The Mask

by Leslie Schmidt



I stumbled down the alley toward my flat, the rain made me 
cold. Stopping at the bottom of the flight I dug for my 
keys...and dropped them. They clattered off the side into 
the dark next to the wooden steps. Cursing, I leaned down 
to fumble in the dark for them-that's when I saw the 
masks.

I picked them up, inspecting them in the rain and dim 
light-one dark, one light. Again I leaned down, this time 
coming up with the keys. Somehow I made it up the stairs 
and pushed the key into the door. I remember that a string 
of Mardi Gras beads caught the door knob as I pushed it 
closed and broke, scattering little pink balls in the foyer. Up 
two floors and more fumbling with a door.  As I crashed on 
the sofa in my wet clothes I peered through a drunken fog 
at my watch, the phosphorus hands read 3:15.

No one is expected at work on time on Ash Wednesday in 
New Orleans-I took the whole day off. It was around 11 
before I woke up, around one before I was conscious. It 
was as I made my way out of the kitchen, coffee in hand, 
that I noticed the masks on the floor next to the door. They 
were pretty typical Mardi Gras masks-these made for 
children.  Openings for eyes, a covering for the bridge of 
the nose, leaving the lower face uncovered. One was a 
purplish-red, the other white. They both had feathers of the 
same color rising like horns from each side. They were in 
new condition and clean, despite the time they had spent in 
the gutter.

That's when I remembered the witch. She had accosted me 
in the crowd, jumping out of the shadows on Bourbon 
Street. I immediately recognized her as Emma, the 
housekeeper.

"The masks are your's, Billy Boy," she cackled, running a 
sharp fingernail down my jaw. "A gift from me."

Then she disappeared back into an alley. How did she 
know I'd find them in the dark?

I really didn't think about them, they just sat on an end 
table for two days until I noticed them. Actually, it wasn't 
me that noticed them, it was Emma's little girl, Suzy, that 
saw them.

It was a warm afternoon, just a taste of what spring would 
bring in another month, and I had the windows open and 
some Coltrane on the record player. Suzy had come in with 
her mother but, as wasn't uncommon, had stayed behind 
after Emma finished her routine of emptying the trash and 
sweeping the rug. Suzy kept puttering around the place, no 
doubt hoping I'd stop reading and turn on the TV. 

"Kin I'z see yo maskt Mizzer Royal?" she said.

"Sure honey."

She picked up the white one and slid it over her forehead, 
the white plastic making a sharp contrast against her black 
skin. I watched with some amusement as she started to 
sway with the music, proving that black people have a 
talent for dancing.

As she smoothly moved around the room, swaying and 
turning, I had to put my book down and watch her, a lovely 
nine year old being uninhibited and free. I smiled when she, 
in a perfect pantomime of the strippers in the clubs, pulled 
one of the straps on her shift over her shoulder. My 
amusement turned first to surprise, then to shock, and then 
to unabashed lust-filled wonder as she worked the other 
strap down, then slowly pulled the shift down, stepping out 
of it, still dancing in her flowered panties.

The whole time, she never looked at me. She seemed 
totally unaware of her surroundings, certainly not 
concerned that I was watching her. As she danced she 
started to run her hands up and down her body, from her 
thighs, over her hips, then up her ribs and finally across her 
completely flat chest. Her fingers paused to rub back and 
forth across her dark nipples Then, each time she moved 
her hands back down, they came closer to the center until, 
once, her fingers moved across her sex and pushed into the 
dark gap between her thighs.  On the next cycle, first up, 
then down, one of her hands slid under the panties and she 
leaned forward, obviously a little overcome by the 
sensations she was giving herself.

She squatted down, her knees sticking out at angles, still 
fingering herself underneath the cotton, then fell back on 
her butt and lay back on the floor, her knees bent. This 
whole time she seemed totally oblivious of her surrounding 
as she worked herself up. She pulled her panties down 
around her ankles, providing me of my first view of her 
pussy. Her slit was quite small, just a crease that barely 
made the turn up in front. She was now on her back, 
moving her fingers up and down her slit, then she pushed 
one of her fingers deep into her preteen pus.  At the same 
time she groaned. Over the next minutes, her movements 
became more desperate, one hand provided the fingers to 
push up inside while, with the other, she shivered her 
burgundy colored clit from side to side. She was on her 
back, lifting her ass off the floor as she madly masturbated, 
humping into the air on her feet and shoulder blades.

