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 With the swift passage of time following the Los Vegas trip, I felt that
our lives were spiraling out of control and there was nothing I could do to
check it.  The dam had burst and I was being swept away in the headwaters.
I had naively thought that once Jean's fantasy was fulfilled, things would
get back to some semblance of order but that never happened.  I don't know
what I was thinking because witnessing her enthusiasm toward her ravishment
and the heights of ecstasy she achieved I should have known right then and
there that her appetite would never be sated; at least sated by me.  Our
weekly couple's night turned into couple's weekends and even that was
expanded to include occasional get-togethers on evenings during the week.
Every one of those events included a thorough fucking of Jean by Phil. 
They were acting like teenagers.  Even though we often fucked, Mary and I
were being left out - me more than Mary because, according to her, Phil
managed to give her a robust sexual drubbing on a weekly basis and
sometimes more.  I was getting little or nothing in the way of intercourse,
from Jean, and those times when it did happen, were losing intensity for
both of us since Jean's cunt was now totally stretched beyond the ability
of a normal man to satisfy her.
   At the risk of losing her, I had to bring this thing to a head and tell
Jean that things just couldn't continue like it was.  It took me several
weeks to get up the courage to bring it up to Jean but after a week where
she fucked him four nights in a row, I had no choice.  I took her to a nice
restaurant where I could be sure that she would not have an emotional
outburst in the middle of what I was going to say.  I could keep the tenor
of out discussion soft and she would have some time to think it over and
deal with it before we finished our meal.  My plan was almost foiled when
she, unbeknown to me, extended an invitation to Phil and Mary to join us.
Fortunately, I had clued Mary into my plan as she was just as affected by
what was going on as I was.  She deftly skirted the invitation by claiming
that her in-laws were coming over on Friday night to see the kids.  Their
visits had been the only reason our tryst nights were ever cancelled.  I
became extremely friendly with Phil's parents for that very reason.  I
needed the relief they provided.
   Friday night came around and when it was time to leave to make the
reservation, Jean came down dressed in rather casual clothes.  I was
wearing a suit.  I told her that we were going to look like a very odd
couple and extremely unlike her, she just shrugged her shoulders and walked
out of the door and headed for the car.  Was something up?  Did Mary tell
her what this was all about?  I could already tell that this was going to
be a very uncomfortable night.
   We were seated in the restaurant at a corner table that I had requested
when making the reservation because it was the most.  After we got our
drinks and ordered our meals, I wasted no time in telling her what was on
my mind so that the time to eat the meal would buffer her temper.  I was
direct and to the point.  I told her that she had to stop it with Phil and
return to our marriage.  I had gotten so worked up in telling her all of
this that I became red in the face and was visibly shaking but I kept my
voice down and my temper in-check.  Well, she didn't.  She yelled out, "You
son of a bitch!  You have been as much a part of all of this as..."
   Seeing all heads turn toward us, I interrupted her with, "Shhh!" which
only made her madder.  She stood up and abruptly threw her napkin at me and
stormed to the restroom leaving me the target of everyone's stares and
curiosity.  I gave the room a half hearted smile while shrugging my
shoulders and turned to my scotch on the rocks for comfort.
   Our meals were served and she remained in the bathroom.  I was now
totally mortified as everyone's attention was drawn to the waiter placing
her meal at the empty seat.  I took a hefty gulp of scotch and was about to
get up to get her when she came walking calmly back to the table and sat
down as if nothing happened.  Fortunately, my false start could have been
interpreted as gentlemanly politeness in welcoming her back.  I handed her
napkin back and sat down as gracefully as I could manage considering the
effects of trepidation wracking my body in anticipation of what she was
going to say.  I sat with my hands in my lap while she picked up the
utensils and began to eat.  There was no way I was going to be able to do
that.  My hands were shaking so hard that I wouldn't even be able to grasp
the fork let alone get it to my mouth.  I just stared at her.  I was really
confused because the expression on her face was so calm.  I can tell you
that for the last couple of months, I was feeling like a total stranger
because of the way she was acting with me.  I had feared that our
relationship, our marriage, was over.  I was expecting the next words that
came out of her mouth to be, "I want a divorce!" and I was shocked when
actually said, "Your right, things have gotten way out of control.  It will
stop." I mulled those words over and over in my head for quite some time
before I could say anything.  I was examining them for a loophole and
testing their sincerity by thinking back to the way we use to communicate.
Thing had become very different since Vegas and I was not sure she was
talking to me the same way she did before the trip.  I decided that she
was, at lease I wanted her to, and tried to formulate a command that would
restore my masculinity and give me some sort of power in our relationship
going forward.  But, what came out was, "Do you still love me?" Those words
hung in the air a little too long for my comfort.  She looked like she was
examining her feelings for me just as I had examined every word of her
admission.  Our eyes were locked while I waited the verdict.  I felt like I
was sitting naked in the freezing cold, shaking uncontrollably with shivers
that went up and down my torso.  I am sure it was plainly visible to her
and to everyone in the restaurant who were hanging with me in anticipation
of her response.
   Her expression became mellow, her eyes softened and her lips tightened
and began to quiver.  She was about to speak but clearly couldn't get it
out.  My heart was pleading for an answer.  I needed to know one way or the
other if our love affair was over.  As she tried to form words with her
tremoring lips, her eyes welled up and a flow tears spilled down her
cheeks. Everyone around us got silent as she began to speak.  All she could
manage to get out was, "Gary... I'm sorry... I love you," and broke into a
rather forceful sobbing.  I could hear the hushed buzz of sympathetic
response from our evesdropping audience as they wormed their noses into our
private business.  I realized then that taking this into a public setting
was a big mistake.  I was hoping that no one that knew us was present. 
With her sobbing so hard, there was no way that we were going to finish our
dinner so I stood up and took her hand and lead her away from the table. 
By this time, there was no pretense of everyone's invasion of our privacy
as all eyes in the restaurant were glued to our every word and every move.
I told her to go to the car while I paid the bill.  The manager who knew us
as regular customers was quite gracious and handed me his business card and
said, "Call me and settle up later." I thanked him and bolted to catch up
with Jean as she was going out of the door.
   Things seemed on a more even keel from that point forward.  Jean and I
had an open discussion with Phil and Mary to rein in the hedonism and
attempt to rescue our friendship.  Like everything else, Phil seemed to
take this in stride and offered little comment.  Mary and Jean bawled their
eyes out and embraced each other like teenage girls.  We all agreed on a
path forward and I, at least, left there happy that I would once again have
my wife to myself.
   As our lives got back to normal, our focus moved from ourselves to the
kids.  They were kind of community property among us, and we divided our
time with them so that they had almost constant adult supervision which was
still Ok with Katie but not with Pip.  At 14, he wanted his independence
and was becoming resentful of all of the attention he was getting from us.
He especially resented his father because he was getting stricter with him
and severely restricted his circulation among the various groups and
cliques at school.  As any father who was concerned with his son's
wellbeing, Phil wanted Pip to travel in only the best circles to get the
best leverage to his future.  The only problem was that the best circles
were no fun.  Since I was the closest to Pip of the four adults, he
confided in me and told me that he just wanted a little more freedom and
that the constant supervision was just unbearable.  I told him I would try
to help but could make no promises.
   The first opportunity I got to talk to Phil alone was after he returned
from a weeklong business trip and I picked him up at the airport.  We made
the usual small talk and I brought him up to speed on the kid's activities
and used that to segue to a discussion about Pip.  I asked him to think
back to when he was 14 going on 15 and the need to strike out on your own.
He struggled with this approach because he apparently made some pretty bad
choices when he was young but he didn't have a father around to guide him.
I told him that Pip not only had a father that loved him but he also had a
surrogate father that loved him also and between the two of us we would be
vigilant, but at an arms length, in developing his character.  I also
reminded him that Pip already had a strong character and has never caused a
minute of trouble and maintains a 4.0 average in school.  What else can you
ask of a kid?
   I talked to Pip that afternoon while I was taking him to club soccer
practice and told him the good news and that he would be able to join the
school sports teams where he would get much less supervision from the
adults in his life and let him get closer to his school friends.  He was
elated and when we got out of the car gave me a big hug in front of his
gathered team mates an act seeming out of place considering he wanted his
independence or at least to appear that way in front of his peers.  I guess
he is grappling with the age old problem of puberty, the body growing
faster than the mind; half of the brain wanting to be grown up and the
other half seeking refuge in the safety of childhood.
   We all saw less of Pip after that or should I call him Gat?  That is
what all of his friends call him now.  Don't ask me what it means or how he
got it but there it is.  Now, all of my attention was given to Katie and
she loved it.  She had a crush on me and I did nothing to discourage it.  I
loved the way she held onto my hand everywhere we went in public and often
hugged onto my arm when we were walking slow enough.  She cozied up to me
every chance she got.  Even though I was being deceitful, to the world I
looked like a proud papa showing off the special relationship of daddy and
his little girl.  God was I happy!  With Pip, I mean Gat, it was a guy to
guy thing always oriented toward some kind of competition or competitive
event.  In reality, the young buck was practicing for the time when he will
challenge and eventually conquer the silverback.
   Things were changing with Katie too as she was now 12 years old and
starting on her way to becoming a woman.  She was always a beautiful girl
just like her mother.  People were attracted to her just because of her
appearance.  She always got picked first for group activities, all of her
friends wanted to include her is whatever they had going on.  In short, she
had it good.  She, like Jean, appeared oblivious to all of the attention
she drew.  She handled it well and didn't let it go to her head.  It was
for those very reasons that I couldn't understand why she needed so much
attention from me.  You know, we had always been so close physically,
holding hands and hugging, that I didn't notice her growing up.  One day
when I dropped her off for a school event and watched her walking away from
me and it was as if I looking at her mother.  She was wearing a pretty
short skirt showing of some very mature looking calves and thighs.  Her
legs were beautifully shaped and no longer the spindly limbs of a little
girl.  Her butt too was nicely shaped and protruded ever so slightly under
the back of the skirt and between her still narrow hips.  I could detect
the formation of a womanly waist being carved out of that once straight up
and down torso.  Her hair had changed from the bright red she had as a baby
to a flaxen yellow with only the slightest hint of red.  I wasn't sure if
she was dying it but thought not since it was so shiny and smooth; not to
mention her tender age but these days, who knows.  It was long and brushed
strait and sections pulled back from the sides and tied into a ponytail to
drape down her back in that cute style of a 12 year old girl.  Her gate was
surprisingly mature and I am ashamed to say titillating.  I was actually
getting slightly aroused when she broke out in a girl-like run with her
ponytail swaying back and forth in sync with her pace and ended with a
little skip when she reached her friends breaking my spell.
