Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author's note: This is a work of pure fiction with no basis in reality
whatsoever.  The practice of pedophilia is an abhorrent perversion and is
not condoned nor advocated by the author.  Those who practice it should be
garroted by their own penis.  Lets face it, all you're going to do is screw
some innocent kid's mind up for life and that just isn't fair, or legal for
that matter.  They're NOT going to fall in love with your perverted ass,
however it does make for titillating prose, which is why The Wicked Doctor
X wrote the damn thing.  Enjoy responsibly, just don't pass it on to people
who will be adversely affected by it, like minors.  Any feedback concerning
this story will be appreciated, even negative feedback.

   The Neighbor's Daughters
By: The Wicked Dr.  X
It was never my intention to get involved with a girl like Marla; I
don't consider myself to be what you'd call a "dirty old man".  I don't
chase kids for sex, and I abhor the practice in those that do, it is truly
an abomination.  Pretty young girls are just that; "Eye candy", great to
look at, something to get your blood flowing, keep the old heart ticking,
if you will, but that's it.  At my age, sweet young sixteen-year-old girls
just look at you like you're some kind of nasty thing on the street that
should be avoided at all costs.  I understand that.  It's a biological
thing, and you can't blame the girls for it, nor should you.  They are
meant to breed with young, virile, men who can give them strong healthy
children.  That's the way it works, insuring the survival of the fittest
and finest.  Old men just don't produce the way we once did, and that's why
our women stop being fertile after they hit middle age.  Anyway, that's the
theory.  Apparently, Marla didn't read that bit in the book.  To be fair, I
guess I'm really not what you'd call old, at least not really.  Mid-forty's
is generally considered middle aged, but in the eyes of a mid-teen, old is
anyone over twenty-five.  I still have a good head of hair, and I've tried
to keep myself in as good a shape as I could find time for.  Not like I
spend time in those yuppie gyms the way some of my other neighbors do,
Marla's parents in particular are good for that sort of thing.  They seem
to spend their time being do-gooders while leaving Marla to fend for
herself.  Being a do-gooder isn't a bad thing.  As a society, we need
people like that, I guess, but it shouldn't be at the expense of the
family. I say that to you, but I'll never tell Marla's parents.  They might

start paying attention to her and that would wreck everything.

   Shortly after they moved into our upper middle-class neighborhood, and
her parents began whatever crusade they had taken on, Marla got a dog, a
puppy actually.  Just a tan little ball of fur with feet and a wet nose. 
This gave Marla a reason to take long walks around the fairly new up-scale
housing development we both lived in.  I was out in my yard one unusually
warm spring day doing some puttering yard work, trying to undo the damage
to my lawn after a long winter, when I first saw her and her cute little
fur ball.  She came strutting down the sidewalk with the dog on a leash.  I
think strutting is the right word for the way she was walking, looking like
she owned the street.  Head high, chest out, gliding like a model on a
runway.  Marla has long, natural blond hair, thick and beautiful.  She
looked like some young goddess as the breeze caught that hair, fanning it
around her cherubic face, and then behind her in a golden cloud.  Her
blazing green eyes bored into me when I looked up at her.  The dog had
decided he wanted to befriend me and trotted up for a pat on his fuzzy
little noggin.

   "And who are you?" I asked, as much to the dog as to the young goddess
walking him.

   "His name is "Killer," she replied with a grin and a little chuckle.

   "Killer?" I returned, suddenly backing away from the puppy in mock
terror.

   "Yah, it's as far away from what he really is, that it's kind of funny.
I like that kind of thing." She giggled sweetly watching my antics.

   "Me too," I said, patting the tiny pooch while he licked at my hand.

   "What's your name?" she asked, suddenly.  Taking me a little off guard.
I never expected her to give a shit what my name was.  Actually expected
her to just strut off down the street to where I knew a nice looking young
boy lived, and wiggle up and down in front of his house.

   I'm Bill.  Bill Thompson," I replied, holding out my hand, a leftover
gesture from my business dealings.  Normally I wouldn't offer to shake
hands with a sixteen-year-old goddess, it was just a knee-jerk reaction. 
Eagerly, she took my hand in hers and shook it firmly, holding it just a
little longer than would be considered necessary.  Her hand was so very
soft and warm; it gave my heart a much-needed kick in the ass.

   "I'm Marla Hilliard," she said in a sexy, sweet little voice, brushing
that lush, golden hair out of her eyes.  As she brought her hand down from
her face I watched in awe as she thrust that beautiful chest out a little
further, her perfectly round, nubile breasts thrust forward, hard nipples
pushing through the thin material of the scoop necked, belly exposing,
baby-t shirt she wore.  I noticed that there was no bra under that shirt,
and I could feel my dick getting harder by the second.  What I thought were
shorts, turned out to be one of the shortest, tightest denim skirts I have
ever had the pleasure to see.  This wasn't a good thing.  It would be quite
embarrassing if she noticed the rapidly enlarging bulge in my own shorts.
It was about that time that Killer decided to begin jumping up on my leg,
begging for a belly rub, so, being the dog lover that I am, I bent down to
give the little critter a healthy pat on his tummy.  Marla stepped closer
to where I was kneeling, spread her gorgeous legs wide right above my nose
and said, just loud enough for me to hear; "Darn dog gets all of the fun.
How about if you rub my tummy like that?"

