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 The following story is a work of fiction.  Its contents are of a
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts
between underage partners.  Any resemblance to persons either alive or dead
is purely coincidental.  This story is intended for ADULTS only.  If you
are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction, or if you
are easily offended, kindly STOP READING NOW.

   Sleep Over - by - The StoryMaster

   I watched the two girls closely from the kitchen window.  They were out
picking blackberries in the little overgrown paddock area west of the
stable, and although a fairly good distance separated us, I could plainly
see when Laura raised her arm to her forehead.  She looked wobbly on her
feet.  Seconds later, her friend, Christi reached out and grabbed the fence
to steady herself.  Glancing at my watch, I made a mental note of the time
as I headed for the front hall.  It was three-thirty in the afternoon.

   "Lynn," I called as I approached the livingroom door.  "Lynn," I said
more softly as upon entering the room, I saw that my wife was slumped over
on the sofa.  "The stuff sure works fast," I commented under my breath then
silently thanked my friend and pharmacist who'd provided me with the fast
acting sedative.

   "One cc per one hundred pounds of body weight," he'd told me.  "The
compound is tasteless and can be mixed into any liquid.  And best of all,
the effects will last for approximately eight to ten hours," he assured me.

   After picking up the empty glass which had fallen to the carpet when she
swooned, I swung my wife's long legs onto the couch so she'd be more
comfortable.  "Sleep tight," I murmured.  "I have a date with your sister
and her little friend."

   I found the two girls about where I thought I would.  They'd obviously
started back for the house when they began to feel woozy, for no sooner
than I opened the back door, I spotted my sister-in-law, Laura, lying in
the grass about ten yards away.  As I approached her, I noticed that her
pretty friend, Christi lay in the path just outside the gate.  Both girls
appeared to be out cold.

   Since she was the farther away of the two, I decided to collect Laura's
friend first.  Christi Parks, her name was.  Christi was a lovely young
girl about eleven or twelve years of age, slim of figure, with long, golden
blond hair and blue eyes.  She was light as a feather as I scooped her up
in my arms and carried her toward the house.  Her small body was soft and
warm, and as I gazed down at the peaceful expression on her face her subtle
perfume delighted my senses.  After carrying Christi upstairs and
depositing her onto my king-size bed, I returned for Laura.

   Laura Granger had just recently turned thirteen and needless to say was
quite proud of being a teenager.  She was a reasonably pretty girl with
expressive brown eyes, a pretty mouth, and she had a cute band of light
freckles that bridged her nose from cheek to cheek.  Her soft sandy brown
hair was cut in a sort of page boy style which nicely complimented the
roundness of her face.  What intrigued me most about my sister-inlaw,
however, was the fact that Laura was, to put it politely, a rather large
girl.  Actually, I preferred a more slender figure, and had never been with
a heavy girl before.  So, in addition to the rather tender ages of my
perspective playmates, I was quite curious as to what Laura would be like.
Of course, the thought of lying beside the lovely Miss Parks excited me to
no end as well, and I was certain that we would all three have a very nice
evening.  I'd been with a few young girls in my time, but none so young as
these two, and my expectations were high.  But first, I needed to get my
ample sister-in-law inside, upstairs and into my bed, and that would prove
to be a bit of a challenge.

   "Let's have a look at you, Laura," I murmured.  Placing one hand onto
her hip and the other on her shoulder farthest from me, I prepared to roll
the unconscious girl toward me.  "Jesus, you're a hefty young lady, Laura,
my dear," I groaned under my breath as I labored to move her.  Her flesh
was warm and rather flabby to the touch, but exceptionally soft.  When at
last she lay face up in the grass, I took a moment to study her sleeping
form, and to plan my next move.  Judging from her physical size, and the
difficulty I'd experienced in rolling her, I estimated that my sleeping
sister-in-law weighed over one hundred pounds.

   Laura was perhaps five foot, three or four inches tall.  She had fairly
narrow shoulders, and broad hips, and were she to lose about thirty pounds
or so, she might have had a reasonably attractive figure.  As it was,
however, the rather unflattering yellow tee shirt and bright orange stretch
pants Laura wore tended to accentuate her size and emphasize the fact that
her waist was virtually nonexistent.  Her tee shirt, which looked to be too
small for her, revealed the contours of developing breasts, but it was
impossible to say at this juncture how much was breast and how much was
fat. As I allowed my eyes to travel downward over Laura's plump belly, I
began to have doubts as to whether or not I could even lift her.

   As I stared thoughtfully at my sister-in-law's heavy thighs, a thought
crossed my mind.  "I wonder just how effective this drug really is?" I knew
it was fast.  My wife and the two girls were out cold in less that twenty
minutes, and Christi hadn't stirred at all on the way up to my bedroom. 
There was no reason to rush things.  We had all night.  "Why not have a
little fun out here in the fresh air," I reasoned.  "Let's just see if
anybody's home," I whispered, smiling down at my "rolly-polly"
sister-in-law.

   I began by placing my hand ever so gently onto the top of Laura's thigh
just above the knee.  Then keeping a close eye on her face for any signs
that she might be regaining consciousness, I carefully drew my hand up her
leg, slowly migrating to the inside of her thigh as I neared her crotch. 
Halting my progress momentarily, I took the opportunity to reach across to
Laura's other leg.  Then after sliding my hand carefully under her knee,
with some discrete pushing and pulling, I managed to coax her legs apart
slightly.  Laura didn't resist or give me any indication that she was
anything other than soundly asleep, so I decided to press on.  After
pausing for a moment to gently massage the soft flesh of her inner thigh, I
put my hand on her.

   The cool fall air whispered through the trees, and in the distance a
dove called to its mate.  Inside my wife of five years lay slumbering on
the livingroom sofa, and upstairs in my big bed, young Christi Parks
awaited me.  The sun show down warmly on Laura and me there in the back
yard of my country house.  For a second I thought I noticed a tiny twinkle
from under her heavy eye lids, as I pressed my hand firmly into young
Laura's crotch.  At thirteen years of age, I had to assume that this was
her first time being touched by anyone in any sort of meaningful way, and
that twinkle in her eye that I'm pretty sure I saw was indicative of the
fact that although she was heavily sedated, my sister-in-law knew somehow
that she was being handled.

   "It was a special day for both of us, actually," I thought to myself as
I slowly palpated the abundant softness between Laura's thighs.  Even
through her clothing I could feel the rasping of her pubic covering beneath
my hand.  "It was probably Laura's first time being touched, and my first
time with a plump little thirteen year old," I thought contentedly, as I
gazed around at the peaceful scenery of my backyard.  Autumn was just
around the corner.  Already the air was clear, and the sky was a lighter
shade of pale.