   Driving in my car on the way back home, I had to take stock of what just
happened.  I wondered if fathers ever got similar erotic feelings for their
young daughters.  Was this a normal feeling or was I struggling with
pedophilic urges.  What was I going to do?  The more I thought about what
just happened the more excited I got.  I was in full erection.  I was
remembering all of the times when we were in physical contact and wondering
how I would react to that after what just happened.  The memory of her soft
touch and the heat of her hand in mine were making it worse.  I was in full
sexual arousal thinking about her.  I could feel her breathing and hear her
breathing as if she was lying against me.  I thought of all of the times
when she kissed me with little girl intensity and sometimes on the lips.  I
was beginning to confuse this with real adult passion.
   When I reached home, the house was empty.  I went into the den and saw a
pair of Katie's sweatpants and the sweatshirt that she used almost year
round at our house since Jean kept the house pretty cold during winter and
summer.  I gave them to her so she could keep get comfortable while she
waited at our house after school for her parents to get home.  She would
scoot them on usually over her school clothes as soon as she got in.  They
were folded neatly on the seat of the rocker where she usually sat unless I
was in the room when she would join me on the love seat to watch TV.  In my
heighten state of arousal, I couldn't resist scooping them up ad running
upstairs with them to my bathroom.  I was crazed with lust and turned the
unwashed sweatpants inside out and pressed the crotch to my face in the
hope that there would be some evidence, a hint of her scent that proved she
wore them.  I struggled with my belt with my free hand and then had to put
the sweatpants down for me to extract my overly stiff cock in order to work
out my relief.  I brought her garment back to my nose and inhaled deeply in
search of her scent but all I could smell was the clean smell of soap and
what ever she used to keep herself clean and fresh.  Undaunted by the lack
of pheromones, I just imagined her young pussy rubbing against the material
I held tightly to my face and this was enough.  My hand was only supplying
minor support to my cock when the thoughts of Katie's immature cunt drove
my sperm from my balls and out of the end of my dick.  I quickly brought
her sweatpants down to my prick and dumped several loads directly on the
inside of the crotch.  I used the material to complete my masturbation and
sop up all of the messy cum.
   I was immediately remorseful for my depravity; for my betrayal of her
implicit trust in me.  Then, seized with panic, I realized that I had no
time to wash them because I had to leave again to pick her up at the
school. In my hysteria, I couldn't remember why I came all the way back
home when she was only going to be there one hour.  There had to be a good
reason but I just couldn't concentrate on that when I had to find a
solution to this dilemma.  When I bring her home, she is going to want to
put these on to keep warm in air conditioned den.  The globs of white sperm
were by now being absorbed by the fabric and a dark border was spreading
out from the pearly mounds of cum.  I pulled a stream of paper from the
roll hanging next to the toilet and tried my best to scoop the goo from
inside the crotch but the dark wet stain left behind was like a neon sign
advertising my evil deed.  In desperation, I pulled the hairdryer from the
drawer to use it to dry up my mess.  It didn't seem to be working too fast
and time was getting short.  I pressed the nozzle against the thick
material in an attempt to speed things up but that overheated the device
and it shut itself off.  I ran down the hall to the upstairs laundry and
threw them in the dryer.  That was taking too long to heat up and I had to
leave.  I threw open the door and grabbed them and ran to our bedroom and
searched for Jean's travel hair dryer and found it in a bottom drawer. 
This time I was going to be more careful and force myself to be patient. 
The high pitch whine of the dryer was painful to my ears but I suffered
through it.  I could see that I was making some progress but it was very
slow.  I got it to a point where the stains were only slightly damp and not
nearly as visible.  Leaving the bedroom torn apart, I ran back down stairs
and neatly folded the sweatpants and placed them on the seat of the rocker.
Somehow, it didn't look right but I couldn't waste any time trying to
figure out why so I ran out to the car and headed to her school.  Half way
there, I remembered the sweatshirt that I left somewhere between the den
and our upstairs bath.  I also thought of the mess I made in the bedroom
and the two hairdryers left out on the counters.  If for some reason Jean
comes home early from work and sees a disturbance to her perfectly kept
home, she is gong to wonder what happened and start asking questions. 
Every excuse I could thing of seemed lame as I practiced them in my head.
One after the other, I abandoned them and searched for a new one when I
arrived at the school and saw Katie standing there all by herself at the
curb.  She looked pissed.  Now I had to come up with something to placate
her.  I abandoned all planning for the other excuses and the best I could
come up with for her was, "Sorry, I got hung up at the bank!"
   She looked puzzled and said, "Bank?  Did you pick up my bag?"
   Holy Christ!  That is what I went home for; her dance attire.  I had to
take her to her dancing lessons now and I forgot and I know how dedicated
she was to dancing.  She would really be pissed now.
   Pleading my case, I said, "Sorry honey but I was so long at the bank, I
couldn't make it home."
   Surprisingly, her pissed off look softened and she looked at me saying,
"That's all right, I need a break anyway.  I would love to just like to
curl up with you on the couch and watch a movie or something.  Ok?"
   I was pleased to be off the hook but had a little trepidation about
bringing her back home in case the evidence of my indiscretion was not
completely dry not to mention her wondering why her sweatshirt was laying
somewhere leading to my bathroom.
   I said, "Sure honey, anything you want."
   On the drive home, I again struggled to find answers to all of the many
possible questions that could arise from what she finds upon entering the
house but, looking at her mare thighs unconsciously spread apart by this
unsuspecting young girl, I kind of drifted off to ponder what she may have
meant by "or something." We were well on our way and she was shifting and
moving around in full body animation to what she was saying.  What that
was, I couldn't tell you because I was so distracted by her youthful creamy
thighs.  Watching her skirt ride up to her crotch, I realized that she
wasn't wearing her seatbelt and hesitated in telling her to buckle up
knowing that it was going to limit the show she was presenting.  I found my
responsible self and said, "Honey, buckle up in case we get into an
accident." And pausing briefly to get up the courage, I added, "I wouldn't
want anything to happen to such a beautiful young woman as you."
   She immediately complied and got very quiet.  I could sense the
anticipation hanging heavy in the silence and feel her staring at my face
but hadn't the courage to return the glance.  I could feel her looking at
me all the way home but she said nothing more.
   Hearing the click of her seatbelt buckle after we stopped in my
driveway, I finally turned to look at her but she was by now looking where
she was going as she slid out of her seat.  I did get a great look and her
bare thighs as she spread them wide to step out of the car.  She ran ahead
and used her key to open the door and entered our kitchen.  I hurried to
try to get ahead of her to distract her from my bungled indiscretion but I
couldn't catch the swift child.  She threw her schoolbag and purse on the
countertop and ran into the den and the first thing she noticed was the
missing sweatshirt.  She asked where it was and I told her that it must
have taken it upstairs and that I would get it.  I was expecting her to ask
my why I would have taken it up there but instead, she said, "I'll get it!"
   I immediately panicked and sprang to the stairs only to be two steps
behind her as she bounded up.  She apparently was thinking I was playing
with her and challenging her to a race.  Our relative positions on the
stairs had me looking straight at her muscular behind as it gyrated back
and forth beneath the short skirt as she sprung like a gazelle up the
steps. As luck would have it, I was treated to a view of her pantied ass as
she gained a few steps on me so I slowed down slightly to get the better
angle.  As she hit the top of the stairs, she turned to gloat in her win
and gave me an even closer view of her cameltoe as she raised her arms in
victory pulling her skirt sufficiently high to display herself to me.  She
was going to be built just like her mom.  With the silken material of her
panties pulled in deep from her exertions, she was displaying a puffy vulva
that was much larger than what I would think a 12 year old girl would have.
With such a trim and muscular body, you would never suspect there would be
that much body fat concentrated in one area.  It had to account got the
majority of fat on her slim figure.  It certainly was not evident anywhere
else.  But, then again, I hadn't seen anywhere else in a couple of years.
Things had obviously changed a great deal since then.
   She sprang to my bedroom, looked around and said, "What happened in
here?"
   I blamed Jean saying, "Jean was running late and had to scramble to get
ready for work this morning and I haven't had a chance to clean up."
   That one seemed to work despite the fact that was obvious to everyone
that Jean was a manic-compulsive and never left anything messy, no matter
what.
   Always willing to help, Katie perkily said "I'll clean it up," and
picked up each item of Jean's clothing laying about and neatly folded them
and fastidiously placed them in the open drawers closing them as they were
filled.  I took advantage of her distraction to slip into the bathroom
closing the door behind me and quickly straightened up the mess and flushed
the piles of stiffened toilet paper down the toilet.  Seeing the
sweatshirt, I picked it up, folded it like Katie would and walked out of
the other door into the sleeping area of our bedroom around the corner from
Katie.  I said, "found it!" and walked around to show her.  She had
finished tiding up and grabbed the shirt out of my hand and said, "I'll
race you!" and headed out of the door toward the back stairs down two
levels to the den.  I took my time following all the while scouring the
room for anything out of place.  Satisfied that Jean would not notice
anything, I headed down to join her.
   By the time I got to the Den, Katie had pulled on her comfy outfit and
was sitting on the loveseat with her legs tight together and curled tight
beneath one side of her butt.  She was leaning awkwardly toward where I
normally sit propped up by her left arm.  Sporting a big bright smile on
her pretty face and patting the seat beside her, she invited me to join
her. I sat down and she nestled into me and wrapping both her arms around
my arm leaned her head to rest it on me.  I took the TV remote in my free
hand and turned it on hoping there was something interesting to watch.  I
was trying to concentrate on the TV but I found that she had imprisoned my
right arm against her budding breasts with my hand firmly pressing into her
warm lap.  I began to think more about my arm then the TV when she said, "I
want to watch a movie.  Let's watch Ghost, her favorite tearjerker."