My cock was rock hard across my hip, straining the fabric 
of my jeans and I couldn't help but rub it through the denim 
as the little girl, wearing nothing but the white mask, madly 
fucked herself on the floor in front of me. She never looked 
at me as she built, her fingers wetted from her pussy, her 
head turning side to side. Her tiny nipples were sticking up, 
little half-marble sized bumps on her dark chest. She 
grunted and roughly jammed two fingers deep inside 
herself as her skin developed a sheen of sweat. As I 
watched the preteen shudder with her self-administered 
orgasm, I spugged in my jeans, feeling my sticky cum wet 
my hip, a dark area spreading on my jeans.

The little one calmed down, letting her butt fall back to the 
carpet, breathing hard, her fingers still inside her. Her legs 
fell out, her knees still bent, into a frog-like pose as she 
continued to pant-still seemingly unaware of my 
presence. We both calmed. Just as my cum filled pants 
started to cling and a slight itch started on my hip, the child 
moved. She sat up, still wearing the mask and looked 
around. Without seeing me, she lifted up her panties and 
pulled them on, then stood. She picked up her shift and 
stepped into it, covering her lovely little body back up. 
Smoothing it down she seemed to look around, getting her 
bearings. Then she pulled off the mask, looking at it with a 
confused expression. She dropped it, turned and went out 
the door, never saying a word.

For the rest of the day I had trouble believing what had 
happened. When I saw her as she and her mother were 
leaving she just said, "Bye Msa Royal," just as usual. Her 
mother smiled, "See you tomorrow Billy."

"Have a nice evening, Emma," I responded-feeling a little 
uncomfortable.

Over the next couple of days the whole incident seemed to 
become more like a dream. I went back to work on 
Thursday, the place was cleaned as normal-Thursday 
dusting, Friday the kitchen and bathroom. The Landlord, 
Mrs. Malcomb, insisted that we use Emma for maid 
service. An extra $50 a month in the rent but it kept the 5 
flat building clean and mostly free of vermin.  Some of the 
other renters grumbled but I didn't mind.

The masks spent the next two days on the coffee table as I 
went back to my routine of working and drinking. Then, on 
Friday afternoon I came home in a slow rain. I fried some 
ham and potatoes, then sat and watched TV. Maybe later 
I'd go out but, for now, I was content to sit and watch a 
game show. Later, Ed Sullivan would be on, then I'd go out 
after.

As usually happens, it wasn't long before there was a quiet 
knocking at my door. Leslie, the landlady's little girl 
usually found an excuse to come over when she heard the 
TV. In those years, they were still a bit of a novelty.

"Can I come in and watch TV Mister Royal? Mommy says 
it's OK." Leslie is a really cute 10 year old blonde. Her 
curly corn silk hair was in a pony tail that reached half way 
down her back. She was wearing a one piece jumper, 
yellow with buttons in the front down to a red ribbon waist 
band. The bottom was shorts that ended just above mid 
thigh. The little girl hung around as much as her mother 
would let her, her father had been killed in Nam two years 
ago.

Walter Cronkite came on and, while I watched, Leslie sort 
of puttered about the apartment. There was a knock on the 
door.

"Bill, it's Mary. Is Leslie in there?"

"Door's unlocked Ma'am," I called, standing up.

Mary came in, her daughter walking over to her.

"Honey, I got to go to the Alter Guild, get the church ready 
for Sunday."

"Awe, Ma, do I have to come?" the little one whined.

"Come on honey. Doin' the Lord's work 'ill do your soul 
good."

"She can stay with me," I said...then I realized the offer 
really wasn't welcome.

"Pleeese Mommy."

Mary looked up at me, her face calming as she realized that 
she'd get some time to gossip without "little ears" around. 
"You sure it ain't too much trouble? I'll be 'bout an hour."

We went through the usual pleasantries and Leslie was 
admonished "not to pester," but in just a few minutes Mary 
was out the door and Leslie was settling down again to 
watch TV.

By now sports was on and her interest quickly waned. 
That's when she took a close interest in the masks.

"Can I try one on?" she asked.

My heart started to beat faster. "Sure, honey."

This time there was no music playing. She pulled the pink 
mask over her head and turned to watch the TV, sitting on 
the floor between the sofa and the coffee table. At first, I 
thought I was going to be disappointed but, after a couple 
of minutes I noticed some rhythmic movements of her 
shoulder and knee.

"Here, honey, why don't you sit in the couch?" I asked.

She just ignored me but did turn sideways some and lay 
down on the floor. Now I could see that she was rubbing 
herself through her jumper, pushing her hand into her 
crotch, moving it up and down along her slit. Then, with 
her other hand, she started unbuttoning her jumper, 
awkwardly working the blue buttons loose, one by one. 
Then, leaving her pussy for a moment, she worked the 
jumper off her shoulders and, still laying on her back, 
pushed it down and off, taking her panties with it. She 
immediately returned to fingering herself, this time rubbing 
along her slit and then pushing a finger up inside her.