   "Well," I said after sitting there for a few more minutes, daydreaming
while I rubbed my young sister-in-law slowly and firmly.  "As pleasant as
this may be, Laura, my dear, I think we'd both be more comfortable
upstairs," I murmured as I reluctantly removed my hand from between her
legs.  "Let's see if we can get you up." I slid my hand softly up her
nubile body to her breasts.  She didn't appear to be wearing a brassiere,
and squeezing ever so gently, I discovered that indeed, Laura was beginning
to blossom.  Part of what I felt beneath her cotton tee shirt was baby fat,
but under that soft, fleshy mass there lay the firmer tissue of her
developing mammary glands.  Again I paused to appreciate the tenderness of
the moment, but soon decided that time was wasting, and besides, there was
another little princess who also awaited my loving attentions.

   Laura weighed more than I guessed, and in her unconscious state, she was
extremely difficult to move.  The entire operation took close to thirty
minutes, and it wasn't pretty, to say the least, but persistence paid off.
Before long I stood at the end of my bed winded and breathing hard, and
before me lay my two lovely young ladies, one large and one small.

   Christi Parks had been the object of my dreams and desires for quite
some time.  She was the daughter of a friend of mine, and I'd known her
since she was a little girl.  Moving to her side of the bed, I sat down
beside the gorgeous little blond, and for several moments I simply gazed at
the miniature perfection of her.  I'd seen Christi in a bathing suit on
more than one occasion and knew that her figure was immaculate.  The sweet
child had broad shoulders, and as the years passed, I watched the baby fat
disappear from her tiny waist, and her hips take on those enticing curves
of womanhood.  Eventually her posture improved as Christi, like all young
ladies her age, gradually became aware of herself.  Already she was
beginning to exercise that "power of pretty", albeit unwittingly most of
the time.  Christi Parks knew very well that she was attractive and was
just beginning to recognize the fact that she was accumulating an entourage
of admirers, of which I was one.  What made this occasion even more special
was that for years Christi had, had an obvious crush on me, and now I would
have the chance to reciprocate.

   Christi's mother was quite attractive in her own right, and taught her
lovely young daughter how to dress in such a way as to embellish upon her
natural good looks.  Unlike poor Laura who appeared "thrown together", so
to speak, it was obvious that Christi gave much more thought to her outward
appearance.  Today for example, she wore a little white sleeveless tee
shirt with delicate lace edged straps at the shoulders and a tiny white
satin bow in the center of the neck line.  To compliment the attractive
tee, Christi had chosen a pair of nicely cut blue jeans which hugged her
hips, further enhancing their already exquisite shape.  The waist of the
designer jeans was cut quite low such that an enticing bit of her tummy was
visible between the hem of her tee shirt and the narrow silver metal belt
she wore around her hips.  The ensemble was made complete by a pair of chic
looking running shoes.

   I started with her shoes.  Carefully untying them both, I slipped them
off her delicate feet followed by the booty style athletic socks with the
little puff balls at the heels.  Taking one of Christi's small bare feet in
my hands, I gently caressed her, reveling in her warmth.  Then suddenly I
was overwhelmed by the urge to kiss her.  Sliding nearer the head of the
bed, I leaned over the lovely child.  Then as I slowly lowered my lips to
hers I took a moment to breathe in a draft of her fresh nubile scent. 
Words can scarcely express the supremely electrifying sensations I
experienced when our lips met for the first time.  Christi's heady perfume
permeated my very soul as I pressed my mouth softly against hers.

   I didn't really count the fact that two years earlier on Christmas Eve,
I'd gotten the opportunity to kiss Christi, because that had been nothing
more than an innocent peck on the lips.  She hadn't expected it though, and
I was rewarded with a blush of epic proportions.  Even though it had been
only a fleeting moment in time, it had been quite special for me, and ever
since I'd longed for another such opportunity.  And now as I slowly traced
the edge of her upper lip with the tip of my tongue, I experienced a sense
of fulfillment like nothing I've felt before or since.

   After a few blissfully erotic moments, I sat up reluctantly and gazed
down upon my young beauty.  Christi was also starting to bloom.  Two little
points pressed bravely upward against the inside of her pretty tee shirt,
causing the soft cotton to mold to their delicate shape.  This magnificent
unfolding had begun just this past summer, and Christi was as proud of
those two tiny cones of femininity as anyone could be.  Every opportunity
she got to display them, she took, refusing to wear a training bra as her
mother asked her to do.  I of course, approved whole heartedly of her
decision, and was gratified to see that she was sticking to it.

   Ever so carefully, I touched the very tip of one of those small points
of cotton with the tip of my left index finger.  Christi seemed to be
content with my initial touch, so I began to rub my finger tip over the
soft cotton in small, slow circles until like magic, I felt a tiny,
slightly harder nubbin begin to form at the tip of the petite cone beneath
the cotton.

   With a smile, I took my hand away and breathed a contented sigh.  Soon I
would come to know this precious child better than anyone in her life. 
Glancing over at my slumbering sister-in-law, I murmured, "What do you
girls say, we take a minute to get more comfortable?" Then with a chuckle I
added, "I think that would be a grand idea."

   The skin of Christi's tummy was marvelously soft and warm against the
backs of my fingers as I busied myself with the top button of her jeans.  I
kept my eyes locked on her face in the unlikely event that she might come
around, but in my mind's eye, I imagined what the luscious little blond
would look like once she was unencumbered by clothing.  "Would she be
smooth and tender, or would she have a little fur?" I wondered as I
unzipped her jeans.  "How old are you, Christi, sweetheart?" I whispered as
I gently tugged her fly open, revealing the top of her white cotton
panties. I knew that she was at least eleven, but I seemed to remember her
mentioning a birthday not long ago.  I was daydreaming again as I stared
down with unseeing eyes at her flawless little belly above the waist band
of her panties.

   Then suddenly, and quite unexpectedly, I again felt compelled to kiss
her.  Leaning down, I kissed Christi on her tummy just above her panties.
It was like pressing my lips to warm silk, so soft was her skin.  With each
kiss, I pressed my lips and nose against her tender belly, then I rolled my
cheek against her soft skin, and began to nibble at the waist band of her
panties.  Using just my fingertips, I carefully lifted that tiny elastic
band, and out of the corner of my eye closest to her tummy, I peaked
beneath Christi's panties.  I couldn't see much, because the available
light was attenuated by the heavier material of her blue jeans, but away in
the dimness, at the end of an expanse of creamy smooth belly, I could just
make out the rise of her pubic arch.

   "Oh, my, C.C.," I whispered with my lips against her soft skin.  Her
initials were "C.C." and stood for Christi Cunningham.  It was my pet name
for her.  Lifting her panties a little higher, I moved downward with my
lips, kissing her softly and nibbling at her tummy with pursed lips.  Then
to my never ending delight, a bouquet so intoxicating that it made my head
spin wafted upward to greet me.  So rich and heady and laden with moisture
was that aroma that I became instantly drunk with pleasure.

   Then I was seized by a desire as powerful as anything I have ever
experienced.  I'd fully intended to take my time with the two girls,
stripping them slowly so as to relish every thrilling detail, but at that
moment, the need to witness the source of that magical fragrance far
outweighed any previous notions I might have had.  As though I were in a
trance, I raised my lips from Christi's soft skin.  My fingers moved as
though they were connected to the hand of a stranger as they tugged the two
sides of her fly open a little bit more.  Then carefully grasping the thin
elastic band I watched my own hands stretch the soft cotton away from
Christi's tummy and downward.