   She released my arm so I could get and trying to hide my reluctance I
put the DVD into the player and returned to my seat next to her.  She had
adjusted her position and this time when she captured my arm my hand ended
up flat on the cushion between her thighs and my wrist tight against her
cunt.  I tried to pull it out or readjust it to minimize the intimacy of
out contact but she wasn't going for it.  She actually rocked her crotch
several times pressing her pussy against my wrist while settling into her
cuddle.  I was beginning to think she was being sexual but tried hard to
get that thought purged from my brain.  I wasn't going to go there.  That
was the ultimate taboo.
   We watched the movie like that for the longest time all the while I had
to fight my bad thoughts.  My wrist became very sensitive to even the most
subtle movement of her crotch.  As the movie went on, she was getting
emotional and I could feel her cunt getting hotter against my skin.  My
penis had been reacting to this situation and was by that time approaching
an explosion.  I had to take immediate action to avoid that.  I pulled to
get my arm away from her telling her that I had to get up.
   She said, "No!" and squeezed her thighs tightly closed to trap my arm
and prevent me from getting up.  I pulled harder and by the look in her
eyes, she was getting welcome stimulation from the movement of my arm as I
tried to pull it out.  This was too much and I was about to blow so I
rolled myself to my feet while she tried to hold me to her on the couch.  I
saw her eyes divert downward and she suddenly let my arm go and I sprung
upright in a move that placed my tented pants directly in front of her
face. Her eyes were glued to it and I froze in pace.  I looked down to
assess the damage and could see that my cock must have been totally
perpendicular to my body presenting the maximum tentage that I could.  I
slammed my hand at it to adjust myself so that it was less obvious but that
just served to move it around a bit making matters worse.  She now was more
aware of the tent pole than the tent itself.  I fumbled clumsily with it
before having the sense to turn and walk away.  As I went up stairs, I
called back, "I'll be right back.  I have to take care of something." On
the way up the steps, I was kicking myself over how I reacted and what I
said.  Why didn't I tell her that I had to go to the bathroom?  What the
hell would she think it was that I was taking care of?
   When I got to the bathroom, I splashed cold water over my face and neck
and struggled with getting those impure thoughts out of my head.  I was
mortified that she had to see me like that.  What must she think of me?  I
was in there a good ten minutes before the flush left my face and my cock
deflated enough that I could give it a tuck.  For that purpose, I got a
jock strap out of my drawer and secured my bad boy in place and returned to
the den.
   Kati's eyes were fixed on me from the time I entered the room at the top
of the stairs and didn't break contact until I resumed my place next to
her. So that she couldn't trap my arm again, I slid it across the top of
the sofa and above her shoulders.  She leaned into my chest and put her
hands on me near her face.  Her head was turned so that her ear was against
me and she could hear my heart beating.  As she listened to it, she slid
her right hand over my heart and looked up to my face.  Reluctantly, I
turned my head and made eye contact with her and was drawn to her like I
had her mother.  Tenderly, she whispered, "I love you."
   How should I respond?  She was just too young to understand what she was
saying.  She couldn't possible mean the kind of love that was driving me to
distraction.  She had to mean the kind of love we have always had.  I've
told her I love her a thousand times.  Is that what I should do?  Will she
interpret it the way I mean it?  How do I mean it?  No, will she accept it
as she always had that I will always protect her and be there for her.
   I made my choice since I did love her with all of my heart and could
never hold it back from her.  I said firmly, "I love you too Katie."
   She adjusted her position to look me straight in the eye and said, "No!
I mean I LOVE YOU." The look on her face was quite serious not like the
child I was use to hearing that from.  This time there was real emotion
attached to it.  She sounded like an adult.  But, she was just a child.
   Suddenly it hit me that my sperm was touching her thighs right now and
that I was not thing of her as a child when I jerked off in her sweatpants.
I could feel my cock thickening again ad was glad that I took a precaution.
I brought my arm around her and pulled her to me in order to break the eye
contact and with it the mood.  However, feeling her warm body against my
chest was not breaking the mood so I grabbed her by both shoulders and
pushed her out at arms length and said, "You know that I love you and will
always love you.  Don't ever forget that.  I will love you until the day I
die.  Now let's watch the rest of your movie."
   She was starting to look confused.  She said, "I don't want to watch the
movie.  I want to talk."
   I was dreading that but consented to her demand.  I turned the sound off
but let the movie continue to play.  I sat back and said, "What d you want
to talk about?"
   She looked right at me and said, "What did you do to take care of that?"
   Trying to buy time to formulate an answer, I said, "Take care of what?"
knowing full well what she meant.
   Without hesitation, she replied, "You know.  How did you take care of
your thing when it was like that, you were gone a long time?"
   Well, there was no denying that she saw evidence of my "thing" and she
deserved an answer so I told her the truth.  "I put cold water on my face
and neck and tried to change what I was thinking until it went down."
   "What were you thinking," she said with sincere curiosity.
   Reluctantly I told her the truth.  I said, "I was thinking about sex."
   "With me?" she said in surprise.
   I really struggled with this one.  I had always been honest with her and
didn't want to start lying to her now so I said, "Yes but that was wrong
for me to do and that is why I left the room.  I'm sorry."
   She broke out in a big smile and threw her arms around my neck and said,
"You do love me."
   I pushed her back again and said, "Of course I do but not in that way."
   "But you just told me that you did think of having sex with me," she
said.
   "I know I said that and I was thinking about sex but I didn't mean that
I wanted to have sex with you.  At least not right now" I blurted out like
an idiot.  I was wishing that I could have pulled those words back but it
was too late.
   She shot back with, "Then when?"
   Exasperated I said, "Katie, we can't have sex.  You're just a child and
I'm a grown man." "You said that I was a pretty young woman.  That means
I'm not a child." She complained.
   I said, "Katie, I could go to jail for having sex with you.  Do you want
that?"
   "No!" she said.  "But that means that you do want to have sex with me
but you're afraid I would tell on you."
   "No honey.  I trust you implicitly.  I know you would never do anything
to hurt me but it's just wrong for grown men to have sex with young girls.
I'm sorry, I'm really sorry but that's the way it is."
   I could tell she wasn't convinced but she was smart enough to drop the
topic for now but, somehow, I knew she would bring it up again.
   We continued talking for a long time jumping from topic to topic but one
thing I detected was that she was really mad at her father.  I probed to
see what the problem was but she was reluctant say much.  I light bulb went
on in my head and I remembered the night she saw her dad with my Jean and
thought that may be the problem so, in the spirit of our open dialogue, I
brought it up.
   I asked, "Are you mad at you're dad because of what you saw him do with
Auntie Jean?"
   She looked shocked and said, "Do you know about what's going on?"
   At first I thought she was referring to the night when Jean first had
oral sex with her dad but then I thought about what she just said and
wondered if something was still going on.  I said, "What do you mean?"
   She welled up a bit and said, "I didn't want to say anything but my dad
is screwing your wife." in a tone that made it clear that both her dad and
Aunt Jean were on her shit list.
   "How do you know?" I asked
   She said, "Because I watch them."
   "Watch them," I screamed.
   "Yes, their doing it all of the time and I can see them going at it in
the spare bedroom through the adjoining closet door.  They don't even check
to see if I'm at home," She revealed.  With a look of sadness and pity for
me she said, "I would never chat on you.  I love you.  I want to be your
wife even if I am too young to marry you."
   I pulled her to me to accept her love and pity.  I needed time to digest
what she had just told me.  I had to get away to think this thing through.
   We talked more about it and she gave me a lot more details of when and
where Mary was during all of this and where she thought I was.  She kept
returning to the details of what she observed during their lovemaking and I
began to indulger her because it was giving me a charge.  She described
their positions and of the noises they made and things they said.  I
realized that she was just as turned on as I was and that we would have to
separate soon if I was not to ravish her or from the sound of it, her me.
She clearly enjoyed talking about the oral sex but was most curious about
what fucking would feel like.  She couldn't understand how her father's big
dick could fit inside of a woman.  She told me that she at first thought
Jean was screaming in pain while being fucked but when she saw that they
did it so often she realized that it must be something that women liked.
   I was so happy that I had put that jockstrap on or I would be tenting
all over the place.  Katie's face was beet red with a sexual flush and mine
must have been the same.  I was at the limit of my ability to control
myself and knew that we had to immediately separate before I ravished her.
Fortunately, her body was hidden under the bulky sweat suit or I probably
would have been groping her by now.  Just as I was about to burst, Jean
came through the kitchen door upstairs and called down to us.  The sound of
her voice had the same effect as a bucket of cold water being thrown on
rutting dogs.  I reacted out of fear of getting caught but Katie for
another reason.  Based upon what she told me, she was never going to like,
let alone love, Jean again.  Jean being oblivious to Katie's hatred for her
would go on trying to treat the girl in the loving way she always had. 
Katie, on the other-hand, despised her but would out of love for me,
tolerate Jean's presence but avoid her whenever she could.
   Katie got up and headed for the back door before Jean could come down. I
asked her if she was going to leave the sweats but she said, "I'll take
them home to wash them.  I must have spilled something on my lap.  They
feel stiff and scratchy inside," and bolted out of the door to go home.
   When Jean came down the steps to the den she said, "It smells funny in
here.  Were you exercising or something?"
   I said, "No, Katie was here after school and we watched a movie."
   "Oh yea, what movie did you watch?" she inquired.
   I said, "Ghost, her favorite."
   "Did she cry during the entire move?  Where is she anyway?" she asked.
   "She went home a couple of minutes ago." I responded.
   "She did?  No one's home yet.  You better go bring her back," she
commanded.
   I was wondering how she knew that no one was home at the Gifford's. 
