Sally and Mary, the First Day
BY
PedoPaul

Mary was 4 years old when I first met her, I was then in my early thirties. She was the daughter of the divorced girl living next door to me at the Chancellor Apartments in Thousand Oaks, California. Sally, the mother, was sixteen. She had Mary when she was twelve. When she had become pregnant her parents made the boy, who was sixteen, marry her. The marriage lasted almost as long as the fuck that had gotten sally pregnant. Her parents refused to let her come home. For a thirteen year old girl with a one year old daughter there were not a lot of jobs available. She had come to the Chancellor Apartments looking for a handout. Instead of a handout, the owner had made a deal; an apartment and a small salary if Sally would be the maid for the building. She jumped at the chance and had been living there for three years when I moved in.
On the day that I finally got the last of my furniture moved in, I was relaxing on the couch reading one of my pre-teen fuck magazines – this one was called ‘the littlest Cocksuckers’ – when the doorbell rang. I dropped the magazine on the couch and went to the door. It was Sally, with Mary standing next to her.
“Hi,” Sally said with a smile that could melt icebergs. “I am Sally. I am the maid here. I wanted to know if you wanted the service – it is included in your rent.”
“Well,” I said. “I am not sure. I am a writer and tend to keep strange hours. I have been known to not leave the house three months at a time.” Seeing the look of doubt on her face I explained, “Lots of Chinese take out and pizzas.”
“I like pizzas.” The small girl said shyly. I looked down and saw that she was a miniature Sally. Blonde hair, sky-blue eyes, and the same sunshine smile.
I squatted down in front of her and said, “Well, maybe you would join me for pizzas someday.’ I winked at her, “We can even ask your momma if she would like to join us. What do you say?”
Suddenly the little girl leapt forward and grabbed my neck and hugged. She, literally, bowled me over. I fell backward and was sprawled on the floor with a four year old angel hugging my neck.
“Mary!” her mother shouted, “you get up from there. You could have hurt Mister Paul!” Mary started to scramble off me when I threw my arms around her and hugged her, then I started tickling her. Sally stood staring at the sight of her daughter squealing with delight at being hugged and tickled by a strange man. Finally I got off the floor and was holding the bundle of joy with one arm. I extended my hand to Sally and invited her in, “I have a pot of coffee going, and I think there might be a soda in the refrigerator for the little tornado here.”
	Sally watched Mary cling to me as I poured the coffee one handed and said, “You know, Mary has never behaved like this with anyone.” Sally looked puzzled and went on, “Mary hasn’t spoken to nay one that has lived here before.”
	“Well,” I said as I hugged the little girl, “she must know how much I love little girls.” Mary hugged my neck and planted a little kiss on my cheek.
	“Mister Paul,” Sally said a little hesitantly. “I would like to talk to you about something. Can Mary watch TV while we talk?”
“Well,” I said with a smile, “she could except that I don’t own a TV. I do have some coloring books and crayons she can play with.” I set Mary on the floor and walked into the bedroom to get the coloring books. Mary followed me. I retrieved the coloring books and crayons from the shelf and gave them to Mary. “Sweetheart, why don’t you go into the front room and color while your mother and I talk?”
“O.K.,” she said with a smile and took off for the living room.
I went back into the kitchen and sat down on the opposite side of the table from Sally, “That is one sweet little girl.”
Sally was quiet for a moment. When she spoke she was staring into her cup. The story of her sexual mistake, the marriage and being abandoned by her husband and her parents came pouring out. I sat and listened without interruption. When she was done, tears were streaming down her face. “I don’t know what I am going to do. I don’t know what is going to happen to Mary and me. She has to start school next year and I am afraid Social Services will take her from me.”
Before I spoke, I poured her another cup of coffee. “Sally, what are you asking me?”
“Mister Paul,” Sally sipped her coffee as if to draw strength from it. “Mary has never taken to anyone the way she has taken to you.” Sally’s head came up and she looked straight into my eyes and said with a voice fully of determination, “I would do anything… anything… to secure a life for Mary and myself.”
I looked at the young girls face and spoke softly and slowly, “Sally, I don’t think that is a good idea.”
“But, Mister Paul,” Sally spoke and seemed on the verge of tears again, “You said you liked little girls, and I know that Mary likes you… and so do I.”
I looked at the open vulnerable face across the table from me and the reached across the table and placed my hand on hers. “Sally, it would cause many problems.” The tears began to flow down her cheeks. “It is because I love little girls that it would not work.”