   I only discovered that I was holding my breath when in order to gasp at
the exquisite site my eyes beheld, I was forced to exhale.  My mouth opened
and closed slowly, but no words escaped my lips as I gazed speechlessly
down at the small triangular treasure I'd uncovered.  If the truth be
known, mere words seemed grossly inadequate to express the extent of my
delight at the time.  I shall, however, for the sake of this tale, attempt
to describe to you the delicate beauty I beheld that afternoon so many
years ago.

   I've always fancied myself a pretty fair judge of what a young lady's
pubic attributes will be based upon her height, weight and a few other
factors.

   "That's easy!" you might say.  "A thin girl will be thin and a heavy
girl more substantial."

   And you would be correct in most instances, but like everything else in
life, there are exceptions to every rule.  Take oriental girls, for
example. I've seen youngsters who were thin to the point of appearing
malnourished, yet between their skinny thighs lay vulva of remarkable
proportions.  I've learned through experience that nothing is engraved in
stone when it comes to the female of our species.  She can always surprise
you, no matter how well you think you know her, and that surprise can often
be exceptionally gratifying.

   I had Christi pegged as a bit of a late bloomer.  Her waist length blond
hair was thick and luxurious, but her forearms were practically devoid of
any hair at all.  Usually it is a young lady's arm hair that's indicative
of what we will find farther down.  Also, being somewhat slight of figure,
I assumed that Christi would be endowed thus in the area of her external
reproductive genitalia.  I apologize for speaking so clinically about such
a ravishing sight, but I was so thoroughly surprised by what I saw when I
exposed Christi to the light of day for the first time, that even today I
have a hard time describing her.

   Her legs were together, for in my haste, I'd neglected to spread the
youngster.  Expecting to see somewhat thin labia majora in light of the
fact that Christi had rather long, slim legs.  You can imagine my surprise
when my eyes beheld two full, well rounded lips pressed tightly together.
The dark cleft between these two pouty mounds was well defined and plainly
visible, even though she was not entirely without a pubic covering.  To the
contrary, the lovely Miss Parks was blessed with precious little tuft of
soft pubic curls in the shape of a triangle which graced the prominent
pubic arch I'd seen during my preliminary peek into her panties.  The
bottom tip of this golden triangle just touched the top of her carnal
valley while the two sides reached about half way across her mons to either
side of center.  The fur of this delicious delta was as soft as silk which
I quickly discovered by brushing my lips and nose across it.

   It was at that moment that Christi gave the first indication that at
least subconsciously she might have been aware that something was not as it
should be.  As I pressed my lips into her silken fur for the second time,
she moaned softly, and I felt her shift her hips slightly.  Then when I
grasped a few of those soft curls between my lips and tugged playfully, she
raised her right arm off the surface of the bed and slapped me weakly in
the side of the head with her hand in an unconscious effort to cover and
protect herself.

   "Shh...shhh...shhh," I whispered as I raised up from her.  Then after
carefully allowing her panties fall back into place, I took her wrist and
guided her errant hand back to her side.  I kissed her tummy once, then
once again.  It was time to let Christi rest for awhile.  Leaving her jeans
unbuttoned, I got up off the bed and moved to the other side.  It was
Laura's turn to have some fun.

   Taking a seat beside the slumbering thirteen year old, I didn't hesitate
to put my hand on her right away.  Then I rubbed her for a few minutes
while I considered my next move.  I could tell that my young sister-in-law
was a big girl down there, but being the first heavy girl I would be with,
I had no way of knowing just how much of what I felt through her clothing
was really Laura and how much was simply fat.  It was time for some further
exploration.  After removing my hand from her, I went about tugging Laura's
shirt tail out of her stretch pants, thereby exposing her pudgy belly.  Her
skin was pale but very soft.  Next I lifted Laura's right knee, bending her
heavy leg until her foot rested on the surface of the bed a few inches from
her ample bottom.  Then carefully, I allowed her leg to fall to the side.
Repeating the procedure with her left leg, I soon had my sister-in-law
spread open and ready for inspection.

   "OK, my dear.  Let's have a look at you," I muttered as I slipped my
fingers under the waist band of her stretch pants.  The garment was already
rather tight on Laura, but fortunately there was adequate stretch in the
elastic to allow me to pull the front of her pants far enough away from her
belly so I could peek inside.  Under her bright orange pants Laura wore
what had to be the biggest pair of panties I had ever seen.  They were made
of a lacy material and came all the way up to her belly button.  I lifted
the waist of her panties with my other hand, and suddenly, there she was.

   A sense of incredible power washed over me as I looked into my
sister-in-law's underwear.  Thanks to the wonders of chemistry, I had the
opportunity and the means to do whatever I wanted with Laura, and it was my
intention to examine her very thoroughly.  By the time my sweet
sister-in-law regained consciousness sometime tomorrow morning, I would
know intimate little secrets about her that not many others were privy to.
Already, for example, I knew that Laura had a somewhat sparse covering of
sandy brown curls which covered the majority of her ample vulva.  Again I
watched her face as without further ado, I reached into her panties with my
free hand.

   There is something special about that first touch.  In addition to the
very pleasant physical sensations of warmth and moisture associated with
delving into a young lady's panties, there is also a certain degree of
finality to the act, and as I placed my hand onto Laura I too experienced a
sense of closure, as though my sister-in-law and I now shared a very
special bond between us.

   Laura was indeed a big girl.  Whereas Christi looked to be perhaps three
fingers wide at best, my young sister-in-law, at just thirteen years of
age, was quite a bit wider than the palm of my hand.  From what I could
discern from a purely tactile initial examination, Laura's labia majora
were ponderous and heavy.  Happily, however, the flesh was resilient to the
touch rather than flabby and loose as I'd feared, and even with her thighs
spread widely apart, her meaty lips seemed to resist further exploration
past those hefty gates.  I was determined to pass, however, and fortunately
the sedative drug seemed to be performing as advertised, because I was
forced to push rather hard in order to worm my middle finger between
Laura's outer lips.  Progress was slow, but at last my finger slid in
deeper.  As I felt her heavy lips close around my intruding digit, I
remarked to myself that I should have found Laura's labia minora by now. 
Granted, she was a little dry, but my finger at this point was completely
enveloped by her ponderous outer lips, and still I'd found no bottom to the
child.

   "My goodness, Laura," I murmured as I probed deeper.  "Maybe we need a
little help," I commented to no one in particular as after squeezing her
ample flesh a couple of times for good measure, I removed my hand from her
panties.  My intention was to use saliva as a temporary lubricant, hoping
to at least be able to proceed far enough to locate and explore Laura's
more intimate areas.  Unfortunately, however, I was in for a rude and
rather unpleasant surprise.

   As I moved my hand toward my mouth, intending to spit on my fingers, my
senses were suddenly assaulted by an odor of such incredible potency that I
actually gagged before I could jerk my hand away.