Phil should have been home a couple of hours ago.  In fact, so should have
Jean.  Maybe all that stuff Katie told me is true.  There couldn't be much
doubt about it though, no 12 year old girl could make up the detailed
descriptions of sex acts as she revealed to me.  I really knew the truth
and I had to make up my mind as to what I would do about it.
   I got up and headed to the Gifford's to retrieve Katie but halfway over
I could see Phil's car in the driveway and the house was lights as if they
were settled in from work so I turned back wondering how Katie was dealing
with her father.
   A few more weeks passed with me ignoring the elephant in the room.  I
knew it was there but Jean had no I deal that I could see it.  I could tell
by her actions that she was trying to hide something.  Now I could watch
for all of the signs and she wouldn't have a clue that I was observing.
   In all that time, I hadn't been alone with Katie for even one minute but
we exchanged knowing glances like secret lovers every time we met.  We
weren't lovers and nothing sexual really happened between us but we acted
like it did.  I was comfortable in knowing that Jean would have nothing
over me concerning Katie that she could bring against me when I finally
confront her and confront her I will - eventually.
   Jean was scheduled to be out of town on a business trim when Mary
approached us to watch Katie for a week while they accompanied Pip, as they
insisted upon calling him, to an international soccer tournament in Chile.
Gat was the star player on his team and this was an opportunity to lock in
a scholarship to a big name school and couldn't be passed up.  Gat, because
of the scholarship, had an excuse to be out from school but Katie had to
attend school all week.  Both Mary and Phil wanted to be part of this big
event so they asked if we could watch her so the both could go.  It goes
without saying I was reluctant t volunteer for this considering our
vulnerability being alone together.  I kept my mouth shut but it was Jean
who offered my services knowing full well that she was going away.  I
cautiously agreed and Katie ran over and jumped up on the front of me
wrapping hr legs around my hips to which Jean scolded, "Hey!  That's my
husband there young lady and don't you forget that." Everyone laughed at
her wit but me.  I was scared shitless.  What in the name of God was going
to happen when the two of us were left alone together for an entire week?
   I had an entire month to prepare for our adventure.  I tried to think of
ways to keep us apart as much as possible but couldn't come up with a
solution to the sleeping arrangements when both of us would be most
vulnerable.  I was just as much afraid of what she was going to do as what
I might do.  I never did come up with anything that would guarantee each of
our safety; at least the days would be a different matter.  I planned to
keep her at school and busy with all of her extra curricular activities
from morning `til late in the evening to avoid the near occasion of sin.
.When we were at home, I planned to keep myself busy in my office or in my
exercise room while she did her homework, practiced music, and watched
television.  When we went to bed, I was going to lock my door!
   As plans go, this was a pretty good one only, like every other plan it
went out the window once the first salvo was fired.  That week turned out
to be the last week of the school year and it ended with a half day session
on Tuesday leaving us to be together 24/7 through the Next Monday morning
when everyone else would return.
   Jean left the house for her trip early Friday evening and the Gifford's
on Saturday morning kicking off my week of self-imposed celibacy.  We
weren't 10 minutes away from the airport and Katie dropped the bomb, "You
are going to make love to me aren't you Gary?"
   I said, "Katie, Your parents plane just got off the ground and you're
coming on to me.  And, what's with the Gary?  What happened to Uncle Gary?"
   With her quick wit she spat back, "If my parents weren't headed to
Santiago, we wouldn't have the opportunity to make love and, you're not my
uncle."
   Katie, I said that I love you; not that I will make love to you. 
There's a big difference."
   "There is no difference.  We're in love and that is what people in love
do." She quipped.
   Katie, "Drop the subject or I'll have you on the next flight to Chile
before you finish the next sentence," I barked.
   She hung her head with a mischievous smile and said, "I don't have a
passport."
   Seeing her being so coy made me laugh.  She looked back up and laughed
with me.  What really scared me though was her wit and cunning.  I may have
taken on more than I could deal with.  This certainly was not the average
12 year old girl.  This was going to be harder than I bargained for.
   I was getting hungry and asked if she wanted to stop into McDonalds for
lunch.  She said, "No.  I would rather go to a restaurant where we can get
breakfast.  I haven't eaten yet today."
   I was a little surprised at her request and that she would turn down a
trip to McDonald's.  What child would ever do that; what adult would turn
it down?  I can see that she is much more mature in her thinking than I was
giving her credit.
   The only acceptable place I could find was a Cracker Barrel right off of
the Interstate.  She was a little reluctant to my choice but her hunger
over-rode her resistance and she agreed.  The place was packed with the
lunch crowd and we had to wait for seating so we perused the gaudy shop as
we waited.  Funny but she went right to the toys and found a soft huggable
teddy bear that she liked.  Of course, I bought it for her.  I re-evaluated
my opinion of her maturity based upon selection.  She looked so adorable
and child-like holding that teddy close to her chest that I couldn't take
my eyes off of her.  I was looking at a beautiful child but seeing a
desirable woman.  Yes, I felt even more desire for her now that she is a
child again.  It was sick.  I was so turned on looking at those sensuous
legs and small breasts crushed under her teddy bear.  Her angelic face was
beautiful and oh so young and I wanted her.  If I could, I would have
ravished her right there in front of the crowd of people.  The child sex
was the trigger.  I was not going to b able to resist these cravings when
we got home so I badly needed a diversion, for me more than for her.
   When we were eventually seated, she ordered a cheese and mushroom omelet
with a side of crisp bacon which didn't seem like something a child would
order.  I ordered blueberry pancakes with sausages on the side.  She sat
teddy in the vacant chair next to her and tied a paper napkin around its
neck just like a child would do.  God I was excited.
   After eating, we stopped downtown before going home and I took her into
the museum and we looked at all of the artifacts and talked about them like
two adults.  She was most interested in Egyptology but the exhibit was very
small, I promised to take her to the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York
so she could see an extensive collection of Egyptian art.  She wanted to go
this week while we were alone but I told her that I wouldn't take her out
of school.  She begged me to take her later in the week when school lets
out.  I said, "We'll see." Which sounded too much like a parent than a... I
am not sure what I am to her.  I almost said lover.
   After the museum, we walked through the shops along the street until
early evening when we stopped into a nice Italian restaurant where she
ordered Noodles Alfredo and I had the Veal Marsala.  The bread was
extraordinary.
   We then took in a movie and finally headed for home.  She fell fast
asleep before we got to the house and I carried her and teddy into the
house and directly to her bed in the room we set up just for her when she
stays over.  Laying her down, I considered taking her close off but thought
it too dangerous and just took off her shoes.  I tucked her in under the
covers and kissed her on the mouth just because I wanted to.  She stirred
with the kiss but didn't wake, thank God.
   I closed up the house and jumped into the shower to try to relax and
freshen up before getting into bed.  Thinking back on my time with Katie
during the day my cock began to thicken.  Her expectations are something I
have to assure will not be met this week but I couldn't help indulging in
the fantasy, When I pictured her standing there holding the teddy bear my
cock sprung to attention and I spent the next 10 minutes or so masturbating
as I dreamt of what could possibly happen but I must prevent during this
coming week.  I had to let up on my strokes to prolong my pleasure and
eventually stopped jerkin it entirely as I was getting close to coming.  I
was tingling with sexual excitement from the tips of my toes to the top of
my head when a vision of her beautiful face flashed into my mind causing me
to explode in climax without any manual stimulation to my cock.  I watched
spurt after spurt shoot out of my cock and fall to the shower floor where
they were swept down the drain with the flow of water cascading from my
body.  I was happy that I got through the first day but worried that I was
not going to make it through the week without fucking that beautiful child.
   Sunday started out bad.  Katie was very uncooperative.  Over my strong
objections, she wore an extremely short skirt to church making my look like
a real pervert to those who knew us and like an ineffective father to those
who didn't.  We sat in the last pew so as not to have everyone see her like
that and we argued when I told her not to go up to communion dressed like
that.  When she got loud with her protests, I backed off so as not to draw
attention to us and told her that I wouldn't go with her.  True t her
threat, she sashayed down the center aisle all alone and displayed her
underwear below the short hem of that ridiculously short skirt.  I probably
should have walked close behind her to block everyone's view because every
eye in the house was on her.  She brazenly walked up to the communion rail,
received the host and turned and walked back just as boldly causing the
priest to lose his concentration to drop the next two hosts on the floor. I
knew I was going to hear about this either from the pastor or from Phil and
Mary when they find out what a spectacle she made of herself in public. 
There is no doubt that they will find out.  I wouldn't doubt that there is
someone calling them from the vestibule right now.  They will never trust
her to my car again.  At this moment, I hope they don't.  I had a long talk
with her after that and told her that I will never take responsibility for
her again because of the embarrassment she caused me.  I told her that she
was too immature and I had better things to do with my time than to be with
her and have to endure that kind of treatment from her.  She reacted again
like a child to my scolding and cried her heart out.  She was inconsolable
and pulled away from me when I tried to comfort her in her pitiful display.
When we got back to the house, she sprinted up the stairs to her room and
slammed the door behind her.  I could here her crying from down stairs in
the kitchen and was getting worried about how I handled the situation and
felt that she had fallen out of love with me.
   I got myself a cup of coffee and sat at the counter and listened to her
weep.  I tried to convince myself that it would be a good thing for her to
detach from me and that would take away my growing temptation.  The good
part of me found many reasons to reinforce that line of thinking and I
began planning how we would interact in a new, more distant, relationship.
Things would be a lot easier and I would have a lot more time on my hands
to do other things rather than be her social secretary and chauffeur.
   When her crying stopped, everything got silent and I assumed she had
fallen to sleep so I went out on the driveway and picked up the Sunday
paper and settled in the den to read it.  In about a half an hour, I heard
Katie creeping down the stairs to the den with a very sheepish look on her
face.  She had changed into a more modest skirt of reasonable length and
blouse that made her look more like a 12 year old.  She stood at the bottom
of the stair with her head down and remained silent.
   Looking at that little girl standing there like that, I could feel the
sexual heat rising in my loins which annihilated all of the resolve I
amassed only a few minutes before.  I felt like ripping those clothes from
her young body and screwing her brains out.
