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 Jeff's Chronicles 1 (Mg, Mgg, Mggg, gg, ws)

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   FIRST things first I guess.  This is an erotic story written for the
enjoyment of consenting adults.  If you are not an adult don't read it. 
This story contains pedophilia.  If this offends you or violates your
personal moral code DON'T READ IT.

   SECOND: I want to say something about the nature of fantasy.  That is
what this story is FANTASY.  I do not condone or agree with the activities
portrayed in this story.  Anyone in real life who harms a child deserves to
be castrated then shot.  That said, what is harm?  Is a consenting, loving,
sexual relationship between a child and an adult harmful?  If done with
care it is not physically harmful but there are other kinds of harm.  Is it
emotionally harmful?  Perhaps, perhaps not, in actuality it probably varies
case by case.  Children don't have labels; there is no tag that says 'I can
handle sex'.  So for that reason alone caring adults should not consider a
sexual relationship with a child (uncaring adults are going to do as they
damn well please).
THIRD: Now I wish to speak on incest.  I have no problem on a moral
level with incest.  I even consider the idea erotic (go figure) on an
abstract level.  I only have problems with incest is when it involves an
adult and a child.  The adult whether he/she be a parent or uncle/aunt or
whatever is in a position of authority over the child.  That brings in the
possibility of coercion.  Even if this is not intended there will be an
element of it there just because of the authority position.  Most children
want to please their parents.  A child that is subject to sexual advances
by a parent may acquiesce even if this is not something they wish to do.  I
would have the same problem if the adult were a teacher or a principle. 
Other than that I have no problems with incest.  If a brother and sister
want to play around under the sheets, as long as certain precautions are
taken, more power to them.
LAST: I want to speak on the nature of eroticism.  This is in two parts,
the first ties in with the nature of fantasy above.  I find many things
erotic in literature, these include, pedophilia, incest, bestiality,
torture, rape, water sports etc...  Very few of these things would I find
erotic if I was a participant.  Let me state that again, not only would I
not do them (for moral reasons) but the thought of actually doing them
turns me off like a light.  Curious, I enjoy reading about them but the
thought of doing them is repellant.
Now for the second part, I have for many years read erotic stories,
starting with filched copies of Penthouse Letters as a teenager then
downloading them from BBS's and finally the internet.  I have found many,
many erotic stories that I have enjoyed immensely.  I have also found a
great deal of duds.  To be erotic a story needs several things.  It has to
be believable both in the setting and the actions/reactions of the
participants.  A story where a child walks into a pool hall, raises her
dress and takes on everybody in the place would not be erotic for me no
matter how hot the sex, because I would not believe it.  A story has to be
descriptive.  Adjectives and adverbs are important.  Don't tell me that
Jane dropped to her knees and fucked the dog.  Tell me what she feels, what
she says, how she moves.  Don't tell me a child is cute.  Describe her,
what is her skin tone, what color are her eyes, her hair?  How soft is her
skin?  What is she thinking?  If you are writing a tale where the
characters are important then you have to make me care.  That means the
people have to be more than cardboard cutouts.  They have to live and
breathe.  They need dreams, fears, loves and hates.  If you want me to care

make them me care.

   A word on formatting: I have moved back to space formatting for this
story.  That means there are no indents and the paragraphs are separated by
a blank line.  It it my hope that people won't have the formatting problems
experienced with some of my other stories.  This missive is best viewed in
wordpad with wrap set to `wrap to ruler'.  If it explodes off the page
check your wrap setting (It's under View-Options).
Eratta:
There is no Provost South Carolina but it could be anytown in the

coastal south.  Before anyone points it out, I know the Lusitania had a
riveted hull. 
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   Provost South Carolina was a boring little burg I reckoned.  I blew in
one Saturday morning fully intending to be gone by Monday.  I didn't really
have a need to be anywhere else, a shit job driving a dump truck in
Valdosta and a cruddy little efficiency apartment were all that was behind
me but I damned sure wasn't going to spend a minute longer than necessary
in a dump named Provost!

   I was here to settle my Aunt Lois's estate.  I hardly knew her at all. I
had a vague childhood memory of a stocky fiftyish woman with a laugh like a
donkey braying and a habit of setting the bulk of my prim relatives to
either gasping or tittering depending on how scandalous her latest tale
was. I don't think I met her but the once but I was apparently the only
relative that hadn't ticked her off or disappointed her in some way in
recent years so she had left her entire estate to me.

   I got off the interstate and negotiated a dozen miles of rough two lane
asphalt, it wasn't pitted or anything, just rough.  It looked like they'd
dumped poorly crushed seashells into the mix.  I was a sometimes biker and
shuddered at the thought of going down on that surface.  It would be like a
cheese grater.

   A big wooden sign appeared with a smiling tanned woman holding a slice
of pie, `Welcome to Provost' it proclaimed in tall white letters.  Just
beyond was a smaller, more regulation marker that said `Provost, POP
38,000'.

   I grabbed a late breakfast of stale danish and coffee at a convenience
store, they had local maps so I grabbed one of those as well.  I ate over
the hood of my truck while perusing the map.

   The lawyer settling the estate had sent a fat certified letter and a set
of keys.  I dug the letter out.  The house was on Landing rd.  I examined
the map till I found a Landing pike, pike..road, they meant the same thing
but you'd expect more precision from a lawyer.

   Getting there proved to be something of a challenge.  Landing pike was
just about the easternmost road in town, it was easternmost because it
followed the contours of a great salt water marsh that stretched most of
the way to the sea.  I noticed a lot of the east west roads that linked up
with Landing pike were coded with an odd orange dotting.  I found a legend
but it only said `provisional closure'.  I went back into the store and
quizzed the clerk, an 18 something with braces and a very large chest.

   It turned out that yes; she did know what that meant.  The city and
county had been putting together a huge park for the last five years.  It
was supposed to process the runoff into the march or something like that
but I was told it was also a dandy place for rollerblading.  Those
`provisional' roads didn't exist any more.

   That forced me to turn around and drive five miles back the way I had
come.  It was a nice day though so it didn't greatly peeve me.  When I
finally turned east I soon passed the main entrance of the big new park,
this end was mainly sporting fields.  A bunch of kids in color coded
uniforms chased soccer balls across manicured grass.  I could hear some of
the bellowing parents through the sealed windows, even over the whine of
the air conditioner.

   Landing pike was a tiny dirt one lane that meandered off through
cattails high enough to make it seem you were driving through a tunnel. 
Halfway down I had to ease over to let a grader pass as it smoothed the
surface.  From the signs the big park actually butted up to the road in
most places.  I only passed three houses but these were in disrepair and
were encircled by chain link fences with no trespassing signs.  I saw
clearings where another half a dozen probably stood before the park ate
them without a belch.  I figured the same fate waited the three still
standing.

   519 Landing pike was a weathered clapboard two story affair.  It stood
on eight foot high stilts so it had the height of a three story house.  The
roof was galvanized steel.  There were several outbuildings, at least three
boats, a dusty car and a dustier truck.  There was no chain link in sight.

   I got out of my truck and stood in the shade of the big, rambling
structure.  I waited for the spark of memory but it didn't come.  I didn't
think I'd ever been here.

   The shady area beneath the house held a plethora of junk, everything
from aluminum siding to old tires.  I sighted a few big pieces of shop
equipment like a table saw and a lathe.  There was an air compressor and a
Lincoln arc welder old enough and heavy duty enough to have zipped up the
Lusitania.  Either the aunt had collected a lot of junk just for the sake
of junk or the old bird had been hell on wheels.

   I climbed the steep stairs to the front door and tried the keys.  They
worked and I stepped into the kitchen.  Immediately sweat began to bead on
my forehead.  The house was sealed; it was stuffy and very hot.  I started
looking for windows to open but spied an old fashioned dial thermostat
first.  I approached without much hope.  I didn't even know if the place
had air and I doubted the power was on.  Just to show me up for the cynic I
am the dial had a little tab that said `cool-heat'.  When I slid it to the
cool setting and cranked the dial south of 80 degrees something clicked. 
Dust swirled as a horse of a blower cranked up and cool air began to blow
from louvers high on the walls.

   More hopeful I retreated back to the kitchen.  I noticed there were
actually two refrigerators, both so old they had positive lock latches, the
type that used to kill kids by the score.  I popped the first and found it
full of mostly rancid looking food.  It was cold but the old girl had been
dead nearly two months now.  I closed the old monster with a thunk then
opened the second.  It proved to be loaded with wine coolers and what
looked like several cases of Anchor Steam Ale.  Damn, I shoulda' got to
know the old bird before she kicked off.  She just might have been a lot of
fun.

   I grabbed a beer and popped the top then retreated down the stairs to
allow the a/c to do its thing.  I poked around under the house a bit.  It
would take weeks to inventory the stuff but in minutes I had found a
roto-tiller, two lawn mowers and a huge deep freeze that thumped noisily
away.  I would have checked the latter but it was padlocked.  The area
under the right end of the house was clearer.  There was a long wooden
bench built here.  I assumed it was for potting or something but I was
wrong.  It held several bench vises and a goodly selection of tools.  Some
form of small motor was disassembled on the bench.  The new parts boxes
scattered around it said `Cushman' in mostly faded print.  At the far end
of the bench was a setup I recognized as a homemade rig for flushing and
evacuating air conditioning or refrigeration systems.  There was even a big
green can of now nearly unavailable Freon.  Damn, either aunty had shacked
up with Mister Fixit or she truly had been a one in a million broad!

   I risked the house for another beer.  It was still hot inside but had
noticeably improved.  Back down the stairs I heard the sounds of children
laughing.  I wondered around to the back.  The park butted right up to the
property here with no barrier between the two but a single signpost.  On my
said it held a sign that said `Long Water Park' in parkish looking brown.
The far side held another sign, `Private Property, No Trespassing'.  There
was a big playground that started only a few dozen feet on the park side of
the line.  A half-dozen kids played on the various apparatus while a couple
of milf types sat watch on a bench.  One of them fanned a baby carriage.  I
could see the asphalt ribbon of a jogging/biking path beyond the
playground. Water glinted somewhere on the far side.  I ogled the milfs and
a few of the little girls.  I got a few flashes of panties from the latter
but had to turn away when one of the ladies looked my way.  `Let's not get
a reputation as a pervert here even if you are one', I thought.  I returned
my attention to the property.  There were three outbuildings, one larger
and two smaller, all three were padlocked.

   When I turned back to the house I realized that both floors had
balconies.  The lower was only a house length back porch but the upper
wrapped around the sides in a widow's walk arrangement.  The roof overhung
it.  I went back inside.  It was still a tad on the warm side but I no
longer felt like I was in a sauna.  I started to explore.

   The lower floor held the kitchen, a big living room, a single bath and a
bedroom.  There was also a laundry tucked under the stairs that led to the
second floor.  The furnishings were a mixture of new and old and didn't
match well.  The heavily brocaded couch just didn't fit with the modern
glass and stainless end tables.  There were curio cabinets tucked here and
there with the normal collection of useless little trivia and ornaments. 
These were something of a letdown.  Hell, after what I'd found downstairs I
half expected to find a collection of pocket knives or perhaps artillery
shell fuses.  I went up.  The second floor held three more bedrooms and
another bath.  The tub in this one was an old claw foot affair.

   Only two of the upstairs bedrooms were fitted as such.  The bigger one
had a heavy canopy bed heaped with quilts and a feminine vanity that was
all scroll and gilt.  It held a surprisingly extensive collection of
cosmetics and perfumes considering that their former owner had apparently
rebuilt engines in her spare time.  The third bedroom was a library.  It
held a threadbare but comfortable looking recliner, a floor lamp and
bulging floor to ceiling bookshelves along the walls.

   I went downstairs and grabbed another beer, then rolled a joint and
smoked it in the cool of the kitchen.  The back wall of the living room
faced the park.  There was a door here onto the balcony.  I tried it and it
opened.  I stepped out and leaned on the rail as I sipped my beer and
enjoyed my rising buzz.

   The playground was nearly abandoned, the milfs and their brood had moved
on.  The sole holdout was a solid little girl I figured at maybe 7 or 8. 
She wore a yellow sundress that was slightly on the short side.  I
recognized her as one of the lot that had been playing earlier.  She was
setting on the top rail of a complex jungle gym arrangement and turned
nearly in profile to me.  She wore glasses that looked on the thick side
but her face looked moderately pretty behind them and she had smooth legs
and thighs, not the sticks you see on many girls that age.

   She must have sensed me looking because she turned her head toward me.
We regarded each other for a moment then she seemed to find something more
interesting off to the left.  Her head went that way even as her little
butt swiveled till her body nearly faced me.  Slowly, almost casually, her
legs drifted apart till her white panties and cotton clad crotch were on
plain display.  She had a prominent little camel toe showing through the
thin fabric.  It was all very nonchalant but I could see her peering from
the corner of her eyes to see if I was watching.  After a second a hand
drifted down to scratch her little cunny.  I grinned to myself; it wasn't
uncommon for children her age to start experimenting to see what effect
they could have on the male of the species.  Sadly, it wasn't all that safe
in today's society...for either party.  I waited till I was sure she was
looking and extended my tongue and wagged it in the universal sign of a sex
act I doubted she'd ever heard of...or imagined.  `Take that you teasing
little shit'.  I expected her to maybe turn away and blush but she just
stared.  Her mouth hung slightly open and I could see her blink owlishly
behind those glasses.  I chuckled to myself, finished my beer, then
wandered back into the house.  I had to adjust my pants.  Damned if the
little trollup's display hadn't got to me.  I needed to get my fucking
ashes hauled.

   I was exploring the kitchen in more detail when I spied a large wad of
keys hanging on a nail.  I grabbed them on a whim and headed outside.

   One of them proved a match for the padlock on the deepfreeze.  I opened
the big chest up and found it packed with neatly wrapped bundles.  Each was
carefully labeled with the contents and a date.  Fish and shrimp seemed to
predominate but there were a few steaks too.  I pulled one of these out and
set it aside to thaw then resealed and locked the freezer.  At least I had
found supper.

   I headed out back to try the sheds.  I had to work my way halfway around
the key ring before the heavy Slage on the big shed yielded.  The sagging
door drug on the ground but I got it open readily enough.  Racks had been
built along the walls.  These held at least a score of fishing poles,
everything from light fly rigs to the big surf jobs.  Most had reels
attached.  There were also several nets both of the dipping and casting
variety and a small fleet of Coleman lanterns and coolers.  A small bench
held several big tackle boxes and more reels.  A plastic bag was lying on
the bench.  It held a new roll of high quality twenty-pound test line and
several big plug lures still in their blister packs.  I checked the
receipt. It was dated only a few days before Aunt Lois's death.  Well, that
explained all the seafood.

   I closed up the shed and locked it.  I was heading for the next one when
I realized I was not alone.  The girl from the playground stood in the
grass not a dozen feet away.  We stared at each other for a moment then she
blurted, "Do you live here?" .  Off balance I stared at her for a further
second then shook my head.  "No, honey I'm just looking the place over."

   "Oh", there seemed to be disappointment in that simple expression.  "So
you're gonna leave soon?"

   Puzzled by the conversation and maybe a trifle intrigued I dropped to my
knees to equalize our heights.  "That's right.  I'll be gone in a few
days."

   She noticeably brightened and took a step closer, then another.  She was
close enough now that I could smell a slight scent of soap overlaid with
maybe a hint of sweat.  Well it was a hot day.

   "So you're gonna be here all day?"

   "That's right."

   She smiled, and swayed, the motion caused her little dress to swirl
around her shapely thighs.  "I though maybe you were leaving in just a
couple of minutes or somethin'"

   I smiled, I guess `soon' had more immediacy for a child her age.

