Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Ronald. By Timberwolf Mg, MF, MF+, prost, oral, anal, inc, Fb The usual disclaimers apply here. If you are too young to read this material, or object in any way with what you find here, go away. The Author of this work does not condone child abuse in any way, shape, or form. If you enjoy hurting children, I'd love the chance to hurt you. Chapter One Ronald Taylor Aleister Burke. What a handle, hey? I've been stuck with it all my life. My Auntie Lola used to call me Tabbie when I was a child, and if it wasn't for the fact she was drop dead gorgeous, with really firm up thrust tits, I'd have hated her for it! I used to make her believe it made me happy when she called me Tabby, just so I'd get a hug from her, and then she'd squeeze me tight, and my face would be crushed into those mammaries of hers! My God, but they were soft and lovely, and smelled so nice! Anybody else called me that, Tabby, they got a knuckle sandwich, with boot sauce to follow. Couldn't let them take the piss, now could I? Anyway, when I got interested in girls at age twelve, I let them call me Tabby, 'cos one day Rosie Parnum, all of thirteen, thin as a willow branch and pretty as a flower, told me it sounded cute, and so was I! I'll always remember that quiet, dark-haired girl. She gave me her virginity, and she took mine in return. I might even tell you about it someday. Behave yourself, and I'll see, hey? Let me tell you about Auntie Lola. Bottle blonde, five-seven in her heels, with an hour-glass figure. Thirty-eight D boobs, thumping beautiful arse, and a caustic voice that would shred meat off your bones if you pissed her off! When I turned fifteen we had a party, and Dad was giving me one beer after the other. Mum didn't want me to drink, saying I'd turn out like my father, and that wasn't a compliment! He could put the amber liquid away like you wouldn't believe! She, Lola, was drunk that particular day, and with my entire family in the house, she grabs my hand, tells everyone she's going to make me a man! There was laughter, some ribald comments, my Dad being the loudest, and Mum was screaming that the house wasn't a brothel, and for Lola to leave me alone! So with a cheeky wave goodbye, she takes me to my bedroom. We kept having to stop to kiss, and she'd wrap a leg around my arse, after her having to pull her dress up to do it! Fuck she was hot! And then when we get to my room, she starts taking my clothes off! What?! What do you mean; you'll tidy this up later? No, you're not going to change a fucking thing! I'm telling this fucking story, so you just write everything I tell you! Got it? Good! (Mutters). Fucking scribblers! Couldn't tell the fucking truth if they fucking tried! So, where was I? Oh yes, Auntie Lola! When she got me naked, I was already at half-mast by then! She starts running her hands all over me, and she literally drooling, her hands in my pelt, stroking the meat cannon. Tells me she couldn't wait to taste me, and drops to her knees, and with a deep intake of breath, in I goes, and my God boy! I never felt anything like it! Her mouth did some wicked things on me, I can tell you! She was licking and sucking me like, like, oh fuck! How to describe it? Like she was licking a lolly-pop, like she was sucking a straw, like she was doing all of that at the same time! Oh, Christ on a Christmas tree! She was good, that girl. Then when I was all wally from wanting to come in her mouth, she stands up, and starts to strip out of her clothes. Aw fuck! Heaven dropped on my head that day, sonny! When Auntie Lola was good and naked, she stands there, her hands on her hips, thrusting out her boobs, and giving me a wicked grin. She was perfect! I wasn't going to tell her she wasn't my first, but she was certainly my second! I was all shy, feeling like a mouse with a hungry cat in front of me, she was licking her chops like one, too! Then she takes my hand, and climbs onto the bed, pulling me after her, and when we were kneeling on the bed, my dick was so hard, I thought it was going to explode! She starts off by kissing me, and then she reaches down, and starts to wank me, slowly and softly. All I wanted to do was throw her down on the bed and fuck the daylights out of her! My blood pressure was going through the roof, and I couldn't speak, me just panting like I'd run a race. She was panting too, like a bitch in heat, and that described my Auntie Lola. She could fuck you senseless, and come back for more, until you were in a sexual coma. Lola pushed me onto my back and goes down on me, taking my meat stick into her mouth, humming and licking, and I really wanted to blow, but she knew men, and wouldn't let me! She'd bring me to the brink, and back off, and lick my balls, or run her tongue up the shaft, stopping to lick the bit behind the head, then running her tongue around the head, teasing me, driving me wild! Then she crawls up my body, and lying next to me, she pulls me on top of her, and opens her legs. I knelt between them, and saw her pussy for the first time. Talk about lovely! She had hair on her mound, soft and silky, brunette in colour, and it was trimmed, and sparse. I ran my fingers through it, and so she moves her hips, enjoying the feel of me doing that. Then I moved my fingers to her snatch, and it wet, so very wet! It was red on the inside, and open with her arousal. She had a small pussy, surprising me. You'd think that given her reputation as a man-eater, she'd be wide open and gaping, slack, like. But no. It was almost tiny, a little girl's pussy, so I ran my fingers over her lips, and fiddling her clit. Rosie taught me that. She told me girls loved to have their clit played with, and rubbed. The first time I did that with Rosie, she yelled at me, and told me to be gentle, for fuck's sake! So I continued doing that for a while, and Lola lay there, whimpering and tossing her hips, then when she can't take any more, she pulls me onto her, and with her ankles crossed behind my arse, and taking my boner in her hands, she guides me in, and then the head was in her, and I felt the gripping of her muscles, and it was like it was sucking me into her, taking it deep. Lola was moving her delicious butt, moving, moving all the time, and then I was completely in her! I've never felt anything so smooth and snug. Rosie was tight, being a virgin, but Lola had a way of making her pussy feel like no other, before or since. I groaned, and almost came from the sensations of her pussy muscles milking me. I don't know where she learned how to do that, but the feeling was incredible! Then she started to buck her hips up at me, and I took my cue, and started to thump into her, but she stopped, and told me to slow down, take my time, to enjoy the experience. I did as she asked, and it got even better! Her pussy was, shit, I don't know! It was like she was writhing on my cock, on the inside. I couldn't take much more, and told her I needed to shoot. Lola told me not yet, she was almost there, for me to keep going, please keep going! Then she sped up her motions, and then she was bucking under me, telling me to cum, for god's sake, cum! So I let go, and then my seed was boiling up my cock, hot and unstoppable lava, and it exploded into her. She wailed as she humped under me, and then we were lying there, gasping for breath, holding each other. I rolled off her, my cock making a sucking sound as it came out her, and she was still snug, Like she was sorry to have me out of her. Lola went down my body, kissing me all the time, and then she started to use her tongue and mouth to clean me off! When she was finished, she looked me in the eyes, and giggled. It sounded naughty, and wicked! So, I thought to myself, that if she could do it, so can I! So I rolled her over on her back, and her pussy hair was wet and matted from our juices, and for the first time in my life, I tasted pussy! The smell was heady and strong, and I felt the tingle of another erection, but I only twitched, it was too soon after. I dipped my head between her thighs, and started to lick her, swallowing our juices. Her juices and mine had a funny taste, but I kept going, licking it all up, cleaning her as she'd cleaned me, and Lola went wild, thrashing under me, so I had to hold her hips to keep her pussy still. She climaxed again and again, wailing each time. She was muttering and talking to me, telling me what a good boy I was, what a lovely man I was for doing that for her, no-one else had done it before, and I was feeling like Cassanova, one of my boyhood heroes. Then finally, Lola pushed me away, telling me she couldn't take any more, and lay there, gasping and trying