   Regaining control, I settled myself and said, "I'm sorry sweetheart,
that I scolded you like that.  I kind of lost my temper.  I won't do that
again.  How you dress is a matter better handled by your parents and not by
me."
   She said, "No Uncle Gary, you were right, that was a pretty childish
thing to do, especially in church.  I am really sorry and I will try to act
my age." Hesitating for a bit she continued, "Do you still love me?"
   "Of course I love you.  I told you; my love for you is forever.  That
means even when things get tough... especially when things get tough.  My
love for you is unconditional." And I said it in all sincerity.
   With that, she broke into that beautiful smile of hers and bounded
across the room and jumped onto my lap with a force to my testicles that
racked me with severe pain.  I cringed and moaned and shoved her aside to
relieve the pressure from my balls.  Realizing what he had done and almost
by instinct, she reached down and grabbed my crotch with her hand in an
attempt to soothe my pain.  I didn't know which was worse to me; the shock
of her grabbing my balls or the searing pain but, the light pressure of her
palm was unusually comforting.  I didn't react.  I just sat there.  I
didn't move her hand which was directly on my testicles.  It seemed to have
the effect of drawing the pain out of them and within a few seconds, the
pain was gone but her hand wasn't.  It was still there.  I couldn't figure
out whether she didn't know how to gracefully back off or that she knew
exactly what she was doing.  Long seconds went by and neither of us moved
the hand.  I was looking at her face but her eyes were looking at my
crotch. I could feel her fingers moving ever so slightly to manipulating my
balls.  With a look more of concern than curiosity, she said, "Does it
still hurt?"
   It didn't but I didn't want to admit it.  I was enjoying this too much.
With the pain gone, I was now feeling a sexual charge from what she was
doing and I didn't want her to stop.  The longer her hand was on me the
more charged I was getting until my dick started to sprout.  It happened
quickly and right along the side of her hand.  She had to have felt it but
she didn't immediately react but her eyes were certainly observing it.  I
could follow them following the growth of my cock under my slacks.  It was
expanding to prop up a tent in my trousers but her grasp on the material
around my balls was preventing it getting any height.
   She turned her gaze to me and said, "I never felt anyone's balls before.
They're nice.  I didn't think they would feel like this and I thought they
would be smaller." After massaging them for awhile, she said, "This is
nice. I like the way they feel."
   I remained frozen with pleasure and was doing nothing to stop her.  She
returned her eyes to my lap and slid her hand up to slide along my
distended cock.  She first traced its form and then slid her fingers around
it and took a firm grip squeezing it now and then.  She released the
pressure and began to slide her hind up and down along the fabric when I
finally had to stop her.
   I didn't say a word but her expression turned pouty and she said, "I'm
sorry.  I didn't mean to do that."
   Holding her wrist, I looked her in the eye and said, "Yes you did, and I
liked it.  But, we can't be doing this.  We have to stop."
   The look on her face became soft and loving.  She spoke softly saying,
"I love you and I want to please you.  I want to feel what it's like.  I
want you to be the one; my first."
   "I know sweetheart; I know," I said, "I would love to be your first but
I just can't.  You're mom and dad trust me.  I have to be the adult here."
   "I trust you.  I want you to be my first and I want you to be my only"
she pleaded, "I know it must be wonderful because I've been watching them
for a long time and it is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," she
said with conviction.
   By them, I knew she was talking about her dad and my wife.
   I know I willingly volunteered to be a cuckold but I cannot tolerate
their deception.  I am being deceived by my wife and my best friend.  Trust
hell!  I trusted those two and see where it got me so why should I care
about their trust in me?  I made up my mind not to care.
   There was only one stumbling block left and that was Mary, her mother.
She never betrayed my trust.  She has declared her love for me and me for
her.  We have a kind of marriage going on between us, even though it was
founded in infidelity; we remain more faithful to each other than our
spouses to each of us.  What would Mary do if I fucked her 12 year old
daughter?
   While I was lost in my thoughts, Katie had leaned into me and the moment
I became aware, she pressed her full lips to mine.  Without hesitating, I
let go of her wrist and wrapped my arms around her and pulled her tight to
me.  I had to roll from a sitting position in order to get her body as
close as possible to mine.  We ended up with me lying on my back along the
sofa and she lying fully on top of me.  In this position, my boner was
pressing somewhere between her spread thighs which she brought together
trapping my cock in its tent in a vice-like grip.  I pressed my tongue
against her lips but she didn't immediately open her mouth; she clearly had
no idea what to do.  I pulled away from her lips and said, "Honey, open
your lips and do what I do."
   When our lips again met, I pressed again with my tongue and this time,
her lips let me pass with little resistance.  I could feel her jaw opening
to accept me.  My tongue was in her mouth; her first kiss of passion.  I
explored her mouth and played with her tongue and began to taste the fresh
liquid of her mouth as it joined mine.  I felt her smooth even teeth and
the soft well beneath her tongue.  She adapted quickly and joined in with
the exchange.  She began to moan into my mouth and occasionally exchange a
breath through our mouths as our breathing synchronized in passion.  She
reminded me of her mother with the ardor of her kiss but I tried not to let
my mind to go there for fear it could chill this exchange with her virgin
daughter.
   Her breathing was getting very heavy as she went on the attack to
explore my mouth.  Her small sweet tongue explored my mouth in a pattern
copied from me.  I allowed her free rein and tried to capture every excited
breath she exhaled.  Her hips began pressing into me in a search for
stimulation.  I slid my hands to her ass to assist her movement.  Her butt
cheeks were extremely hard from years of ballet training and soccer play. I
could feel the muscles pull taut along her crack as she pressed her pubic
bone into me.  Suddenly she ground her crotch into me and grunted into my
mouth as her orgasm hit and hit hard.  She raised her head from mine as a
scream rose from her throat to fill the room with the unmistakable sound of
female climax.  Her hips convulsed against me and she dug her nails into my
neck in the troughs of her passion.  At that point, I wanted to flip us
around and slam my cock into her virgin cunt and join her in her ecstasy
but I remained still alloying to enjoy her first major orgasm to completion
while I observed.
   As the intensity diminished her head came back down slowly to me and she
rested her face on my cheek.  She was spent but still breathing hard and
gasping as she tried to find the right rhythm with her breaths.
   Lying limp on top of me I could feel her thighs relaxing and releasing
my erection.  I couldn't resist the compulsion to press it upward searching
for her to workout my own relief.  She was so exhausted that she couldn't
keep her legs together or possibly, she didn't understand what I wanted her
to do.  Selfishly, I rolled her around and under me and proceeded to
frantically hump her thighs.  Again, she couldn't maintain the connection
as her legs spread from my movement so I scooted up until I was actually
humping her crotch.  Even through the layers of my slacks and boxers, I
could feel the crevice of her sweet young cunt.  As if I had a key to open
the gates, her legs spread wide to grant me direct access to her baby
pussy. She grunted along with me as I humped away at her virgin body.  The
heat emitting from her crotch was tremendous and I could feel her working
up to another climax.  I rubbed my cock against her cunt as hard as I could
until I burst into my orgasm, dumping my sperm inside my pants.  I
continued thrusting with the feeling of slippery cum keeping my cock hard
until I brought her off again.  Her second orgasm was just as intense as
the first and lasting just as long.
   I lay there on top of her believing that I had caused her first adult
climax; not only once but twice.  But, in my exhaustion, I must have placed
too much of my weight on her chest and she began to struggle to capture a
breath.  I raised myself up to give her some relief but left my crotch
nestled with hers trying desperately to maintain the aura of our simulated
union.  Catching her breath, she extended her arms around my neck and said,
"Now I know you love me.  That was the best."
   I said, "I told you not to doubt me."
   I was beginning to feel sloppy as my cum cooled and I felt the need to
clean up.  I kissed her again and said, "Honey, I've got to clean myself
up. I'm going to take a shower."
   She wanted us to take a shower together but I thought we had better cool
things down a bit for the day.  She had school to finish this week and her
mind certainly wouldn't be on school and her friends if she was thinking
about and romancing the experience of her first fuck.  It would have to
wait until she was out of school but not longer.
   I took the opportunity, upon getting off of her, to look directly at her
splayed crotch as I pushed myself up.  I held the view for a long while to
burn to memory.  Her vulva was very swollen and spread apart from being
squashed by my cock pressed against it.  Like her mom, she had a similarly
large clit that I could clearly see through the wet panty which was made
transparent by her flowing juices.  I couldn't resist the temptation so I
leaned down and planted a kiss on her panty directly over her open cunt but
she flinched and grabbed at my head naively unaware that it was not a
disgusting act as in the eyes of a child but an extremely enjoyable
experience that she will enjoy and crave as a woman from this week on.  I
will have to teach her everything.
   We had gone this far and I committed myself to taking it all of the way
before the week was out.  Once I surrendered totally to the inevitability,
I concentrated on planning an experience for her that she would cherish
forever.  The only question then was how much do I teach her now?
   Things really changed between us after the couch incident.  She became
overly clingy and always attached to me; either holding on to me or sitting
on my lap.  She was always trying to kiss me on the lips which became a big
problem when I dropped her off at school.  There we were, blocking the
drop-off zone, with her refusing to get out of the car.  She kept pawing me
and leaning over to me in front of the entire student body and under the
scrutinizing eye of the security guard.  I told her that she only had a day
and a half to go in school and it would be over in the blink of an eye. 
She was having none of that and wanted me to take her back home with me.  I
lied to her and told her that I had a business meeting and couldn't take
her.  She was turned in such a way on the seat that her shout skirt had
ridden up and I could see her pantied crotch between those beautiful
thrashing legs.  I was weakening when I heard the security guard ask, "Is
there something wrong?"
   I replied, "No, she just doesn't want to go to school today."
   Her response didn't help, "Then take her home but you've got to get
moving.  You're holding everyone up."
