{ASST} Sweet_Visitor {Mr_Ed} (MF, Mg, rom, 1st)

Disclaimer:
This story is entirely fiction, and has no basis or 
purpose other than to entertain.  It should not be 
read by any minor, for it is not intended as an 
instructional manual in sex.  If the idea of underage 
sex bothers you, do not read any further.


Sweet Visitor

by:  Mr. Ed

Bruce finally found a chair and slumped down into it.  
All day he had been on the go, helping the organizers 
that had put on the picnic, to supervising the 
children at play in the water, to cleaning up the 
debris that had been allowed to escape around the 
picnic area.  It had been a fun day, and it was still 
a little way from being finished, but he definitely 
needed to rest his leg muscles for at least a few 
minutes.

Moments after he sat down, shaded by the tree the 
chair was under, one of the children of the area came 
over to him, climbed up on his lap and rested her head 
against his chest and arm.  He didn't even know the 
girl's name and her parents were sitting a short way 
away.  They had seen her go over to him, and watched 
her climb up on his lap.  When he indicated he had no 
idea of why through body language, the mother came 
over to him, and said, "I guess Susan was rather 
tired, and needed to find a safe place to sleep.  
Somehow she knew your lap was a safe place and there 
you are," she said gesturing at the girl.  Bruce 
looked and found her sound asleep.

"Would you like me to carry her over to where you and 
your family are?" he asked.

"Only if you want to get up yourself," she replied.  
"She feels safe there, so I suspect she is safe.  I 
know she doesn't weight too much, but if she does get 
too heavy, or you want to go someplace, then bring her 
on over.  Otherwise, enjoy the trust she has placed in 
you."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," he said.  "If it 
is alright, I don't feel like moving at this moment, 
and certainly don't want to loose my seat, so I'll 
hold onto her for a little.  Is she sick?" he asked.

"No, just tired," she answered.

Bruce cradled the young girl asleep in his arm, 
pleased that she had paid him such a great compliment.  
When he looked on her, she must have been about nine 
to ten years old, for she had the beginnings of her 
breasts forming under her shirt, but nothing of the 
roundness they would one day have.  Her most obvious 
feature was her slender frame, for she was not only 
slender, but downright skinny.  Her midriff showed 
between her top and shorts, and the belly was so 
small, it was as if she hadn't eaten for a long time.  
Below the short skirt she was wearing, two sticks came 
out that were her legs, with none of the thickening of 
thighs a girl would normally have, even at her age.

When one looked past the slight body she had, and 
looked at her face, she had a very pretty one.  Full 
of innocence, perhaps hiding some character trait not 
visible while she slept, it was so peaceful laying 
against his chest, he had to smile.  

While looking at her, he had noticed the curvature of 
her back, and knew that was not good for her.  Putting 
his one hand under her legs, and the other, on which 
she rested, he wrapped around her back, and shifted 
her up straighter, and a better position for her back.  
In doing that, however his fingers went over her one 
little breast, and he got a surprise, for they were 
firmer and beginning far more than they showed against 
her top.  He allowed his fingers to linger a moment 
before he let go and returned his arm to its regular 
supporting position on her hip.  What to do with the 
other hand then became a problem and it finally ended 
up on her little leg, for there was nowhere else for 
it to rest.  Then he put his head back against the 
tree behind him, and he too drifted off to sleep for a 
few moments.

A nearby child at play brought him to full awareness 
when he screamed at something his playmate had done.  
Bruce looked at his charge, and shifted her up once 
again, getting another feel of her firm little button 
on her chest.  She remained asleep against him, so he 
settled back and enjoyed the youngster sleeping in his 
arms.  He loved the trust that it showed in him, even 
though he had only had a little to do with her before 
when she was one of the group he had supervised.  The 
only thing he could figure was that she had taken a 
liking to him and even that pleased him.  Happy that 
she was asleep, he tried to distract himself from the 
erection that had come up on him, and that was bumping 
against the youngster's bottom.  He knew it had to go 
down before she awoke; otherwise she would surly 
notice it against her.  As he drifted back towards 
sleep again, he noticed it returning to normal, and 
was glad.

"Wake up, sir!" called Susan.  "It's beginning to 
rain!"

Bruce came immediately awake, slid the youngster to 
the ground, and took her hand, running at her side 
towards the nearest shelter.  Just as they arrived 
amongst all the others taking shelter in the same 
place, the sky let go, and the rain pelted down hard.  
Looking at each other, the girl came and wrapped 
herself around his waist, and hugged him tight.  
"Thanks mister," she said.  Then she was gone, looking 
for her family.

By the time the rain let up, it was too late to 
continue the picnic, so everyone took advantage of the 
rain stopping to pack up their things, and leave the 
picnic grounds.  Regardless, it had been a fun day, 
and everyone seemed to be going home with a good 
memory of the picnic.


Return Visit

The next day was a working day, and Bruce had 
accomplished most of what he had intended to do that 
particular day.  Apart from a meal which he would 
require, he still had a little puttering around to 
attend to, taking up things out of place and putting 
them in their rightful spot.  It was mid to late that 
afternoon when an unexpected caller arrived at his 
front door, and rang the doorbell.  As he went to the 
door, he anticipated seeing one of his neighbours 
wanting to borrow something or other, and swung the 
door wide open.  Having to look down, he found the 
caller to be young Susan, dressed in her school 
uniform, and calling at his door.