   Now I just so happen to be a guy who really appreciates the scent of a
woman.  I even enjoy that slightly unwashed fragrance that so many young
ladies attempt to disguise.  I've been with a lot of women over the years,
and spent hours with some until the very air of my bedroom became permeated
with their scent.  The combination of perspiration, vaginal fluids and
semen can give off quite the erotic bouquet, forming an olfactory cocktail
that can actually enhance intercourse.

   Young Laura Granger, on the other hand, needed a bath.  As I've already
indicated, this was my first encounter with a portly young lady, and it is
my sincere hope that this condition is not typical of overweight females in
general due to the unfortunate lack of air circulation in those critical
areas.  I quickly decided after another tentative whiff of my hand from a
safer distance, that I could proceed no further with Laura until I cleaned
her up.

   Glancing at my wristwatch as I trotted downstairs, I noted that it was
only six forty-five.  I was gratified to know that in spite of this
unanticipated delay, Laura, Christi and I would still have plenty of time
to get to know each other quite well.  A few minutes later I stood once
more beside Laura.  On the floor at my feet stood a medium sized plastic
wash tub filled with warm water, a fresh wash cloth and a bottle of Doctor
Bonner's Peppermint Oil Soap.  Glancing at the pile of dry towels which lay
on the foot of the bed, I deemed that all was in readiness, and as long as
bathing Laura appeared to be necessary in order for me to enjoy her
company, I decided that I might just as well enjoy the chore as well.

   After straightening Laura's legs out on the bed I pulled off her shoes
then went about the task of removing her stretch pants.  It was slow going
at first for my sister-in-law was indeed a heavy young girl.  Working her
pants out from beneath her big fanny proved to be more difficult than I'd
expected.  At last, however, they were off.  I took a little more time with
her underwear, since for me it was a thrilling experience, and one which
should be savored.  Finally my chubby sister-in-law lay before me on my
bed, naked from the waist down.  For a few moments I stood gazing down at
young Laura, and not for the last time, the question crossed my mind, about
how she would react were she to suddenly wake up and find me with her like
this.  That was, of course, impossible, but the thought did intrigue me,
when I considered how humiliated she would be.  "Well," I muttered aloud.
"Let's get you cleaned up, young lady."

   Taking care not to lean too close so as to be assailed by her pungent
scent again, I spread first one leg and then the other, until Laura lay
open before me.  Her sandy brown fur became noticeably sparser farther down
between her thighs, and when I took the time to study her more closely, I
could plainly make out every detail of her heavy labia majora through her
scant curls.  However, even though Laura's legs were widely spread, her
meaty outer lips remained pressed tightly together, revealing nothing of
the moister tissues beneath, and it was those very tissues that needed my
attention.

   "No time like the present," I muttered to myself as I soaked the wash
cloth in the warm water, and then rung in out a bit so as not to get the
bed wet.  Carefully I reached down and placed my hand on Laura once again,
noting her true size as compared to the width of my palm.  She was indeed
amply endowed for one so young, I thought to myself as I began to rub her
gently, reveling in her warmth and the fleshy resilience of her womanhood.
Then holding my breath, just in case, I used my thumb and index finger to
carefully separate my sister-in-law's beefy labia majora.  As I did, the
satin smooth intimate flesh of young Laura Granger became visible.  As I
parted her further, I saw strings of mucous stretch between those moist
pink walls, and it was those strings that I went about eradicating with the
damp cloth.  Again I wondered what Laura would think if she ever found out
that I'd given her such an intimate cleansing, and the thought made me
smile inwardly.  After a few minutes of washing and rinsing during which
time I took great care to delve into all of her nooks and crannies, I laid
the cloth aside, picked up a towel and patted her dry.  Then using both
hands, I spread Laura open farther still in order to inspect my work.  Deep
down between those ample outer lips I could see the edges of the darker
pink inner labia.  The strings of mucous were history, but Laura was still
damp in that area.  Of course that was to be expected.  "Now for the moment
of truth," I whispered as I leaned closer.  Like a lab technician sampling
a beaker of some vaporous fluid, I waved my hand over Laura to waft a bit
of her scent toward my nose.  I was fully prepared to have to return to
scrubbing, but was pleasantly surprised when the fragrance which greeted me
was a pleasing mixture of feminine musk and peppermint.  Laura was clean
and ready.

   Suddenly I felt guilty, for I'd been neglecting Christi.  Looking over
at the sleeping youngster, I murmured affectionately, "Don't worry, C.C., I
haven't forgotten about you, sweetheart." After all, Christi did have a
crush on me.

   Before leaving Laura's side, however, and since I had her spread open so
nicely, I opted to explore her a little bit with my fingers.  Once again I
parted her heavy lips, only this time instead of using a wash cloth, I
slipped the tips of my fingers between her moist pink walls.  I had no
difficulty locating Laura's labia minora this time.  At first I traced
upward with my index finger to the juncture of those supple petals, and
there to my great pleasure, I found Laura's clitoris already protruding
from beneath its fleshy shroud.  When I touched the sensitive little bundle
of nerve endings, Laura's hips jerked convulsively once..  then twice.  At
first I was startled by her sudden movement, but after glancing up at her
face I felt confident that she was still heavily sedated, and it had merely
been a reflex action.  I was about to continue touching her there when I
had a thought.  "I wonder," I muttered aloud.  "Have we been a good girl,
Laura?" I asked the sleeping teenager.  "Or have we been bad?" I mumbled as
I slipped my hand father down and then probed inward with my finger tips,
seeking her vaginal entrance.

   What I was wondering, of course, was whether or not my young
sister-in-law was still a virgin.  After all, she was thirteen, and a lot
of girls were starting at a very young age these days.  Additionally, Laura
was not unattractive, just a little on the chubby side, and often heavy
girls will resort to sex early in order to compete for boys.

   It was a rather long journey to find her portal for it lay deeply
ensconced between those massive guardians of her inner sanctum that were
Laura's labia majora.  At last, however, I was successful, and with the tip
of my middle finger poised at her gates I looked up at Laura's face. 
"Let's see if we've been naughty or nice, sweetheart," I spoke to her
softly as I pressed inward with my finger.  Meeting with no resistance
other than her natural snugness, I paused at my first knuckle.  So far
nothing had registered on my sister-in-law's face, so I pressed onward. 
"Oh, oh," I murmured with a little chuckle.  "I think we've been a naughty
girl, Laura," I said as my second knuckle arrived at the brink.  Then as if
in response to my comment, I felt her clamp down on my finger with
surprising vigor, and her brow became furrowed.  Laura Granger was
definitely not a virgin, and that, of course, opened up a number of new
possibilities.

   I wasn't intending to take the virginity of either of my young playmates
for fear of being detected, but since some charitable soul had taken care
of Laura for me, I couldn't think of a single reason why I shouldn't enjoy
her charms as well.  That, however, would have to come later.  Christi was
waiting.  After a moment, I extracted my finger from Laura, but before
turning my attention to young Christi, I took a moment to pull the tail of
Laura's tee shirt up under her chin, exposing two somewhat chubby little
breasts.  I would return to them later.  Leaving Laura spread open wide, I
stepped around the bed to where my other little companion lay sleeping
peacefully.