   She bit her lip then got an unreadable look in her eyes.  She looked
back toward the playground then took another stop closer.  I now had to
look up at her.  "Do you like to do things with little girls?" Her voice
dropped to a near whisper, "nasty things." With that last utterance she
lifted her dress till the hem was at her belly button.  She'd lost part of
her attire.  I was staring at the smooth hairlessness of a little girl
pussy.

   It was some seconds before my brain started working again.  I knelt and
simply stared.  When the shock finally wore off it was replaced by fear and
not a little arousal.  I gulped then glanced toward the park.  No one was
in sight but the trees cut my sightline to the jogging path pretty severely
on the left.  Someone could pop out at close range; close enough to plainly
make out what was happening in the yard anyway.

   My rational mind screamed at me to scold the child, to tell her to lower
her dress and to tell her off in such a way that she wouldn't be back
again. Still...my rational mind was not in complete control.  I raised my
hand and very slowly reached out and caressed that pretty round twat.  The
child didn't back away; she beamed down at me and even leaned into my
touch.

   "Kiss it." She said after a moment.

   My heart was going like a trip hammer but my cock was hard as well.  I
leaned forward and planted a chaste closed-mouth kiss astride her little
slit.  She stared for a second then turned around, her dress still up.

   "Kiss my butt." A hint of husky eagerness had crept into her voice.

   Her ass was round and flawless.  It was a little on the large side for
her age but it was undeniably sexy.  I caressed her thighs then leaned in
and just bussed both cheeks.  The flesh of her ass was soft and warm
against my lips.

   She turned back around and to my relief, and not a little regret, let
her dress fall to cover her.  We regarded each other for a moment then she
licked her lips and spoke.

   "So, do you like to do things with little girls?" She paused and went on
in a rush, "I mean, would you like to do things with me.  It's okay if you
think I'm ugly and don't wanna.  I know I'm not real pretty."

   My fear receding slightly I leaned forward and kissed her fabric covered
belly.  "Oh, honey, you're not ugly.  I think you are very pretty and very
sexy." I took a deep breath and let it out.  "I would love to do things
with you, but I can't.  It's not safe.  I would go to jail for a long time
if anyone found out." The simple statement didn't satisfy either my libido
or my sense of self preservation.  They were both lining up to kick me in
the caboose.

   She beamed behind her glasses.  "That's okay.  I won't tell." She
marched past me and headed for the house.  "This is a neat old house," she
tossed over her shoulder as she went.

   I stared after her, my mind whirling.  I turned and looked back at the
park but no one had appeared.  After a second I rose and followed the
swaying yellow clad form.

   I caught up with her in the shadows under the house.  She was wondering
around fondling this and that.  I followed along behind, my mind in
turmoil. I didn't doubt she meant it when she said she wouldn't tell.  She
wouldn't, at least she wouldn't tell a parent or another adult.  Children
like to giggle and brag among themselves though.  I could well imagine a
whispered confidence a week from now or maybe a month.  Maybe the friends
she told wouldn't tattle either but there'd be another whispered
conversation and then another and somewhere along that chain an adult would
be told, or maybe just over hear.  The little secret wouldn't be hard to
track to the source and when put to the question my cute little friend
would collapse like a house of cards.

   She'd found an old armchair and sank into it.  Neither of us spoke.  I
examined her in detail.  Her hair was black without even a hint of curl. 
It just touched her shoulders and framed a face that was plain but well
proportioned.  She had just the hint of a double chin.  The thick glasses
magnified already large eyes that were dark brown in color.

   She squirmed under my gaze but let me inspect her.  After about a minute
she raised enough to tug her dress to her waist then dropped her bare butt
back to the cushion.  She draped her legs over the chair's arms, spreading
herself wide.  Her hands went to her crotch and rubbed her prize for a
second then she separated her perfect little lips displaying her bright
pink furrow with her hooded clit at the top and the small opening of her
immature vagina at the bottom.  "You can kiss it on the inside if you want.
You can lick it too.  It feels real good when it's licked." She licked her
lips and I could see color rising in her cheeks.

   I found this strange combination of shyness and bawdy boldness alluring.
The fact that a child her age was willingly, fuck, almost eagerly, exposing
herself to me was a turn on that had little to do with the view itself. 
That view was something though.

   I had ogled little girls from my late teens till present day.  Once,
when I was nineteen an older girlfriend had left her five-year-old in my
care for several hours.  I'd ogled the well formed little blond for months.
She had sensed I found her attractive I think and had started putting on
little shows for me, dashing out of the shower wet and naked, parading
around the house in her skimpiest panties, that sort of thing.  That night,
after her mother had left, the little girl dashed to her room to get ready
for bed.  A minute later she was in my lap wearing her shortest nightgown
and no panties.  All through the local cable channel's nightly `creature
feature' she'd alternately squealed and giggled as she gyrated in my lap.
My hands had roamed her back, buttocks and a few times her soft little
cunny without complaint from either party.  At nineteen I lacked the
courage to try anything further.  The girlfriend and I had gone our
separate ways a few months later.  Now I felt like I was nineteen again,
the same gnawing fear and surging desire warred and raged.

   The fear might have won but a memory forced its way to the surface.  I'd
been through a down period a few months back, having just parted with
another girlfriend.  One night after most of a fifth of tequila I'd started
cataloguing the regrets in my life, there were many.  A little alcohol
fueled analysis had revealed that most were from the times I'd played it
safe, refused to make the leap, not taken the chance.  I'm not a shrinking
violet and have a number of lumps to attest to the times when I didn't play
it safe but I didn't regret them, not a one!  I once spent two months in
traction, lost a job and yet another girlfriend after taking an ill advised
high speed ride on a mountain road during a rumbling downpour.  The pegs
had been kissing the pavement on each tight turn.  I'd finally given her
just a touch too much go juice and the borrowed machine had gone down.  It
had gone over a two-hundred foot cliff and if I hadn't fetched up hard
against the guardrail I would have followed.  I still have the occasional
ache from the crash to this day but I never think back on that ride without
remembering the thrill of the rain in my face, the eager roar of the engine
and the exhilaration of the cut rock slashing by so swiftly in the liquid
beam of the headlights.

   That memory urged me to my knees.  It brought my hands up to grip those
sturdy but very soft and very warm thighs.  I kissed the tender seam where
the child's left leg met her crotch then licked the length of it.  She
moaned as I gave equal time to the right.  I kissed just above her plump
mound then licked up to her belly button, edging her dress higher with my
nose.  I returned to her thighs and sucked a measure of soft flesh into my
mouth.  She writhed, trying to swivel her still spread slot under my
tongue. I could smell her little pussy.  It was a heady scent made up of
soap, sweat, maybe a bit of pee and a lot of overheated little girl.

   I relented and planted an open mouthed kiss on her splayed cunny,
sucking some of that pinkness into my mouth.  My tongue went into gear, I
laved that spread valley between her clitoris and her vagina then quested
upward to try and find the former in its fleshy sheath.  She had a big hood
and her tiny pearl was buried deep.  I'm not sure I found it on that foray
but the attempt was appreciated from the response it got.  I retraced my
path and circled her vagina before poking at it with my tongue.  I'd
expected to get no more than the tip in her but the little opening spread
wider.  I pushed on against some resistance but managed to push the full
length into her.  Her hymen was missing.  Her taste was faintly metallic
but still good.  I could feel the muscular tube pulsing around my tongue.

   When I tried to pull out the little girls hands abandoned their holding
action and went to the back of my head, holding me in her.  At the same
time her soft but surprisingly muscular thighs slammed on my cheeks.  I
fought against her and eased out till I was just at her entrance then
pushed in again.  She tugged painfully on my hair and her legs tried to
crush my head.  I started making regular round trips into that sweet well
and the stocky pre-teen began to hump and grind my face with gusto.  She
was giving off little moans interspersed with low noises that sounded
almost like she was muttering to herself.  A stolen glance upward revealed
that her glasses had fallen from her face.  Her head was back and her eyes
were closed.  She looked beautiful at that moment.

   I returned to the task at hand, eating a pre-teen pussy for the first
time.  I sped up and the little girl kept pace.  I pushed inward, smashing
my lips on hers and adding suction to the action.  My head was now wobbling
all over my neck as the sturdy little hips swiveled and I went along for
the ride.

   I circled a thigh and brought my fingers to the fleshy clit hood.  I
spread my lips and pushed deeper, letting the hardness of my teeth contact
the soft cunny flesh.  Now I could feel just the tip of my tongue caressing
the child's immature cervix on each gyration.  I gently pinched at her
clitoris while stabbing softly at her insides.

   She came silently, lifting her butt off of the chair and squeezing my
head in its very soft prison.  Just a trickle of little girl cum was
produced but I sucked it eagerly down.

   She was still and stone rigid for several seconds, further oral and
digital efforts on my part produced only slight shudders.  Finally she
began to relax, her bottom eased back to the chair and her thighs released
my head.

   I disentangled her hands from my hair and eased her back in the chair
when it looked like she would simply ooze to the floor.  I gave her a
parting kiss on her pussy then gently pulled her dress down to cover her.
Her head was back against the cushion, her eyes were closed but her mouth
was open.  A tiny streamer of drool hung from her bottom lip.

   I left her there and climbed the stairs to the kitchen.  I found a
cherry coke amongst the rancid food in the first refrigerator and grabbed
it before getting another beer from the second appliance.

   The child was starting to stir when I came back down.  I kissed her
forehead then plucked her glasses from the chair and gently replaced them
on her face.  Her eyes came open and she sat up with a groan.  Her eyes
blinked when I kissed her nose then her lips.  She eagerly accepted the
soft drink and slurped noisily from the can.  I took a pull of my beer and
regarded her.  No, I would not regret this.  I might pay very dearly for it
but I would not regret it.

   I settled into thought for a minute and when I again looked up I could
see the child staring coyly at me from across her soda can as she sipped. I
was still trying to decipher that look when she slid from the chair.  Her
drink clanked down on a nearby tool box and she knelt at my feet.  A hand
shot out and grabbed my semi-hard cock through the thin material of the
light shorts I was wearing.  She felt along its length, hefting the mass
and handling it a little on the rough side.  She giggled when it began to
harden in response.

   "Wow, you've got a big one." She giggled again at the look on my face.
"I like big dicks." She squeezed the shaft and giggled again.

   I was still trying to formulate a response, something along the lines of
`just how many dicks have you seen?' when she deftly unfastened my shorts.
She separated the two flaps and then tugged them in opposite directions
hard!  My zipper whizzed down with a faint `zing'.  I felt stitches pop
when it reached the bottom on its travel.

   "Whoa girl.  Are you trying to tear my pants off?"

   She grinned up at me, "Yep, I like tearing pants off.  Sometimes I cut
`em off." Whatever else she was going to say was forestalled when my shorts
slid to my ankles, since I was going commando that let my cock flop free.
The child's eyes widened behind her glasses and she licked her lips. 
"That's a nice one mister." She grasped it in one hand and gave a few
experimental tugs.  My circumcised dick is an honest six inches, I suppose
it could be called `nice' but despite her earlier statement it certainly
didn't qualify as `big'.  Of course I guess size is relative.  To her it
was big.

   "Have you seen many?" I managed to get out between the groans.

   A drop of precum had formed on the head of my prick.  The little girl
looked up at me, "U-huh." Her gaze dropped back to my cock and she went on
in a soft voice.  "I'll tell you about it later." She then leaned forward
and deftly licked the head of my prick clean.

   My gibbering brain was still trying to process the fact that a child had
just licked my cock when her lips parted and she vacuumed three inches of
me into her mouth.  It was hot and wet.  She applied a strong suction.  I
felt the soft, slightly rough surface of her tongue working over my trapped
member along with the occasional touch of her teeth.  My fucking knees were
getting week.

   She seemed to sense the precariousness of my balance because the urged
me around till I could drop into the old chair.  Never once did my prick
leave her mouth.  Once I was seated she placed herself between my knees and
really went to work.  Her hair swayed back and forth, just brushing my
thighs as her head bobbed on my cock.  She kept up the suction and the
tongue work as between three and four inches of dick sawed in and out of
her mouth.  On each down stroke I could feel my spongy head kissing the
back of her throat.

   She began to growl, a low guttural nose that seemed to emerge from her
throat.  She was getting into it, speeding up as she became more turned on.
She'd sucked cock before, and more than one cock too.  Whatever small
amount of hesitancy she possessed only involved obtaining a dick, she
damned well knew what to do with one when she got it!  Through my surging
pleasure I noticed her dress billowing and saw that her left hand had
vanished beneath it.  She was diddling herself while she gave head!

   I let my head flop back against the dirty upholstery and surrendered. 
I've had good blow jobs and bad blow jobs, the kid's technique alone put
her in the 90th percentile.  The fact that she was maybe all of nine pushed
her easily into the top slot.

   Things were about to happen.  I could feel the sap rising, I began to
hunch as ancient instinct told me to plant my seed.  Through the endorphin
haze I was feeling a stray bit of responsibility made me blurt out, "I'm
going to cum!"

   I don't know if I expected her to pull off or not.  I wasn't thinking
real clear at that point.  She didn't though, just kept right on bobbing
away, if anything the suction grew stronger.  Fuck this kid could suck!

   My vision grayed and an intense orgasm, more intense than any I'd had in
years washed over me as my prostate fired all tubes.  I could feel the
powerful spurts of semen as they rocketed the length of my cock and into
the little trollup's mouth.  A small amount of spunk escaped her and oozed
down her chin.  She was growling loudly now, a continuous sound like a
cross between a kitten purring and a blender.  The tone rose and fell with
each diminishing burst of my cum but it didn't stop till I was dry.

   She nursed my spent prick for a few seconds then popped it out of her
mouth.  She grinned up at me, there was cum on her lips and it dripped in a
viscous flow from her chin.  "You, cum a lot.  I like that too." She kissed
my dick then cuddled it to her face.

   When I could stand I pulled up my pants and headed back up stairs.  I
had intended to get another beer for me and a soda for her and come back
down but she followed right on my heels.  We ended up camped on the
brocaded sofa.  We were no sooner ensconced than little hands again tugged
my shorts to my ankles.

   Over the next half hour we talked.  All through the conversation her
hands roamed my cock, feeling, hefting and caressing.  She also took
plentiful breaks from the information flow to kiss, lick and suck it.  She
did really seem to love my cock!

   I found out some things about her, her name was Nina; she was eight, not
nine.  She lived in a big community housing project that butted up to the
southern end of the park.  I found she had lots of friends in the housing
project and several from the old trailer park that was on the far side of
it.  Her mother was a waitress/barmaid that worked afternoons and nights at
a popular place south of town.  She generally went out with the `girls'
after work and often didn't return alone.  Nina generally did as she
pleased during the day when her mother was asleep.  While her mother was at
work a neighbor woman had technical charge of her along with a half a dozen
other neighborhood kids but it was pretty lax oversight so she generally
ran free then too.

   She'd learned about sex early on from listening then sneakily watching
her mother bang the men she brought back to apartment.  Her mom also had a
number of pornos and at the advanced age of five she'd taken to watching
these with the volume all the way down as her mother slept.  She's whiled
away many a morning with her nightgown up, watching some silicon boobed
blond bob away on an improbably sized cock.