"Good afternoon, Susan.  Is everything alright?" he 
asked.

"Yes sir, and good afternoon," she said.  "I just came 
by to visit you, and thank you again for taking care 
of me at the picnic yesterday."

"Well thank you for being so thoughtful, Susan," he 
said as he closed the door behind him.  "Care to sit a 
minute?" he asked gesturing at the chairs on his 
veranda.  She did go over to sit in one, while he took 
up his usual seat.  "It was my pleasure, and I thank 
you for coming up in my lap.  It made me feel very 
good that you liked me enough to do that."

"Come to think of it, Susan, how did you know I lived 
here?" he asked.

"Everybody in the area knows you, and where you live, 
sir," she replied.  "Everybody likes you and are glad 
you came to live in our area."

"Well, isn't that nice to hear," he said.  "Thank you 
darling.  Would you like a little something to drink?" 
he asked.

"I'd be grateful for a little water, sir," she 
requested.

"That would be an easy one, but would you perhaps 
prefer a little of my favourite, pineapple juice, 
fresh from the store?" he suggested.

"If you could spare some, that would be wonderful, 
sir," she replied.

"Juice it is, Susan," he said.  "Give me a minute, and 
I'll be right back, darling."

"May I come and help, sir?" she asked.

"No darling," he said.  "Little girls don't go into 
the homes of strange men.  You wait here a moment and 
I'll be right back."  Bruce went inside, got two 
glasses, and took up a pan of cookies.  From the 
fridge, he left the opened bottle of juice and got an 
unopened one so she would know it came straight from 
the store, and had not been tampered with.  These he 
carried back out onto the veranda, and set everything 
down.

"I'm not afraid to go into your house with you, sir," 
said Susan.

"Well thank you for that, darling, but it is still 
something you shouldn't do.  Too many men might want 
to take advantage of such a sweet young girl, and you 
must always be careful, especially of men living 
alone."  Bruce had poured out two glasses of pineapple 
juice, and let her take up one glass before he took up 
the other.  Taking the lid off the cookie tin, he took 
one for himself, and passed her the pan to allow her 
to take one, and on his insistence, another, having 
her help by putting the lid back on.

"So what brings you by this afternoon to delight an 
old man with your sweet presence?" he asked.

"I don't really know, but I really liked how you were 
so nice to me at the picnic.  It made me feel so grown 
up the way you were with me."

"I can't imagine what I said or did to make you feel 
that way, but I'm glad for you certainly are growing 
up," he told her.

"Don't be mad at me, but when you slid me up and held 
me here," she said as she placed her hand over the one 
breast he had felt, "and then when your thing touched 
my bum, I felt so good and special.  So grown up, I 
guess," she said.

"I'm sorry if I grabbed you there to pick you up, 
darling, and the other thing happens when a man goes 
to sleep and then wakes up," he told her.  "I do hope 
it didn't frighten you, and I'm sorry it happened."

"I'm not," she declared.  "I thought it was great!  If 
you want, you can do it again.  I'd really love that."

"It was something accidental that happened, and a 
natural reaction to dropping asleep, darling," he told 
her.  "It's not something to repeat."

"I don't want to argue with you sir, but you held my 
tittie just a little too long to be an accident, and 
the thing against my butt was wonderful.  If you felt 
that way once, why are you afraid to feel that way 
again?"

"Because it is wrong," he told her.  "Perhaps it is 
time you go on your way home for your mother must be 
looking out for you," he suggested, a little annoyed 
at her denial of it being an accident.

"Oh, sir, I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to make you mad 
and throw me out.  All I meant was you could do it 
again, and I wouldn't mind.  I've not told anybody, 
and I wouldn't either.  Nobody knows I'm up here, 
'cause I came in through the bush.  Please don't make 
me go away, sir?"

"Isn't your mother expecting you home by now?" he 
asked.

"My Mom doesn't get home from work until after dark 
sir," she told him.  "I'm real sorry if I made you 
mad.  You can spank me if it would make you feel any 
less angry, sir."  

Her statements, combined with the pleading look in her 
eyes cracked his angry front and made him laugh.  
"What a little sweetheart you are, Susan," he 
declared.  "I'm not angry, but I am worried.  Personal 
contact like that is something very serious, and I 
don't want to get myself into any trouble."

"You don't have to worry about me, sir," she said.  
"No matter what you did to me, I'd never tell anybody, 
unless you said it was alright to tell.  My Mom told 
me to stop by here tonight to see if you were as nice 
as you looked to be at the picnic.  She said she hopes 
I get lucky for it would be the kind of break I 
needed."

"Now what on earth did she mean by that?" he asked.

"We're poor, and you're rich.  If you liked me, then I 
might be able to get some things from you to make 
Mommy and me live a little better," she told him.  As 
far as I am concerned, I just plain like you, and want 
to be your friend."

"Now that is an easy one," he told her.  "My name is 
Mr. Bruce Burns, and I'd love to have you as a 
friend," he stated.

"Oh, I know your name, sir!" she declared.  "Are you 
really willing to let me be your friend?"

"We've been friends every since you came up in my lap 
yesterday," he told her with a smile.