to get her breath back. We cuddled, until she could breathe normally, then took my hand, and we showered together. She was gentle with me, and I was in love with her. I told her that as we washed each other, telling her I had loved her since I'd been a little boy, but she just kissed me, and told me to hush. Hey. Look, mate. Sorry about the scribbler remark, let's be friends, and forget I said that, shall we? Good? Good! We got dressed, then went back to the party. Mum was in a fury, telling Lola, her sister, that she was a slut, but Lola told her to shut the fuck up, and if she'd drop her knickers once in a while for my father, she'd be a damn sight more happy than she was. Mum went into a huff, but she had quite a bit to drink, and kept giving Dad sideways looks. I thought to myself, I wasn't the only man in the house to get lucky that night! Did you know, my mother was a screamer when she came? I'd beat off at night when I heard their bed-springs bounce, and listen to my father grunting, and my mother moaning, then her voice got louder until she'd scream out her release. I'd time it, so that when Mum came, so did I. Fucking hot! My mother was, and still is, a good looking woman, all curves, with a thirty-eight inch bust, like her sister, Lola. I would still look at her arse as she bent over, and get hard thinking about her honey-pot hidden by her clothes. I think she knew I was looking at her full, round derriere, and would bend over, even when she didn't have to. Made her feel sexy, I suppose, even if it was her son looking! I was a hero to my Dad that night! He kept pressing drinks into my hand, his arm around my shoulders, bragging that his boy was now a man, as they'd all heard Lola wailing in orgasm, which Lola smirked at, causing Mum and the other ladies and girls there to seethe, and all the guys were in awe of me. They all wanted to dip their wicks in Lola for years, but she was out of their reach. They were not in her class, and knew it too, and that the fact she'd chosen me, someone so low on the totem pole, was next to a visit from a Divine Presence, right up there with Moses and the parting of the Red Sea! I still love that woman. For that night, and for the fact we became lovers after that. For almost ten years we met about once a week, and I'd go to her place, and we'd fuck, or make love slowly, depending on how she felt. She taught me a lot, she did. I came to know her body intimately, every nook and cranny She taught me how to love a woman, paying attention to their little signs. Other guys went without, and I always had plenty! I was about twenty-five, or nearly, when I went to her house, and she didn't answer the bell like she always did. I tried the door, and it was unlocked. So calling her name, I went in, and found her on the sofa, dead and cold, a pill bottle beside her, empty. Turned out she had cancer, she'd had it for a couple of years, not telling me or anyone, and rather than wait for the cancer to take her, she'd jumped the gun, and took her own life. For a woman like Lola, who loved life, and would enjoy it often, knowing she was going to die slowly, and in pain, well, she couldn't take it. She'd written me a letter, posted that same day, telling me so, and saying how much she'd enjoyed the times she'd had with me, and that she was sorry, so very sorry, but she wasn't going to let me see her go downhill, and give the harpies something to crow about." Lola left me some money in her will, a lot of fucking money! We knew she's married early, when she was nineteen, to a businessman from up north, but Lola didn't say much about it. He died of a heart attack while he was on the job, and Lola told me that she hadn't realised he was dead at first, she just thought he'd gone to sleep after cumming. Well, when she got over the shock of having a corpse in her bed, she called in an ambulance, and the autopsy showed he'd had a heart attack, sure enough, and then she found out he was a wealthy bastard, not telling her he had a separate bank account that she didn't know about. If her lawyer hadn't dug into his finances, she may have never known about it. His family put their hooks in for a hand-out, but Lola was a canny woman. She fought back, and she fought hard, winning the lot. She kept quiet about her money, and didn't let on to the rest of the family she was flush. Our family lived in the meanest part of town, and there were girls everywhere whose only chance at affording the clothes on their backs, and whatever else they wanted, was to hook for it, as jobs were scarce. Big Al Slocumbe ran the girls, and most of them were not worth looking at after being in his stable after a while. He wore them out, and they were old before their time. God, I hated to see the misery and hopelessness in their eyes. When Slocumbe got his hooks into you, you were his, body and soul. He didn't let go, and he'd use blackmail and violence to keep you in line. So me and the boys who were my crew, we went around those girls, and made them a deal. They came over to us, and they got a better split of the money they made. I took a third, finder's fee, and they kept the rest, to do with what they wanted. After explaining it to a few of the scared girls, they talked it over, always away from Big Al, and away from his bully boys. By the end of a couple of weeks, we had promises from all but three terrorised girls. I visited them, put their fears to rest as best I could, then I moved. The fight was short, but bloody. Big Al and several of his henchmen died in the firefight, but the police couldn't prove me or any of my boys were there, so they had to let me go. Life got better for my girls, and they became their old selves again, and you'd actually hear laughter on the streets, the girls happy. I was happy, and my reputation among the criminal world got stronger, and more solid. I had girls who'd come to me and ask for work, and some would stay until they'd paid their bills off, and some stayed on for longer, those who loved sex my most favourited and asked for. Little Jeeny Sprite was one such girl. Eighteen, in college, she loved sex, and she loved anal sex in particular. Of course I tried her out when she came to me looking for work, me never having tried the back passage before, and by my sweet sainted Aunt Lola, but could that girl use her arse! I was a wreck by the time she finished with me. Jeeny Sprite, and yes, that's what she wanted her name to be, not telling me what her real name was, was a tiny thing, blonde with huge blue eyes. She had an innocent quality about her that endeared her to her clients. Slim figure, small rosy-tipped nipples, a little hair on her snatch, and perfect in every detail. She could get you hard, just by locking stares with you, and smiling. She made a lot of money doing the Lolita act. And she could pull it off, especially when she dressed in a school uniform! She'd make you believe she was only twelve, for fuck's sake! Dad and my uncles would come around every so often, and for a discounted fee, they could have a girl of their choice. Dad and my Uncle Mike always wanted Sherry, who looked like a younger version of my mother. Neither knew about the other man wanting her, and it surprised me that Uncle Mike had been carrying a torch for my mother all these years, even marrying a woman who looked like her in an oblique way. I did some digging into Sherry's background, just to satisfy my curiosity, using a discrete private detective, one I've used since, and he discovered that my grandfather had had an affair, and Sherry was the result of that union. Dad and Uncle Mike didn't know they were having sex with their sister, and I never told them. But I did look after her, which caused a little bit of jealousy among the girls, but I put my foot down, and told them to stop poking their noses into what didn't concern them. I'd had Sherry a time or two myself, always paying her, sometimes more than what her fee was, but she took it, putting the cash into her purse, and getting down to business. I would be gentle with her, and I'd always see my mother's eyes looking at me when I was on top of her, moving inside of her. I couldn't help myself. I'd always wanted my mother as a young boy, and I'd lie awake in bed, jacking off, imagining me fucking her, instead of my Dad. Mum hated the idea of having a pimp as a son, but I used some of my money to buy her things, little things, and slowly, she came around to liking me again, but still not comfortable with my status on the streets. Then one day, Mum met Sherry on the street, while she was shopping. Mum noticed Sherry shopping for a new dress, and followed her around, drawn by the girl's looks, finding