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 Four Sisters, Part 3 (Mffgg slow)

   This never happened.  I wish it had, but it's all fiction.  The girls
exist but none of this ever happened.  So, read and enjoy but remember,
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   --------------- Part 3 ------------------------

   You should read Parts 1 & 2 before you read this:

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   -------------------------------- It was Mary who brought Cha-Cha to play
in the yard the next day.  She seemed to have something on her mind but
couldn't bring herself to say it.  I let her follow Cha-Cha around the
garden, pretending to be concerned about him.  Ten minutes of silence went
by so I took the reins.

   "You don't seem comfortable with the way you look," I said.

   "What?"

   "You act like you don't like your body."

   "I don't."

   "What don't you like?"

   "I'm too fat."

   "Not at all.  Maybe you could be thinner but you're certainly not fat.
You just have a little more meat on your bones than your sisters do."

   "Yeah, right," she said, dismissing my opinion.

   "Look, sweetie.  If you want to look pretty you have to think pretty. 
You walk around with your shoulders hunched and your eyes down like you're
just a weed in a bed of roses."

   "That's how I feel."

   "I know.  You don't need to change your body to be pretty, you need to
change your thinking."

   "How?"

   "First, by showing off a little."

   "Showing what?"

   "Well, your titties, to start with.  You've got a nice little pair
growing there.  Throw your shoulders back and let people see you've got
something under your shirt.  Push your chest out and thrust those little
puppies out front."

   She giggled.  "You're funny." Then she went on, "I don't have enough to
push out there.  Look at Chrissy.  She's got these really big ones and she
can pop out all sides in her bikini.  I just have these little ones and
they don't even fill my bra yet."

   "Maybe your bra is too big."

   "Whattya mean?"

   "I mean buy a smaller bra, one that you can spill out of, too."

   "Mom won't let me.  She says I'm too young to go around like that."

   "Well, I think your mom still sees a young girl; I see a young woman."

   "Anyway, I've got too much fat and tiny boobs."

   "Tell you what.  Let's get you something that shows you off better,
something that you can feel pretty and sexy in.  How 'bout you bring
Cha-Cha tomorrow and we leave him here while we walk down to the beach and
go bikini shopping."

   "For me?"

   "Yeah.  It'll be my gift."

   "But Mom would kill me."

   "She wouldn't have to know.  You could wear your regular suit to come
here and then change into the new bikini that we keep here, just for you."

   "Really?"

   "Yeah.  I think you'll really like the way you look in something that
fits you.  I think you're sexy as hell when you're tanning naked.  This
way, when you really go to the beach, you can stop by here first and change
into your 'pretty suit.' You'll knock their eyes out at the beach."

   "You think?"

   "I know.  You've got great legs and hips and, with a smaller bra, your
boobs will make you look like you're 17."

   "Well, maybe...." she trailed off in thought.

   "I take that 'Maybe' as a 'Yes.'"

   "Ok."

   "So, you'll do it?"

   "I guess." She paused a while to consider it.  "You really think it'd
make me pretty?"

   "It's the combination.  If you think pretty, you are pretty.  The right
bikini will just help."

   "Ok."

   "So, tomorrow morning, then?"

   "Ok."

   She had a sort of puzzled look on her face as she left with Cha-Cha. 
She didn't quite believe but she had moved closer.

   She was with the two younger girls when they arrived after lunch.

   Jill announced that she wanted another massage as she stripped naked and
lay down on her back on the center chaise, legs spread.  Katie said, "I
want you to lick me like you did to Jill yesterday." Mary quietly took off
her shirt and then, looking away, unfastened and dropped her bra.

   "Pull your shoulders back, Mary," I told her.

   "She looked at me and smiled as she did, thrusting her breasts forward
towards me."

   "Is that better?" she asked.

   "Much." She bent to step out of her bottoms, still facing me, and I
noticed she had a very full dark bush between her legs.  I made a mental
note that she might have to trim it or have a bikini wax.

