Author: Sterling
Title: First Prize
Summary: A writer wins a contest for the best pedo story and is
rewarded with a prize beyond his wildest imaginings, a weekend of
sweet fantasies fulfilled.
Keywords:  Mf Mg cons rom pedo het group 1st oral pett

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.
 
First posted 3/21/2010, new header added 8/24/2010.
 
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First Prize

A mysterious person in the realm of StoriesOnline asked for
different kinds of stories.  Sometimes he offered prizes for the
best in a particular category.  He used the name WellToDo and
said very little otherwise, but the contests were of great
interest.  The first prize was guaranteed to be at least $100,
but winners reported that sometimes they got more than that.

A contest was announced for the best consensual pedophilic story.
 Of course to most people consent is impossible for a minor, but
the intent was clear enough.  The girl ought to think she was
consenting.

I won.

WellToDo sent me a private email in which he expressed his
delight with the story.  His message said that in addition to the
$100 in cash, he had in mind a vacation he thought I would like.

On the agreed-upon Friday evening I waited at my house without
any luggage, as directed.  At the appointed time a limo arrived
and a lovely woman in her 30s met me and introduced herself as
Caitlin.  The limo whisked us away to the airport.  I presumed
Caitlin would put me on a red-eye flight.  To my surprise, we
went not to the international airport but a smaller, local
airport and I discovered that my plane was a corporate jet. 
WellToDo perhaps was truly well-to-do.  Caitlin accompanied me on
board and said she would serve as chef and masseuse, but that a
massage was the limit of intimacy I could expect from her.  She
had her own tiny cabin.

Caitlin gave me a wonderful massage as I settled down in my
queen-sized bed for the night.  I doubted very much I was going
to have red eyes in the morning.  When I woke she had fresh
fruit, yogurt, and granola ready for me -- my favorite breakfast!
 I briefly wonder how WellToDo had known, but then I remembered I
had served that breakfast to my protagonist in more than one of
my earlier stories.

As we were landing late the next morning Caitlin finally told me
where we were.  Let's just say it was the capital of a Third
World nation known for its natural beauty, pleasant climate, and
government corruption.

We walked a hundred yards from the jet to a helicopter, which in
a matter of minutes landed us on top of a luxury hotel.  Caitlin
escorted me down a flight of stairs to the penthouse suite.

At the door she said, "A room-service meal which we think you
will appreciate will be arriving shortly.  For further
instructions, check the TV in your bedroom periodically.  And, by
the way, those drinks on the flight contained something that
should let you get the most out of your experience."  She gave me
a significant smile as she turned to leave.

On entering I was in a spacious living room, and from there a
door led to a large bedroom with two enormous beds -- much wider
than they were long -- a kitchen, and a large and luxurious
bathroom.

The bedroom TV displayed the message, "Welcome!  Touch this
screen when you feel refreshed and ready for your experience to
begin."  The TV was unresponsive to the remote throughout my stay
and remained dark except when there was a message for me.

The journey had been if anything more refreshing than a night in
my own bed.  The room-service meal was exquisite, as Caitlin had
promised.

Shortly after my meal I touched the screen and the message
changed to tell me that my experience would begin in five
minutes.   As the minutes went by I got a bit anxious.  What did
WellToDo have in mind?  Since I had written a pedo story it would
not be too surprising if my guest would be an underage girl.  I
would be uncomfortable with a prostitute, but given all the
expense that WellToDo had already gone to, I expected it would be
someone special.

I heard the outside door open, and then the inner.  I barely had
time to take in the beautiful girl who walked in smiling when I
saw there was another one behind her.  And yet another!  When the
last one came through the door and shut it behind her there were
twelve little girls in my bedroom.  They were Caucasians and
reminded me of my own daughters and their friends as they had
been 15 years earlier.  Each wore a dress of a different pastel
hue, and each was beautiful and vibrant.

Because the country I was in was known for government corruption,
it seemed likely that WellToDo had paid off the relevant
officials so there would be no difficulties with the law.  In any
event, no sting operation would require more than a single girl.

I figured WellToDo must have really, really liked my story.

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They formed a line and each in turn smiled and curtseyed.

The TV then displayed a new message:  "Each of these girls is
here to play with you in any way you want.  They are good girls
and will not speak unless spoken to.  Use your creativity!  They
have some ideas too.  Each is labeled with further instructions."