something familiar about her. Mum finally got her courage up, and approached Sherry, and got to talking with her. They got on really well, and the next time when I went to visit Mum, Sherry was in the parlour, and Dad was conspicuous by his absence. That wasn't like him; he'd always be there to check out any good-looking girl that was in his home. Sherry and I pretended not to know each other, shaking hands and doing the 'How-do-you-do' thing. Mum introduced me as a businessman, making Sherry smile, turning up the corner of her lips in a shared secret, and then I sat back, watching them, watching the interplay between them, two sisters who didn't know they were sisters. They chatted about this and that, getting to know each other, and then Sherry got up to leave, telling Mum she had to work a nightshift. Mum told her she was about to dish up dinner, so I told Sherry that I was sure her boss would let her have the night off, that I'd see to it personally, and have a chat to him, as I knew him. She looked at me, and asked if that was okay, and would she still have a job tomorrow? I assured her that it was, and that after I called her boss, she would. She sat back down, and while Mum was fussing in the kitchen, she sipped her tea, and kept looking at me, flicking her eyes at the phone. Right! Got it! So I called one of my boys, and pretending to be speaking with her boss. I spun a tale about Sherry having to take the night off, and that she had family business to take care of! Well, I wasn't lying, not about that part, at least! My mate, Harry, was howling in laughter on the other end, and I mentally made a point of kicking his arse when I saw him next! It was after dinner that Mum asked Sherry what the names of her parents were, and Sherry said she was brought up by her mother; she didn't know who her father was. So Mum, who just had to know, asked her what her mother's name was, and when Sherry mentioned the name, Mum went pale, and gasped, "Oh, my God! That was my father's secretary! He had to let her go, said she'd gotten herself pregnant, and he didn't want her near him anymore!" That's when the penny dropped, and Mum went paler still, and nearly dropped into a faint. She was crying, Sherry looked like she wanted to cry and run away, she'd actually got to her feet to leave, but my Mum, she just grasped her sister in a big bear hug, and wouldn't let her go. Then there were two wailing women in the parlour, and I didn't know what to do. Dad was white as a sheet, and he looked like he wanted to be sick. Next thing I know, we were both holding a bottle of beer each, suddenly thirsty, and Dad, that big, gruff, sleazy man that he was, was crying, and was saying he was sorry, so sorry, he didn't know! Mum of course thought he was talking about Sherry and her mother being abandoned by her father, and was trying to comfort him as well! Then Sherry told us her real name was Angela, and that she'd given us a false name as she'd only met us, and she didn't trust too many people. That's when Angela told Mum what she did for a living, but kept my name out it. Mum must have made the connection, because she rounded on me, and accused me of leading her sister astray, among other things. Angela sat Mum down, told her she'd got it wrong, and told her she'd sought me out, hearing that I treated my girls with respect, saying that was something her boss, me, learned from her, my mother! That mollified my mother, who sobbed into her handkerchief, and promised that she'd get in contact with Angela's mother, and welcome her into the fold. They wouldn't be pariahs any longer, but loved and looked after. Surprised the hell out of me and Dad, I can tell you. Mum was an Aquarian, and when she took to you, she did it all the way, come hell or high water! Dad was an Aries, a big soft, loyal, dense blockhead. He loved my mother, stood by her all these years, no matter the hell she put him through. He only went with Sherry, Angela, because Mum had shut up shop, and wouldn't give him any sex. He'd heard, 'Not in the mood' so often, he didn't touch her any more either. They lived in the same house, ate together, watched television together, and slept in the same bed together. Apart from that, there were no more late night screaming sessions from my mother. I was sad about that, but that was something they had to work out on their own. Would you believe it took me, me of all people, to bring a whole lot of catch-up sex back into their lives? Hah! I shit you not! Let me tell you about it, you ain't going to believe what I'm about to tell you, and bugger me sideways, if I don't believe me either! I was in my office one day, not long after Mum found out about Sherry, Angela, sorry, being her sister. Angela continued to work for me, and I allowed her to pick her own customers, and she made more from that, being exclusive. As it was a profitable arrangement, we made more money, and I was happy with that. Anyway, I was in my office, like I said when my mate, Harry, poked his head in the door, and tells me I got a visitor. I could tell by the look on his face it wasn't no ordinary type of caller, so I asked him who it was. He looked over his shoulder, and asks me if I should tell her I was busy, and to see me later? Her? Now I was interested, but Harry didn't send girls away if they were looking for work, so I got up to see who it was. When I did, I nearly shit myself! It was my mother, and she looked nervous, looking like she wanted to bolt out of there. I took her arm, and ushered her into the office, and closed the door. I put her on the couch, and we sat there, Mum looking like she was in the Devil's parlour, and wringing her hands, not looking at me. Finally, after a few minutes of silence, Mum asks me, in a timid kind of voice, if I thought she was attractive. She looked at me then, and my heart broke to see hope, fear of rejection, and desperation in her lovely brown eyes. I sat back, careful to frame my words, and told her, yes, I did think she was attractive, and confessed to her that as a young boy, I used to fantasize about her. She looked shocked, and then she asked me, if I thought she was attractive, why didn't my father? She was so lonely, she couldn't bear it. He wouldn't touch her, and she desperately needed him to. "We don't make love anymore!", she said with heat in her voice. "We just lie there", she said, "and I want him to touch me, to hold me, but he won't! Is he seeing another woman?" I told her no, of course not, not willing to go there. He still saw Sherry, and it was Sherry he had sex with, not Angela. Mum just sat there, and then there were tears in her eyes, and she threw herself into my arms, and then she was kissing me, her son, and there was a frenzy in her actions. She needed to know she was still desirable, still an attractive woman, and so she turned to the only male in her life that she could trust, one who wouldn't tell on her. I went with it, kissing her back. That she was my mother didn't matter a bit to me. I could smell her arousal, and it was heady and cloying in my nostrils, driving me on, dictating my actions. Like I said before, my mother is still a pretty woman, still well stacked and firm for her age, and all the fantasies I ever had about her came to the fore, and I wanted her, desired her, so very badly. When we came up for air, I was on my back, and Mum had her hands in my pants, trying to extract my straining cock, and as she got up, it popped out of my pants, and she gasped as she saw it. "Is that what made Lola cum so loudly?" she asked, a little shy now. I was gloriously erect, and my seven inch pork torpedo was thick and hard, and there was a drop of my juice oozing out of the purple tip. Mum began to slide her hand up and down it, gently caressing it, milking it, unable to take her eyes off it. "Oh God, she breathed, "it's been a long time since I've seen one!" Then looking at me she asked me, "What do we do now?" I asked Mum if she'd ever gone down on Dad, and she blushed, rather prettily. "No", she said. "I don't know how! What if I got it wrong and he didn't like it? My God, that would be embarrassing!" I told her that I knew just the girl who could help her, and when she squeaked, "No!" I picked up the phone, and told Harry to find Mary Catherine, and send her up, and just let her in. I stressed that this was personal, and to keep silent about it, clear? He replied in the affirmative, and rang off. Mary Catherine was an Irish Catholic girl who used to be a nun. She'd taken vows, had served in a convent on the coast, and from all accounts, she was a good nun. Only trouble was, she couldn't keep her hands off the neighbourhood cocks. She had