   When she was six her mom had a steady man for several months.  He worked
days which meant he and the child were alone together at night when mom
worked.  When he made a move on her she was primed and ready to accept. 
He'd been the one that showed her how good it felt to have her cunny
licked. He'd introduced her to his cock and the esoteric art of sucking the
same.  He'd had this thing about her taking his cum, not wanting her to do
it.  He told her only big girls could handle that.  He would always pull
out and whack off on her chest or her puffy little pussy.  She was very
proud of the few times she had managed to best him and get a mouthful of
spunk.  I idly wondered if the man really did have an objection to her
drinking his load or if he had been trying a little reverse psychology to
create a little cum eater.

   He had also been the one to take her cherry.  At first he'd used his
finger and then a thin little dildo to open her up.  He probably planned to
eventually try and fuck her but her mother had thrown him out first.  That
left her in something of a fix.

   The apartment had a pool and that's where most of the kids hung out in
the summer.  She'd corralled a few of the younger boys and got them alone
for some `play' time but most of them couldn't even get their little dicks
hard, those that could pop little boners never came when she sucked on
them. Most of the teen boys were only interested in the teen girls and
looked through her like she wasn't there.  Over time she'd noticed the shy
ones though, the ones that hung back from the horseplay and the frolicking.
Her first conquest was a pudgy fourteen something that the other boys were
always picking on.  She'd lured him to her apartment early one morning. 
The boy thought he was going to play a video game.  He was hardly in the
door before his pants and briefs were tugged to his knees, He yelped and
tried to fight the suddenly deranged child off but his struggles stopped
when his respectable boy cock was slurped into her little furnace mouth. 
He held her head and moaned as she sucked the cum out of his spurting
prick. She made no objection when he wanted to bring friends around for her
`services' and within the week she was sucking off half a dozen
middle-school boys.  She was less than successful when it came to her own
pleasure.  The boys would finger her but almost universally refused to go
down on her.

   That particular itch was scratched somewhat a month later when one of
the boys unceremoniously drug her into a stairwell and mounted her without
warning (or permission).  He was awkward but he did manage to get it in. 
She grunted in pain as her still tiny vaginal passage was spread and used
for the first time but quickly grew accustomed to it.  Unfortunately the
boy shot off in a dozen strokes and left her dripping and still horny.

   It wasn't long till they were all fucking her.  Several of the kids were
home alone during the day and she spent many an hour bent over the arm of a
couch or spread-eagled on a messy bed as boy after boy rooted his way to
paradise in her bald pussy.  Sometimes they would fuck all day, some boys
taking her three or four times, they would stand around playing with
themselves to get hard, or have her lick and suck them while another boy
pounded her cunny.  She lost track of who was doing her and didn't really
care anyway.  She saw many faces for the first time as they bent over her
to fit their cocks into her.  That was ok, she would spread for anyone. 
The thought that she had a right to decide who got to fuck her, or stuff
their stiff little dicks in her mouth was quite foreign.  If they were
there with a hard dick they could do her.

   The problem in fact was mouths, not hers, there's.  The little shits
just couldn't keep them shut.  Nina soon realized she had a developing
situation, and not a good one.  Older girls were pointing her out and
tittering to themselves, older boys began to make rude and pointed comments
in her presence.  Even a few of the adults around the complex began to look
askance at her.  She wasn't dumb; she could follow that trail to its
inevitable end.  She shuddered at the thought of her mother finally
learning of her new pastime.  She did the only thing she knew to do; she
cut the boys off cold turkey.  No more pussy, no more blowjobs, no more
afternoon orgies.

   That left her with a problem though, an itchy, aching and increasingly
wet little problem.  This was about the time that the park had originally
opened.  It wasn't complete yet but the construction fencing and the
no-trespassing signs came down.  She was exploring this great expanse one
day when she spotted a man watching her swing on the monkey bars while he
fondled a bulge in his crotch.

   That puzzled her, older boys didn't like girls her age did men?  She
could only think of one way to find out and being the direct sort of person
tried it.  She dropped off of the bars, walked over to the suddenly nervous
man and simply asked if she could see his dick.

   There was no one else in sight.  Perhaps thinking he was lewd and daring
for exposing himself the man unzipped his pants and covertly eased out his
cock.  A second later he found out what lewd and daring was when the
first-grader kissed the head then swallowed several inches of his tool.

   He panicked, pushing the child off of him and zipping up.  He started to
walk away then seemed to think better of it.  He came back and the two of
them walked to a more secluded area.  Once hidden in a small, out of the
way copse of trees, a copse of trees that could only be accessed by a boomy
metal bridge, his dick came back out and Nina happily sucked him to a
creamy conclusion.

   She soon found other men to play with.  She learned to look for signs,
the way men looked at her, or at other little girls, the way they acted. 
She had quite a few regulars, men who would show up to do her again and
again.  Some brought friends, that was ok, men seemed to know how to keep
their mouths shut.  Most just wanted her to suck them, but a few were
willing to slurp on her bald little box.  A few of the lesser endowed ones
had fucked her, she found it amusing that some of these grown men had cocks
smaller than the middle school boys that had broken her in.

   She had more to tell but by now my cock was rock hard again and I was
leaking copiously and breathing hard.

   "I've never had one this big in me" she commented as she gave it another
tug.

   "You're small honey.  It probably wouldn't fit." It was a pretty lucid
statement considering my condition at the moment.

   She leaned and smooched the head, smearing precum across her lips.  "I
s'pose we'll find out."

   That got my attention, "We will?"

   She gave me a look, "Duh!  Why do you think I've been getting it hard
again?" With that she rose.  She pulled her dress to just below her nipples
then straddled me face to face.  We both looked down as she grasped my
revived prick and drug it back and forth in her slot before positioning at
the dimple of her vagina.

   I started to say something.  I'm not sure what but it was probably a
caution or a warning, something like `we really shouldn't do this' or
`honey you're too small'.  I'm sure I tried to say it.  I'm also sure it
was half hearted at best.  It doesn't really matter because I'm not sure
the words ever reached my lips.  They were still in the processing
department when the child began to push down and that elastic little hole
began to dilate over the head of my prick.  The feeling of her expanding
and sliding down the domed part of my head was indescribable.  She moaned
once, in pain or pleasure I don't know, but she kept pushing.  We were both
well lubricated and that little hole kept expanding.  I moaned myself when
her snug entrance snapped into the groove behind my glans.  Fuck!  I
thought her mouth felt fantastic, the inside of her tiny eight year old
pussy was a swampy furnace.  I caressed her little ass as she paused to get
used to my girth.  No more words of wisdom were processed; no fears of
repercussions went through my mind.  All that existed was the moment, the
moment and me and this darling child who wanted me to fuck her.  When she
started pushing again I was ready and eager.

   She couldn't take all of me, sensibly she didn't even try.  When my head
nudged up against the spongy portal of her cervix nearly half of my length
was still outside.  That was ok, what was in her felt fantastic.  Her eyes
were closed as she experienced this new feeling, fuller than she had ever
been before.  I leaned forward and kissed her nose then her lips.  She
recoiled slightly, her eyes coming open as I licked her lips then tried to
push between them.  My hands left her ass and slid up her body to her face.
I gently pulled her back to me and our lips met again.  I licked her lips
then pushed past them to caress her gums and teeth.  Her permanent teeth
hadn't come in yet and there were several gaps where her baby teeth had
been pulled.  I explored these gaps then pushed on to find her tongue.  I
lifted it, pressing it to the roof of her mouth then explored its root with
my own lapper.

   She kept her eyes open as I explored.  Once or twice she tried to pull
back but I held her.  Her face seemed to have a look of mild revulsion at
first, that changed as I reconnoitered the far corners of her mouth. 
Slowly her eyes closed and her own tongue began to move.  We tussled
gently, out tongues wrestling as her snug cunny grasped my throbbing cock.

   It was some minutes before she tried to move on me.  This form of
kissing was apparently new to her, I guess none of her boys or the men from
the park were interested in kissing her.  I have always found kissing a
woman to be an integral part of making love; I didn't see why it should be
any different if my lover was a tiny girl.  After an adjustment period Nina
seemed to agree.  We kissed for long minutes pausing only for brief breaths
before returning to the fray.  Before a minute had passed it was generally
the child that was eagerly pushing forward to renew the contest.

   Finally she pulled back and licked her lips.  Wordlessly we regarded
each other, then she grasped my thighs and slowly pulled herself upwards,
her soft tissues had melded themselves to my intruding dick and there was a
tickling sensation as viscous bonds tore.  She pulled up till only the head
was in then slid down again.  Fuck, I could have died then and my life
would have been complete.  She did it again then again, our lips and
tongues came back together as her little hips and legs drove her up and
down on my cock.  I joined her, hunching to meet her downward strokes.  She
began to give little moans, purring into my mouth as we fucked.

   She sped up, our lips parted as that hot intrusion of her center
demanded more and more of her.  Her head dropped to my chest.  Her dark
hair tickled my chin as her little hips worked harder and harder.  I was
having trouble keeping time from my positional disadvantage and went still,
letting the child drive herself onto my throbbing prick.

   After several minutes she was flagging.  Sweat was dripping from her
forehead to spatter on my thighs.  Her breath was beginning to come harder
but she still tried to drive faster.  On her next down stroke I clasped her
to me and then slid to the floor.  I laid her on her back and then braced
my arms on either side of her and started to drive into her still hunching
body.  She squealed as I quickly ramped up, I was careful not to push too
deeply but I was still kissing her cervix on every inward plunge.

   She came for the first time seconds later.  Her thighs squeezed me as
her snug tube rhythmically massaged my length.  She stared in wonder at me
and little stuttering half words escaped her mouth.  I fucked her through
her orgasm and kept going.  I could feel my own balls churning, only the
masterful blowjob she had given not an hour before kept me going.

   She had gone still, her eyes were closed and only the rise and fall of
her chest attested that she was still alive.  I rose to my knees and
clasping her thighs to me.  I rutted into her now pulling her onto me as I
drove into her.  Her legs were now either side of my face.  I turned my
head and began to kiss and lick her left shin.  She came again as I began
to nibble but that might have been happenstance.

   I was close myself now and sped up.  Now my sweat rained onto her. 
Somehow I still had the realization that it was a child I was fucking and
didn't impale her womb on my cock.  I could feel the sweat running down the
crack of my ass and dripping off of my balls.

   I was on the edge and wanted to take my little lover with me to that
chasm one last time.  I wrapped my right arm around both her thighs to
maintain my leverage.  That freed up my left hand to go hunting for her
clitoris, I gently pinched her fleshy hood and began to roll it between my
fingers.  I still didn't feel anything that I could swear was a clit but
she gasped and shoved herself at me.  Her butt came off the floor and her
tight little pussy convulsed as her strongest cum yet rolled over her like
a tidal surge.  The feeling of her sweet portal trying to throttle my cock
put me over and I pumped a massive load into her as my vision seemed to
gray and a distant roar throbbed in my ears.

   I recovered for a second then got my hands beneath her at the neck and
butt.  I shakily stood with her clasped to my chest then backed to collapse
on the couch.  We sat with me still in her.  I could feel the cum draining
from her pussy, it bathed my balls before running off to stain the
intricate fabric of the couch.

   When my shriveled member finally plopped free I eased her to the sofa
and made my way to the bathroom.  I found a washcloth and then discovered
that while the power might be on the water wasn't.  I wet it in the toilet
tank and wrung it out.  Back in the living room I bathed the child's face
and neck before descending to mop the sweat and cum from first her thighs
then her little cunny.

   I left the cloth in her lap and went to the kitchen.  When I returned
with a soda for her and a beer for me she was again among the living and
was using the rag to catch the cum she was squeezing from her bald, well
used pussy.  She gratefully accepted the cold can and took a long drink. 
She looked at me, the glasses making her eyes seem huge.  "It's never been
like that before." She whispered, "Never."

   I went to my knees before her and leaned forward to give her a little
buss but she surprised my by throwing her arms around me and crushing her
lips to mine.  She backed off after a five count but continued to clasp me.
"That was the bestest ever.  You can root me lots and lots!" I smiled at
her and tried to ignore the cold trickle of cherry coke running down my
back.

   From a window I watched her walk back to the playground.  She retrieved
her panties from where they had been stuffed in an uncapped support tube
for the seesaw.  After looking around to make sure she was unobserved she
stepped into them then went skipping off down the path.  When the trees
swallowed her I finally turned away.  Only then did the fear come back.  A
stray neuron urged flight.  It wanted me to get back in my truck and put as
much distance as I could between me and Provost South Carolina.  The rest
of the pack shouted the cowardly little shit down.  First, if the child did
tell it would take very little effort to figure out who I was.  The old
house came with a huge paper trail pointed right at me.  I might be able to
bluff it out, my word against hers, that kind of thing, of course that
would depend on when she told.  At the moment a wealth of my genetic legacy
was still squishing around inside that delightful little pussy.  In any
case, taking off now would look real bad no matter when the hammer actually
fell.

   I got another beer then rolled and smoked another joint.  The buzz
soothed my jitters.  I went downstairs, pissed on an azalea that looked
like it could use the water then resumed my interrupted exploration.  The
first of the smaller sheds held lawn mowers, the plural was intended, there
were at least half a dozen machines packed into the space including two
elderly looking riders.  Several were obviously dysfunctional with obvious
parts like engine shrouds and carburetors missing.  The rest were heavily
dust covered making their working state suspect at best.

   The last shed held a pump and pressure tank.  A largish iron pipe went
from the pump inlet through a couple of elbows and into the ground.  A
newer looking pressure gage on the tank read zero.  Suspicion growing I
looked for and found an electrical switch box.  The heavy lever switch was
in the on position.  I turned it off then opened the box.  There were three
fuse positions but only the center gang was occupied.  I pried the antique
cylindrical fuse from its clamps.  The metal caps on either end were
heavily tarnished.  The waxed paper that made up the middle was blistered
and discolored.  It was obvious that the fuse had blown.

   I found a box of replacements on a shelf and snapped one into place. 
When I closed the switch the pump kicked in with a powerful whir.  The
pressure gage on the tank began to climb off its peg.  I stayed and watched
till it shut off at 80 psi then made my way back to the house.  My
suspicions proved true there was now water pressure, the old place wasn't
on the mains.

   I brought my bag up from the truck then showered and shaved in the
downstairs bathroom.  Clean, I threw on a pair of gym shorts and descended
from the house.  I found a battered grill and a moth-eaten bag of charcoal.
I couldn't find any starter fluid so I substituted gasoline from a battered
safety can, don't try this at home kiddies.  Sated on beer, I had a soda
while the coals burned down.  I cooked the steak to medium well then
climbed back upstairs and ate it with a store brand sauce I found unopened
in a cabinet.  I would like to have some bread and vegetables but what
there had been of either was bad.

   Supper done, I looked into the old ladies entertainment facilities.  The
TV was an old nineteen inch portable, the rabbit ears protruding above it
told me not to hope for cable.  There was no DVD player but there was a VCR
and a decent stash of tapes on a shelf.  The tapes were arranged in
alphabetical order, to my surprise several were pornos, fairly tame pornos
but still pornos.  The fact that they were simply integrated in with the
rest of the collection was unusual as well.  In my experience most people
hid them away or at least secluded them from the more mainstream stuff.

   I ended up watching a couple of John Wayne flicks while sucking my way
through a four pack of raspberry wine coolers, it made a change from the
beer.  I stepped out onto the balcony for a last toke then climbed to the
second floor.  I slept in the guest bedroom.  That big, frilly canopy bed
just didn't seem right.  Besides, I didn't know if the sheets had been
changed since the old girl kicked.