"That's the way I feel, sir!  You are such a nice 
man!"

"May I ask you a couple of questions, darling?" he 
asked Susan.  She nodded agreement.  "What kind of 
work does your mother do?" he asked.

"Housework," she replied.  "She has six houses that 
she goes to and takes care of their homes one day each 
week.  She works so hard at it, 'cause she's taken me 
a couple of times.  I've seen how hard she works, 
scrubbing floors, cleaning everything, even their 
toilets and sinks."

"How well do you eat?" he asked.

"We get by most of the time," she said.  "There are 
some days we only have crackers for supper, but mostly 
we have a little better than that."

"You are a little thin, darling," he told her.  "Is 
that because you don't eat well?"

"I guess so, but I've always been like this," she 
said.  "See how my ribs show?" she asked as she lifted 
her school uniform blouse up at one side.  Perhaps she 
was not aware she had gone up too far, but one little 
breast was showing over the lines of her rib cage.

"Okay, darling, pull it back down and tuck it in good.  
You said your Mom doesn't get home until after dark.  
Where is she working today?"

"Monday, she has to go way over to the other side of 
the city to a nice home there.  It takes her so long 
to get home, 'cause taxis are so hard to find when she 
gets off work there.  Other days, she works until 
late, and gets home even later."

"Do you know where the house is?" he asked.

"Sure," she answered.  "I've been there several times, 
all day long while she works.  Since it is school time 
now, I can't go with her, and that saves her taxi 
money, but costs her more for my school lunch.  I wish 
I could do without lunch more often, and save her even 
more.  If I didn't get so hungry I'd be able to save 
lots of money to help her."

"Do you trust me enough to go out with me in my car?" 
he asked.

"Sure," she declared, "but where are we going to go?" 
asked Susan.

"I want you to show me where she works, and we will 
pick her up there and carry her home.  Would that be 
alright with you?"

"That's more than alright, sir," she declared.  "Thank 
you, sir!" she said as she jumped up to put her arms 
around his neck, and hug herself to him.  "Thank you!"

"As nice as it is to hold you in my arms, how about we 
see to your mother, before we miss her coming out?" he 
suggested.

They got in his car, once he had locked up his home, 
and headed back down from the hilltop on which he 
lived, and then headed into the city.  It took nearly 
forty-five minutes to reach the house Susan identified 
as where her mother worked.  As he pulled up, Susan 
ran out of his car, and headed towards the back of the 
house, stopping short of her goal as her mother 
emerged and headed out from the house.

Her surprise at seeing her daughter was absolute, but 
she accepted her into her arms before she questioned 
how she had come.  Bruce could see the animated 
conversation Susan was conducting as she pointed to 
him in his car, and tried to pull her mother towards 
him.  Bruce got out, headed towards the girl's mother, 
and said, "Good evening, Ma'am.  I'm Bruce Burns, and 
your daughter showed me where you were working today.  
May I interest you in a ride home?"

"He came all the way here to get you, Mommy," she 
said.  "I told you he was a nice man!"

"I've known that for a long time, darling," she said.  
"Mr. Burns has always been a nice man, and I'm so glad 
you have come to know him."  Turning to him, she said, 
"Mr. Burns, I'm Candice Grey, and it is a pleasure to 
meet you again today.  I don't know why you put 
yourself to such trouble for me, but I'm very 
grateful!"

"Since I've taken an interest in sleeping beauty here, 
I thought it would be appropriate to find out a little 
more about her mother.  She has to be a very nice 
person to have a daughter so fine."

"You'd better be careful, Mr. Burns," she cautioned.  
"You're living up to your reputation, and will have me 
in tears if you say things like that too often."

"If that is what brings tears to your eyes, then cry 
on, Ms. Grey," he told her.  "May I have the pleasure 
of your company?"

Once the car was back into traffic, Bruce asked of 
her, "May I be so presumptuous as to ask how much you 
earn from your six jobs, Ms. Grey?"

"With all six together, I get twenty four hundred a 
week, sir," she answered.

"What kind of benefits do you get from them?" he 
asked.

"What do you mean, benefits?" she asked.  "There are 
never any extras, except at Christmas when I might get 
an extra few hundred dollars," she tried to answer.

"And you eat, and send Susan to school from that, plus 
pay all those taxi fares to travel to and from work.  
Doesn't sound like you get much out of that," he said.

"You forgot the rent and electricity, and water, sir," 
she corrected.  "My name is Candice to you, Mr. 
Burns," she offered.

"Thanks, Candice," he replied.  "How much rent do you 
pay?"

"The guy that owns the place is good to me, and only 
charges me a thousand a month, but if I can't pay it 
all he will take as little as five hundred," she 
explained.

Bruce pulled the car out of traffic and stopped at the 
side of the road.  "I know it is not a good idea to 
put all your eggs in one basket, Candice, but I have 
an idea and a suggestion for you," he said looking 
into her eyes.  "I need somebody to take care of my 
home, and wonder if you would be willing to come and 
work for me.  I have a little part of the house that 
is separate and you could live there, without 
electricity, rent or water rates to pay, and I would 
pay you three thousand a week.  Does that idea appeal 
to you?"

Candice had turned her face down to look into her lap, 
and was shaking her head from side to side, in a 
negative gesture.  "Why are you telling me no without 
even considering it, Candice?" he asked her.

