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   "Fire Down Below" is the story of a man who lost his girlfriend and had
dinner at a Chinese restaurant and believes the fortune cookies are telling
his future.

   "Fire Down Below" is a fictional story written by Frenchie.  This story
is entirely fictional and is not in any way real, suggested or connected to
anyone real at any time or place.  Nor does this story mean that the author
condones the actions of the characters in this story.  The story is pure
fiction and fantasy and nothing more.

   If you are not 18 years of age or older, please leave now.  If sex
between adult males and underage girls is not your cup of tea, please leave
now.  Otherwise, stay and enjoy the party.  Frenchie.





   Chapter One

   By

   Frenchie



   Rodney woke in a sweat.  He had had a bad dream.  He was trembling and
breathing heavily.

   He rose and sat on the side of the bed to collect his thoughts; he put
his robe on and went to the bathroom to pee, and then went into the kitchen
to make a pot of coffee.  He felt better after the warm liquid replaced his
wacky remembrances with reality.  He went to work, as usual, but instead of
thinking about his work; all day, his mind kept churning his dream over and
over in his head.  This wasn't just a dream, like a regular dream , that
you'd forget after once or twice around the block; it didn't diminish in
intensity like a normal dream did as the day passed on; no this one kept
repeating and repeating and there were newer facets with each later
version.

   He went home and sat by the phone, because he knew she would call and
break up with him, just like in that damned dream.  And, sure enough, she
called, "Rod, I met someone else and I love him, and..."

   When he got off the phone with Julie, he decided to call Dave, if anyone
could cheer him up, it was Dave.  Dave agreed to meet him at the Golden
Dragon restaurant for some Chinese food.  Dave listened to the details of
the relationship, during dinner, and apparently, it eased the pain of his
loss.  After the meal, they broke their fortune cookies apart and read
their predictions to each other.

   "Three little maids all in a row" Rodney's cookie read.  And they
laughed.

   Rodney placed the scrap of paper on his dresser when he undressed for
bed and forgot about it.  The next day, he went to work and when he was
driving home, he was stopped by a red light at Western and Teal streets. 
Several people were waiting for a bus at the bus stop and there were a
number of people crossing the street, coming toward him.

   In the later group, some of the people went to the bus stop, while
others continued walking down the street.  Then, there was a young girl of
about eleven or twelve coming directly toward Rodney's car.  She stopped at
the edge of the curb and looked directly at Rodney.  He looked back at the
girl as the light changed and he drove off.

   That night, he had a very exciting dream about that little girl and he
was taking a vacation on a beach at the ocean and they were drinking
drinks, laying side by side on chaise lounges.  She was beautiful, with
sparkling eyes, long blondish hair and a beautiful face.

   The next day at work, he daydreamed about the dream all day long, until
it was time to go home.  He punched out at five on the dot, got in his car
and drove home, using the same route as he had the day before.  When he
arrived at the stop, where he saw the girl, he was in the far right lane
and there were people at the bus stop and there were people crossing the
street just as it was the day before; but, there was no girl and he was
very disappointed.  He drove home.

   A week went by and he forgot all about the girl.  Then one day, he went
that way again and got caught by the stop light again.  There were people
at the bus stop and people coming across the street and that same girl was
coming toward him.  His heart jumped as she walked to the curbs edge,
stopped and smiled at him.  And, as he looked at the girl, a smaller girl
stepped from behind her and walked around the girl and stood next to her;
she smiled, also.  The second girl was younger by a couple of years, but
just as cute with a bright smile.  He looked at both children until the
light changed and he drove off.

   He was stopped, again by the traffic light, at the next intersection and
there were people at the bus stop and people crossing the street, walking
in his direction.  When the last of the people came over from the far
corner, there was another young girl at the rear of the crowd and she
slowly walked to the edge of the curb and looked at him and smiled.

   Goose bumps completely consumed Rodney's back and arms as he drove away.
When he got home, he had to tell somebody about the happenings of the past
several weeks, so he called Dave and they met at the same Chinese
restaurant.

   "I tell you Dave, it's uncanny." Rodney stated.  "Remember, the fortune
cookie said, "Three maids in a row."

   Dave thought a moment, and said, "But they're not in a row; two maybe,
but not three."

   Rodney was trying very hard to prove they were his maidens, but Dave
didn't see it that way.  They finished their meals and opened their fortune
cookies and each read his out loud.

   "You are going to be invited to an excursion" Dave's cookie read and
Rodney opened his and read, "Spend quality time with some friends."

   And, they laughed and finished their drinks and left.  Rodney put his
slip of paper in the ashtray on his dresser next to the first one and went
to bed.

   That night, Rodney had a wonderful dream of being on a very large ship
with lots of people and there were young girls all around him, dressed in
evening clothes, dancing and having a good time.  Then the dream faded and
he was on a beach with young girls laying by his side and drinking from
large glasses filled with liquid and ice and laughing.

   The next day, he went to work remembering the dream and reliving it over
and over until he had added so much to it that he didn't really know which
parts were real and which parts he had made up.

   He went to work the following day and came home, but there was no girls
at the bus stops, nor was there any on subsequent days.  The month ended
and now it was June and June meant there wouldn't be any classes for
children to attend, so there wouldn't be any girls at the bus stops.  It
was going to be a boring twelve weeks, so he'd better make the best of it.
But, what could he do?  There were only a few more days before vacation
started and he hoped that he'd see the girls at least one more time.

   He called his buddy to see if he wanted some Chinese food and he did, so
they met at the Golden Dragon and had dinner and, as usual, they opened
their fortune cookies.  Dave went first: "You have more responsibility",
then came Rodney's, "Patience is what it takes".  Neither laughed at these
seemingly serious messages, but Dave wasn't convinced that the girls were
in any way connected to these fortune cookie announcements, and he tried to
convince Rod that they were just for fun and not to be taken seriously.

   "Look," Rod said, sternly, "What does yours say?  Huh?"

   "It's only a general thing that could mean anything."

   "Yeah, but what are you doing?" Rod pointed out; "trying to convince me
that they are false.  That's responsibility.  And, what am I doing, but
trying to rush things, so I need to develop a patient attitude."

   "I see what you're saying.  Maybe you're right."

