This is a story about people who believe sex is a natural part of life,
and should be enjoyed at all ages.  Usually we live a regular life, like
your neighbor, and refer to our lifestyle as pedo/incest.  There are many
more pedo/incest families than is commonly believed.  Here's a story about
the joys, lusts and sex we share with our children, and relatives.  (What a
refreshing concept in today's world!)

   Our tale begins with a loving family who takes and sells erotic pictures
of their young daughter.  They've shared the joys of sex with her for
years. The mother desires to continue her family tradition of having her
daughter deflowered by her husband when she turns ten.  After they meet
other families who share their interests and beliefs, it leads to further
sexual encounters between preteens, teens and adults.

   Green Star Part I Krissy, My Preteen Chapters 1-5

   Erotic Fiction by: Chris Gilbert


   1. * * * A New Home * * *

   We had just moved into our fourth home in five years.  This was a 3,600
sq.  ft.  house, originally built well over one hundred years ago, and
located on a twelve acre estate in an exclusive area of Lakebranch, Ohio.
My wife's recent promotion put her in top management of her corporation. 
Jan was always eager to prove her abilities, so she coveted this
opportunity.  Her inner drive and desire to conquer the corporate ladder
were rewarded very generously, and we all enjoyed the luxuries her labors
afforded us.

   Two years ago, I quit my job with an advertising agency and became a
home based digital photo consultant.  Although I earned less in this
capacity, I was now able to devote more time to photography, my hobby and
true passion!  Plus, this situation let me be a stay at home dad for our
seven year old daughter, Krissy who often was my model.  So it worked very
well for all of us.

   We had reluctantly grown accustomed to frequent relocation.  Each of
Jan's promotions was to a better position, much nicer house, and fancier
neighborhood.  However, this time, she was told her new job would be for a
minimum of three years, and potentially much longer.  We all felt relieved
knowing we could settle down in one place for more than a few months.

   Krissy, now an athletic nine year old, would be entering the fifth grade
in the fall.  It was June, so she had the Summer to get acquainted with
other children in our new neighborhood.  Like her mother, she loved an
adventure, and seemed to thrive on challenges.  Therefore, my wife and I
felt certain she would continue to do very well both academically, and
socially in our new environment.  However, we wondered how long it would
take to find local families who shared our beliefs about raising and
enjoying sexually active children.

   Jan's corporation provided assistance for us to transition into this
upscale community.  Besides sending people to help us pack, unpack and move
into our new home, we were given a membership in a local country club which
boasted a top notch swim team for Krissy and an excellent golf course for
my wife and I.  We all felt a bit pampered with this attention, yet we
truly appreciated it, especially the help settling into the house.  As for
Krissy, she was excited about being on a swim team again.  She's loved the
water since she was a toddler, and is a very good swimmer.

   After the moving vans departed, our first few days were spent unpacking
and organizing our new home.  My wife was able to spend three days
supervising most of this.  However, she's a workaholic, and had to force
herself to stay away from her corporate job.  That was something Krissy and
I had learned to accept.  We love Jan, and do many things as a family. 
Yet, Krissy and I are happy to spend time together.  Our daddy daughter
time helps us grow very close indeed.

   The first morning Jan left for her new office, I was up early as usual.
I made her breakfast, and told her to "Give `em hell!" Then she eagerly
dashed off, well before 6:00 a.m.

   2. * * * Little Cottage in the Woods * * *

   I moved outside onto the patio.  It was a beautiful morning, and I was
content to sit, read the morning paper and sip my coffee.  I even started
doing the crossword puzzle, something I hadn't had time for since our move.
As dawn brightened the sky, I watched the soft sunlight filtering through
tree leaves and branches.  It danced across the water of our pool, and
appeared to make the colors of the flowers radiate across our entire tree
lined back yard.  I realized this was an excellent location to shoot
pictures!  Pictures of Krissy, my precious preteen!

   Sometimes I think I doted on her too much.  Yet, she was always so eager
to please me and she put up with my endless requests for her to pose this
way, and turn just a bit to the left.  I think she savored my attention as
much as I enjoyed hers.