to have her hands on one, or two, or more if she could. She was a true lover of penises. But her main speciality was oral sex. She loved to suck cock. She was always asked for, because either the women in the clients love-life didn't know how to do it, or didn't do it at all. She could keep you on the edge for so long, you'd go crazy from frustration, but when she let you cum, you had a religious experience! Mary Catherine was five-six, curvy, and had blue eyes that sparkled every time she looked at a man. That's not to say she didn't like the ladies, far from it. She could work her magic with a woman's pussy just as well as with a hard cock. We had repeat visits from many ladies, wanting more of her tongue, fingers, and toys. Apparently, quite a few of the younger nuns cried when Mary Catherine was defrocked for sucking off the bishop, only discovered when the Mother Superior walked in on them. The poor man had never been with a woman before he met that cock-hungry Sister. He wasn't about to forget her either, you can bet on that! When Mary Catherine put on her habit, there was a real nun standing there, and you would not believe how many men wanted to have sex with a nun! Brilliant! With Mum's hand still attached to my rigid member, Mary Catherine turned up a few minutes later, took one look, and was all business. "What would you like me to do?" she asked me, and I told her that this lady her had never performed oral sex before, and could she help her? Mary Catherine just smiled at my mother, and came to kneel in front of me, and invited the blushing, shocked woman to join her on the floor. Mum did, a bit in shock, and she looked lost, not knowing what to do next. Mary Catherine took my cock in her hand, and told Mum to watch her, and then do as she did. The lovely brunette licked the head of my cock, and then put her lips just on the tip, the moved her head forward, until she had the whole head in her mouth. She gave me a couple of licks, and I groaned in pleasure. Then she moved back and told the woman beside her to do what she'd just done. My embarrassed mother put her lips on me, and with her eyes closed, she did as she was told. Then with the expert in fellatio guiding her she proceeded to give me a perfectly good blowjob. Mary Catherine told her how to lick me, suck me, and use her tongue to give me pleasure. Mum took to it like a duck to water. When Mum was bobbing her head and sucking on my turgid cock, Mary Catherine lifted the back of Mum's dress, and pushed her panties down to her knees, and opened her legs. Mum's eyes flew open, and went to say something, but my little expert just held her head steady, and told her to keep going, this wasn't going to hurt, she might even like it! Then putting her hand on Mum's butt, she slid it down, until she had Mum's pussy cupped in her hand. Mary Catherine began to talk to my mother then, in a purring husky voice. My Mum couldn't d say anything, not with her mouth full, her tongue swirling on my cock-head, and Mary Catherine telling her what a good girl she was, how she could see the older woman loved my cock, that she'd be able to pleasure any man she met, then seeing her wedding band, told her how her husband will love her for all the times she'd blow him, sucking the seed from him, drawing out his strength, making him her own. While she was speaking to the lovely older woman between my legs, she was using her fingers on Mum, and she showed me how wet she was by holding up her hand, soaked in juices, which she licked off, offering me some. I sucked on Mary's fingers, my Mum's juices sweet and intoxicating. I was moaning, my mother was making moaning noises, her rear end rotating to what Mary Catherine was doing to her, and with a loud groan from me, and a gurgling scream from my orgasming parent, we came together, and Mum choked as my sperm shot into her mouth, to dribble down her chin. She actually swallowed what she could, smacking her lips in pleasure at the taste. She looked shell-shocked, her eyes glassy, and had a lop-sided smile on her face. Mum looked at me, and she grinned at me, a wicked gleam in her eye as she said, "Holy sweet Jesus, wait till your father gets home tonight! He's not going to know what hit him!" then she collapsed in laughter, her face in my groin, and then she proceed to clean me up, using her tongue, chuckling all the time. Me and my fellatrix laughed with her. I had a feeling their `dry spell' was over! After Mum had pulled herself together and left, I sat there, a smile on my face. I had finally been with my mother, if only for a short time, and boy, did I want more! When Mary Catherine left shortly after Mum, I got Harry to pay her. One rule I have is that my girls never perform for free, even if it was me, or one of the boys. That kept them happy, and not reluctant to come to me when called upon. It also kept them loyal. My girls knew they could rely on me, and I never ripped them off, and dealt harshly with anyone who tried. Not many did. I had a few other business interests, and with the income coming in, I was reasonably wealthy. So I took a break, putting my best man on the job as the manager. I had no worries about him. He was steady, made the right decisions, and looked after the girls. They liked him, and any bother was quickly sorted out, to everyone's satisfaction. So I walked away, and looked for new experiences. I took a holiday for a few weeks on a cruise ship, paying for my parents to go on one of their own. Mum and Dad were happier than I'd seen them for a long time. Mum put her new skills to good use, and would you believe it, Dad wasn't shy about returning the favour! When I returned from my holiday, I spent less time at the office, and spent more time at home. I knew my business was in good hands, so I didn't have to be there at all. I gave everyone bonuses for good work well done, and some of the girls went on a shopping spree, and enjoyed themselves immensely. Things were going well, then one day I got a phone call at home from Harry. Sherry was in a bit of bother, and could she come around and talk to me? I told him, sure, send her over, and we'd discuss whatever she had to talk about. Sherry's mother hadn't known what her daughter did for a living, and Sherry didn't tell her, only saying that she was working in a good job, and it paid well, nothing more. I didn't know what she wanted to talk to me about, so I waited patiently for her to arrive. Sherry turned up forty-five minutes later by taxi, and when I opened the door, she was standing there with a little girl, perhaps eight to ten years of age, hard to tell, as she was small and skinny, all brown hair and big brown eyes, looking scared of this big man in front of her, a stranger. "Ron", she said to me after they'd gotten settled, "I want you to meet Anne. She answers to Annie, but doesn't like that name very much. Her grandfather used to look after her, down the street from where I live, but he died two days ago. I can't look after her. I thought you might be able to". She looked frazzled, and her nerves were showing by the way she kept shifting around in her seat. "Please, Ron! She's got no-one else!" she pleaded. "I asked around, and she's all alone, she's got no mum or dad! You've got to help her! I don't want to see her in a home. She needs love and caring for." Angela was one of a very few who had permission to call me Ron. She was family, and therefore, knowing her as I did, she'd earned the right to use the shortened version of my name. No-one called me Ronny. Not if they still wanted their teeth! I asked the little orphaned waif to come to me, holding out my arms, and with a look at Angela, who nodded to her, telling her it was alright, she'd be safe, she came to me shyly, half-scared by this change in her life, and this strange man she didn't know. The child was about four feet tall, and her hair was thin but fine, and when I put my hands on her ribcage, I felt the ribs. She must be hungry, I thought, so I got up, and holding her by the hand, took her into the kitchen, Anne's eyes grew big, as she took in my kitchen. "Wow, mister", she said, "is all this yours?" I smiled down at her, and picking her up, I sat her on the counter. She weighed next to nothing, and I vowed then I'd take her in, and raise her as my own. I didn't have children, and missed the joys of holding and hugging my own child. It was a deep hole in my life, and I felt good as I looked at this girl-child, and watching her face as I made a meal for us, I almost laughed at her curiosity and wonder. Then lunch was ready, and then Angela, Anne and I sat down, and as we ate, I asked Angela all about the girl, who her grandfather