   "I know I am." Rod said, finally.  "You'll see."

   The week ended with no girls at the bus stops and Rodney was taking it
hard.  Just one more day and vacation would begin and continue for twelve
or thirteen miserable weeks.

   The next day was June sixth, the last day before vacation would start
and Rodney was going to keep a positive attitude all day; there would be
girls at the bus stops, and this time he would acknowledge them by letting
them know he saw them.

   He went to work and did a good job; he was in good humor the entire day
and when it came time to go home, he went to the men's room and washed his
face, combed his hair and spritzed cologne on his face, arms and upper
body.

   The light caught him and he drew to a stop, he glanced to the right and
there were people at the bus stop, but no girls were in the group.  His
gaze shifted to the people crossing the street, but he didn't recognize
anyone.  Then, he saw the first girl walking toward him.  His heart began
to beat faster.  Then, to his amazement, he saw the smaller girl, behind
the first girl, walking to the curb; as they approached the curb, he waved
to them.  They acknowledged him by waving back.

   `My gawd,' he thought.  `It's working.' He waved again, motioning for
them to come to his car and they did.  His mouth was dry and he was weak
and trembling.  The taller girl opened the door and motioned to the younger
girl to get in.  She sat next to him and the taller girl slid in after her,
closing the door.  Rodney got very nervous as he drove away.

   The next light was two blocks away, where he had seen the third girl and
the light caught him as he approached.  He didn't bother to look at the bus
stop because she was crossing the street like before.  As she came up to
the curb, the older girl got out of the car and beckoned the new girl to
the car.  She came and crawled into the back seat.  The older girl got back
in, just as the light changed and they were on their way.  Rodney was
calmer now.

   "Ok," Rodney said, "where to?"

   "Your place," the oldest girl said, "of course."

   "My place," Rodney exclaimed.

   "Why, yes," the second oldest girl, sitting in the back seat, "where
else?"

   "We don't have any other place to go," said the oldest girl.

   Rodney asked.  "What about your homes, couldn't you go there?"

   The smallest girl giggled.  "We don't have homes."

   Rodney pulled the car over to the curb and turned the engine off.  He
turned facing the three girls and said.  "What do you mean, you don't have
homes?"

   "Just what she said," the oldest girl spoke up.  "We're going to spend
the summer with Uncle Rod." She said, smiling.

   "You know my name?"

   "We know all about you, Mr.  Sullivan," the tyke replied, and gigged a
cute, little giggle.

   They knew his full name and probably where he lived and worked and no
telling what else.

   "Where do you come from?" Rodney asked.

   "Here," said the oldest girl, "right here."

   "And, most importantly, who are you?" He demanded.

   The smallest and youngest went first, "My name is Brenda Twickle and I'm
8 years old." Next, the middle aged girl, in the back seat, said; "I'm
Renee Hawthorne and I'm 10 years old." And, the first one that Rodney saw
said; "I'm Janice Randle and I'm 12 and we know that you are twenty-eight
years old and you love to fuck."

   With that revelation, Rodney started the car and proceeded to his house
on Mulberry Drive.  The girls smiled.

   `I love to fuck" he thought, `how could they know that?'

   When they arrived at Rodney's house, he showed the girls their bedroom
and the rest of the house and went to the living room to try to figure out
what was going on.

   Brenda appeared in the doorway.  The little girl came over and sat on
his lap.  He put his arms around her and she cuddled to him and said,

   "I know what it's all about." And she smiled.

   "Do I want to know?" He asked, seriously.

   "Really," she said, "I don't think you should; just enjoy yourself.  Not
everybody gets the chance that you have, so why worry about why or how;
just enjoy."

   "That's all well and good, sweetie, but..." He started to say something,
but she interrupted.

   "But you're curious; you've got to know; it's driving you crazy." She
spoke like a grown-up.  "Is that it?  Leave it alone and enjoy."

   "It sounds like you know best, so I'll trust you." And he kissed her on
the lips and she kissed him back, with interest.

   Brenda was the youngest and smallest of the trio being eight and a half
years old and about four and a half feet tall and weighing about
fifty-seven pounds with a short, blonde pageboy style haircut and a clear
complexion and her voice still hadn't developed yet; in short, she was a
beautiful little girl.

   "Where did you learn how to kiss like that?  Rodney asked.

   She giggled.  "You ask so many questions." She stood up and said, "Come,
the others are waiting.

   She held his hand as she guided him to their bedroom.  She knocked and a
voice said, "Come in."

   The room they entered was dimly lit.  So dim no figure or object could
be seen.  Rodney partially closed his eyes; squinting, hoping something or
someone would show itself, but only a blue haze lingered throughout the
room.

   At last, his eyes became accustomed to the ambience and he saw the
shadows of the three girls against the back wall.  He cautiously went
further into the room, almost outstretching his arms, so the he wouldn't
run into something; but he didn't.  He stopped when he saw a figure
silently approach.  It was Renee wearing tight white shorts and a shapely
white satin blouse, delicately caressing her budding breasts, stockings and
high heel shoes.  Her shoulder length brunette hair shone with bluish
highlights and her face was a picture of exquisite beauty.  She spoke.

   "Rodney, come and make love with me.  I'm a virgin, so please take me
slow and sensually easy, please."

   He couldn't believe what he was hearing.  She was gorgeous and wanting
him to take her delicious cherry.  He immediately got a rigid hard-on that
almost ripped through his pants.  He was faint, weak, wanting to be inside
her.

   She extended her hand; he took it and she guided him toward a beautiful
king size bed in the middle of a lavishly decorated room with exotic
furnishings, towering draperies and thick, lush carpet.  The bed was fitted
with white satin sheets and a colorful comforter and the air smelled of
lilacs and vanilla.

   As they walked closer to the bed, he looked down and saw that he was
dressed in burgundy colored, satin pajamas and he had on very comfortable
lambskin slippers.

   But, the girl had something else in mind and guided him toward a
magnificently upholstered, beige Chesterfield that was occupied by a
beautiful Jaguar, stretched across the back of the sofa.  The cat looked at
the people approaching and growled a long, powerful growl.  Renee motioned
for the cat to come down off the sofa and it growled again before leaving
its perch.  The cat came toward Rodney and stopped just as he was about to
run.