Sally looked into my eyes and asked, “but, why? I think you could love Mary and I think I could love you.” She started sobbing. “Is it because I fucked up my life, like my father said? Is it because of Mary? What I did was not her fault…”
I stood and went around the table and raised her up and hugged her and kissed the top of her head. “You didn’t fuck up your life, Sally. You got pregnant and Mary was your reward. I only wish I had been the one to get you pregnant.’
“But, I was only eleven years old then.”
“Yes, Sally, I know. That is why I said it would not work out.” I hesitated and made a decision. “Sally, I am a pedophile. Do you know what that means?”
“I think so. But, you don’t act like a pervert.” Sally said.
“Sally, a pedophile is not a pervert; a pedophile is someone who loves little girls. I love little girls. I love having sex with them. Right now I would love to have both of you in my home and my bed.” Sally looked up with her eyes wide.
“You mean… me… and Mary? You would want us both in your bed.?”
“Yes.” I said. “That is why I said it would not work out. I would want Mary as much as I want you right now.”
“You mean that you would love both of us?”
“Yes, I would love both of you, and I would want to have sex with both of you, too.”
“I suppose that when we got too old for you, you would throw us out and find younger girls.”
I sighed; she really did not understand what being a pedophile meant. ‘No, Sally that is not the way I am. If you moved in, you would have to understand that it would be for as long as you want to stay. And, yes, I would be looking for more young girls…” I laughed, “I am a pedophile.”
“But… You wouldn’t want me. I am too old for you.” Sally’s face was a portrait in sadness as she spoke.
I bent over and kissed her forehead. “Sally, you are a beautiful girl. Any man that would not want you would be dead… In more ways than one. Sweetheart, one of the reasons I took this apartment was you…” 
She looked up with her eyes wide, “Me?”
“Yes, you. I saw you the day I looked at the apartment, and you were the deciding factor. Of course, I did not know about Mary then, so you have no worry about being wanted.”
Sally started sobbing, “My dad… said… no man… would ever want me… because I was a tramp.”
“Sally, your father is an unmitigated asshole.” I sat down and pulled her into my lap. “Sally, do you want me?”
Her voice was soft, almost in audible, “Mister Paul… I love you.”
As I was holding her I looked up to see Mary standing in the door to the kitchen with my forgotten magazine in her hands. Her eyes showed concern at seeing her mother crying. ‘Come in, Sweetheart.” I held out my free arm to her she hesitated and looked at her mother. 
“Mommy?”
Sally smiled, sniffled and held out her arm to her. Mary came running and climbed into our laps. Sally spotted the magazine and took it from her. ‘What’s this honey?” Sally flipped through the pages. She saw little girls Mary’s age sucking very large cocks, and one little black girl about seven with her face covered in cum holding a large cock and smiling. I waited. When Sally reached the last page, she was moving a small amount in my lap. Her pupils were dilated and her breathing was shallow and a little more rapid.
“Mary,’ Sally said handing the book back to her. “What do you think of these pictures?”
“I… I like them, mommy. They make me feel funny here…’ She was rubbing her little pussy as she spoke.
Sally looked at Mary and spoke very softly, “Would you like to live here… with Mister Paul?”
Mary’s little face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Can we?” When Sally nodded Mary grabbed me around the neck and hugged as hard as a little girl of four could. It is surprising how strong those loving little arms were. As she eased her grip and sat back on my leg, she looked at a picture of a little girl having a man cum in her mouth. She looked at me and then her mother. “Mommy, would Mister Paul do this with me?”
I looked at Sally and she nodded. “Mary,” I said as I hugged her, “I would if you wanted me to but, if you don’t want to, it is alright. You don’t have to do anything you do not want to do.”
“Is mommy going to do this?”
“Well, honey, that is up to your mommy.”
Sally looked at me and said, “Whenever I can. I will suck your cock and drink your cum whenever I can.”
“Mommy!” Mary said, “I want some too. Don’t take it all.”
‘Sweetheart,” I said with a gentle laugh, “there will always be enough for you, too.”
“O.K.” And with that assurance she went back to looking at the pictures. In a few moments she looked at me and then her mother. “Mommy?”
“Yes, darling.”
“Can we do it now?”
“What, Darling?”
“This.” And she was pointing to a picture of a little girl having her pussy licked while another little girl was sucking the man’s cock.
Sally squirmed. “Well, you have to ask Mister Paul.”
“Will you? Will you lick me there?”
“Are you sure that is what you want?” I said.
