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   Synopsis : Chester M.  Lester gets his ultimate reward.

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activity among persons under 16 in real life.

   These are just words, people, just words.  If you have a problem with
words see a competent shrink or an English teacher.  Honestly, this is the
last one, I promise.  It's a little sappy and corny at the end; sorry.  I
need an editor, I know, I know.



   --==+==-

   Finally, after a youth and middle age of unfulfilled desires and
yearnings, my life seemed complete.  I had it all.  My little girls gave me
the thing I'd spent my whole life desiring, themselves.  There seemed to be
no end to their favors and sweet tastes of their bodies.  And I had
something else I hadn't had in years...  hadn't had, or even desired... 
until now.  I had an actual "of-age" girlfriend, who visited me at least
once a week, and even a young teenage girlfriend who seemed to be in the
middle of defining the parameters of her relationship with both the rest of
the world, and me.  I was just about fucked to death, in fact.  My three
little girls loved to be fucked every bit as much as my big girls did.  It
had never been better.

   I watched the little girls all through the summer, and was as sad as
they were when school started.  After that they came to my house in the
afternoon, Chastity's mom would pick her up when she got off work and the
Puella sisters would walk home late in the afternoon.  We still had a
little fun, a few stolen moments of sneaky pleasure now and then, and they
often stopped by on Saturdays and Sundays for the special ways they said
"Hi." I often watched Chastity on Friday and Saturday nights while her
mother and father went out, and great fun was usually had during those
times also.  Like I said, it just couldn't get any better.



   --==+==-

   One fall Friday afternoon as the air grew cooler someone pounded on my
door.  I knew it was time for the girls, and sure enough the Puella sisters
flounced in when I opened the door.  I knew right away a disaster was in
progress, Gracia had been crying, and tear-marks streaked down her pretty
brown face.

   "Oh darling!" I said.  "What's the matter!"

   Celestia shook her head and rolled her eyes.  "Some girlz wuz pickin' on
her while she waited for me.  I had to bust a nose or two."

   "I tol' you I can take care of myself!" Gracia said angrily to her
sister.

   "You wasn't doin' to well when I showed up!" said Celestia, smiling.

   "Listen," I said.  I took Gracia's chin in my hand.  "I learned to box,
in the big house.  To fight.  That was the only way that I had...  uhm...
to preserve my dignity, shall we say." My dignity, and my poor abused
asshole.  "Gracia, darlin', let me show you a few things.  Let me teach you
how to protect yourself."

   She eyed me skeptically.  I sat on the couch and pulled her onto my lap.
She sat comfortably, and I placed my hand on her upper leg, slightly
beneath her skirt.  As I thought she would, she idly seized my hand and
pulled it up under her dress.  Nobody does it like Gracia.

   "Look," I said.  "Let me wrap your fists, and I'll teach you to swing.
Practice makes perfect.  When those girls start in on you again, you can
surprise them."

   "I'll have to go to the office if I get caught bustin' noses like
Celestia," she said.

   "Did Celestia have to go to the office?" I asked.  I knew they would be
later than they were if that had happened.

   "No...  but...  there wan't no teachers out yet.  She'll get in trouble
tomorrow if those girls rat her out."

   "Well, sometimes you just have to deal with a little fallout," I said.
"But isn't it better to defend yourself?"

   "I guess," said Gracia.  "Okay, you can try.  But first...  first rub me
a little, huh?"

   I smiled.  The girl knew what she wanted first.  That was fine with me.
I pulled her panties aside, and touched the hot damp flesh between her
legs.



   --==+==-

   The fight lessons went well, Celestia and Chastity even got involved.  I
made a mental note to try and find some kid-sized boxing gloves next time I
went into town.  We even had time for a quick little bit of playtime before
Jenny showed up to take Chastity home, the three girls stretched out on the
couch, their school uniforms pulled up to their waists, and their bare
little cunts exposed.  I went up and down the row, rubbing them with my
hard cock, until they had each had an orgasm.  I didn't let myself cum
although I wanted too because I expected company later that night.



   --==+==-

   After Jenny took Chastity home and the Puella sisters departed for their
house, I rested a while in my easy chair.  Just about the time I started
thinking about dinner there was a knock on the door.  I made sure I was
decent, and opened the door.  It was Gwenevive, to my pleasure.  I ushered
her in and fetched her a Pepsi from the fridge.  She settled on my couch,
wearing a pair of mid-thigh denim shorts and a flannel shirt.  She looked
sexier than hell, but she had that magic touch and always looked sexy.

   We made some small talk, which got progressively naughtier and
naughtier. I could tell she was in the mood to play, and I knew it would be
a fun evening.  To my displeasure, though, there was another knock on the
door.  Gwenevive's eyes immediately got that "deer in the headlights" look,
and I probably looked a bit nervous, too.  I didn't think it was Jenny, she
almost always called before she came over, or set the date up ahead of
time.

   "Just go wait in my bedroom, dear," I told Gwenevive.  "I'll shoo them
away, and we can find something fun to do."

   She smiled and went into my bedroom.  I answered the door, and was
surprised to find out that it was Jenny.  She rushed in, smiling and
bumping my cock with her hip.

   "Surprise!" she said, and it was a surprise.  I smiled at her, and
wondered what to do next.

   "Edward's taking the kids to my parent's house and dropping them off for
the night.  Then he's going out with the boys for a while, and he said when
we both get home he wants my cunt to be drippin'...  I'm supposed to tell
you that, drippin'..."

   I laughed, but was a little embarrassed, knowing that Gwenevive could
hear all this, she was literally just a few feet away, my house was so
tiny. I felt bad that she was trapped in my bedroom, and wondered how long
she'd be willing to stay in there.  It looked like Jenny was going to be
here a while.  Jenny and I had a funny history, when I'd first made her
acquaintance she had been an unloved and frustrated housewife and I had
taken advantage of that to get inside her.  She had made up with her
husband, though, and he was turned on by the thought of another man fucking
his wife, even an old fart like me.  I sent her home with a cuntfull of cum
every time, and he seemed to love it.  To each his own.  I was surprised
enough that Jenny turned me on the way she did, until she'd come along I'd
just liked little girls for most of my adult life.  She had surprised me
more than Gwenevive did, Gwen was still mostly little girl, it wasn't
difficult to figure out why I liked her, at least.

   "Jenny..." I started, and then saw Gwenevive emerge from my bedroom. 
Shit, I thought.  This might not be pleasant.

   "Oh goodness!" said Jenny, embarrassed.  "The band girl!  I didn't know
you had company!"

   "It's okay," said Gwenevive, and I could tell she was struggling to be
polite from the set of her mouth.  She did good, though, for a teenager. 
She went on.  "It's okay, I gotta go anyway."

   "Oh no!" said Jenny.  "Don't, please don't!  I didn't mean to interrupt
you guys!"

   "You didn't," said Gwenevive.  "Nothin' was happenin', or was gonna
happen." She headed for the door.

   "Please!" Jenny tried again.  "Please stay!  At least sit and talk a
few!"

   "Yes, please!" I finally managed to get into the conversation. 
Gwenevive stopped at the door, and turned.