   "Pardon?" I was sure I was hearing things.  No girl I ever talked to was
that bold.  I looked up slowly, into her angelic face.

   "Wouldn't you rather rub my belly like that?"

   Her legs spread slightly wider, and she bent a knee to touch my
shoulder. I had no choice, I had to look, and sure enough, no panties, just
the smoothest, succulent looking pussy a man could ever dream of seeing, a
mere eight inches from my drooling tongue.

   "You can have what ever looks good to you, Bill Thompson," she said in
that very quiet, conspiratorial voice.

   Very red-faced, I looked into her eyes again, saw that sweet smile,
watched her thrust those hips toward me and step a half step closer.

   "Ah, Marla, you're..."

   "Nowhere near a virgin.  Horney.  And attracted to slightly older men.
Older guys take time with their women, not like that high school kid down
the block whose idea of sex is the five minutes it takes him to get off."

   I guess that answered any question about the good-looking kid in the
neighborhood.  A wham-bam-thank you ma'am, kind of lover.

   "So, how do you know about his sexual performances?" I asked.

   "My mom told me," she replied without hesitation.

   " Did she now?  Still, you're awfully..."

   "Horney, Bill.  I want to do it with you.  I want to fuck you until
neither of us can walk straight, and we both have a shit-eating grin on our
faces for a week.  Is that plain enough for you, Bill?"

   "What about "Killer?" I asked.  By then she knew she had me, I could see
the sweet smile of victory play across that pretty face of hers.

   "Killer needs a drink of water, and a nap.  Do you have a bowl we could
put some water in for my little puppy, mister?" She asked for the bowl of
water in the most unbelievably sexy, little girl voice, I think that if I
were sure I wouldn't have been drawn and quartered, and then tarred and
feathered by the entire neighborhood's residents, I would have jumped on
her tight little body right then and there on the street.

   "I think I have a bowl in the house for your puppy, little lady," I
said, stammering a bit in anticipation.  I had no idea what was going to
come of this, but I was pretty damn sure it was going to be good.

   Marla scooped Killer into her arms and followed me into the house.  I
went to the kitchen and filled a bowl with cool water, setting it down on
the floor.  Killer bounded happily to the bowl and began lapping the water
down as though he hadn't seen any for days.  When I looked around for
Marla, she had just finished removing the last of what little she had been
wearing, and was standing in the middle of my living room, wearing only a
smile.

   "Hi," she said, and began gliding toward me, her beautiful bare feet
sinking into the deep carpet.

   "Hello, Marla."

   She reached out and began tugging at my shirt, whisking it over my head
with some bit of difficulty, since I'm just over six feet tall and she is
only five-one.  After that, she began on my pants, which seemed to pose no
problem for the girl.  She had more experience then I thought.  She began
tugging at my socks as well, pulling off each one and tossing it aside as
though she didn't like them.  Being where she was, it wasn't much for me to
just take hold of her sweet head in one hand and my hard cock in the other
and match the two together, which I did, to her obvious satisfaction.

   "Oh, my god, it's so fucking big and beautiful," she exclaimed before
eagerly opening her mouth to take it in.  Her head began bobbing furiously
up and down the shaft of my prick, taking it deeper and deeper with each
stroke.

   "Slow down, Marla.  No wonder your high school friend gets off so fast.
Slow down and enjoy it.  Feel it slide into your mouth, try to get it into
your throat without gagging too much."

   She backed away from me, and grinned.

   "That's not a problem, Bill," she said and opened her sweet mouth wide,
pulling my hips toward her, while I watched in awe as my eight inch cock
disappeared into that siren's throat with ease.  She held it there for what
seemed like three minutes, swallowing repeatedly, sucking me off with her
throat muscles before finally backing away with an exaggerated slurping
sound.

   "Damn, girl.  You're good at that."

   "So I've been told."

   "Where did you learn to do that?"

   "My mom."

   "You seem to blame a lot on your mom.  How come?"

   "It's not blame, it's education.  I'm home schooled."

