Author: 		A Fantasy by Gentleman_Jim
Feedback:	fred_ziffel12@yahoo.com
Codes:		(mf, mg, Mf, Mg, Mg+, gf, gg, 1st, fist, ped, cons, interr, inc) 

			Deception

Between the age of 10 and 16, my daughter, Sabrina (Bri for short) belonged to a girl’s dance group.  I discovered quickly they loved to lounge around my house all the time because I was one of the few parents who loved little girls enough to put up with their crap and bad habits—I picked them up, picked up after them, delivered them, fed them, entertained them, rented them movies, lied for them—you name it.  

It took about 75 milliseconds for me to become a single parent a couple of years ago.  After that time—since Bri was 8, I’ve made a pastime of playing with her cute little pussy.  She has an intellect beyond her years and has been completely supportive of my little molestations because I make sure she has great climaxes every time and she has a passion and talent for French kissing, which we do a lot.  And anyway, she loves me because I’m an exceedingly attentive and caring father.  

Growing up I had 3 sisters—one 4 years older, one 3 years younger, and one my paternal twin.  As a kid, I spent my youth reverse-engineering my sisters’ brains, so I knew what girls wanted and I knew how to make girls want me.  To prove my skill at manipulating them, when I was 13 I set out to fuck all 3 of my sisters.  One-by-one over the summer of ‘71, I fucked them all.  

First, I convinced my oldest sister that incest was the hottest fad going then I convinced her I was the hottest guy going.  I sneaked into the bathroom while she was in the shower, and let her catch me jacking off to her while she was masturbating in there.  I started faking a moan and once she realized I was in the bathroom pounding away on my meat, she slid open the shower door and let me get in with her.  

Once I’d fucked her, I told my twin what I’d done.  She was appalled at the notion I’d fucked my older sister, so I told her it was okay she felt that way because she was too young and immature for sex anyway.  After a week of her stewing on that thought, I woke up with her in my bed, snuggled up to me naked—not hard to guess what happened then.  

My youngest sister was a no-brainer.  I set it up so she would catch my twin and me making love and of course she wanted in on all the fun.  I have to say, my 10-year-old sister was, by far, the most fun to fuck of them all—god how I love young, tight, hairless pussies!

Girls are so easy if you just know how to appeal to their vanity.  No girl wants any other girl to have something they can’t—be it lipstick or lovers.  Tease them with something they want but won’t admit to, then ignore them awhile and they’ll come clamoring. 

Back to the story at hand—one day, while watching little girls in tight shorts dance around my living room and drink my sodas, I decided I wanted to get some payback on my long-term investment in these kids.  Every few minutes, one of them had to pee from all the soda, and… had I been Superman, I would have watched them pee with my X-ray vision.  Unfortunately my permit to use my X-ray vision had expired so I had to resort to more deceptive means…

I contemplated this thought of how to watch little girls pee awhile and began to do a little web research.  I found 12 megapixel motion-detecting cameras the size of gum packs which spooled into uSD flash drives and HDTV cameras that transmitted real-time at 2.4GHz to some remote HD DVR.  So I bought an assortment of stuff and installed them in various places in the girls’ fav bathroom, in the hall near the livingroom where they generally congregated.  I had the 2 still cams set up to snap a photo every 2 seconds when they detected motion, and I had the 2 video cams spooling on demand to 2 DVRs.   I bought Bri an ear-bud receiver that she could keep covered with her hair.  I could talk to her wirelessly from the ‘monitor room’ (the corner of my home office) and I could hear the conversation via both of the HD cameras.

I showed the system to Bri, now 10½, and she was awe-struck.  I asked her to try it out and go pee.  She did but I soon realized that girls pull up their panties in such a way that they don’t expose themselves at all.  I needed a way to get them to show me some pink skin.  So I put on my poo-bear thinking cap and came up with a scathingly brilliant plan—I’d buy them all bikinis and get Bri to help me keep them naked for awhile.

I took 6 little girls—ages 10 to 13, shopping for bathing suits and spent some 200 bucks on them.  Of course they bought suits their parents would have never allowed them to buy because they knew I was ‘cool’.  I told them they could keep them in Bri’s room and wear them when they were at my house so their parents would never know.  

Home to the ‘fav bathroom’ to let them try them on.  Bri and I had worked all this out in advance so we both knew what to do.  One-by-one she took each girl into the bathroom, let them strip down to skin, and then she would take their measurements while they were naked—bust, waist, ass, and best of all, thighs so that they had to spread their legs.  Bri’s job was to get them to spread them wide.

Bri was a photographic genius.  She positioned them correctly, fumbled the tape measure to stall for time, ‘accidentally’ touched their pussies during the thigh measurement, and her most brilliant move was when she halted the thigh measurement to go get a desk lamp—leaving the victim naked for like 5 minutes.

All 6 girls had something in common—they were all sexy in their own way.  We had hand-picked 5 of them from a group of 9 of Bri’s friends.  They were smaller, shorter, and thinner than the others.  There was 1 Chinese (Annie), 3 Caucasians—2 blonds (Katrina and Courtney) and 1 brunette (Ashley), 1 Hispanic (Erika), and of course Bri who was a mutt by her own admission—Vietnamese-Caucasian with shiny black hair and dark brown eyes.  Any one of them could have won a beauty contest easily.

For girl #1, 12-year-old Katrina, Bri took her to the hall bathroom and had her strip off her clothes and stand facing the camera (which she didn’t know was there, of course).  Then Bri stood beside her and measured her butt and waist and wrote down the numbers.  For breast measurement, instead of Bri moving, she turned Katrina to show a profile of her titties and ass to the camera.  Bri measured both under her breasts and over her nipples.  She dwelled at her nipples, fumbling around to get the tape measure exactly on top of them.  This allowed her to get in some ‘feels’ of Katrina’s breasts—Katrina, of course, getting horny from being touched by another girl.  The whole setup was kind of clinical in a way so the girls were more at ease.

Bri got on her knees next to Katrina’s side to do the thigh measurement.  As she passed the tape measure between her legs from the rear, she leaned around to look at the girl’s butt to see what she was doing.  As she leaned, she reached between the Katrina’s legs from the front to get the tape and pretended to misjudge the height, ultimately dragging the side of her hand through the girl’s pussy slit.  Once the tape measure was in place, she said, “Wait, I can’t see the tape measure in this light.  I’ll go get my desk lamp,” and left the bathroom.

Once Bri was gone, Katrina stuck her finger to her clit and began to masturbate herself to a frenzy, apparently triggered by Bri’s ‘slip’ of the hand.

“Bri, don’t go back in just yet—stall a bit!  Katrina is masturbating like crazy and I got it all on tape!”

Bri did as requested and stalled until Katrina had finished her orgasm in about a minute and a half.  

“Okay you can go back in—she’s done.  She set up the light and got back on her knees.  The extra light improved the picture of her pussy considerably.

“Bri, I’m betting her pussy is dripping now!  Do what you did earlier, but this time drag your wrist through her pussy juice.”

The tape measure had fallen on the floor.  Bri picked it up again to measure and this time she slid 6 inches of her hand and wrist through the crack of Katrina’s pussy.  She got the measurement and wrote it down.

“Bri, don’t wipe it off.  Hand her the bikini top and come here.”  Katrina took the top from Bri and began to nervously fumble with it.  Bri left the room again and headed to the ‘monitor room’.  As she left, she grabbed Katrina’s bikini bottom and brought it with her to keep Katrina from finishing to dress.

“Daddy, my arm’s covered!” she said brightly as she popped into the room.

I took Bri’s left arm and examined the glistening fluid as I watched Katrina in the monitor—licking her pussy juice from the side of Bri’s hand.  I said, “Bri thanks!  You’re a genius!  Now go help her on with her bikini bottom.

Bri went back to the bathroom.  She went into the room with the bikini bottom in hand.  She dropped to her knees in front of Katrina, being careful not to block the view, and positioned the bikini for Katrina to step into.

Katrina got one foot into the bikini when Bri spoke up, “Katrina, your pussy is beautiful.  Has anyone ever licked it?”  As she spoke she ran the side of her finger through Katrina’s pussy crack for a third time, withdrew her hand, looked up at Katrina’s eyes and licked the juice from her finger.  

“Uh, no,” she stuttered.

“Can I?” Bri asked.

At this point I was as shocked as Katrina at the request.  Bri had never mentioned to me she wanted to eat a pussy.  I was really proud of her that she saw something she wanted and went for it.

“Uh I guess so.  Yeah, okay…” 

Bri scooted Katrina back against the vanity keeping her pussy in line with two of the cameras.  She helped Katrina spread her legs by placing one of her feet on the toilet lid and buried her face in Katrina’s pussy.  As she licked and sucked away at her pussy, I could see a look of unbelievable pleasure wash over Katrina’s face.

I watched this astonishing development on the monitors and masturbated—imagining I could still taste Katrina’s pussy juice.

Katrina began to cum, grunting and tugging at Bri’s head.  When it was all over, Bri had Katrina turn around and bend over with her ass to the camera.  Katrina was putty in Bri’s hands at this point.  She would have done anything Bri asked.  So Bri looked at the camera and smiled—then pulled Katrina’s ass cheeks open, exposing her asshole and pussy.  She bent over and kissed Katrina on the butt then gave her a spank.  Bri finished up with Katrina and came running back to my room.  “Daddy you need to kiss me.”

I immediately saw what she meant.  Her face was glistening with Katrina’s pussy juice.  I kissed her and licked her face clean.  She washed her face at the kitchen sink and headed back to the livingroom to get the next victim.

*****

Next up, #2 was Erika, the Hispanic girl.  She was absolutely beautiful with medium dark skin and a perfect ass.  She was the only girl who didn’t look tiny.  Erika was the oldest, 13, but she probably looked 15.  And she was on her period at the time.  She got her clothes off straight away and the little white string was dangling out.  Despite her age she hardly had a dozen pubic hairs.

Bri saw another opportunity here.  She said, “Erika, maybe you should change your tampon.”  She slid her hand up Erika’s inside leg just like a warning that she was coming.  

Erika just looked down at the 10 year old’s hand heading for her pussy and did nothing.  Bri’s hand reached the string and grabbed it, pulling it taught.  She began to pull slightly on it to make it move.  

“Does it feel good to have something inside you?”  Bri asked.

“You get used to them,” she said.  “It doesn’t feel like anything after awhile.”

Bri continued to slowly pull on her tampon.  The tampon began to dilate her sphincter muscle, and having another girl do it was, no doubt, erotic for Erika.  “But I can feel that!” Erika exclaimed.

Bri finished extracting it and there wasn’t even a single spot of pink on it.  She carefully laid it on some tissue knowing full well I would want it.

“Here, I think Mommy kept some under the sink.”  Bri got a new one out and unwrapped it.  

Erika reached for it, but crazy Bri was on a roll—“Here, Erika I can do it for you!”  She placed the applicator at the opening to Erika’s pussy and began to push it in.  Erika placed her foot on the toilet seat just like Katrina had done.