   I lay awake a bit, the eddies from the pot and the day's events roiling
through my mind.  How did I feel about what I had done with the child?  I'd
always know I was a letch, I'd found kids, cute female ones anyway, sexy
since my late teens.  Still, I'd never done more than fondling till now,
and that only the once.  I had never really bought the line that exposing
kids to sex at an early age did terrible harm, sure, rape could trash a kid
for life but it could do the same thing to an adult.  Consensual sex
though, naw, never bought it.  The problem was that while I wasn't sure the
establishment was right I wasn't sure they were wrong either.  Certainly
they could trot out a seeming endless stream of horror stories on demand. I
suspected that for ever maladjusted wreck that had been `molested' as a
child there were two or three that were just fine and even looked back on
the experience fondly.  I couldn't prove that though and it wasn't the kind
of thing you could do research on.  Hell, if an academic type was to even
hint he wanted to try such a study he would be run out of the country. 
Even if he did manage to persevere the current rabid climate would
discourage anyone from coming forward.

   So how did I feel?  I wasn't proud of it but I wasn't really ashamed
either.  I suspected that part of the reason for that was that I had not
been the master of my own fate.  The kid was a randy little thing and she
set her sights on me.  From then on I had just been along for the ride.

   Now what?  Well, if word got out I was toast, no doubt about it.  I
doubted whether anything I said in defense would matter.  They'd lock me
up, throw away the key and that would be that.  My country had a greater
percentage of its population in prison than almost any other.  The
fundamentalists explained that by saying we were a wicked people.  It never
seemed to occur to anyone that maybe we had just made too damned many
things illegal.  In any case, I was again not the master of my own fate. 
If the child talked she talked.  With that thought sleep finally came.

   I awoke from a lurid dream to a pretty damned lurid reality.  Sunlight
streamed through the gauze curtains, it backlit the tiny blond child,
between my knees, who was inexpertly but enthusiastically sucking my cock.
Nina stood beside the bed; she now wore a faded pink t-shirt with the
patchy logo of a local barbecue chain on it and a denim miniskirt.  Her
left hand held the hem of the little skirt above her waist.  Her panties
had gone missing again and her right hand was busily squelching two fingers
in and out of her hot little cunny.  She didn't seem to be aware I was
awake yet.  Her eyes were on the action at my crotch.

   I groaned and turned my gaze that way myself.  The child blowing me was
elfin.  She was thin and tiny; I doubted she was a day over five.  Fine
blond hair streamed down her back, it framed a pretty face characterized by
a tiny, snub nose and huge blue eyes.  Said eyes were now on me, she had
ceased her labors at my groan.  We stared at each other, her with two solid
inches of now hard cock in her mouth.  Drool ran down the shaft to pool in
my pubic hair.

   I turned back to Nina and found her staring at me too.  She'd stopped
diddling herself but was still exposed.  She had a pensive but not fearful
look on her face.  She bit her lip.

   "We knocked and stuff but you didn't answer so um...I...um...we thought
that maybe you had hurted yourself or sumthin."

   The elf came off my dick.  "Nu-uh, wadn't no WE.  YOU said that he
knowed we was coming and it was ok." She looked at me with an expression
that said she might cry at any moment.

   Nina shot her a scowl but didn't contradict her.  She met my gaze for a
moment then looked down, "I hoped it was ok." She said quietly.

   I glanced from one child to the other while the wheels in my head spun
without much traction.  I mean, this was a pretty unique situation!  How
the fuck did I handle this?  It didn't help that I was not yet fully awake
and was maybe a tad hung over.

   What I finally did was groan again and roll out of the bed.  The elf
scampered off the end of the mattress and skipped backwards as if she was
afraid I would attack her.  Nina stood her ground but she seemed unsure as
well.  I strolled past them both and into the hall.  My goal was only one
door down.  I stepped into the john and blissfully emptied my bladder.

   After flushing I splashed some water on my face then toweled off and
went back to the bedroom.  The two girls were still there.  I wasn't sure
if I was glad or not.  I'd half expected them to bolt.  They stood
whispering at the foot of the bed, both heads snapped up when I reentered
the room.

   The elf squeaked and struggled a bit when I grasped her under the arms
but when all I did was sit her on the bed and then drop down beside her she
calmed a little.  I looked up at a still pensive, though not really
repentant looking, Nina.

   "Nina, how did you get in here?" I knew I had locked the door.

   Sensing no overt anger in my voice she brightened a bit, "Well, at first
I checked under the doormat but there weren't no key there, so then I
started looking around in the rocks at the bottom of the stairs for a fake
rock.  I've seen lots of those, people sticks keys in them so's they can
get in if the locks themselves outside.  Anyway I looked a bit and found
one and there was a key in it." She looked abashed again, "We did knock
first."

   The elf nodded; apparently that was a true statement.

   I was still naked and, despite my fading affront at the invasion, was
starting to find the situation stimulating.  My dick shifted as it began to
slowly engorge.  I reached out and grasped Nina's hand and pulled her
forward till she stood between my knees.  I snaked my hand under that
little skirt and drug my finger through her little slot.  She `mmmed' and
pushed her bare mound at me as my finger traced the length of that special
place.  She was damp but it was more of a sticky damp than a wet one at the
moment.

   I abandoned her and turned my attention to the elf.  She squeaked again
when I picked her up but this time didn't struggle.  I sat her astride my
lap, facing me with my now semi-hard cock trapped beneath her.  She was
wearing a white t-shirt and tight jeans that were a tad long for her.  Her
little feet were bare.

   "And what is your name honey?" Our noses were only inches apart.  She
really did have a very pretty face.

   "Bobby Jean", she said softly, "but everyone calls me Jeanie."

   I slowly stroked her long blond tresses.  They were soft and smelled
faintly of baby shampoo.  "How old are you Jeanie?"

   "Five, but I'll be six next month." Her voice was as soft as her hair.

   I began to stroke her back, she had prominent shoulder blades and I
could counter her vertebrae without effort.  She truly was tiny.  "And,
what were you doing when I woke up?"

   She tried to look abashed but spoiled it with a giggle as my hands
continued to massage her.  "I was sucking on your willy."

   "That's a little girl word!  It's called a dick!" Nina interjected.

   The tiny child swiveled her head around and stuck out her tongue at the
older girl.  "I am a little girl and I call it a willy!" She giggled at her
own wit and after a second Nina joined her.

   My hands worked their way to her front and began to caress her flat
chest and taut little tummy.  "Do you like sucking on willies?"

   She pushed slightly into my hands, increasing the pressure.  "Uh-hmm,
they're neat the way they can be all soft and little and then get big and
hard and then get small and soft again."

   "Have you ever seen a willy shoot stuff out of it?"

   She giggled at that, damn she giggled a lot.  It was a sexy little
tinkle.  "Yep."

   "She's sucked three or four boys at the trailer park but she won't let
them cum in her mouth." Nina said.

   The younger girl made a face at that, "No way, that's yucky!"

   I kissed her little nose.  "That's okay.  Lot's of grown women feel the
same way." My hands had ended up at her waist.  I unsnapped her jeans and
slowly pulled her zipper down before massaging my way back up her belly and
chest.

   "They do?" She glanced down at her unfastened pants but made no protest
or comment.

   "Yep, they do.  It's like anything else.  Some people like peanut
butter, some people don't.  Sometimes the things you like change as you get
older, sometimes they don't.  When you are gown up you might like cum, you
might not." As I spoke my hands again descended her slender body, only this
time one of them didn't stop and continued into her pants.  I felt the
t-shirt stop, a narrow band of bare flesh, and then the warm cotton of her
panties.

   "There's a girl in the `partments that caint eat peanut butter.  It
gives her `vulsions" The last was punctuated by a sharp little hiss as a
finger made its way onto her puffy little mound and began to rub circled
over it.

   "She's allergic to peanuts." I said.  "Anything with peanuts in it will
make her sick.  Peanut allergies are dangerous.  People can die from them."

   "They can?" It was sort of a distant question.  Her eyes had narrowed
and I could tell she was losing interest in the conversation.  I suspected
where that interest had gone and increased my finger pressure and started
to trace her slit to confirm my hypothesis.  Her head went back slightly
and she bit her lip.

   "Yeah", Nina broke in, "Her name's Carla and the ambulance had to take
her to the hospital once because she ate a candy bar that had peanuts in
it. She didn't even eat the whole thing, just took one bite and she still
got real sick!"

   My finger worked its way back up to the waistband of Jeanie's panties. I
applied the tiniest of pressure and it slipped beneath the elastic.  I
gently moved back onto her mound, bare finger on bare pussy.  When she felt
my finger in her naked slit the child gave a little sigh and her head went
back further.  Her eyes were nearly closed now.  She wiggled a bit, not
really pushing onto the intruder but not pulling away either, just
wiggling.

   Nina prattled on.  "Can you imagine that?  Having to go to the hospital
just `cause you had one bite of a candy bar.  Her mom and dad were real
mad!"

   I leaned forward and kissed Jeanie's exposed throat.  I licked her
adam's apple then the little hollow below it.  When my tongue met the
collar of her shirt I grasped it in my teeth and slowly tugged it to one
side.  I kissed her right collarbone then licked it before finally taking
it between my teeth and gently gnawing.  Below, my finger pressure
increased and the digit slipped between the child's soft lips and into the
pink insides of her furrow.  I found the taut rimmed entrance to her vagina
and circled it before gently prodding the opening.  That earned a tiny
squeak and a fresh wiggle.

   Nina had been directly behind Jeanie and unaware of what was going on to
the front.  She had however noticed the lack of interest in her last
statements.  She stepped around me and the child in my lap and came up
alongside my left leg.  "Oh wow", she said as she took in the molestation
in progress.  Her skirt came up and she began to rub her own slit as her
eyes tried to follow the progress of my finger beneath the tent of the
younger child's panties.

   I withdrew my finger and both hands cupped child's denim clad hips.  Her
head came forward and her eyes slowly opened as she came back from wherever
it was that my naughty finger had been taking her.  I kissed her nose again
then bussed her pouty lips.  "Stand up honey." My hands on her bottom
encouraging her, she slowly stood with her feet just outside my thighs. 
The bed wasn't the firmest of surfaces and her hands went to my shoulders
for balance.  She stared down at me, her blond mane brushing my brow.  My
prick had actually softened a bit under the confining weight of the child's
butt.  Now it hardened again, jerking up and left to snap against my
stomach.  That brought a giggle from both children.

   I was now at eye level with the child's belly button.  I eased her shirt
up and kissed that little dimple before sending my tongue into it.  She
giggled at that and at the chaste little kisses I applied to the flesh of
her taut little stomach.  She went silent when my hands began to pull her
pants off her round little bottom.  I gently worked them till they were
past her hips then slid them down her legs.  Her thighs and lower legs were
slender but not the bony appendages her build had led me to expect.  They
were shapely and well formed.  They were also a lovely golden tan.  I
suspected she spent a lot of time at the pool.

   Nina pitched into help.  I held the tiny child by the waist while the
older girl lifted first Jeanie's left then her right leg to get the pants
off of them.  Before me was a tiny five-year-old clad only in shirt and
panties.  The panties were brief bikinis, just a triangle of white and red
striped fabric that shrank to a finger's width where they crossed her
narrow hips.  They were snug, outlining her little mound and the deep cleft
in the middle.

   I thrust my nose into that cleft and rubbed the length of it.  She
smelled clean and fresh.  I kept going up and kissed her belly button again
then gave it a deep lick before dropping back onto her fabric covered
prize. I rubbed some more, pushing her panties a little into her slit.  She
said nothing but I noticed she was beginning to ever so slightly hump my
nose.

   I started to kiss all over that delightful roundness, just little pecks
at first but gradually letting my mouth open to suck at the fabric and the
soft flesh beneath.  This ended with my mouth open wide, my lips sealed
over almost the entirety of her girl place.  I sucked lightly and let my
tongue out to explore the fleshy lips and the valley that just barely
separated them, beneath the thin material.

   She had stopped moving when I started kissing her but when I began to
suck and lick she started to press against me, pushing her cunny against my
mouth.  Seconds later her little hips began to rotate, gently grinding her
mound on my face.

   I grew more aggressive with my tongue, pushing at the cloth that covered
her, trying to herd and bunch it.  I concentrated on her slit, gaining some
depth despite the fabric.  She matched me, pushing against my mouth, trying
to increase the penetration.  First one small hand then the other left my
shoulders; they went to my head where they began to ramble through my hair.

   Nina was hard at her slit again, her eyes glued to the junction of my
mouth and her little friends panty covered crotch.  The stiff denim of the
skirt must have been causing problems because her hands briefly went to the
back of it, she gave a little shiver and it slid to the floor leaving her
bare from the waist down.  Both hands flashed back to her cunny, one played
in her fleshy hood while a finger of her other one quickly vanished into
her depths.  She licked her lips and sighed as she finger fucked herself.

   I abandoned Jeanie's mound and quested up till I found the elastic band
of her panties.  I took it between my teeth and started back down, taking
the fabric with me.  When I had gone as far as I could in the center I
moved to her right hip and tugged at the band there then it was on to the
left.  Slowly, I moved here and there, pulling and tugging.  The child
looked down through the curtain of her hair but her only sound was an
occasional low hum as she watched me working to make her naked with only my
mouth.

   The panties were hanging up in the rear; Nina sensed this and dropped to
her knees.  Her mouth went to the waistband there.  Her tiny incisors
scraped the younger girls butt as we worked together to strip the
five-year-old.  Through Jeanie's legs I could see the older girl.  One
finger still squelched in and out of her itchy little hole.

   The top of the tot's mound appeared.  It was shocking white compared to
the golden hue of her belly.  The skin was smooth and without flaw.  A few
more tugs and the top of her slit emerged.  Nina's fat clit hood thrust
proudly from between her outer lips.  In contrast, Jeanie's was not in
evidence at all.  Her slit started as just that, a slit in the puffiness of
her mound.  With one final tug the panties gave up and slid down the
child's legs to puddle on my thighs.  Her little pussy was an inch from my
nose, bare in all of its glory.

   It was perfect, a little half moon of exquisitely soft flesh split by a
deep, mysterious cleft.  I kissed it, and then used my lips to nibble at
the edges of her thick labia.  I gently pushed my nose into the crease then
tilted my head a tiny amount to ease the portal open.  I inhaled then,
through my nose.  The scent was of soap, a well wiped hint of pee and
something else.  The something else was the magic smell of little girl
vagina.  It wasn't bubbling over, it wasn't even that hot yet, but it was
definitely warm and getting warmer.

   I put my tongue to work.  At first I just caressed the outsides with the
occasional foray into the cleft.  I soon began to explore that valley in
earnest though.  My trips up and out became fewer and fewer.  The little
girl began to move again, pushing against and pivoting on my mouth.  I
applied pressure and my lapper slipped inside.  She was warm there and her
taste was stronger.  She whimpered and made balls of my hair as I climbed
to find her hidden clit hood.  It was still tiny, unformed, but she
trembled and mewed as a probed it.  I moved down till I found her vagina.
My tongue confirmed what my finger already knew; it was small, with a taut,
well defined rim.  I pushed a bit and just the tip of my tongue went in. 
Her taste was clean, the slightly metallic taste of little girl pussy.  I
began to fuck her with just the tip of my tongue, the trembling increased
and she began to tug at my hair in earnest.

   Wanting a more stable position, and to preserve as many follicles as
possible for my old age I wrapped my hands around the tiny girl's buttocks
and back and hugged her to me.  I then stood and pivoted before laying her
on the bed.  All the while, my nose had been tucked into her wet cunny, a
feat I highly recommend.  I rucked up her shirt and kissed her belly and
flat chest till she finally let go of my hair then I worked my way back
down to her sweet little pussy.