"Oh, I'm not sir!" she said looking up into his face.  
Her face was covered in tears that had drained from 
her eyes.  "I was just thinking that you really are as 
kind as what people say you are, sir!  I just don't 
know how to tell you how grateful I am for what you 
are trying to do!"

"What I want to do is put a little fat between Susan's 
skin and her bones," he said.  "She doesn't deserve it 
for a thief shouldn't be treated like that, but I 
can't help myself."

"I never stole anything from you or anyone, Mr. 
Burns," declared Susan from the back seat.

"What did she steal, sir?" asked Candice from beside 
him.

"She stole my heart, and doesn't seem willing to give 
it back to me," he told her.

"You are just as bad, Mr. Burns," stated Susan.  "You 
stole mine, you know!"

"He's worse than that, Susan," said Candice.  "I've 
barely met him, and he's stolen mine too!"

"Never mind," he said.  "So we are all a bunch of 
thieves, so let's get on to the next part of us, and 
do something about the part just a little lower.  
Would fried chicken sound good for our supper?"

"I can't afford that, Mr. Burns," stated Candice.  
"I'm sorry!"

"Who asked you to afford it and why are you sorry?" he 
stated and asked at the same time.  "I'm hungry and 
can afford it so let's go get some fried chicken, take 
it to my place and let you see where I would have you 
live, if you accept my offer."

"If I didn't tell you, I've accepted your offer, sir!" 
stated Candice.  "I accepted it the moment I heard it, 
and I'm so grateful."

"There is one other little side benefit," he stated.  
"It would mean you didn't have to buy any food either.  
I would bring in enough for all of us!" he told her as 
he pulled out into the traffic once again.  "You can 
cook, I presume," he added.

"Very well, even if I do say so myself," she answered.

"That I'm looking forward to testing for myself," he 
said.  "Maybe I had better stop and pick up some 
groceries along the way, if you don't mind, Candice."

"Mr. Burns, anything you want is okay with me," she 
stated.  "Anything at all!"

"Let's talk about the jobs you have already for a 
moment," he suggested.  "From what I see, I don't 
think you owe them much in the way of loyalty.  Are 
you concerned with giving them notice?" he asked.

"I guess I owe them a phone call, but nothing more, 
Mr. Burns," she said.  "They have meant my survival 
for several years, so I guess that would be enough," 
she said thoughtfully.

"While I don't think they deserve that much, then give 
them a call, and tell them all to go to hell!" he 
exclaimed.  "They don't deserve you at all, paying you 
so little when you have a daughter to care for and 
bring up."

"I've felt like that many times, sir," she said.  "I'd 
still feel better if I were to call them and say I 
won't be back.  I can't be like them," she concluded.

"Now that's the part of you I do admire," he said.  
"You place your calls, and be as nice as you want, but 
in the end, you have no obligation to any of them, for 
your pay is far below the normal, they have all used 
you, and your predicament against you."  As that was 
said, Bruce pulled into the parking lot of a plaza, 
and parked his car in an available spot.

"Groceries and then fried chicken," he said pointing 
to the two business places providing the answer to 
their needs.

"Mr. Burns, would you mind if I waited out here for 
you?" asked Candice.  "Susan is fine in her school 
uniform, but I've only got this to wear, and I don't 
want to embarrass you by walking beside you like 
this."

Bruce looked her over from head to foot, and then took 
her hand, turning to yet another store, and pulling 
her along.  "You are not an embarrassment to me, 
Candice, and it is a pleasure to have you at my side.  
If it bothers you, however, then that can be fixed!" 
he declared as he entered a high priced fashion outlet 
in the plaza.

Getting the attention of the manager, she came over to 
him, and asked if she could be of any assistance.  
"Put my two ladies into something on the casual side 
of good looking, and include whatever they need to 
complete the look.  Do you have any chairs for a tired 
old man?"

The chair was provided, and the two girls went off 
with the store manager as he refused to hear the 
arguments they offered.  It took nearly half an hour 
for them to return, each of the girls wearing 
something that did look fabulous.  Even the shoes were 
new, and his grin told them how much he approved of 
their new look.  His plastic card was offered in 
payment, and the store manager thanked for her help in 
the selections made.  He had to follow to punch in his 
security code to authorize the payment from his bank 
account while the other staff packaged up their things 
worn into the store.  When they left the store, 
Candice was no longer concerned about looking bad at 
his side.

Groceries were next, and Bruce guided them up and down 
each isle, taking up what he thought, plus accepting 
suggestions from Candice, and on occasion even the 
cart driver, Susan.  When the one cart was full, 
Candice went to the front to rejoin them with a second 
cart, and she became the back up driver as they went 
on through the rest of the remaining isles.  As he 
added the three large jugs of milk to the cart, he 
said to Susan, "Don't you let me hear of you having 
less than three tall glasses each and every day, 
miss!"

"Alright, Susan," he said in the last isle of the 
store.  "I'm going to need your help with this one, 
darling.  Here is a little money, and I want you to 
come back here when we are getting the chicken, buy 
three of these, and meet us back at the car.  We don't 
want the ice cream to melt nor the chicken to get 
cold, so we have to be a team for this one."