Bri was on her knees looking up into Erika’s pussy and couldn’t see her face but I could.  I got on the radio, “Bri, Erika looks like she loves it.  Fuck her with it.”

Bri pulled it back and pushed in again.  “Bri, keep going!”  So Bri began to fuck Erika in and out with the tampon applicator and Erika reached for her clit.  Bri had very small hands compared to most of the other girls as she was the youngest.  With each stroke she pushed a little more into her, including fingers.  After awhile she was going up to her knuckles.  

Erika had this look of possession on her face with her mouth open and her head thrown back.  Bri kept trying to shove her hand deeper and I could see the glistening of juice oozing down Bri’s wrist.  

Then Erika did something completely unbelievable—she reached down and grabbed Bri’s forearm and pulled out her hand, pulled out the new tampon and applicator, pinched Bri’s fingers together into a point, placed Bri’s fingers back at the entrance to her pussy, and shoved her hand back in.  She held Bri’s arm with both hands and fucked herself with it.  After a bit, Bri’s knuckles cleared Erika’s sphincter and then slipped in past the thumb.  Erika didn’t let up—she shoved until Bri was up to her wrist in Erika’s pussy.  I would have never dreamed a 13 year-old could be fist-fucked—even by a 10 year old!

“Bri, go ahead and fuck her with your fist—shove it as deep as you can without hurting her.  She’ll let you know!”  Again Bri did as asked.  She fucked her as deep as she had the strength to go and pulled out almost to the knuckles with each stroke.  Erika grabbed her B-cup breasts and squeezed them.  She began to cum hard but quietly and when she was finished she clamped her legs together, pinning Bri’s hand inside her.  

“God Bri, can I take your arm home with me?” Erika asked.

“How about you come back and use it anytime you want?”

“Deal!”

Bri pulled slowly against the friction of Erika’s legs which were mostly now wet with pussy juice anyway.  Erika’s pussy begrudgingly gave up the grip and Bri’s arm slipped out.  Bri stood up in front of Erika and licked some of Erika’s pussy juice off her hand.  

Erika took hold of Bri’s arm and licked some more of it off.

Bri headed for the bathroom door with her juice-coated arm.  

“Bri!  Where are you going?  Aren’t you gonna wash it off?”

“Naw I think I’ll let my Daddy lick it off but I won’t tell him what it is.  Ya wanna watch him do it?”

“Oh heck yeah!  I gotta see this.  Let me get my bikini on.”

“I think he’s in the kitchen,” said Bri knowing I could hear what she said.  With that warning, I got out of the monitor room and locked the door behind me—heading for the kitchen.  I grabbed a diet DP from the frige and sat down at the table with a book.

A few seconds later the two of them came into the kitchen.  “Hi girls.”  I looked Erika over from top to bottom standing there in her bikini.  I grinned big.  They collected on either side of me and I put my arms around them making sure to place my hand on the bare flesh of Erika’s hip.  “What’s up ladies?”

“Bri said, “Hey Daddy, taste this stuff on my arm and see if you like it.”

“On your arm?  What is it?”  I played dumb—beyond dumb actually…

“Just taste it, Dad.  Trust me…”

I took Bri’s arm and touched it to my tongue as if to test the stuff.  “Wow!  That’s really good!  What is this stuff?” and I began to lick away at Bri’s arm, hand, and fingers—between the fingers, everywhere.  

“That’s awesome!  You got any more?”

“Not on me.  But Erika’s got a lot more, I think.”

“Really?  Erika, you got more of this stuff?”

Erika was speechless, but rapidly turning from brown to reddish-brown in the face.

“Look, I’d give anything for some more of this great stuff.”

“Uhhhh… I don’t know Mr. Jenkins.  If you knew what it really was I don’t think you'd want it.”

I put on a serious face and pulled her ass up tight against my side, “Erika, Sweetie, I know exactly what it is… and I’d absolutely LOVE to lick as much of it off you as you'd let me.” 

“If you’re sure you wanna.”

“I tell you want.  I’ll go down to the hall bathroom and go in.  You take 5 minutes to think about it, and if you decide you want to, come on in.”  I got up and secretly handed the key to the monitor room to Bri.  Bri secretly handed me her ear bud receiver.  I walked toward the hall bath, trying to obscure my raging hard-on.  I went into the bathroom and leaned against the vanity and waited.

After I left, Bri spoke up, “Erika, he knows it’s from your pussy.  He just didn’t want to embarrass you.  You’re his favorite of all the girls.  He really has a crush on you, and he’s a great lover.  Go for it!”

Erika left Bri’s side without further hesitation and headed for the bathroom.  

Bri took the key and headed for the monitor room.  She HAD to see this real-time.  She unlocked the door and went in, locking the door behind her.  “Can you hear me dad?”

I held up a thumb to the camera.  Just then I heard a tap on the door just 1 minute after I’d given her 5 to think about it. 
 
“Come in, Sweetie,” I said with anticipation in my voice.  Erika came in and locked the door behind her.  

She shuffled over my way, looked up at me, and took my hand in her hands, “Mr. Jenkins, Bri told me how you felt about me.”

“Really?” I must have had a look of fright on my face because Bri called me on the radio. 

“Dad, Dad, I told her you had a crush on her, and you were a good lover!” she said with deliberate speed.

I continued my sentence, “She told you about my crush?”

“Yes, and I think it’s so sweet!” she said as she put her arms around my neck as best as they would reach, then stood on her tiptoes and kissed me on the lips.

Bri, back in the monitor room, began to make fun of Erika—kissing her hand, “Oh hand, I love you so much!”

I kissed Erika back gently.  “Erika, you know—you’re really beautiful.  How could any guy not have a crush on you?”

Erika pulled me tighter and began to French kiss.  I could see she was struggling with the height difference so I spread my legs to lower myself a few inches.  I placed my hands down on her butt, squeezing and rubbing her cheeks.  In seconds, she began to unbutton my shirt.  She was hot now and I was her plaything.

I put my hands inside her bikini bottoms and worked her flesh like putty.  Her butt was tight, her waist was small, and her hips were fantastic.  I pushed her bikini bottoms down a couple of inches and ran one hand up to her top.  Her small breasts were perfect and after fondling one for a moment I uncovered it and popped it into my mouth.

She moaned loudly, “Oh my god Mr. Jenkins!”

“Call me Peter, Sweetie.”  I said as I switched to the other breast and sucked away.  She pulled my shirt off me and started unzipping my pants.  My raging hard-on popped out.  I figured if she was going to take my pants off me, she must be assuming I was going to fuck her.  

I pulled her bikini bottoms down a ways and took my pants the rest of the way off.  She pulled her bikini the rest of the way off and stood before me totally naked—holy shit was she hot!  

I picked her up under the arms and sat her down on the vanity—getting on my knees, I spread her legs and plunged my tongue into her dripping pussy slit.  She pulled my head into her and moaned—propping her legs on my back.  Within a minute I had her cuming like there was no tomorrow. 

After she was done cuming, I picked her up off the vanity and sat her on the floor—turning her around so she faced the mirror.  Then I bent her over onto her elbows.  She was short so I had to spread my legs to match her height.  One of the cameras was behind me and down low so it was looking between my legs straight to her pussy.

“Daddy, god the angle on camera 2 is perfect!  The lighting is great!  You are ‘go’ for orbital insertion!” Bri was as excited to watch me fuck her as I was to do it.  

I reached under her and felt her soft breasts dangling below her.  I ran my hands up and down her back and shoulders, and across her incredible waist and ass, trying to memorize it best I could as I didn’t have a camera looking down from above.  I put my dick head to the entrance of her 13-year-old Mexican pussy and pressed—working my way into her very slowly.  It was driving her crazy and she started fucking me slowly.  I don’t know how it felt to Bri’s arm, but she was snug to me.

I took her hips in my hands to restrain her movement and fucked her at my own pace.  Despite the fact that I had jacked-off earlier, I began to build to a second climax.  I thought I was going to pull an ‘Al Bundy’ and only last 2 minutes inside this beautiful 13-year-old, but I managed to last until she was cumming.

She was making a lot of noise and it didn’t seem to matter to her that every kid in the house could probably hear her getting fucked.  It remained to be seen whether any of them recognized the sound for what it was.

We came together and I filled that little girl with so much cum it was running down both her thighs.  After I pulled out of her I got on my knees and licked her pussy clean—then proceeded to eat her to a 3rd climax.  [Footnote—it is difficult if not outright dangerous to eat a girl from below when she’s bent over and dripping.  A fella could drown in his own goo!]  When I was done with her, she could barely walk she was so weak and shaky from orgasms.

“Mr. Jenkins?  Uh, Peter?  Can I come live with you?  I want to do this every day!”

“It’s okay Sweetie, I’ll be here a long time I think.  You are welcome to, uh… ‘cum by’ any time you want.”

“And I really like Bri too!  I wish she was my sister!”

Having seen that we were finished, Bri dropped by and knocked on the door.  “Erika, I still need to get your measurements.”

I unlocked the door and Bri came in.  “Daddy?  What are you doing in here with Erika?”

“Uh, her zipper was stuck.”  I said and only afterward recalled that Erika had on a bikini.  Bri didn’t call me on my mistake, as the whole point was to fool Erika into believing Bri didn’t know what was going on.  Apparently it worked.
I swapped my ear bud for the key and left the room.  Bri took Erika’s measurements without further incident and then Bri left to get girl #3.  Erika took her delicious bikini-clad butt and crashed on the sofa in the living room with her other friends.

“Erika, what’s wrong?” one of the girls asked.

Erika mumbled, “I’m just really tired all of a sudden.” 

*****

The next, girl #3, was the 12-year-old Chinese named Annie.  She was by far, my favorite—the shortest, tiniest, and sweetest—with small boobs and a small waist that flowed into her sweet ass and hips.  Each time I saw her walk, the one word that came to mind was ‘salacious’.

Bri called her over to the bathroom.  Just watching Annie walk made my tongue hard.  Bri told her to get her clothes off so she could measure her.  Annie was always sensual—even as she took off her form-fitting white blouse and cut-offs.  Bri went about measuring Annie and writing down the data.

“Hey Annie, you know how your always making jokes about fingering yourself and getting fingered?  Has another girl ever fingered you?”

“No—but my brother does it to me all the time…”

Bri was on her knees finishing the provocative thigh measurement when she began to walk her fingers up Annie’s inside leg.  “Annie… can I finger you?”

“Uh… sure—you know what you’re doing?”  Annie spread her legs to give Bri access.

“Not really, but you tell me what to do.”  Bri began to slip her fingers back and forth in Annie’s slit and I had a good color HD video of it all.  Bri reached back behind Annie’s butt to avoid blocking the picture and slipped two fingers in her.  

A look of surprise came over Bri’s face.  “Annie, what's that in your pussy?”

“Huh?”

“There’s something inside you and it’s not a tampon.  Here, I got it,” Bri said as she pulled it out of Annie's pussy.  It was a small perfume bottle.