   "Just for a minute..." she said, and returned and sat in my wicker
chair. I could tell she was a little defensive.

   "I'm really sorry to just show up!" said Jenny, sitting on the couch.  I
sat beside her.  "I just didn't think this evening!  It's all my fault!"

   "It's no big deal, really," said Gwenevive, shaking her head.  "We were
just talkin'."

   "In his bedroom?" Jenny giggled, and I saw Gwenevive puff up a little.

   "No!" she said.  "We just...  we just didn't know who was at the door,
so I hid in there..."

   "I'm sorry!" said Jenny, her eyes twinkling.  "It's just that...  this
old man's got a reputation with me.  I know his...  his proclivities..."

   Gwenevive actually smiled at that one.  I wondered if she knew what the
word meant.

   "Yeah..." she said, grinning.  "He's an dirty old man, for sure.  His
name should be Randy..."

   "Oh," said Jenny.  "His name is perfect, as it is.  It's just perfect."

   I laughed.  Why did everybody make fun of my name?  I wondered what she
really meant, though, and if she even slightly suspected some of the stuff
that went on with her daughter.  Honestly, the woman was now so sexual, I'm
not sure if it would even bother her.

   "So..." Gwenevive said slowly, in a gap in the conversation.  "So you
guys...  play around?"

   Jenny snorted, and proved her sexual nature even more to me.  "Yeah,"
she said, and looked at me and smiled.  "He's good for me.  And he pumped
some life back into my marriage, even.  Plus he showed me my mild-mannered
wimpy husband is a closet pervert."

   "Gwenevive laughed.  "What do you mean by that?" she asked.

   "Honey..." said Jenny, finally seeming to wake up.  "How old are you,
darlin'?"

   Gwenevive seemed to get defensive again.  "I'm old enough to do what I
want..." she said.  "I'm old enough to know better, and young enough to not
always do it."

   Jenny laughed.  "I'm not getting onto you, honey...  it's probably too
late anyway, if you're hangin' around this old perv..."

   Gwenevive giggled at that, at least.  "Yeah..." she said, nodding.

   I broke into the conversation.  "I haven't introduced you girls yet," I
said.  "Jenny, this is my friend Gwenevive.  Gwen, this is Jenny."

   They shook hands, and nodded to each other.  Good, I thought.  Maybe
this won't end too badly.  I hadn't thought far enough ahead yet to hope
for anything more.

   "Anyway," said Jenny, "my husband like me to come home...  uhm...  with
evidence of love on me, so to speak."

   Gwenevive giggled.  She said, "You mean in you?" and Jenny giggled back.

   "Yeah," said Jenny, "you caught my drift."

   "Yeah," said Gwenevive, "he's probly a perv.  But probably not as pervy
as this perv." She indicated me and Jenny nodded.

   "Yeah, he fooled me completely at first with that I'm a harmless old man
shit," she said.  Gwenevive laughed again.

   "He made me send him naughty pictures on my phone," said Gwenevive.  It
was my turn to puff up.

   "Hey!" I said.  "I never made you do anything!  That was all your idea!"

   Gwen laughed.  "Yeah," she said, "you really twisted my arm on that
one." I knew she was just screwing with me.

   "Ladies..." I said, growing bold.  "Would you like to play a little
game? How about a little poker?"



   --==+==-

   Within three rounds I was naked except for my undershorts.  The girls
were amused, and cackled like wicked witches.  Finally Gwenevive had to
take her shirt off, and to my pleasure she wasn't wearing a bra.  Her
nipples were hard in the cool air, and she looked sexier than fuck just
sitting there.  I saw Jenny stare at her and lick her lips.  Oh, I thought,
let it happen.  Fuck all, let it happen.

   Two rounds later I was naked, my hard cock pointing at the ceiling as I
sat at the table.  The girls giggled some more, and Jenny reached down and
gave my cock a little shove.  It bounced back, pointing at the heavens
again.  The girls laughed some more.

   On the next hand Gwenevive had to take her shorts off.  She acted a
little shy, and Jenny felt sorry for her.  I agreed, and we let her slide
this time, but immediately the next round she got hit again.  She sighed
and stood and dropped her shorts.  Sure enough, no panties.  Her sexy
little slit showed through her pubic hair, and I remembered the feel and
taste of her on my tongue.  The girl was sexy personified, for a thirteen
year old.  She was as sexy as my little girls.  I wanted to taste her bad,
but I wanted to see Jenny lapping her cunt up just as bad.  I saw that as a
distinct possibility tonight.

   "Oh honey," said Jenny, dropping her slacks.  She had on a cute little
pink thong, but she slid it down her legs almost as quickly.  She continued
speaking.  "Come on, we got better shit to do that play silly games.  Let's
get warmed up a little..."

   She opened her arms to Gwenevive, and the other girl hesitantly
approached and at last allowed the older woman to close her arms around
her. They hugged for a minute, then separated while Jenny took her blouse
and bra off.  We were all naked now.  Perfect, I thought.  Just perfect.

   I went in the bathroom and got my bottle of mineral oil.  I love slick
slippery shiny girls.  I dripped it on them and stroked it in as they
settled on the couch, once again in each others arms.  Their mouths got
closer and closer, and at last they kissed.  The first one was short and
sweet, but before long their lips were glued to each other.  I loved
watching this shit, it was almost as much fun as getting involved.  I
settled in my wicker chair, and stroked my cock.  Before long I could see
Jenny's hands were full of Gwen's tits...  well, not full, they girl isn't
a double D or anything, she has nice little hand-sized boobs, and Jenny was
squeezing and kneading them.

   "I never..." Gwenevive said breathlessly, "I never made out...  with a
girl before..."

   "Neither have I," said Jenny, "but how hard can it be?" They both
laughed, and smashed their mouths together again.  I found my phone and
took a few pictures for posterity.  I saw Jenny's hand drop down to
Gwenevive's crotch, and heard the younger girl moan as her clit was
stroked.

   I just let them play, and watched.  Before long Jenny's face was buried
in Gwenevive's crotch, licking and sucking.  When Gwenevive met my eye she
smiled and I laughed.  Before long she came, a good strong climax, and I
could hear Jenny moan as she sucked on the girl's clit.  Jenny was
half-standing over the younger girl as Gwenevive laid on the couch, and her
butt was pointed right at me, perfect.  I dribbled some oil on my cock and
approached her.  She moaned again as I pressed into her tight anus and
began to pump.  Finally she was simply supporting herself with her hands as
I pounded her and Gwen slid out from under her and watched, her eyes wide.
Jenny's mouth was open and her eyes were shut, and slobber drooled from her
lip onto the couch as she gasped for breath.

   "Do I look like that...  when we do it?" Gwenevive whispered, smiling at
me.

   "I dunno..." I said, "You're always facing away from me..." That was
true, I'd butt-fucked Gwenevive a half-dozen times over the last few weeks,
but never cunt-fucked her.  She acted like she was saving herself and I
respected that.  I was only too glad to take what she'd give me, if it was
as sweet as her heavenly bottom.  And of course she let me eat out her
sweet pussy, too.