   Somehow I was quite intrigued by the type of education this nubile young
goddess was getting from her mom.  What must this woman be like if she's
doing the teaching?  Then, of course, it didn't matter anymore when I felt
those sweet lips wrap around my cock once more and begin to draw it deeper
into her mouth, sucking hard, flicking at it with the tip of her tongue.  I
took hands full of her thick hair, pulling her head tightly into my hips,
shoving my stick deep into her eager throat, fucking that darling mouth
while she moaned with ecstasy.  As great as she was at the art of giving
head, I knew I was not going to be happy until I had he chance to taste
that smooth, soft pussy.  I pulled her head away roughly, and forced her to
her feet by the hair.  Then I knelt at the alter of her spread legs,
wrapped my arms around her thighs and buried my tongue between the lips of
that succulent cunt, lapping at the sweet lubricating juices that flowed
from her trembling body.  As I had done, she grabbed my hair, forcing my
mouth onto her mound in a kiss that I prayed would never end.  Her cunt
tasted like a fine wine, a taste to be savored, the sweet essence of her to
be coaxed slowly from her firm, young body.  Marla moaned, stroking my head
as I lapped and sucked that firm pussy, begging me to bring her to climax,
begging for the sweet release of orgasm.  Suddenly, her legs began to
tremble, her delicate fingers gripping my head jerking me closer, while her
hips thrust forward at my still lapping tongue that burrowed deeply into
her moist channel.  I could feel her begin to collapse onto me as the first
of her orgasms exploded through her young body, and I reached to support
her back as I lay her down onto the soft carpet.  Her fingers began raking
my shoulders, and then my back as I eased myself up her prostrate body,
licking her sweat moistened skin, kissing every inch of her as I made my
way to her firm, succulent breasts, taking the tip of one and then the
other in my mouth, to suckle from her goddess body, to revel in the sweet
scent of her.  My cock rubbed lightly at her thigh, and she struggled to
position her cunt to take it inside of her.  I moved further up her body,
nibbling at her neck, smelling the freshness of her thick hair, listening
with smiling pleasure to those sweet lips begging me to please put my cock
into her cunt, please fuck her, oh, god, please.  Her begging only made me
resolve to take longer, to hold off, to heighten the anticipation even
further for the both of us.  I covered her mouth with mine.  She opened her
lips wide, her ruby tongue flitting across mine, touching it, stabbing at
it, until neither of us could take any more.  I slid further up her body
until our hips met.  I arched my back, and gently eased forward, my cock
inserting itself into her soaking wet vagina without any help from our
hands, as though we were built for each other, as though we were made to be
locked together.  Instantly, she wrapped her legs around my back, locking
her ankles together, forcing me deep inside her as she thrust her hips
roughly into mine.  Again her fingers raked my back, her breathing coming
in hard gasps, hips grinding, bucking against me, harder and harder.  Her
climaxes began almost instantly.  Groaning loudly, Marla's climaxes were
fueling what was sure to be for me, an orgasm of epic proportions.  My hips
rammed her ass to the floor, my cock boring its way into her luscious body
as though I were trying to fuck her belly from the inside.  Faster and
harder I shoved myself into that beautiful young goddess, eager to please
her, eager to show her how a real man satisfies his woman.  Eager to
explode inside her, to fill her with the only suitable offering a man could
give to such a creature as this.  Suddenly, her voice changed, begging me
to cum in her mouth, that she didn't want to get pregnant, she promised to
do anything if only I wouldn't cum in her pussy.  I ignored her pleas,
gripping her firm body closer as she whimpered, fear replacing the pleasure
she had felt only seconds before.  I could feel my cock swell, could feel
the ejaculate coursing through it as it spewed deep into Marla's sucking
cunt, my sticky fluid bathing her hot little hole as she squirmed,
struggling to escape, afraid now of the consequences of my fucking her the
way she wanted, the way she had begged for.  Wave after wave of cum spewed
into Marla's succulent pussy, and I could feel the radiating heat surround
us both as I climaxed with the orgasm of my life.  While the stars exploded
in my head, I remember thinking that if I could have actually gotten her
pregnant, I would have gladly taken the child to raise, would have taken
care of her myself until the baby was born, would do whatever was necessary
to bring what was certain to be that most beautiful of children into the
world.  And then the orgasm faded into that blissful calm that follows.

   "I couldn't get you pregnant if I wanted, Marla," I panted into her ear.
"I've had a vasectomy.  I'm totally sterile."

   "I wish you had told me sooner," she said through her quiet sobs.  "It
would have made it so much better."

   "I'm sorry, but you didn't give me much of a chance.  It's not like
we've had any deep conversations."

   "I know.  But I was so horney, I just needed to fuck, and you seemed
like a good bet."

   "Gee, thanks!  I thought it was my rugged good looks and irresistible
animal magnetism," I teased, rolling off of her, dragging her feather-light
body on top of mine, my cock still imbedded in her quivering cunt.

   "Close enough," she returned with a grin, her mouth eagerly crushing
mine in a tongue-tangling kiss while her hips began to squirm, pulling at
my still firm cock.  "Ever have anal sex, Bill?" she asked.

   "Tried it once, but it didn't work out very well.  The lady couldn't
take it.  It hurt her too much."

   "That's only because she didn't know how to take it the right way.  Or
else she really didn't want to do it with you.  If it's done right, it's
actually quiet good."

   "You're quite the expert on sex aren't you?"

   "Not an expert, but I love sex, and I know what feels good and how to
make my man feel good."

   "That sounds like an expert to me, and you're how old?"

   "Almost seventeen."

   "And you're learning all of this from...?"

   "My mom."

   "Right, your mom.  And your mom is...?

   "A whore, of course."

   "Professional?"

   "Semi-pro, or so she says."

   "You're bull-shitting me, Marla."

   "Do you want to fuck me in the ass or do you want to discuss my family
and where I learned about sex?"

   Her pussy began pulling at me harder, stroking me back to hardness
again, her legs rubbing mine, hands stroking my face and chest as she sat
astride my thighs.  She leaned to kiss me again, her hard nipples rubbing
across mine, her still damp body sliding easily over mine.  Usually, I
don't get hard again for several minutes, maybe a half hour, if at all, but
with Marla it took less than two minutes.  That tight little cunt never let
up on me and I never really did get soft inside her.  Feeling that talented
pussy ripple constantly against my pole kept me firm, and with her demands
for anal sex, and her sweet body gliding against mine, I was hard again in
no time.  She looked into my eyes and smiled.