Annie stomped her foot, “God damnit!  My brother keeps doing this to me when I’m asleep.  He stuffs all kinds of shit in me ‘cause he knows I don’t wake up once I’m asleep.”

Bri put it to her lips and licked it erotically.  

“Annie your pussy juice really tastes good.  Can I lick your pussy?”

Annie didn’t speak but lifted herself onto the edge of the vanity with one foot on the toilet seat.  Bri crawled between Annie's legs and licked away at her pussy like a seasoned professional.

After Annie stopped writhing around from her climax and Bri moved out of the way for the camera to see.  She took the perfume bottle from the vanity, held it for the camera to see and then shoved it back up inside Annie using her thumb to press it in as far as possible.

Bri said, “Get dressed and follow me.”  

At this point Annie was willing to follow Bri like an obedient pup.  As I found out later, Annie had never been eaten—fingered and fucked, but never eaten.

“We’re going to the kitchen!”

I took that as a queue to get there quickly.   I bailed out of the monitor room and darted to the breakfast table.  Bri steered Annie down the hall and into the kitchen where I was just sitting down.  Bri led Annie up to me and stood behind her with her arms around Annie's waist. “Daddy, Annie's got something she wants to show you.”
“I do?  What?” Annie asked inquisitively.

“The perfume bottle silly—show him the perfume bottle.”

Annie went rigid and stood there paralyzed with fear—turning as red as an Asian could.

Bri said, “Oh gahd—here, I’ll get it,” and she dropped to her knees behind Annie and shoved one of Annie’s legs aside to make room.  Annie stumbled as she spread her legs.  Bri pulled the crotch of Annie’s bikini to the side and wriggled her fingers into Annie’s pussy, seizing the end of the bottle again and pulling it out of her.  Annie remained paralyzed.

“See here Daddy!  I found this inside her!  Lick it.  It’s great!”

I took the sticky bottle and placed it to my nose and smelled it.  I looked at Annie who was now staring at the bottle, no doubt wishing she was inside it.  I licked the pussy juice from the outside and stuck the bottle in my mouth like a lollipop, “OMG—that tastes good, Annie.  It’s so warm too—just like it was still up inside you.  You have some more of that juice I can have?”

Annie nodded her head ‘yes’ slightly—still unable to speak or remove her eyes from the bottle.

Bri said, “Maybe you can get it right here, Daddy,” and she took hold of Annie's bikini bottom and pulled it down until it fell to the floor.  Annie wasn’t exactly an unwilling participant in this whole assault as she had to put her legs together for her bikini to drop. 

“Is it okay if I taste some more?” I asked politely.

Again, there was a small nod.  

I extended my index finger and touched her dripping wet crack.  My finger literally fell into her slit and touched her clit.  She inhaled and took a step forward placing her arms around my neck.  I got my finger wet and brought it to my lips tasting her delicate pussy juice.  I love Orientals—their sweat doesn’t smell and their pussies have an aroma as delicate as a single rose petal.  “Mmmm, that’s so awesome, Baby.”  I frigged her where she stood for a moment and then stopped.  “Annie, how about we go to my room?”

“Okay,” came a tiny voice lurking behind her pretty lips.  

I picked her bare butt up on one arm and carried her down the hall.  I forgot all about the cameras.  I wanted her in my soft bed.  Bri followed as we went.  I laid her on my bed and began to kiss her lips.  She didn’t really know how to kiss but she certainly acted willing.  I pulled her bikini top off and sucked on her mouth-full size titties.  She was completely naked now and I couldn’t help but stare at her perfect little body.  I kissed my way down her belly until I reached her pubic bone.  She had a few hairs but not too many to count.  

Bri was trying to undo my pants as she was apparently anxious to see Annie get fucked.  She got them off me and crawled up on the bed with us.  I was eating Annie's pussy when I opened my eyes and noticed Bri up top trying to teach Annie how to French kiss.  Bri was a consummate French kisser and if anyone could do it, it was her.

Annie came quickly with both of us working on her.  I wanted to fuck her so bad I could taste it but that was going too far with Annie.  I spread her pussy open and looked at her hymen.  It was busted so I had to ask, “Annie, have you made love to someone before?”

“My daddy did me the first time.  After that my brother started doing me all the time.  Mom caught him but she won’t do anything about it ‘cause he’s her ‘little darling’.”

“Well you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to here.”  I crawled up and laid down next to her with my hard-on sticking up.

Annie crawled up on top of me and laid down on my chest where she began to practice her newly learned French kissing skills.  She was really hot, but I wasn’t exactly sure where she planned on going with this.  I was her sex toy now.

Bri got behind Annie and held my dick down until it was lined up with Annie's pussy.  She held it there while she tugged at Annie's thigh trying to get her to scoot back onto my dick.  Annie complied and my dick head started into this 12-year-old midget’s pussy.

She pumped up and down until she worked my dick all the way into her tiny twat.  I had never felt a pussy this tight in my life (but then I’ve never fucked Bri so she’s probably even tighter than Annie).  She began to fuck me all the way in and all the way out until I was cuming again.  At this point I didn’t have a notable amount of cum left for her but that didn’t deter my nut busting orgasm.  She squealed kinda like a baby pig as she came.  

Bri was frigging herself at the end of the bed while she watched my prick going in and out of Annie's pussy.  When she came, she apparently tried to mimic Annie and made a little piggy squealing noise too.  When it was all over, Bri hopped off the bed and went to check on the other girls, while Annie and I just laid there and cuddled.  

“You're really nice to me Mr. Jenkins.  You let me decide what I wanted to do.  Qingjun never asks—he just does what he wants to me like I was his keyboard or somethin’.” 

“That’s your brother?”

“Yeah, that’s my jerk brother… Someday I’m gonna put a snake in his bed.” 

“Don’t do anything bad like that to him.  It will just end up hurting you more in the long run… Annie, this was the best time I’ve had in a very long time.  Thank you.”

“Yeah, that was really fun.  I’ve never had a climax doing it before.”

“Really?  That sucks… Now I’m gonna put a snake in Qingjun’s bed for you!”

Annie giggled uncontrollably.  “I better get back to my friends.  Can we maybe do this again sometime?” she said as she hopped off the bed and put her bikini back on.

“I really hope so!”  I said as I pulled on my clothes too.  We walked down the hallway together, back to the kitchen where I sat down.  

“Oh Annie, wait.  Can you come back over here for a sec?”

She came back and stood next to me.  I said, “Okay bend over,” and I helped get her bent with her elbows on the table.  “Hold still.”  I picked the perfume bottle up from the table where I had left it before.  I pulled the crotch of her bikini to the side, wet the bottle in my mouth, pressing it back up inside her beautiful pussy using my index finger to push it in as far as possible.  I placed her bikini back over her pussy, patted her butt, and licked my finger while she watched.  

She grinned, kissed me on the forehead, and skipped off into the hallway to rejoin her friends.

I laid my head down on the table in front of me.  I was exhausted.  I was on my 2nd girl and 3rd orgasm in the past hour.  I heard an excited voice above me.  It was Bri.

“Daddy, are you ready for #4?  It’s Courtney.”

“Oh god.  Okay, my work is never done!”  I dragged myself to my feet and headed back to the monitor room.  Bri, having the energy of a 10-year-old nymph dashed off to get Courtney.

*****

Girl #4, Courtney was an 11-year-old blond beanpole but she was beautiful beyond belief.  Her silky hair reached down to her butt and you could thread a needle with her arms.  She was like the modern-day inverse of the medusa—looking into her face induced paralysis and turned your dick to stone.  I never missed a chance to catch her glance and smile at her, because the smile she returned tugged at my heart strings.  The urge to take her in my arms and hold her close always rushed over me like a chill.  Courtney’s dad had died of a heart attack a couple of years back and I think she was hurting for a father figure in her life.

Anyway, Bri rounded her up and led her to the bathroom for measurements.  The two of them were similar in size but even the younger Bri was more filled out than Courtney.  When she shed her clothes the thing that came to mind was a tinker toy—sticks for legs connecting to a surprisingly shapely ass.  She had no pubic hair and her pussy looked like a slit with no visible sign of a clit.  Her titties were nonexistent but she had beautiful pink areolas with nipples half the size of a pencil eraser.  

“Bri, brag on her figure if you can,” I said over the wireless ear bud. 

“Wow, Courtney!  We kinda look like twins naked!”

“You think so?  I think I’m too skinny, but I could eat a dead rhinoceros and wouldn’t gain any weight.”

“Me too…  I mean, uh, that didn’t come out right, did it?  I mean I can eat anything I want too, and never gain an ounce.  But my dad thinks you’re really sexy just like you are.”

“Your dad thinks I’m sexy?  Wow.  Now I know why he smiles at me so much…  He really thinks I’m sexy?” Courtney repeated in disbelief.

“Oh yeah—you have no idea.  He’s told me things he’d like to do with you if only he had the chance.”

“Really?  Like what?  What would he do to me if I gave him the chance?”

“Way to go Bri!”  I said.

Bri leaned into her and whispered into her ear, but not so quietly I couldn’t hear it in the microphones.  “He says he would love to eat your pussy.”

“No shit?  That’s awesome!  Nobody’s ever done that to me, but my sister says it’s a lot better than when she masturbates… You think he’d really do that to me if I asked him to?”  

“Well, he said he’d love to.  I’m pretty sure he meant it.”  

“Oh god, I could never ask him something like that—I’d die of embarrassment.”

“Maybe I can think of a way to help you.  Next time you talk to him, call him Peter.  He likes that…  But for now let’s just get your measurements and get you into your new bikini.”

For whatever reason, Bri restrained herself from molesting Courtney like she had the other girls.  Maybe she’d had her fill of pussy juice.  When they finished, they headed out the bathroom door hand-in-hand.  I saw in the camera that as she exited the door, she turned to the right toward the kitchen rather than toward her other friends.  I made a dash into the kitchen and met them there.  

“Hi Courtney!  Wow you look absolutely yummy in your new bikini.  I can see more of you than ever.”

“Thank you, uh, uh, Peter.”

I grinned at her strained attempt to recall my first name, and sat down at the breakfast table, “Come here baby.  Let me take a closer look at you.”

Courtney grinned and sauntered over to me with Bri at her side, shoving her forward.  “You really like my bikini?”

I placed my hands on her hips.  A chill ran down my spine as I touched her warm young flesh.  “Well, your bikini’s fantastic, but to be honest, it’s your body I really like and the bikini is just obstructing my view.”

“What does ‘uh-structing’ mean?”

“’Obstructing’ means it is covering up the most beautiful part of your body.”

“You mean… you want me to… take my bikini off?” she said cautiously in a lowered voice.

“I’d give just about anything to see you to take it off.”

“For real—in here?” she quickly glances over both shoulders.

“Well, we could go to the hall bathroom if you like.”

“Okay,” she said in a painfully shy manner.