   "Pet her." Renee said, softly.

   Rodney reached down and extended his right hand to the cat's neck and
began rubbing back and forth, up and down its neck.  The big cat began to
purr loudly and moved toward Rodney, bowing its head down, to rub against
him for more bodily contact.  Rodney got into it because he loved cats and
knew how to please them.  He got down on his knees and rubbed the cat hard,
making it purr louder and the cat responded by pushing against Rodney to
the point of knocking him over.

   "What?  You've lost your woody," Renee chastised Rodney.  "You would
rather play with a cat than make love to me?"

   Rodney got up off the floor and stood up, facing beautiful girl and
immediately started growing a hard on.  She laughed as the cat scurried
away.

   "That's more like it." She said.  "Now, come sit next to me and show me
how to make love."

   Rodney obeyed and sat down beside the beautiful young girl who sat in
the corner of the couch.  He looked her over completely and scrutinized all
of her sexual features, especially the way her budding teats were pushing
against the fabric of her soft blouse and her flat little stomach beneath
her slender waist.  His cock must have grown several inches at the sights.

   She leaned to him and he put an arm over her shoulder and bent his head
down and kissed her full on the mouth.  She responded by opening her mouth,
extending her tongue to start searching, while he put his other arm and
hand to caress her tender breasts.

   She cooed as he moved his hand over the little mounds of sensitive flesh
and his tongue fought battle with hers.  He changed breasts and pushed his
fingers around her growing nipples, circling harder and harder and she
stared breathing heavily as the rhythm increased.

   Eventually, he grew tired of going through the fabric of her blouse so
he started to remove it and she helped him by moving in all of the right
directions, wriggling to and fro and she bent her body to a more
encumbering angle and he more on top of her.  He renewed his efforts to
pleasing the young lass kissing and feeling over her body.  She moaned and
growled as he proceeded.

   She reached down and took hold of his stiff cock and manipulated it back
and forth, up and down and he felt her belly and chest and held her head,
stroking her hair between his fingers while they kissed.  They were both
moaning now and she decided that she wanted to be on the bed, without
restriction of the back or sides of the couch.

   Still clutched in each others arms, they made their way to the big bed
and fell down upon its surface, without missing a stroke.  Rodney felt
their passion had to be elevated a notch or two, so he left her mouth and
proceeded down her body, to her tits, for a little while, then down to her
belly which was very sensitive, causing vociferous vocalizations.

   Finally arriving between her legs to a spot soaked with a fine, thin
lubricant that had the aroma of musk.  He dove his head down to the spot,
extending his tongue and opening his lips to suck up as much of the liquid
as possible in as short a time as possible.

   "Slurp, slurp, suck," rapidly moving his mouth about the orifice.

   "Oh..." she exclaimed, "Aee."

   "Slurp, slurp, suck," he repeated, increasing the pace.

   She bucked and moaned and growled and her breath grew ragged and
spastic.

   "Slurp, slurp, suck," relentlessly, he went causing her an extreme
amount of pain and pleasure, until he thought that she had enough and he
would get satisfaction, now.

   She lay on he bed, out of breath and exhausted, weak and spent while
Rodney's head moved up to her lips and he kissed her; his left hand grabbed
his cock and rubbed it up and down between her pussy lips, lubricating the
probe that would soon be inserted into her tunnel of love.

   He aligned the missile at the opening and gave a little push.  It went
in a little way.  He pulled it out and rubbed it up and down, lubricating
it some more.  He pushed again and it burrowed deeper into her depths and,
again, he pulled out and lubricated it.

   He was ready now, to take down the obstacle that all virgins must
overcome to be a woman: the hymen.  He put it against the opening and
pushed harder than before and he pushed again, and she whimpered in pain.
He stopped to let the pain subside.  After a few moments, he withdrew his
saber and slowly inserted it, little by little; pulling out a little, as it
went in.  Almost all of his seven and a half inches were in and he started
fucking slowly, at first and increasing the speed as time went on.

   She was a virgin before this ritual began because of the tightness which
gripped Rodney's penis.

   `Oh, gawd,' he thought, `what could be more delicious?"

   And he kept thrusting in and out of her sweet, tight little pussy.

   She began to moan, with increasing loss of breath, causing Rodney to
press further and go deeper on each thrust; to hurt the girl with his
swollen, rock solid cock.  He pushed deeper.

   She screamed and thrashed, sideways on the bed, bucking and pushing her
pelvis up into his.  She started wailing and moaning, low and guttural;
sobbing on occasion.

   Rodney slowed the pace and she increased her moaning, louder and louder.
He figured that he was going in the right direction; slower and slower
until he stopped.

   "No!  Don't stop.  Please!" she cried.

   But, it was too late, the moment had passed for her to have an orgasm;
her pussy, just on the brink, twitched and slowly pulsed, but could go no
further.

   Rodney pulled back and started thrusting in and out again at a decent
pace and she was quiet, again, having to accept what he was giving her.  He
picked up the pace to see what her reaction would be; no change.  He
increased the speed and waited; nothing.  Then, all of a sudden, he pushed
in real hard; she let out a muffled scream, so he did it again, harder and
she screamed.  He did it once more but continued the assault on her pussy,
to the point that she was moaning an growling louder and louder, so he
slowed down a notch; slower and slower and she moaned louder and louder,
until she was ready for her first full pussy orgasm and he let he have it.
She screamed very loud; she was breathless; couldn't breathe and her heart
raced, uncontrollably as spasm after spasm shook her young body.

   Now, it was Rodney's turn to spurt the sperm into her sweet pussy.  As
her spasms were less and less, Rodney's was just about to begin and, when
they did, they hit, hard.

   "Oh, my gawd," he uttered out loud as the spasms began to hit, one after
the other, until pretty soon, the feeling was too much to bare and he
smacked his pelvis against hers with a force that should have hurt and he
left his penis planted deeply in her, all the way down, until he could move
again.  He lay still.

   The two lay on the bed, exhausted, breathless and immobile; they
couldn't move, even if the had wanted to and they fell into a deep sleep.



   Chapter Two

   "Bring, bring, bring..." the telephone rang.

   "Er, hello?" Rodney answered, half asleep.