   At last Jenny came, moaning and crying out, I wanted to cum but I held
back, just in case Gwenevive wanted some of it, too.  At last I clasped
Jenny's ass to my groin and just held myself inside her, as she calmed
down.

   "Damn..." she finally said, and I laughed, remembering the meek church
girl she'd been when I first met her.  "Damn, that was intense.  Gwen, you
gotta try that..."

   "Uhm..." said Gwenevive, laughing.  "We have, a dozen times or so."

   It was Jenny's turn to laugh.  "He's butt-fucked you?" she asked, and
Gwenevive nodded.  "Yeah, I still got my pussy cherry, but he took my
asshole.  And he was right, it was fun."

   "Yeah," said Jenny.  "Sex period is fun, even with an old over-the-hill
pervert." She turned to me.  "You fucked a teeny-bopper in the ass?  You
are a dirty old man..." I smiled as I wiped my dick with a wet-wipe.

   "Jen..." Gwenevive said, suddenly serious.  We both noticed her mood
change.

   "What, darlin'?" Jenny said, turning to Gwen.

   "While you're here...  would you stay with me while he...  while I let
him fuck me?"

   Jenny laughed and then looked serious.  "Oh, of course, darlin'...  if
you're sure that's what you really want..."

   "Gwen'..." I was almost frustrated, in spite of what it looked like I
could have.  "Darlin', are you sure?  You've waited for so long...  don't
you think you'd rather save yourself for a boy your own age?  Somebody you
really love?"

   She almost pouted, her bottom lip sticking out.  "But..." she said, "but
I love you, pretty much.  And I don't like any of the boys I know.  I don't
think I ever will..."

   "Well, I'm not arguin'," I said.  "I just wanna make sure for your
sake..."

   She nodded.  "Yeah," she said.  "I'm sure."

   She sat on the couch, and then leaned back, seeming to be ready for some
missionary-style romance.  Jenny sat beside her as I nestled inbetween her
strong young legs.  I liked Gwenevive, I'd really fallen for her for some
reason, something about her appealed to me in a way I couldn't understand.
I wanted to make this a good experience for her, something to remember. 
The girl had really seemed to enjoy the things we'd done so far, and I
wanted this to be special for her.

   I remembered an unwritten rule about old fart sex, and didn't try to
kiss her.  She lay, her eyes closed, and seemed to be waiting for me to do
whatever I wanted to her.  I met Jenny's eyes and we both shrugged
simultaneously, and then giggled.

   "What?" said Gwen without opening her eyes.

   "Nothing," I said.  "We just happened to look at each other."

   "I bet you think you're getting away with big shit, gettin' to pop my
cherry," said Gwenevive.

   "I do, and I am," I said.  "I feel like the luckiest guy in the world."

   She snorted but smiled, her eyes still closed.  I looked down.  My cock
was it's usual shade of purple, like when I played with my little girls. 
Hardness shouldn't be a problem, with this big girl.  Jenny saw me look at
it, and giggled again.  I hoped it had been that hard for her before.

   "Okay, darling," I said, "here I go..."

   I touched the cap of my cock against her pussy lips.  I could almost
feel her wetness.  She's ready, I thought.  I pressed in slightly, and felt
her tense up.

   "Tell me..." I started, and she interrupted me.  "I will!" I nodded,
although she couldn't see me.

   I pressed deeper and deeper.  If it popped, I never heard or felt her
cherry.  My legs touched her thighs.  She sighed, long and slow.  I pulled
out a bit, and pressed back in.  And again.  She hiccuped, and I smiled.  I
knew she felt it.

   In a few moments we had a nice rhythm going.  She rocked forward and
backward, and our bodies touched again and again as I plunged into her
cunt. She gasped a little, and hiccuped again.  I could see a half-smile on
her lips, almost a smirk.  I hoped this was turning out like she wanted.

   Jenny slowly uncurled from her perch on the couch, and climbed up on the
cushions.  She moved closer, her legs on either side of Gwen, and at last
she was in position.  I moved my head forward an inch, smelling her scent
before I touched her, and touched my lips to her pussy.  She spread her
lips with her fingers, and at last I found her clit.  I felt her body jerk
as I licked, and she sighed.

   Gwenevive was getting more active beneath me as I pumped faster and
faster.  At last I was almost slamming into her, her body jiggling and
bouncing as I slid my cock in and out of her.  She gasped again, and began
sucking air into her lungs.  I could literally feel her tense as she began
to cum.

   "Oh, shit..." she sighed, "Oh holy fucking shit...  goddam goddam... 
fuck..." The list of cuss words she knew took a while to exhaust, and then
she started over.  It was sexy hearing her voice cuss as I fucked her. 
Everything about the girl turned me on for some reason.  I mean...  it's
hard to explain...  nothing was different, than say, when I fucked
Celestia...  she was just a little smaller...  Celestia and her sister had
come to like is as rough as this girl seemed to...  and what could be
sexier than giving a good hard fucking to a little girl?  This girl was
close, she was fabulous.

   I slowed a few times to pull myself back from the edge, but every time I
did I heard Gwen make a funny noise than I instinctively knew meant "Keep
Going!" I tried to please her, but I knew I was close to losing control. 
She'd cum once, and I wanted her to cum again before I let myself go.  At
last I felt her start it again, and I knew that I was going to make it.

   "Oh holy fuck!  Holy goddam fuck!" she almost cried, goose flesh all
over her thighs and her whole body trembling.  Her hands were curled into
claws, and the muscles and tendons in her neck stood out like a
weightlifter's.  She came, and I let myself cum.  I pumped a few gallons of
dusty old man sperm into her sweet cunt as she shook and writhed beneath
me. It was all I could to to keep my tongue buried in Jenny's cunt.

   I slowed, and stopped at last.  Jenny had pulled away from me, and sat
once again.  The silence stretched, only broken by Gwenevive and myself
panting.  Fucking was hard work.

   "Well," said Gwen.  Her eyes opened at last.  "That was... 
stimulating..."

   Jenny and I both laughed, and exchanged glances.  The girl was funny.

   "Rest for a few, pops," Jenny said to me.  "In an hour I want one of
those, just like you gave her."



   --==+==-

   "Mister Chester!" said Celestia, entering my living room.  It was Monday
afternoon, and the girls had arrived, preceded by their signature knock. 
To my surprise Celestia was towing a new girl, a girl I'd never seen
before. I liked her instantly, of course I did, I like cute little girls,
and this one was right up there with the best of them.  The thing that
stood out the most about this girl, though, was the large circular bruise
around her eye.  Somebody had given her an almost store-bought classic
black eye.  It looked like it was fading, but she still looked half
raccoon. I wondered what was going on.

   "Mister Chester," said Celestia, bringing the girl to meet me.  The girl
seemed a little subdued and almost shy, but her eyes met mine.  "This is
Daphne.  We're all, uhm...  we're all friends now."

   "I see," I said, not seeing.

   "She's the one who...  who picked on my little sister..."

   Daphne squirmed a little, and finally nodded.