The 3 of us departed for the bathroom.  I was the last one in after Bri and locked the door.  Bri’s presence helped give Courtney a little backbone to see this through.  I got down on my knees on the carpet and smiled at Courtney almost eye-to-eye.  

“You really want me to take it off?”

“I want you to do whatever you feel comfortable doing, but I’d love it if you did take it off.” 

Bri chimed in, “come on Court.  You know you want him to see your pussy so just take a deep breath and do it!”

She turned a little red at Bri’s utterance of the word ‘pussy’ but placed her thumbs in the strings on each side and began shoving the offending garment down... cautiously.  As soon as it came into view, I poured on the complements.

“Oh my god, Court.  It’s as beautiful as your face.  I’ve always wanted to lick a pussy this cute.”

“Uh, uh, if you wanted to, you could lick ME.  I mean… I uh… would like to… uh you know… know what it feels like.”

“My pleasure, little angel.”

“’Little devil’ is more like it!” Bri interjected.

“Shut up, Bri.  I like it!”  Courtney retorted.

I picked her up and sat her on the vanity in the now-well-established pussy eating position.  I moved her right foot onto the toilet seat to spread her open.  I leaned her back against the mirror and slowly approached her tiny prepubescent pussy with my mouth.  I placed my arms under her legs with my thumbs on top her hips.  Her body was so small my thumbs almost touched in the middle!  She lifted her other foot up in the air so I placed it on my shoulder to help her relax.  

I kissed the insides of her thighs slowly and as delicately as if they were made of rice paper.  She took a deep breath as I approached her crotch.  I licked up each side of her slit, avoiding her clit.  I moved my thumbs down to her crotch and spread her open to examine her hymen.  It was intact so any hope of fingering or fucking her was out of the question.  I went back to holding her tiny ass and placed the tip of my tongue into her slit.  I stared at her hole and wiggled my way up toward her clit.  She was as wet as any of the other girls—definitely into what was happening to her.

Bri watched intently, “I bet that feels pretty good right about now, huh?”

“Oh, yeah.”

Bri climbed onto the vanity and leaned over to kiss Courtney.  Watching the two of them French kiss was as erotic as eating Courtney’s pussy.  I finally made it to Courtney’s tiny clit.  I wasn’t sure she could even feel anything with her matchhead-sized clitoris.  I soon found out she could.  I got my lips around it and sucked it out of its sheath—slowly working it with my tongue.  

“Oh god!  Ooooh!  Ooooh!” Courtney drug out every syllable in rhythm to the sweeps of my tongue.

By pulling her ass into me, I pressed my chin into her hole and assaulted her clit with a passion I hadn’t felt since I first started eating Bri’s pussy.  She realized the value of having my chin pressed into her hole and bucked against me to feel the pressure.  After some minutes I felt her heal drop down on my back and pull me toward her with it.  She began to tremble like she was naked in a snow storm—her hand on her right nipple was tormenting it between her finger tips.  Bri had Courtney’s mouth plugged up with one too many tongues so when her orgasm started, her shrieks were muffled… somewhat.

She accidentally bit Bri’s lip and Bri jumped back—mouth unplugged, the shriek came out.  She bent forward, grabbed me behind the neck and pulled me into her pussy hard enough I almost bit her.  As it was, I think I injured my lip against my teeth.  A few seconds later, she pushed me back and relaxed against the mirror—now beginning to fog up in an outline around her sweating body.

“Holy shit!” she exclaimed and then recovered her slip-of-the-tongue apologetically, “Oh I’m sorry, Mr. Jenkins.”

“No, I think ‘holy shit’ is the nicest complement you could pay me in this situation.”

“Thank you, Mr. uh, Peter.  That was the best climax I’ve ever had in my life.”

“Just how long have you been having climaxes anyway?”

“Since my sister showed me how to do it when I was 8… no 7.”

“You have a great sister then,” I said as I helped her and Bri down from the vanity.  

Courtney put her bikini back on, then stepped toward me and gave me a big hug.  “I’ll never forget this, Peter.”

“Well, you know… if you do forget any part of it, you are most welcome to come over for a refresher course.”

“Really?!  That’s awesome!  How about Tuesday, ‘cause I have soccer practice tomorrow?”

“Any time—just give me a few minutes warning if you can.”

Courtney unlocked the door and scurried out.

“Jeez Daddy, you certainly made a lifetime friend in her.” Bri chuckled.

“No kidding.  If I ever need to kill someone, I’ll just ring her up and hand her a gun,” I quipped.

*****

Bri headed out to get #5—Ashley, the quirky little 12-year-old brunette who was sitting reading a book.  The other girls were taking turns playing video games—apparently to burn off some of their estrogen or progesterone or whatever hormone makes little girls so fucking horny on a whim.  

Ashley was the super brain of the bunch.  Bri was smart but Ashley exuded wit which constantly reminded those around her of her young genius.  Ashley had a pretty face but her body was smoking.

One thing I’ve learned about smart people—they are generally so nerdy they push the opposite sex away and give the appearance of being over-sexed, if not down right perverted.  I knew guys at work who were so nerdy they practically went home and jacked off to a new mouse driver.  And as I was about to find out—Ashley was no exception.

Bri brought Ashley into the bathroom toting her new bikini.  Ashley shucked off her street clothes rapidly and began to pull on the bikini bottom—her small, firm breasts refusing to yield to the shift in gravity.

“Ashley… Ashley… Earth to Ashley… hello in there,” Bri said tapping Ashley on the back of the head with her finger.

“Don’t put your bikini on until we get your measurements.”  

Ashley finally acknowledged.  “Oh yeah.  I forgot.  God I’ve been so horny all day.  Ever since my brother went off to school, I’ve been climbing the walls.”

“Uh, why are you using the words ‘horny’ and ‘brother’ in the same sentence?” Bri acted shocked at the implication.

“Because before he left for MIT, he was fucking me almost every night.”

‘Holy crap’ I thought!  It appeared every girl in the house had a dirty little secret of some kind.  I’d heard that like-people congregate.  I was beginning to wonder if the other four girls we didn’t invite to our little soiree were just as kinky. 

“No shit.  He was that good?”

“Oh geez.  There’s nothing hotter than having sex with a relative.  You know?”

“Oh I think I can imagine,” Bri said as if she didn’t already know its erotic allure.

“I mean, like just knowing your own brother is cumming inside you makes you feel so good.” 

“Ohhhh…kay… I’ll have to remember that next time I get a brother.”

“I’m serious—you should try it.”

“You do know I don’t have a brother, right Ashley?  I can’t just pull a brother out of my butt.”

“I forget stuff—there’s too much stuff in my head all trying to get out at once…  You know, you should let your daddy fuck you.  That might be even better than a brother.  Yeah, that’s even more taboo than fucking your brother.  That’d work.  Why didn’t I think about this before?  Maybe I’ll ask Dad—I gotta find some relief.” 

Bri was finishing up Ashley’s measurements as Ashley concluded her thesis on the advantages of incest.  “Okay you can put your suit on.  Then you need to take my measurements because there’s nobody else to do it.”

Ashley pulled on her suit and reached for the doorknob.  “…BEFORE you go outside, Ashley.”

“Oh yeah.”  Ashley began measuring Bri’s petit body with great precision.  “Across your nipples- 22 and 25/32nds.”

“I think accuracy to a quarter inch will be sufficient, Einstein.”

“Okay fine- 22 and ¾.”

I called on the ear bud, “Hey Bri, do you think we can help this girl?  She seems pretty desperate and a little crazy.”  

Bri looked toward one of the video cameras and shrugged with both palms in the air.

Ashley finished the measurements and Bri slipped on her new bikini.  As they exited the door, Ashley spoke up, “Let’s go talk to your dad.”

“About?” quizzed Bri.

“Relief.”

“Whose relief?”

“Ours!”

“I thought you were going to talk to YOUR dad about relief, not mine!”

Once again, I met up with the girls heading for the kitchen—funny how that seemed to happen with such regularity…

“Hey ladies, waz hangin’?”

“Don’t you mean, ‘howzit hangin’, Dad?”

“Whatever, urchin.  What… do… you… want…?” I growled with a grin, thinking I knew full well the topic at hand.

“Mr. Jenkins, Bri has a problem and she’s hoping you can help,” Ashley said bluntly.

“I have a problem?  You mean you have a problem,” Bri corrected.

“WE… have a problem and were hoping you can help…  You like girls, right?” Ashley asked.

“I should certainly hope so—as do most men.”

“No, I mean, you like young girls like us, right?”

“I must.  My house seems to be infested with them in recent months.”

“No, no. I mean would you like to have sex with girls like us?” Ashley continued.

Bri, clearly flustered with how the conversation was dragging, blurted, “Dad, she wants to know if you’ll fuck the two of us,” throwing her hands on her hips with a look of annoyance.

My jaw dropped.  Even with everything I’d seen, and done, and heard from all these girls today, the seeming admission that Bri finally wanted to experience making love with her father overwhelmed me.

“Yes—exactly.  Well said, Bri—straight to the point,” Ashley responded.

“Bri, Honey.  You’re including yourself in this?”

“Sure—you're the one who didn’t want to go that far, not me.  I've wanted to do it for a long time.”

“And Ashley, what is it you want?” I played dumb.

“Mr. Jenkins, I’m used to sex every night but my brother moved away and now I’m going crazy from excessive estrogen levels.  And just smelling your androstenone excretions is making it worse!”

“Smelling my what?” I acted shocked.

“An-dros-te-none—5 alpha androst 16 en…”

“Stop, STOP, Ashley—I won’t understand it anyway.  What does it have to do with your problem?  And what is your problem again?”

“Okay—so guys produce androstenone—it’s a steroid which acts like a pheromone to trigger an increase in the female’s production of estrogen which is responsible for making us aroused.  And standing here next to you, I feel like my estrogen level is increasing.”

“You’re getting horny smelling me?” I asked as I peered at her through squinted eyes.

“Yes.”

“You could have just said that, Ashley… but then you’d sound dumb just like the rest of us, huh?”  

She looked down at her feet.  It was evident that she really didn’t know how to carry on a normal conversation.  I reached out and pulled both girls up next to me and gave them a hug.  “So, as I see it, what I have here are two horny little girls, being hugged by a horny old man.  Now what could we possibly do to relive this situation?”

Ashley spoke up, “You could…”

“It was a rhetorical question Ashley—here come with me,” I said as I stood up and took each by a shoulder, leading them down the hall toward my bedroom.  “Ashley, do girls produce this androstenone stuff too?”

“Yes.” 

“Cause it seems to me that you two are mostly smelling this stuff off each other—kind of like a shark feeding frenzy.”

“But a feeding frenzy is a different mechanism…”

“Ashley, if you keep making me feel so stupid, I’m gonna duct tape your mouth shut,” and I hugged her up close to me as we walked, “and if that happens, we won’t be able to French kiss.”  She looked up at me and grinned.

As I closed the door and turned back around, Ashley’s bikini was already gone and her naked ass was crawling across the bed.  Bri was looking at me like ‘WTF?’  