   "Mmmmm, that's better," she moaned, raising and lowering herself slowly
onto my stick.  "Time for a change of position."

   She climbed off of me and turned her back to me, grabbing my slippery
cock in her hand between her legs.  She pointed the tip of it at the
entrance to her sweetly puckered little anus.  I put a thumb on each side
of her hole, spreading her ass apart, opening her further.  I watched in
awe as she slowly lowered herself until the head of my cock disappeared
into her incredibly tight ass.  Marla hardly made a sound, except for a
quiet little moan of happiness as she slid further onto my cock, which
seemed to get harder as I watched.  Slowly, she raised herself off of me,
immediately lowering herself again, driving me further into her angelic
body.

   "Do you like watching yourself fuck my ass, Bill?  Isn't it sexy
watching your big cock disappear into such a tiny hole?  I knew you'd like
to watch."

   I had to admit to her that indeed it was the sexiest thing I had seen in
years, ever, maybe, and I began thrusting up at her, burying my cock deeper
into that sweet, soft ass.  She groaned happily.

   With that, she began to fuck me in earnest, her firm bottom slapping
onto my crotch like a jack-hammer, all the while grunting and groaning ,
squealing with pleasure.  I reached around her and sunk a finger into her
soaking wet cunt, pulled it out and inserted two fingers.  Marla grabbed my
hand, pulling it tightly into her crotch, riding both fingers and cock,
groaning loudly now as her emotions began to rise toward orgasm again.  Her
head was flung back, that beautiful blond hair whipped into a fine mist
that brushed my face as she flung it into the air.

   It was the best fuck I had ever experienced, without a doubt.  Marla
seemed as though she couldn't get enough sex.  The more I rammed into her,
the louder she moaned until finally she was almost screaming with pleasure.
I sat up, letting her do the work, reaching around her waist with my free
hand to grab one of those firm breasts, squeezing the nipple between my
fingers.  That seemed to do it for Marla.

   "Oh shit!  Oh god!  I'm cumming!  Oh please, just a little more!  Oh
yeeeeees!"

   She ground her bottom onto my hips, driving my happy cock as far into
her clutching ass as she could.  I could feel her anus, and her vagina both
pulsing, pulling at me dragging me into her goddess body.  It was all I
could take as well, and I felt my cock swell for the second time within the
span of two hours, felt the semen spurt deep into her while my own body
shuddered and shook.  I held her tightly against me as though trying to cum
deeper and deeper yet into that oh, so sweet body.  As tremendous as the
first climax into Marla's body was, this one was at least two magnitudes
above it.  It was as though my entire brain followed my ejaculate into her
butter, soft ass.  The stars exploded in my head, colored stars of red,
blue, green, and white.  I had to have her for my self.  I never wanted
this sweet little goddess to leave me, not ever.  She was too sweet, too
good to allow her to escape.  She must belong to me.  Things started
happening in my brain.  Thoughts on how to make her stay.  Money?  Force?
Handcuffs?  Ropes?  Won't work, she'll be missed... Then, of course, the
chemicals began to equalize in my brain, and I knew how stupid that all
sounded.  Marla slumped over, her hands clutching at my legs as my hands
slipped their grip on her, fingers easing out of her still throbbing pussy
as she sighed, breathing hard.

   "Bill?" she called in a quiet voice.

   "Marla."

   "That was the best I've ever had.  Truly, the best ever.  You're
fantastic.  The way you fill me up feels so damn good.  Can I move in with
you?"

   "No, Marla.  You have a home just down the block.  Your parents would
have me in court before the door slammed behind you.  If you were some
homeless orphan, I'd take you in without a second's hesitation, but with
your folks just down the block..." My climaxing thoughts were beginning to
come back.

   "Do you like me?"

   "Of course I do.  You're fantastic."

   "Do you want me?"

   "I think I just had you.  Twice."

   "Not that!" she giggled.  "Do you want me?"

   "It's not a question of whether I want you.  It's not like you're up for
sale."

   She rose up off of me, my cock sliding from her sweet ass with a
slippery pop, a trickle of cum oozing out of the still open hole.  She lay
beside me, grabbed my slippery, cum coated cock and began stroking me very
slowly.

   "But I want to live here with you.  I want you to fuck me like that
every day.  I thought my head was going to explode when you shot your cum
inside me.  Besides, I want you before my sister gets to you."

   "Sister?"

   "Yah, my sister Crystal."

   "Why should she be a problem?"

   "Because she's a bigger whore than I am."

   "Oh?  And how old is Crystal?"

   "Fourteen," she said as if every insatiable whore was fourteen.

   My brain just about went into overload at that little bit of
information. Fourteen, and a bigger whore than this sex goddess?  Did I
dare try to get my hands, and cock, on this juicy bit of flesh?

   "Have you both tried doing a guy together?"

   "Well...Yah, we did it once to one of the guys in school, but it didn't
work out real well.  He got so he wanted us both all the time, thought he
was real macho.  Crystal told him that as soon as he couldn't keep up any
more we would dump him.  He lasted two weeks.  He kept stalking us both
even after dad got a restraining order on him.  His family finally had to
move away."