   "But we're friends now," said Gracia, repeating her sister.  I nodded,
wondering why the girl was here.  I was a little sad, because the chances
of playtime decreased considerably with the addition of a new girl who
would be unused to our...  uhm...  proclivities.

   "Anyway," said Celestia, "she wants in on the fight lessons.  She
promised not to hit Gracia ever again, 'cept for practicin'."

   Daphne nodded silently.  I stood, and the fight lessons began.  I was so
convinced that nothing else would happen that I didn't even bother to lock
my door.



   --==+==-

   The little girls fought well.  Daphne was good, not as good as Celestia,
but good.  Probably as good as Gracia had become in just a few short weeks,
as evidenced by the poor girl's eye.  When her turn to wear the gloves came
up, she smacked and slugged my hands with gusto, as hard as Celestia ever
hit.  I gave her some pointers which she took seriously, and I felt like
she would become a force to be reckoned with, like my other little girls.
Well, Chastity was lagging far behind, she didn't really have the
aggression that the Puella sisters or this girl had.  Anyway, the new girl
was fun to teach, and I felt like I was accomplishing something with her,
just like I did the sisters.

   "Mister Chester," Gracia said, after maybe an hour of the girls trading
the gloves off and punching me or my hands.  "Mister Chester, I had enough
of this.  Let's have some fun, while we still got some time left."

   I puckered up slightly, wondering how much they'd told Daphne about the
things we did.  I looked directly at the new girl, and then locked eyes
with Celestia, raising my eyebrows.

   "Daph..." said Celestia.  "Tell Mister Chester the stuff you do with yer
dad."

   Daphne still looked serious, but she did smile, a kind of serious smile.
She darted a glance at Celestia, who nodded encouragingly.

   "Uh..." Daphne said, her voice soft and low.  I'd already thought more
than once how sexy her voice was.  She continued.

   "My dad and I...  well, I...  sometimes I sneak into his bedroom at
night, after I'm supposed to be 'sleep." Oh shit, I thought.  I could well
imagine where this confession was going to lead.  Do I want to know this? I
thought.  Yeah, I did.  Yeah.

   "I..." the girl said, gaining momentum.  I couldn't tell if telling on
herself was embarrassing her, or turning her on.  She actually seemed a
little blase about it.  "I play with his wee-wee...  you know, his cock."
Mine gave a lurch, hearing that word.  "It gets long an' stiff an' stuff
comes outta of it.  He pretends to be asleep tho I'm purty much sure he's
awake...  I mean, much as I've done it, I'm sure he'd wake up sooner or
later."

   Yeah.  He would.  The guy was no dummy.  It seemed like a fairly safe
and almost innocent way for him to get his jollies off.  I wondered how it
had started.  Hell, I'll ask.

   "How did you start doing it, darling?" I asked her.  She smiled at last.

   "Well, I seen this stuff on my friend Euella's computer.  This girl
puttin' a weenie in her mouth and stuff.  I just thought it would be
somethin' I could do for him, somethin' that might make him feel better,
since mom left an' he ain't got no girlfrand.  An' I know it does, he's
always smilin' when I get done, though he still pertends to be asleep."

   I bet, I thought.  Lucky dad.

   "Well, my dear," I said, "that is interesting, though I'm not sure what
you expect from me, since I probably won't be going to sleep while you're
here." I didn't want to discourage her, but I wondered what she expected,
and I also wondered what the Puella sisters had told her.

   "Uhm..." she said, her eyes flickering to Celestia's again.  "Nothin'
really...  nothin' you don't wanna do...  Celest just said you were fun to
be around.  Then her and Gracia giggled, ever time.  I kinda...  I kinda
thought since they wouldn't really tell me, it might be somethin'... 
somethin' kinda like what I do for my dad."

   I thought for a moment.  The girl had a little nerve, and it looked like
she knew how to keep a secret.  I hoped for the best, and forged bravely
ahead.  And yes, by then I definitely wanted a taste of her.

   "Well, darling," I said.  "Yes, you're kind of right, although I
certainly won't expect you to do to me what you do for your dad.  Your dad
is a lucky man, by the way," She smiled.  I went on.  "There are some... 
uhm...  fun things we do, that I think you might enjoy.  Lets start out
slowly, though, and just see what happens."

   "You can start out slow with her," said Gracia, kicked her slacks down
her short legs.  Her naked mons gleamed in the late afternoon light.  "But
I want my cooter licked."

   I grimaced.  I hadn't planned on going that quickly.  Celestia and
Daphne had both giggled.

   "Yeah," said Daphne, "yeah, that sounds cool.  I'd like that, too."

   "Let me fetch us some refreshments, and we'll decide what we can do," I
said.  "Celestia, come with me into the kitchen and help, please."



   --==+==-

   In the kitchen I leaned down and put my face in Celestia's.

   "Darlin'," I said, "Do you trust this girl?  Totally?"

   She nodded emphatically.  "Hell yeah," she said.  "We're all pretty good
friends now, an' she even spent the night with us Thursday night, a school
night, even.  We talked 'bout shit, but Gracia an' I 'membered what you'd
said an' didn't tell her exactly what we do here with you.  We just kinda
hinted that it was fun an' shit."

   I sighed.  I wanted the new girl bad.  I loved all my girls equally, but
something new every now and then is special and exciting.  I softly pinched
the head of my cock.  Yep, pretty hard.

   "Well," I said, grabbing some soft drinks out of the fridge.  "If you
trust her..."

   "Mister Chester, we done licked her pussy all to hell an' back Thursday
night, an' she didn't tell on us then.  She loved it, for real.  She never
cum buh'fore, though she seen her dad cum a zillion times.  He cums in her
mouth most every night an' I think it wan't fair that she never got a cum
fer herself 'til the other night."

   Yeah, that seemed pretty unfair to me, too.  I was glad they'd given the
girl that, at least.  And I knew that I could do the same for her, and
more. This might be an interesting afternoon indeed.



   --==+==-

   Daphne was...  heavenly.  I know I say shit like that about each of my
girls, but this one was...  well, I dunno.  This one was fabulous, just
incredible.  When we returned to the living room Daphne was as bare as
Gracia, and they were on the couch, giggling and pretending to be shy.  I
just couldn't keep my eyes off the girl.  I had a boner in record time,
just from my first glimpse of her.  She appeared to me to be a year or two
younger than Celestia, which put her in about the same grade as Gracia. 
She was almost as tall as Celestia, though, and her torso and legs were
long and slim.  Her chest was still flat, like Gracia's, but her sweet
little nipples were huge and puffy, like two fat little brown grapes.  Even
my tongue was hard.  Once again I wondered if I died and gone to heaven but
just didn't notice.

   Daphne could see me watching her and smiled.  Even with a black eye, she
seemed confident in her beauty, and I've noticed many young girls are like
that though most of them lose that confidence later in their teens.  This
girl seemed to know, though.  I tried to pay Gracia equal attention but she
wasn't paying it back, she was getting herself arranged on the couch in
preparation for my usual kneel before her.  I could see Celestia taking her
clothes off out of my peripheral vision.