“Bri, let’s show Ashley how to have a good time in bed rather than just getting fucked.”  Bri smiled and winked—dropping her last garment on the floor as she joined Ashley on the bed.  I stayed in my clothes for now.  I wanted Bri to teach Ashley how to undress a guy.  

I laid down next to Ashley and placed my arm around her.  She looked a little stiff like she was just waiting to get fucked by her brother.  I kissed her on the cheek but it had no effect.  I repositioned myself more on top of her and kissed her lips.  Her eyes moved toward me but her mouth was puckered like a butthole.

“Bri, I think Ashley needs your course on French kissing.  What do you think?”  I sat up on the bed with legs folded.

“My pleasure, Daddy.  But let’s demonstrate first.”  Bri came over in front of me, smiling, “I love you, Daddy,” she said as she sat down in my lap facing me with her legs around behind me.  We placed our arms around each other and drew one another close—tilting our heads and kissing like horny toads.

I kept an eye on Ashley.  She continued to lay there for a few seconds then sat up on her elbows—watching intently as our tongues made love to one another.  We made small moaning noises as we kissed—expressing our pleasure in having each other in such an intimate embrace.  After several minutes of kissing, Bri broke the bond and crawled up onto Ashley, sitting down on her pelvis.  She leaned into Ashley’s lips and began to kiss her.  I sat back and watched.  

Ashley was a good learner.  It became apparent she had never made love—she had only been ‘fucked’ to put it in her own words.  As her training continued, I could see she was beginning to get into the spirit of things, so I reached down and picked up her limp arm—placing it on Bri’s bare back.  At first she just held it there but as the heat of their union intensified, she placed both hands on Bri’s back and pulled her body into her.

I laid back down and watched closely as their breasts slid around on each other—which I’m guessing helped to intensify their respective experiences.

Once again, Bri broke the embrace and started kissing her way down Ashley’s chest.  She passed up her breasts and continued to kiss downward toward her pussy.  I could see where this was going.  It seemed the teacher had learned some new moves earlier in the day and was about to practice them.  As soon as the coast was clear, I lip-locked a nipple and pleasured my face on her beautiful little breasts.  All-the-while Bri was working down across Ashley’s mound.

I was pretty self-absorbed nursing Ashley’s right breast and fondling the left one, when Ashley abruptly sucked in air and arched her back up.  I looked to Bri for the source of Ashley’s sudden inspiration and saw she had just sucked Ashley’s clit into her mouth.  Ashley made an ugly face as if she was about to cry or something but she reached out, seizing Bri’s head and pulled it into her crotch.

I decided to see how much she had learned about kissing and began to kiss her.  She freed up one hand to place behind my head and tongued my mouth eagerly.  I heard her begin screaming into my mouth and knew her time had come.  She thrashed her head and bucked her ass.  The only thing keeping her from taking off like a bottle rocket was that I was lying across her chest and Bri had her pelvis pinned down with a hand on each hip and her nose on top of her mound.  

I kind of expected to look down and see blood gushing from Bri’s broken nose, but she had anticipated the upward thrust of Ashley’s pubic bone and had managed to dodge it.  Ashley slowly came down from her climactic high—her sweet ass going from convulsive jerks to slow orbits on my daughter’s face.  I smiled at her as she opened her eyes.

“Oh my god!  WTF was that all about?” Ashley exclaimed.

“Was that better than you usually have?” I asked.  Bri was looking up from Ashley’s pussy, grinning like the Cheshire cat. 

“Better than I usually have?  I don’t even know what the hell it was!  My brain left my body and floated above us.”

“You’ve never had a climax?” Bri beat me to the question.

“Well, I thought I had, but I’ve never felt anything even close to that.  Thank you, Bri… and thank you Mr. Jenkins.”

“You know, we’re not finished with your lesson in making love.  Do you want to continue?” I asked.

“Oh hell yes!”

“You see, Daddy.  Ashley can speak English when she’s properly motivated,” Bri said as she grinned at Ashley and gave her a final lick across the clit.

“Okay, Ashley.  How about you roll over and get on your knees and elbows.  According to Dr. Ruth, ‘dog style’ is the easiest way for girls to have an orgasm.  Is that okay with you?”

“You guys obviously know what you’re doing.  Whatever you say.”

She popped into position with her cute little ass sticking up.  Bri laid down near Ashley’s breasts, apparently so she could nibble on them at the appropriate time.  At this point I decided to defer the ‘undressing a guy’ training, and climbed off the bed—whipping my clothes off in record time.  I was intent on making Ashley scream with another climax before I was done.  Next time she saw her brother, I wanted her to punch him out for not giving a shit about how she felt.

I crawled in behind Ashley’s incredible ass and placed the head of my dick at the entry to her precious belly.  I held onto her hips and pressed in a little and held it. 

“I’m not a virgin Mr. Jenkins.  You can go ahead and just fuck me.”

“Hey young lady, please hold questions and comments until class is over,” and I popped her on the ass lightly (not being into BDSM).

“Yes sir.”

I pulled back and slowly pressed into her again—this time making it in a half inch.  I continued this process slowly, gaining a quarter inch at a time, until I could feel myself touching her cervix.  At this point I held her hips and pressed in hard, stretching her pussy to its limit (not bragging, but remember she’s 12 years old and petit).

She made that characteristic ‘guttural moan’ people make when they think they’re ready to turn inside-out during sex. 

“Ashley, any more questions about my timing?” I asked.

“NO!” she growled.

Bri slithered under her, took a breast into her mouth, and began practicing her ‘clit teasing magic’ on Ashley’s nipple—another deep moan…

I pulled completely out.  She whimpered.  I pressed in steadily all the way to the back.  She moaned.  This continued for awhile until I thought she had the rhythm down, then I changed it.  I picked up speed and quit pulling all the way out. 
 
“Bri… clit,” I sputtered because I was feeling pretty freakin good myself at this point.  Bri knew exactly what I meant and reached her hand back to Ashley’s pussy.  She must have started rubbing her clit as requested because Ashley arched her back up as if to force better contact between server and client.

I could feel my head swelling inside Ashley’s petit vagina.  Ashley could feel it too because she buried her face in her pillow and let out what could be best described by listening to the soundtrack of ‘The Exorcist’.  I picked up speed and pounded that little girl’s ass like a metal press cranking out car fenders.  Bri bailed out from under Ashley’s chest (I said she was smart) to avoid getting squished in the eventual collapse.

I came as hard as ever in my life—crying out with her, “Oh god Ashley, I’m filling you up with cum, baby.  Daddy’s fucking you, baby!”  Which was a lie on both counts—my cum was pretty much exhausted from the other little girls’ asses I’d pounded earlier, and she wasn’t my daughter either but I still loved the fantasy.

After Ashley’s wailing died had down, I pulled out of her—collapsing next to her, opposite Bri.  Ashley collapsed in situ, belly down. 

“And that, my dear, is making love,” I said in an arrogant tone.

Ashley was speechless—her panting was fast and heavy, and she was drooling onto the pillow she had previously screamed into.  She lifted her finger up and pointed it at me and shook it as if pressing numbers on a keypad but no words came out.  At first I thought she might be asking me to call 9-1-1.

“Are you okay?” I asked just in case I’d ripped her organs loose or something.

Her nods were exaggerated and deliberate—roughly translating to, ‘Oh hell yeah!’

I gave her a couple of spanks on the ass.  OMG, that sweet little ass of hers sticking up from her prostrate position.  If I had an ounce of strength left, I’d lift it up and fuck it again.  But I was down for the count.  I flopped onto my back. 

“Bri, honey—come here lover.”  She crawled over Ashley’s legs and up to my face, smiling as always. 

“Baby you haven’t been having much fun today.  You’ve helped everybody else have a climax but you haven’t had one of your own.”

“No Daddy—not true.  I have fingers on both hands you know,” and her intrinsic smile got bigger.

“Come up here and sit on Daddy’s face Sweetie.”  She didn’t have to be asked twice.  She bounded like a bunny up to the position she’d been in so very many times before and gently parked her supersaturated pussy on my face.  Juice was everywhere like she’d been playing in the tube of K.Y.  I licked up a lot of it in the process of working my way to her clit.  I nestled her little butt cheeks in the palms of my hands like I always did and lovingly licked my little girl’s pussy to a brain-fucking climax.

“Oh Daddy.  Oh god Daddy I love you so much!  Oh yeah.  Ooooh yeah.  Eat me Daddy!”  She knew I loved to hear her talk ‘dirty’ as she got near her climax and she laid it on thick today—maybe to impress Ashley—maybe because she was just so pent-up with lust from the day’s activities.

In two minutes, Bri came hard, once banging my nose with her pubic bone—but fortunately I averted permanent damage.  

After Bri flopped off me, onto the bed, Ashley finally felt compelled to speak.

“I will never fuck anyone ever again… From now on, I’m ‘making love’.”

“I’m happy we could assist you in crossing over to the ‘dark side’.”

“Mr. Jenkins, you still need to make love to Bri,” she said with the side of her face still smashed into the pillow—inhibiting normal speech.

“Honey, I think it’s better if Bri and I do that when we’re alone.  You know she and I are not just lovers—we are ‘in love’.”

Bri crawled back on top of me and hugged me tightly.  “I love you, Bri.”

“You too, Daddy.”

*****

We dressed and joined back up with the other ‘bikini-ites’ who, by this time, were all starving.  We agreed on deep-dish pizza and ordered it for delivery.

“Girls!” I said as I hung up the phone, “let’s give the pizza boy a little thrill and all 6 of you guys go to the door when he rings the bell.  Whatcha think?”  The room filled with affirmative giggling.  After a good 45 minutes, the bell rang.  They all ran to the door and swung it open.  The pizza boy, probably 18 or 20, dropped his jaw.  The girls synchronously busted into more giggles.  

Someone from the rear of the pack, yet to be identified asked, “Is he getting hard?”

And with that, the pizza boy dropped the pizza.  More giggles.  Annie picked up the pizza carrier and brought it in, Bri continued to hang onto the cash, and the other 4 girls grabbed the pizza boy and pulled him into the house—running their hands over his upper body.  Then Katrina grabbed his dick and squealed, “OMG!  He IS hard!  You like what you see?”  

He nodded.  

“Oh, you like little girls, huh?”  

He nodded again.

“WRONG answer!”  

Bri stuck the money in his hand, Annie handed him back the empty pizza carrier, and Katrina said, “Don’t forget to think about us when you beat off tonight!” then they shoved him back out the door and closed it.  Girls can be so cruel en masse.

After pizza, they lounged around the edge of the pool until it was safe to go in and then went swimming.  

Me—I sat under an umbrella sipping diet DP and glairing bug-eyed at all the cute, wet, bikini-cladded asses bobbing in and out of the pool.  I reflected on all their pussy juice I’d licked up that morning, the 3 of them that I’d fucked, and I especially dreamed of what was to come—Bri and I would finally get to make love if it was even physically possible.  