   "When did all this happen?" I asked, by now quite intrigued by the
possibilities that presented themselves to me.  It's not like I was going
to be able to keep up with some high school jock stud type, not at this
age, but just think of the other possibilities!  The discipline, the
spankings, this could get very interesting indeed.

   "Two years ago."

   To be honest, I damn near choked.  Obviously, Crystal was twelve at the
time and already a seasoned little cock drainer.  Where were these girls
when I was young?  From the sounds of it, either one of them could probably
teach me things I had only had wet dreams about as a kid.

   "Do you want me to call her for you, Bill?  Last I knew she was out on
her bike, but she's always up for a good blowjob at the very least.  I hate
to admit it but she's really very good at it."

   I hoped my voice didn't squeak, or crack when I told her to go ahead and
give the girl a call.  I do know that my cock was once again hard as a
rock, something I never really expected to see.  I figured the days of
instant recovery were long over, gone with my early college days.  But
there it was, my rock hard pecker waving in the breeze, as it were, just
waiting for a fourteen-year-old little whore to step through the door and
suck it into her throat until I filled her petite tummy with cum.  No
wonder the damn thing was hard.  Marla grabbed the cell phone that all
teenage girls seem to carry in their purses or on their hips, punched in
one speed-dialed number and began talking to her baby sister in hushed
tones.

   "She'll be here in five minutes," said Marla, folding the phone closed
and tossing it onto the tiny pile of her cast off clothing.

   "Was she still bike riding?" I asked, trying to make small talk.

   "Yah, she'll be nice and sweaty for you when she shows up.  Slide all
over you.  Little bitch thinks of everything."

   I fucking near climaxed right there.  Then the doorbell rang.  We both
got up and Marla went to the door.  I heard both girls giggling for all of
fifteen seconds before they glided into the living room, both of them
naked. Crystal's four-foot ten-inch body fairly glowed from her exertion on
the bicycle, the sweat glistening of off her.  Her long hair a darker shade
of blond than Marla's, leaning toward red.  Her face even prettier than
Marla's, if that was possible, her breasts slightly larger and fuller, and
her legs a little thinner, which was a bit disappointing.  I like a woman
with good legs.  In two years she would be perfect.  The sweet little thing
couldn't have weighed more than eighty five pounds, ninety at most.  It's
taking you longer to read this than it did for Crystal to jump onto me,
wrap those skinny legs around my waist and wiggle her pussy onto my cock.
She didn't even bother to say hello.  Now that's my kind of whore!

   "Marla was right," she groaned into my ear as she bounced up and down on
me, "you have the most deliciously fat cock, and it feels so good inside
me! Fuck me, Bill, fuck me hard and rough.  I like it rough!"

   "No," I said suddenly, pulling the little sex machine off of my
throbbing pecker.  "You need to earn that." I sat her feet back onto the
floor and pushed her head down.  She opened her mouth immediately as she
sank to her knees grabbed my cock between her lips and engulfed it into her
throat with a single gulp.  No vacuum on the market can suck as hard as she
does with a cock in her throat.  She is amazing, that's the only way to
describe what she does.  That girl has the most talented mouth for sex in
the known universe.  Okay, maybe not, but certainly the most talented I've
ever encountered, and I've had a few in my time.  How long she held my cock
in her throat without breathing, I don't know, but it was a very long time.
It seemed like five minutes.  She seemed to be able to wrap her tongue
around the whole thing and lick at it while her throat muscles massaged it.
I know that sounds impossible, but that's how it felt.  The feeling was
incredible to say the least, and what's more, she was moaning the whole
time.  To be honest, so was I, as you can well imagine.  Her one tiny hand
kneaded my balls, and I could see her other hand rubbing her hairless pussy
furiously.  I grabbed her head, my fingers clutching that thick hair, and
began thrusting my hips into her face.  I knew I was going to climax before
Crystal ever took a breath.  By now, I was fairly pounding her mouth, my
balls bouncing obscenely against her chin.  She didn't struggle to escape
me, quite the opposite, one arm wrapped around my leg, pulling me tightly
against her while I thrust into her mouth.  Her head shook from side to
side as though still not getting enough cock into her throat.  When she
started to hum, I lost it.  I felt the swell in my cock, saw the stars
explode in my head and I literally exploded into her, the cum squirting
like a stream from a fire hose into her stomach.  I was glad the doors were
closed; otherwise the neighbors would have heard me climax.  I'm usually
not vocal when I orgasm, but this was something else again!  My knees
buckled and I almost lost my balance but I still thrust my hips into that
darling face.  I felt as though I was emptying a gallon of cum into her and
she was swallowing it happily.  Finally I stopped climaxing.  Crystal
sucked the final drops of ejaculate into her belly and removed her face
from my cock.  It slipped from her mouth with a wet slurp.

   "I told you she was good, didn't I?" asked Marla, smiling proudly at her
little sister's performance.

   "Well, did I earn it, Bill?  I think I did."

   It was the first time I'd heard her talk.  Her voice was like honey,
just like Marla's.  Either of them could coax a bird from a tree with those
voices, just insanely sexy.

   "Of course you've earned it, my sweet little sex machine," I said, "But
it's going to take a while before you get it, since you've sucked me dry."