   "Is this the Sullivan residence," the voice on the other end said.

   "Yes, it is," Rodney answered.  He still had cobwebs in his head; he
didn't know how long he had been sleeping.

   "Hi, this is the "Fly Away Tour Company" giveaway calling for Mr. 
Rodney Sullivan." The man on the other end of the line said.

   "Yes, this is he." Rodney said.

   "Fine," the man said, "if you can answer the following question, your
entire family will go on a seven day tour, compliments of the Fly Away Tour
Company, on the "Sea Fiesta" cruise ship of the Bahamas and the Caribbean."

   "Oh, my gawd," Rodney said.

   "Now, are you ready for your question?"

   "Can I have help answering?" Rodney asked.

   "Yes, any family member can help you."

   "Then, wait until I call the girls." Rodney said.  And he called the
girls and he explained what it was all about.  Then he said, "I'm ready."

   "Ok, now you have one minute to answer the question.  The question is,
"Are there any survivors of the Titanic sinking, still living?" You have
one minute from now to answer."

   He told the girls the question and they all thought.  Rodney had heard a
news story about the recent death of the survivors, but couldn't remember
if there were any more.

   Brenda spoke up and said that she heard about two survivors in England,
but neither one of them could remember the sinking.  Both are ninety-five
years old.

   "Does anybody else have any idea?" Rodney asked.  And nobody did.

   Rodney told the girls, that if they didn't have any other suggestions,
he was going to give Brenda's answer to the man.

   Rodney picked up the phone and said, "There are two survivors and they
live in England."

   The man repeated, "You said, there are two survivors and they live in
England, is that correct?"

   "Yes," Rodney replied.

   "Did you say yes, Mr.  Sullivan?" The man asked.

   "Yes," Rodney said.

   "Mr.  Sullivan, you and your family are going on a seven day and night
cruise to the Bahamas and the Caribbean, all expenses and airfare to and
from your home, paid.  How do you feel, Mr.  Sullivan?"

   "Amazed," Rodney said.

   Then, he gave the man all of the particulars about he and his family and
the man gave him instructions.  The girls were enthusiastic and hugged and
kissed each other and cheered little Brenda for having the right answer. 
We're going to the Bahamas!



   Chapter -Three

   Rodney went to work the next day, filled with enthusiasm and he asked
his superior for a month's vacation time that he had accrued over the past
years.  He was a senior executive at a large financial corporation and he
hadn't taken a vacation in a while.  So, on Friday, he would start a
month's vacation with pay and bonuses that he had saved up over the years.
He couldn't wait to tell the girls.

   He left work and was home in record time and the girls were waiting for
him on the front porch.  They hugged and kissed each other and they took
him inside to relax.  They had set-up a beautiful Jacuzzi in the back yard,
under a sprawling old oak tree festooned with blooming Jasmine vines; while
birds chirped on its branches.  He changed into his bathing suit and met
the girls out back and they all went in.  The water felt good flowing over
his body and the girls took turns massaging every part of his body,
caressing and kissing him.

   After about a half hour, they went inside and bathed and met in the
dining room for supper, which the girls had prepared.  Rodney was surprised
at the quality of the girl's culinary expertise and the aroma of the food.
They all sat down together and enjoyed the meal, then afterward Janice
served desert to everyone.

   They retired to the living room, after the table was cleared and the
dishes put away, to treat Rodney like a king; they dressed him in silk
pajamas and with beautiful silk Oriental robe and slippers and they all
gathered around him and pleased him with whatever he wanted and wanted to
do.

   Around nine o'clock, two of the girls dimmed the lights and left him
alone with twelve year old Janice Randle.  Janice is about five feet tall
and weighs about ninety-five pounds with long dirty blonde hair parted down
the middle of her head, with a creamy, radiant complexion and a shapely,
slender figure, a nice ass and a beautiful handful or mouthful of titties.

   They made their way to the love seat and cuddled and caressed each
another.

   She reached into his pajama top and felt his chest.  "That's a lot of
hair," she said; twirling the hair around her finger.  She rubbed his chest
and took his top off, exposing more hair than she had ever seen before.

   They undressed each other and lay across the bed.  Their hands began
exploring every crack and crevice of each other while they kissed and
fondled each other's body.  In the dim light and confusion created by the
moment, somehow, Rodney's hands were tied at either side of the bed and his
feet were tied at the opposite end of the bed and he couldn't move. 
Janice's naked figure loomed over him as he tried to change position; she
smiled.

   `What a beautiful body,' he thought, as she reached down and cupped his
privates in her hands and gently raised her hands, sliding them over his
balls and then his limp prick and she repeated the process and his flaccid
peter began to come alive.

   "What have we here?" She asked, not expecting an answer, and she
laughed, bending down over the slowly swelling cock.

   She kissed the tip of the glans and licked them softly and tenderly
until a little oil seeped out, flavoring it with a delicious texture. 
Then, she went further down the now, rock hard shaft and came back up,
slowly and deliberately, moisturizing the whole of the body of his penis.

   He started to moan; she was driving him crazy and he couldn't make the
intensity of her ministrations lessen by changing his position; he was
going to cum.  But, she relinquished the almost exploding member and moved
her head up to his nipples and began to suck, hard and harder and her teeth
went together and she bit them, one by one.

   "Ow, that hurts!" he exclaimed.  `What was this crazy girl doing,' he
thought, pulling at the restraints holding his hands, but, they held fast,
not changing their grip.

   Her right hand went down over his cock, as she licked and bit his
nipples; she started stroking it up and down, slowly.  She moved her head
down to his navel and stuck her tongue down inside the recess as her left
hand came around and started massaging his titties.

   `He was being attacked on all sides and couldn't do anything about it.'
He thought.

   At than moment a very large German Shepherd jumped up on the bed,
startling him.  He jerked and pulled at his restraints to try to move away
from the oncoming animal, but they were to well tied.  The big dog settled
next to him, mouth open and breathing hard as if had just ran a long way.
Janice passed her hand slowly over Rodney's wilting penis, like waving a
magic wand and the dog stood up and its head bent down and slowly started
licking an imaginary liquid from it.  The penis quickly responded and the
dog seemed to quicken its pace and went down the shaft, licking with its
smooth tongue, wrapping it around the shaft and even his balls.