was, and whether anyone would come looking for her. Angela only knew that the grandfather was an unemployed alcoholic, and Anne was put into his care as he was the only living relative she had. Angela looked with pity at the girl, who was stuffing herself. She'd been hungry, alright. God alone knows when the last time she'd had a decent meal. I asked Angela whether her mother couldn't have taken care of the girl, and she shook her head. "No", she said, "Mum doesn't want any part of her". She wouldn't talk about it, and got angry at the thought of Angela giving up her job to care for the girl, even if Angela worked part-time to raise her. That took care of that, no living relations, so all that was needed was the approval of this little orphan. I looked at the girl, and as she was finishing her lunch with a big burp, I waited till she looked at me. I studied her, and saw a pretty little girl, who'd grow up to be a pretty young woman. When Anne finally looked at me, noticing the silence, I took her hand, and spoke. "Anne," I began, "Angela tells me you have nowhere to go. Is this right?" Anne looked at me, and tears began to well up in her eyes. She nodded slowly, wondering no doubt what was coming next. I wished I could read minds, as that would give me an angle to work on with this child. "How old are you, sweetheart?" I asked her. "I'm ten", she said, still a little intimidated by me. I'd have to be gentle with her, I thought. "Angela has brought you here to me, because she thinks I can care for you, and you'd live well. You'd never go hungry, and no-one will ever hurt you. I promise to take care of you, and see to it that you have everything, within reason, you could want. I'll put you in school, and that way, you'd be around children your own age. How does that sound to you?" Anne sat there, and digested what I'd offered her. Her eyes went wide as the offer sank home, and the first thing she said broke my heart. "I'd never go hungry again? I can eat anything I wanted to? I can go to the fridge, and have something to eat, anytime I wanted?" Damn it. It was so hard not to shed a tear at hearing that. I'd never gone hungry, I didn't know how she felt, but I resolved then and there that she could camp out in the fucking fridge if she wanted to! I took her hand, so small and tiny in my big one, and was gratified that she didn't pull it away. "You will eat well, little one. We'll soon have some meat on your bones, and we'll have good times, you and I!" Anne was looking at Angela, who was nodding, tears tracking down her cheeks. "Yes, you will, my little love! Ron here will look after you, and see to it you'll never be hungry again! Say yes, my love, and make us all happy!" Anne sat there, her head down, not saying a word. Then she was talking so softly, I thought she was praying. In a way, she was. "Please tell me what to do Mummy! Tell me what to do!" Then she cried, sobbing and gasping for breath, her little thin shoulders shaking. Anne got up from her seat, and with a happy look, she ran into my arms, and damn me if I wasn't teary-eyed too! Angela was sobbing, happy to see the child happy, and all of us just sat in the kitchen, Anne in my lap, me holding her, and together we spent some time adjusting to this new development. After Angela left, hugging me and giving me a kiss on my lips, a good long, tickle-my-tonsils kiss, she went down to her taxi, her demeanour so happy, she was almost skipping in joy. I turned to the waif standing next to me, and asked her what she wanted to do? Anne thought a moment, and said she didn't know, what did I want to do? I noticed first off that there wasn't any clothes or anything for my new ward, so I suggested we go shopping, how would she like that? Anne almost jumped out of her skin in excitement. So we hopped into my car, and we had a ball! Anne was in a fairy-tale of her own, she was the Cinderella princess, and she wanted everything she saw. We settled on new clothes, underwear, pajamas, nighties, toiletries, shoes, socks, and the bags we had to take home needed four trips from the car to be taken inside. Anne wanted to try everything on again, and when dinnertime rolled around, she was exhausted. That night, after putting Anne in her new big bed in a separate bedroom, I went out into the living room and made several phone calls. The people I called didn't make a fuss at being called so late, not with what I paid them, they shouldn't! By the time I was ready to hit the sack, I too was exhausted, but happy. After showering, I went to hop into bed, and then realised I had company. Anne wasn't in her bed, she was in mine! I sat on the bed in my towel, and touched her shoulder. Big brown eyes looked at me, and I asked her softly why she wasn't in her own bed? Anne looked up at me, and she told me that she'd always slept with her Poppa, her grandfather, even if he was stinky! Besides, she told me, she was afraid of that big bed, and that big room. She looked so sad, I gave in, and told her that I usually slept naked, so she shouldn't be in my bed when I did that. Anne told me it was okay, it was my bed, and if I slept naked, she'd be fine! I offered to put a pair of shorts on, but she just scooted over, and told me it was alright, she knew I wouldn't hurt her. So with some trepidation, I slid into the bed, careful not to let her see my privates. Anne giggled, and I told her gruffly to go to sleep! She sighed, and snuggled up to my back, and lying like that, we went to sleep. It took Anne several weeks to put on more weight. She was fed regularly, but her metabolism had slowed down from the regime of hunger, and I despaired of her ever putting the weight back on. I enrolled her in a good girl's school, but that too, took time for her to adjust, especially when some the more older girls made a habit of picking on her, terrorising the poor little mite. One night, Anne was sitting at the table, just pushing her dinner around her plate, her head down, so I couldn't see her face. When I asked her what was wrong, she said, "Ron, I hate my new school! I don't fit in there! I don't belong there! I should be in a public school, where I belong, with the other freaks!" "Are some of the girls there picking on you, Anne?" I asked her, my face and voice hard. She looked guiltily at me, and put her head down again. "No, Ron, I just don't belong there! Please put me in a public school!" "That's not going to make it go away, Anne", I told her. "You have to stand up to them; no matter how much bigger or smarter they think they are!" I took her hand and said, "Anne! Look at me!" She raised her head, and she was crying. "You have to stand up to them, Anne!" I told her again, "If you give in to them, they'll always be there, years from now, telling you that you're a freak, and that you don't belong! Be strong, my girl! One lesson I learned growing up on the streets was, hit them hard, and hit them fast!" Anne looked at me, saw the conviction in my eyes, and giggled at the thought of her hitting the big girls, and then she asked me, "How do I do that? Where do I hit them?" "Do they have boobs? I asked. She nodded. "Then hit them there! A young girl's boobs are really sensitive, and if you can't hit them there, hit them between the legs! That's an even more sensitive place for a girl, and for a boy, for that matter!" Anne really giggled at that, and soon we were in a lively discussion, talking about how to hit someone, how hard, where, and how to defend yourself against blows to your body. Anne had never been in a fight, so she had no concept of pain that could be made to hurt you, or to give hurt to another. I'd been in lots of fights as a kid, and as a young man, so I knew what I was talking about. The next day Anne went to school, and when she came home, she threw herself into my arms, and hugged me. "Thank you, Ron!" She gushed. "I did what you told me, and when Marisa picked on me again, I hit her hard, right in the boobs! She went down crying! It was so cool!" I asked her if she'd got in trouble for fighting on school grounds, and she told me yes, she'd got detention, "but it was sure worth it!" she grinned, her eyes glowing from the victory over the other girl. From that day on, no-one picked on Anne again. All she had to do was show her fist and growling face, and the bullies would back off. None of them wanted their boobs smashed by my little vixen! I was so proud of her, I took her out to dinner in a fine restaurant, and she could barely eat, she was so captivated by the opulence around her. She was fascinated by the waiters who brought us our dinners on a plate that had a silver cover over them. That was my special request for her. She'd