Susan stared at the thousand dollar bill he had handed 
her, and looked at him with tears in her eyes.  "I 
love you so much, Mr. Burns!" she said.  She couldn't 
say any more as she fought back her tears, with his 
ruffling her head not helping at all.

Heading towards the car, Candice came up close to his 
side, and said, "That was two and a half months of 
earnings, Mr. Burns!"

"At your old rate, I guess it was," he agreed.  "Not 
any more, though!" he declared.

"But I'm sure you would never have spent so much for 
yourself alone," she argued.

"Would you please shut up, Candice," he said to her.  
"I'm having more fun than I've had in a long time, and 
I don't want you to spoil it for me."

"Well, like my daughter said, I love you so much, Mr. 
Burns!" she declared.  They had arrived at the car, 
and the things were loaded in, and the store help each 
received their tip for their assistance in bringing 
them to the car.

"Come on girls," said Bruce when the car was locked 
up.  "We need to find out how long the line is before 
we know about the ice cream."  They walked side by 
side, Bruce bracketed by his two ladies in their very 
fine looking clothes.  All three were wearing smiles 
on their faces.

Just as Bruce got to the front of the line, he sent 
Susan off to get the ice cream, while he went ahead 
and purchased a bucket of chicken and all sorts of 
extras to compliment the meal.  Then he had another 
wait to have his order assembled and delivered into 
his hands, a wait that took longer than he had 
anticipated.  On his way towards the door with their 
food in hand, Candice came to his side and rejoined 
him.  With the car back opened he turned to see Susan 
coming across the parking lot towards them, carrying 
the heavy load with some difficulty.  Leaving the car 
with Candice, he went to her side, took the bags, and 
walked with her back to the car.

It was only a few minutes drive to his home, and that 
went smoothly.  Then the unloading process was 
undertaken, Susan getting the lighter of the bags to 
carry, while Bruce ended up with far more than he 
should have carried.  The good thing is it was not far 
to the kitchen where they were put down.

When the ice cream came in, Susan had just completed a 
trip with her little bags, and was told to put the ice 
cream up in the freezer Bruce identified for her.  
Happy to be included in the work, she went about that 
as Bruce returned for the next load of bags, passing 
Candice with her bunch along the way.  Finally 
everything was in the kitchen, the car was closed and 
locked, and the back entrance secured.

"Candice," called Bruce.  "The dishes are in those 
cupboards there, and there," he said as he identified 
the cupboard doors, "and the utensils are in here," he 
pointed out.  "Would you be good enough to dish out 
three servings, while I try to find the milk?  Susan 
must have a glass for each meal, and it wouldn't hurt 
you either," he told her as he scrounged through the 
bags.  The milk jugs were put in the refrigerator once 
they were found, and two glasses were poured.  When he 
thought about it a second, Bruce got a third glass, 
and poured one for himself as well.  Example is a good 
way to teach.

"Your kitchen is so beautiful, said Candice.

"Never mind, my kitchen," corrected Bruce.  "You're 
the lady of the kitchen now, so it is your kitchen."

"Could never be, sir," she said.  I've never had 
anything so beautiful; if I forget the clothes you 
bought my daughter and me."

"Hey, I've got to say how great you both look dressed 
up like that," he commented.  "You are both really 
good looking girls!"

"Coming from the most handsome man in Jamaica, that's 
a pretty good compliment, Mr. Burns.  Thank you, sir," 
declared Candice.

They were all sitting around the kitchen table, eating 
their chicken, fries, and all the extras he had bought 
for them to enjoy, both the girls watching his every 
move, admiration in their looks.  Part way through the 
meal, Bruce reached over to Susan sitting at one side 
to him, and tickled her at her waist until she could 
not help but laugh.  He had noticed the tears coming 
up in her eyes, and did this to help her control her 
emotions, leaving her laughing instead of crying.

"When we are finished, and wash up, I'll show you 
ladies the rooms where you will be living, and then 
I'll take you home.  I'm sure you are tired from 
working all day today, Candice."

"I have never felt so alive, Mr. Burns," she said.  "I 
know I have to go back to our old place to get our 
things, but if it wouldn't inconvenience you, I'd 
really hope we could sleep here tonight."

"That's fine with me, but you will have to help me 
make up the beds, then," he told her.

"No we won't sir," she said.  "If you point out where 
the sheets are, we will make up the beds, and not 
you."

"That I will not argue with," he said.  "Making beds 
is a pain, going from one side to the next and back 
again.  "You will help Mom, won't you Susan?"

"Yes, Daddy!" she answered.  The second it came out, 
she realized what she had said, and turned pale as the 
blood drained from her face.  "I'm so sorry, Mr. 
Burns," she offered.  "I was just having a fantasy 
about you being my daddy.  Please forgive me?" she 
pleaded.

"No, baby, I'm not going to forgive you," he told her.

"Would you spank me then, sir?" she pleaded.  "I'm 
really sorry, sir!"

"Hold on to those emotions a moment, darling," he said 
as he took her hand and pulled her over to him.  
"There is nothing to forgive, because you just gave me 
the greatest compliment I've ever had.  To be called 
'Daddy' is very special, particularly when it comes 
from the heart.  As for a spanking, how could I ever 
do such a thing to such a sweet little backside as 
yours.  Baby, you did nothing to be upset about, and 
I'm very flattered, and I wish it was true.  Your own 
dad might not appreciate it though, so I don't think 
it is such a good idea," he concluded.