   While the dog licked Rodney's penis, Janice came up to his head and
began kissing and sucking his neck and ears and her right hand went down
and circled the base of his penis as the dog expertly licked his huge dick
and balls.

   Janice made a motion over the dog's head, as before, but this time the
dog stopped licking his balls and penis and went down below his dick to his
ass; after a few licks, the dog's long tongue penetrated Rodney's ass,
forcefully and quickly and went in and out, deeper as it went, and Janice's
hand enveloped his dick and stroked it up and down with slow, deliberate
strokes.

   Rodney was beside himself, on the brink of collapse, and he began
moaning, long and low... Soon, the pain in his groin grew to monumental
proportions and it felt like his cock was on fire; the glans felt as if in
a furnace, his balls tightened around its base.  Janice knew he was about
to cum and she slowed the pace of her motions.  Rodney's breath was ragged
and choked and soon he was consumed by magnificent pain as a large
contraction enveloped his entire penis and the glans burned with searing
heat; the dick exploded and a shot of cum, two feet long, shot out at the
speed of a bullet, and his swollen cock contracted again and another spasm
hit, tearing his body apart.  His feet and toes went numb as did his hands
and fingers; he was limp, weak, exhausted as spasm after spasm tore through
his burning cock; he lay on the bed, breathless and spent.

   "Wake up, sleepy head," a voice called.  "Wake up, I want to fuck."

   Rodney opened his eyes.  It was daylight and birds were chirping all
around; the sun was low to the ground and a cool breeze blew with the sweet
fragrance of Night Jasmine.

   The twelve year old was laying by his side, dressed in a lavish white
satin and nylon peignoir set, with her head resting on her hand facing him.

   "Are going to sleep all day?" She asked dreamily.  "Come on, I want to
fuck." She demanded.

   "What time is it," he asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

   "It's time to fuck." She said with an air of certain authority.  "I want
to feel that eight inch cock in my tight little seven inch deep pussy.  I
want you to make it deeper."

   "It's only seven and a half inches," he corrected.

   "No, its eight inches, would you care to bet, big boy?" She said with an
air of certain authority.

   Rodney thought that after what he went through last night, she could be
right and he said, "Ok, prove it."

   She crawled over his naked body, and gabbed his penis in her right hand
while bending down, kissing him on the lips, sensually.  She slid her hand
up and down, slowly as her tongue entered his mouth and began searching; up
and down in and out, rhythmically.

   She adjusted her body over his, dragging the sheer fabric of her gown
over his body, giving more impetus to her being there and doing what she
was doing to him.  He felt a thrill as her body, wrapped in the folds of
the delicate material, touched and excited his body.  More and more he
wanted to be inside the tempting twelve year olds pussy to please her as
much as he would be pleased.

   Slowly, she slid up and down over his naked body, moving her legs across
his; tempting, teasing every fiber in his body, making him yearn for hers.

   Both of them were breathing heavily, moving, rubbing, gyrating, coming
closer to a climax, sweating and growing weak; then, she stopped and rolled
off of him and withdrew a 12 inch ruler.  She sat up with him and they
looked at his cock.  It was long and large.  She placed the ruler with one
end on the base of the dick and read, "Eight inches."

   "Now, I want every inch in my pussy, right now." She declared with an
air of certain authority.

   And, she turned on her back, spread her legs, open and raised the gown
so her pussy was foremost in view.  Rodney turned facing her and laid his
naked body over hers, placing the tip of his eight inch cock at the
entrance of her seven inch deep pussy, that would soon be eight inches
deep.

   She reached down and took the cock in her hand and gently rubbed it up
and down the slit, lubricating it with juices that were both secreting,
then she guided it into the hole and he pushed and pulled out, pushed in
and pulled out.  She held it so it would hit the mark every time.  He
continued until he broke her hymen.

   She gave an abrupt grunt and he stopped to let the wave of pain subside.
He looked into her beautiful face, framed in strands of gold, yellow and
brown hair; she was beauty beyond compare, a lovely angel.

   He started pushing inside her again, slowly, deeper with each thrust, in
and out.  It was almost at least seven inches in when he hit bottom and he
figured another half inch would be the deepest he could achieve, and he
started slowly fucking his virgin for the first time.

   They cuddled as he fucked her and they kissed, passionately; his arms
around her and hers around him, loving, caring, giving.  He reached down
and squeezed her butt cheeks and felt if her slender waist and his dick
took on a new meaning and he started pumping harder and deeper with each
thrust.  She moaned; he moaned; he kissed her deeper, his tongue was hard
and it bore deep into her mouth, as did his prick, dove deeper into her
tight little pussy.

   They started breathing heavily as the rhythm increased.  She was
starting to feel a wonderful, exquisite pain with each thrust, it was
delicious, but she dare not mention it, because he might stop or even slow
down and that would ruin it.  She endured and immersed herself; thoroughly
enjoying it.

   Her breath was beginning to get ragged; she lost it several times; it
was hard to catch.  She made growling, moaning sounds; guttural noises. 
Rodney knew the end was near and he was going to prevent it.  He slowed the
pace.  She moaned and bucked into his pelvis.  He increased the speed and
she started howling and growling, writhing on the bed, side to side and,
once again, he slowed the pace to a crawl, slowly in... and out... in...
and out.

   The moment had passed and she was frustrated and fatigued at his
actions; he slowly commenced fucking; his prick larger than it had ever
been in the tightest pussy, ever.  She wanted the pain back that was so
delicious.  They fucked on and on.

   They could feel the wetness between their legs, dripping down her ass
and his cock, to the sheets, soaking her ass.  He felt her ass and rubbed
it, up and down and felt her waist and her torso; exquisite works of art,
he thought.

   He pushed into her deep and pulled out and pushed in deeper and pulled
out.  She noticed the change and stated whimpering and wailing; in deeper
and out, in and out.

   "Ow... Oh..." she moaned.

   Faster, in deeper and out fast, slowly in deeper and out fast.

   "Eee..." she writhed on the bed with fury.

   Faster yet, in very deep very fast and out very slow, in very deep very
fast and out very slow; he measured the thrusts.

   She was out of breath.  Her breathing ragged, jerking, choking.