   "Hello, sweetheart.  Did you miss me?" I asked playfully as I took a
seat beside the lovely little blond.  "We don't want Laura to have all the
fun, now do we," I continued in a soft even voice as I reached down,
grasped Christi carefully by the shoulders and slowly sat her up.  Leaning
her warm body against my chest, I hugged her tenderly for a moment or two
while inhaling deep drafts of her fresh nubile scent.  Then between soft
kisses to her slender neck, I whispered, "Let's get you undressed, C.C."
Then I added, "I've always wanted to be with you, Christi," hoping that
maybe she might hear me in some deep part of her psyche.  I supported her
sleepy form with one hand while with the other I carefully and
methodically, pulled first one arm and then the other from under the thin
shoulder straps, then managed to slip her little sleeveless tee up and over
her head.

   It was like a dream as I lay Christi gently back onto the bed.  Her
golden hair spread out beneath her head, framing her beautiful face and
making it difficult for me to tear my eyes away.  At last I allowed my eyes
to travel, taking in the delicate shaped of her collar bones then downward
over the utterly flawless skin of her chest until at last they came to rest
upon two of the loveliest petite cones of perfection that I have ever seen.
Tiny they were and pointed with satiny pink areolae the size of dimes, and
each one topped with a small pale nipple.  Leaning down I touched the tip
of my tongue to one of these sweet buds causing it to become instantly
erect.  Probably it was the coolness of the air in my bedroom, but I like
to think that Christi knew I was there.  I'd left her jeans unfastened
after our previous tender moments together, so now it was simply a matter
of coaxing the denim over the enticing curves of Christi's young body.  Her
blue jeans were cut well and were obviously expensive as they fit her quite
snugly, but with perseverance and a bit of patience, soon I slipped her
small feet through the pant legs, leaving the gorgeous little girl wearing
nothing but her undies.  Unlike Laura's big lacy bloomers, Christi wore a
stylish and rather adult looking pair of white cotton panties which were
cut very brief indeed.  She was nothing short of magnificent.

   I took another minute or two simply to feast my eyes upon Christi's rare
beauty as she lay slumbering in my bed, hoping that the memory of her at
that moment in time would be indelibly etched in my mind.  It was.

   As my eyes wandered over her loveliness, not a single blemish was
visible to tarnish the perfection of her creamy skin.  I watched the rise
and fall of her chest and tummy as she breathed slowly and evenly, and so
utterly enthralled with her beauty was I, that almost dreamily I reached
out and traced down one side of her little belly with the backs of my
fingers.  The warmth and softness of her skin was indescribable, and when I
reached the waist band of her panties, I moved my hand up and stoked her
ever so softly down the other side of her slightly rounded belly.  I felt
her muscles ripple beneath my touch and smiled.  Christi's reflex reaction
served to reaffirm my suspicion that although she was heavily sedated, her
body was able to feel and respond to stimuli.  Perhaps Christi and Laura
would be able to enjoy our time together in some small way.  I hoped so,
anyway, even if neither one of them would remember much if anything about
the evening.

   I amused myself for a good while, by softly caressing Christi here and
there and watching her reactions to my touch.  A moistened finger tip was
all that was necessary to bring her nipples to full erection.  They were
tiny, but after only a couple of minutes of loving attention they became so
hard they could have etched glass.  From time to time I glanced down at the
splendid little bulge in Christi's panties, and found myself regretting
having jumped the gun earlier and previewing her splendor.  But as I
pressed my fingertips to the warm cotton, and felt the soft rasp of those
golden curls beneath it, I took comfort in the knowledge that young Christi
Parks had more treasures to unwrap.  I had barely scratched the surface,
and I had all night to get to know the lovely child more intimately than
any man alive.

   As I rubbed Christi slowly through her panties, I noticed her tummy
muscles flex out of the corner of my eye.  Smiling down at the sleeping
beauty I murmured, "You know I'm here, don't you C.C.?" Then for the first
time, I stretched out on the edge of the bed beside her.  I continued to
rub her as I leaned my head down and encircled one of her small breasts
with my lips.  I felt a tremor pass through her body when I began to flick
the tip of my tongue across her tiny nipple bud held between my pursed
lips. Then I raised my head and turned so that my lips were mere
centimeters from hers.  I was so close that I could feel her moist and
fragrant breath puff against my lips as her breathing rate increased ever
so slightly.  Pressing down a little harder with my fingertips on the
center panel of her panties, I whispered, "You know I'm touching you,
Christi, don't you, sweetheart...don't you?" I kissed her once on the lips
ever so gently as I shifted my hand onto her warm tummy.

   "You like being touched, don't you C.C.?" I whispered with my lips still
touching hers as I slipped my fingertips under the thin waist band and then
slid my hand down into her panties.

   As I've said before, there is just nothing like that first foray into a
young lady's panties.  There is always that intimate warmth and wonderful
feminine moisture present.  Yet as familiar as the experience may be, there
is a certain mystery and uniqueness with each one, each and every time.

   Christi was no exception, and as I let her soft blond curls slip between
my fingers I raised my head slightly and studied her lovely face for I
wanted to mentally record every subtle nuance of expression.  Almost
immediately I was rewarded by a little furrowing of her brow.  "There's my
pretty girl," I murmured as I pressed my fingertips against her resilient
flesh.  Christi squeezed her thighs together around my hand and moaned
softly when I tried to explore a little farther down with my middle finger,
so I elected just to rub her for awhile, before proceeding.

   I was determined not to hurry with Christi, for I wanted to enjoy every
second of our time together, and so it was at least thirty minutes before I
removed my hand from her panties and sat up next to her on the edge of the
bed.  Between nibbles on her little breasts, I'd watched her lovely face,
and was pleasantly surprised at how much Christi seemed to react to my
touch.  More so than Laura, that much was certain.

   I had absolutely no fears that the sedative might wear off prematurely
or that perhaps I'd given one or both girls too little to be effective.  My
pharmacist friend had assured me that even if a "patient" were to regain
consciousness momentarily for some reason, they would be thoroughly
disoriented and wouldn't remember a thing later.

   Reaching down to her, I placed my hands on either side of Christi's
narrow waist just above the graceful flare of her hips.  I believe if I'd
really wanted to, I could have touched my fingers together around her
waist, so slim was she.  Her skin was immaculately soft and so very warm,
and not for the last time I found myself enchanted by her beauty.  Several
minutes passed before at last I rotated my hands and wiggled the tips of my
fingers under the waist band of her panties just behind her prominent
pelvic bones.  Sliding my hands into her panties and at the same time
downward toward the surface of the bed I sort of scooped up her little butt
in my palms as I slipped her panties from under her.  The rest was child's
play as I eased Christi's little white briefs down her legs and off over
her small bare feet, and suddenly, there she was, as unencumbered as the
day she was born.