Without thinking, I leaned down and put my hand on her 
knee. She brushed it away like it was a fly, going back to 
herself. Again I reached out and rubbed the inside of her 
thigh. Suddenly she grabbed my hand, squeezing much 
harder than I'd ever thought a ten year old could.

"NO!!" she commanded-a remarkable vehemence in her 
voice. I pulled back.

She went back to pleasuring herself, seemingly unaware of 
me.

Les was a little bit chunky, her body looked soft and she 
had slight rises under her pink nipples, not breasts. Her 
pussy lips were thick and deep, her finger pushing along 
the furrow. Only occasionally did I get glimpses of the 
folds deeper inside. As she fingered herself she pushed a 
finger up inside her, spreading her legs wide with her knees 
up to help her reach. She must have cum three times in 
quick succession, each time squeaking a high, 
"Eh...eh....eh..."

She then calmed down, sinking back and seemingly going 
to sleep. I was desperate for my own release but just 
couldn't bring myself to jack off with her right there so I 
quietly got up and went into the bathroom. My cum 
splattered on the counter across from the shitter. When I 
went back out, Leslie was sitting cross-legged, fully 
clothed, watching TV. The mask was back in its place on 
the coffee table.

I had to work that Saturday on the docks, operating a boom 
unloading ships, then that night I spent getting totally 
wasted in The Quarter. I slept while the good people were 
at church, then stayed in the rest of the day. Monday was a 
day off.

Emma and Suzy were around that day, Leslie was in school 
(in 1966 New Orleans nobody cared if a little black girl 
went to school). Around 3:30 I heard the sounds of girl's 
voices chanting and looked out to see them both with a 
jump rope. They had tied one end to a railing and Leslie 
was swinging the rope while Suzy jumped. It had been 
threatening rain all day and, about that time, gray droplets 
started to hit the concrete.

The girls were running up and down the halls, making 
some noise. Twice I heard Emma call out a door to shush 
them. There was a light tapping at my door.

Suzy had always been more forward, "Mizza Royal, kin we 
watched TV?"

"Sure girls, come on in," my heart started beating a little 
faster as the two little ones came into my apartment.  I 
settled them on the floor and tuned the set into some 
afternoon cartoons-Bugs, then sat down on the sofa 
behind them. I half watched TV, half watched the girls and 
pretended to be reading a book. The masks sat on the coffee 
table between us.

When Suzy saw the masks, she acted like she had never 
seen them before. "Kin I'z see that mask?"

"Sure hon," I said-my heart went a bit faster.

This got Leslie's attention and she looked to see what was 
going on-again she seemed to have never seen the masks 
before.

As before, Suzy went for the white one while Leslie took 
the pink one. They played for a few seconds, one holding 
the mask up to the other and giggled some. Then Suzy took 
the pink mask from Leslie and slipped it over Leslie's head. 
Leslie did the same for Suzy.

Both girls calmed down, there movements slowed. First, 
Leslie leaned forward and took Suzy's hand, then Suzy 
leaned in and the two girls started kissing. I couldn't 
believe it! After just the first rubbing of their lips, they 
opened their mouths and I could see that they were 
exploring each other with their tongues. Meanwhile, Les 
had directed Suzy's hand to her crotch where the black 
little girl was rubbing her blonde friend through the yellow 
cotton shorts-jumper she was wearing. Leslie reached up 
and started unbuttoning Suzy's dress opening it down to 
her stomach, then gently pulling it off her shoulders and 
down around her waist. Suzy was wearing a cotton 
sleeveless undershirt which Leslie pulled over her head.

Next, seemingly by an unspoken command, Suzy lay back 
and, lifting her hips to assist, Leslie pulled the dress and 
white flowered panties down and off of the little black girl. 
Now, as Suzy lay on the floor, her legs comfortably apart 
(her position giving me a wonderful view between her 
thighs and up to her pussy lips), Leslie stood up and, 
looking down at her friend, pulled her jumper down and off 
but left her blue panties covering her girl charms.

For the next 10 minutes I watched as the white girl knelt 
next to her black lover, on her hands and knees and first 
kissed her, then slowly worked her way down, sucking 
alternately on one, then the other nipple. As she did this, 
she insinuated her fingers between her playmate's pussy 
lips and, after gently rubbing her clit, pushed a finger up 
inside, finger fucking her friend.

I simply couldn't stop myself. I had been rubbing my cock 
through my pants for several minutes, even sliding my hand 
down inside to position my cock up and to the side. But it 
just wasn't good enough and I unbuckled my belt, then 
loosened the snap and zipper, then pulled my pants down 
around my hips to free my dick. Now, with it free, I was 
able to stroke it properly as I watched the two preteen 
lovers on the floor in front of me.