   "Darling," I said to Daphne.  "Get on the couch next to Gracia, and sit
like she's sitting."

   Daphne nodded and arranged herself on the couch similar to Gracia,
leaning back with her butt sitting on the very edge of the cushions, and
her legs spread wide.  A glimpse of her cunt was a glimpse of heaven, her
pink lips were fat and puffy for a little girl, and her tiny clit peeked
out like it was curious at the world around it.  I could see some white
powder in the crease of her leg, and I knew it would taste salty and
wonderful.  I felt something seep out of the end of my cock.  The girl was
blowing me away.

   Because it was fair and she had asked first, I decided to start with
Gracia.  I knelt, and winked up at her.  She smiled and I could see her
forcibly relaxing as my face approached her sweet cunt.  I glanced up at
Daphne, and saw her watching with interest.  I plastered my face into
Gracia, my tongue out.  Here we go, I thought.  Here we fuckin' go.

   About a minute into Gracia's sweet cunt, I felt somebody messing with my
trousers.  Celestia, of course...  she unbuttoned and unzipped me, and
grabbed my cock through the opening.  I had anticipated things getting fun
this afternoon, and not worn any of my baggy old man underwear.  Out of the
corner of my eye I saw Daphne lean forward to watch what went on below. 
Finally she slid into the floor and I heard her talking softly to Celestia.
Finally she got on one side of me and Celestia the other.  I felt two
tongues, one on each side of my cock.  When one of them took my cock
completely in their mouth I didn't bother to look down, I knew I'd know
which one it was by the difference in their styles, since I knew Celestia
pretty well by now.  Sure enough, the girl sucking me had a totally
different way of doing it and I knew Daphne was going first.  The girl was
good for a self-taught BJ artist, and she had some powerful suction.  I
could feel her hot little hands on my balls, and within just a minute I was
holding back with effort.

   Ten or fifteen minutes later, after one good and one really spectacular
cum, I was finished with Gracia and ready for Daphne.  I gave Gracia's clit
one last lick, and winked at her.  She giggled woozily and smiled down at
me.

   "We'll do it some more in a little bit, baby," I murmured to her, and
she nodded.  Celestia had my cock in her mouth my now, and Daphne crawled
back up on the couch.  She took Gracia's place, and spread her legs.  Here
we go again, I though.

   The girl tasted as good as she looked.  Sweet, tart, sugary and salty
with a hint of sweat and a kind of bubble-gum plasticy taste...  she tasted
incredible.  My tongue got harder and harder.  I did what I wanted most and
licked down the crease of her inner thigh...  she tasted wonderful.  That
salty sweaty taste of little girls just drives me over the edge.  Too much.

   "Baby..." I breathed into her cunt, inbetween licks.

   "Mmmm..." she said, sighing deeply.

   "Baby, has anyone...  done this to you before now?"

   She laughed, short and sweet.  "Yeah," she said, surprising me. 
"Celestia an' Gracia, both, when I spent the night with them.  An' I did
theirs, they tasted great."

   Ah yes, I remembered Celestia saying that.  Well, cool...  the girl was
almost a tongue virgin.

   "And baby?" I asked again.  She said, "Mmmm..." again.

   "Has anyone ever put anything in you...  down there?"

   That seemed to embarrass her a little.

   "Naw..." she said.  "Only me...  only my finger a few times..."

   "Darlin'," I said.  "I'm going to do something with Celestia and
Gracia...  I want you to watch, and decide if you want to try it.  Okay?"

   "Okay," she said, seeming to give me a little more of her attention. 
She went on.  "Do you mean you're going to fuck them?"

   I laughed involuntarily.  She'd surprised me with that one.

   "Baby," I said.  "You know what fucking is?  Have you seen it before?"

   "Only on my friend Euella's computer," she replied, her eyes shining. 
She knew she'd gotten me with that one.  I smiled up at her.

   "Yeah," I said.  "Yeah, that's what I mean."

   "Heck yeah," she said.  "I wanna try it.  Does it really feel that
good?"

   "Well," I said.  "It feels...  different, for instance, than what I'm
doing to you now.  Some people think it's better, yes.  Maybe you can be
the judge."

   "Yeah," she said, and relaxed back into the cushions.  I could tell she
was ready for me to shut up and get back to licking.  "Yeah, I'll let you
know.  I just wanna try it."

   I nodded as my tongue touched her hard little clit.  I curled my lips
around it and sucked, and she sighed again.  I knew that shit felt good.



   --==+==-

   I gave it to the girl for at least ten minutes before she came like a
well-oiled machine.  Her whole body trembled and vibrated, her arms and
legs curled up, I could feel her stomach tightening against my forehead. 
When she finally calmed down I slowed and pulled away.

   "Did you like that, darlin'?" I said, and she nodded.

   "Yeah, Mister Chester," she said, smiling.  "Yeah, I loved it.  I wanna
do that every day."

   "Well," I said.  "Maybe we can work something out." She giggled and I
smiled at her.

   Celestia had dropped my cock earlier, thank goodness, or I would have
lost it and not had a drop left in my by now.  I think she could tell I was
up against the wall on this one.

   "Ladies," I said, "I'll start with Celestia, since I haven't licked her
pussy yet.  I'll make her cum, and then I'll try to make Daphne cum. 
Gracia, darlin', maybe your sister will lick your pussy while I fuck her."

   "Yeah," said Celestia.  "Just let us get started."

   It went well, Daphne rose and Celestia lay down on my couch.  I arranged
myself over her body, and my hard cock sought out her most beautiful body
cavity.  I slowly pressed into her as she gasped and almost panted for
breath.  At last I was sliding into and out of her in long smooth strokes.

   Gracia crawled up onto the couch and pressed her crotch into Celestia's
face.  That was cool, it put Gracia's cute little ass right in my face.  I
didn't have enough hands to spread her butt apart, but I dived in anyway,
and soon my tongue was licking her sweaty little asshole as she humped
Celestia's face.  These girls were just too much.  My whole life I had
dreamed of things like this happening to me, and here it was, big as life.
I breathed Gracia's beautiful scents into my nostrils until I felt faint.

   My prostate was being generous today, and I was able to bring Celestia
to a intense vaginal orgasm in a reasonable amount of time.  She gasped and
coughed and blew her breath in my face, and came like crazy as I fucked her
and pressed my finger into her asshole and my tongue in Gracia's butt.  I
slowed as she calmed down, and finally she opened her eyes and smiled at
me.

   "Thank you Mister Chester," Celestia said, and I peeked between Gracia's
legs and grinned at her.

   "Thank you, my dear," I said.  I thought once again how dreary my life
would be without my little sweethearts.  It was way past too good to be
true.  Would I have to go back to jail tomorrow for the things I was doing
today?  At the moment I didn't care, what I was getting was just too good.
In jail I'd be able to rest, at least.  And memories, I'd have the greatest
memories in the world.

   Gracia stepped down and Celestia dragged herself up off the couch, a
fine sheen of sweat covering her body.  Daphne seemed a little unsure of
herself, now that it was time to put up or shut up.