Hmmm.  Labels.  I looked over the girl on the end.  I walked
around her and saw nothing obvious on the outside of her dress or
on her skin.  I peeked down the back of her dress and saw nothing
there.  I hesitated before peeking down the front of her dress.

That was not permitted under normal circumstances, so I was about
to cross the line into impropriety.  The sight of her flat chest
made me tingle with excitement, and sensing it she smiled at me.
But I saw no message there or on her chest or the inside of the
dress.  I asked her to please lift her dress up, and she did,
slowly, smiling.  There was nothing on her legs or the front of
her panties.  I had her turn around.  Nothing there either.  So I
slowly started tugging the panties down and looked inside.  There
on the inside of the cloth, right at the part that covered her
labia, were the instructions:

"She loves to be touched here inside her panties.  Her vagina is
big enough for one finger but not your penis."

I pulled up her panties and went on to the next, who held her
dress up.  I held the panties out from her front to read:

"She loves to be touched inside her panties, and adores a tongue.
 Her vagina is big enough that you can take her virginity if you
wish."

She looked like she should be close to puberty, but her body
showed no signs I could pinpoint.  Inside the next pair of
panties:

"She is a wonderful kisser.  The vagina in these panties may be
big enough for your penis, but it could hurt her.  Enter at her
discretion."

There was quite a variety, but each pair of panties held flesh
that wanted to be touched.  So after reading each message I
thrilled to slide my hand inside the panties and cup each smooth
pair of labia with my hand, often evoking a giggle.

This was going to be great.  I told them I would be open to their
suggestions, then I stripped to my underwear and lay on my side
on one of the beds and closed my eyes.

One girl nestled in behind me, and another wiggled into place in
front of me down at my knees.  Her hands started to explore
around my waist.  Another lay beside me face to face, with the
most gorgeous little face and blue eyes, blond hair, and smile. 
The kisser.  She gave me a sweet look of longing and slowly moved
in to kiss me, on one cheek, on the nose, but then on my lips.
Sensually, sweetly, innocently.  While these tender kisses went
on I couldn't see what was happening to the rest of me, but I
could feel it.

There were now two girls behind me.  One was up high, and she was
running her fingers through my hair, and kissing and licking my
shoulder and neck.  The girls down below started moving their
hands all over me, including between my thighs.  The girl in back
reached under the elastic between my legs to caress my testicles.

The girl in front was drawn to the part of me that was already
bulging inside the underpants.  First she stroked my penis
through the cloth, then pulled down the waistband just enough to
expose the tip.  I felt the sweetest, purest pleasure as she
formed a ring with her mouth to gently moisten the most sensitive
part:  the edges of the tip.  She didn't take it in her mouth
very far at all, and she licked with the tiniest, slowest
strokes.  It drove me wild.

I was kissing my gorgeous girl up top but another girl was trying
to get in on the action in a different way.  She descended with
her legs very far apart, so my gorgeous kisser and I found a pair
of smooth labia descending right above us.  My little kisser
followed my lead in putting up a hand to support one of her
thighs.  We gave each other a smile, then with her head the
kisser gently pushed mine aside and started pleasuring this
little girl.  She pushed her tongue between the labia,
continually moving up and down.  After a little while I nudged
her head out of the way to take my turn, imitating what she had
done. In the up and down motion we  paused at the top where her
clitoris was.  After several turns the girl started tensing and
panting.  Then the kisser wiggled her tongue really fast right at
her clitoris and the girl froze, poised exquisitely on the edge.
When I nudged my way in for my turn and wiggled really fast the
owner of the clitoris cried out with release and pleasure.  After
a bit she went limp and we gently pushed her up above our heads
to lie down and drift in her dreamy afterglow.  The kisser and I
smiled at each other, then went back to kissing.

Down below, the little girl kissing my penis had idled a bit
while the excitement was going on above, but now she and the girl
behind pulled my underpants down with a little help from me. 
Then they rolled me gently onto my back.  The girl who was
stroking my neck wriggled out of the way and switched to stroking
my right nipple.  My gorgeous little kissing girl raised one leg
over me so her crotch through her panties was rubbing against my
hip.  She went faster and faster, and as her own pleasure built
her beautiful face went slack and her eyes closed.  She climaxed
with a demure little "Ooo" then slid her leg off and snuggled
against me.