   She clearly enjoyed what I was doing but didn't ramp up as fast as Nina
had the day before.  For the first five minutes or so her only response was
an occasional shudder.  Then, slowly her legs began to flex up and down to
either side of me.  A bit more time passed and her tiny butt began to buck
off of the bed as she tried alternately to pull clear of my tongue and
drive herself onto it.  When her little girl cum finally rolled over her
she undulated like a fish, pushing hard against my mouth and balling up
fistfuls of bed sheet.  Aside from a deep gasp she never made a sound.

   I kept licking after she collapsed but gentler now, just soothing her
little cunny.  She produced a tiny amount of little girl cum and I lapped
that up happily.  I felt the bed shudder and a moment later Nina crawled up
beside her younger friend.  She looked from me to Jeanie and then back to
me again.  Her mouth was hanging open slightly and her eyes were wide
behind those thick glasses.  She said nothing but she was breathing
heavily. One finger was still busily squelching in and out of her own
little slot.

   My cock was beyond hard, it was practically throbbing.  A long ribbon of
precum had drooled from the head and formed an unbroken strand that reached
the disheveled sheets.  I stood and moved behind Nina, her round bottom,
small, but large for her frame, was in the air.  I bent and kissed first
the left then the right cheek.  I licked them, wetting her soft, white butt
with great Lassie licks.  When her ass glistened I spread my lips wide and
sucked in a mouthful of bottom flesh, this was treated to a tonguing and
the gently nibbling of teeth.  I moved across the older girl's ass,
repeating the maneuver, I was sucking hard, leaving red, mouth sized
blotches in my wake.

   I don't know if she was getting anything sexual out of my actions, she
`ohhed' some and squeaked a few times when I got particularly aggressive
with the teeth but the never tried to pull away.  Her busy little finger
never slowed either.  I could smell her simmering pussy even over the
slight scent of her wet bottom.

   I gave each cheek a final bite that earned a pair of surprised squeaks
then slowly pulled them apart.  She had a deep crack that was the same pale
white as the rest of her rump.  Her asshole was a perfectly smooth pink
funnel near the lower end.  I drug my nose the length pf that valley,
ending in that pretty little dimple.  I smelled nothing but the faint smell
of soap.  She was either very fastidious or she had bathed since she'd last
pooped, the latter I figured.  It was still early morning after all.

   She made a little `oh' when my nose poked her bottom.  When my tongue
made that passage and then started to screw itself deep into her butt she
yowled like a cat and tried to pull away.  I held her by the hips and
pushed deeper.

   "That's my pooooooper!" She wailed, trailing into a moan as I relaxed
the pressure then rammed in again.

   I was too busy eating eight-year-old butt to answer at the moment but I
thought, `and it's a damned delicious pooper too!' `Rimming' had always
been one of my favorite activities when I found an attractive female
bottom. When it came down to cases though, there just weren't that many
pretty assholes out there.  Bulged up hemorrhoids or protruding ass lips
are a pretty big turn off for me.  Nina had one of the prettiest assholes I
had ever seen and I couldn't get enough of it.

   A minute later she shuddered in orgasm, her moons pushed back against my
face.  My tongue had battered her sphincter into submission and was almost
an inch into her ass.  I felt her bottom nibbling and sucking at my tongue
as her asshole spasmed in time to her cum.  Damn that felt sexy, my dick
throbbed in time to the squeezes.

   She collapsed onto her face and shoulders but I held her hips off the
bed.  I ate her unresponsive butt for a little bit but I really needed to
do something about that dick before it split right down the side.  I
dropped down and sucked her pussy for a moment; it was swampy with her
juices.  After orally reconnoitering her vagina it was time to send in the
troops.  I drug the head of my cock up and down her slit till it slipped
through her smooth, hairless and very slick lips.  I quested a bit till I
found her tiny opening.  Damn, it was small!  I began to apply pressure and
felt her girl hole dilate then slid so sweetly up the domed head of my
cock. I moaned as the head fully slipped in.  Fuck, she was like a sauna
inside, wet and overheated.  I pushed forward till I nestled against her
smooth cervix.  All of the lubrication and the stimulation made it a very
smooth and very sexy trip.

   I began to fuck the child but slowly.  She was still pretty oblivious
and I didn't want to pop my cork before she came around enough to enjoy it,
and that cork was on a very fucking short fuse at the moment!

   I felt movement on the bed and then Jeanie's blond head popped up.  She
didn't look one-hundred percent but she was back with us.  She scooted
around and slid off the bed to stand beside me.  Her big eyes were on my
cock sliding in and out of Nina.

   I cupped the back of her pretty blond head and pulled her to me.  We
kissed for a few seconds, she didn't object but I sensed her interest was
elsewhere.  When I released her she dropped to her knees, her eyes only
inches from where cock and bald pussy joined.

   It was another minute before Nina began to respond.  The first signs
were clenching fists on the sheets, then, minutely her bottom began to move
in counterpoint to my cock, pulling away when I did then coming back to
meet me.  I groaned as her cervix started to smack the end of my cock
harder and harder.

   Little whuffs began to escape her mouth; these morphed to tiny grunts
and then groans.  She came up onto her hands, her head hanging down.  Her
little hips began to swivel as she rammed her pussy back onto the cock that
was molesting the fuck out of her.

   Jeanie hadn't moved but both of her hands were now busy between her
legs. She was going at her twat furiously but didn't seem to be getting the
stimulation she hoped for.  She sped up, her little hands a blur on her
pretty little pussy.  Little moans of frustration began to escape her lips.

   Inspired I grasped the child below the shoulders.  She squeaked in
fright as I picked her up and stood her on the bed, one spread leg either
side of Nina's torso.  I palmed her tiny butt cheeks and pulled her to my
face.  She hummed and gripped my head as my mouth again made acquaintance
with her five-year-old cunny.  I alternated between swiping at her hidden
clit and probing her tiny entrance.  I actually poked into the latter far
enough to probe the surface of her cherry.  She began to squeak, her little
hips went into gear and she started banging her mound off of my nose.  She
also went back to pulling hair.  What is it about girls and hair?

   I ate her for a bit more then another randy neuron fired.  I picked her
up, squeaking in surprise and tossed her onto her back on the far side of
the bed.  I then grabbed her by the ankles and pulled till her feet were
just outside Nina's knees.  I put my hand on Nina's head and pushed her
toward the five-year-old's glistening pussy.  She resisted a bit.  I used
enough pressure to overcome it but not enough to really force her if she
was dead set against it.  Slowly her head descended.  Jeanie was watching,
a wide eyed look on her face.  She bit her lip in indecision, perhaps
mirroring the look on her friends face.  Nina paused with that tiny twat an
inch from her nose.  I eased the pressure.  I'd planted the seed but the
final call was hers.  I kept up a steady fuck rhythm and waited to see what
she would do.

   Finally she dipped and planted a little kiss on that pussy.  That earned
a giggle from little Jeanie.  She reached out and stroked her older
friend's hair.  Either the stroking or the giggling eased Nina's
reluctance. The next kiss was not so chaste and the one following that had
some tongue action in it.  Slowly, but with mounting enthusiasm the dark
haired girl started to eat pussy in earnest.

   I had a conceit that I could manage it so we could all get off together.
It didn't work out though.  I was simply too fucking hot.  I tried to slow
down my hips but my prostate had already issued the master arm command to
my balls.  I was going to blow; the only question was how good a blow was
it going to be.  With the fuse already burning I sped up till my dick
blistered in and out of Nina's needy little cunt then the top of my head
blew off as burning lava pulsed the length of my cock.  The child's little
pussy couldn't hold it and spunk squelched past my still pumping cock and
ran down her thighs.

   I wanted nothing more than to simply collapse but I still had a job to
do.  I shook the after cum cobwebs from my head and eased my softening
prick from the little girl's bald slot.  I replaced it with my fingers and
began to furiously masturbate the child.  Her hip began to rotate faster. I
wet my thumb in the cum that slicked her inner thighs then rotated my hand
up and eased the digit into her ass.  She squeaked into Jeanie's pussy in
surprise.  Her head rose from between the younger girl's sleek thighs and
turned to look back at me in owlish question.  I smiled devilishly and
bottomed three fingers in her pussy and a thumb in her ass.  Her mouth hung
open and her body quivered as she tried to process this new sensation.

   I gently pushed her head back toward the younger child's cunny.  She got
the message and went back to slurping hairless pussy but her attention was
centered on the invasion in her own nether regions.  I sped up, my fingers
squelching in and out of her cum slick twat while my thumb rotated in her
pretty bottom.  I sent a finger on the other hand to molest and massage her
fleshy clit hood.  Her hips went wild and a constant `oh, oh, oh' escaped
her mouth.

   She came seconds later.  Her head rose from Jeanie's spit slick cunt and
her back arched backwards till I expected her vertebrae to pop.  She held
that taut pose for seconds then she simply folded sideways like a puppet
with the strings cut.

   That was one down and one to go.  Nina's mouth had begun to ramp Jeanie
up again then left her hanging.  She whimpered at the loss of the older
girl's tongue.  Ever the suffering martyr I dove into the child's lovely
little box face first.  I worked my way from the top of her slot with its
hidden clit hood down past the impossibly tight entrance to her vagina then
around between her silky cheeks to her anus.  The latter had the slightest
bitterness of shit but I didn't care at that point.  She cooed when I
serviced her pussy.  When I found her asshole she squeaked and slammed her
bottom against my face.

   For over a minute I ate and rimmed and licked and kissed.  Jeanie's
little body began to quiver and undulate with more authority and little
whimpers and gasps escaped her mouth as my mouth visited some new
perversion on her body.

   Abruptly a hand pushed my face clear of the child's crotch and Nina's
disheveled head pushed in.  She went back to sucking pussy with a
vengeance,; little growls escaped her throat as she tried to consume her
friend's hot little cunny.

   Barred from pussy I went for ass and the two of us sandwiched little
Jeanie.  With enthusiastic tongues molesting both lower openings the child
didn't have a chance.  In seconds she was coming far harder than she had
the first time.  A low keening, almost a whistle, escaped her mouth and the
muscles in her thighs and trim buttocks convulsed.  She undulated like a
fish, once, twice, then a big final finale before collapsing back onto the
bed.

   I pulled back but Nina was still sucking twat.  Jeanie's hands tried to
push her away but the younger child had no strength left.  I gently pulled
the older girl free and kissed her on the lips.  Her glasses were missing,
knocked off her face by her friend's orgasmic gyrations.  I hugged her and
licked the inside of one ear then the two of us simply regarded the well
molested five-year-old before us.

   After a suitable time for recovery we adjourned to the lower floor.  I
got the girls some sodas and we simply sat around for a bit.  Jeanie
prattled on about how good our dalliance had been, `the bestest ever' were
her actual words.  When she started talking about Nina's oral servicing I
noticed the older child squirmed and looked distinctly uncomfortable.

   I drew her to me and was startled to find tears in her eyes.  I wiped
then gently away and kissed her nose.  Jeanie prattled on with the self
centeredness of her age but she was background chatter at the moment. 
"What's wrong honey?"

   Nina sniffed.  "I shouldn't' a done that.  It was nasty!  Everyone is
going to hate me now."

   "You don't think sucking a dick is nasty."

   "That's different," she sniffed, "I'm a girl."

   "Still, No one is going to hate you."

   "Uh-huh, Dirty Jenna does that an' everyone hates her!  She's real
nasty!"

   I tilted her head up and kissed her lips.  "I'm sure they don't hate
her."

   She jerked free, "They talk about her all the time about how gross she
is.  I don't want people talking about me like!"

   I struggled for what to say to her.  The politics of children were as
alien to me as the surface of Venus.  Was one sex act more acceptable to
the pre-teen set than another?  I stroked her hair till I hit upon a
solution to the affair, a solution amendable to all particularly me.

   "Then don't tell anyone.  I won't tell and if you and Jeanie don't say
anything then no one will know."

   Jeanie had talked on for a bit but had gradually become aware of our
conversation.  She now wrapped Nina in a hug and buried her head in the
older girl's shirt.  "I won't tell I promise!"

   Crisis averted for now I found some unopened crackers and a jar of
peanut butter.  It must have gone particularly well with cherry coke the
way the two girls ate and drank.  After our repast Nina drug me to the sofa
and yanked my shorts down.  After pushing me back into the cushions the two
children went to their knees before me and the brunette resumed her
interrupted blowjob lesson.

   At some point in the session I idly asked, "So, who's Dirty Jenna
anyway?"

   "I'll bring her around later", Nina tossed off then went write back to
coaching Jeanie on how to toss me off.

   The little blond was not a very good pupil, constantly sassing the
teacher, but she did seem to be getting better.  She did turn my cock over
to the older girl for the finale and made appropriate `yuck!' sounds when
the eight-year-old took my load in her mouth then opened said mouth to
display it before swallowing.

   The girls departed shortly afterwards leaving me a near wreck.  I'd had
my balls drained more times in the last twenty-four hours than in the
previous month.  I sat and recovered for a bit then tottered off for a
delayed shower.  It was only as I was lathering my hair with something with
way too much jasmine in it that I realized that I hadn't asked Nina for the
key she had found.  The little shit hadn't offered either.

   I dressed and decided to get some work done.  I found some largish
garbage bags beneath the sink and attacked the food fridge.  Pretty much
the entire contents went in the bag.  Only the canned sodas were still good
and there were only three of those left.  I raided the cabinets next;
anything that I either didn't like or was out of date went into the bag
with the other nasties.  I sealed the bag and deposited it on the landing
then attacked the inside of the old box with paper towels and some spray
cleaner I found in a cabinet.

   I lugged the garbage bag down the stairs.  I paused at the bottom. 
There was a bedraggled looking rock garden that surrounded the base of the
stairs.  It was a vaguely oval area fenced by cheap tin edging and filled
with `river rock' or whatever was actually in the plastic bags that the
hardware stores advertised as river rock anyway.  A few scrawny flowers and
more than a few healthy looking weeds poked through.  I searched a bit and
finally spied a rock that looked just a bit off.  It proved to be plastic.
I turned it over to find a little door on the back side.  I worked the
catch with a thumbnail and the compartment popped open.  As I suspected the
little key sized pocket was empty.

   I lugged the garbage bag to the truck and tossed it in the bed.  I then
went back up stairs for my keys and wallet.  After locking up I fired up
the truck and drove back toward town.  It was Sunday so I knew the local
solid waste department would be closed.  That was ok.  I drove till I found
a big chain grocer then cruised around back.  As I suspected there were
several dumpsters and no guards.  It was the work of seconds to stop and
heave out the bag then I was on my way again.

   Maybe feeling a little guilty about using the store dumpster, I parked
in the lot out front and went in.  I felt a bit silly about that as I got
out of the truck.  If I wanted to grovel in self blame the last day had
given me a hell of a lot better reason than using someone else's dumpster!
I got a cart and started loading up on veggies and staples.  I ignored the
meat department; I figured I was good there.  I was in the soda isle when I
wondered just what I was doing?  I was going to see the lawyer tomorrow
then I was gone right?  Right?  I waited, but an answer did not come
welling up from within.  Fuck, I needed to see a realtor, and then get in
touch with the local Salvation Army to pick up all the junk, that would
take time.  Hell I might even take a day or two off, a little vacation
before I did those things.  I mentally patted myself on the back at the
clever rationalization then humped a case of cherry coke into the cart.  I
added a case of grape and one of root beer for good measure.

   Back at the house I put the food and drink away then rummaged under the
house till I found some boxes.  I carried these into the late aunt's
bedroom and beginning loading them with cosmetics, perfumes and various
sundry female toiletries.  I cleaned out the closets and drawers too.  The
former yielded up dresses, shoes and several 70's style pant suits.  There
were also several pairs of well worn jeans.  The dressers held shorts,
shirts and lingerie.  I felt kind of creepy handling the latter.  I think
most guys get kind jittery handling women's underwear, especially old
women's underwear.