Leslie moved down and ran her tongue along the dark 
brown lips. Instantaneously Suzy was rocked by an orgasm. 
She arched her back and lifted her ass off the floor, pushing 
her pussy into her playmates face.  A guttural groan 
escaped her throat as she shivered in her climax.

When she calmed, Leslie straightened up, on her knees, her 
hips straight, her knees between Suzy's.  Now it was 
Suzy's turn to give and Leslie's to receive.  The little black 
girl sat up, her face at the level of Leslie's sex. She reached 
up and pulled the blue cotton panties down, uncovering her 
ass for me to see. Then she leaned forward and, from the 
arch of Leslie's back, her head being thrown back and her 
hissing intake of breath, I knew that the black girl's tongue 
was moving along the white lips of her lover.

From my vantage point behind Leslie, really all I could see 
was the blondes round ass below her long hair.  Suzy's legs 
and knees stuck out on either side, her knees up, but the 
position looked rather awkward.  Les started to lean 
forward, pushing Suzy down, back onto the floor.  She was 
almost laying on her friend, then started to crawl up, and 
got back on her knees, lowering her sex on the black girl's 
face.

Leslie had her knees on either side of Suzy's head, her 
hands on the floor above her.  I could see Suzy's chin 
nestled between the pale skin of Les' ass cheeks, her 
tongue moving along the child's slit.  Meanwhile, Les had 
let her knees flop put to the side, spreading her pussy for 
me, and she was fingering herself, moving her clit in little 
circles and occasionally probing deeper into her sex.

By this time, I had my pants around my ankles and was 
madly jerking off as I watched these two preteens make 
love to each other.  The pressure built and I let fly with a jet 
of sperm that landed on the floor, not a foot from Suzy.  
More slime ran down the back of my hand and dripped 
onto the upholstery.

There was a small whimper from Leslie, she shivered and 
pushed her open slit against her playmate's mouth.  At the 
same time, Suzy pushed two fingers up inside herself, 
sinking them to the second knuckle, and lifted her legs off 
the floor as she mechanically humped against her hand.

Leslie fell forward, her arms folding, her ass in the air, 
pinning Suzy's head under her torso.  Suzy seemed to sink 
down, again in a frog leg position, her hand slipping over 
her hip and onto the floor next to her, her other hand that 
had been squeezing the back of Leslie's thigh tight enough 
to leave red welts, relaxed.

Now Leslie rolled to her left and ended up sitting, her knees 
up and legs spread, her hands behind her, her reddened 
pussy opened for me to see.  She looked around her with 
some confusion and Suzy also sat up, slowly shaking her 
head.  I grabbed my pants and pulled them up, standing as I 
zipped, snapped and buckled.  The girls seemed to be 
unaware of me, or each other, as they retrieved their clothes 
and dressed.  In turn, each took off her mask and set it on 
the carpet next to her, then turned and started watching TV.  
The cartoons had progressed from bugs to Cash Cargo.  A 
while later Leslie's mother called for her in the hallway and 
both girls scampered out, ignoring me.

The next week, I put in a lot of overtime on the docks, 
doing 12 hour shifts and crashing at home after a couple of 
beers.  On Thursday, when I got home, I noticed that the 
place had been cleaned, you could tell from the pleasant 
smell at the door but it was Friday morning that I noticed 
the green mask on the end table with to two other ones.  My 
heart started pounding when I saw it-it wasn't a child's, 
this one was full sized.

To say I was jumpy for the next few days, and distracted, is 
an understatement.  This even caused me to make a couple 
of mistakes at work, much to the disgruntlement of a 
couple of coworkers who could have been hurt.  I did, 
however, have to do some thinking.

First, all this happened over 30 years ago-1966.  Back in 
that day, even in as cosmopolitan a city as New Orleans, 
people didn't take much notice of what happened to poor 
black girls.  The chances of my being prosecuted for 
"indecent liberties with a minor" were zilch, if that minor 
happened to be a 'negro' as we called them back then.  
Leslie was a different story and I really didn't relish the 
idea of spending the next few years as a guest of the State 
of Louisiana.

So, as I saw it, the worst that could happen is that I'd be 
asked to find another place of residence.  Then, on top of 
the, consider who had given me the fucking masks?  
Certainly a witch like Emma knew exactly what was going 
on.