In less time that it takes to write it, she was out of my lap and had taken off her shorts, shoes, panties, and t-shirt. She stood in front of us with her little fingers rubbing the lips of her tiny pussy. “I’m sure.”
I laughed and looked at Sally. She was out of my lap and naked in seconds. She looked at me and said, “Well, you promised.”
I stood and striped off my T-shirt and jeans. “Ladies, the bedroom is that way.” I turned and my hard on pointed at the door. Mary giggled and Sally laughed. Sally grabbed me by the cock and led the way to the bedroom.
I laid Sally and Mary on the bed and then got between them. I pulled Sally on top of me and kissed her. As our tongues entwined in passion, I fingered Mary’s little slit. Suddenly Sally and I were startled as little Mary began whimpering and bouncing on the bed. Sally watched as her four-year-old daughter had a massive orgasm. Finally Mary seem to just go to sleep.
“Wow!” Sally said. “I’ve never had an orgasm.”
“What?” I asked.
‘Well, I have only had one guy and he would just stick his dick in my pussy, move a couple of times, shoot his cum into me, and roll over and go to sleep.”
In the next hour I took Sally through three orgasm’s. The first was achieved by just sucking on her very small tits. As I said, Sally, while sixteen, was built like an under developed twelve-year-old.
As I sucked on one nipple, I rolled the other between my fingers gently squeezing. As Sally’s back arched to thrust her sensitive nipple into my mouth she began to whimper just the way Mary did. I sucked he entire small mound into my mouth and lashed her nipple with my tongue. Sally arched her back even more and grabbed my head pulling it into her breast. Slowly she sagged back onto the mattress with that look only a very young girl gets after an orgasm. The closed eyes, wispy smile and the slow stuttering breath to me she loved what she felt.  I kissed each nipple and she shivered at the touch of my lips. I drifted off to sleep with a raging hard on, and a smile. I had found my dream girls.
I awoke a few hours later to a wonderful feeling. Sally was sucking my cock. She was not very experienced, but made up for that with her enthusiasm. I raised my head to watch and what I saw made me explode cum. There was Mary watching her mother suck my cock and rubbing her tiny cunt, licking her lips and gently playing with my balls. I came hard and fast. Sally gulped down the shots of hot cum as fast as she could. As my ejaculation slowed she pulled back swallowed the last load of cum with a hum of pleasure. “Mary, Quick, suck up the last of Mister Paul’s cum .”
The little girl bent over my cum covered cock; a lick. Her tongue moved in her mouth as she tasted cum for the first time. A wide smile broke across her face, and she practically dove open-mouthed onto my cock. She sucked on the head of my cock and was rewarded with small spurts of cum . After she could get no more out, she sat back and licked some cum off her lips, and then licked her fingers that had cum on them from holding my cock.
“Oh, mommy! That tastes so good.” She turned her smile on me, “Mister Paul, make some more. Please. I love it.”
I pulled the little girls naked body on top of mine so I could look into her sparkling eyes, “Sweetheart, it will take me some time to make more cum for you.”
“But, mommy got most of it. I want some more. I love your cum, Mister Paul.”
“Sweetheart, I promise next time you get to drink my cum first. O.K.?”
“O.K.” She leaned forward and kissed me. “I love you, Mister Patrick. Will you be my Daddy?”
I looked past Mary at Sally and raised my eyebrows in question. Sally nodded her head rapidly and said, “Please. Be our Daddy.”
I slid Mary to one side and signaled Sally to come up to us. Sally and Mary lay on each side of me and waited for my answer. I looked at the two beautiful girls; one barely sixteen and the other only four. I hugged both to me and said, “Sally, Mary, I love you so much and I would love to be your daddy.” Suddenly my face was covered with kisses. I looked up and Sally was crying. “What’s wrong, Honey?”
“Did you… Did you mean it? Do you really love me?”
I pulled Sally forward until her face was less than three inches from mine. In my softest voice I said, “Sally, I love you. Now, and forever.”
A little voice came from beside me, “Me, too?”
“Oh, yes, Mary. You, too.”
“I am so happy…Daddy.” Sally said with her head on my chest.
“Mommy, if you are happy, why are you crying?”
Sally didn’t answer Mary directly, instead she spoke to me, “I believed my father when he said I was not lovable anymore. I believed him when he told me that no man would every love me again.”
“Sally,” I said as I hugged her, “I am happy he said all those things to you…” She raised her head and looked puzzled. “If he had not been such a complete asshole, you would not be here now, and I would not have the two most wonderful girls in the world in my bed and my heart.” I kissed Sally on the forehead and then Mary.