   "Nonsense.  See, you're still hard enough to fuck," she cooed, her hand
slowly stroking my meat back to life.  She was right, as impossible as it
is to believe.  My thoroughly abused prick was getting as hard as it ever
was, and I could almost feel it slide into the firm vagina of that
incredibly talented fourteen-year-old.

   "You know what's fun?" she said, grabbing my cock firmly and crawling
toward the coffee table in the center of the room.  "How about a good
table-fuck?"

   Before I could voice my agreement to such a fine idea, Crystal had
cleared the large, square table top and stretched herself on it, those
sweet skinny, little- girl legs spread out to her sides, her arms reaching
up to me, her cunt dripping its juices.  I knelt onto the floor in front of
those spread legs and aimed my well-used cock at the entrance to her
inviting little slit.  I eased forward, sliding my member slowly into the
buttery soft, firm, little pussy, not wanting to miss any of the pleasure
of fucking such a young, tight vagina.  I could feel her flesh envelope me,
as I entered her, the walls of her darling hole being thrust aside as my
cock pushed its way deeper into her body.  The response from Crystal was
immediate, and more than I had dreamed of.  The look on her face was total
ecstasy, she groaned loudly, fingers gripped the table's edge as her body
trembled.  Her head began to shake back and forth, her hair a dark blond
cloud whirling up behind her, sweeping the floor.

   "Oh yes!  Oh please, god, yes!  It feels so fucking good!  It's so big
inside of me!  Fuck me Bill, fuck me hard, make me cum!  Please, daddy,
make your baby cum!  It feels so good!"

   Behind me, I hear Marla cursing her little sister;

   "You little fucking whore, you're not going to have all of the fun. 
He's still mine." With that, Marla jumped up onto the table and stood,
straddling her sister, her luscious cunt mere inches from my face.  She
spread the lips of her vagina apart and pushed her hips toward my face. 
Never the one to refuse the demands of a beautiful girl, I buried my tongue
deep into her, grazing her clitoris with my teeth, sucking at that tasty
hole, devouring the succulent juices from her hot, demanding body.  The
taste of her was fantastic, like some exotic aphrodisiac, I got the
sensation that my cock was getting even bigger as I rammed it deeper and
harder into the tender body on the table.  Marla grabbed my hair, pulling
my head tightly into her while she ground her hips onto my mouth.  I slid a
hand between those spread legs, easing a finger into her cunt, lubricating
it with her own juices before sliding it easily into her tight ass.  I felt
her legs spread wider allowing me easier entrance into her back hole and
so, with one relentless push, drove it into her as far as it would go.  She
flung her head back and groaned again and again, driving her body down,
grinding herself onto my finger and skewering tongue.  Crystal had wrapped
those legs around my waist, and was pulling me into her like a vice, her
ass bouncing off of the table while my cock rammed unmercifully into her
tiny body.  I decided that fucking four holes might just be more
pleasurable than just one, I pulled Marla away from my face with the finger
stuffed in her beautiful ass.

   "I want you to make up with your little sister," I demanded.  "Lay down
on top of her and kiss her." Trembling slightly as I removed my finger from
her, she straddled her little sister's body and began kissing those
beautifully formed lips.  I pulled my cock from Crystal's sweet cunt and
eased it into Marla's, and then back again with every couple of strokes. 
Grabbing Crystal's ankles, I spread her legs wide again and pressed the
head of my rod at the entrance of her smoothly puckered anus.  I heard her
groan loudly as I pushed, opening her sweet ass with the head of my cock,
forcing it into her, feeling her legs shudder as it drove deeper and deeper
into her willing body.  I had my hands on the soft twin globes of Marla's
ass and I pulled her tight hole open with my thumbs, easing first one and
then both into the open hole, pulling her apart as though opening an
orange. My cock was finally buried deep into the exquisite tightness of
Crystal's back hole, and I could feel her anal muscles pulling, squeezing
at me just as her fantastic cunt had, drawing me further into her as though
trying to pull my entire body into hers.  I began ramming myself into her,
harder and harder opening her up for the onslaught.  One last thrust and I
pulled out of her and pointed the tip at Marla's ready hole.  Without any
excuse of gentleness, I jammed it into her, sending my cock deep into her
bowels, my hips slapping her firm ass with a resounding whack.  Again and
again I rammed into her, shoving her body forward with each stroke, her
firm breasts sliding over her sisters, their erect nipples grazing each
other.  Pulling out of Marla, I shoved my rod into Crystal's pussy, then
back into Marla's ass again, then Crystal's ass, then back to Marla's
pussy, then... well, you get the idea.

   I don't know how long this went on, but I know it was getting dark
outside when finally I could feel that familiar swelling between my legs.
Pulling out of which ever hole it was at the time, I grabbed my throbbing
cock and hurried to the other side of the table.  I grabbed a head in each
hand and pushed their mouths together onto the head of my cock just as it
began to spurt the last of the ejaculate I could muster from my now warn
out body.  The girls lapped and sucked it from each other's face as I
drenched them with the creamy liquid.  Both of them sucked my cock clean,
licking at my balls, Crystal licking at my ass.