On Monday morning I woke up to the sound of the vacuum 
cleaner in the hallway.  As I looked down at the street, 
there was Leslie and Suzy, standing on the sidewalk 
talking.  Leslie had her lunch box and a couple of books, 
Suzy was empty handed.  Leslie started down the street in 
the direction of the public school, Suzy watched her go for 
a minute, then climbed the steps and came into the 
building.  I sat down to read the newspaper.

It was maybe an hour later when there was a knock on the 
door.  Emma stood there with Suzy in front of her.

"Mista Royal.  I gotta go check on my brother, he got hurt 
at work las week, and Suzy here don't want ta go.  Could 
you keep a eye on her?...If ya ain't doing nothing."

"Sure," my heart hit about 500 beats per minute, "how long 
will you be."

"Well sa, it's a long bus ride if I don't catch ta express, an I 
think I's already missed it.  I may be till afta lunch."

"No problem, I've got food for her, she won't eat much."

With the usual instructions to behave, Emma left down the 
street and I considered what to do.

"Kin I turn on the TV?"

"Sure."

She sat down in front of the set but couldn't find much to 
watch.  The soaps had already started.  I went back to my 
paper but couldn't read.

It wasn't long before she found the masks and slipped the 
white one on.  She picked up a magazine and started 
thumbing through in, not really seeming to pay much 
attention to anything.  My dick was already getting hard in 
my trousers.

Without saying a word she got up and went down the hall 
into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.  A few 
seconds later the toilet flushed, then I heard the door open.  
From where I was sitting, the hallway was behind me, I 
pretended to be reading.  I looked over as she came into the 
room and caught my breath.

With the exception of the mask, Suzy was a naked as the 
day she was born, carrying her yellow dress in one hand, 
her blue panties in the other.  All she did was sit down on 
the floor and watch the TV.  At this point, I was beside 
myself with lust, my heart was pounding and I could feel 
that I was flush.  I went across the room to where the green 
mask lay next to the pink one.  I put it on.

What happened was, well, weird.  The room seemed to fade 
some, sort of like seeing it through a mist, everything but 
Suzy.  She immediately looked at me and smiled, but she 
didn't seem to be wearing the mask, at least, I didn't notice 
it.  She turned around to face me, her hands behind her, 
holding her up, her knees bent and her legs comfortably 
apart, giving my an awesome display of her brown preteen 
snatch.

I don't remember taking my clothes off but I had just 
stepped out of my pants and was standing over her, looking 
down at her past my hard-on.  Then I knelt down and, 
without even kissing her or saying a word, leaned down 
and started licking her smooth cunt. Suzy lay down, her 
hands on either side of my head, and pushed her clean 
snatch up against my mouth as I explored her with my 
tongue.  Her legs spread wide, I sucked on her little brown 
clit ridge, then pushed between the small lips.  I reached up 
and spread them with my thumbs, her cunt was dark pink 
inside her brown lips, a half moon cherry (maybe a 
burgundy grape) closed it off some.

I went back to licking her snatch and was soon rewarded by 
her arching her back, pulling my hair with her clenched 
fists as she rolled, cumming hard and breaking out in a 
sweat.

Now she sat up and pushed me away, I was kneeling in 
front of her, between her spread legs, my cock sticking up.  
She just bent over forward and took me in her mouth.  With 
a groan I straightened up and watched as she moved her 
head back and forth, taking me into the back of her throat, 
then pulling back and licking my bulb.  This lasted for 
about three minutes, once she lifted my cock and licked my 
balls.

Then she pushed me and I fell back onto my butt, then lay 
back as the little nine year old crawled foreword on top of 
me.  She got up on her feet, squatting, and, taking my cock 
with both hands, lowered herself.  Her pussy opened and 
she placed my head just behind her clit against the pulled-
apart inner lips.  Then she bore down.

I was expecting her to stop, a sharp intake of breath with 
pain as she did this but, instead, half my dick disappeared 
inside the little girl.  God, she was tight, but there was no 
blood, no busted cherry, no pain.  She started bouncing up 
and down on me and grunting with each drop.  I had an 
amazing view of my cock fucking the child but soon the 
feeling of her smooth and incredibly tight little girl fuck 
hole was causing me to loose concentration.  She fell 
forward, still rocking as I uncontrollably humped to meet 
her.  She groaned and I blew my load deep inside the little 
one, pumping her full of my sperm.  We lay on the floor, 
her on top of me, for a few moments and calmed down.  
My cock slipped out of her cunt.

Then she rolled off of me, sitting on the floor and pulled 
her mask off.  She looked at me with a somewhat confused 
but vacant expression.  Then she saw her clothes and 
reached for them.  She seemed unaware of me.