   I still had some space left so I started cleaning off some knick-knack
shelves.  I didn't double wrap the stuff but I did try not to break
anything.  I stacked the boxes in the living room then went back upstairs
and started to dismantle the canopy bed.  It was a for-real period canopy
bed, not the modern reproduction I'd taken it for, and not designed for
easy disassembly.  That forced a trip underneath the house for tools.  I
got it apart, or at least as apart as it would come without destructive
measures, but it took far longer than I expected and my stomach was
rumbling before I was finished.

   I'd spied a fish house during my garbage and victual run and it sounded
pretty good at the moment.  I gathered together the tools I'd used on the
bed, grabbed my keys, locked up and headed down the stairs.  I had finished
putting the tools away and was headed for the truck when a disreputable
pink bicycle with no tire on the front rim and a familiar blond moppet
onboard rattled around the house and came to a stop.

   Jeanie and I regarded each other for a moment then she let the bike drop
to the ground and walked over.  With my keys out and my hand on the door of
the truck it was obvious even to a five-year-old that I was in the process
of leaving.

   "Where ya going?"

   Still somewhat off balance by her sudden reappearance I responded
lamely, "I was just popping out for some fish and chips."

   "Scooters?"

   I nodded, that had been name on the sign.  The building had the look of
a well known chain fish house but the colors were wrong.  I figured they
had lost or more likely given up the expensive franchise and were going it
alone.

   "Oooh goody!" She clapped her hands.  "I love Scooters!" With that she
ran to the passenger side of the truck.  Before I could utter a word she
had climbed in and buckled up.  She then sat and stared at me.  Her
expression said it all, `what's the hold up?'

   I shook my head and climbed into the truck.  I reached across her tiny
body and closed her door which she had left gaping wide open.  Still in a
state of bemused bewilderment I started the engine and backed out.

   All through the drive I stole glances at the tiny blond child in the
passenger seat.  She had cranked down the window and spent most of the ride
with her head thrust as far into the slipstream as the seatbelt and her
small stature would allow.  Her gold/white mane caught the sun as it
billowed and waved.  Her gaze took in the passing scenery with the simple
joy of childhood.  From her expression I doubted a single dark thought
intruded into that pretty head.

   That eased my own thoughts a little bit.  I had more or less reconciled
myself to the risk to me from recent events; well as reconciled as you can
get with that hard, icy little chunk of fear that resided somewhere deep
down.  What still nagged at me was the fear of harming the children.  Fuck,
I was no boy scout.  I'd been kicked out of school at the age of seventeen
for dealing drugs.  My pop, a generally drunk sometimes deckhand on the
Mississippi barge trade had beaten the shit out of me and thrown me out of
the house.  On my own I'd hustled my way across a wide swath of the
Midwest. I'd been in a number of minor scrapes with the law.  With a chip
on my shoulder I'd also become somewhat of a brawler and had left a trail
of busted heads in bars all along my wake.

   What I had never done was harm a child.  Nina and her ilk were no
shrinking violets, any kids who started blowing the neighborhood at five or
six weren't all that freaking innocent to start with.  Nina at least had
been sucking men off in the park for nearly a year and even fucking some of
them.  Okay, so I wasn't corrupting the children, at least not alone, but I
was damned sure abetting their continued education.  I looked over at
Jeanie's blissful face.  I thought I could live with that for now.

   We grabbed our fish and chips at the drive through and headed back to
the house.  Jeanie spent the trip gigglingly sneaking hush puppies from the
big bag that sat on the bench between us.

   We sat up on a big picnic table that rested under the house.  I evicted
the junk that was heaped on it to other heaps then managed a half assed
cleaning job with paper towel and spray cleaner then it was chow time. 
Jeanie set to her food with gusto, she didn't eat as much as I did but she
came close enough that I wondered where she was putting it in that tiny
elfin body.  She finished by sucking on her soda straw until all she was
getting was air then topped that off with a belch that would have done a
bullfrog proud.  That produced a giggling fit that ended up in a case of
the hiccups.

   I let her gently sip my drink till the attack was over then took it
back. "Jeanie, what are you doing here?"

   She spread her arms, taking in the wreckage of our meal, and grinned,
"eating." My scowl and raised eyebrow produced another giggle.  She stifled
that when the scowl deepened and looked down, her finger began to play in a
pool of condensation on the table.

   "Nina an' me was planning to come back after supper an' I think Nina is
planning on bringin' Jenna too.  I wanna come back with `em but...." She
bit her lip then squinted up at me.  "That's like forever away and I wanna
suck on your willy some more now...and I kinda hoped you'd do that thing to
me some more too...you know...lick me."

   Fuck, what had I gotten myself into.  I was becoming the center of a
bunch of kiddy nymphos!  Children didn't have long memories.  I knew if I
cut this off now I'd fade quickly from their consciousness.  The longer it
went on the greater the chance of a stray word reaching the wrong ears. 
The smart play was to cut and run now, send Jeanie packing, tell Nina and
her entourage that play time was over, do my business and get the fuck out
of this burg.  Valdosta wasn't paradise, and I knew, absolutely knew that
every worn out bleach blond barmaid I banged from now on was going to
compare unfavorably to the tight sheathe and enthusiastic hips of a near
sighted eight-year-old, still, I would be free, not locked in a concrete
box for the rest of my life.

   I might have done it; for once my rational mind had control.  Then
Jeanie's little hand slid onto my fabric covered cock and gave it a gentle
squeeze.  The little shit had snuck up on me while I was lost in thought.
She stood at my side and massaged my hardening meat.  When she realized she
had my attention she asked a simple question.  "Can I do it again now?  I
wanna try while no one else can see....you knows...in case I don't do it
good."

   So much for fucking rationality.  I pulled my zipper down and dropped my
shorts to my ankles.  Jeanie knelt in the dirt and kissed my cock before
sucking it into her hot little mouth.  She bobbed away with enthusiasm but
was still lacking in skill.  Since I was already damned in the eyes of
society and the law I thought I might as well help her improve a bit.  I
started gently coaching in the use of lips and tongue and even the careful
scraping of teeth.  I told her when to suck and when to suck harder.  She
proved a passable student when the lessons weren't delivered with a healthy
dose of pre-teen sarcasm and in minutes had me ramping up.  She was
enjoying herself and needless to say I was too, so much so that the main
event crept up without much thought on my part.  I did croak out "I'm
coming!" but only as the first fiery pulse burst in her mouth.

   She jerked back as if scalded, half spitting and half coughing up spunk.
The second pulse painted half of her face from her bangs to her chin.  I
took the beast in hand and turned slightly to finish jerking my load out
onto the damp earth.  Only when my nut was finished did rationality return.
I knelt and swept up the coughing child and settled onto the bench with her
sidesaddle in my lap.  I rocked her and cooed my apologies as her spasms
diminished.

   When she had sufficiently recovered she swept a stray globule of cum
from the corner of her mouth and fixed me with a glare.  "You not suppose
to do it in my mouf!" she lisped.

   I used my shirt tail to wiper her cheek and chin clean.  "I'm sorry
baby; you did so good that it snuck up on me.

   She brightened immediately, "Really?  I did that good".

   "Really, you did great."

   "Better than Nina?"

   "Just as good," I lied." She had improved but Nina was a cocksucking
pro. Little Jeanie had a ways to go to even be in the same room.  She did
give it her all though.  "But promise not to tell her I said so."

   She squirmed a bit at the restriction but after a final cough a grin lit
up her face.  "Okay, it's a secret."

   Fuck, I certainly hoped she knew how to keep a secret, or Nina's wrath
was the least of my worries.

   She wiggled from my grasp and stood on the bench beside me.  Her dirty
jeans sagged a little and her shirt was a tad small.  The two garments
conspired leave a gap in the middle and put an inch wide strip of trim,
tanned little girl belly right at eye level.  The display was centered on
the tiny dimple of her cute little belly button.  She was so close I could
see just the lightest down of blond hairs adorning the brown flesh.  I
could smell her too, little girl sweat, fabric softener and maybe just a
hint of something more.

   I glanced up at her face and found her looking down at me.  She said
nothing but the hopeful, expectant look on her pretty elfin face spoke
volumes.  I held her gaze for a second then brought my eyes and lips to
that enticing strip of bare little girl.  She sighed when I kissed her trim
belly that changed to a giggle when my tongue slid into her little dimple.
She tasted good, spicier and somehow more exotic than in the morning.  It
might have been sweat or perhaps it was just the thrill of molesting her
here, beneath the house, where anyone could wander over and peer at us,

   I worked the fastener on her jeans with my mouth, growling a little as I
did it.  I pulled the flaps back with my teeth.  A few more tugs and her
pants were over the little bulb of her butt and slid down to pool around
her ankles.  I had planned to give similar treatment to her panties but
Bobbie Jean lacked the patience for that.  She pulled them down then kicked
both them and her pants off.  In seconds she stood before me bare from the
waist down.

   Determined to reign the impatient little minx in I started kissing and
licking high on the outside of her left thigh.  I worked my way to her knee
then crossed to the inside and went back up.  I left butterfly kisses along
the way and ended by licking the seam where her leg and crotch met.  I
crossed to the other leg and did the same.

   She sighed and wiggled a bit but she seemed willing to let me proceed at
my own pace.  I gently picked her up in a modified bear hug and laid her
face down lengthwise on the table.  The tiny whole of her was laid out
before me like a buffet.  She turned her head to watch me and pillowed it
on her arms.  I received the sweetest of smiles as she settled down to let
me molest her at my leisure.

   I started at her feet, licking and kissing the arches then nibbling on
the none too clean calluses of her heels.  I moved up slowly, an inch or
two on one leg then crossing over to repeat the sequence on the other.  I
kissed, sucked, licked and gnawed, the latter with the tiniest of
pressures. Jeanie twitched and moaned a bit and giggled a lot as she
enjoyed the attention.

   It took nearly five minutes for me to reach the backs of her knees.  She
was sensitive there and kept flinching but I noticed that the giggles were
getting fewer and the moans more common.  I moved up her thighs working my
way from out to in then repeating with the other leg.  I didn't think I'd
ever encountered anything as soft and smooth as her flesh.  She was in
motion now, her shapely legs moving ever so slightly as her lovely ass
clenched and relaxed.

   That ass was the next objective.  I paused at the seam where leg met
butt.  This was another sensitive spot and she squeaked as I probed with my
tongue and nose.  Again I moved from out to in, finally pushed her legs
apart slightly with my head.  My nose was only about an inch from her sweet
hairless pussy.  Her scent was strong in that tight little space.  I pushed
forward a tad and gave it just the briefest of licks; I started up her
other thigh as she tried to force her prize onto my tongue.

   I moved onto the sexy roundness of her bottom.  It was small but plush
and curved, not the board flat butt many girls her age had.  I kissed and
licked her cheeks, dragging my face across the spit slick wetness that
resulted.  I nibbled some too, dragging the sharp points of my teeth across
that adorable ass but never hard enough to cause actual pain.

   Only when I was done with the cheeks did I start molesting her cleft.  I
took it in stages, first just dragging my nose the length of it without any
penetration.  My tongue joined the festivities on the next pass and I
pushed a bit deeper, still not enough to hit bottom but spreading cheek. 
Only on the fourth trip did just the tip of my tongue touch the rounded
bottom of her sexy butt crack.  So slight was the contact that I didn't
even touch her asshole and only noted its presence by the loss of contact
as her flesh dropped away into that tiny pink funnel.

   I planned more of the same for the next pass but the randy five-year-old
was getting impatient, this time she pushed up, forcing her ass onto my
tongue.  She felt my lapper on her hole and proceeded to try and impale
herself with hip action alone.  I held my tongue stiff and steady and
presently she was doing her level best to orally sodomize herself on me. 
She has some luck, her asshole sucked and nibbled as she pulled it on and
off of my muscular appendage.  Damn that was hot!

   Done with teasing I put my hands to her hips and gently urged her to her
knees.  I turned her slightly toward me then spread her slender thighs. 
She was open before me; it was time for the main course.

   She let out a long hiss of affirmation as my mouth finally met her sweet
cunny.  She'd been horny and ready after sucking me, the long; gently
molestation of her lower parts had cranked her tiny pot from simmer to
rolling boil.  She shoved her bald sexy cunny onto my face, swiveling her
hips to place my tongue where she wanted it.  Sometimes that was the tight
portal to her still virgin vagina at other times it was the fleshy home of
her tiny clit.  She even dropped down a few times and lined her asshole
back up with the invader, pushing onto it till my face was hard against her
butt and the tip of my tongue was trying to batter past her muscular
sphincter.

   I held steady and let her do as she liked for about a minute, she was
frantic though and lacked the patience to stay with one sensation long
enough to truly savor it.  It was the impatience of extreme youth, she
wanted it all and now!

   I finally took pity and grasped her smooth, sleek hips to hold her
steady and went to work.  I kissed her cunny all over then lipped her thick
outer labia into my mouth for a bit of gentle nibbling.  My tongue started
to explore her exquisite pink insides.  I toured up and down her slot
before zeroing in on her vagina.  Damn it was tiny; I fucked at it but
could only get the very tip of my tongue inside.  Her hymen was merely a
softness at my furthest reach.  I couldn't get far enough in to put any
pressure on it.  I moved up to the fleshy folds of her undeveloped clit
hood.  I went berserk for a bit, pushing at this and tugging at that before
settling down for an all hands search for her little nub.  It took a while
but I finally found a tiny nodule of hardness buried under all of that
flesh.  It was lost in the comparatively vast expanse of its hood.  I
teased it, trying to get my tongue under and around it.  After a bit I
formed a seal with my lips over the entire area and sucked.

   Her little bottom stopped wiggling when I started to tongue her vagina;
instead she started to push back, trying to further the penetration.  When
I moved up to her clitoral area her hips went into gear again, she circled
under me and alternatively pulled away and drove back.  A gentle whuffing
sound and the occasional low `oh' were all that escaped her lips.  When I
actually found her little bud and started to play with it she went stock
still for a second then went into overdrive on my face.  Her round butt
slid and rolled over my nose.  Her voice was a now a low hum with an
occasional whimper thrown in.  When I sucked her foreparts came off the
table, her back arched in a great rigid bow, her butt clenched until the
cheeks hollowed and her cleft clamped my nose.  She was cumming and cumming
hard!  A hiss like a leaking inner tube escaped her lips as she slowly
oozed down to lie bonelessly.

   Her orgasm actually took me by surprise and I was a little nonplussed.
Hell, I still had a few more things I wanted to try.  I quested back in but
she whimpered and twitched away from me.  I guessed she was hypersensitive
at the moment.  Oh well, I moved up and started to screw my tongue into her
asshole.  I went deep, forcing her relaxed sphincter open.  She simply laid
there and took it for a bit but when I began to fuck in and out, completely
withdrawing and letting her close up before pushing in again, she began to
react.

   At first she only moaned but then she started to hunch a little.  After
a bit she came up onto her knees and started to circle her lovely bottom
around my impaling member.  I kept my tongue in her bottom but I sent a
finger to caress her smooth slot, just the outside for now.  It was slick
with my saliva and maybe a bit of her own secretions.

   I sped up, my tongue pumping in and out of her asshole with a popping
sound.  She started to bounce on my face, her round little bottom smacked
into my cheeks with greater and greater force as my mouth did obscene
things in its lovely valley.  I applied pressure and my finger sunk into
her cunny.  I held it fairly steady and let her own motion carry the pink
inner flesh back and forth against it.  She was breathing hard now, sweet
little puffs of exertion accompanied by the occasional high pitched moan.