seen it on television, and asked me if they did that here? I asked a waiter quietly if it could be done, as it was her birthday, and could they do it as a special treat? When the waiter whipped it off her plate, Anne was in raptures! When Anne turned eleven, I threw her a birthday party, the biggest and first of her young life. She had invited her friends, around twenty of them, and they spent the day having fun, and swimming in the pool. I love sunny days! There were a few twelve and thirteen year olds there that looked really tasty, especially in their little bikinis, and they looked sleek and firm as otters! God, but my cock was hard when I looked at them! Their firm breasts poked out, hard little points everywhere, and young girls have ways of knowing when an older man is looking at them, and they played for me, whether some of them knew what they were doing or not, it didn't matter. It was fun watching them just the same. Anne had started finally to fill out, and she had nice twin round bumps on her chest that rode high, and she was developing curves in all the right places, and her bikini bottoms hugged her mound, showing me her tiny slit, and I had to tell myself off for getting a rod of iron just watching the way her bikini bottoms hugged her bum, and rode up between her lovely bum crack. I watched the young girls, trying to keeping my face straight, but I did have a couple of the even tastier Mums noticing where my eyes went to, all those beautiful little pussies and butts on display, and one of them pulled me aside and wanted to know if I was interested in her daughter, a lovely little big breasted twelve year old, and she told me that if I was, they were a double package, if I was interested! You bet I was! I couldn't keep my cock down after that. Mumsy took me aside a little later, and gave me a taste of what I could expect, both her and her daughter doing some very naughty things to my manhood! They left me weak-kneed, and smiling for the rest of the day! Oh, so you want to know what we did? Thought you might! Well, hang on, mate, I'm getting to that, hold your horses! Jesus, what a horny bastard you are! Remember those phone calls I told you about, well, one was to the private dick, and I'd got him to do some digging into Anne's past, and that wasn't the most joyous of tasks going through it, once the information about her parents and home life came in. The other calls were to my lawyer, and she put in the paperwork to get adoption proceedings under way. The other couple of calls were to other people, high placed people, to smooth the way for the adoption to happen. Now Anne was my adopted daughter, and I was one happy man! After that first night, I had managed to convince Anne to sleep in her own bed, safer I thought, for both of us. Her little girl smell, which endears her to me, also made me very hard. Now, I'd never thought of having sex with little girls, never entered my mind on any level, but as Anne would hug me, lie on the couch with me, and wriggle her little slim butt against my body, it would make me inhale sharply as my body would react from the caresses she gave me. I tried to move away from her, to distance my boner from her pert and taught bum, but it was if she was trying to make me hard, like a game she was playing, or like she was reacting to her own body's developing needs as a growing woman, I couldn't tell. So a few days after her eleventh birthday, I was sitting up in bed, doing some sums on my laptop. Then, as I always have the bedroom door open, my bed facing the door, in case Anne needed me for anything, I looked up to see her standing there, just looking at me, and I couldn't decipher the look in her eyes. She had a deep, almost longing look there that, if I'd seen it on another, more older woman, I'd have guessed it was sexual in nature. But she was still a growing child, and I told myself that it couldn't be. Anne was dressed in her nighty, a pale pink colour that looked skin floating around her. It was a vibrant colour, one she'd picked out herself, and it complemented her pigmentation. She just stood there, us swapping stares, and then she asks me if she could sleep with me tonight. I asked her what was wrong with her own bed, and she told me that she was feeling lonely, and wanted to cuddle. I flipped back a corner of the covers on my left hand side, the side I usually sleep on, and with a bright smile, she slid in next to me, and cuddled in close. As she did, her nighty rode up, and I noticed she'd left her panties off. I don't know if it was by accident or not, but her little hand brushed my cock, which flared into life, and seconds later, she did it again, while she moved to get more comfortable. I went red, and tried to ignore her, until the distraction of having her there in my bed finally made me shut off the lappy, and put it away. Then I turned off the light, and settled down to sleep, holding my lovely sweet-smelling daughter. I was woken up during the night out of s deep sleep by movement in the bed. Like I told you before, I always sleep naked, and as I lay there coming awake, the movement I felt was Anne rocking her hips back and forth, and my hard cock was between her legs, rubbing her puffy pussy lips. As it went in, I could feel her lips part and cling to my cock-head as it swiped past her little clitty, and both of us were slick with juices, making the process easy, too easy. I don't know how long she'd been doing that, but I was close, close to erupting all over her. My breath rasped in my throat, and my balls were tightening up, a sure sign I wasn't far off my climax. Anne was moaning, and flexing her thighs, and when I got my weight on my elbow to look at her, she went still, but her little puss was still clenching me, not willing to stop. Looking down at her, feigning sleep, I asked her what she was doing. She mumbled, "Dreaming." "Oh," I said, "is it a nice dream, then?" I saw her eyes move under her eyelids, and she sighed, smiled, and said, "Yes. Very nice." Then I grinned, not fooled by her `sleep-talking", and told her to keep dreaming then, and I'd dream along with her, if that was all right? Anne grinned, not realising I could see her face, and began to move her hips again, and even though that rest had given me time to cool down, the feeling of her little slit opening on my head was pure heaven, soft and silky. I began to move with her, not attempting to enter her, which you can bloody well bet I wanted to, and together we humped, getting faster, and more vocal as we did. I was groaning out loud, and I put my hand on her chest, cupping her small tit, which fit into my hand, soft and yet firm, her nipple poking my palm, and then I gently pinched her nipple. Anne gasped, and shoved down on me, then started to thrash, her own climax coming quick and strong. I couldn't hold back, and shoved forward, a reflex action, and in doing so, my cock changed angle, and penetrated her clinging lips, and my cock-head was buried in her, my love, my goddess, my daughter. She squealed, and went "Oomph!" her breath exploding out of her. I held still, afraid I'd hurt her, but as I came, shooting my seed into her, which spurted back out, all the time Anne kept moving, as if to bury my shaft into her little slim body. When we'd calmed down, Anne wiggled her bottom, and made a "Mmmm" noise, then settled back into my flaccid and sticky cock, and went to sleep, smiling at another victory in her short life. I lay there, breathing heavily, and I was in a state of unease, despite what had happened. My little girl was growing up rapidly, and the change kept me awake for a long time. Two days later, we were cuddling on the couch, and then Anne turned to me, and out of the blue, asked if she could see me? "You are seeing me", I told her, not understanding. Anne sat up, and pushed a few strands of hair out of my eyes, and said, no, she wanted to see me, darting a look at my crotch. I sat up as well, and held her close. "Why do you want to do that, pet?" I asked her. Anne went silent, then turning to me, her brown eyes open wide in wonder, she told me she'd heard some of the girls, the older ones ay school, talking about their boyfriend's cocks, and they were comparing them, commenting on different sizes and shapes. "I've felt yours", she told me, "but I've never seen it. Can I, please? Just so I know what they were talking about! Please, Ron, can I?" I sighed, feeling out of my depth. I had promised Anne I'd never hold anything back from her, that I'd always tell her the truth, but we were on a slippery slope already, and it was getting more dangerous as it was. I studied her face, and she was honestly curious, no guile or