I got up and went for my clothes, in a pile next to the sofa.  
She pulled her dress on over her head, then, still sitting, 
pulled her panties on, lifting her butt.  She stopped and ran 
her hand down between her legs, then inspected her fingers, 
wetted with my goo.  She absently smeared them down her 
front, then went back to watching TV.  I buckled my belt 
and pull my shirt back on, then sat down.  A little while 
later she asked me for a snack.

Now, I had some thinking to do.  I don't know what the 
magic was that was happening but it was obviously magic.  
The fact that Suzy had taken half my cock with no pain, no 
blood from a ruptured cherry-she had fucked me like it 
was an every day thing for her, that was weird.  I needed to 
see whether her cherry was intact.  Actually, I was 
beginning to wonder whether any of it had happened, 
maybe it was all in my head.  So, how was I going to figure 
out whether she was still a virgin?  Obviously I had to get 
her to put the mask back on.  Then I remembered her 
smearing my jez down her front.  After she had finished the 
peanut butter sandwich I made her I called her over to stand 
in front of me and primped her hair, and the like, retying a 
bow that had been pulled out of place.  A close look at the 
light cotton showed a bit of stiffness, a slightly crusty dark 
area down the side of her dress.

On Wednesday evening I discovered that Emma was 
watching to two girls while Mary went to a bridge game.  
Here was my chance for more fun and I lured the two little 
ones into my place with the promise of pizza and TV.  
Emma seemed content to sit in Mary's apartment and listen 
to a gospel radio show.  I had already decided that I 
wouldn't use my mask, I'd just try to get a good look at 
Suzy.

It wasn't long before I had another preteen lesbian show 
going, the two girls were naked in my kitchen, Leslie 
sitting on the table with Suzy on her knees, madly licking 
the white girl's cunt.  I noticed that Leslie was a lot more 
vocal than Suzy and, in her way, a lot more aggressive.  
She had climbed up on the table right after dropping her 
shorts on the floor and had spread her legs wide, then 
reached down and spread her pussy lips, displaying her 
inner charms for her lover.  Now, while she was being 
licked and sucked, she was directing her friend, holding her 
head and moving it up and down as different parts of her 
needed stimulation.

Suzy pushed two fingers inside her friend, almost all the 
way in, as Leslie lay back on the table, Suzy vigorously 
fucking her and also, occasionally, leaning down to lick her 
slit. She came in waves, arching her back and shivering as 
she had a series of orgasms that lasted for at least two 
minutes.

Now it was Suzy's turn on the table, she lay back on her 
elbows as Leslie knelt between her dangling legs.  I got up 
and stood right behind Leslie, my cock in my hand, and, 
almost as if she had been asked, Suzy lay back, lifted her 
legs up and reached around under her ass cheeks.  She 
spread her pussy wide open for her friend and, just before 
Leslie's tongue slid into the gash, I caught a glimpse of her 
pinkish-purple cherry-still very much intact.

I went back to the couch and jerked off as Leslie brought 
Suzy to a crashing orgasm, her legs in the air over Leslie's 
shoulders.  Then the two grade schoolers straightened up 
and embraced, exploring each other's mouths with tongues.  
But, soon things calmed down and the two ended up sitting 
on the floor in front of the TV.  First Suzy removed her 
mask, then put on her clothes, oblivious to her friend, 
wearing nothing but a mask next to her, then Leslie went 
into the bathroom and when she came out she wasn't 
wearing her mask.  She just walked to the kitchen where 
her clothes were in a pile on the floor and dressed, then 
took another piece of pizza and sat down on the floor in 
front of the TV.

Whatever was going on was very strong magic.  Somehow 
things were happening when the girls had the masks on that 
didn't really happen in real life.  Obviously, things 
happened to me that really didn't happen.  Also, I was 
obsessed, out of control.  For the next three days all I could 
think of was Leslie.  Again my work suffered and I got 
chewed out by the foreman for not thinking.  Oh boy, but 
was I thinking!

I didn't have long to think, however, because at about 8:30 
on Thursday night there was a soft tapping on my door.

"Mr. Royal, can you help me with my homework?" Leslie 
stood there with a binder and a thick text book.  "Mommy 
said she didn't know and said you might be able to help."

I let the little one in, "What is it, hon?"  I remembered that 
she was in the fourth grade.

"Fractions!  I HATE them!" she said.

I tried to remember that stuff, it'd been a while.  "Well, let 
me take a look."

I sat down on the sofa and she knelt on the floor between 
me and the coffee table, pulling out her book and a 
worksheet of problems.  We sat and worked for a while and 
I soon remembered it all.  I also realized that she didn't 
have the idea of 'least common denominator' down and 
was trying to add and subtract fractions the way you 
multiply them.  She was amazed when I showed her the 
trick of flipping the second fraction in a division problem, 
then multiplying.  We had been at it for about 15 minutes 
when Mary knocked.