I thought about tiny Courtney’s body—so similar to Bri’s and looking impossibly small.  Perhaps I should convince her to wait a year or two more.  We’d waited this long.  It wouldn’t be so bad. 

After they came in from the pool, they changed back into their street clothes.  One by one, the girl’s parents came by to pick up their little darlings.  When one of the girls called to Courtney that her mom was pulling into the driveway, she came running in to see me and jumped on my lap.  She threw her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear, “Tuesday, right?”

“You bet your cute little ass, Courtney.”  For a year, I had drooled over the site of this little nymph, wishing I could get close enough to just touch her beautiful skin—now she's making dates with me for oral sex.  

She kissed me again and ran off to the door waving, “Bye everybody.  Bye Mr. Jenkins”.

When it was time for Annie to go, she ran into where I was sitting, stopped dead 10 feet from me, grinned from ear-to-ear for 5 seconds, and then ran back to the door to leave.

When I heard it was time for Erika to leave, I walked into the livingroom in time to see her kiss Bri on the mouth, and then turn and wink at me before she ducked out the door.

Ashley was last.  She walked to me and hugged me up tightly. “I’m sorry I'm such a geek Mr. Jenkins.  I know I make you feel stupid, and I don’t mean to.”

“Thank you Ashley.  I feel SO much better now with that admission…” I resigned.

“I’m trying to tell you, ‘I’m in love with you’,” she said with exasperation in her voice.

“Ashley, I love you too, but next year while you’re working on your Ph.D. I’ll be contemplating what kind of adult diapers I want to wear to your graduation.”

“Mr. Jenkins!  I’m trying to be serious!  I really do love you because you were so wonderful to me today.  You taught me how to relieve my sexual frustrations.”

“Ashley, I am always around to help you with your sexual frustrations.  Come by any time and we can make love.”

“Awesome!  Thanks Mr. Jenkins!” she said as she grabbed her bag and darted out the wrong door… then returned in a few seconds, “that was the garage.”

“I know,” pointing her toward the front of the house. “And practice your non-geek languages,” I yelled to her as she left out the correct door this time.

*****

“Bri, this was an exhausting day.”

“Yeah, but we got some awesome videos.  And we need to check the still shots,” she said.

“Personally, I just want to lie down on the bed with my lover in my arms and go to sleep,” I said with a yawn.

“When are WE going to make love, Daddy?”

“Got any adrenaline and a cardiac needle on ya?”

“Now you're beginning to sound like Ashley.”

“My problem with Ashley is I don’t know if she's complementing me or talking dirty.  I wonder how many books she's read in her life.”

“She showed me her library in her bedroom and said she’d read every book.”

“How big was her bookcase?”

“I don’t know, but it covered her entire wall—maybe three times the size of our bookcase.”

“Einstein poster?”

“Hawking.”

“No kidding!  Poor thing.  She's desperate to fill her brain with knowledge but fighting the urges of adolescence at the same time… Let’s go to bed Sweetheart.  I promise tomorrow, we’ll make a special day of it.”  I picked up my baby, my lover, under the arms and hugged her tight.  She threw her legs around my waist, I cradled her butt with my arm, and we marched off to bed.

*****

I woke up the next morning feeling alive and happy.  I rolled over and snuggled up to Bri who was still sound-asleep.  I started thinking about the things that had happened to bring us to this point.

I thought back to when Bri was 6 and her mother, Lai Le, got on that flight from Atlanta to Denver on a business trip.  About 23 minutes into the flight, the pilot illegally parked on the side of a mountain just inside the Alabama border.  Bri’s mom died, never knowing what hit her.  And a part of Bri died with her.  The law suit paid out $11.3M last year so I quit work to raise my daughter.  The 75 milliseconds?  That was the time it took for the plane to crush from the nose back to where my wife was sitting.

We really hadn’t changed things in our lives since then except to put away Lai Le’s things—not to forget her life, but to stop reliving her death.

After her mom died, Bri took it upon herself to try to replace her mother in my life—helping around the house, helping do the grocery shopping, being my snuggle buddy.  And I have done all I can to make her transition to single-parent status tolerable.  We’ve become something of an odd couple—soul mates I guess.

I watched Bri sleep for a long time—thinking about her innocence, her beauty, her unbridled desire to please others.  I decided to declare today, ‘Sabrina’s Day’.  I quietly crawled out of bed and dressed.  

In the kitchen, I ate a quick breakfast myself and prepared Bri her favorite—grits, eggs, and toast with jam.  I pulled out the lap tray—invariably only used on birthdays, and placed her breakfast on it with fresh orange juice.

I took the tray to the bedroom and sat down on Bri's side of the bed, placing my hand on her shoulder, “Good morning, Precious.”

“Ummmm… hi Daddy.  Good morning,” she said as she peered from beneath one eyelid.

“Hey baby, you're missing it.  Today is ‘Sabrina’s Day!”  I picked up the tray and held it over her.

“Missing whaaaat?” she asked, extruding her words as she yawned.  “Sabrina’s Day?  What’s that?”  She sat up and scooted back against the headboard.

I set the tray down over her lap and kissed her on the forehead.  “It’s when Daddy decides to pamper his baby with whatever she wants all day long.”

“Wow, Daddy!  Thanks for breakfast.  I love this, you know.”

“Yep, I know it’s your favorite. That’s why I made it.”  Bri dug in and ate like a street urchin.  “Holy cow!  You're hungry.”

“I worked hard yesterday.  A girl has to keep up her strength.”

“So what would you like to do special today?”

“Hmmmm…  How about we go walk around the mall and then eat Italian for lunch?”

“Sounds like fun.  When you're done here, go get a shower and we’ll go.”

“Can we do the ‘automatic baby wash’, Daddy?”

“Sure!” I said.  After she finished her breakfast, I moved the tray and carried her in my arms to the shower.  We both sleep naked so I only had to shed my robe.  

Once in the shower, I engaged what I refer to as the ‘automatic baby wash’ whereby I hold a soapy washcloth and make machinery noises while she holds her arms up and rotates.  It’s not a precise science but I start scrubbing somewhere in the middle and then work toward both ends—generally slowing or stopping at certain places to perform any necessary detailing.  

She always giggles incessantly and I enjoy the togetherness we have.  And besides, naked little girls are just so damn cute to look at.  It makes me smile the rest of the day just thinking about it.

Seeing Bri like this made me think of skinny little Courtney again.  I wondered how she would like the ‘automatic baby wash’ to brighten her day.

When we were done, we dressed and headed for the mall.  We walked a lot, looked a lot, and bought a stuffed animal—some kind of monster with its eyes out on stems.  And we let Daddy look in the tech stores for gadgets.  We had ice cream at one of those outrageously overpriced mall shops.  

Then we headed for a little family Italian restaurant we sometimes went to.  We got spaghetti and meatballs and proceeded to reenact the scene from ‘Lady and the Tramp’.   The ladies there thought we looked so cute sucking up the same strand of spaghetti.  What was important was that Bri thought it was fun.  

When we got home, we watched a movie on TV and snuggled in my big easy chair.  The movie was “Fly Away Home” about the little girl who lost her mother in a car crash and went to live with her father in Canada.  Bri and I both cried through the first 15 minutes of the movie but in the long run it helped remind her that other kids were in her shoes too.  After the movie, we had a light dinner.  

“So what’s next Pumpkin?”

“Remember when Ashley was here yesterday and you said that because we were in love, we should make love privately?  Well, we’re private now.”

“Are you sure, Bri?  You know you're still pretty young…”

“Daddy, I think I've been more than patient with you since mom died—waiting for you to start making love again.  I swear if you don’t do it tonight, I’m gonna go get my hairbrush and do it myself,” she spoke with deliberation in her voice and one hand on her hip.

“‘General Hospital’?”

“‘Days of Our Lives’.  I added the part about the hairbrush…”

“I thought so…  Drama queen!”

“Lazy butt!”

“Little twat!”

“Big dork!”

And with that, the tickle fight started.  I would have won but Bri located that dime-sized spot on my back that makes me writhe convulsively.  After I collapsed to the floor, she bolted.  I pursued and tackled her on the bed, face down.  Pinned down like the victim of a roll-over, I held her and nibbled at her neck.  She squealed like the weak little piggy she was.  I found her dime-sized spot and tickled her until she screamed the magic word, ‘supercalifragilisticexpialidocious’.  

Having uttered the magic word, I was now bound by the rules of engagement to cease and desist.  Soooo, I slid down her reedy body, letting my fingers poke and prod her ribs until I got to the waistband of her satiny slacks.  I hooked my fingers in the elastic and worked the smooth fabric off her tight little ass cheeks, taking her panties with them.  I snuffled her butt crack with my proboscis—wiggling my tongue down into her crack and licking her asshole.  She reacted in hysterical giggling.  

I pulled her slacks and panties down and off her flawless, thin legs and tossed them on the floor.  Seizing a foot, I sat down below her and kissed it.  I took the big toe between my lips—conjuring up extra saliva, I fucked my mouth with it and ran my tongue round and round its perimeter.  I applied this technique to all the other little piggies as I listened to a seemingly endless stream of blasphemous utterances, “Oh god!  Oh jesus Daddy!  Stop!... you're killing me…”  But Daddy never let up until all the little piggies had been properly cleaned…  

Then I nudged her legs apart and crawled up even with her butt again.  Running my hands under her legs, I lifted her up by the hips until I could comfortably reach her pussy with my tongue.  I proceeded to lick the insides of her thighs and along either side of her crack.  I pressed my mouth to her hole and blew air into her pussy.  She gasped and wiggled her butt.  When I broke the seal, air rushed out, spitting pussy juice in my face.  She squeezed her tummy muscles and let a pussy fart in my face—bursting into another fit of giggles.  

I spread her pussy open and for a moment stared at her hymen—the offending membrane which would be the source of pain for her if she insisted on me proceeding.  I encouraged her to roll over onto her back.  I slipped my index finger into her pussy and stretched her hymen outward.

“You know this thing is going to have to pop if we continue.”

“Daddy, I DON’T CARE!  I just want it over with so we can do what we want.”

At that moment, I had an epiphany.  I started growling and in my monster voice said, “oh so you DO little urchin!  Maybe I’ll just eat you up and you won’t have to worry about it any more!”  

I crawled off the bed, leaned over her and began gnawing at her ribs—growling and snorting like a monster.  She giggled and squealed and thrashed about trying to fight me off.  I ran one arm under her shoulders and began tickling her ribs from beneath her.  The other hand dove between her legs and under her butt.  My mouth gnawed away at her belly, chest, ribs—every place I could reach.  I continued until she was in utter hysteria.

From that position, I picked her up and flew her around the room—spinning, gnawing, tickling.  My thumb, coated by her juices, was strategically poised at the small opening below her hymen.  During one of the spins and dives with her body, I deliberately stuffed my thumb under her hymen, into her virgin hole and popped her cherry.