hidden agenda there that I could see. I thought about it, then I told her that if I did, she couldn't tell anyone, not even her best friend, is that clear? She smiled then, a big wide grin, and told me she hadn't said a word to anyone about we did in my bed the other night, to which I mentally slapped myself for forgetting to talk to her about, so she wasn't about to blab about this! So I told her we were going to have a shower together, and then she could look all she wanted, if she still wanted to. Anne was up and running to the bathroom before I'd finished speaking! Anne was naked, and had the shower running when I got there. I undressed, and she kept staring at my crotch, and when my underpants hit the floor, her eyes went wide, and she whistled, saying, "Wow! Is he asleep?" Then she giggled at my growl, and together we stood under the water, and began to soap each other down. I turned her, and soaped down her back, giving her a massage as I did so, making the tiny girl relax under my hands, and moan deliciously. I got her to put her weight on her hands, up against the shower wall, and as I went lower, she pushed her bum out at me, so I spent some time down there, rubbing and massaging her little globes. Then getting curious myself, my fingers dipped into her crevice, and I ran my fingers all over her butthole, and pouty pussy lips, rubbing them, feeling the way they moved under my gentle probing. Anne began to give small moans as she began to move under my ministrations, and then I felt wetness, but not from the water pouring down over us. Anne leaned even more forward, offering herself to my fingers, and as I rubbed her little nubbin, she gasped, and her knees buckled, making me grab her, and stand her back up. Then her eyes closed, and she began to move, jerking her hips, then she gave the cutest little meow sound, and then grunted, thrashing herself on my exploring digits. I had one finger in her puss, just up to one knuckle, and I could feel that lovely orifice contract and try to suck it in, as she forced her butt down on it, one of my other fingers rubbing her tiny clitty button Anne was gasping, riding her climax, and she kept sliding down the wall, to finally sit there, holding her puss, and moaning. Then shaking her head to clear it of the running water, she stood, looking flushed and grinning at me, told me it was my turn! I was hard by this time, and when she saw it sticking out at her, she gasped, and said, "Oh, boy, it's so big, Ron! The girls at school don't know what they're talking about!" She giggled again, a girly sound, and I loved hearing it. Anne soaped up her hands, and took hold of my straining member, and began to rub it, up and down along the length, using both hands to do it. I gave her pointers on how to wank me, putting one hand on the base to steady it, and to use the other hand to grip it lightly, and rub up and down. She really got into it, and before I knew it, my knees buckled, and Anne cried out in wonder as I shot off all over her body, my white cream shooting out with great force, making me grunt each time she jacked me. A spurt of semen was hanging off her erect nipple, before being washed off by the running water. You should have seen her, she was so bloody proud of herself, and I was proud of her too, she did marvellously for her first time! We spent most of that day nude, and I'd get hard again watching her little puss and butt, each time she turned around, or sat on the couch, and I resolved to teach her all she wanted to know about sex, whenever she wanted to talk about. She learned a lot, I can tell you, in those months that followed! Right. Now to tell you about Mumsy and her well-endowed daughter. I can see you rubbing yourself in expectation, so let's get that out of the way, shall we? You're a horny bunch, you writers. You should get out more often, find a woman, and get that dirty water off your chest! I was having dinner with Anne, and she was next to nude, wearing only panties, and sheer ones at that! When I saw them on the rack, I made an off-hand comment that they'd look good on her, so she grabbed then immediately! How I loved to see her little slit through the material! I always get hard seeing her in them, with her bare breasts, and pale pink nipples! Especially when she sits with her feet up on the couch! Here, here's a picture I took of her, not long after. What do you think? Kmndvlkjhvihgvednv Oho! That rattled you, didn't it? I got a few more if you want to take a break for five minutes? No? Oh, well, your loss. Only offer once, that's my motto! Anyway, I asks her about Mrs So-and so and she tells me all about her and her daughter. She had the money, she married him for his company interests, and together they had one child, the daughter, and then Mrs So-and so kicks him out, and pays him off, buying out his interest in the company, and tells him to piss off and don't come back. Ruined him, but made her a reputation as a formidable opponent. Not many men would go up against her, as she always won. Always. A real business Diva. The daughter had a reputation as a slut at school, but Anne thought that was a result of jealousy, her Mum being so powerful and influential, and all. I laughed, and when Anne asked me what was so funny, I told her about what had happened at her birthday party. Anne was wide-eyed in delicious shock, her mouth hanging open, and then she laughed as well, and told me maybe she should be even better friends with the girl, as she probably could teach her a thing or two! So I pulled out her number, and called it. The mother answered the phone, and we spent a good ten minutes chatting, ending with an invitation to dinner at my place. When the mother asked me about Anne, where would she be, I told her that Anne was looking forward to seeing them, and maybe picking up some tips, anything her daughter could teach her. We had a date then! When they turned up, they were dressed similarly, both in slinky off-the shoulder black dresses, and no panty lines! They wore high heels, thrusting their cute butts out, and they had a lovely wiggle as they came in. The daughter was a head shorter than her mother, but was just as pretty, and just as curvy. Mum's boobs were bigger, of course, but not by much, and they wore no bras either, as I could see both sets of nipples clearly as they thrust through the tight material. When Anne saw there were panty-less, she ducked behind a wall, and shimmied out of hers, tossing them into a corner. I was informal, just in jeans and shirt, no shoes, so the ladies took my cue, and took off theirs, giving me flashes of shaved pussy lips as they did so. Anne was in a miniskirt, and sat with her legs crossed, but opening them a little bit at a time as we chatted, showing the two ladies she was just as adventurous as they were! When it was time for dinner, we chatted some more, and afterward, sitting out on the patio, enjoying the warm night, I mentioned I had a jacuzzi, and would they like to take a dip? After inspecting it, all three women shucked off their dresses, and were naked in no time. I laughed, and stripped out of my clothes, and then joined them as they ogled my stiffening manhood. Anne floated over to sit on my lap, rubbing her pussy lips against my stiff rod. The older lady, whom I'll call Tera, and her daughter, Suzie, chatted with me some more, and the conversation got more raunchy the more we talked. Tera was telling me about the first time she knew Suzie was sexually active. "I kept missing my favourite vibrators", she said. "Then one afternoon, I hear Suzie moaning, and went to investigate. I found her on her bed, stark naked, with one vibrater buried in her sweet little quim, and one in her butt!" "She was tossing all over the bed, grabbing her sweet little boobs, and climaxing. God, but it was so erotic! I had to join her, so I stripped off, and started to lick her pussy as Suzie was cumming, making her go into seizures! Her juices tasted so lovely, and when I licked her clit, Suzie screamed in orgasm again, and again! I'm so proud of my little girl! How old were you dear? Eleven, was it?" "No, mother. I was nine and a half! I had broken my own cherry when I was eight, by mistake when I was learning how to use your vibrators! It hurt a little, but the feeling of having that buzzing instrument in me was out of this world!" Suzie giggled. "If only I'd thought to ask about lube! I would have enjoyed myself more!" Tera turned to me as I looked at this girl who had just matter-of-factly told us she'd been diddling herself on her mother's toys since she was eight! Holy fuck and a half! Would you believe it? Tera looked me in the eye, and asked if I was