   "Aee..., choke, no...choke," she couldn't stand it.  The feeling was
intense; unbearable.

   He was loosing his breath; the feeling in his groin was increasing, to a
great degree, that he would soon, no longer be able to tolerate.

   The pain in both of them grew and was about to explode in a smashing
orgasm.  She would have to endure it as long as the piston thrust in and
out of her and he would have to endure it as long as he could stand it; and
he would try to stand it as long as possible.

   In and out he went, until she gasped and choked,

   "Eee," wildly she thrashed on the bed making vociferous noises, choking,
"Aee..."

   Rodney's orgasm was late starting and he had a few more thrusts before
he would have to stop, so he continued pleasing the tormented twelve year
old as long as he could.

   Then it hit.  The first contraction and his penis spewed out an enormous
amount of semen into the young girl and he was able to handle it, then the
next one hit and the glans felt as tough it was thrown into a fire and the
third one was about to strike but he couldn't stand the pain, so he rammed
his prick deep into Janice, holding it there, embedded in her until the
spasms stopped; he and she enjoying the pain of the experience and they
collapsed on each other.



   Chapter Four

   An alarm clock sounded.

   "Bring... bring..." Rodney reached for the clock to hit the button to
stop it from ringing.

   He felt around for the button with eyes closed ... "Thunk," got it.

   He opened his eyes and looked around.  It was quarter past six, time to
get up and get ready for work.  He went to the bathroom, peed, took a
shower and got dressed.  That's when he smelled the aroma of bacon frying
and coffee brewing.  He couldn't wait to get to the kitchen.  He hurriedly
put his shoes on and tied them, grabbed his jacket and went downstairs.

   Renee met him at the door and took his jacket, Brenda seated him at the
table and Janice brought him a glass of freshly squeezed Orange juice, and
they all told him good morning.

   "Good morning girls," he said, cheerily.  "Did you all sleep well?"

   They answered in unison, "Yes, Uncle Rodney."

   Janice poured coffee for Rodney and served everyone breakfast.  Brenda
wanted to know when they were going on the cruise and Renee wanted to know
when would be his last day at work, before he went on vacation.

   "I don't know when we are going on the cruise, because they are going to
send the information in the mail and, Friday, tomorrow is my last day at
work, for one month." Rodney told the girls.

   "Yay," the girls said.

   "Now, girls, I have a question to ask you." He said.  "I have a good
friend that I would like you to meet and I would also like to invite him to
go with us on the cruise.  But, I would like you to meet him first.  What
do you say?"

   "Is he as nice as you?" They asked.

   "I would say so." He said.

   "When would we meet him?" Brenda asked.

   "How about we invite him to dinner tomorrow night at the Golden Dragon
restaurant," Rodney suggested.

   "That sounds like a Chinese restaurant," Janice said.

   "Don't you like Chinese?" He asked.

   "Oh yes," was their enthusiastic reply.

   "Ok then, I'll call him tonight and arrange it."

   Rodney put his jacket and sunglasses on and left for work.

   On the way home he stopped at a florist and bought three bouquets of
flowers for the girls.

   They greeted him when he arrived and they were delighted with the
flowers and they all hugged and kissed him.  As they did yesterday, they
took him out back for a relaxing afternoon in the Jacuzzi and then served
him supper.

   After supper, they all retired to the living room to relax.  Brenda came
over and sat crawled on his lap and put her arms around him.  He
immediately started to get a hard-on, which he didn't want to be seen and
was alright as long as Brenda stayed seated.  He bent over and kissed her
on the forehead, but she reached up and leaned over to kiss him on the
lips. He responded by sticking his tongue in her mouth and they French
kissed for some time, caressing and feeling each other up,

   Rodney was dizzy from kissing the little girl and didn't want to stop.
They lay down on the couch and he rubbed her little stomach and she played
with his dick, which was now swollen and hard and they continued kissing
for a long time.

   Then he remembered, he had to call Dave about tomorrow night, so he
broke off the kiss and foreplay and told Brenda,

   "I have to call my friend, so he doesn't make plans for tomorrow night."


   "Oh yeah, I forgot." Brenda said.

   Rodney went to the phone and called Dave.

   "Hi Dave, this is Rod."

   "Oh, hi Rod, what's up?" Dave replied.

   "What are you doing tomorrow night?  I have some friends I want you to
meet."

   "Nothing in particular, I was going to call you and ask if you wanted to
have Chinese."

   "That sounds great; we'll meet you about six at the golden Dragon."
Rodney said, "see you there." And he hung up the phone.

   "Is he gonna come?" Brenda asked.

   "Yes he will sweetheart."

   "I'll go tell the others," She said, running to tell the girls the good
news.

   Rodney went upstairs to put on his pajamas and take his underwear off,
then, he returned to the living room.  Brenda was not back yet.

   When she arrived, she apologized for being late, because she couldn't
make up her mind what to change into.

   "You don't have to wear anything and that would be alright with me."
Rodney said.

   He was pleased, however, with her choice of garments: she wore poodle
skirt from the fifties, with a bouffant petticoat beneath it, with a wide
black belt around her waist and a smart little, white, short sleeved blouse
and saddle oxford shoes.

   "Do you like it?" She asked as she twirled, modeling the outfit.

   "Cheers, I love it." Rodney said.  "Now come and sit on my lap, so we
can continue where we left off."

   Brenda crawled up on his lap again, but this time, she grabbed his
crotch.

   "I want this, all of this in my pussy," the little eight year old said.

   "Oh, my gawd, you couldn't be more specific if you'd put it in writing."

   She giggled.

   And, he threw her over on the couch and pulled her dress and petticoat
up and placed his hand right on her honey pot.

   She squealed and giggled.

   He lay next to her and rubbed her pussy through the soaked nylon panties
which turned him on all the more.

   She reached up and opened his pajamas and felt his bulge first hand and
started stroking it up and down, slowly.

   She was surely talented for an eight year old and pretty beyond belief
and she had a great personality.

   They were satisfied with this arrangement for a while, but she wanted to
get down to business, so she suggested they go lay down on the bed, which
they did.

   "Ok, young lady, I'm going to fuck you until you are comatose." Rodney
told the girl as they walked to the bed.

   "What's `comatose'?  She asked, innocently.