   As I gazed out into our sun filled back yard, still deep in thought,
Krissy announced loud and clear.

   "Hello, Daddy!  Earth to Daddy.  Are you there, Daddy?"

   I looked up startled as she stared at me with her wide eager grin and
captivating blue eyes.

   "Oh, hello Krissy, I didn't hear you come out." I mumbled.

   "Uh, yeah!  I've been here for a while, and you're like out of it! 
What's up, Daddy?" She asked.

   "Look at this light!" I beamed.  "It's just perfect for..." and Krissy
finished my sentence.

   "...just perfect for pictures!" she said with an impish giggle.

   I returned her smile as she bent over and gave me an affectionate hug.
"Daddy!" she began "I want to show you a little play house I found way back
in the woods.  Come on, Daddy!" she beckoned, pulling me up from my chair.

   I happily followed her along a dirt trail, which wound for about a
hundred feet through a cluster of tall trees.  The sides of the trail were
lined by a beautiful growth of lush ferns and wild flowers.  I hadn't
ventured this far back into our new property yet, so it was quite the
adventure for me as well.  As we followed a bend in the path, and headed
down a slight hill, Krissy let go of my hand, and scampered ahead toward a
small cottage which sat partially hidden by two huge oak trees.  It was
built with the same type of stone and design as the main house, but on a
much smaller scale.

   I remembered hearing a brief history of this estate.  It was built by a
Mr.  & Mrs.  VanDenberg, who established the first garden club in the area.
They competed with local residents for the best home flower garden, back in
the early 1900's.  The contest was very competitive, and Mrs.  VanDenberg
insisted they hire a full time gardener.  This little stone cottage was
built so their gardner could live on the premises.  Legend also has it,
that handsome gardner often planted his seed in Mrs.  VanDenberg.

   "Daddy, look!" Krissy shouted, while running ahead.  "It's my club
house!" With that, she pushed open a creaky door, and quickly disappeared
from my sight.

   I followed where she had gone, and a moment later, I entered the small,
stone cottage.  It had a slight musty odor from being closed up, yet it
appeared to be well kept and relatively clean.  There also was plenty of
light for me to see.  The ceiling was about seven feet high, and made of
smooth wood beams as was the back wall.  The front and side walls were made
of the same stone as the exterior, while the floor was a beautiful ceramic
tile.  I was in the main room, and could see two doors against the far
wall.

   I walked to the closer door, peered in, and saw it was a kitchen.  There
was an old wood burning stove near the back.  A wooden table with two
chairs was placed next to a window, and a pantry built into the side wall
had several empty shelves.  There was another door at the back, and it was
closed.  I'd explore where it led later.  Krissy wasn't here, so I backed
out and moved to the second door off the main room.

   When I entered this room, I saw it contained a large wooden bed frame
without a mattress, and Krissy sitting on a three legged stool, by a low
window.  As she gazed out into the garden, her face was illuminated by the
soft morning light as it filtered into the cozy stone cottage.  Her short
kitty cat sleep shirt had ridden up, exposing her firm, naked thighs.  This
was truly an enchanted sight to behold!  It seemed like I'd entered a dream
world.

   We both remained silent.  Krissy, happily peering out the window, and me
wishing I had my camera.

   Then Krissy turned, smiled at me, and proclaimed.  "You want your
camera, don't you Daddy?"

   I nodded.

   "Well, go and get it.  I'll wait here." she intoned.

   A few minutes later I returned with my camera, tripod, and gadget bag
slung over my shoulder.  Krissy was still sitting on the stool, but now her
long blonde hair had caught the sun beams, as they radiated in through the
window.

   She sat motionless as I quickly set up and composed my shot.

   "Turn your head just a bit to your right and tilt it back a tad." I
instructed.

   Krissy complied with the grace and composure of a professional model. 
After all, she'd been my model for many years, and she knew the drill.

   I smiled and eagerly clicked off several frames.

   Next, I turned on the motor drive and instructed her.  "I want to see
your hair fly and catch the sunlight.  O.K.?  Turn your head all the way to
your left, then fling around to the right and stop when you're facing me."