"Her own dad has never set eyes on her, and never 
will," Candice said.  "If Mr. Burns likes that name, 
then use it darling," she told her daughter.

Bruce looked at Susan, who stared back at him 
wondering if it could happen.  When he shrugged, she 
threw herself forward against him, hugging his neck as 
tightly as she could manage.  "May I call you Daddy, 
sir?" she asked.

"Mommy says it's okay, so I'm sure not going to 
object, if that is how you feel, baby," he told her.

"Thank you, Daddy!  I swear I will love you forever!  
You make me feel so happy!"

"You're certainly doing a good job of making me happy 
too, darling," he told her, hugging her slight body to 
himself.  It feels so good to hold you like this!" he 
observed, his hands running all over her back.

Pulling back from him, Susan placed a kiss on his 
lips, so gently and lovingly that he had tears in his 
eyes when she stood up again afterwards.  "Why are you 
crying, Daddy?" she asked.

"Because I had a little sweetheart in my arms, and she 
loves me, and is making me feel so happy, I don't even 
deserve it!" he told her.

"You deserve every good thing that can happen to you, 
Mr. Burns," said Candice.  "Every good thing in the 
world should be yours!" she declared.

"Shall we look at your place, or put the groceries 
away first?" he asked.

"Groceries first!" declared Candice firmly.  "Work 
before pleasure!"

Working together, the groceries were removed from the 
bags, and Bruce identified the location each belonged.  
"The kitchen will be yours to change around as you 
wish, other than the appliances of course, Candice," 
he told her.

"I haven't seen anything that needs changing yet," she 
said.  "This kitchen is like living in a mansion, it 
is so beautiful, and has everything.  I'm going to 
have to learn about some of the things though, sir," 
she said.  "I don't know how to work some of these 
things, for they are fancier than anything that I've 
seen before."

"You will find them easier than you think, Candice," 
he told her.  "We'll take the time tomorrow to go over 
them, once we have your things moved in from your old 
place, and presuming you like the new quarters which 
you still haven't seen yet!"

"I know I'll like them sir," she assured him.  "If 
they were the gutter, I'd sleep in them to be near 
you!" she declared.

"Let's not go that far, Candice," he suggested.

"Anywhere you go, that's how far I want to go, Mr. 
Burns," she restated.  "Anywhere, anything, anytime, 
and it's yours."

"Easy girl," he said as he paused from the grocery 
bags he had been straightening out.  Putting his arm 
around her shoulder he said, "Everything has its time, 
Candice.  Don't rush at everything headlong."

"What I just said is what I mean, sir.  I've fallen 
completely in love with you, and anything I could give 
you is already yours to have, sir.  You can have me, 
my daughter, my everything!"

Turning Candice to face him, he asked, "What is it?  
Are you just trying to avoid having to make up the 
beds tonight?"

"Don't make me laugh when I'm trying to proposition 
you, Mr. Burns," she said.

"So are you expecting to go to bed, and have sex with 
somebody that you call 'mister'?" he asked.

"That would make me the happiest girl alive, sir!" she 
told him.

"Not that I want to prevent you from your being happy, 
Candice, but you will have to go to bed with a man 
named, Bruce, not mister or sir!"

"I haven't earned that right yet, sir," she said.

"Susan," he called the young girl.  "Have you ever 
seen your Mommy get a spanking?"

"You wouldn't, would you?" she asked in astonishment.

"If she doesn't call me by my proper name, I just 
might," he told her.

"Alright, Bruce!  Alright!" declared Candice.  "If you 
keep this up, I'm going to attack you right here in 
front of my daughter," she warned.

"We can wait until we are alone, darling," Bruce said.  
"No need to traumatize Susan."

"You've got to be kidding," she declared.  "She has 
been yours since yesterday, and is totally aware of 
her desire to be with you.  She would only become 
traumatized by your rejection, nothing else!"

"Tell me what is to happen between Susan and myself?" 
he asked of her, shocked by her apparent attitude.  "I 
don't understand or believe what I've heard so far," 
he stated.

"What happens between you and her is entirely up to 
the two of you, Bruce," she replied.  She is in love 
with you as much as I am, and there is no man I'd 
rather she be with.  I know you are sweet on her, and 
maybe even desiring her more than you might want me, 
but if you do, then I hope I can have as much as you 
can spare for myself, because I'd give you anything!"

"But you are giving me permission to take your nine 
year old daughter to bed, and have sex with her," he 
stated.  "How could you be willing to do that?"

"She is ten, and very much aware of her sexuality, 
Bruce," she said.  "When she climbed into your lap 
yesterday, it was a complete surprise to me, but I was 
so happy for her.  There are women all over that would 
be envious of her, and be willing to take her place.  
She may have been brazen to do what she did, but I'm 
so grateful that she did.  I wouldn't be here if she 
hadn't."

"But I'd want to protect her, not give her up for 
sex," he stated.

"You protect her from the rest of the world, but she 
is already yours, Bruce.  I know you will be gentle 
with her, and she will be okay with you."

"How do you feel about all this, Susan?" he asked of 
the young girl.