   Words cannot adequately describe the exquisiteness of the winsome Miss
Christi Cunningham Parks as she lay in all her innocense and splendor
before me on my bed.  Her skin seemed to glow, bathing me in a clear light
as I stood transfixed by her perfection, and minutes passed before I was
able to continue.  Ever since I'd met her, I'd dreamed of this day and of
seeing Christi just as she was, and then lying beside her lost in her
loveliness.  Unhampered by clothing, Christi was no doubt the most
enchanting young lady I had ever seen.  And just the fact that she was
naked seemed to enhance the lines of a figure already bordering on
perfection.  Unbroken by panty lines, the enticing curves of her waist and
hips seemed to flow into her thighs in one fluid line which continued down
to the tips of her toes.  If it were possible, Christi's legs appeared to
be even longer and more shapely than before, and what was more astonishing
still was that the small tuft of fragment, golden curls into which I'd
nuzzled my lips and nose earlier was even more wispy and sparse than
before. Perhaps the soft curls had been matted down to a degree by her
panties.  That was my theory anyway.

   As surely as a moth seeks a flame, my hand moved toward that golden
triangle as though it had a mind of its own, and before I knew it I was
brushing the backs of my fingers over her sparse coat.  Christi was like no
young lady I'd ever touched before.  There was no stiffness or wiriness to
her pubic fur.  It was much like touching a warm cloud, and for quite some
time I amused myself by tugging playfully at those wisps of fine blond
hair.

   Christi was sleeping more soundly now, and gave no indication whatsoever
that she was aware of my attentions, so I decided to proceed.  Pressing
downward against her resilient labia I effectively cupped Christi using
only three fingers.  Then I started rubbing her with a bit more authority.
After a moment, I again attempted to work one finger between her outer
lips, but with her legs together, I was having some difficulty.  Keeping my
hand between her slender thighs, I stretched out on my side on the edge of
the bed beside her and propped my head up on one hand.  I continued to rub
her affectionately for a couple of minutes as I watched her sleep, then
leaning closer I whispered, "You're so pretty, C.C..  I'd really like to
make you happy, sweetheart, but I think we're a little too dry down here
still." I gave her a little squeeze, causing her to shift her hips
slightly. "Maybe if we spread our legs it'll make it easier for us to get
to know each other better," I suggested then kissed her on the cheek. 
"Let's do that, OK." And with that, I removed my hand and crawled off the
bed.

   I had to take a few minutes just to stand at the foot of the bed and
admire the two girls.  They looked so peaceful and innocent slumbering
there in their natural state.  One was large, one was small and each would
offer delights unique unto themselves.  It would be both interesting and
enjoyable to compare the attributes of both of my sleeping beauties, and I
was anxious to get started.  My plan was to first have a better look at
Christi, and then move the two girls closer together on the bed so perhaps
the three of us could form a little m,nage   trois.

   "OK, C.C., honey.  Let's have a closer look at you." Slipping one hand
under her right knee, and taking her ankle with the other, I raised her
slender leg, bending it at the knee, and moving her right foot up close to
her bottom.  I was very impressed with Christi's limberness when I was
actually able to lay her bent leg to the side and flat down on the surface
of the bed.  Repeating the same with her left leg, the sweet child was soon
spread open wide enough for me to observe every detail of the most intimate
areas of her budding femininity.  Wasting no time, I moved Christi's small
feet apart slightly to make room, then lowered myself onto the bed between
them.

   I shall never forget the softness of the skin of Christi's inner thigh
when I first pressed my lips against her.  My first tender kiss was
followed by a little nibble with my lips about six inches in from her knee.
Then ever so slowly, I kissed my way along that satin smooth flesh, feeling
her muscles ripple reflexively beneath her skin as I neared my succulent
goal.  The intoxicating fragrance of young girl filled my senses as my lips
tenderly caressed that most tender skin in the slight indentation where
Christi's inner thigh met the curve of her buttock.  Wishing to prolong
that most delicious moment, I passed over the exquisite source of that
heady bouquet and began kissing Christi on her other thigh.  It startled me
when suddenly she shifted her right foot and pressed it against my left
shoulder.

   "I know, baby," I whispered with my lips still pressed lightly against
her warm skin.  "I know this probably tickles a little bit." I kissed her
thigh less than an inch from her labia majora.  I nibbled at her silken
skin with pursed lips, causing her foot to push against my shoulder. 
"There's my girl," I murmured and then I kissed Christi directly over her
vaginal opening.  Her tiny labia minora felt like flower petals against my
lips, and her delightful fragrance made my head spin.  Unlike Laura, who's
scent had been decidedly unpleasant before her impromptu bath, Christi's
girlish bouquet was rich and full-bodied.

   A second kiss caused her to shift her hips slightly, and her foot
pressed harder against my shoulder.  "Let's make you a little more
comfortable, sweetheart," I said.  Carefully I repositioned Christi's right
foot over my shoulder so that her heal rested on my back.  Next I moved her
left foot into a similar position such that she was open before me like a
good book.  "There we are.  That's much better," I said as I slid my hands
under her little bottom, and using my thumbs, I pulled her full outer lips
apart even farther until I was able to see into her tiny portal where her
intact maidenhead glistened with moisture.

   I cannot think of a more pleasurable experience than the first taste of
a young girl.  One simply has to experience it to understand.  Perhaps it's
partly the knowledge that we are partaking of a previously untasted fruit,
that makes the occasion so memorable.  And Miss Parks was certainly no
exception.  When I first touched the tip of my tongue cautiously to that
unsullied flesh, her pre-pubescent flavor seemed to surge through my taste
buds like an electrical current, filling my entire mouth with her savory
ambience.  Still using just the tip of my tongue I slowly traced up one
side of Christi's sweet womanhood between her inner and outer lips until I
reached their juncture where beneath a small hood of succulent skin resided
her budding clitoris.  Again with the tip of my tongue I gently delved
under that tiny shroud lifting it and exposing the very nerve center
Christi's femininity.  As I did this, I felt her heals press downward on my
back and felt the muscles beneath the soft orbs of her buttocks flex hard.
Wishing for the sweet child to get the most out of our time together, I
drew my tongue away then began to lick her up the other side of her supple
inner lips, stating just below her vaginal opening and ending once again at
her clitoris.  I felt several tremors pass through Christi as her
reproductive physiology sent signals that were both unfamiliar and
thrilling to her mind such that even in a state of deep sedation, the
youngster's body responded to them instinctively.  This was naturally very
rewarding for me as well as I knew that I was in some small way making an
impression on the lovely Miss Parker whom I'd admired for so long.

   Pursing my lips I pressed them to her small vaginal opening and began to
suckle her in an attempt to sip any fluids that might have been present
there.  Once or twice I darted my tongue into that small aperture just to
see what her reaction might be, and again my efforts were rewarded by
decided bodily reactions on the part of my young lover.  My senses reeled
from her heady scent, as I allowed my lips and tongue to wander aimlessly
over supple folds as smooth and soft as silk, and for a brief moment my
entire world existed between the slender thighs of Christi Cunningham
Parks.

   That precious moment ended, however, when I was momentarily distracted
by an unexpected lurch of Christi's hips.  It was perfectly natural for her
to react to my attentions in such a manner, but it broke the spell. 
Raising up from between her legs, I looked down at the scene of my recent
feasting and saw that my lover's full lips were wet with my saliva, as were
the darker pink folds between them.  Then from the other side of the bed, I
heard a soft moan.  It was Laura.  "Perhaps she misses me," I mused.