   "Mind if we get cleaned up a bit before we leave?" Marla asked.  I think
I just pointed toward the bathroom, and slumped to the floor a mere shell
of my former self.  I don't know if I was asleep or not, but I could hear
Crystal's honey-sweet voice calling my name.  I must have answered, because
she asked if I would come in for a minute.  Like a fool I obeyed.  Both
girls were in the shower together.  It's a huge shower, a perk I designed
into my house that the builder didn't really want to do until a few hundred
extra bucks had changed hands.  Anyway, there they were, glistening bodies,
wet hair and all waiting for me.

   "You still owe me," chided Crystal.  " I still haven't climaxed.  You
owe me an orgasm." I knew she was lying, but somehow I didn't give a shit.
There was no way my abused cock was ever going to... Marla was on her
knees, and my limp and useless pecker disappeared into her mouth.  Crystal
began rubbing that sweet soapy body of hers against mine, a bar of soap in
her hands, applying it to various parts of my anatomy, a soapy finger
entering my anus, twisting and thrusting inside of me.  Just when you think
you can't do anymore...

   "There!  That's better.  I knew you could do it, Bill!" exclaimed Marla
as my firm pole slid from her talented mouth.

   Instantly, Crystal jumped onto me, wrapping her arms around my neck,
pulling herself up.  I cradled her legs in my arms, lowering her onto my
cock once again, and rammed it home, driving it to the balls.  She squeezed
my neck, squealing with delight as I raised and lowered her onto my
stabbing prick, thrusting my hips to meet her tiny, firm ass, ramming
harder and harder into her demanding little body.  I could hear her
breathing coming faster and harder despite the noise of the running water
that rained down on us as we fucked like lovers that hadn't seen each other
in a year.  I could hear my own grunts as well as I drove into the depths
of Crystal's sweet cunt, jamming myself harder and harder into her as if to
teach her not to disturb the sleeping giant.  Suddenly I felt her arms
squeeze my neck tightly, felt her body shudder violently as her hips jammed
onto my cock, shaking, twisting, grinding onto me, her pussy quivering as
the promised orgasm exploded deep in her tiny body.  Her voice in my ear
becoming a shout of release, she began kissing my face, my mouth, her
tongue rammed between my lips.  She got the orgasm she wanted, and it
seemed to go on forever, wave after wave, one piling on top of the other
until she began to beg me to stop.  The more she begged, the harder I
rammed her onto my cock, and still she climaxed until with a shout, my own
orgasm finally began.  I pulled her off of me and rammed my cock into her
soapy ass and then filled her full of cum.

   "That was the most fantastic orgasm I've ever had," she whispered into
my ear as I set her back onto the floor of the big shower.  She kissed me
again, and both of them began washing me with a cloth and the soap.



   It was eight o'clock in the evening when the two girls finally dressed
and skipped out of my front door.

   "Bye Mr.  Thompson, and thank you so much for your donation!" they
called, waving, as they skipped down the sidewalk toward home, Crystal
pushing her shiny bike, Marla being led by Killer on his little blue leash.
I collapsed onto the bed and slept the sleep of the dead for twelve hours.



   Four days after the girls had drained me to a husk, I was going through
the daily mail.  Most of it was junk, of course and I was just about to
toss one bit of it into the trashcan when I noticed the address was from
down the street but was headed; Hilliard Genetics.  I figured this was
going to be trouble.  Somehow the parents found out about my diddling with
their daughters and were going to either blackmail or sue the living shit
out of me, or have me arrested outright.  Of course, people who do these
kinds of things usually don't write letters to accomplish their ends, so
maybe it wasn't going to be so bad after all.  Marla had said that her mom
was a semi-pro.  Semi-pro what?  Whore, prostitute, hit-woman, who knows? I
have to confess, I wasn't prepared for the contents of the envelope once I
finally slid my finger under the flap and opened it.  It looked like a form
letter at first and then I began to read it in earnest.  The damn thing was
a questionnaire!  A fucking questionnaire on the sexual performance of
their daughters!  Questions like: Were the girls physically attractive? 
Rate the voices on a scale, very sexy to not sexy at all.  Oral sex skills,
1 to 5.  Anal sex skills, 1 to 5.  Vaginal sex skills, 1 to 5.  The damn
thing went on for three pages, for crying out loud!  Unbelievable!  At the
bottom of the last page was a telephone number to call with any questions.
I grabbed my phone and started punching the numbers.  What was I going to
say?  Complain about the form?

   "Good morning, Hilliard Genetics," said the very pleasant voice on the
other end of the line.

   "Good morning," I replied, "I have just received a questionnaire in the
mail from you that seems to warrant some discussion."

   "Ah, you must be Mr.  William Thompson!" said the voice in a still
pleasant tone.  At least there wasn't the venom in the voice that I
expected.  So far, so good.  "What exactly do wish to discuss, Mr. 
Thompson?  Are the questions vague, or not applicable?  If they do not
apply to the situation, please feel free to mark them with a N/A.  That is
perfectly acceptable to us."

   This was just a little stranger that I expected.  Obviously they knew I
had banged their underage daughters, otherwise I wouldn't have gotten the
questionnaire in the first place, what I couldn't seem to get out of my
mouth at the time was; why the fucking questionnaire?

   "Mr.  Thompson, are you still there?  Is there some other question we
can help you with?"

   I just blurted it out.  I think I shouted.  No beating around the bush
for Bill Thompson when he is confused about things: "Why a fucking
questionnaire?"