   Just as she turned her head back and started the motion, I pushed down
on the shutter and started the camera snapping.

   " I think we got it, Krissy!" I beamed.  "Great job, sweetie."

   She turned her head, and looked directly at me.

   "Now...?" She asked, with an impatient grin filling her face.

   "Right again, you little imp!" I retorted.

   She laughed, and quickly flung off her kitty cat shirt.  Usually Krissy
slept naked, like Jan and I, but she had a special attachment to that
particular shirt.  It was a gift she'd received from her best friend Lisa,
just before we moved here, and she'd taken to wearing it day and night. 
Twice, I had to insist she let me wash it after she'd worn it for three
days straight.  I knew Krissy missed Lisa, and we'd promised both of them
that Lisa and her mother could come and visit us as soon as we were settled
in our new home.

   Now with her shirt removed, Krissy sat totally naked, proudly displaying
her beautiful flat chest, and tiny, undeveloped titties.  What a delectable
sight to savor!

   "Move the stool back just a bit so the sunlight falls onto your chest."
I instructed.

   Like a well practiced pro, she accomplished my request.

   I eagerly took about a dozen shots of Krissy in this enchanting pose. 
Next, my preteen stood, and gracefully placed one foot slightly behind the
other.  She twisted just a bit, directing her tight, hairless crack into
the rays of the morning sun.  I took several shots of this, then zoomed in
for a few more.

   "Hold that pose, Krissy." I directed.

   Next, I relocated my tripod about two feet away from her.  At this
vantage point, I could fill the frame with her hairless slit.  As the lens
focused, I saw her flawless, young vagina, illuminated by the morning
light. It was a breathtaking pinkish brown color!  Indeed, this was nature
at its best!  What a prize of youthful perfection!

   "Incredible!" I exclaimed.

   Krissy shrieked a laugh, then fell onto me and hugged me tightly. 
"Thank you, Daddy!" She purred.  "That was fun!"

   "The pleasure's mine, kitten." I retorted, stroking her hair, and
planting a sweet kiss on top of her head.

   She looked up at me, and beamed.

   "Can we go to the swim club now?"

   "They're expecting us about 8:00 a.m." I said "Let's have some breakfast
before we leave."

   As I collected my things, Krissy picked up her sleep shirt from the
floor, then we headed back to to the house.  She held my hand tightly, and
swung it back and forth as she pranced naked out of the little cottage and
into the morning light.

   A few moments later, she let go of my hand and ran ahead of me.  I was
treated with the delightful view of her tight little buns and enchanting
naked form as she ran up the path, still clutching her pink kitty cat shirt
in one hand.

   "I'll get breakfast ready for us!" She called back to me, as she
increased her pace to a happy skip up the dirt path.

   3. * * * Sugar Bombs * * *

   Krissy had set two bowls on the kitchen table by the time I arrived back
at the house, and she was filling each with her favorite cereal, Sugar
Bombs.  As she poured milk over our bowls, she began chatting about her
last swimming team, all the fun she had, and how she missed Taylor, her
swim coach.

   I reassured her the new coach was a very experienced swim instructor. 
But more importantly, I told her it was o.k.  to miss Taylor or Cathy or
Tom, and to feel a little scared about starting over once again with
someone she hadn't met.

   It was times like these I treasured being with Krissy.  We chatted about
nothing in particular, yet we grew closer and developed a loving bond and
trust for each other.

   Her flat chest caught a few drops of milk and crumbs of toast.  I was
captivated by the way she was growing into a budding temptress of preteen
beauty and my cock responded accordingly.

   Krissy, still chewing, looked across the table at me and said "Well,
I'll find out how good this guy is real soon, cause it's almost time to
go."

   4. * * * Swim Team * * *

   I parked the car at the club house, and Krissy immediately popped out of
her seat, grabbed her swim bag, and started trotting up to the front gate.
There was no hesitation in her.  She was anxious to meet the team and start
swimming.

   "Krissy!" I called.  "This way.  We need to go over here." I said,
pointing to a small cardboard sign with a big arrow which read: "Swim team
registration."