   "Still sure?" I asked her, and she nodded resolutely.  She lay,
mirroring Celestia, and I carefully crawled on top of her, trying not to
smother her.  I could feet her trembling as my hips touched hers.

   "Baby," I said.  "You might have heard it hurts, and I won't lie to you.
It can hurt the first time.  If you have a small or a tight hymen, it might
hurt and you might even bleed.  Still want to?"

   She nodded again.  I tried to remember how her cunt had felt beneath my
tongue.  I'd forced a good length of my tongue inside her, and I couldn't
remember any appreciable hymen.  I'd had some girls in the past that had
tight hymens, and some that had easy ones or even none at all.  I reached
beneath my bed and took a jar of Vaseline(TM) off the rails.  I popped off
the lid with one hand, and smeared some on the head of my hard cock.  I
gently applied some to her pussy, smoothing it around and even inside her a
ways.  I felt like she was as ready as she'd get.

   "Sweetheart," I said.  "Tell me if it hurts or if I need to stop. 
Please let me know, okay?"

   She nodded, and I felt her feathery touch on my hips as she pulled me to
her body.  I felt the slippery head of my cock touch her in the crease of
her hip and slide away.  I was still pretty pumped from fucking Celestia. I
knew my dick wouldn't let me down, as long as it didn't fire too early. 
Suddenly I felt fingers wrap around my hardness...  I looked to the side
and saw Celestia watching us, so I knew it was Gracia guiding me in.  Soon
my cock was head-deep in her sweet cunt, pushing gently deeper.  I stopped
and whispered softly to her.

   Her eyes opened.  "Yeah, I'm okay..." she said, and closed them again. I
pushed some more...  resistance built up, and at last it just didn't want
to go any further.

   "Darlin'," I said, and she opened her eyes again.  "If I go any further,
you won't be a virgin.  Are you sure this is what you want?"

   She nodded, and made an affirmative noise.  I nodded too.  I had a
sudden thought, though...  I caught Celestia's eye, and mouthed the word
"phone." She jumped up and pulled my phone from my jeans and began to
compose a picture.  I mouthed "shhh!" to her and she clicked the silent
switch.  It's not that I didn't want Daphne to know she was being
photographed, I mean I planned on showing her the pics later, but I didn't
want her to be distracted.

   Those little tits, though...  she had the most wonderful little puffy
nipples on her tiny mounds.  I wrapped my lips around one, and sucked as
she giggled.  I ran my tongue around it, and scraped it with my teeth.  She
squirmed and moaned.  I love tits, and these were very lovable.  It was
hard to reach them and keep my cock in her pussy, but I managed, curling my
body into a "U" shape almost.

   At last I began pushing deeper.  She was tight, damn the girl was
tight...  she was almost squeezing me down to a pencil-dick...  but it felt
great.  There is something about that first time, something magical...  I
thought back about all the girls I'd taken for their first time, and tried,
but I couldn't put a number on this one...  let's just say she wasn't my
first.

   I felt something between us occasionally, and I realized that Gracia was
probably rubbing her clit.  Celestia moved from below us to above us, and
clicked away.  I pressed the final inch.

   I saw pain flicker across her face, and then a resolute expression.  She
was being tough and taking it.  And she really looked tough, too, with that
black eye.  The girl had some nerve, she opened her eyes and looked right
at me and smiled.  I pressed the final distance, and our hips touched.  I
could feel her trembling beneath me.  I slowly pulled out, and pressed in
again.  I saw the pain again, and then the smile again.  I established a
slow rhythm, and heard her sigh.  I hoped the sting was gone by now.

   Gracia leaned in and kissed her, and whispered in her ear.  Daphne
smiled and mumbled something back.  I just reveled in the beauty of the
child, and the peaceful happy expression on her face.  Her mouth was half
open, and I could see her eyes move beneath her eyelids.  She really was
exceptional, she'd come to my house expecting something like this to
happen, I think, and she truly seemed to be enjoying it.  I loved her for
that, and a million other things.  And for just plain being beautiful.  How
did I get so lucky?  I wondered for the thousandth time that summer.

   I sped up a little, and felt her began to tighten up below me.  Her back
slowly arched further and further, and her legs spread.  She pulled her
arms up to her chest, her wrists and fingers curling downwards.  Her
breathing became rougher and faster.  I hoped she was about to cum because
I was hitting the wall and I knew I couldn't hold out much longer.

   I felt Gracia pull my balls up and laughed.  I assumed she was helping
compose a shot for Celestia.  I tried to ignore the audience and just
concentrate on making a little girl cum.  Finally, at long last, I felt it
start for her.  Her eyes shot open but blindly stared at the ceiling.  I
smiled as she wiggled and writhed beneath me, gasping for breath.  She had
a good orgasm, I think, a fine one for a first time fuck.  I hoped for many
more for her, and a few more for both me and her.  I wondered if she'd join
my stable, or if this was just an introductory offer.  I truly hoped for
more.

   At last I slowed and felt her wake up from her cum-trance.  She smiled
weakly up and me, and I smiled down on her.

   "You were wonderful, darlin'," I said, meaning it.  "You did great.  Did
it feel good?"

   "Yeah," she said.  "Pretty good."

   "Think you might want to do that again someday?" I said, and she smiled
and giggled.  "Yeah!" was all she said.  I'd settle for that.  I just hoped
I was involved occasionally from now on.



   --==+==-

   It was kind of anti-climactic (sorry) after that, I fucked Gracia, sweet
Gracia, and she came like a wolverine in heat.  The girls had to hurry off
home, and after I moved pictures from my phone to my encrypted drive I
needed the rest of the evening to recover.  I played again the next day
with Gracia and Celestia and Chastity, and Wednesday they brought Daphne
over again.  I rallied, somehow, and fucked the four of them one after the
other.  Daphne was the last, and I got to cum inside her for the first
time. Thursday my three girls showed up after school but I pleaded
exhaustion and we just played board games.  Friday afternoon I licked
pussies, because I was pretty certain that Jenny or Gwenevive or both would
show up that night and I wanted to save my precious bodily fluids.

   That night I just laid on the couch and rested after the little girls
had left.  And, sure enough, eventually the doorbell rang.  I stumbled to
the door, opened it, and both Jenny and Gwen were there, giggling.

   "Come on in, ladies!" I said, and they entered.  The rest of the evening
is kind of fuzzy, licking, sucking and fucking occurred, as I'd suspected,
and the two of them just about wore me out.  Half the time I just sat and
watched them lick on each other, by then that was about as much fun as
anything.  The two girls really seemed to get off on each other, and I was
glad I'd brought them together, even if it was by accident.

   By midnight everything was running together in a dizzy stream of cunts
and tits and occasionally my cock, and I almost felt dizzy.  I finally had
to get up and stumble to the kitchen for something to drink.  When I
brought a few glasses back into the living room for the girls they were
both fast asleep on my couch, wrapped in each others arms.  I settled back
in my recliner, leaned it back, and closed my eyes.  Sleep, blessed sleep.