I could now see what was happening at the bottom of the bed.  A
girl appeared who I remembered as one of the ones whose vaginas
were off limits.  After teasing me by giving me a brief peek up
under her dress she lowered herself to her knees, one either side
of my hips.  The other two girls guided my throbbing penis up
under her dress and it stopped against some soft flesh.  The
kneeling girl then lifted her dress up and off in a single
motion.  I then saw my penis right at her vaginal opening.

The two took turns licking my penis and the girl's labia all in
one motion, gently opening her labia with their tongues, licking
her clitoris, sliding my tip in a little so it was between her
labia, nestled right at her opening.    The kneeling girl started
breathing in a ragged, irregular pattern.  I was feeling very
excited, near orgasm from the superb tongue work and the pressure
of the labia, and from seeing it all unfold.  Then the girl whose
labia I was between panted, in her little voice, "Can I speak,
sir?"  I nodded.  "Could you please ... give me a little
squirt... of sperm?  Please?"

I pushed up a little, she pushed down a lot, the tongues licked
furiously, her labia engulfed me and she pressed my penis right
at her vaginal opening and the tip went in a little bit.

I paused to savor what I saw.  Light and dark brown hair mops
shielded the two expert tongues.  My shaft rose and my straining,
bulging tip was as close to penetrating this girl's vagina as it
could go.  Her face was scrunched up in pleasure and desire.  As
my orgasm started possessing me I realized that this was one of
my lifelong fantasies.  I was ejaculating with my penis right at
the vaginal opening of a little girl. The first little glob of
semen shot right inside her little vagina.  On instinct I pulled
back just a little and thrust up again, driving the second huge
glob into her vagina as well, continuing until I had pulsed five
times into her.

She moaned and started to go limp.  Another little girl moved in
from behind and eased her off of me.  My milky sperm flowed out
of her.  The two who had been licking us caught the flow of my
seed in their fingers and rubbed it on their own labia.  Now
three little girls lay on the bed with me recovering from
orgasms.  I was happy to relax for a few minutes, enjoying a
number of little girl hands rubbing various parts of my body
gently and lovingly.

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When I got a little energy I looked at the other bed in the room.
 There was a pile of largely naked girls there doing things that
innocent little girls don't do.

Three girls lay in a row on their backs, each getting pleasured
from their other companions.  The girl on the left had little
breasts, and these had attracted the attention of another girl's
mouth.  But between her legs a head was buried, licking away as
the girl on her back gently moved her hips.  The girl in the
center was also benefiting from the attentions of a girl tonguing
her.  The girl on the right was getting two-handed attention from
another; one finger slid in and out while the other hand squeezed
rapidly right at her clitoris.

Aided by the gentle strokes my own attendants, my penis hardened
again watching this other bed full of sexy girldom.  I decided to
switch girl piles.

Two of the lickers were on their knees at the side of the bed,
and they both still had dresses on.  The middle one caught my
fancy and I reached up under her dress, following her silky
thighs to their juncture.  I found she still had panties on.  She
kept using her tongue on the other girl but wiggled her butt in
approval of my explorations.  I stroked the outside of the
panties between her legs, then worked my finger inside briefly.

To my right the girl who had a finger going into and out of her
was looking pretty excited.  She whispered to her attendant,
"That's nice, but your finger's too small". The other girl put a
second finger in but she said, "Still too small".  The girl with
the fingers inside looked around and saw my hard penis, and
looked back and forth between it and the girl she was inside.

The girl on her back saw and said, "Oh!  Yes, that's it". 
Looking at me she said, "Please, sir?!"

I looked at the panties that were still around one ankle.  It was
a case of her discretion.  So I gently pushed aside the girl who
was using her fingers and got oriented to this girl who was
begging for my penis.  She spread her legs wide apart and held
her labia open.  The little inner lips looked engorged and wet. 
I raised myself above her.

"I'm a big girl now.  I'm ready!"  I lowered the tip of my penis
to where her labia were open, and pushed in, feeling the tissues
press.  Then I felt them part a little bit.  The girl on her back
had her eyes wide, and said "Oh, thank you, thank you, more,
more!"

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes!"  I pushed a little deeper and the tissues gave more and I
felt my tip slide past the ring of muscles.  My penis was right
where it longed to be and my desire to lunge into her was fierce.
 But I was gentle.  Her face was scrunched up in some combination
of pain and pleasure, but she said "Deeper!" And so with little
ins and outs more and more of my penis disappeared inside of her.
 Her eyes opened and she beamed at me as she saw the shaft of my
penis gradually disappearing from view -- into her body.