   We walked through the door and were met by a group of other children
about Krissy's age, and their parents.  Most of the girls wore shorts and a
top, as did Krissy again sporting her favorite pink kitty cat shirt. 
However, one pudgy girl was wearing only a very tight fitting one piece
swim suit.  Our view from the back revealed two little buns swelling out
from the tight fitting material, while the crotch appeared to vanish
completely, up inside her little crack.  Krissy looked at the girl, then
poked me and giggled.  I returned a humorous grin.

   A man behind a desk was handing out papers and telling us to fill out
the forms.  He said the parents could use the tables in the dining room to
sit down and write, while all the nine and ten year swimmers were to
proceed down the hallway to the locker rooms, where they would be met by an
attendant.

   "See ya later, Daddy!" Krissy called, as she quickly headed out of my
sight to the locker room.

   "She's certainly not a bit shy." commented one mother to me.  "I wish my
daughter was as self assured as yours.  I'm Molly Peterson." She said,
extending her hand along with a friendly smile.

   "I'm Joe Gilbert." I replied, firmly shaking her hand.  "Thank you for
the compliment about Krissy.  We just moved here, a few days ago."

   "Glad to make your acquaintance!" Molly retorted.  "This is Carrie
Brass, Mark Murphy, and Phyllis Sammons."

   We all exchanged greetings, I explained how I was a stay at home dad and
my wife had started in a new position.  Then we all proceeded to fill out
the registration forms for the swim team.  I'd filled out many forms for
Krissy, so this was a simple task.

   Mark sat next to me and joked.  "Joe, the women have us outnumbered, so
stick together for safety's sake."

   "All right, Mark!" quipped Shelly.  "That's enough.  Watch your step, or
we'll just talk Girl Talk!" she retorted in an exaggerated high pitched
whine.

   "Yes, Mark!  Don't scare off Joe." quipped Carrie.  "They've moved into
the VanDenberg estate.  You've mentioned that you wanted to see it.  So be
on your best behavior." She said warmly.

   Before anyone could make another comment, the man who had been handing
out the forms, stepped into the room and began talking.

   "Welcome, parents.  Most of you know me, but for the newcomers, my name
is Bill Prescott.  I'm the swim coach for nine and ten year olds, and
several other teams as well.  Your nine and ten year olds will usually
practice here at the club Monday, thru Thursday from 8:00 - 9: 00 a.m. 
This year our meets are Friday mornings at 8:00 a.m." However, remember our
country club is hosting a special L.P.G.A.  Tournament and we'll suspend
all swim team activities for two weeks starting July 8.

   A momentary murmur sprang from the group of parents, and Bill went on.

   He pointed out these and all other details were listed in a packed we
received when we arrived.  We were invited to stay and watch the practice,
or we could simply pick up our children in about an hour.

   Molly asked "Joe, would you care to join us for coffee?  We'll sit on
the balcony and watch the team from there."

   So, three mothers, Mark and and I headed up to the balcony.  I was
amazed at what appeared to be a genuine friendliness in a very prestigious
country club.  Yet, we shared a common bond.  We all had nine year old
girls on the swim team, while Phyllis also had a ten year old son.

   There were only a few people on the balcony so we were able to take a
seat with an excellent view of the pool where our children were now
swimming lengths, and kicking up a sea of splashes.

   I listened most of the time and learned Molly's younger daughter,
Shelly, is nine, shy, and an excellent swimmer and student.  Ashley is her
other daughter, who Molly described as eleven going on twenty one.  Carrie
has two girls.  Haley is nine and on this swim team, while Laura is eleven
and on an older team with Ashley.  Mark also is a stay at home dad, who
owns several restaurants.  Caitlin is his nine year old daughter and Jaclyn
is eleven.  Phyllis's daughter is Christine, also nine, and Brandon is her
ten year old son.  They live behind our home, but it's hidden from view by
a dense cluster of trees.

   The time passed very quickly, and I was made to feel very welcome in
this group.

   When I mentioned my photography business, Carrie perked up.  She told me
she'd been an amateur photographer for years, and recently acquired a new
digital camera.

   "Joe?" she asked.  "Would you help solve a few issues I'm having with
this new technology?"