"Mommy knows me better than I knew, but what she said 
is true, Daddy," replied Susan.  I'd be the happiest 
girl live if you took me to bed with you, and would 
let you do anything you wanted to me."

"You would want to be raped?" he asked her straight.

"You couldn't rape me, Daddy," she said.  "I want it 
too much, so you couldn't force me into it."

"Yesterday morning, when I woke up alone; expecting to 
live out the rest of my life that way.  Now I have two 
young girls, one only ten years old, and her young 
mother, willing to go to bed with me.  What a change 
of lifestyle this is, and so unexpected.  You haven't 
even seen the rest of the house yet!"

"We already know how the rest of the house is, Bruce," 
said Candice.  "All we need to know is you and 
everything about you becomes wonderful, including your 
beautiful home."

"It would seem to be our home now, Candice," he told 
her.

Some of the house was seen on the way up the stairs to 
the upper level, but their interest was more in the 
man than the house, so both of them were watching him, 
not listening more than necessary to what he said.  
Upon arriving in the master bedroom, Bruce ushered 
them both inside.

"You don't have to do this, Candice," Bruce said to 
her.

"But I want to do it, Bruce," she said.  "I don't 
generally sleep around, and have no diseases to infect 
you with, but I want to have you take me, and make me 
your woman!"

Coming over to Candice, Bruce proceeded to strip off 
her clothes, removing pieces of his own as they went 
along.  Finally, they both stood before each other, 
and before Susan, completely naked.

"Take off your clothes, Susan," instructed Daddy.  "I 
want to see my other girl too."  Susan began 
immediately to remove her things, and joined her 
mother and her new daddy totally naked moments later.

"I definitely want to get some fat on your sweet body, 
Susan," he told her.  "As beautiful as you are now, 
you need to eat better; and be in better health than 
what I see."

"If I eat like you want me to, Daddy, I'll soon put on 
weight," she told him.  "It might make my titties get 
bigger for you too!"

Susan watched her mother have the most loving sex with 
Daddy that she could imagine, and was allowed to get 
as close as she wanted to see it actually going into 
her mother's vagina.  He had spent a long time in 
foreplay before entering her, and Susan wanted to feel 
that kind of attention lavished on her own body, and 
be touched by the man she had fallen in love with.

When Daddy and Mommy finished their making love to 
each other, Susan was brought in between them, and now 
lay naked, with her being in the middle of a sandwich 
as each was against her.  Daddy was making her feel 
wet but good between her legs, for he was playing with 
the little breasts she had begun to grow.  Wishing 
they were larger for him, she accepted his play and 
manipulation of her nipples.

"Now that she will be eating properly, she will soon 
fill out and hide all these bones you can see now," 
commented her mother.

"I am so anxious to see that," responded Bruce.  "When 
you need a snack, or want anything between meals, 
Susan, I want you to eat some kind of fruit, for I am 
going to make you healthy first and filled out 
second," he explained to her.

"Does that mean I don't get to have any of the ice 
cream you bought us?" she asked.  "Oh, Daddy, I forgot 
to give you your change.  It's in my clothes, and I'll 
get it now.  "I'm sorry I forgot, Daddy!"

"You keep the change so you will have a little 
spending money when you need it darling," he 
instructed her.  "You can have a few candies and the 
like, but don't you fill yourself up so you can't eat 
your meals Mommy will be making you.  That would get 
me tempted to spank your sweet little bottom more than 
anything."

"I won't, Daddy," she said.  "I can just imagine how 
hard you could spank me, and I don't think I want to 
feel that!"

"Thinking about that, how about rolling over and 
letting me give you a little bum rub?" he asked.  
Seconds later, he was rubbing her little butt, easily 
spanning it with his one hand.  Susan welcomed his 
hand on her, holding it tight for the first few 
moments, and then letting it go slack to better feel 
his exploring hand on her exposure.  It did make her 
feel warm and good as his fingers went along the 
bottom creases next to her legs, and then down the 
middle crack.  As he played with her anus, she pushed 
up and tried to open it for him to do as he wanted to 
her.  Even as he stroked the back of her legs, she 
felt the wonderful thrill of his caresses and dropped 
off to a peaceful and deep sleep.

"She is so happy to be with you, Bruce," observed her 
mother.  "Look at how good you make her feel with your 
touch.  I am so happy she will be eating better, and 
will have a chance to fill out a little better though.  
I've worried about how skinny she is for a long time, 
but could never do anything better."

"Your biggest challenge will be to keep her eating the 
right foods, in the right quantities.  If it is 
necessary, I will help encourage her into cooperating 
with eating what you give her to eat by way of her 
sweet little butt," he told her.

"I guess there is a chance of you having to spank her 
one day, Daddy," said her mother.  "I almost envy her 
for the chance to feel your hand on her little bum."

"I've already held your sweet ass, so what are you 
talking about, Candy?" he asked.

"It's just the idea of a spanking is kind of sexy," 
she told him.  "Thanks for calling me Candy, 'cause my 
daddy used to call me that before he died.  I can 
still remember him spanking me, and how it made me 
feel so sexy having him see my bare bum and touch it.  
Once the burning stopped, it was nice to remember.  
Thinking about that, don't you hesitate to spank 
Susan's butt, for it still is a nice memory of my 
Daddy doing it to me."