   --==+==-

   Saturday afternoon I was laying on the couch, a damp washrag over my
eyes.  I was resting, still trying to regain some strength.  The last week
had worn me out, the little girls had played hard almost every day, and
then Jenny and Gwenevive had driven me crazy last night with their antics.
I never thought big girls would turn me on again the way those two had. 
Seeing them make out was incredible, and then when I got involved...  it
was almost too much for my weak old heart.

   The knock was strong and confident.  I didn't think it was a child, from
the knock.  Experiences of years past often led me to pucker up when there
was a knock on the door of that intensity, but for some reason, and I know
that's a lot to discern from a single knock on the door...  but this one
didn't seem threatening.  I got up and went to the door and opened it.

   She was...  she was perfect.  Everything I'd ever dreamed of, everything
I'd wished for in a girl...  it all come together in one little bundle of
sheer, breath-taking perfection.  I loved my little girls...  Chastity, the
Puella sisters and now Daphne...  I loved them more than anything I had
ever been able to love in my life...  but this one...  I can't say enough.
It almost killed me to stand there and stare at her.  She was...  in a
word...  incredible.  I was instantly helplessly hopelessly irrevocably in
love.

   She was dressed in a pure white one-piece dress, cut half-way above her
knees and waist.  She was barefoot, and her feet were beyond beautiful. 
I've always loved little girl's feet, and these stood alone.  I salivated,
looking at her feet.

   She didn't say a word, she just stood there staring into my eyes.  I
opened my mouth, but I didn't know what to say.  Why was she here?  What
could I say or do just to get her to spend a few delightful minutes with
me? I didn't have hopes for anything more, not with this one.  She was too
perfect, too fabulous.

   "My dear..." I stammered.  Her eyebrows, more perfect than the superest
of the supermodels, rose in question.

   "How may I help you?" I finally managed.  "What can I do for you?"

   "May I come in?" she asked in a voice like black velvet.  I nodded and
stood aside.  She entered my home.

   She sat primly on my couch.  I asked, she nodded, and I fetched her a
Pepsi from the kitchen.  She sipped and nodded.  "I always wondered..." she
said in that same soft sensuous voice.

   "Little darling..." I said, my heart in my throat.  A rejection from
this child would cut my heart like a razor...  but I would understand. 
What could she want with a worn-out old man like me?  "Darling...  you are
so beautiful...  may I take a picture of you?  Just one?"

   She laughed and nodded.  I fumbled my phone out, and snapped a quick
picture, trying to keep my phone straight and level.  My hands were
shaking. She smiled a sweet smile.  As badly as I wanted to take more I put
my phone down.

   "May I sit on your lap?" she asked, smiling again.  I nodded, feeling
lightheaded.  My heart was pounding and it hurt, for some reason.  She rose
from the couch and approached my chair.  She carefully climbed into my lap,
and the feel of her hot little body on top of me was almost too much.  It
was all I could do to keep my hands off her.

   "Are you a friend of Chastity's?" I asked her, curious.  "Or the Puella
sisters, Celestia and Gracia?  Or maybe Daphne Montaign?"

   She looked puzzled for a moment, and then smiled and nodded.  "Yeah,"
she said.  "Yeah, you could kinda say that."

   That made a little more sense.  I wondered if the other girls had told
her about some of the things we did.  I wondered if she'd heard them
talking about me, and decided to pay me a visit.  I carefully place my
calloused hand on her soft knee, and squeezed gently.  She smiled even
more. I was entranced.  She likes me, I thought.  Or at least she likes
being touched by me.

   We talked softly for the next few minutes, without really saying
anything.  I can't even remember what we talked about.  But the feel of her
soft skin beneath my hand seared into my consciousness...  it was all I
remember...  the feeling of her soft satiny leg beneath my touch.  I slid
my hand further and further up her leg, beneath her little dress.  At last
I was just inches from her most beautiful spot.  She kept talking, her
mouth moving, her voice low and hypnotic.  I can't remember what she was
saying.  Her hot little hands touched my forearm.  She grasped my arm and
pulled it towards her body.  I let her, and it glided beneath her dress,
deeper and deeper until the backs of my knuckles rubbed her most secret
magical place.

   And...  to my shock and absolute delight...  she was bare.  I rubbed a
little harder, and felt soft damp flesh beneath my knuckles.  I
straightened my hand and touched her with my fingertips...  and she felt
like heaven.  I could feel her little pussy lips, and her sweaty slit... 
my cock cried out in pain, trapped beneath the waistband of my pants.  I
fingered her delicately, pressing my index finger slightly inside her body.
She squirmed and giggled and smiled.  She seemed to love what I was doing.

   "Darling..." I said.  I felt confident now that I knew why she was here.
"Darling...  can I lay you down on the couch?"

   She nodded.  "You can do whatever you want," she said softly, and
smiled, yet again.  I gently laid her down and pulled her dress up to her
waist.  Her beauty was breathtaking...  and I didn't know why.  How
different can a pussy be?  All my other girls had beautiful little cunts...
I'd looked and licked enough times to be intimately familiar with the four
of them...  but this little girl surpassed them.  Her little slit was the
most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.  She was so beautiful it hurt.  Her
beautiful cunt opened like a flower as hot blood flooded into it.  I could
tell she was eager for something sexual to happen.  Her pussy looked larger
than life to me, for some reason...  almost like an adult pussy on a
child's body.  Her clit peeked from beneath her hood, huge and fat...  and
it begged to be sucked on.  I saw that as a distinct possibility by now.

   I leaned into her and sucked a breath of air into my nose.  It wasn't
just looks, the girl smelled better than anything I'd smelled in my whole
life.  There's not really a clinical definition of the smell of pussy... 
it's a kind of indefinable odor, strong, wild and organic...  and
beautiful. On her I could smell the essence of girl and a little sweat...
and maybe even a hint of piss.  It all came together in an incredible
fusion, and my tongue couldn't stand it.  Within seconds my face was
plastered into her sweet cunt, as I licked for all I was worth.  I heard
her giggle above me, and felt her hands in my hair.  At last she took my
ears in her hands and pulled me even harder into herself.  I found her clit
and it was so big I could easily feel it on the tip of my tongue...  hard
yet spongy, sexy to the max.  And the taste...  it was incredible.

   She came quickly, her legs rigid under my arms, trembling and shaking.
She gasped and sighed and sucked air into her lungs and moaned...  I was
turned on like never before.  My other little girls came well and loved
it...  this one did, too.  I knew this wasn't the first time for this girl.
More and more I wanted her story...  who she was and why she was here,
although by now I had a pretty good idea why.

   "Oh, darling..." I whispered, my face pressing into her soft damp
sweetness.  "Baby, I love you...  I love you more than life...  I love you
I love you..."

   She laughed gently, and raised my head using my ears as handles.  Our
gazes met, and she smiled at me.  I saw her lips say "I love you too," and
it was good enough for me.  I put my hands behind her knees and raised her
legs up, folding them against her body, raising her little rump and
exposing her sweet bottom.  Her little asshole was incredible, I had to
stop and smell it, and I almost creamed just from that alone.  I couldn't
wait, and smashed my tongue into it.  Her taste was off the charts, spicy
and tangy, bitter and sweet...  a million beautiful things.  I licked and
lapped and loved her asshole like I'd never loved one before.  It was
incredible, and almost new to me, it was so intense.  I don't know how it
could have been any better.