Then I bumped against the end of her vagina.  And when I did that
she moaned with obvious pleasure, then I withdrew an inch or so
slowly, and pushed in again, and each time I hit the end she
moaned louder.  All my systems were go.  She had used her
discretion to invite me in, and I was in as far as I could go.  I
had already ejaculated right into the vaginal opening of one
girl, and here was another sexy girl below me, and this time I
was buried to the hilt.  I felt the glow and the tingling.  From
the pleading look on her face I could see she was holding back
her climax for me, so I gave a flurry of strokes.  It set in
motion my ejaculation and one final time I pressed in all the
way, and a little more for good measure, and that time she
screamed "Yes!" as I went into ecstasy, pulse after pulse of
semen shooting up inside her.  I slowed, then slid out as I
flopped off her onto my back, landing partly on the girl to her
right.

Most of the girls on the bed had been watching our mating
intently.  One whispered to her, "Did it hurt to have that huge
thing in you?"  And the girl with my sperm frothing inside her
shook her head decisively.

Girls were reaching in to get a chance to touch me, some finding
my testicles and my slick penis.  A few slow and luxurious
strokes were like CPR and it rose again.  Whatever Caitlin had
put in my drink was giving me much more sexual stamina than I
could usually muster.  I was about to slide into another girl,
though I wasn't yet sure which one, and I had no doubt I was
going to shoot her full of sperm too.

The girl who I was partly on top of whined, "My turn, my turn!"
before realizing she had been indecorous.  She whispered,
"Please, kind sir, I would crave a visit from that big, strong
organ right up between my legs."

I turned over on top of her.  "Are you sure?" I asked, and she
nodded without hesitation.  Once again my tip went between her
labia and against her vaginal opening.  I pushed.  The flesh
strained inward.  I pushed harder, and it strained inward but did
not budge.  "You're not big enough", I said.

"Yes I am!  You did it to her, now it's my turn!"  Lust had led
her to abandon the whispered "please" approach.

"Where are your panties?"  A girl reached down and handed them to
me.  It said it was her discretion if she really wanted to.  I
sniffed the inside, where the writing was, and closed my eyes and
the luscious smell made me smile.  The girls giggled.

I pressed again but got in no further.  "No, too small,"  I shook
my head, though I left my penis right where it was.  I was aching
to force my way in, but knew I shouldn't.

"It's not fair!"

The girl whose vagina I had already coated with my semen said
"Maybe you're just not as sexy".

The girl beneath me countered with, "No, he's just worn out".

I guess she really wanted it.  I wouldn't let a little girl think
I was worn out.  I got us into position so I could exert maximum
force.  I had her spread her legs spread wide and hold her knees,
making her vagina as accessible as possible.  I grabbed her hips
and gave a mighty shove and felt my penis wedge into the tight
space.  The girl yelped and her eyes got moist, but she said
"Deeper, please, deeper!"

My penis disappeared inside her faster than the other girl. 
Although it was very tight, I didn't hit the end the way I had
with the first one.  My penis just kept going in deeper and
deeper until our pubic bones ground together.

"Ooo, it's so big and WONDERFUL!"  I withdrew a couple inches and
slid in again, and again.  The other girls were all around us,
watching.  One set of fingers was touching my testicles, another
was touching her clitoris.  And I saw the very hilt of my penis
against this little girl's labia, stretched very tight.  I gasped
to feel my orgasm building, slid out a couple inches, then rammed
in fast with a big "Unnnh!" and the instant our pubic bones
ground together, with my tip way up inside her, the first spurt
erupted in her deepest recesses.  She screamed with pleasure.

As I slid off of her I said I was pretty tired.  The girls were
understanding, and their gentle strokes all over my body relaxed
me.  But soon some of those gentle strokes started finding my
penis, and I didn't object.  There the relaxation gave way to
warmth, to hardness, and to lust.  The next of the three girls I
had originally found on their backs tapped me on the arm.

"Ummmm.  When you...  Could you..." she stammered, her eyes
glancing down at my twitching member.

"Are you feeling left out, sweetie?"

She nodded, looking a little sheepish.

She was the one with the breasts.  She had a pretty face, and
looked deliciously bashful and sweet.  So I rolled on top of her
and took a minute to suck each of her burgeoning nipples, making
her sigh and moan.