   "Ah!  Yes.  Well, we did sort of hesitate before sending it, not sure of
your reaction to it.  We realize it is sort of, well, cold, but the
information you provide would help us greatly in our work here."

   "You're kidding me, right?  What do you really want?  Blackmail money?
What?"

   "Oh goodness, Mr.  Thompson, you misunderstand!" returned the voice. 
"You live just down the block, why don't you just drop on over and we can
explain the study to you face to face, as it were.  Besides, the girls are
anxious to see you again.  They've spoken of nothing else for four days."

   I reluctantly agreed to come over, still not sure if I was going to be
met by the local vigilante group or the police, or whatever, but I figured
they already had whatever evidence they needed to hang my balls on a post
if that's what they wanted to do.  I threw on some decent clothes, and for
good measure slipped a small automatic pistol into my pocket.  Vigilante
groups aren't high on my list of nice people to do business with and they
generally don't listen to reason very well unless there is some deterrent
staring them in the face.

   The lady that answered the doorbell was as stunning a woman as I had
ever seen.  Not overly tall, but perfectly proportioned.  Lush red hair,
but the blazing green eyes, like Marla's.  She had the same jaw line and
facial features as Crystal's.  Obviously the mother of both girls.  Both
girls stood behind their mother, smiling sweetly, their father behind them,
a hand on each of their shoulders, a smile on his face as well.  Not a "Got
you, baby-fucker" smile, but one with genuine warmth in it, rather like a
man proud of his accomplishments.

   "Hi, Bill!  Come in!" said Marla.  "See mom, I told you he was a
handsome guy."

   "And you were right, dear.  Please do come in Mr.  Thompson, and welcome
to our home and laboratory.  I am Dr.  Astrid Hilliard, and this is my
husband, Dr.  Hugh Hilliard, and of course you know our daughters."

   "My pleasure," I said, and both girls giggled.

   "If you would care to follow me, we'll show you our little lab, and
explain what this is all about," said Hugh.

   Oh shit, here it comes, the secret laboratory where they turn me into
some raving lunatic for the rest of my life.

   "We are necessarily an independent laboratory as I'm sure you will
understand, Mr.  Thompson," said Astrid, "But we believe very strongly in
our research and our work here.  It is our belief that the women of today
do not show the sexual emotion they were meant to have.  Women are by
nature very sexual beings.  They must be in order to procreate properly,
but over the centuries, women's sexual desires have been suppressed to the
point that it is no longer a psychological suppression but a genetic one.
So, before we decided to have children, Hugh and I extracted my eggs, and
his sperm, genetically altering each to maximize the sexuality of the
daughters we produced.  It seems we overdid it a little with Crystal, since
she first decided to have sex at the age of ten, and her appetite for it
has only increased as she grows older."

   "Okay," I said, "A little strange, but I understand your line of thought
here and I can't say as I disagree with it too much.  Why me?  Why not the
kid down the block?"

   "As near as we can understand it, our genetic manipulations have
produced a curious side effect, or two.  The girls seem to be able to smell
the most virile man in a room or crowd and target him for sex.  Another
interesting side effect, and one that we are actively researching, is their
apparent ability to secrete a hormone of some kind that increases a mans
level of sexual performance, giving him the ability to perform almost
non-stop for hours, no pills needed, and still ejaculate at a high rate. 
Interestingly enough the effect seems to be increased with the performance
of oral sex by either party.  We are attempting to isolate that hormone. 
It could prove to be a scientific breakthrough."

   "Interesting!" I said, simply because it was, and because I had nothing
intelligent to say.  "I noticed that effect, when..."

   "Yes?"

   "Yes.  I noticed."

   "Ah!" said Astrid.  "You needn't worry, Mr.  Thompson, there will be no
repercussions of any kind.  The girls are going to have sex with whomever
they please, it's expected.  It's in their makeup.  We can hardly place
blame on someone else for what we've programmed into their genes.  The
girls understand what they are and what they are destined to become, and
they are fine with it."

   "Do you think they really understand what it is they are?" I asked.

   "Of course we do, Bill," said Crystal.  "Society as a whole sees us, or
will see us, as undesirable anomalies to be shunned.  The men we choose
will surprised, and hopefully happy with what they get, women who truly
love sex.  Any time they choose.  We have been well taught by our parents,
Bill.  We know what we are."

   I looked at her, surprised at her level of intelligence for one so
young.

   "By the way, you look very nice today, Bill."

   There was that look of raging lust in her eyes again, just like I saw
four days ago when she first leapt, naked, into my arms.  A quick glance at
Marla told me the same story.  They were both ready to go at me again, but
this time I was sure I'd be able to get out without embarrassing their
parents.  I was wrong.  Sort of.

   "Girls," said Astrid, "why don't you take Mr.  Thompson up to your room
and visit with him for a while?  Dinner will be ready in about three hours,
Bill, we hope you'll be able to join us."



   As an end note to this, I did fill out the questionnaire, giving the
girls the highest score possible on all accounts.  They liked that.  They
both come to my house at least three times a week, sometimes twice, if
they've been particularly hard on me, and Marla has asked her parents if
she and I can get married.  They're thinking about it.  I figure I'll have
about six months to live if they say yes, but it's going to be the sweetest
six months of any man's life.