   "I'd be happy to help you." I replied

   "But I thought you liked your prints a bit overexposed." quipped Mark.

   Carrie gave him a quick, stern look, followed by a stifled laugh.

   Then, we heard a whistle blow down by the pool, and saw the kids all
climb up and head back to the locker rooms.

   "Well, time to go." Announced Mark.

   We got up and moved downstairs to meet our children.

   Soon, the swimmers appeared, met their parents and left.  Eventually,
Carrie Brass and I were the only two adults still waiting in the hallway.
Krissy and Carrie's daughter, Haley, were the last to come out of the
locker room.  Both girls finally emerged, holding hands as they skipped and
giggled in their dripping wet, blue swim suits, their shorts and shirts
firmly clutched in their other hands.

   "Mom!" Called Haley.  "Can Krissy come over to our house?  She's my new
friend!"

   Carrie didn't say a word.  Instead, she smiled warmly, and slightly
shook her head indicating no.  Then Haley stretched up on her tip toes, and
whispered into her mother's ear, barely loud enough for me to overhear. 
"She's a nudist, Mom!  Just like us.  No tan lines!"

   Then Haley stopped whispering, backed down off her tip toes, and with a
child's persistence repeated.  "Can Krissy come over, Mom?  Please?"

   Carrie stroked Haley's wet hair and answered with a warm smile.  "I'm
sorry, not today, Haley.  Remember, Aunt Susan is coming.  Perhaps another
day.  Let me think about it."

   Haley gave a slight frown to her mother, then turned and smiled at
Krissy.  The two girls laughed, and said in unison.  "See ya tomorrow!"

   Then we all headed out to our cars.

   The parking area was almost empty now, except for a row of cars, like
mine, parked close together in the shade of tall trees which lined the
country club.

   I pushed my remote to unlock my SUV, but the door wouldn't open.  I
tried again, but it still didn't unlock.

   "Dad!" Called Krissy.  "That's not our van, we're over here." she
called.

   I moved back a little, and saw Krissy standing about four cars away. 
"Thank you, Krissy!" I called, and walked down to where she was waiting for
me.

   These doors were unlocked, so Krissy had already climbed in by the time
I arrived.  Then I heard someone calling my name.

   "Joe!  Please wait!  Joe!"

   I turned and looked.  Carrie and Haley were headed our way.

   "Joe", She said, laughing, "Haley and Krissy mixed up their suits. 
They're wearing each other's swim suit."

   I turned and looked at Krissy through the open sliding door.  Then at
Haley who was now standing between Carrie and I.  Both girls were wearing
the same dark blue swim suit.  I didn't notice anything different about
them, so I looked puzzled.

   "They're virtually identical suits, Joe, but Haley has a patch on
her's." She continued.

   Krissy twisted and inspected her suit.  Sure enough, there was a small
green star by her right leg.

   "Oops, sorry, Haley." She blurted with a giggle.  "We must have mixed
`em up."

   Before I had time to suggest the girls go back into the locker room and
switch, Krissy stripped off her suit and was holding it out to Haley.

   "Here you go, Haley!" she said with a big smile, her legs widely spread
as she sat on the seat, giving a clear view of her little pussy to Carrie
and Haley.

   I saw Carrie's eyes widen with a look of delight as she drank in
Krissy's firm, naked body and well exposed cunny.

   "Oh, thank you, Krissy!" Carrie replied, gently biting her lower lip and
grinning.

   Haley too, stripped off her suit, and stood naked between the two SUV's,
holding her suit out to Krissy.  The girls exchanged suits, and Haley
slowly redressed.  Krissy, however flung her suit on the floor.

   "Krissy." Carrie began, still eyeing her naked body.  "You have a
beautiful all over tan."

   Without a moment's hesitation, Krissy blurted out, "Thank you.  I'm a
nudist!  Just like Haley."

   Then she looked at me and continued.  "And so are my mom and dad."

   "Yeah, mom!" Added Haley.  "We're all nudists!  We go naked by our pool
at home, too.  So can Krissy come over, please?"

   "Carrie nodded and smiled at Krissy, then she turned to me.