I returned my attention to the area between her legs, and her
anticipation grew as she held herself wide open.  My penis glided
into her more easily than the others.  She grinned when she felt
me all the way in, "Oh, sir, I need this so much!  I need your
huge thing!"

So I lay down on top of her, covering her completely, and put one
hand around behind each of her little buttocks, and I stroked in
and out slowly but firmly for a good long while.  I was a male
mating with my female and it felt very good to go in and out in
accord with out mutual fervent wishes.  Sex:  one of the original
win-win propositions.  I pumped her solidly, enjoying the silky
hot grasp of her vagina.  I heard little cries and moans from a
few of the other girls as they were obviously excited by what
they saw and were doing something arousing with themselves or
each other.

After ten minutes I felt the girl who I was enveloping and who
was enveloping me get tense, and she said, "Oh, please fuck me
deep!  Fuck me harder!" before catching herself and looking
mortified, realizing she was using dirty words.

Without stopping my gentle thrusting I smiled at her and said, "A
little girl like you shouldn't know words like that!"

"Sorry," she said, looking down bashfully.  "Will you still keep
doing it until you put the stuff up in me?"  She looked
concerned.

I pretended to weigh the matter.  "OK, I will."  Her pleasure
built faster than mine.  I raised my face a little and locked
into her dreamy, innocent eyes, set in her gorgeous sweet face as
she squeaked out the pleasure of her orgasm.  It was time to
finished my mating, so I let myself go, pumping faster and
feeling the her hot, wet, hugging innards beg me to spurt up
inside her.  Just as I passed the point of no return and the
fluids were mixing within me, she raised her head and whispered
in my ear, "Please ejaculate inside me, sir."  Pleasure soaked my
brain, my body glowed and clutched, my pelvis surged inside, and
I shot my globs of semen up into her deep.

Whatever Caitlin had put in my drinks on the plane was not only
keeping my organ hard and ready, it was making the pleasure grow
with each mating to the point where it was indescribable.

But while my organ recovered promptly, the rest of me was tired.
I was out of breath and my muscles sore.  Whatever drugs had been
in my drinks seemed to do nothing for that.  I had an idea.

"I'm tired, but my penis is hungry to get into all of you --
well, nine of you anyway.  I'm going to lie here on my back, and
whenever my penis is hard, any girl who wants to impale herself
on me should -- please!"

So a bit like the queen in the beehive, I had girls at me from
every angle, whispering in my ears, kissing my neck, licking my
chest, even licking my toes.  Several girls slid my middle finger
of one hand or the other up their vaginas and I felt the delicate
hot slick tissues pump up and down on me.

My penis kept rising again, sometimes coaxed back to life by a
small mouth enveloping it.  It always reached its peak hardness
at the prospect of another naked little girl with her private
parts all glistening and hot, waiting for a chance to impale
herself and feel her feminine urges satisfied.

And so they all did, one by one, as an hour went by, and I
watched as they forced my penis into them all the way.  And every
time I answered the girl's feminine urges with my little spurt of
semen and a heavenly wash of orgasmic pleasure.  I noticed that
the girl with the tiny breasts took a second turn, engulfing me
again to fulfill her need once more.

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There finally came a major lull.  I asked for a show of hands of
girls who had not had my penis in them all the way.  Three raised
their hands, the three whose panty labels had indicated their
vaginas were off limits.

I had absorbed all the labeling I needed to, and most of these
sweet girls had parted ways with their panties long before.  They
rapidly heeded my suggestion to dispense with all clothing.  We
all stayed naked for the rest of our time together.

One girl mentioned that she was getting hungry, and it turned out
we all were.

"First, the bathroom," I said.  We all fit in the large room
easily.  First I stood and let go a mighty stream into the
toilet, which they watched respectfully, some giggling.  I told
the girls that I really loved to see girls pee, so I sat on the
floor facing the toilet as each girl in turn sat and promptly let
her stream go.  Like magic the pee materialized from nowhere,
flooding through her labia.  I took a couple sheets of toilet
paper and wiped each one.  A few teased me and wouldn't go right
away.

I found this all very exciting and had a throbbing erection when
we were all done.  I said I wanted them to watch what had been
happening for me when my penis was way up inside most of them, so
they crowded around as I stood up and jerked myself -- the memory
of all that peeing and the sight of all these naked girls meant I
needed only a couple jerks, and gave a big "aaah" as I sent a few
splats flying across the room onto the mirror, then a couple more
on the floor.  Whatever drug they gave me on the plane was very
effective indeed.