   He smiled, and said.  "You'll see."

   They lay on the bed, side by side and she raised her dress and petticoat
up he could get at her pussy

   He reached his hand to her panty waistband and pulled her panties off,
and then he placed his hand over her pussy and started to play with it with
his social finger.  She was soaking wet, so he was able to massage her
right away; going up and down and in and out for a while and she cooed
approval, grabbing a hold of his rigid cock and massaging it up and down.
He leaned over and kissed her tender lips and they fondled and kissed each
other for a while.

   Finally, she said, "Fuck me, and fuck me, please." She begged.

   His cock went petrified at those words and he straddled the eight year
old and leaned over her as if taking aim.  She looked up at him with hope
in her eyes and he looked down at his cock which would soon be buried in
that sweet little pussy.

   A drop of oil appeared on the tip of his cock and grew in size as time
went on and he thought, `when it falls on her pussy, I'll stick my dick in
her.' Brenda's eyes looked down to see the drop that would begin her
fantasy.  It grew, ever so slowly, but it was growing.  They watched it and
it dropped, right on her almost hidden clit.  Rodney lowered his body to
hers and she grabbed his cock and aimed it at her eager pussy, moving it up
and down, lubricating it with the abundance of oil on her pussy and his
cock.

   It finally met the marks and he pushed in slightly, so he wouldn't hurt
her and he pulled out.  He repeated the motions several times before
advancing more.

   "Oh, fuck me Uncle Rod.  Stick your rod in me." She pleaded.

   `Oh, if he could only bend down far enough to kiss her ruby lips, I
would cum right now.' He thought.

   His dick was going in the girl, ever so slowly, because he didn't want
to hurt her, even a little.  They both kept trying until he went thought
her hymen, at which time he stopped to let the pain go away.

   "Did that hurt, sugar," he asked.

   "A little," she said, but it wasn't bad.

   "Ok," he said and he resumed his efforts.

   He put his hands under her butt and raised her up, spreading her legs
and he leaned back and pushed into her pussy with renewed force.  She
whimpered.  In and out, in and out, he gained ground with every stroke.

   "Oh," she moaned as she had almost seventy-five percent of his cock in
her cunt.  "Oh..." and she took a breath as if to savor the moment.

   That turned him on even more and he plunged into the girl with renewed
energy.

   In and out he thrust, in even strokes and then he changed putting it in
real slow and taking it out fast, and he repeated and repeated and she
stated moaning loud and louder and she whipped her head right to left, back
and forth, to where he couldn't hold her any longer and he let her down to
the bed and he leaned over her and thrust, in and out.

   He looked at her as she writhed on the bed and his already stiff cock
seemed to grow in girth as he plunged unto her and he was soon going to get
to the point of no return, but he wanted her to have a nice little orgasm,
so he paced himself the her moans.

   When she was about ready, he sped up the pace and she started to moan
and growl very loud and he persisted.  Then, when she couldn't stand it any
longer, he increased the speed even more and they both reached splendid
climaxes, together.  They were both breathless and weak and slumped over
each other and breathed deeply and went to sleep in each others arms.





   Chapter Five

   Rodney Sullivan awoke at six fifteen ahead of the alarm, which is now
about to go off.

   "Thunk," He hit the button before the obtrusive thing could go off,
silencing it for at least a month.  `Today is Friday, the ninth, my last
day of work for a month.' He thought.

   He got up, took a shower, combed his hair, brushed his teeth, got
dressed and he was ready for the day, his last day at work, because as of
tomorrow, he is on vacation.  With nothing to do accept make love and make
more love with his newly acquired family; consisting of Brenda, who is
eight and a half years old, Renee, who is ten years old and Janice, who is
twelve years old; all of the girls have the same sir name as Rodney
Sullivan who is now, their adopted father.

   He went downstairs to breakfast and found the girls busy in the kitchen,
fixing breakfast, making coffee and getting ready to see the master of the
house off to work.

   "Good morning girls," He greeted the girls.

   "Good morning, Uncle," the girls said in unison, as they had the two
previous days.

   "Come, sit down and have some Orange juice." Brenda said, pulling his
chair out from the table.

   "Thank you, sweetheart." He said.

   "Your eggs and your sausages are ready, Uncle.  Would you like some
toast with butter and jam?" Renee asked.

   "Yes, sugar, I would." He said.

   She placed his plate before him and went for the toast, butter and jam.
Janice sat next to him, as she was the one who prepared most of the meal,
so she was, as it were, the guest of honor.

   At breakfast, he took time to point out to the girls how much he enjoyed
having them with him, sex aside; you are all wonderful and intelligent
children and it is a pleasure to have you as my friends and family and I
hope we have a wonderful three months together.

   They all gathered around him and kissed and hugged him and he reminded
them that they were going to dinner at six o'clock with Dave at the Golden
Dragon restaurant.  Then, he kissed them all good bye and left for work.

   Traffic was sparse on his way home and he made good time.  `Ah,' he
thought, `no more work for a month.'

   He drove into the driveway and parked the car.  He checked the mail box
in front of the house on his way in to see if he had gotten instructions
for their Bahamas cruise, and he had.

   When he got inside, the girls greeted him and were ready to go to the
back yard to relax, but told them he had received the instructions from the
tour company.  They cheered and kissed and hugged him and sat down to
listen to the instructions.  They were all excited and listened intently as
he read.  They kissed and hugged him afterwards and they thanked little
Brenda for having the right answer to the quiz, and they kissed and hugged
her.

   Then, they all went out back to the Jacuzzi and gathered around Rodney
and Brenda sat on his lap.  They fondled each other and played in the water
until it was time to get out and get ready to go to dinner.

   So, at quarter to six, they all piled into the car and drove to the
Golden Dragon restaurant to meet Uncle Rodney's friend, Dave.  They went in
and were seated just as Dave walked in.

   "Dave," Rodney called.  "Over here."

   Dave looked up and saw Rodney with three of the most beautiful girls he
had ever seen.  "Hi Rod," he said.  "I made it." And he walked over.

   The host sat them down, and passed out menus and left them to decide
what they would have for dinner.

   Rodney introduced the girls to Dave and Dave to the girls.  It was a big
circular table, so they couldn't all shake hands.