“Aow!” she yelped, buried in her laughter and tears of hilarity.  As I held her nearly vertical in front of me, my thumb was imbedded in her up to the first joint.  Surely now, the deed was done and the pain had not been associated with sex but obscured in horse play.

I tossed her onto my shoulder like a sack of potatoes—withdrawing my thumb as I went.  She wrapped her arms around me and I gave her a couple of loving spanks on her bare butt.  

Examining my thumb, I could see traces of blood—not a lot, but evidence none the less.  She couldn’t see my face from her vantage point so I licked it clean.  I decided if she didn’t know what had happened, I was not going to tell her—at least not just yet.

I carried her back to the bed and laid her down on her back.  She was still giggling and grinning so I concluded that she was no worse for the wear.  I crawled on top or her and we kissed passionately for quite some time before I began moving my kisser on down her body.  

I nibbled at each nipple in turn—then continued my trek downward.  Licking her belly button always caused her to double up in laughter, so I stayed there only long enough to be a nuisance.  I explored the area from belly button to pubic mound extensively, kissing her tender flesh and taking in the beauty of it all.  At the mound, I chewed it like a piece of calamari just before diving into her prepubescent slit.  

I opened her up and examined her now-destroyed hymen.  There was a small accumulation of blood but it was far less than I expected.  I began to lick at her clit—only occasionally darting down to her wounded hole.  I wanted to clean it up without making it an object of too much interest.  If my licking caused it to sting, I didn’t want to dwell there too long.  

Anyway, Bri was enjoying the invasion—her head was arched back and her mouth stayed open uttering periodic moans of pleasure.  I gently sucked on her clit and surrounding flesh until she came for me.  

Now the time had come for her to experience what I had kept from her all these years.  I worked my way up to her face and kissed her again.  Supporting myself on one elbow, I aligned my prick at her slit with the other hand and slid it up and down to lubricate it with whatever juices remained after eating her.  I dropped the head down to her soft opening and pressed in enough to keep it in place.

Bri spoke up, “I love you, Daddy,” she said with such tenderness in her tiny voice.

“I love you too, Peanut,” I said as I began to press into her.

“Oh god!  Mmmmm.  I love it, Daddy.  Don’t stop.”  I worked it in and out in small increments to get it wet.  She was tight alright, but not restrictively so—at least not so far. We spent the next 5 minutes working my dick in until it would go no further.  She ran out of vagina before I ran out of dick.  I would just have to remember not to get carried away during an orgasm. I had her place her legs up on my chest so that she could instinctively protect herself in case I did get carried away.  

She was as turned on as I’d ever seen her—maintaining her little dirty-talk routine as we continued.  “Oh yeah, Daddy.  It’s better than I imagined it.  I’ve waited for this for so long.  Make me cum again like you did Erika and Annie and Ashley yesterday.”

After quite some time, Bri said, “Daddy, here it comes.  Go just a little deeper.  Oh yeah, that’s it.  Fuck me Daddy.  Oh god.  Ohhhh god!  Ohhhh gahd!!!” and she squealed intelligible stuff after that.  Her climax triggered mine and I filled her up until it squished out around my dick and ran down the crack of her ass.  “Oh baby!  I love you so much!”

We rolled over so that she was lying on top of me and my dick was still in her—at least for the time being.  I wasn’t very tired because we had gone so slowly.  Bri was all smiles and just laid there and nibbled on my lips.  I stuffed a pillow under my head so she could reach my lips and stay impaled at the same time.

“I don’t ever want to take it out.  I just want to stay like this.”

“You know, the best thing about sex is there’s always a ‘next time’ to look forward to, but before you can do that you first have to end ‘this time’.”

“It’s still ‘Sabrina’s Day’ Dad.  I get to do what I want, so just lie there.”

“Yes mam.”  She hadn’t realized yet that post-climactic dicks turn to jell-o pretty rapidly.

“Dad!  It’s slipping out.  Don’t let it get soft!  Stop that!”

“I really don’t have much control over it.  It kinda has a mind of its own.”

It fell out and Bri was disappointed; however, when she worked to get it hard again she found out she was already getting sore, so we agreed to stall until she wasn’t uncomfortable with it any more.  Later that night, I rubbed antibiotic cream on her hymen to make it all better.

*****

‘Sabrina’s Day’ was on Monday.  Bright and early Tuesday (like 7:14AM) guess who called wanting to come over?  You guessed it—Courtney, the beautiful 11-year-old beanpole.  Either her mom could drop her off before work, or I had to go get her later.  Since just staring at Courtney’s innocent beauty made me happy (and horny), I opted to babysit all day.

Courtney’s mom dropped her off at 7:45 and apologized for the short notice.  While I was talking to her mom, Courtney got out of the car and frolicked past me, toward Bri, without even a glance in my direction.  In a way it kind-of hurt my feelings but on the other hand, if she had gone to the other extreme and said something weird to me in front of her mother…

After chatting, I went back to the house and closed the door behind me—Courtney came flying through the air and splatted on my chest like a paint ball, wrapping her lanky tentacles around my waist as she stuck.  She kissed my cheek saying, “Hi Peter!  I haven’t stopped thinking about you since Sunday.”

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I saw you for the first time 6 months ago, Courtney.”

I gave her a hug and sat her down on the floor.  “What are you girls planning today?”

“Don’t know yet.  We’ll let you know!”  She grabbed Bri by the arm and ran off down the hallway toward Bri's bedroom. 

I went to my lab to play with my stuff.  After quitting my job I had to have something to do so I converted one of my 5 bedrooms to a lab for my hobby.  Besides spending time with Bri, it’s been my only outlet for more than a year.  But I love engineering and I can’t think of a more fulfilling way to spend my free time.

After an hour of peace and quiet, I heard the munchkins coming down the hall.  They came into my lab giggling and carrying a lavender scarf.  Bri ducked in behind me and flipped the scarf over my head and across my eyes.

As she tied it behind my head, she said, “Dad we need you to come with us.”  

I couldn’t help notice that after Bri and I had made love for the first time on Monday, she stopped calling me ‘Daddy’ and started calling me ‘Dad’.  I supposed she decided that if she was old enough for ‘real sex’ then she was all grown up.  Personally, I preferred ‘Daddy’.

I knew better than to ask where we were going and just stood up and let them lead me away.  Not surprisingly, they lead me to my bedroom and stopped me at the end of my bed.  They began to undress me—4 little hands started with the buttons on my shirt, then on to my pants, underwear and socks.  In seconds, I was down to a lavender scarf and a smile—which, by the way, no one could see for the scarf.

They sat me down and encouraged me to slide up until my head rested on a pillow.  Then they jumped off the bed and made some shuffling noises and got back on the bed.  It only took a touch to realize they were now naked.   There was a lot of giggling but not much talking.  One of them crawled up and sat down on my chest—the other one sat down on my thighs.  

My dick had been firming up with anticipation, but someone, I’ll call her urchin #1, took it in her hands and played with it to get it firmed up.  Urchin #2 was rubbing her pussy up and back on my chest.  I placed my hands under her ass and encouraged her to scoot up onto my face.  She obliged and I began to lick around her crotch.  

Urchin #1 scooted up and placed my dick in her slit and rubbed the head up and down to get it lubricated.  In the mean time, I was licking away at #2’s pussy.  

There was plenty of wiggling but no moans or noises with which to positively identify either girl.  But it was a no-brainer anyway because Courtney was a virgin and Bri was not.  But I was willing to play along with their little pseudo guessing game.  

#1 was squirming around on the head of my dick, torturing me by not letting it go inside.  Frankly, it was becoming a little annoying because I was so turned on, I was about ready to grab hold of her hips and shove. 

I heard what sounded like a couple of spanking sounds—apparently a signal for both girls to start moaning in unison.  At that moment #1 finally started working up and down on my prick in short strokes, slowly working it into her.  I knew Bri still had to be sore after only 24 hours, unless the antibiotic I rubbed on her pussy had really worked magic.

#2 was beginning to moan in earnest from my tongue work.  #1 was going up and down almost the full length of my meat and her pace was picking up.  In a few seconds both girls appeared to be having orgasms for real which triggered me to pump someone’s little belly full of cum.  

After our climaxes, #1 was still pumping up and down slowly.  #2 was making tiny, juicy orbits on my face, and I was enjoying the hell out of it all.  #2 reached down and slipped the scarf off my eyes and smiled down at me. 

“Hi Bri!” I said from under her crotch.  About 1/10 of a second later, I realized that if this was Bri, then THAT must be… Courtney!  I sat up, almost vaulting Bri backwards.  There sat Courtney, impaled to the belly button on my rigid pole.  

“Oh shit, no Courtney, Honey!  Why’d you do this?  When your mom finds out what I’ve done she’s gonna put me in jail.”

“It’s okay Peter.  I’m not gonna tell her.”

“You don’t have to tell her—the first time you go to the pediatrician, he’s gonna check you to see if you’ve been molested and then I’m dead!”

“Oh don’t worry.  We got it figured out.  I screwed myself with a hairbrush because I’m just so horny all the time, okay?”

“Oh god!” and I fell back on the bed and covered my face with the pillow.

“Anyway Peter, thanks for getting rid of my stupid virginity.  Now the 3 of us can have all the fun we want.”
“Oh god!  Kill me now.”

“Dad, Courtney’s a smart kid.  She won’t get you in trouble.  She keeps her trap shut.  And if she ever does say anything, I’ll tell everybody at school she’s a liar and a hopeless slut.”

“Hey!...”

After that, there was nothing to do but swap ends.  Courtney came up and sat her cum-dripping pussy on my face and Bri went down and negotiated with my flaccid prick for just one more erection.  Courtney was bloody—but at that point, I didn’t give a shit any more.  

After another round of orgasms, we all cleaned up in the shower.  I used the shower hose to wash out every trace of sperm from Courtney's twat—not because I believed it would help in the worst-case scenario, but because it made me feel better about it just taking some sort of affirmative action.

“Spraying water up my pussy makes me horny again, Peter.”

“You two—get a room and eat each other to death.  I need to be alone… where I can bash my head on the wall in peace.”

I sat there on the end of the bed thinking, “Do you guys know what a ‘69’ is?”

 “No…”

“No sir”

“Okay, well that’s where one girl lies on top the other girl, so like you’re belly-to-belly but in opposite directions.  You stick your face in her pussy, and YOU stick your face in HER pussy, and you eat each other’s pussies at the same time until your brains fall out.”

“Really?  You can do that?  At the same time?”

“Awesome!…  I don’t get it.”

“Get dried off and I’ll show you.”  I dried them off myself—just to make sure it was done right… Then they scampered back to the bed.

Okay Bri, you lay down on your back with the corner of this pillow under your head.  Court, you turn around.  Now climb up on Bri and stick your pussy in her face…  Yeah, like that…  Now lay down on Bri so you can lick her pussy too.  

“Dad she’s squishing me!”

“Court, lift you body up some so you don’t smash Bri.  And Bri, hold Court’s hips up with the palms of your hands.  Oh hell, you’ll figure it out.”  I went to the end of the bed, found my clothes, and got dressed again.