   I added lips to the mix, briefly sealing them to her pink anus and
sucking around my tongue when she was on the in stroke.  The first time I
did it I earned a squeal and a brief pause in her gyrations as she
processed the new sensation.  It was a very brief pause though, less than a
second later her bottom slammed into me hard, her tailbone hit my nose with
enough force that I had to fight through the need to sneeze!  I licked and
sucked some more and soon we were really off to the races!

   I found her vagina and inserted just the tip of my finger.  I had to let
my arm `float' to keep her from deflowering herself on the digit.  I'm not
sure she would have even noticed as hot as she was but that wasn't
something I was ready to do.  My other hand snaked around her thighs and
attacked her slit from above, questing for her hidden clit.

   She came for the second time in a rigor like body lock that outlined the
muscles beneath her flawless skin.  Her back arched and a low hum escaped
from somewhere inside her.  The orgasm rolled over her like a wave leaving
her sated and all but unconscious.  Her bottom slipped away from my face as
her legs relaxed.  Only the hands at her cunt held her off of the table.

   I eased her down before rolling her over and gently picking her up in
the classic baby carry position.  I picked up her pants and her panties
then emerged into the light and carried the half naked child up the stairs.

   I eased her to the couch then retrieved a soda for her and a beer for
me. I sat and watched her as I sipped my brew.  It was some minutes before
she was fully aware but finally she stretched like a cat, the muscles on
her coltish legs and flat stomach moved under the flawless tanned skin. 
She rolled upright and grabbed the sweating can of soda that sat on the
coffee table.  She took a generous drink then peered at me over the top of
the can.  "That was the best yet, does it always gets better?"

   I smiled at her, "I don't think it always gets better honey.  Some times
it's better than at other times but it's always good."

   She took another sip then stood, "I hafta pee!"

   I directed her to the downstairs bathroom and she edged off, covering
her little sex with her hand till her back turned to me.  I admired her
little ass as she trotted down the hall.  Her sudden shyness after what we
had just done just added to her almost impossible cuteness.

   I was playing with the rabbit ears on the TV when she came up behind me.
It seemed she'd left her shyness in the bathroom.  Her hand slipped around
my waist and fondled my cock.  "I want to suck it again, and you can do it
in my mouth this time but don't tell Nina, she said softly.

   I turned and lifted her up.  Her legs went around me and my hands went
to her bare bottom as we kissed.  I carried the slight blond to the couch
where she did and I did...though she pulled off after the second spurt,
allowing the rest of my cum to paint her chin and neck.  She didn't choke
this time though.

   She said she needed to go so I cleaned her up and sent her on her way. I
watched as she walked the battered bicycle to the park trail then pedaled
out of sight.  My emotions were turmoil.

   I went out again.  I found a general store that was open and purchased
several big cardboard boxes, the kind with the flowery prints that are
trying to pretend they are not cardboard boxes.  They came knocked down and
shrink-wrapped.  They only had five, I took them all.  I was on my way to
the register when I noticed they had an end cap devoted to bicycle parts. I
grabbed a twenty inch tire and tube; they looked about the right size.

   Back at the house I laid out another steak for supper then set to
assembling boxes.  I then started cleaning off the curio shelves and knick
knack racks.  I went through the videos and most of these went into a box
as well.  I supposed they all would eventually but I needed something to
watch till.....till what?  The correct answer was till I got this place
sold and got me back to Valdosta.  Why then had a stray neuron made a note
to get a DVD player and a better television?

   I dropped onto the couch and thought through a beer and a fat joint. 
Neither one helped much, when I got up and started filling boxes again; my
thoughts were still as muddled as before.  Fuck!  I was on dangerous ground
but these kids were so fucking sexy!  Fuck!  Shit!  Earlier I thought I had
reconciled myself to the risk I was taking.  Now I had the freaking jitters
again.  My emotions were swinging like a freaking pendulum!

   I backed the truck up so the bed was beneath the house then lugged all
of the boxes and the canopy bed down and loaded them aboard.  Since I was
already there I started poking about down there.  Anything I could plainly
identify as junk went aboard.  I loaded two rusted out grills, three broken
chairs and half a rusty bicycle, the frame on the latter looked to have
been flame cut in half?  I rounded out the lot with thirteen freaking bald
tires of various sizes.  Did the woman every throw anything away?

   When the truck was full I hauled out the one serviceable grill and
heaped on the charcoal.  I had to use gasoline for starter again; I'd
forgotten to pick up any fluid.  I got it going then sucked my way through
several brews while the coals burned down.  Once it was ready I threw on
the steak and a couple of small foil wrapped potatoes.

   After eating I had another beer and another joint for desert.  I sat on
the picnic table and thought some more.  I didn't reach any resolution but
just the thinking helped the jitters, of course it could have been the beer
or the joint as well.  I remembered some distant teacher droning on about
it being piss poor scientific method to alter more than one variable at a
time in an experiment.  Fuck it, I wasn't a scientist.

   I went back into the house.  With nothing to do I ended up in the
`library'.  I perused the shelves.  The collection was widely varied; there
were cookbooks, books of crocheting patterns and fat envelopes stuffed with
sewing patterns.  There were also books on welding, carburetor overhaul and
even a tome on building a freaking do-it-yourself forge!  Spread widely
through the collection, were a large number of novels.  I recognized a
number of classics but the great mass were unfamiliar.  Reading was the one
thing I wished I had more time for.  I generally kept a battered paperback
in the cab of my dump truck but that was a stolen ten minutes here while a
foreman screamed at some laborer or five there while a ham-fisted loader
operator played a deafening symphony on the body with his bucket.  To
actually sit down and while away hour after hour lost in a book was
something I'd rarely found time for.

   I eased a dusty novel from the shelf at random and dropped into the
recliner.  I had the time now.  The book drew me in and I read until the
fading light from the windows made it difficult.  I wondered downstairs and
peered at a clock.  I was surprised to find that several hours had flown.

   In the back of my mind was little Bobby Jean's statement about that Nina
planned to return apparently with an entourage.  I figured the actual
chance of that was waning with the sun.  `Good', my rational mind said.  My
cock wasn't so sure about that, fucking letch was getting using to its
share of kiddy sex.  I readjusted the troublesome member and grabbed a beer
from the fridge.

   I was just plugging one of the few video's that hadn't gone into the
boxes into the vcr when there was a knock at the kitchen door.  I opened it
to find a grinning Nina holding the arm of a heavier child.  Jeanie brought
up the rear, her blond mane swished as she twisted from side to side.  She
shot me a smile from behind the other children and licked her lips.

   Well what the fuck could I do?  I let them in.  Nina was wearing a one
piece sundress of red with white polka dots that came to mid thigh.  Jeanie
was dressed as I had last seen her only hours before.  I turned my gaze to
the third girl.

   I assumed this was Jenna.  She seemed of an age with Nina, perhaps a tad
younger.  She was a hair taller but noticeably heavier.  Her skin was pale,
almost white while her hair was the blackest I had ever seen; it almost
seemed to have a blue cast.  It was cut in an unimaginative bowl style. 
Her round face sported a largish nose, bushy eyebrows, a double chin and
glasses thicker than Nina's.  She wore a black peasant top that was too
small and showed the proto-titties her weight gave her.  A matching dress
in the same shade reached to her ankles.  All she needed was a scowl and
some black lipstick and she would be the perfect mini-Goth.  Her magnified
eyes were black and seemed to bore into me.  All together she was not what
I would call an attractive package but she was striking.

   Nina strode in like she was the queen of the manor, the other two
trailed behind.  Jenna seemed a tad nervous.  I caught her glancing
furtively my way several times.  Nina paused in the living room then turned
and motioned toward the new girl, "This is Dirty Jenna", she tossed off by
way of an introduction.  She managed to emphasize the `Dirty' part of the
name pretty well.  I glanced at the subject of the title; if it offended or
shamed her she hid it well.

   Nina started down the hall, "C'mon Jenna." The little troupe fell in
behind.  Puzzled, I brought up the year.

   Nina was heading for the stairs when Jeanie stopped her, "That door's
another bafroom."

   The older child altered course, she grabbed Jenna by an elbow and
practically propelled her through the door.  There was no tub in this
bathroom, just a free standing shower stall.  Nina swept the curtain back
then turned to the new girl.  "Take your clothes off and get in." She
ordered.

   Jenna's eyes went to me and her face colored, after a moment of
hesitation she began to strip.

   Despite my continued bewilderment I watched with interest as the child's
body was exposed.  All the naked kiddy flesh I had been exposed to for the
last day was definitely bringing out the letch in me.  She unbuttoned and
removed the blouse revealing a rounded belly and puffy proto titties, her
skin was very pale, she clearly didn't get much sun.

   The skirt slid down her hips to puddle at her feet.  Her thighs were
thick and jiggled a bit as she stepped clear of the garment.  She wore
tattered panties that had once been white but were now a dingy gray.  They
encased a jutting butt that was huge for her frame, definitely a bubble
type, but it was still round and alluring.

   She glanced at me then dropped her head before sliding her panties down
and stepping out of them.  She started to step into the shower but Nina
stopped her and faced her toward me.  She used her foot to push the bigger
girl's legs apart then pulled her hands clear of her crotch, baring her
puffy pussy to my gaze.

   "Do you think she has a pretty pussy?" Jenna's hands went to her face,
they couldn't hide the scarlet flush of her embarrassment.

   I nodded, mesmerized, "Yes, she has a very pretty pussy."

   Jeanie pushed her way forward and dropped to her knees.  Using the index
finger of both hands she peeled the older girl's thick labia apart,
displaying her fleshy clit hood and the dark portal of her vagina.  Her
furrow was bright pink.  The five year old grinned up at me, "Is it pretty
on the inside?" she giggled.

   My pants were getting tight.  I nodded again, "very pretty." It came out
as a near whisper.

   Nina turned the older girl around to display her butt.  It was an
attractive ass despite, or just maybe because, of its heft.  Nina smacked a
cheek hard enough to set it jiggling then pulled the moons apart to display
the pale pink funnel of the girl's asshole.  I groaned and adjusted myself,
to the tittering amusement of Nina and Jeanie.

   Nina stood and pushed the heavier girl into the shower.  She fumbled
under her dress before kicking her panties aside and following.  The two
children, one naked and one fully clothed except for the underwear she had
just shed, regarded each other for a moment then Nina spoke, "Get on your
knees." It was delivered in a child's commanding tone but there was too
much uncertainty in the tone for it to carry much weight.

   The bigger girl bit her lip and looked at me; the flush had now spread
to her upper chest.  She looked thoroughly miserable.  I am not much into
torment and was about to answer that silent entreaty and call a halt but
Nina preempted me by speaking again.

   Her tone had softened and was almost a plea this time.  "C'mon Jenna,
you know you want to.  You said you'd like to see and maybe play with a
man's thingy.  Well, he's a man and he'll let you look and play but you got
to let him watch too." She paused for breath then went on.  "He's cool, he
won't tell anyone."

   Jeanie chimed in, "Yeah, he won't say nothin'" I noticed the little
urchin had shed her pants and was in the process of losing her panties.

   Jenna looked at me again then at the other two girls.  Slowly she sank
to her knees.  Nina, hiked her dress and stepped forward.  She shot me a
grin, "Watch this", then to Jenna, "open up." The heavy girl opened her
mouth and closed her eyes, a second later my cock tried to tear its way out
of my pants as Nina began to piss in the kneeling girl's mouth.

   I had never been in to watersports but watching these children
performing the depraved act turned my cock into an iron bar.  Jeanie
noticed and giggled, she stroked it through my shorts as Nina used Jenna's
mouth for a toilet.

   Her urine was a light yellow, not dark but not clear either.  It filled
the pale, pudgy child's mouth.  Some escaped to run down her chin but not
that much.  Most went down her throat.  Her adam's apple bobbed as she
swallowed as fast as she could.

   When Nina was done Jeanie muscled her aside and took her place.  She had
a different technique and sealed her smooth twat to Jenna's lips.  The
older girl drank furiously but couldn't keep up and pissed sprayed from her
nose.  This set off a coughing fit.  Jeanie seemed proud of herself and
finished her piss in the girl's dark hair, wetting it pretty well.  When
she recovered Jenna licked both bald cunnies clean, she brought enthusiasm
to the task and both recipients were moaning in enjoyment.

   Nina and Jeanie finished stripping and all three girls squealed and
pranced when the shower was turned on.  They played musical corners, each
trying their best to stay out of the spray while pushing the others into it
until the distant water heater finally began delivering warmth.

   I found towels and we adjourned to the living room and the couch.  Jenna
didn't sit long though.  When I returned from the kitchen with soda's for
all I found she had been evicted to the floor.  She knelt with her head
between Nina's thighs; her tongue was deep in hairless pussy.  Jeanie sat
with spread legs, rubbing her little prize as she waited her turn.

   Not wanting to disturb them I took a chair with a good view and pulled
out my hard cock.  Jeanie gave it a glance.  She caught my gaze and
surreptitiously licked her lips before returning her attention to the
pre-teen dyke display next to her.

   Nina came with a squeeze of her legs and a grunt like a satisfied
piglet. Her hands were tangled in Jenna's hair and pulled on her head as
her butt came off the couch and pushed her cumming pussy into the heavier
girl's mouth.  Hips and arms did their level best to crush the pudgy
child's head.

   Nina's butt had barely settled back onto the brocade when Jeanie grasped
a handful of Jenna's hair; the five year old then roughly pulled the older
child to her own slick little slot and shoved her face into it.  Jenna
didn't seem to overly mind the handling, her tongue and lips got busily to
work in any case.  Jeanie sighed and sagged into the cushions, one hand now
gently stroked Jenna's black mane.

   Fuck!  I was falling deeper down the rabbit hole.  It was a hot fucking
hole though; I started to jack my cock.  So much fucking precum was
drooling down the head and coating the shaft that I had to wipe my hand on
my shorts!

   Nina didn't help much, recovered she slipped to the floor behind Jenna
and began to spank the heavier girls butt.  She started lightly but began
to ramp it up almost immediately.  "Nasty cunny licker, Dirty Jenna likes
licking girls.  Dirty, dirty, dirty Jenna!" Each `dirty' was accompanied by
a pop from her hand that sat Jenna's big cheeks to jiggling and left red
impressions.  Jenna's response was to shove her butt into the air to make
it more accessible and to go even harder at Jeanie's pussy.  Muffled snorts
came from her mouth and nose as she tried to tunnel her face into the
five-year-old's slit.  Jeanie began to gasp and yelp as she was orally
assaulted.  Her hand's abandoned Jenna's head and began to pound the
cushions as she shoved her bare little prize at her molester.

   Fuck!  I began to stroke my cock faster.  Two things were obvious as
hell; Jenna was into pain and humiliation, she was also no stranger to
pussy.  Her experienced little tongue rapidly pushed Jeanie over the edge
and the youngest child experienced an intense cum against the older girl's
mouth.

   Everything paused for perhaps a ten count then, leaving Jeanie in a near
stupor, Nina drug Jenna to me.  She dropped to her knees, pulling the older
girl down with her.  "This is a man's thingy Jenna.  It's called a cock or
a dick.

   The bigger girl showed a flash of spirit, "I know that!" she snapped. 
Her eyes met mine and she blushed brightly as she quickly dropped her gaze.


   "Good", Nina said, "Suck it!"

   Jenna didn't seem surprised at the demand.  I had sort of seen it coming
myself.  Nina wasn't much for subtlety.  The bigger girl regarded me; well
she regarded one throbbing wet part of me anyway.  After a moment she
leaned forward till her nose almost touched my prick.  Her tongue came out
and just tasted the sheen of precum glistening on the head before pulling
back within her lips.  It must have not been too objectionable because she
came out for a second lap, then a third.