"Have you got Leslie?" she called through the door.

"It's open."

"Is she being a pain?"

"Oh, not at all.  I'm showing her how to do fractions."

"Well, I'm glad someone around here remembers that stuff, 
I sure don't."

Mary left, going back to her radio show and Leslie and I 
finished up the 25 problems.  I showed her how to check 
her work so she knew she had a 100.

"Now I have reading," she said.  "My reader's at home."

"Go get it and I'll read to you."

She scampered out of the apartment and in less than a 
minute was back.  Soon we were settled on the couch, she 
cuddled up to my side, and I read to her about a little boy 
and a little girl living in India.  Soon she was bored and 
started looking around the room, not following in the book 
like I had told her.  She was in the crook of my arm, I had 
my hand comfortably on her thigh, feeling it through the 
thin fabric of a set of white and pink jammies.

Suddenly she rose up and reached across me, digging an 
elbow into my hip, and retrieved her mask off the end table.  
My heart started to pound.  She pulled the mask on and 
then looked up at me and smiled.

"Aren't you going to put yours on?"

Again she reached across me and grabbed the green mask.  
The book had fallen to the side and she climbed onto me, 
straddling my hips, facing me.  She lifted the mask and put 
it on me.  Again the room faded, all but Leslie and, again, I 
didn't notice a mask.

She smiled at me, her face even with mine, then reached 
each of her arms down and across her front and pulled her 
pajama top up and over her head.  My heart was in my 
throat and my cock was about to tear out of my jeans.

"So, what ya go'na do?" she asked in a smart-ass voice.

I brought my hands up along her sides, then back and up 
through her hair.  I pulled her toward me and I was 
rewarded by her tongue caressing mine.  I brought my 
hands forward and, with my thumbs, massaged her little 
breast buds and I felt her writhe a little.  She started pulling 
at my shirt and I let her pull it off me.

It wasn't until later that I realized that neither of the girls 
had ever talked before, but now this incredibly horny fourth 
grader was perfectly willing to tell me exactly what she 
wanted.

After she broke the kiss she lifted off of me and started 
pulling at my belt.  "I want to see your thing," she said.  I 
helped her and, as my pants went over my knees and 
around my ankles she grabbed my cock with both hands.  
She stroked it up and down, rather roughly, a couple of 
times.  "Does that feel good?"  She looked at me, then 
down at my cock.  Then she leaned down and started 
sucking on my bulb.  I leaned back, straightening my legs 
as much as I could.  "Does that feel good?" she asked.

I ran my one of my hands along the side of her face and 
through her hair, with the other I gripped the arm of the 
sofa, trying to maintain control.  She licked the bottom of 
my cock, then sucked on one of my balls before moving up 
to the head again.  There were little burping noises as she 
suck.

I was really building and she pulled away, looked up and 
laughed, sort of too herself.  "You've got to do the same 
thing to me now."  She stood up and pulled he bottoms off, 
her smooth cunt at the same level of my face.  Reaching 
down she spread the lips, uncovering her clit ridge.  "Can't 
you wait to taste that?"

I stood up and she reached out and, again, grabbed my 
enraged cock, pulling it as she went around me and sat 
down.  She sat on the edge and, again, sucking on me for 
just a few moments, then she lay back, spreading he legs.  
"My turn."

I worked my shoes off and stepped out of my crumpled 
pants, kicking them back and, in the process, moving the 
coffee table away from the couch.  Then I knelt down and, 
as I leaned over her to kiss her, my cock pushed against her 
mons.  She lifted it up and off of her, "In a few minutes, 
DEAR!"

All I could do is laugh a little before our tongues were, 
again, jousting.  I moved down and started sucking on her 
right nipple while, with one hand, I gently pinched and 
twisted its mate and, with the other hand, I fingered her 
smooth pussy, working the lips apart and pushing into the 
moist warmth between.  Her hand was on the back of my 
neck and she writhed a little, breathing hard.  I explored her 
preteen sex with my fingers, first moving around her bud, 
then down to the opening, working my finger from side to 
side, then pushing in.  She caught her breath as my finger 
went in up to the second knuckle.  I fucked her in and out 
while rubbing her clit with my thumb and switching to her 
other nipple.

She put her hand on the top of my head and gently pushed, 
letting me know exactly what she wanted. I left a trail of 
spit down her chest and belly as I moved down to her 
hairless slash and started licking.  She drew in a ragged 
breath and lifted one of her legs off the floor as she also 
slid lower on the couch.