   Reluctantly I slid off the end of the bed.  I didn't want to leave
Christi, but at the same time, I felt it was time to turn my attentions to
Laura for awhile.  Taking Christi's ankles in my hands, I straightened her
long legs.  Then noticing that her pretty blond curls had become a bit
matted, I took a moment to tug playfully at the small golden triangle until
I had her fluffed up and looking lovely again.  I was about to move to the
opposite side of the bed when a wonderful thought struck me.

   Having discovered that Laura Granger's childhood was a thing of the
past, I'd already decided that I was going to try to have intercourse with
my slumbering sister-in-law, but now a plan sprung to mind that would allow
me to enjoy the charms of both of my young playmates at the same time.

   In preparation for our little love triangle, I moved Christi over next
to Laura.  Then I turned the pretty blond around on the bed so that her
head and feet were opposite Laura's, placing her hips about even with my
sister-in-law's breasts.  Stepping over to my wife's vanity against the far
wall I returned to Laura's side holding a bottle of Johnson's Baby Oil. 
Even though the young teenager had begun to self lubricate following my
brief oral attentions, I felt some added lubrication would help make the
consummation of our relationship go a bit easier.  After all, Laura was
only thirteen, and my earlier tactile examination of her had revealed that
she had fairly good internal muscle tone for one so young.

   I'd intentionally left Laura spread open to allow her to air out a
little, so after squeezing a goodly amount of baby oil onto and between her
hefty labia, I set the bottle aside, and used my hand to distribute the
lubricant to the areas where it was needed most.  Then I watched Laura's
pretty face as I slid my middle finger into her, this time as far as I
could reach, until the palm of my hand was pressed tightly against her. 
After moving my finger slowly in and out a few times, I was at last
rewarded with a delightful little wince as Laura furrowed her brow, and
pursed her lips.  She was ready and waiting for me.

   Stripping off my clothing, I climbed onto the bed and crawled between my
young sisterin-laws legs.  I still had some oil on my hand, so after
tugging Laura's tee-shirt out of the way, I rubbed some baby oil onto her
chubby little breasts, taking a moment to pinch each of her nipples into
erection.  Leaning over Laura in preparation for mounting her, I supported
my weight with one hand while with the other I reached over and moved
Christi's legs apart to allow me better access to her when the time came.

   "OK, Laura, baby.  Let's see what a big girl you are," I murmured down
to my unconscious sister-in-law as I guided the head of my erect penis
between her heavy labia using my free hand.  She was incredibly hot down
there, I discovered as I moved up and down between her outer lips.  "I hope
you won't mind having another boyfriend," I whispered as I started to put
pressure against her gates.

   I don't know whether Laura was unconsciously resisting me or not, but
even with the help of the lubricant I'd applied to her, I had a great deal
of difficulty accomplishing initial penetration.  I am not an overly well
endowed man, although I've never had a problem making a girl feel
contented. I felt Laura begin to dilate almost immediately, but I was
forced to support the shaft of my penis with my fist to keep from bending
as I used repeated slow thrusts to gradually work my way into the sleeping
teenager.

   "Mmmm...  that's my girl," I murmured tenderly as I felt her young body
give up the fight and allow me inside.  Gazing down at Laura's pretty face,
I applied steady pressure with my hips, and inch by inch the two of us
became one.  My sweet sister-in-law was immaculately tight, and despite her
tender age she proved able to handle my approximately eight inch engine. 
It took several slow advances, but at last I felt my testicles lay against
her chubby buttocks.  During my advance, her facial expression remained
more or less neutral.  She did, however, open her mouth a give a little
gasp when the head of my penis pressed firmly against her cervix.

   I kept it slow with Laura, moving in and out of her with long measured
strokes and reveling in the rubbery tenacity of her vaginal embrace.  After
a few minutes, I lowered myself down onto her.  Laura's plump body was
exceptionally soft and warm, and slowly I allowed my full weight to rest
upon her.  Then I suddenly got the urge to kiss my rotund sister-in-law. 
Pressing my lips to hers, I gave Laura one quick thrust with my hips,
jabbing her deeply and causing her to open her mouth for me.  For
approximately twenty minutes, I made tender love to my sweet thirteen year
old partner, feeling her ample body respond to my affections quite
admirably.  In fact, Laura was beginning to participate, for I felt the
angle of her vagina change with each slow stroke as she unconsciously
aligned herself for me.  It was also apparent that Laura had been kissed in
a meaningful way before, because she began to return my kisses as well,
albeit somewhat sluggishly.

   I became so wrapped up in making love to Laura that I forgot all about
Christi, and it had been my intention all along to enjoy the company of
both girls at the same time.  So with no further ado, with my right arm I
embraced Christi around her slender waist.  Then ever so gently I pulled
the lovely youngster over closer to Laura and myself on the big bed.  Next
I reached up and pushed Christi's legs apart, spreading her open.  As I
pulled myself across the soft body of my slumbering sister-in-law on my way
to a succulent rendezvous between young Christi's legs, I was rewarded with
yet another nubile vaginal embrace from Laura.

   Christi's body seemed ever so slightly warmer than Laura's as I embraced
her narrow hips and pressed my lips to the soft skin of her lower belly. 
Inching my way onward, I nuzzled into Christi's tiny tuft of soft curls,
tickling my lips and nose.  The youngster's now familiar and tantalizing
bouquet washed over my face warm and moist as I slowly kissed my way
between her legs.  Extending my tongue, I probed between labia minora as
delicate as rose petals, like a worker bee seeking the essence from which
honey is made, and again my sense of taste was virtually overwhelmed by
Christi's prepubescent ambrosia.  The slumbering girl immediately responded
to my loving attentions, by clamping her slender thighs together, trapping
my head in a warm embrace.

   I cannot remember ever having spent a more supremely erotic evening than
that evening spent in the company of my two sweet young companions. 
Christi responded to every my every advance as I licked and kissed, sipping
at the well of her femininity.  Meanwhile I continued to make slow and
tender love to young Laura, and like Christi, my sweet sister-in-law
appreciated my attentions.  Someone had definitely spent some time with
Laura in the past, for her vaginal reactions were simply too adept to have
been purely instinctive.  There was no doubt in my mind that I was not her
first.  On the other hand, I was quite certain that Christi and I were
breaking new ground.  Even though the lovely little blond was slumbering
peacefully in the arms of my good friend's sedative drug, her young body
trembled and twitched with each loving stroke of my tongue.  Intimate
knowledge of Miss Christi Cunningham Parks would always be mine from that
day forward.

   Time lost substance as the three of us squirmed and frolicked on my big
bed, but after what had to have been at least an hour I began to feel that
familiar burning itch in my loins, much like a pent up sneeze spreading
from my navel to my toes.  Fearing the possibility of impregnating my young
sister-in-law, I immediately ceased my cadence.  Then I reluctantly gave
Christi a couple of soft goodby kisses directly over the tiny opening of
her vagina, and shifted my weight back onto the soft body of my
sister-in-law.