We then all washed our hands for dinner.

I went to explore what the kitchen held.  It had a water fountain
that arced a stream of chocolate milk instead of water.  It had
two giant chocolate cakes, two large tubs of chocolate ice cream
in the freezer, and two jars of chocolate fudge sauce that I
promptly heated in the microwave.  There were no napkins or
silverware.

They looked at me expectantly.  "Wait," I said.

I put the bowls of food on the warm marble floor, and motioned
over my little blue-eyed kisser, and we all sat.  It was a cozy
fit for the twelve of us.  I couldn't resist a long, slow kiss
with that little sweetheart, then I pulled off a piece of
chocolate cake with my hand.  She focused her blue eyes on me
adoringly and opened wide as I put it in her mouth.  Most but not
all fit.  I then dug out a lump of ice cream, which started
melting in my hand as I put it in her mouth, and finally took a
palmful of the fudge sauce, which she licked out of my hand as
she chewed the cake and ice cream combination.

I could almost hear the rumbling stomachs of the girls
impatiently waiting around me, then proclaimed, "OK, dig in, but
there's one rule:  you can't feed yourself, get someone else to
feed you.  And let's stay quiet."

The injunction to stay quiet kept endless giggles from erupting
into bedlam -- just barely.  These girls all enjoyed the
sensuality of eating with hands, making messes, regressing to a
time when that was a real temptation.  A variety of little hands
in front of different chocolate-smudged smiling faces pushed food
into me.

When hunger was satisfied the fun began in earnest.  The cake and
ice cream ended up in hair, faces, toes, backs.  As the nutrition
aspect of the situation became secondary, the focus went to the
warm fudge sauce.  It went everywhere, but especially on nipples
and between the girls' legs.  My penis got spread with the stuff
repeatedly, all promptly licked away.  Gooey fragrant chocolate
slathered on labia became a real hit.  When a girl covered her
labia with the stuff and wagged her crotch in front of me, I
couldn't resist licking it off.  I made sure I had every last bit
of chocolate flavor out of every corner of her labia, with
special attention to that little button towards the top, and more
than one girl sighed and shuddered.

We were all covered in chocolate.  It was 9pm by then and all of
the girls were looking a little droopy, so it was time to head
for bed.  But a major cleanup was needed first.  "Bath time!" I
said.

There were toothbrushes and toothpaste for all, and without
prompting these delightful little creatures each tended to that
chore.

The bath would have been impractical and taken a long time, so I
decided we would all take showers.

I first cleaned myself off and then invited in one girl at a
time.   I washed each little darling's hair and soaped her up all
over and rinsed her, then had her lift one leg high in the air to
the side so I could spread her labia and be extra sure she was
clean there.  Then I stepped out of the shower with each girl and
dried her before taking the next into the shower with me.

There were six amazingly quiet hair dryers for them to share. 
"When your hair is dry, go wait on the sofas in the living room."

As the last girl flopped onto a living room sofa, I began
carrying them to bed.  As I cradled each in my arms she draped
her arms around my neck and snuggling against me.  I lay each one
down in bed and kissed her goodnight.  I got seven girls in one
of the huge beds, then put five in the other before sliding in
past two girls to be in the middle.

So by 10pm, a respectable bedtime for little girls on a special
night, the lights went out.  After the excitement of the day we
were all soon asleep.

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I slept a couple hours but woke up around midnight.  A sweet
little girl was snuggled against one side, another against the
other.  My erection had risen, and as I lay there it got very
hard and my lust built.

I had an idea.  First, I remembered that sometimes you wake up
little girls in the night to take them to the bathroom to pee so
they won't wet the bed.  None of these girls was that young, but
it's the idea that counts.  So I lifted a sleeping girl in my
arms, the one with the hint of breasts.  She snuggled against me
on the way to the bathroom, which was lit only by a dim
nightlight.  I sat her on the toilet and she groggily did a
little more pee for me and I wiped her gently.