   I baked, "Get out now!" at Katie and she just smiled back and rocked
over the console throwing her arms around my neck and planted a long
sensuous kiss on my mouth while I tried my best to remain tight-lipped and
stone-faced in an attempt t be uninvolved in the kiss.  She broke the kiss
with a "Plop" and trailing a string of saliva that clung between our
mouths, turned and slid out of the car leaving the door wide open.  I
couldn't get out of the car to close it because I was sporting a hard-on
that would be immediately obvious to the security guard.  Fortunately, the
guard, in an attempt to get the line moving again, slammed the door but
leaned to the window and said, "What the hell was that?" I thought, "Oh
shit; she knows!"
   Then she said, "Kids?  There's only one more day of school and they put
up such a fuss.  I pity you parents."
   I was relieved; she didn't see that.  But, boy, that was close.
   Katie became distracted by her friends and the year-end school
activities.  She had a group of friends over Monday night and I dropped her
off at Sharon's house on Tuesday night.  Wednesday was taken up by a
School's-Out picnic sponsored by her soccer club.  Then, Thursday came
around and we would be alone together for the first time since our couch
affair.  I realized that she would expect me to do something but, in all of
the commotion of the past few days, I forgot to plan out the anticipated
seduction.  I didn't know how far I should go with her and what I should
teach her.  I didn't know how to start.  I didn't even know if she still
wanted to go for it.  However, I did know that I wanted to.
   My blood would boil just from looking at her.  She had her mother's body
only scaled to her 12 year old frame.  And, she was virgin.  She was every
man's dream.  I don't know why it is but every man wants to be the one to
relieve a girl of her virginity.  It is our mission in life but few of us
get to realize it.  I know I wasn't Jean's first and none of the girls I
fucked before her were virgins.  In fact, I have never even seen a
maidenhead and I know I have never felt one with my cock.  This will be my
first just as it will be hers.
   I got up early as I usually do to get in my jog and exercise routine
before sunrise.  I ate a healthy breakfast and went up to get a shower.  I
relaxed under the hot spray contemplating how I could begin the seduction.
I knew that I could only proceed as far and at the pace she would allow.  I
assumed that it would be in the evening and we would end up in bed early. I
was thinking of things to say that would get her in the mood and how to
keep her there.  I shaved in the shower, turned the water off and dried in
there also.  I stepped out into the chilled air conditioned room and
finished my preening.  I walked into my dressing area and selected my
clothing for the day.  As I pulled up my boxers, I looked up to see Katie
sitting on my bed watching me.  I asked, "How long have you been there?"
   She admitted, "I've been her all the time you were exercising."
   She had apparently climbed into my bed after I got up.
   "Were you watching me all this time?" I asked.
   "Yes, and I think you are beautiful." She said with a confident smile.
   I should have known I was in the presence of an accomplished voyeur.  I
realized then that I really didn't know much of her private life; of her
thoughts and secret experiences.  Maybe she wasn't a virgin.  She may be
more experienced than I thought.
   At this point, none of that mattered.  I wanted to fuck and fuck her I
would.  I just hope that she doesn't renege.  Maybe she is nothing but a
tease.  She certainly knew how to do that.  In fact, I would put her in the
class of expert; as teases go.  I was getting to the point that I was going
to do this whether she wanted to or not.  My dick had a mind of its own and
would not be stopped.  I realized the danger of that line of thinking but I
knew I was going to press on.  She is toying with me; now I am toying with
rape.
   She was wearing an unmatched set of pajamas with a light pink stretchy
"wife beater" undershirt on top and a blue and green plaid clingy pair of
shorts made of a similar material.  I could clearly see her nipples threw
the top, their color only slightly darker from the surrounding skin as they
poked out erect from the chill of the room.  The plaid bottoms camouflaged
any female features below so I concentrated on her tits.  She was clearly
enjoying the attention, arching her back to display them to their best
advantage.  She was a natural.  I was thickening as I watched.  She went
through a number of poses with her gaze fixed on my expanding cock.  I just
let it rise under her close scrutiny.
   She was thoroughly enjoying the effect she was having on me and found
the pose giving the best result and held it.
   I said, "Get dressed."
   She said, "No, get in bed with me."
   "No, you haven't even had your shower yet." I said in refusal.
   "I thought you men liked that.  You know, that hot sweaty thing you guys
like." She countered.
   Where the hell did she get that?  I was convinced that this is nothing
new to her and that she was no virgin.  I thought then that I would die
without completing the male mission but I would leave this world knowing
that I fucked this hot child.
   I commanded her to go get showered and dressed so we could find
something to do for the day.
   She said, "I know what we could do."
   I asked, "What?"
   She calmly said, "Take care of that," while pointing to my stiff cock.
   I yelled, "Get Dressed!" and I dressed myself and went down to the
kitchen to prepare her some breakfast.  It wasn't long and she came down
the steps with her long wet hair wrapped on the top of her head in a towel
to dry.  She had on a mid-waist length top and white shorts that were
pulled tight in the crotch to show her cameltoe.  I had a real vixen on me
hands.  I don't know why I was prolonging this.  I should have thrown her
on the countertop and fucked the shit out of her.
   She had her hands up holding the towel as she walked towards me.  Her
abs were taut and well defined tapering gracefully down into the waistline
of her shorts with those lines mimicked by the creases in the material of
the shorts leading right to her Mound of Venus.  The shorts were hung low
on her hips and allowed a perfect view of her navel that was stretched by
the vertical pull of her muscles so that it was hard to tell if it was an
innie or an outie.  When she turned slightly to scoot up on a stool, I
could see that it easy deep enough to hold the diamond I'm sure it will
eventually contain.
   She let her hair down while seated and rubbed it vigorously with the
towel.  The motion set her small but ample breasts in movement under the
thin material of her top causing her nipples t again protrude.  I had to
busy myself in finishing preparation of her breakfast to avoid a release.
   It was with great joy I watched her eating.  She daintily held the fork
in her right hand and brought small portions of food to her mouth where it
was captured behind the whitest teeth most evenly spaced teeth I have ever
seen.  Her lips sealed around the fork assured that every morsel was
consumed.  With the fork withdrawn, her lips closed and relaxed, her jaws
worked up and down to help those beautiful teeth grind her food until the
muscles of her throat pulled the food toward her stomach.  Was she the
perfect machine or a perfect work of art?
   Her eyes sparkled from the reflected morning light coming through the
window which also made her skin glow.  I took a seat in line with her at
the end of the counter so that I could capture the full panorama of her
beauty.  I watched her from the side.  She sat erect but arched back
slightly according to her exquisite developing female shape and advancing
those young breasts.  The bend at her hips was perfectly smooth without a
single bulge or ungraceful line.  She appeared to be raised by her firm ass
cheeks which refused to conform to the hard wooden surface of the seat. 
Her smooth womanly legs emerged from the shorts slightly above the edge of
the seat and were tilted downward to where her knees pressed against the
front panel of the island.  Her shins pointed back beneath her supporting
her pouting calf muscles that were holding her toes tight to the cross bar
at the bottom of the stool.  Evan at a distance, I could smell her wet hair
as the scent of her shampoo occasionally wafted by.  I was drawn to the cut
of her jaw and the sweeping line it made pulling upward toward her ear. 
Her neck was long and slender and the skin of her throat from chin to chest
clung tightly to her form and seemed to be tucked tightly under her jaw. 
Other than that which smoothed out her skin to that delightful feminine
form over that extremely muscular body, the only fat obvious on her body
was that forming those luscious breasts and the mound formed between her
legs creating her vulva.  We weren't going to leave the house today.
   After breakfast, she ran up the steps to dry her hair and finish getting
ready.  I cleaned up the dished and put everything away and headed up
behind her.  I could hear the water running in her bathroom and wandered
over to poke my head in to talk to her but she didn't notice.  She hadn't
dried her hair yet ad was brushing her teeth.  I watched her every move and
was wondered by the effects they had on the erotic parts of her body. 
Every move of her arms and hands had an enchanting response by her tits and
ass.  Her cheeks clenched tight grasping the seam of her shorts into her
crack.  She incorporated as much precision in brushing her teeth as she had
in eating her breakfast.  Everything she did, she did with precision and
with the gracefulness of a ballerina.  Even spitting the toothpaste into
the sink and rinsing her mouth was charming to watch.  She put the
toothbrush and toothpaste away and picked up the hairdryer and flipped the
switch.  The noise was defining so I remained silent until she could
finish. I watched her rub her hair with her free hand under the hot wind of
the dryer making sure that every strand was dry.  After about five minutes,
she turned it off and picked up a hairbrush and ran it through her hair in
long strokes making it smooth and even.  She canted her head back in the
direction of the brush.  I looked into the mirror to see her eyes closed
and face contorted to a frown as she worked on her hair.  Amazingly, this
expression, more of a pout than a frown was more titillating than her
smile. The air was full of the smell of shampoo.  My ears were ringing now
that it was silent.
   I walked up behind her and could see by the expression on her face that
she was expecting me.  Reaching for the brush, I said, "Let me do that for
you." And she surrendered it to my grasp.  She tilted her head back
pointing her chin upward so that I could look down and see her face.  I
placed the brush on her scalp and slowly drew it down her long hair until
the strands gently fell away from their own weight at the bottom of my
stroke.  She rolled her head slightly to guide me to the sections she
wanted me t stroke.  She seemed to like it most when I began the strokes
over her temples or behind her ears pulling the brush carefully through her
hair.  The strands aligned themselves up one to the other like strands of
the finest silk shining in the glare of the overhead light.
   I pressed my body to her and reached around her and placed the brush on
the vanity.  With both my hands, I hugged her waist and explored that
magical navel with my fingertips before sliding my hands up her hard
stomach and under he top to cup her soft breasts.  She laid her head back
on my chest and rolled it back in forth to show her enjoyment.  I lightly
squeezed and massaged the soft mounds and slid my fingers by closing my
grasp to gently capture her hard nipples.  I worked them between my fingers
and thumbs sending waves of pleasure through her and me.  My erection
firmed and pressed into her back.  I could feel her breathing begin to
labor as her chest expanded and contracted.  I could hear her breathing
become more urgent.  That sound.  That sound.  It was music t my ears.