“Daddy,” Mary said in a small voice, “I love you, lots.”
I hugged here tight and said, “Me too, pigeon.”
She looked at me and gave me a big smile, “Daddy, can I have more cum now?”
Sally giggled and I laughed, “Well, I’ll tell you what pigeon; I will let you suck my cock, if I can lick your pussy. O.K.?”
“Yea!” She squealed as she pounced on my partially hard cock. I lifted her up and brought her tiny slit to my face.
Sally was giving Mary instructions on cock sucking when I began to lick Mary’s pussy. Her whole body quivered as my tongue found her tiny little clit. Sally was smiling while watching her little girl suck my cock and getting her pussy licked.
Mary started to whimper in just a few seconds and pushed her little pussy harder onto my tongue. She was whimpering, shuddering and sucking like crazy. Suddenly her legs squeezed my head and a small flow of little girl juices began oozing from her tiny fuck hole. That is when I started cumming. With each spurt of cum, Mary’s legs would tighten on my head and a fresh squirt of little girl juices world spill out of her cunt.
Some of my cum squirted past her lips and ran down my cock. As Mary came down from her orgasm, she let my cock pop out of her mouth and turned around and started kissing my face. “Daddy. I love you. I love you. I love you.”
I felt Sally licking my cock clean. The sensation of Mary kissing me, and saying “I love you.” And Sally licking and sucking my cock had me as hard as steel again.
Sally came up for air, looked up at me and said, “Daddy? Will you fuck me now?”
“Yes, my love, I would love to fuck you.” I started to sit up.
“No, stay where you are. I want to do this for you.” She stood up and placed a foot on either side of my body and then began to squat. She reached down to hold my cock so that it pointed at her dripping pussy. But, it was difficult to do. So she asked Mary, “Honey. Will you hold daddy’s cock up so mommy can get it inside?”
Mary’s little hand grabbed my cock and she laid her head on my stomach so she could get a better view. As Sally’s pussy slid down over my cock, Mary gasped, “Mommy! It went inside where you go pee!”
Sally was rocking slowly back and forth and she gasped as she spoke to Mary, “No… ugh… Sweetheart… OH, god it is so good! Little girls have a special place where men stick their cocks… UGH… Ugh… Daddy, I’m going to cum !!!!”
Sally was bouncing up and down very fact. I reached out and put my fingers on her clit, and rubbed. It was too much for Sally, she began to shudder and her cunt walls started squeezing my cock… Hard.
“Sally, I’m going to cum . Do you want me to pull out? You could get pregnant.”
She slammed her cunt down hard and almost screamed, “Oh, Daddy, put a baby in my belly… Fuck meeeeeee!!!”
O cam in her cunt with the force of a fire hose. I grabbed her waist and slammed her down on my cock. I felt the knot that guarded her wound, and that made me squirt one last load of baby juice into her vagina.
Sally arched her back, whimpered, and shuddered as her orgasm tore through her body. When she came down, she leaned forward and planted kisses all over my face and kept repeating, “I love you, Daddy. I love you, Daddy. I love you so much. I love you Daddy.”
I was exhausted; drained of thought, strength and cum . I drifted off with Sally laying on my chest with my softening cock inside her well fucked pussy. Mary had rolled to my side and sighed as she drifted off to sleep.
Being an author has its advantages; no alarm clock. Sally and I probably would have slept all day except for Mary; she was up early and wanted food. That is when it dawned on me that I had very little in the way of food. I stroked Sally’s back and got a sleepy, “Mmmmm, that’s nice.”
“Sweetheart,” I said while kissing the top of her head, “we have to get up and shower. I am going to take you and Mary out for breakfast.”
All three of us climbed into the shower and I had to take my cock out of Mary’s mouth twice before we were done. She said if I gave her more cum, we wouldn’t have to go out for breakfast. I told her that if she was a good girl, I would give her some as dessert as soon as we got home.
“Promise, Daddy?”
“Promise, little one.”
That was the first day in a long life with Sally and Mary. I am over sixty now and Sally is still with me. Mary lives just down the street and still loves the taste of daddy’s cum . 
I sent Sally back to school to finish her High School and then to University. Like me she became a writer. Some of her erotic works are fast becoming legend on the internet.
Mary graduated university with a Master’s Degree in Education. She teaches kindergarten through third grade. She loves to bring home little girls that like to suck and fuck.
I will write more about the first years that Sally and Mary were with me, right now Mary came in with the cutest seven year old twins and Mary says they are thirsty.