   "Joe, would tomorrow be a good day for you and Krissy to come to our
home after swim practice?"

   "Yes!  Yes!" Shouted Haley and Krissy!

   I paused for a moment, and did a mental check of our schedule.

   "Yes, tomorrow is a good day for me, how about you, Krissy?" I asked, as
she bounced in her seat.

   "Yeah!" Exclaimed Krissy.  "Tomorrow's great!"

   "Wonderful!" said Carrie, "You and Krissy can meet some of the other
families.  No need to bring swim suits." She said, looking directly at me
with a warm smile.

   "And, Joe," she added, "You can help me with my digital camera, too."

   "Wonderful!" I said.  "Thank you for inviting us."

   "YES!" Proclaimed the girls, pumping their hands in victory.

   Then Carrie and Haley slowly backed out of the narrow space between the
two SUV's, and disappeared.

   During the ride home, Krissy sat naked in her seat and chattered on
about the cool new coach, her team members, and endless details about each
of the girls.

   "When did you have time to get all this information?" I inquired. 
"Weren't you swimming for the past hour?"

   "Oh, Haley filled me in while we were in the shower together after
practice." She casually responded.  "She doesn't have much of a tan line
either.  That's how we met."

   "How you met?" I asked.  "Tan lines?"

   "Yeah!  When we were changing, Haley saw I didn't have a tan line where
a swim suit covers your body.  She said I must be a nudist.  Then she
pointed at herself and said `Look, Krissy, I don't have a tan line either.
I'm a nudist.' So we got into the shower together and she told me all about
the other girls on the swim team.  Some or `em are nudists some aren't. 
And she's going to e-mail me later with more info."

   I nodded and Krissy continued.

   "Anyway, that's when Haley came up with the plan for us to switch swim
suits so I could take mine off and show her mom my pussy.  Haley said her
mom needed to see I was happy showing off my pussy before she'd let us come
over."

   I smiled and laughed at their plan.  "Pretty clever!" I chuckled.

   5. * * * Lisa & Four Nude Girls * * *

   When we arrived home, I pulled into our driveway and parked next to the
house.  Krissy popped out of the car, and walked into the house, carrying
her belongings.

   Once inside, I removed my clothes too, and felt more relaxed and
natural.

   Krissy asked if we could download the pictures I'd taken that morning.
It seemed to be a good idea, so we went up to the computer and I let Krissy
connect the camera.

   "O.K., Krissy!  You get to set things up and download `em."

   She eagerly connected the cable to the camera, then to the computer, and
she started the download process without a hitch.

   "Just like a pro!" I commented.

   I cheered as the first image of Krissy filled the screen.  With each
progression, my excitement built.  When the close up of her hairless slit
filled the screen, my cock throbbed hard, and I sighed.

   "Oh, Daddy!  That's MY pussy!" Beamed Krissy!

   "It sure is, sweetie, and a beautiful one, too!  Look how your fine
blonde hairs shimmer in the sunlight."

   She leaned against my side and hugged me tight.  I know Krissy loved
showing off her naked body almost as much as I loved looking at it.

   After all the images were downloaded, I slowly reexamined each one.  I
was looking for what I considered exceptional pictures.  I found three, and
copied them into a special folder.

   All this time, Krissy was carefully watching.  She was learning my
system for organizing pictures.

   "So those three are the best?  Huh, Daddy?"

   "Yes, they are, Krissy.  Those are the best from this morning.  Would
you like me to take some more later, maybe after lunch?"

   "Sure, but I want to check my e-mail now.  O.K.?"

   I left the computer, and Krissy immediately logged into her account.  As
I was walking down the stairs, I heard her yell.  "Dad, I got one from Lisa
and Haley, too."

   Lisa was Krissy's best friend.  She's the one who gave her the kitty cat
shirt, and I'll always remember her!  She looked so much like Krissy's
older sister, I found it hard to believe she wasn't related.  Lisa was
eleven when she enrolled in Krissy's former school.  When she first saw
Krissy she walked right up to her and said, "You look like my little
sister, but I'm an only child."

   Krissy stared right back and said, "Yep, you look like my big sister all
right.  Wanna come home with me?"