   Holding her pretty face between my hands I whispered to Laura with my
lips just centimeters from hers.  "I'm sorry Laura, sweetheart, but we have
to stop now.  As much as I'd like to, I don't think your parents would
appreciate it if the two of us made a baby." Pushing slowly but forcefully
with my hips, I shoved myself fully into the slumbering young teenager, and
as I'd hoped, Laura parted her lips with a precious little gasp.  "Just one
more kiss, baby," I murmured before I pressed my lips to hers and the two
of us kissed deeply for several tender moments.

   One of the hardest things I have ever had to do was to pull out of sweet
Laura, but pull out I did.  There was a decided suction almost as though
she didn't want me to leave, but had I not exited her snug confines at that
moment, Laura and I might very well have become parents.  As it was, I was
forced to clutch my throbbing shaft tightly in my fist as I crawled off the
end of the bed.  I rested and concentrated for several moments until the
urge to ejaculate slowly passed, and at last I regained control.

   It was young Christi with whom I wished to share myself, and needed to
move the sleeping girl into position.  Grasping her gently under her arms,
I tugged the lovely youngster downward on the bed until her head hung back
over the edge of the mattress.  "There we go, baby," I cooed softly.  "I
have a little present for you to remember me by, Christi," I whispered as I
took myself in my right hand.  Playfully I brushed the head of my cock
across the tip of her nose, leaving a little spot of pre-cum there. 
Meanwhile, I reached out with my free hand and started to massage Christi's
little breasts, gradually coaxing her tiny nipples back into a fully erect
state.  I felt the tingling begin to grow once again in my belly as I
rubbed the end of my penis across her cheeks and lips, coating her fair
skin with a thin film of clear viscous fluid.  "Why don't you open your
mouth for me, Christi, sweetheart.  Will you do that for me, baby?" I
murmured as I pressed the swollen tip of my manhood against her soft pink
lips.  "Open up, baby," I coaxed as I carefully pinched her nostrils closed
with the fingers of my left hand.  "That's my girl," I murmured when after
a few seconds, her mouth popped open for a breath.

   Perhaps it's my imagination, but I will swear that a young girl's mouth
feels hotter than that of an adult woman when her lips first close around
her lover's penis.  Keeping alert to the possibility that she might
accidentally bite me, I eased the head of my cock slowly into young Christi
Parks' unsullied mouth.  With my left hand I gently cradled the back of the
youngster's neck and pushed forward very carefully with my hips.  I was
very close, and it required every bit of self-control I possessed not to
instantly explode in that hot little mouth, but if I expected for Christi
to consume the gift I was about to give, I would have to go in just a tiny
bit farther.  Not enough to trigger her gag reflex, but enough that I could
help her to seal her lips around the shaft of my penis just behind its
head. Feeling the child suddenly tense up in my hands, I instantly froze
and spent a moment massaging the back of her neck and stroking her cheeks
until she began to relaxed again.  Absent mindedly I wondered what Christi
would think if she knew she was tasting her friend Laura on the head of my
penis.  Gazing down at the lovely little blond, I reveled at the sight of
my blood engorged manhood protruding from between her soft pink lips.

   "Almost there, Christi, darling," I murmured lovingly.  Ever so
carefully I moved my hips forward, easing myself into her mouth until I
could no longer see the helmet of my little soldier.  "There we are," I
whispered.  "You're such a good girl, Christi," I said, feeling her tongue
move against the underside of my penis.  "Such a good girl," I said a bit
more hoarsely as I slowly stroked the exposed length of my shaft with two
fingers.  Then when I felt my testicular tempest began to build once again,
I leaned over my young lover, and slid my hand between her slender thighs.
With my middle finger, I quickly located Christi's budding little clitoris
and began to stimulate the young girl using a rapid side to side motion.

   To my never ending joy, Christi responded to my attentions almost
immediately by raising her slender hips upward off the surface to the
mattress, instinctively seeking that mysterious source of pleasure.  Then
unbelievably, her soft lips closed around me.

   And that's when the dam burst.  My first salvo caught the sleeping girl
by surprise, and as a result, a goodly amount of my hot, ropey gift scored
a goal, ricocheting off her soft pallet and triggering her urge to swallow.
"Oh, God, Christi, sweetheart!" I groaned, dropping one hand to the bed for
support, as my second volley surged down the shaft of my penis and into the
little blond's waiting mouth.  I saw her throat muscles move as she
attempted to swallow, but the sheer volume of my offering was simply too
great.  Fortunately, I noticed Christi's belly heave just before she
choked, and I was able to use my hand to deflect at least a part of my
viscus contribution back down onto her face and neck as it sprayed from
between her lips and the shaft of my cock.

   "Easy, sweetheart," I murmured as I pulled my manhood from her mouth and
let my third pulse lay down a creamy trail onto Christi's flawless skin
extending from her chest down to her exquisite little golden triangle.  I
was able to contain the rest of my ejaculate by grasping my penis tightly
in my fist while I waited for Christi to catch her breath.  I held my hand
just above her mouth and nose, deflecting whatever was left of my second
contribution, until at last the little girl began to quiet down.  Then I
used my hand to massage the warm semen onto her lovely face.  "That's my
girl.  We don't want to waste any," I murmured affectionately, as I
released my grip on myself and milked what remained of my ejaculate onto
her eyelids and the bridge of her nose.  Then I moved my hand downward,
spreading the track of cum onto her chest and swirling my finger tips over
her precious breasts until her small areolae tightened and her tiny nipples
became erect.  Continuing down, I meticulously wiped what remained of my
semen over Christi's delicate body until every inch of her glistened with a
sheen of viscus fluid.

   A thick glut of semen still remained entwined in Christi's golden curls,
so using just the tips of two fingers I carefully smoothed the white
substance downward, and between her thighs where her labia majora were more
sparsely covered.  Then with one sticky finger at a time I transferred my
ejaculate to her most intimate tissues, taking care to press gently at her
vaginal opening with my finger tips.

   I feel relatively certain that a small part of my gift of love entered
the lovely Christi Parks, and I envisioned our bodily fluids mingling, and
flowing up into precious little girl, permeating her soul and making us
one. From that day forth, Christi and I would share a special bond, for I
would always be her first love.

   Later, as I lay resting happily between the soft, warm bodies of my two
lovely young companions, I thought about how wonderful our time together
had been, as I gently kissed Laura then turned and kissed Christi.  We
would probably never again have the chance to spend this kind of quality
time together, but it had been spectacular, and I would never forget it. 
In fact, as I sat at the breakfast table across from the two young ladies
the next morning, I was somewhat saddened by the knowledge that neither
Laura nor Christi would remember anything of our time together.

   "Perhaps it's best," I thought to myself.  Then I smiled wistfully, as I
recalled how Christi had burped and then made a funny face when she'd first
sat down.  "Did you guys sleep OK?" I asked with a smile.  Christi nodded
hesitantly, and Laura squirmed in her seat.
   End...  SM