a chill of excitement raced through her. Good. I had her going. We'd be doing it, soon.

"Mmmm . . . You think she's pretty?"

With my hands still inside her bra, I made a move to stand up. "Yes, I do . . . Let's get on the bed." She followed and we quickly stretched out in each others arms.

I could sense the nervous energy building in Mindy. It came easily to her now. We'd been doing it long enough that she was used to my ways. Also, I hadn't touched her in over a week, and we were both eager for it. We kissed, and while we did I pulled her blouse open. I had to break off in order to slide her jeans and panties down. That was it. There wasn't time to get naked. We'd done it this way before and Mindy knew how it worked. She helped me pull her clothing away, and then mine. Like well-rehearsed actors, our moves were smooth and quick.

Within a minute or so after lying on the bed we were on our way. Mindy had yet to sprout hair between her legs, and the outer lips of her cunt still had that firm, smooth feel that you only get in a young girl. For just a moment or two I finger banged her. She started to lubricate so I brought my cock around. Mindy's pussy was still tight, almost as much as when I'd first fucked her. Ever so gently I pushed into her. It pinched a bit but it was a joyful pain. Mindy liked me to get up inside her in a certain way. As I pushed in, she would roll her ass and flex her legs, working my cock into her sweet spot. These moves of hers were very stimulating, and on more than one occasion I'd shot my load into her before we'd really got started. I had to restrain myself so as not to pop off too soon.

To help stave off an early ejaculation I continued our conversation. "How well do you know Vanessa?"

I loved it. We were as intimate as two people can be and were still carrying on a discussion. "Well, we're in the same grade at school and she lives over on the next block."

When we were positioned together just right, we began to fuck. Slowly, at first, then faster and faster as the sweet pleasure overwhelmed us. "Do you know if she's still a virgin?"

Once we got going, Mindy liked to close her eyes, but she kept up the conversation.

"Why do you want to know?"

Interesting. She seemed to have the answer to my question but she was reluctant to pass it on. "If you'd seen the way she was dressed today, you'd know why. Is she a virgin?"

".......I don't think so."

That grabbed me. Knowing that someone had fucked that juicy, little wench sent chills racing through me. I wondered who the lucky guy was. With a painful stab of envy, I pictured some pimple faced, young geek bouncing her ass off a mattress. Did he know what he had? Did he realize what a treasure the girl was? What a waste. Pussy like that was meant for someone older, and more experienced. Someone like me. I was banging into Mindy harder and harder. It wouldn't be long now. "Who does it to her? Does she have a boyfriend at school?"

It was becoming hard for Mindy to talk. She was on the verge of an orgasm.

"I . . .don't think it's a boy . . . I think it's somebody, uh, older than . . . her!"

Under the circumstances, the significance of her remark didn't register with me. I was coming. In quick succession I fired several huge gobs of semen into Mindy's cunt. It bubbled out onto our thighs as I pressed into her. It was quick, but oh, so satisfying. God, she was good!

We had also breached another taboo. It was now OK to discuss the sex lives of Mindy's girlfriends and for one of them, at least, there was definitely something to talk about.

It was tempting to just lie there, and hold Mindy in my arms but the others in the family would be returning home soon; and we had to clean up.

"Do you know who it is that's doing it to Vanessa?" I was dying to find out.

From the look on Mindy's face I could tell that she knew. I saw something else, too. Maybe people really can read each other's minds. You know how that is? You look at someone and you know exactly what they're thinking. At that moment I realized that Mindy and Vanessa had been exchanging information. That cute blond knew about Mindy and me. She had come into the house, alone, looking like she did and knowing that I liked young girls. That was either very bold or very foolish. How could she know I wouldn't do it to her? It was a stimulating thought, but then a chill of fear went through me. Nobody was supposed to know what Mindy and I were doing. I'd made it clear that this business was to be our secret.

"Yes . . . She told me."

It was slow going but I had to know. "Tell me. Who's doing it to her?"

"It's her father."

She might as well have hit me with a baseball bat. "She . . . They're like us?"

"Yes."

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