"Only if I see it as necessary, but frankly, I doubt 
if ever will be," he told her.  "The thing I most want 
is to see her filled out better.  She is too skinny, 
and needs a little meat on her bones!"

"She will, Daddy," said Candice.  "She will!"

"Want to abandon her for awhile?" he asked.

"Let's let her sleep, and get some ice cream for 
ourselves," he suggested.

"Are you serious?" she asked.  "I'd feel so guilty to 
leave her out!"

"Come on, let's feel guilty," he said as he got off 
the bed.  Taking Candy's hand they headed down the 
stairs, laughing as they went, feeling guilty for 
leaving her with out any, even though she needed her 
sleep.

Sitting in the kitchen a few minutes later, they were 
talking and giggling as they had the ice cream, and 
had to laugh even harder when the throat clearing came 
from the kitchen doorway.  "You couldn't even call 
me?" asked Susan.

"Get over here, sweetheart," called Daddy, holding his 
arms out to her.  Susan came across the floor, and 
flew into his arms, feeling the warmth of his body 
against hers.  When he took a spoonful of his own ice 
cream and put it in her mouth, she felt like it was 
the very best thing she had ever tasted, especially 
since it was Daddy's!

A bowl was put out for her, and all three sat at the 
table, enjoying the treat as the evening grew late.  
Not only did they enjoy the treat, but being with each 
other was also extremely gratifying, and comforting.

"I am so anxious to have morning come, and to prepare 
your first meal from me, Bruce," said Candy.  "You are 
going to be so well cared for, that you will wonder 
how you got through all these years without me."

"That sounds wonderful, darling, but the thing I am 
most looking forward to is waking up to find you 
there.  How I've longed to have somebody to talk to, 
and share some of my good times with.  "I'm going to 
become a problem to you, thought, darling, and you are 
going to get fed up with me."

"Not possible!" she exclaimed.


"Trust me, you very well might.  I work from home, so 
am always here," he told her.

"Something tells me I might survive that, Bruce," she 
said.  "You might get fed up with me though, for I 
just might sexually assault you during your work day, 
and interrupt the work."

"What a horrible thought that is!" he exclaimed with a 
huge smile.  "You think I can put up with that, 
Susan?" he asked his youngster.

"I hope so, Daddy," she said.  "I might try to 
interrupt you myself, once in awhile."

"You, I'll be able to handle," he said as he caught 
her by her wrist.  Pulling her off her seat, he pulled 
her over to himself, and draped her over his knees.  
Putting his hands on he waist, he began tickling her 
as she squirmed and cried out from the feeling it made 
in her.  As she moved around, he slipped one hand onto 
her back to hold her down, and the other between her 
legs to tickle the inner thigh.  Her laughter echoed 
through the house, and filled it with her happiness.  
Finally, he picked her up, swung her high above 
himself, and set her down on his lap.  Holding her 
little face, he kissed her lips gently, and accepted 
her return kiss as she pressed firmly against his 
lips.

"I love you so much, Daddy!" she declared.  "I'm so 
happy!"

"Me too, baby!  Me too!"

When the dishes were empty and rinsed off, Susan got 
picked up and slung over his shoulder for the return 
trip upstairs.  Being bent over like that was far less 
than dignified, but she giggled as he walked up the 
stairs, screaming when he deliberately bent down as if 
she was going to be dropped.  By the time she was 
flung onto the bed, she was about as happy as she 
could be, willing to surrender control over herself, 
and give it to him.

"Would you look at you two," commented Candy.  "What a 
great Dad you are, Bruce," she added.  "Look at how 
you are with her, and how good she feels!"

"There's only one way to feel happier than I am at 
this moment," stated Susan without elaboration.

"So tell me what that would be," questioned Daddy.

"If you were to make love to me like you did with 
Mommy," she answered.

"Do you think that can wait until you are a little 
older and fatter, darling," asked Daddy as he sat 
beside his youngster.

"I know I am skinny, Daddy, but I really want to 
become your own little girl, and that would make me 
feel more like I belonged to you.  Please, Daddy?  I 
really don't want to wait.  I'll eat good, but that 
would take too long, 'cause I want it right now!"

"What do you think, Mommy?" he asked of Candy.

"If you don't make love to her, Daddy, then you will 
be far crueler than I thought you could ever be.  She 
is giving herself to you, and is ready.  You already 
have me, so make her yours too!"

"I guess you and I are going to make love, Susan," he 
told her.

"Thank you, Daddy!  I'll try and be good for you, and 
not let you see if it hurts like Mommy says.  I love 
you, Daddy!"

Bruce leaned over his little sweetheart, and placed a 
kiss on her lips, a kiss that turned into a whole 
series of kisses, as the enjoyed the sensual contact 
of their lips together.  Susan especially liked when 
he took her lip and held it between his own lips.  
When his hand began playing with her breast buttons, 
she began to respond with the rise of feelings she 
experienced.  The first contact he had on her vulva 
was enough for her to climax, even though he had not 
yet touched her vaginal opening.

Even as the feelings coursed through her body, Daddy 
played with her clitoris, making the climax more 
intense and longer.  As his finger slid down and into 
her wet opening, she knew this was what she wanted, 
and that her body was now his to have, and there would 
never be any holding back from anything he wanted, no 
matter what.