I must have licked and sucked her for 10 minutes.  At one 
point I had pushed both her legs up, her feet in the air over 
my head, her hips spread as far as they would go, her nine 
year old pussy as wide open as it had ever been.  I also 
inspected it and, no question, her cherry, almost closing her 
entire canal except for a small hole in the middle, was fully 
intact, even after my vigorous finger fucking.

She had just finished cumming for the umpteeth time when 
she threw her arms over her head, "Put it in me, NOW!"

I straightened up and admired the chubby pink little girl 
laying out there for me, ready to be fucked, panting, 
sweating, desperate, her cooch glistening with my saliva 
and her own juices.  I straightened up and, sliding the end 
of my cock up and down her lips, worked them apart.  She 
still had her arms over her head, she laughed a little. "Come 
on, push it in," she said.

"You really want to get fucked, don't you Leslie."  I pulled 
away, teasing her.

"You want to fuck me too, just like you did Suzy."

That was a little surprising, from the way Suzy had been, I 
sort of assumed she didn't even know she had been fucked.  
All I could do is push forward.

It was awesome watching my cock part her lips, watching 
first just the beginning of the head, then the whole bulb, 
then some of the shaft disappear into her incredibly tight 
and warm cunt.  She took almost half of me before I 
reached the top.  Again, there was no gasp of pain, no tears, 
no blood.

I pulled back, then pushed back in and she arched her back.  
"Oooooo.....yeah," she moaned, again lifting her feet off 
the floor, pulling her knees up to spread her snatch wider.  I 
started a regular humping, moving slowly in and out of her 
and she started to move with me.  We built quickly, she had 
already cum a half dozen times and I was really near the 
edge when we started.

I really jammed into her and she yelped when I exploded 
my cum against her preteen womb.  I pounded in and out of 
her, pumping what seemed like a gallon of sperm into her, 
a froth of my white goo appearing around the opening of 
her cunt.  I leaned forward against her, wrapping my arms 
around her little shoulders, feeling her arms around me, her 
legs clasped around my ass as we both panted.

There was a clunk like a door closing.

"Fuck!,  What was that!" I straightened up.

"Probably the wind," she said, still panting.

I lifted up and pulled my cock out of her. Her pussy was 
oozing with my slime.  She reached down with both hands 
and rubbed it around, moving her soft vulva, massaging it 
and pushing some back inside her.

I stood up, taking in the scene as some last cum dripped out 
of my dick and onto the floor.

The little girl sat up, now changed, and looked around.  She 
took off the mask and looked confused and dazed.  Then 
she leaned forward and picked up her pajama bottoms and 
panties and started pulling them on.  I took the hint and 
started dressing also, not saying a word.  I dropped the 
mask back on the end table, Leslie had already gotten 
dressed again and picked up her reader, concentrating on it.  
I sat down next to her.

We were silent as she worked through it, turning a couple 
of pages, I read over her shoulder, not really believing what 
had just happened.  She asked me to read a couple of hard 
words for her.  When she finished she said she had to go 
home, collected her books and went out the door, leaving 
me to wonder.

The next day when I got home from work the place had 
been cleaned-and the masks were gone.  I sat in silence, 
waiting for the knock on the door that I knew was coming.  
It was almost dark when it came.  I knew my life was at an 
end.

"It's open," I called.

I was surprised that Mary and Emma didn't have a cop with 
them when they came in and silently sat down.

"So, Billy boy, you liked the masks?"  Emma said.

"Ahhh, yeah...where are they."

"We took them," Mary said.  "They're not needed any 
more."

"Huh."

"Let me explain," Emma said.  "Mary and me here are 
witches.  Witches of a sort that needs to be born, and we 
can only have little girls."

"The problem is," Mary said, "we can't have babies in the 
usual way."  She paused.  "We can only have sex when 
we're little, and then only once.  We chose you to give your 
seed to Leslie and Suzy.  They'll hold it for years, until 
they're ready, and then they'll have your babies."

It was dawning on me that I had been 'used' (although I 
certainly didn't resent it!).  "I see," I said.

"Wez movin away now, Billy boy.  If you see Suzy or 
Leslie before we go, give them a hug.  They're going to 
miss you."

"Ok," I said.

"I've got a buyer for the building," Mary followed.  "He'll 
be taking over next week.  We're moving to San 
Francisco."  The two women got up, "Before we go, we 
have a little gift for you."

Emma opened her large purse and pulled out my green 
mask and put it on the table, then she put a small blue one 
next to it.  "This will work on any little one you want.  
She'll not remember anything and she won't be hurt in any 
way.  Just thought you'd like it as a gift to remember us 
by."  Laughing to themselves the two women walked out of 
the apartment.