"Sweetie, would you like a little more sex?"  She glanced at my
stiff member, smiled and shivered with anticipation.  I lifted
her from the toilet and sat her on the edge of the sink shelf,
with her legs wide apart.  The wall to the left of the sink shelf
was mirrored, and I could her small body and my much larger
muscular one.  It was especially exciting to watch the reflection
of my twitching organ glide towards the spot between her legs.  I
slid gently into her vagina, open and ready right at the edge of
the counter.

I didn't slide in very far.  She was still lubricated inside from
the doses of sperm I had given her earlier. I glided back and
forth with slow, very small strokes, the pleasure intense and
building quickly.  I trembled as I shot her full of more sperm,
the intensity of the pleasure accented by the quiet room, the
small strokes, and the dim light.

After catching my breath and my balance I lifted her in my arms
again, and she kissed my cheek.  I laid her back in bed, where
she promptly fell asleep.  I dozed but woke in fifteen minutes,
horny again.  My male animal did not want to pass up all these
sleek vaginas tucked up demurely between the legs of these clean
and delightful little girls.

I took another girl in for peeing and re-insemination, and this
one leaned her head against me as I pressed my member gently but
insistently into her.  After getting her settled I dozed but soon
woke to take another, and then another.  For the three with the
smaller vaginas, I jerked myself off with little strokes and
pressed against their little vaginal openings to shoot the semen
inside them.

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The girls woke first in the morning and headed out to the living
room to play and whisper quietly -- and have more sex with each
other.  I was tired, having spent half the night mating with each
of them in turn.

The TV came on with its soothing tone.  "Room service will
shortly deliver a breakfast.  The girls need to leave at noon." 
And then in smaller letters at the bottom it said, "You can keep
as many pairs of panties as you want as souvenirs."

With the staff due to deliver the room service carts, I called
all the girls back to the bedroom and closed the door.  It would
not do for any of the hotel staff to see any of my little
darlings without clothes on.

We dug in:  Eggs, pancakes, waffles, fruit, yogurt, cereal,
toast, juice, bacon, sausage, bagels, lox, cream cheese, a half
dozen cold cereals and more I'm forgetting.  Since we had had
nothing but cake and ice cream and hot fudge for supper the night
before, we all took seconds and thirds.

Once again the girls all brushed their teeth without being told.

There was a room off the back of the bathroom that I hadn't
noticed before.  It contained a Jacuzzi, big enough for all of
us.  The naked girls found that if they positioned themselves
with a jet of water squirting between their legs, the jet would
massage their clitorises even better than a warm tongue.  
Several treated themselves to heavenly orgasms.

I was starting to miss my little dears already, and wanted to
slide into them all one more time.  So I groped below the water
to find a set of little girl parts and pressed them down against
my rock-hard penis.  When the first realized what was poking her
under the water, she squealed and grinned and pushed down to
impale herself on me.  When the others got wind of this submarine
coition each waited for her turn, though often a bit impatiently.
 Maybe Caitlin's cocktail was wearing off.  I wasn't going to be
able to come in all of them.  I decided to make do with several
long strokes in and out of each girl's vagina.  As usual I
nuzzled against but did not penetrate the virgin three.  My
excitement built.  The last girl I took was my little kisser, and
once I was inside her we stared into each other's eyes but did
not kiss.  I had been teasing myself with the brief forays into
the other vaginas, but now I was going to let myself go.  I did
some extra strokes in her and as my animal passion grew I finally
erupted, my final lunge lifting my impaled girl a foot so most of
her body came out of the water.  As she felt that mighty surge
she came too.  I twitched a dozen shots into her, one of the most
intense orgasms of my life.

I got out of the tub first and invited them out one by one.  I
dried each lovingly and planted a farewell kiss on each set of
labia.

They dressed themselves and then I had them come see me in the
bedroom one by one.  I whispered to each girl that I wanted her
panties, so each held still and smiled or giggled as I reached up
under her dress to pull them down.  I wanted all twelve pairs.

I sat on a chair at the door leading out to the anteroom for my
final goodbyes.  I offered each girl a hug, and each returned it
eagerly, then each gave me a slow kiss on the lips and thanked me
with the innocent, affectionate honesty common in little girls.

The last one was my little kisser, who had a tear in her eye as
she gave me one final smile before closing the door behind her.

I returned to my bedroom, tired but very happy.  The TV read:

"Sleep as long as you like.  Upon an hour's notice Caitlin will
escort you to your helicopter."

After I had slept a good long while I gave the requisite notice.
The TV came on once again.

"I eagerly look forward to your next story --WellToDo"


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