   "I said suck, not lick!" Nina didn't stamp her foot, hard to do that
when you're on your knees, but the tone was there.  Jenna cast her a lazy
sidelong look that was almost comically sardonic then leaned forward and
let her lips ooze over the head of my cock.

   I groaned, the feel of her mouth on my superheated prick was soft, warm
luxury.  The sound brought her eyes back to my face.  I smiled and brought
my hand to her head, not in the demanding way that Nina or Jeanie had but
in a soft caress.  She smiled around my cock before dropping her gaze and
pushing steadily forward.

   To my and Nina's amazement she didn't fucking stop!  I felt my cock kiss
the back of her throat but she just angled her neck and kept pushing.  The
head of my prick slid down the smooth ramp she provided and popped into her
esophagus.  It kept going till the child's nose was buried in my pubic
hair.

   Fuck, she'd taken my whole cock.  A fucking eight year old was deep
throating me!  I felt her throat work around my dick as she adjusted to my
girth then she pulled off just far enough to grab a quick breath and went
down again.  Once more her lips mashed my pubic hair flat.  I groaned when
her tongue slipped out to bathe my balls.

   To my frustration she refused to hit a stride, she would take my cock to
the root then come up and pause, her eyes would meet mine, after several
seconds she would go down again.  Her ability to take my entire length was
amazing but other than that her technique left a lot to be desired.

   Without conscious thought my hips began to hunch, fucking up off the
cushion to spear her gullet.  When I did that she stopped completely.  I
forced myself to stillness and after a moment was rewarded with a single
teasing stroke that again caused me to lunge up.  She promptly stopped
again?  Ok, so I'm slow on the uptake sometimes, it took four repetitions
before it occurred to me that the child might want me to fuck her mouth.

   I tested that hypothesis with a slow screw that ended with her lips
mashed to my groin, she groaned in her throat.  I did it again, then again,
she smiled around my cock, the pre-teen slut got off on having her throat
banged!

   Keeping my cock in her mouth, I slid to the floor.  She lowered herself
onto her belly so she was at the perfect cock sucking height with me on my
knees.  I slid both hands into her black hair and grasped her head before
driving into her throat almost violently.  Her eyes glittered at me and she
hummed in approval.

   What followed didn't last long, I fucking raped the eight year old's
mouth and throat.  Spittle flew as my crotch slammed into her mouth with
bruising force time and time again.  The room went away; Nina and Jeanie
vanished like a mist.  My intellect contacted into a tiny dim ball then
vanished with a pop.  I became a cock, and all that existed was me and the
muscular tube I was driving into.

   I roared like a bull when I came, my balls emptying what felt like a
quart of cum deep in Jenna's throat.  Long after the last of the fluid had
oozed out my cock still twitched as my prostate kept trying to pump a dry
well.  Only when the last feeble spasm had passed did I fall back onto my
buttocks, my head would probably have slammed into the floor but the padded
chair caught it first.  My softening cock pulled from Jenna's mouth with an
obscene `slurp'.  Jenna took a deep breath and shuddered.  Her face looked
a bit red but she seemed to be no worse for wear.

   `Fuck' I thought.

   "Fuck!" Nina said.

   "Wow" Jeanie said, she had apparently recovered during my rut and joined
the audience.

   Jenna wiped her face and took it all in, then she giggled.

   Once the shock had passed the girls were all over Jenna.  Nina in
particular wanted to know how the bigger girl could take me down her throat
like that.  When Jenna couldn't produce a magical set of instructions the
questioning changed.  Now Nina wanted to know where Jenna had learned to do
it.  Jenna made noises about learning with candles but it sounded weak and
evasive to me.

   Jenna now was one up on the others, that didn't set well with Nina; it
didn't set well at all.  The smaller girls got on their hands and knees and
demanded some butt loving.  Jenna blushed a bit but readily fell to eating
little girl ass.  She went back and forth between the two, alternately
rimming and tongue fucking each of them.  She even hummed some as she did
it.

   Nina abruptly pulled away and stood.  "I gotta poop." With that the
naked nymph dashed from the room.  Jenna switched to Nina's bottom.  She
forced her face between the girl's cheeks as her rigid tongue vanished into
the muscular portal of Nina's anus.  When I came up to get a closer look
she blushed a little but it was clear that her earlier near mortification
was gone.  She even pulled the other girl's cheeks apart to give me a
better look at her buried lapper.  Her tongue slipped out and she kissed
Nina's wet asshole then gave it a brief suck.  She giggled again when my
hand went to my again stiffening cock.

   Nina came off of her hands.  She turned on her knees till she faced us
then paused for a second; a naughty glint was in her eyes.  As we watched
her expression morphed into a near smirk.  She stood and grabbed Jenna by
the wrist, tugging the bigger girl to her feet.

   "C'mon."

   Curious, I followed the children from the room.  I didn't know what was
happening but I was beginning to know Nina.  I was willing to bet it
wouldn't be boring.

   Jeanie was just reaching for the toilet paper when we entered that
bathroom.  The little room stank rather badly.

   Nina pushed Jeanie's hand away from the roller then grasped the younger
child and turned her around.  "Bend over," she whispered.

   Puzzled the little blond rested her hands on the tank and thrust her
soiled bottom out.  She looked slightly embarrassed.

   Nina looked at Jenna, "Go on, you did it in the woods that day."

   Jenna bit her lip and looked very unsure.  Her gaze went from Nina to me
and back again.

   Jeanie seemed to have picked up on what was going on, "Nina we
promised..."

   Nina cut her off.  "You promised, not me!" She bit her lip and went on
in a softer tone.  "'sides, the promise was not to tell and we aint
tellin', we're showin'"

   Jenna looked like she didn't know whether to cry or bolt.  She had a
wild look in her eyes.  I was still in the dark but there was a glimmering
in the distance that just might be the dawn.  In any case I decided to call
a halt to the proceedings.  I wasn't going to see a child bullied into
anything.

   Nina beat me to it.  Seeing Jenna's countenance her own features
softened a bit.  "You don't have to if you don't want to."

   Jeanie looked over her shoulder at that.  Deciding that a decision had
been reached she started to straighten up but Jenna reached out and pushed
her back down again.  The bigger girl then took a deep breath and gently
spread the little blonde's cute cheeks.  We all got a brief glimpse of her
dirty little bottom hole before Jenna's tongue began to lick it clean. 
Fuck that was nasty!  My fucking dick was like a fucking iron spike.

   Jenna licked for over a minute.  At Nina's urging she even stuck out her
tongue to show the brown track down the center of it.  When she was done
Jeanie's pretty asshole was immaculate.

   Back in the living room I fucked Nina as Jenna once again ate little
Jeanie.  After fifteen minutes there were three satisfied bodies draped
across the couch.  I groaned and pulled my spent tackle from Nina.  I had a
job to do.  There was one bit of business unattended to.

   Jenna squeaked when I picked her up.  She weighed quite a bit more than
Nina but I managed turn and drop her onto the couch between the other two
children.  I spread her thick thighs and brought my face to her pussy.  It
smelled clean, apparently the `dirty' part of her didn't extend to her own
hygiene.  I was thankful for that.  I thumbed open her thick lips, they
peeled apart with a tacky resistance that told me she was wet, very wet. 
Her insides were bright pink and glistened with her arousal.

   I fell to eating her with gusto.  She grunted and snorted as I rooted
her to paradise.  She was nosier than either Nina or Jeanie though she
didn't squirm as much as the latter.  On my first trip into her vagina I
found it surprisingly elastic with her virginity nowhere to be found.  I
filed that away and quested up for her clit.  It was big; a throbbing pea
that I teased from its sheath and gently sucked between my lips, again the
size was in contrast to the other children.

   In minutes Jenna was cumming hard.  She wrapped her chubby legs around
my head and screamed at the rafters as her orgasm rolled over her.

   As the girls gathered their clothing and dressed I noticed that Jenna's
haunted look was coming back.  Several times I found her glancing at me. 
Before they departed I managed to get her aside without the others
noticing. I kissed her nose and hugged her, "I think you are a pretty, sexy
little girl.  Thank you." She seemed a bit more composed after that.  Okay,
so she wasn't exactly pretty, I'd been half honest anyway.

   I drug myself up to bed.  It had been a long day.  My fucking balls
throbbed!

   Monday dawned overcast and breezy.  I showered then drove down to an
IHOP and had breakfast.  I unloaded the decent stuff from the truck at the
SPCA.  The rest went to the dump.  The lawyer's office didn't open till
nine so I drove around till I found a street crowded with used car lots. 
Just what is it with the `Pre-Owned' moniker anyway?  What's freaking wrong
with `USED'.  Do they think people don't know the difference?  I kicked
tires, ducked salesman and seriously admired a nearly new F-250 with more
bells and whistles than your average air superiority fighter.

   I developed an almost instant dislike for Dieter Lassiter.  His was the
middle moniker on the gold trimmed door of Manning, Lassiter and Caulper. I
was ignored by all denizens of the office until I mentioned my name to the
receptionist, then it seemed that nattily dressed sycophants oozed from
every crack.  In minutes I was seated in a sleek chair that had more going
for it in the looks department than in the comfort one, a cup of `organic'
coffee steamed at my elbow.  Twice I had to fend off a pastry wielding
young man whose sexual orientation was seriously in question.

   Lassiter was somewhere between thirty and fifty with a deep tan that
probably came from lamps and a thick black mane that almost certainly
originated in a bottle.  He had a slight paunch and what seemed like an
acre of too white teeth.  After a bit of small talk the lawyer accepted a
folder from the receptionist.

   "I was very sorry to hear of your loss, very sorry," he oozed.

   I shrugged, "I barely knew her.  So it's hardly a loss."

   You could almost see the shutters click behind his eyes as a new program
was loaded, `no emotional attachment, shift to plan B'.  I found it odd,
I'd dealt with lawyers before.  As a species they were cool and succinct,
wasting no emotion, even fake emotion on the client...unless they wanted
something.  What did Dieter Lassiter want?

   He shook his head, "Well, I have to tell you son, your aunt was
somethin' of a fixture in this town.  She surely was.  I admired her, I
truly did.  I never met a woman as purely....focused as she was." I got the
impression that `focused' hadn't been his first word choice.

   I took a sip of the coffee, it wasn't bad but I've had better out of a
beat up thermos served off the running board of a Kenworth.

   Lassiter squirmed for a bit but when it became plain that I wasn't
interested in chit-chat he opened the folder.  "Your aunt's estate is
pretty straightforward.  She had a good head on her and made arrangements
before she passed on.  There'll be no need for probate but of course the
taxes will have to be settled." He looked up but went on after getting no
response.

   "Said estate consists of plat 1267548 as recorded with the county
Registrar of Deeds and all structures, appurtenances and other real
property currently located there.  The street address of said property is
519 Landing road." He looked up, "There are also several vehicles and a
bank account associated with the estate but if I could I'd like to talk to
you about the house."

   Ahhhh.....now I would find out what he wanted.  "Pike", I said.

   "Pardon?"

   "It's landing Pike, not road."

   He stared for a second then cleared his throat.  "In addition to being
the executer of your late aunts estate I am also an agent for the County
for the acquisition of land for a new park we're building."

   "Long Water."

   "Ahhh, you've hear of it, good.  There is substantial interest on behalf
of the parties in the acquisition of all property on Landing ro...pike.  I
negotiated with your aunt before her death but she wasn't much interested
in selling.  Now I'm sure....."

   I cut him off, "How much?"

   He cleared his throat again.  "Two-Hundred thousand."

   I sank back in the chair.  Problem solved, right?  I had envisioned
having to spend days arranging for a realtor to list the place then wait
months for it to sell.  I would have to respond to the inevitable low-ball
offers then finally journey back down here for the closing.  This was a
neat short-circuit to that little string of misery.  It's what I
wanted...wasn't it?

   I thought about the money.  It was probably a fair offer.  They house
was old, it wasn't trendy, it would creak in the wind and the rain would
boom on that metal roofing.  What would I do with the money, buy a place?
Where?  In all likelihood I'd simply party it away.  I might buy a new
truck or something but the odds were better than even that five years from
now I'd still be living out of a cramped hotel somewhere near the latest
job site.

   I looked back up at the lawyer.  He had an expectant half-smile on his
face.  "The rest of the estate?"

   "The offer...?"

   "Will wait."

   He frowned but his face dipped back to the folder.  "The remainder of
the estate consists of a vehicle, a 1969 Plymouth Satellite, a vehicle a
1973 Ford pickup truck, a vehicle a 1974 Demcraft boat, a vehicle a 1972
Chrysler boat, a vehicle a 1997 Gheenoe boat." He looked up again, "The
rounds out the real property the only remaining item is your aunt's bank
assets."

   "And that amounts too?"

   "You will of course have to get with the bank for a total figure for all
accounts but the round figure is about $920,000."

   I swallowed, "Pardon?  Could you repeat that?"

   He did, the number didn't change.  My mouth went dry, holy shit!

   He droned on about taxes and filings and signatures required.  It
finally dawned on me that he was awaiting an answer from me.

   "I'm sorry?"

   A look of annoyance flickered across his features but was quickly
smothered.  "I was saying that you need to make a decision on the house
before we can finalize the inheritance.  We have an in house accountant but
the numbers will change depending on if you sell the house or not."

   I stood, "Hell, prepare it both ways.  I'll pay for the extra expense."

   I started for the door but stopped.  I turned back to see him looking
nonplussed.  Obviously he was not used to others cutting an interview
short. I smiled, "By the way.  How much of a bonus do you get if you
deliver every house on Landing Pike to the park people?"

   He inflated a bit but before he could reply I went on.  "I'm sure the
contract is public record."

   He licked his lips and drilled holes in me with his eyes.  The room
temperature seemed to have dropped several degrees.  Finally he spoke,
"$500,000."

   I nodded and ducked out of the office.  I left my cell number with the
receptionist and stepped out into the muggy Carolina morning.  Holy shit!

   I spent the remainder of the morning at the bank.  The good Mister
Lassiter was wrong or his figures were a bit dated.  A senior account
specialist took me into a private office and led me through the aunt's
portfolio.  Some of it was in various funds with a bit of fluidity but she
was fairly sure that if everything was liquidated the total value would be
in excess of a million.

   I had lunch at a hot dog stand and floated back to the house.  Fuck!  I
smoked a joint then sucked down several ales for dessert.  Still jazzed I
stepped into the park and strolled for a while.  I saw a bunch of kids in
both chaperoned and the more natural running wild configurations but there
was no sign of any of my growing lilliputian harem.

   Back at the house I sat down to some serious thinking.  Another joint
and several more recreational beverages helped somewhat.  The money changed
things; the money changed a lot of things.  If I had sold the house the
proceeds wouldn't have been enough to live on, not for the rest of my life
anyway.  I would still have had to work.  If I kept the house things only
got worse, then I would really have had to work and with no education, not
even a freaking high school diploma it would probably have been impossible
to stay above water.

   Now though, a cool million properly invested would last the rest of my
life.  Hell, I could live off of the interest even grow the principle
enough to keep up for inflation.  I never had to work again.  I looked
around at the old house.  In the past I'd fantasized about the good life, a
lottery win, a wealthy widow, hell, a well planned bank heist had wondered
in a time or two.  I'd always imagined myself in Vegas, or Lake Tahoe,
maybe the Florida Keys.  Maybe, just maybe a dumpy little town named
Provost wasn't so bad though.
   End of Book I