   Dave and Rod explained what they suggested for the girls to have for
dinner, and their waiter came over a few moments later and they placed
their orders.

   Now, it was time to tell everybody who you were and the girls introduced
themselves individually and Dave told the girls a few things about himself.

   "I work as an account executive at a firm like the one Rod works at and
Rod and I have been friends for about five years, or so.  I like young
girls as much as Rod does and we've had some good times together, sharing
stories and adventures."

   Rod explained that he and Dave met when they both worked at the same
company; where Rod works now.

   They had dinner and the waiter brought fortune cookies and everybody
read them out loud and shared a good time.

   "Are you going to spend the night with us," asked Renee of Dave.

   "I don't know," he replied, "am I invited?"

   "Yes!" Everybody exclaimed.

   "Well, thank you," he said, "It will be my pleasure."

   They paid the bill and Dave took Renee in his car and he followed them
home.

   When they arrived home, "Let's go out to the Jacuzzi," Brenda suggested.

   "Yeah, like a moonlight swim." Rod said.

   And, they all went out to the back yard and plunged into the Jacuzzi;
Brenda sat on Rod's lap and she told him what he could do with his rod.

   Renee and Janice shared Dave.  They spent an hour or so out there,
hugging and kissing and making out in general.  Then they dried off and
went into the house to go to bed.

   The bed was very large and round, like the table at the restaurant and
had a red cashmere bedspread with white satin sheets beneath and plenty of
pillows and was plenty big enough for the five of them.

   Janice wore a pink satin chemise and Renee had on a blue nylon net
ballet tutu, while Brenda had a white nylon peignoir and the guys wore silk
pajamas.

   Brenda dimmed the lights and they all jumped into bed.  Brenda and Rod
paired off and Dave cuddled with Janice and Renee.



   Chapter Six

   Ten year old Renee had her eyes on Dave since she first saw him.  He
turned her on just by being near and she wanted him to be in her; all the
way in her.  They lay on the bed, she on the right side of Dave and Janice
on his left.  Renee, immediately French kissed him to get things started
while Janice played with his dick.  Dave wanted to play with Janice's sweet
little titties, to suck and fondle them.

   Brenda, French kissed Rod and sure enough, his rod came to life.  They
fondled each other; Rod rubbed her ass and kissed her passionately.

   Soon, Dave was hard as a rock and Renee had put herself in a position to
do some fucking, and Dave had gotten down to Janice's breasts and was
suckling and feeling them.  The three of them were breathing hard.

   Rod was paying attention to Brenda's luscious bubble butt, rubbing and
feeling it and pushing his eight inch rod up and down, over her hole, while
kissing her.  They too, were getting out of breath.

   She broke the kiss and mumbled, "Do me there," as his huge cock probed
her cute little ass.

   She rolled on her stomach and Rod crawled on top of her and moved his
cock up and down over her hole, to get it lubricated.  When he thought it
was soaked enough, he started pushing in, little by little.  She moaned,
softly.  Rods prick jumped or twitched at the feeling of the little girl's
tight hole, it was divine.

   He pushed more and more of his rock solid penis went inside of the eight
year olds ass.

   Renee was about to get fucked by a fat seven inch cock that hadn't seen
a pussy in quite a while, so it was eager to be encased in a tight ten year
old pussy and satisfy it's lust.

   Dave and Janice had traded places and she was now being sucked and
fondled while she kissed him madly.

   Rod had just about all of his cock in Brenda's tight asshole and he told
her to flip herself to her side, so that he would be behind her and could
play with her soaked pussy.  She turned and got comfortable, then she
twisted her neck around and stuck her tongue in Rod's mouth and they
kissed. They kissed; he played with her pussy while he reamed her ass. 
They were in heaven.

   Dave had trouble getting into Renee's tight pussy and they tried and
tried, but it was too fat to get in.  He suggested they try to put it into
Janice`s pussy and see if it would fit hers.  So, she got on her back and
he climbed over her and slipped the huge cock up and down over her pussy
for lubrication.  Then, they tried to insert it into her pussy; Renee
guided it and Dave pushed, little by little and it was going in, slowly. 
They kept on trying and soon, it was in and Dave was able to do a little
fucking with the tight twelve year old.

   Brenda was getting fucked in the ass while Rod massaged her clit, taking
the little girl up to an orgasm, then slowing or stopping the
manipulations, preventing the climax.  When the moment passed, Rod would
resume and she would try to climax again; all the while, Rod's prick was
buried in her tight little ass and they were kissing passionately.

   Dave was nearing a climax in Janice's tight little pussy while he kissed
and fondled Renee.  Her titties weren't nearly as large as Janice's, but he
enjoyed them, all the same.  Renee's dream was to be fucked by Dave and she
hoped that after he fucked Janice, his peter wouldn't be as large and it
would fit her and she could get fucked.

   Brenda was bucking and squirming on Rod's rod and was about to have a
smashing climax and Rod was about to go over the top, also; he synchronized
his actions, so that she would go first and he would follow.  Finally, she
gasped for air and let out a wail, a cry, a scream,

   "Aee... Oh..." and she choked, "Ah... Eee..."

   And her ass contracted in spasms, tightly around Rodney's cock as he
shot hot semen into her ass until he couldn't stand the feeling any longer
and he pulled her little body to him, jamming his cock in her ass to the
hilt and with his hands, he pulled the girl's belly, tightly against him
until the spasms stopped.  They were both out of breath and they collapsed.

   Janice climaxed first and bucked all over the bed and Dave shot his hot
semen into the twelve year old by the gallons and they collapsed.  Renee
cuddled him as if he were wounded in battle and kissed him tenderly, while
Janice lay on the bed, exhausted.

   After a while, Renee played with Dave's cock and it finally came alive
and they were successful in getting it into her pussy and they fucked for
quite a while.  After Dave had had is second smashing orgasm, he passed out
from sheer exhaustion, and they all fell asleep in a pile.

   Dave spent the weekend with Rod and the girls; he was Renee's favorite,
while Janice was his favorite and Brenda and Rod were an item, by the old
standard.  They played, fucked and sucked each other and just lazed around
all weekend long.  They invited him to join them on their cruise of the
Bahamas and Caribbean and he accepted.

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