   Lisa did come to our home that very day, after school.  We learned her
mother was divorced and worked late, so Lisa was pretty much on her own. 
Later, we arranged to have her walk home with Krissy after school, and stay
until her mother picked her up, usually about 7:00 p.m.  Lisa helped Krissy
with her homework, and the two of them became great friends, despite their
age difference.

   Up until then, I had taken nude pictures of Krissy posing by herself. 
But when we discovered Lisa also loved to model nude, I often asked her to
play the part of Krissy's big sister in photo sessions.  The results were
amazing!  At eleven, Lisa's breasts were just starting to bud, and a few
wisps of hair were beginning to enhance her tender pussy!  I captured this
amazing goddess as she proudly displayed her treasures.  Krissy imitated
Lisa's moves, and her shots were very erotic on an eight year old level.

   However, another part of this story is that Lisa's mother, Kathy, had
connections to a Ukrainian studio which publishes erotic pictures.  We were
able to sell hundreds of images, and the girls earned a a nice amount which
we shared.  That's also where I branched out selling erotic preteen photos.
Since then, Kathy and I have worked together as business partners taking
and selling images of our girls.  It's generated a little money, and has
been a lot of fun.

   But the best part was, Kathy frequently encouraged Krissy to sleep over
with them, knowing full well their friendship would blossom into a
wonderful sexual relationship.  Jan and I of course reciprocated, so Kathy
and Lisa frequently slept with all of us, for several months.  Krissy loved
to have Lisa, Kathy or Jan lick her out.  And she certainly liked watching
me pump my cum into Jan, Kathy, and even Lisa's hot preteen cunt.

   Oh, yes, I'll always remember Lisa!

   A little while later, Krissy came down, and joined me for lunch in the
kitchen.  She chatted quickly about Lisa, saying she'd sent an address for
her latest web site.  But most of her news centered around the e-mail she
received from Haley.

   "Haley told me all about last years swim team, and how they had parties
at her house after swim meets.  She also said some of those girls will be
at her house tomorrow, so I can meet `em."

   "That sounds like fun, Kitten." I replied

   "And, Daddy." she continued, with a grin.  "Sometimes those girls pose
naked at her pool, and they takes pictures of `em!  Just like you did with
Lisa and me!"

   "Oh!" I replied.  "What else did you learn about the other girls and
their families?"

   "Well, a lot, Daddy!  You'll have to read the e-mail." She said.  "Haley
send me a picture too.  Wanna see it?"

   Yes, after we finish lunch." I replied.

   When we had finished eating, and cleaned up the kitchen, I followed
Krissy up to the computer.  Krissy quickly logged on and opened the e-mail
from Haley with the attached picture file.  It showed four naked girls I
guessed to be about eight years old all standing arm in arm, by the side of
a pool.

   "This is Caitlin." Krissy pointed.  "And here's Haley, Christine and
Shelly.  See, Daddy!  They're naked!" Exclaimed Krissy.  "Just like Lisa
and me!"

   "Yes, they're naked, but it's a different kind of being naked." I
replied.

   Krissy looked up at me, scrunched up her nose and asked "What do you
mean it's different?"

   "Krissy, look at the picture again.  See how their pussies are almost
hidden?  These are nude pictures all right, but not the same kind as I took
of you and Lisa."

   "Yeah, how come, Daddy?"

   "Some people like to be nude, and sometimes don't wear clothes .  We do
that a lot.  That's why we're nudists.  But Lisa and you posed specifically
to show off your little girl pussies.  Those pictures stress the beauty of
a naked girl's body especially her wonderful sexy cunny.  Some people think
girl's shouldn't show off their pussies like that." I said, then continued.

   "So we'll go slowly and learn exactly what these families think about
nudists and sexy pussy pictures like you and Lisa did."

   "O.K., Daddy." she said.  "And we're still going to Haley's after
practice tomorrow, right?" She asked.

   "Yes!  We're still going." I replied.

   "When you're finished, come on down stairs, we'll go out to the pool."

   Krissy started typing, and I walked downstairs, then out into the
sunshine.

Chris Gilbert
ystory227@yahoo.com



  
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