   As reluctant as I was in releasing her breasts, I turned her around so
that I was looking directly down on her face and my cock was pressing high
on her stomach.  She threw her arms around me and squeezed to get the
maximum contact with my cock but our faces were too far apart to allow our
lips to meet.  She was moving her body back and forth across my cock until
I had to stop her.  I pushed her back by the shoulders and picked her up
and through her lithe body over my shoulder and carried her to her bed and
flopped her down on it.  She was laughing and I thought losing the mood.  I
reached down and grabbed the hem of her short top and slid it up over her
head watching her soft hair float down and around her shoulders and chest
as it came off.  She fell back on her elbows with her hair settling down
the sides of her chest.  Using my finger, I slipped it under the hair at
the side of her face and slid it back to draw the hair over her shoulder
and down her back.  I repeated it on the other side to completely uncover
her breasts.
   We both looked down at her breasts; they were the size of half
grapefruits capped with hard spires of her pale tan nipples only slightly
different in color from the surrounding skin.  They now appeared rather
large compared to her frame.  I couldn't resist the temptation and leaned
down until my face could feel her heat and enjoy the near proximity of her
skin.  I slowly pressed my lips to her left nipple and sucked it into my
mouth and laved it with my tongue.  She reacted with a gasp followed by a
low moan.  I moved to her right nipple.  I stood upright again and looked
down at her.  She was still looking down at her now slick wet nipples.  And
breathing hard, I grabbed her by the hips and swung her 90° with her legs
hanging over the side in front of me and her head in the middle of the bed.
I slid my fingers in her waistband and unbuttoned her shorts and pulled
down the zipper.  I grabbed the beltline again at the sides and pulled the
shorts and panties together down her hips.  She brought her knees up
without me asking and rolled her hips so I could slide the garments over
her ass and up and off of her legs.  She dropped her legs back down where
they hung in the air over the side of the bed slightly splayed.  I looked
down again at this sculpted beauty as scanned her body from head to toes. I
returned my inspection to her midsection.  Her hips appeared wider in this
position and more mature.  Her abdomen in a graceful flow drew my attention
down to its terminus at her pubic bone and on to the fleshy cleft just
below.  The mound was hairless and I assumed that she had shaved it judging
by the level of maturity of the rest of her body.  I extended my hand in
curiosity to see if I could detect stubble but it was actually covered by
very soft light colored hair.  She hasn't yet developed pubic hair and I
was about to fuck her.
   I knelt down spreading her legs and bringing them up and spreading them
out.  I moved my face close enough to closely inspect her cunt.  I could
see the fine hair that neatly framed her cleft.  The crack widened near the
top to reveal the thick bud of her clitoris which was starting to swell. 
As I watched it I could see the swelling progress.  I leaned in and placed
a kiss on her clit which made her yelp with surprise.  I said, "Relax, I'm
going to make you feel great."
   I leaned in again and worked my tongue in her crack and around her clit.
Her reaction was immediate.  She became very loud and vocal.  She was
telling my how good it felt and babbling on about all kinds of stuff that I
couldn't understand.  It started to really expand in my mouth and was soon
sticking straight out like a little cock.
   I pushed her thighs up and back toward her chest and she instinctively
grabbed them to hold them out of my way.  This rolled her hips back to
display her pink and yet unstained asshole.  Her vulva though open around
her clit was still closed over her vagina.  Curiosity caused me to me slide
my hands down the back of her thighs; one to each lip of her vulva and
spread them apart to prove my suspicion that she was no virgin.  I was, at
first, unsure of what I was seeing.  I repositioned my fingers deeper in
her slit to spread them even farther and there it was her vagina had opened
and just inside was a barrier of skin with a small oval hole in it.  I was
looking at a real maidenhead.  There was my quest.  There was my
fulfillment.  I lowered my mouth to it to kiss it in worship.  I worked
back up to her clit and pleasured her until she screamed.  I drifted back
down to her vagina to find her maidenhead leaking volumes of clear
lubricant that was trickling down over her bum through her ass crack and
along her spine.  I followed the slick trail with my tongue, stopping only
at her asshole to softly lick her rim.  She squirmed a little and I told
her to relax and enjoy it.  She settled down and after a few minutes was as
vocal and loud as when I was sucking on her clit.  I pressed my tongue at
the strong muscle of her bung each time getting further and further inside.
Soon, I was spearing her asshole with my tongue with little resistance. 
Within a few seconds she burst into orgasm and her sphincter contracted
tightly around my tongue, eventually squeezing it out of her hole.  That
was by far, the most enjoyable rim job I ever gave.
   It was getting to be time for me.  If I didn't make my move then, I was
going to lose my cum into my pants again.  I stood up, unbuckled my pants,
and as she watched intently, I dropped them to the floor.  I slipped my
thumbs into the sides of my boxers, bent over sliding them down my legs and
to the floor.  I stood up and proudly displayed my cock and balls for her
inspection.  She sat up and reached to grab my cock with one hand and
cuddle my balls with the other.  She examined them the best she could from
that position but seemed frustrated that she couldn't work herself closer
from that position.  I pushed her back and rolled over her into the bed and
pulled her completely onto it next to me.  She then got on her knees and
leaned over me and performed a very careful close inspection.  She rolled
my balls in my loose scrotum and marveled at the way they moved on their
own while just lying on her unmoving hand.  She leaned down and seemed to
smell my balls and then extended her tongue to softly lick them.  She must
be repeating what she saw Jean and her dad doing.
   After a long while, she turned from her fascination with my balls to
examine my throbbing cock.  I was afraid that, in my excited state, she
would make me come if she touched it.  I was watching her as she turned her
attention to it.  My cock was bobbing up and down on its own while it
pointed tight up at my face.  She slid her hand from my balls along the
base of my cock and eventually took hold of it midway to the tip.  She
pulled it so it was straight up and looked at it from every angle and not
missing a single square inch by moving it and her so she could see
everything she wanted.  It was curiously erotic to have a young girl
looking at my most private parts.  She tried to masturbate me but had
trouble finding the right method and rhythm.  I didn't instruct her because
I feared shooting if she hit on it.  It turned out that I didn't have to
teach her anything, apparently her dad already had since after a few errant
strokes she found a rhythm and was pumping me to certain climax.  I grabbed
her wrist and she looked shocked saying, "Am I doing it wrong?"
   I said, "Quite the contrary.  You're doing it too well.  Let's not waste
it."
   She said, "I want to see it shoot."
   I wasn't in the mood for a hand job and I knew it wasn't proper protocol
to fuck a virgin before she had a chance to see how the plumbing works but
I was on a mission and the time had come to complete it.  I knew it
wouldn't feel as good with an empty cylinder.  I wanted this for me.
   I said, "you will always be able to see it shoot any time you want but
let's make love now and play later."
   He fell for it because she let go of my cock and wrapped her arms around
my neck and kissed me.  She was a fast learner because her kiss alone
almost made me shoot my cum.  I in turn put my arms around her and pulled
her on top of me in a replay of Sunday afternoon.  We kissed and I drank
from her sweet mouth.  Her tongue was the aggressor and she slid her knees
on either side of me and started rubbing that beautiful pussy on my lower
abdomen.  She started to move down in search of my cock and eventually came
in contact with the tip.  It poked her open slit and slid along it and
slipped up to her bum.  I thrust a bit and the tip locked itself to her
asshole.  But, this wasn't the hole I wanted tonight.  I reached between us
and pulled it down and she slid own a bit so that her slit was riding along
my shaft.  She was getting good friction on her clit but I was getting too
close to shooting.  I put my arms around her and rolled her onto her back
with me between those youthful legs.  With my hand guiding it, I rubbed my
cock head up and down her crease to spread the lubricant and to get her
revved up as much as I could.  When she started her loud moans, I placed
the head at the opening of her vagina and applied mild pressure.  She got
very quiet.  Her eyes were tightly shut and her breathing was very deep.  I
applied more pressure and felt like I was going to slide in.  I let up to
see her reaction and she opened her eyes and asked, "Was that it?" I smiled
and said, "No, but this will probably hurt until you get use to it.  Are
you ready?"
   She closed her eyes in a squint and said, "Yes."
   I then pressed harder with my cock to try t rip her hymen open.  It
wasn't going to give up that easily.  Grabbing my cock, I maneuvered the
head around her leaking hole to pick up as much lubricant as possible and
re-aimed it and pushed it into her as hard as I could.  Her maidenhead gave
way and my cock thrust into her a couple of inches.  She didn't scream or
cry.  We looked at each other knowing her virginity was now just a memory.
I gave her time to adjust and then renewed my entry.  I worked my cock in
and out slightly gaining more depth with each inward thrust.  She started
to moan giving me the first sign that she may be enjoying it.  I held
myself very still inside of her in her and listened to her breathing.  I
could sense that she was getting more and more excited just by having my
cock expanding her vagina to a new limit.  She slowly moved under me to get
experiment with different feelings it created.  Her movements became
rhythmic and I knew it was time.  I started fucking her slowly at first and
quickened the pace as she could accommodate the friction and the increasing
depth of my thrusts.
   She opened her soul to tell me what she was feeling and how wonderful it
felt.  It was easy to see that she was in heaven.  Every move she made
enhanced the feeling and enjoyment for both of us.  I could feel her rock
and grind her hips; sometimes in sync and other times counter to my strokes
but we always remained in harmony.  She moved her legs in every possible
direction to find the best and most pleasurable amount of penetration she
could leverage.  Her hands roamed over my back and but she always returned
to wrapping her arms around my neck to pull us tightly together.  It wasn't
clear who was actually leading in this mating dance but, it didn't really
matter.  We were both getting the maximum amount of pleasure out of it.  As
she was finding her way with her new sexuality and I was taking my pleasure
in the newness of this; the thought of actually taking her virginity and
the physical sensation of her cunt and the slow stretching and relaxation
of her vagina as it accepted and accommodated my adult penis.  I was
feeling unimaginable pleasure.  We ware both experiencing lifetime firsts.