I could tell now that Sunday had made my life infinitely more complicated.  I figured any minute Erika or Annie would show up.  As I was walking out of the bedroom door I heard one of them start moaning.  I didn’t even turn around to see which one.  

My deception on the girls had gotten me some nice videos and stills, but now Courtney’s deception on me could get me hung.  Grown men don’t go around popping little girl’s cherries and live to tell about it.  I was ill just thinking about it…

Before Courtney dressed I placed antibiotic on her battered hymen and made her stuff her panties with tissue to catch any blood.  I gave her further instructions like flushing the tissue down the toilet and making absolutely sure there was no trace of blood in her panties when she tossed them into the laundry.  God I was scared.

*****

It was Friday and the week had gone okay.  Apparently Courtney hadn’t spilled the beans or left any red pussy kisses in her panties for her mom to find.  It was about 3PM, and Bri and I had just come home from grocery shopping when the phone rang.  I was nearest, so I picked it up. 

“Hi Mr. Jenkins, this is Annie.  You remember me?”

“You're joking, right?  How on earth could I possibly forget you?  Perfume girl!” 

“Ohhhh!” she moaned in anguish.

“I’m kidding, Annie!  I’m kidding.  Remember, I told you, you’re my favorite girl.”  I looked at Bri and she was mocking me with her lips and fingers.  I stuck my tongue at her.  If there was one miraculous thing about Bri—she didn’t have a jealous bone in her body.

“Can I maybe come over to see you?”

“Sure Honey.  Then afterward, maybe the 3 of us can catch dinner and a movie—what ya say?”

“That’d be great Mr. Jenkins.  I’m stuck here this weekend with my older sister and she uses me like a slave, so can I possibly spend the night?”

“Well sure, but it depends on what your parents say.”

“They're out of town until Monday morning, but I’ll ask my stupid sister.”

“Okay well if you need a lift let me know.”

“Great!  Thanks Mr. Jenkins,” Annie said and hung up.

“Well Bri, it looks like we may have company for the evening.  Annie wants to spend the night here.”

“With you or me?”

“Well with both of us, since we sleep in the same bed.”

“But she doesn’t know that.”

“Well then, me I guess.  She didn’t ask to talk to you.  What can I say—all these desperately horny girls in the world…  Someone has to take care of them.”

Bri tilted her head with a smirk.  “Annie’s always talking about snakes.  Maybe I’ll put a snake in her pussy while she’s asleep.”

“You don’t like Annie?”

“No—I like her a lot but I don’t want her stealing my guy away from me.”

“Okay, well as you already pointed out, she doesn’t know I’m ‘your guy’ and secondly no other girl could EVER steal me away from you…  But I have to admit, there have been a lot of girls ‘borrowing’ me here lately,” I chuckled.

“Well as long as they put you back when their done—in good working order,” she said with a grin.  “That’s the house rule.”

*****

Around 5PM Annie showed up at the door.  It was only a half mile to her house so she walked.

“Hi Mr. Jenkins.  My sister said I could ‘drop dead’ for all she cared.” 

“Yep—that sounds like a sister.  If you hadn’t said that I’d have thought you were lying.”  Annie put her arms around my waist and held me really tight.  

“I’ve been about to die all week thinking about you,” she said.

“And he hasn’t forgotten about you either!” Bri stuffed words in my mouth as she joined us at the front door.

“Hi, Bri!  Annie ran to her and hugged her up.  Bri looked over Annie’s shoulder and gave me a ‘WTF?’ look.

“You can spend the night, right?” I asked.

“Yep!”

“Well alright!  Let’s go get something awesome to eat and see a movie.  You guys know a good movie?”

“Easy A!” I heard in unison.  I’d heard this movie was witty and funny.

“What do you little horned toads want to eat?”

“Quiznos!” said Bri.

“Is that okay Annie?”

“Sure!”

We had a sandwich and then went to the movie.  I laughed until I cried in that damn movie.  Practically every sentence was a one-liner—definitely one of the best movies I’ve seen.

We came home and stood there looking sheepish for a minute and then Bri broke the ice to get things moving again, “How about we give Dad a bath?  That’s always good for a few laughs.”

“Okay!” Annie said.

“What exactly did you mean, ‘always good for a few laughs’?  Hmmmm.  Annie, how about we tickle Bri until she dies?”  

They latched onto me and drug me toward the master bath.  I tell you, there’s nothing much more fun than taking a shower with two naked little girls.  I took a front-row seat by sitting down on the shower floor.  I had a bird’s eye view of two very cute, very bald little pussies.  

They washed every inch of me at least twice over.  And there was 5 inches of me they just kept washing over and over until they turned it into 6 inches…  I was surprised when Annie bent over and put the end of it in her mouth.  It was really sweet of her, but for some reason I've never really been a blowjob man.  So I just let her play until she was happy and that was the end of it.  When we got out of the shower, I insisted on drying them both—I just like doing it for some reason.  

Of all the girls, I love fucking Annie dog-style the most.  The shape of her hips and the way her waist curves into them—her perfect, round ass and the overall size of her body.  I imagine I can see my dick head up inside her as I hold her hips and gently slide in and out.  And as I’ve said she is so sensuous in about everything she does.  Her quiet moans remind me that she truly enjoys what she is feeling.

We had a lot of fun that night but I think the highlight of the evening was when I was fucking Annie dog-style (again) and Bri crawled under her and tried to lick her clit at the same time.  It worked out pretty well but I kept banging Bri in the forehead with my balls.  But for all its difficulty, Annie had a real mind-fucking orgasm.  

I began to wonder if Bri and I, working as a team, would someday cause one of these little girls to die of a heart attack during an orgasm.  And if it happened, I can’t even begin to imagine what I would tell the paramedics.  ‘Uh sir, we examined the little dead girl.  She was full of her saliva, your sperm… and a little bottle of perfume.’

Anyway, Annie went home Saturday—alive—with a smile on her face, big enough to last for several days.

*****

It was a month before Erika showed up at our door looking as hot as ever.  I chatted with her for a bit.  She seemed happy and normal but she didn’t come on to me.  She was looking for Bri.  After a few minutes, they went to her room.  How I wanted to be a fly on Bri’s wall right then.  I listened outside Bri's door for awhile.  It was mostly just talking and giggling, so I left and minded my own business.

I went and watched TV and tried to keep my mind off what they were doing.  After an hour, Bri came running into the living room with nothing but thigh-high socks on.  She jumped up and sat down in my lap putting her arm around my neck.  

“Dad, Erika wants to watch you fuck me.  She says there’s no way we’re having sex.  She says I’m too young and it just can’t happen.  Can we show her?”

“I’m always up for a good challenge.  You know you ARE pretty young.  It might be difficult.  We might not even be able to get it in at all.” 

“Dad!  Stop it!”  With that, Bri jumped off my lap, grabbed me by the hand, and began tugging.  

“Okay, okay.  I’m coming.”

“Not yet, but you will be!” Bri exclaimed—I think she was trying to mimic Yoda.

Bri pulled me to her bedroom and started practically tearing my clothes off.  I’m looking over Bri's head at Erika who is sitting on the bed, apparently naked but hiding her body behind a pillow.  I give Erika an, ‘Is Bri angry?’ look.  She shrugs her shoulders and looks down.  

When Bri gets me stripped, she backs me up to the bed and pushes me onto my back.  Earlier my dick was pretty solid, but after her rough handling, my brain was diverted from sex onto Bri's odd attitude.

Seeing my near flaccid state, she sat down on my thighs and popped my dick into her mouth.  Now in over 3 years of oral sex with Bri, she had never sucked my dick because, as I have said, it’s not really my thing.  But she was going to town on my dick trying to get it hard again—and frankly, it was working!

After she's finished resurrecting the dead, Bri crawled up to my face and started French kissing me—hotly!  She reached behind me and positioned my prick on her hole, orbiting her petit ass around in little circles to get it all lubricated in her inferno.  She stopped kissing and looked Erika straight in the eyes.  She shoved back on my prick and then let up some.  After a few strokes I was in her all the way.  She sat up on her haunches and continued to orbit her ass, driving every last millimeter of my dick into her belly. 

Erika got up from where she was sitting near my head and took up a new vantage point, standing at the end of the bed.  Erika bent over and examined our union.  “Oh my god, you really are!” she said with astonishment.

With that, Bri began to fuck me for real and closed her eyes.  As I watched, an expression of eroticism grew on her face—mouth open, head back, like a little girl singing Christmas carols.  I started cumming after no more than a minute of her pumping.  I didn’t realize until then that fucking in front of someone else really turned me on—a lot.

Bri came too when she felt the head of my dick swell within her.  But after no more than 15 seconds of cool down, she hopped off me, looked straight at Erika and said, “You make him cum that fast!”

I don’t know what Erika had said to Bri to piss her off so bad, but Bri was hell-bent on proving some point.

Erika timidly crawled up on the bed and took my semi-flaccid cock in her mouth, trying to get it hard again.  She wasn’t shy about licking up Bri's pussy juice and my cum which definitely helped get my prick back to life.  

After it was as hard as before, she got up and stood over me, playing with her pussy and breasts in front of me and making moaning noises.  After teasing me a bit, she squatted straight down on my dick and let it slip into her.  She was not as tight as Bri but she had a better figure and I’m betting she was counting on that to make me cum faster.  

I knew better than to let Erika win this contest.  As much as I would like to be fair, I couldn’t break Bri's heart by cumming too soon.  I didn’t know what this was all about but I hadn’t seen Bri so upset before so I knew it was serious.  Anyway, Bri had the home advantage because she took me first.  Apparently Erika didn’t know that the second time always takes longer.

She pumped away as she fondled her breasts—teasing her nipples for me to watch.  I took over the nipple teasing, but rather than accelerating my orgasm, it only distracted me from that awesome feeling growing in my dick.  Ultimately it took about twice as long for me to cum and I came damn hard, but that fact didn’t all show up on my face.  I gently held onto to her waist and let her fuck me all throughout my climax, even as much as I wanted to grab hold of her waist and fuck the dickens out of her, I didn’t do it.

“Told ya!” Bri said.

“Okay, you win.  Come here.”  

Bri came over and flopped on her back beside me on the bed.  Erika crawled in between her legs and began to lick her pussy.  Taking the hint, I French kissed Bri and played with her breasts (such as they were).  She had a good climax and was satisfied that she had won the bet.

Later when Erika had gone home I asked Bri what the big stink was about.  

“Erika said when I got older and more mature I would be able to please a man but for now I was too little.  That pissed me off, and I told her that we made love every night already.  She didn’t believe me and that pissed me off too, so I bet her I could make you cum faster than she could.  And I won!”

“Yes baby, you certainly did!  Are you guys still friends?”

“Well, I think we will be when she gets the taste of my pussy out of her mouth…”

*****

And that was the first half of my summer at home with my 10½-year-old daughter.

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