having sex with Anne yet? She had an excited gleam in her eye, and she panted, grasping underwater for my cock, which was stiff, so very hard and stiff at the turn of conversation. No, I told them, Anne had told me she wasn't ready yet, and I'd wait until she was. I loved her, and didn't want to screw that up. I told Tera that we'd done other things, mainly mutual masturbation, and having sex by me putting my cock between her legs, and rubbing it on her pussy lips. Suzie was rubbing her own by then, a feral gleam in her eyes. Anne spoke up and told the two lecherous women that she wanted to hold off for a little while yet, because she just didn't want to go that far, despite knowing that I wanted to make love to her. Then Suzie spoke up, and there was pure naked lust in her voice, belying the fact that it was coming from a twelve year olds mouth. "I'll fuck him, mother", she told her naked parent. "If he wants to fuck a little girl, he can fuck me! I want his hard shaft up me! I need it now!" She grinned, and floated over to me, and held my pole in her hands, chuckling. "If it's alright, with him, it's alright with me! Tera told her child, and it was alright with me, definitely! So the young girl sat on my lap, and guiding my hardness to her opening, she sat down slowly, feeling me slide into her, and she was not tight exactly, but the young girl was certainly very, very snug! Anna was gaping at this display of sexual aggression from her little classmate. Suzie's small body was weightless in the water, and I didn't have to hold her up, she just bounced on me in the pool. She had her hands locked behind my head, and was in a different world now, one where all the sensations she was feeling were centred in her small and grasping pussy, as it glided up and down me. Tera had Anna in her lap now, and was stroking her tiny sparsely thatched quim, her fingers making the girl squirm and whimper. She spoke to me, and I snapped back to reality, feeling but not paying attention to what her daughter was doing to me. "My husband was a prude", she was saying. "Sex was only for procreation, not for fun. God, he was so boring! I put up with his feeble attempts in the bedchamber, only so that I could get pregnant. I really wanted a girl-child, and when I found out that I had one, I was elated!" Tera was gloating as she told me, "So when Suzie was born, you should have seen his face! He really wanted a boy, to follow in his father's footsteps, and didn't even look at Suzie as I held her for the first time. As far as he was concerned, nine months of term and labour was a waste of time. The prick! He wanted to try again, but I'd had enough of his grunting on me, so I kicked him out!" Suzie was on the home stretch now, and I could feel her channel flutter as she rode me, water splashing everywhere now as she bounced around on me. "He raised a fuss when I told him to get out. He thought that because we were married, and he was fucking me, that he owned me! Like hell! I already had the divorce papers drawn up by then! He was out, and for good! Some father he would have made!" Suzie was grunting and making small noises now, and with a spasm that rocked her entire body, she climaxed on my hard shaft. Her little puss clenched me, and that actually stopped me from shooting into her. Thank God for that! I wanted her mother as well, and given time to recover, I would. Anne was going into her own spasms, and she was cumming on Tera's manipulating fingers. Suzie was woozy, (Heh!), and drifted off my pole, into her mother's arms, while Anna drifted into mine. Suzie was cuddled, and Tera's hands stroked and massaged her boobs, rolling and gently pinching her nips. After the girls calmed down, we left the Jacuzzi and dried off, and walked into the living room, still naked, giving me a chance to look over the fabulous female flesh in my house. Tera was slimmish, with a woman's more mature body, with breasts that sagged slightly, but she must exercise to keep in trim, because there wasn't an ounce of excess fat anywhere. Her tight butt rolled and danced in front of me, and her shaved pussy looked plump and inviting. Her legs were trim and toned, and she didn't have a tan line anywhere on her body. She was golden and olive, and combining that with her dark eyes, black hair and aquiline nose, it gave her a Mediterranean cast to her features. Suzie was a miniature version of her mother. She too was lithe and sleek, and her little butt, captivated me with the slow way she walked, and I just knew she was going to be a man-eater, just like someone else I used to know. I thought to myself, I could make a lot of money with those two, either separately, or as a combo. We sat on the chairs and couch, Tera and Suzy on the couch, Annie and I on my big old favourite chair. My erection had returned full and stiff, and Anne kept shifting around to place herself in a more comfortable position, as it kept poking her in the butt-hole. Finally, she just moved so that she was sitting in my lap with her legs open, my erect member sticking up resting on her little lips, which were wet again. Both of my visitors looked at it hungrily, and turned to each other simultaneously. Tera grinned, and told her daughter it was her turn, Suzie having had first dibs on it. Suzie grumped, and asked her mother if she could get it ready for her. Tera smiled, and said that was okay, as long as she didn't go overboard and make me cum. Suzie got up, and walked over to me, and I stared at her little lips moving between her legs, then she knelt down between my legs, and put her mouth over me, licking the tip, and sucking slowly on the head. Anne was still on my lap, and had to hunch back to look down at the girl who, for a young girl, sucked on me like she'd done so for years. I was very surprised, and Tera, seeing my look, told me she knew of a girl in town, who specialised in the art of oral sex who she'd paid to teach Suzie, and maybe she could recommend me? I knew who she meant, and asked her if it was Mary Catherine she was talking about? Tera was surprised, and laughed, saying that I was a naughty boy, seeing a prostitute for a blowjob! I told Tera that I did know her, and had used her services a time or two, not mentioning that Mary was one of my girls! By this time, I was on my way to my climax, and Tera, seeing the look on my face, told her daughter to let up now, it was her turn to ride the pony! Suzie looked disappointed, and got up, passing her mother as she got up and came over to me. Annie got off my lap, and joined Suzie on the couch, while Tera got onto all fours on the carpet, and told me to take her, she was ready, more than ready, for a fucking! I moved behind her, and holding myself, pointed my cock, fat with need and blood, at her opening, and if she wanted a fucking, I was going to give her one. I put the head into her wet flower, and holding her hips, making her give a "Yes!" in anticipation, I drove myself forward, into a hot wet, snug, smooth snatch. Tera gasped, and dropped her shoulders onto the carpet, giving me a better angle to work with, and then starting slow, I slid in and out of her, a sawing motion, increasing my pace, and then she began to match me, lunge for push, grunt for groan, moan for gasp. I didn't notice the girls on the couch, all that I could concentrate on was the slurping, slapping sounds that we made, and the clutching spasming pussy channel I was pounding into. We went into overdrive, banging against each other, Tera crying out soft pants and moans, as I drove myself against her willing body. Then the tingles started, and groaning I was cumming, Tera was saying, "Yes! Cum for me baby! Cum in me!" I did just that, with a loud, "Aaaargggh!" I spewed my seed into her, as she lunged back at me, then grinding her pussy on my cock; she had a wailing cum herself. We fell sideways onto the carpet, and then Tera laughed, and said she hadn't had that much fun for years! "Suzie's father would shit himself if he saw what we just did!" the panting woman said, drawing gulps of air into her lungs, and breathing it back out, huffing. When we got our breath back, and got up off the floor, both girls were smiling, and both had their hands in their crotches, and the smell of sex and female arousal was heavy in the air. The two women went home after that, giving me kisses and promises to do this again, and then Anne and I showered together, and went to bed, both of us tired, and me exhausted. Right. Talking about tired, let's call a break here, and you give me a call next week, and we'll put some more of this story into print. I got things to do, Harry will send you over, okay? Take care lad, see you next week!