   I was getting close to my limit and in the fog of ecstasy I said, "Katie
I love you." That was all it took to send her over the edge.  As she began
her rise to her climax, I grunted strongly and shot the very first volley
of sperm to have ever entered that little girl vagina.  She reacted with a
screaming orgasm that was so strong it eclipsed anything I had ever been
part of before.  She let out a loud shrill scream that I worried would be
heard by the neighbors down the block.  I continued to fire volley after
volley of hot sperm into her cunt.  I could feel every pulls of sperm leave
my penis and enter her body.  I imagined it squirting through her little
cervix and into her immature womb on a journey to find her young eggs in
the dark passages above.  At that moment, the thought of making this little
girl pregnant drove me to higher orgasm.  It wasn't that I didn't care; it
was a primeval urge to sire an offspring by this union that gave me
ultimate pleasure.  Coming out of my own sexual trance, I realized that
Katie was still coming and was just getting started.  She was screaming,
"Fuck me... Fuck me," at the top of her voice.  She was grunting and
straining against me she was pulling on my ass trying to get me in deeper.
She was completely out of control.  She didn't settle down for longer than
a minute and still showed signs of after shock.  She kept her shapely young
legs tightly wrapped around my hips to keep my cock in her forever.  I
maintained a pretty firm erection and continued to please her as long as I
could.
   Eventually, my cock lost its hardness and was squeezed out of her tight
cunt as it shrank and flopped down along her crack followed by the cum that
it had dammed up in her hole.  She said that she could feel it running out
of her and that it tickled.  I couldn't resist the temptation to sit up and
take a look between her spread legs, her swollen cunt was still weeping the
remnants of my cum.  I traced it with my finger and bushed some of it back
into her still gaping cunt.  I felt the remains of her hymen that felt like
a thick slice of skin.  I spread her vagina open to inspect it and could
see that it had split in several places and was retracting around the
circumference of the mouth of her vagina.  A little bit of blood still
oozed at the apex of the various notch-like splits where it ruptured.  It
looked to me that it probably hurt when I broke through and must have been
sore while I was sliding my thick cock through the fractured ring.  She
didn't really show that she felt pain but it sure looked painful.  I asked,
"Did it hurt?  Does it hurt now?"
   .She answered, "Not really, it felt so good when you were doing me that
I didn't feel any pain but, I'm feeling a bit sore right now and it seems
to be getting worse." "I'm sorry honey, I'm sorry that girls have to go
through this the first time they make love.  I promise you that as soon as
you heal, you will have only pleasure when doing this from then on." I said
with the utmost sincerity.
   We lay in each other's arms for the longest time feeling the after-joy
of sex; she from her first time and me firm my best time.  She appeared to
have no remorse and I certainly didn't either.  On the contrary, I was
happy I did it and had resolved to fuck her as often as I could form that
day on.  The thought of this forbidden sexual relationship going on right
under their noses thrilled me to my core.  I would enjoy the best sex I
ever had and get back at Phil and Jean in the process.  I felt bad for Mary
but it was kind of titillating to think about shagging her daughter while I
was regularly fucking her also.  Too bad I couldn't fuck them together at
the same time.
   It was almost half past noon by the time we showered again - together
this time - dressed and headed out the door.  Katie was to meet her friends
at the mall a few hours before but for obvious reasons didn't.  I headed to
the mall to see if she could find them and try to resume the carefree life
of a 12 year old.  We walked through every store and looked in every
hangout but couldn't find them.  I was clear to me that she wasn't keen on
actually finding them because I was doing al the searching.  She clung to
me like I was going to disappear of something.  She had a death-grip on my
hand and when we slowed down; she pulled my arm to her body and hugged it
tight rocking slightly from side to side.
   We decided to get some lunch in the food court and couldn't decide
between us what to eat.  I decided on a deli sandwich and she still
couldn't decide.  Instead of looking around for choices, she just held onto
me and pressed herself tightly against me while I waited my time in line.
The place was busy so we were there for quite some time when her friends
spotted us and came running up squealing and cackling like the little girls
they were.  "Hi Katie!" They all screamed in unison.  They were so out of
control, a couple of them crashed into us as they all came to a sudden stop
from a dead run.  Katie seemed annoyed at their intrusion.  She kind of
rolled her face into me as if to hide from them.  Feeling extremely awkward
at our situation, I pushed my arm out and her away from me and leaned down
to warn her not to talk about us.  She tucked her chin in and stared at the
floor.  Her actions were revealing us and if these were older girls with
sexual experience they would have immediately picked up on her
just-been-fucked-for-the-first-time behavior.  She was pawing me and
looking at me with adoring eyes like a first timer.
   I gave up the thought of a hearty lunch and said to the girls, "Who
wants ice cream?"
   They all squealed with childish delight and I offered to buy them all
ice cream at the Cold Stone Creamery down on the first level.  I asked the
pack of girls to lead the way giving me an opportunity to whisper
instructions to Katie.  In a voice that I hoped the others couldn't hear, I
said, "Don't act like this in public.  Everyone will know what's going on
between us if you keep this up.  Act natural or we won't be able to ever do
it again.  Go up with your friends."
   That last warning was all it took.  She looked up at me, smiled and ran
ahead to join them.  She blended in with the little girls as if nothing
about her was any different and only she and I knew the truth.  As I
watched them from behind, I pondered whether any of the other girls have
had a lover.  Some of them had decent looking bottoms and a couple of them
were very pretty and exceptionally attractive.  I was wondering if somehow
I could coerce one or more of them into letting me fuck them.  After all, a
few of them were on par with Katie in the body and looks department.  I had
a good time with them util I told Katie to head off into the mall with them
and have fun for the afternoon and to call me when she needed a ride.
   Katie bounded in the side door all hopped up on sugar and with kid fun.
She must have gotten a ride from one of the girl's parents.  She scooted
right by me and up the steps like I was her real parent and was trying to
avoid me.  She said that she had eaten at Paula's house and wasn't hungry
so I made a quick sandwich for myself and joined her in the den where I ate
it.  After watching TV for awhile, she scooched over to me and snuggled.  I
immediately got hard thinking of what we did in the morning and wanted to
do it again.  Taking my time, I eventually maneuvered her to her back and
laid beside her feeling up her luscious but immature body.  She was rally
getting hot when I slipped my finger into her cunt and she yelled out in
pain.  Apparently she was still raw and sore from her big fuck.  I said,
"Sorry, I'll be careful."
   She said, "That hurt a lot.  I don't think I can do it."
   I said, "Don't worry, honey, there's plenty we can do besides that," And
continued rubbing her clit.  I wasted no time and slipped all of her
clothes off and took mine off too.  I went down on her with my tongue and
to her enjoyment, concentrated on her clit.  After a few minutes of that, I
spread her lips to inspect the damage I had done and assess her condition.
Her hole was wet and beet red all around the area that once was her hymen
but there didn't appear to be any bleeding or problems that I could detect.
I kissed it softly and only lightly touched the area and caused no reaction
from her but I recognized that we were not going to have intercourse until
that healed.
   I moved my mouth down to her bunghole and slowly rimmed it.  She really
liked that and I moved on to pressing my tongue into her hole.  The pucker
spread slowly and held onto my tongue tightly as it begrudging granted me
entrance.  I fucked her asshole with my tongue generating a response firm
her similar to when we fucked.  She was really into the ass thing.  I
raised my head away from it and slipped my finger In where my tongue just
was.  It was too dry to gain any penetration so I pulled it out to whet it
with me mouth and on the way back, I swiped some of her own lubrication
juice that was flowing out of her vagina.  I made the finger slippery all
along it to my top knuckle and pressed it back inside her bung.  Moving my
finger in and out to the first knuckle, I had her breathing hard and
moaning like a whore.  I slowly slid it inward until I couldn't go in any
further.  I wiggled it around and started a fucking motion.  She was
screaming in pleasure.  I pulled it out and tried to get two fingers in but
she was too tight and I had to work and work at it but eventually got both
inside her after she gave up the struggle and completely relaxed her
sphincter.  I was getting the impression that I would be able to get my
cock in her but I didn't want to spoil anything by forcing too much on her.
   Then, she took control and said, "Let me see you're cock," and moved
around causing my fingers to pop out of her ass and brought herself to her
knees leaning over my lap.  She pointed her ass up at me and said, "keep
doing that," and proceeded to grab and stroke my dick.  She was making
little sounds of pleasure but I couldn't tell if they were from my fingers
in her ass or her hand feeling my cock.  It didn't much matter; since I
joined in her song myself once she got serious stroking me.  She leaned on
me with her elbow to support herself when she moved her other hand to my
balls.  It was a bit painful but the pleasure she was giving allowed me to
endure.  She said, "I want to see it squirt its stuff," but immediately
slipped her mouth over the head.  Just the heat from her young mouth was
enough to set me off but the pressure of her elbow gave me the painful
diversion I needed to distract my mind from the intense pleasure she was
giving me.  She must have watched very closely as Jean blew her dad because
she knew just what to do next.  Her head went down and back up while she
was testing the relative size of my cock to the cavern of her mouth.  She
did that again and again each time going further and deeper into her mouth.
Then to get a better bite on it, she turned around and knelt between my
legs and proceeded to go to work on my cock as if she was a seasoned
expert. With no pain to distract me, I started to give into the pleasure
and could feel my cock swell in anticipation of final release.  To warn her
I grunted, "I'm going to cum..." But, before the words got all of the way
out of my mouth, my sperm started shooting into hers.  I watched this
little girl with my big cock in her mouth suck out my sperm and swallow it
without a drop passing her lips.  As my pulses subsided, her mouth again
moved up and down my shaft leaving it slick with her spit and my cum.  I
grunted in a down shift at the end of my climax and as she finished her
duty and let her lips sweep over the head of my cock to assure nothing
leaked out of her mouth and not a drop of sperm was wasted.  She sat up,
threw her head back and gave one last big swallow.  With my sperm now in
her stomach, she broke out into a huge smile and said, "I love it!"
   Well, so much for me teaching her!  That was the best blow job I ever
had and I have had a lot of them.  Come to think of it, Katie was also the
best fuck I ever had.  How could a 12 year old girl be that good at sex? 
It didn't matter how she got that way it only mattered that she was great
at it and I was getting it.  Now it's my turn to really enjoy a fantasy sex
life.

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