   She giggled and reached down with her hands and spread her ass cheeks a
little further apart.  I licked as far down her crack as I could, and then
back past her asshole to her perineum.  Her taste was out of this world...
stupendous.  My hands were rubbing her outer thighs and buttocks, glorying
in the soft smooth sweetness of her.

   She came again, and then again after that.  The child had a talent for
it, she could cum.  I loved her orgasms, they were long and powerful and
seemed to overwhelm her completely.  I was charmed by her, and charmed by
her orgasms.  I envied her for them...  if there ever was a time I wished I
was a girl, it was then.  She was totally self-possessed and completely in
control of herself, except when she came, then she gave it all up in a long
blast of mindless and mind-numbing pleasure.  Kids don't usually sweat, but
after the fourth one this girl had a glaze of moisture on her stomach and
thighs, and I licked the delicious drops from her body as she giggled yet
some more.

   At last I couldn't stand it.  I stood for a moment and pulled my pants
down.  My cock bounced out, so hard it was purple.  Well, that's not that
surprising, it was purple when my other little girls saw it too.  There's a
limit to just how hard a cock can get, and mine was up against the wall
today.  She looked at it and giggled, and met my gaze again.  I smiled down
at her as she reached for it.

   Her little hands were hot and clever.  She stroked and pulled, circling
the cap and stroking me on the underneath side where I'm unusually
sensitive.  I don't think she was a stranger to cocks...  she had a great
technique and it was all I could do to hold back.  She tugged on it, and I
almost came in her face.  She tugged again and I understood, she was
pulling me down to her body.  I lay on top of her, and rubbed my cock in
her slit, running it up and down inbetween her lips, pressing her clit into
her body.  She came yet again just from that, twitching and jerking beneath
me, gasping and almost sobbing.  I held her head in my arms and laughed
softly at her.  She was just too much.

   I felt her hands in that space between our bodies and she guided my cock
to herself.  She pressed it right into her body, into the mouth of her
vagina.  I gently pushed, and it went deeper and deeper into her body.  The
girl was tight, no doubt about that...  she was damn tight.  It was
incredible.  My cock felt like it was three feet long at this point.  I
slid deeper and deeper inside her...  she was just blowing my mind.  At
last our thighs touched.  I stopped for a moment, and held her.  Her face
was buried into my shoulder.

   "Baby..." I whispered.  I felt her twitch.  "Baby, are you okay?"

   "Yeah..." she said softly.  "I'm ready.  Do it.  Make me feel it... 
make me feel like a woman again."

   What a funny thing for a child to say...  well, almost anything a child
might say while being fucked would probably be funny...  but "a woman?" and
"again?" Where did that come from?  What did she mean by that?  And why had
she seemed to ready, so...  so experienced?  When we finished, I'd have to
ask her some questions.

   I pulled almost all the way out of her body and pushed back in.  She
sighed deeply and nodded without opening her eyes.  I pumped again and
again.  I felt her thighs moving in time with me.  Once again I felt like
this wasn't her first time...  but damn, damn she was tight, even if it
wasn't.  I licked my finger and sought out her puckered little asshole,
pressing into her sweetness, feeling her body push against the intrusion.

   When she came it just floored me.  She gave a wordless moan, and gasped
deeply.  Her whole body shook and trembled, her arms curled against her
body, her little hands clasping and unclasping, grasping air.  I felt the
hard tightness of her belly against mine, and her little ass clenched in my
hand as her rectum squeezed my finger.  There seemed to be no end to it,
she just went on and on.  Her body vibrated and hummed like a machine.

   At last I just couldn't take it any longer.  My cock jerked and unloaded
inside her, pumping what felt like a gallon of cum into her body.  Electric
fire burned down my diaphragm and my balls felt like they caved in.  I
couldn't remember ever cumming so hard in my life.  She was coming down
from her orgasm, and she giggled as she felt me twitch and shake on top of
her.  I finally opened my eyes and she looked up at me, smiling.  I could
tell she knew exactly what I was feeling.  We slowed and I finally stopped
pounding.  I pulled out, and my semi-tumescent cock fell from her body.  I
dragged myself off her and sat heavily on the couch beside her.

   She sat up and then stood, letting her little dress fall and cover her
sweaty semen-streaked beauty.

   "Chet..." she said, giving me a moment's pause.  She was the first child
to call me by that name...  Jenny and Gwenevive both called me that, but
most people called me "Chester" except for the little girls, who called me
"Mister Chester." I wondered again who this girl had contact with after
hearing her use that name.  She went on.  "Chet, I'm sorry...  but we have
to go.  There will be time later."

   I nodded, understanding at last.  Oddly, I wasn't the slightest bit
surprised.

   "Are you ready?" she asked quietly and I nodded again.  "Take my hand,"
she said.  She held her hand out and I took it in mine.  The road stretched
to infinity before us but I knew she'd be with me every step of the way.  I
was happy and ready to go.



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   The front door was wide open.  Celestia, Gracia, Chastity and Daphne
entered the house.  "Mister Chester!" Gracia said loudly.  There was no
answer.  Gracia, anxious to play as always, started to yank her shirt off
but Celestia stopped her.

   "Hang on!" said Celestia.  She went down the short hall and peeked in
the bedroom.  She backed up quickly and bumped into her sister who had
followed her.

   "Shhh!" said Celestia.  "He's sleepin'!  Don't bother him!"

   The two girls returned to the living room where Chastity and Daphne
waited.

   "He's asleep!" Gracia whispered loudly.  "Think we oughta wake him up?
He said lotsa times we could come over anytime we wanted..."

   "Awww..." said Celestia, "let's let him sleep this time.  He's an ol'
fart, 'member?  He prolly stayed up last night with that girl he don't want
us to know 'bout."

   The other girls laughed.  Chastity had a pretty good idea who that girl
was that he didn't want them to know about, but she was a good kid and kept
her mouth shut.  Things were going so well around her house she didn't want
to rock the boat.

   "Well, what'll we do now?" said Gracia.  "Just wait?  Wanna play a game
while we wait?"

   "Let's go to the park," said Celestia.  "I got four bucks...  we can buy
some ice cream an' share it or somethin'."

   "Yeah, that sounds great!" said Gracia and Chastity and Daphne nodded.

   "Gimme a minute, I gotta pee," said Celestia.  "You guys go on, I'll
catch up." She went back down the hall to his bedroom as the other three
girls headed out the front door.  She found his cell phone and turned it on
and spent a moment going through it to see if there were any pictures she
should delete, but there was nothing on it except a single picture of his
empty couch.  She pressed 911 and when the operator answered she placed the
phone back where she'd found it.  She leaned down and kissed him and a
solitary tear dropped from her eye onto his cold leathery cheek.  She
didn't feel sorry for him since she knew he was in a better place.  Back in
the living room she turned his computer off and looked around the room one
last time, remembering.  She left the house and ran to catch up with her
sister and her friends, leaving the front door wide open behind her.



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