   Mary straightened up and smiled, much happier with herself than she had
been before.  She even wiggled her shoulders and her breasts at me, coming
even further out of her shell.

   "What are you waiting for?" Jill called to me.  Take your clothes off. I
wanna see if you're hard after looking at Mary's titties."

   I dropped my robe and turned toward Mary.  She smiled on seeing me in a
state of semi-arousal then spread her towel on a chaise and laid down on
her stomach, her face turned toward me.  Jill was lying supported on her
elbows, as she had done yesterday, waiting for my tongue.  Katie was
sitting sideways on her chaise, facing Jill and looking very curious.

   "Let's do something a little different today, ladies," I said.  I've
been giving both of you pleasure, right?"

   "Yeah," they answered in unison.

   "But girls sometimes give pleasure to guys."

   "How?" Jill asked, as if on cue.

   "They do the same thing I was doing to you yesterday."

   "You mean rubbing?  Katie asked.

   "Yes," I said.  "And...." I waited for the answer.

   "And ...  what?" Jill said.

   "And..." I repeated.

   "Licking?" Katie guessed.

   "Yes, rubbing and licking.  It feels good both ways."

   "You want us to lick your...thingy?" Jill asked.  It wasn't registering
at all with her.  "Where you pee?"

   "Yeah, where I pee.  But, like girls, guys get wet, too.  Not as much
but then it doesn't take much to clean us out.  We just have this tiny
little hole."

   "Lemme see it," Jill shrieked, excited now to find out something new. 
She sat up, swinging her legs over the side, and leaning forward to where I
was standing.  Her head was crotch-high to me.  She reached for it and
pulled me closer, pulling on my dick.  How was I to refuse?  She had me
almost literally by the balls.  She inspected it thoroughly, only inches
from her face.  "Yeah, I see it," she said after looking at it.

   "Lemme see," Katie said as she kneeled next to Jill.  "Yeah.  I see it,
too!  Wow!  It IS tiny." They both had hold of my dick and I wasn't about
to stop them.  It felt great, if awkward -- two small hands holding me.

   "So, who wants to rub it?"

   "I do, I do," they squealed.

   "Ok.  Both of you can do it.  Just hold it like you're doing now, with
your fingers wrapped around it.  Now both of you move your hand up and down
slowly.  Get coordinated, girls.  Move your hands together -- up and down."

   "This feels really cool," Katie said, looking up at me with a big grin.
Jill was looking at her hands, concentrating on what she was doing.  They
soon had a rythm, their hands moving together to stroke my cock.  Both
grinned at me, proud of their work.

   "It feels really great to me, too, girls.  You're doing fine."

   "How long do we have to do this?" Jill asked.

   "It's up to you -- and to me," I added.  It felt good but not great. 
Two girls' hands moving awkwardly wasn't doing much for me.  But, hell, any
time I can get two little nymphettes to stroke my dick for me is a good
day.

   "My hand's getting tired,"Jill said after a couple of minutes.

   "Already?" I asked.

   "Yeah, sorta," she said.

   "How 'bout you, Katie?"

   "Me, too.  Can we stop?"

   "Any time," I told them, but you haven't made me jump yet, like I made
you do yesterday."

   "How long does it take?" Katie asked, beginning to tire of stroking my
dick with no visible results.

   "It depends on how well you do it and how sexy you are."

   "We're not sexy," Jill said.

   "I have another idea.  Remember how I used my tongue yesterday and it
was better than using my hand?"

   "Yeah," they answered.

   "Well, it's better for a guy, too, if a girl uses her mouth like I did."

   "On your thingy?" Jill asked.

   "Yeah, my dick."

   "On your ...  dick?  Katie asked, in disbelief.

   "Who wants to try it?" The girls looked at each other, finally not
fighting to be the first.  "You can taste it first, before you put it in
your mouth, if you want." They looked again at each other.  I looked over
at Mary, who was sitting now, watching what we were doing.

   "It's ok," Mary, who was watching the whole thing, said.  "Chrissy says
her girlfriends say they do it all the time."

   "They do?" Katie asked.  Mary nodded.  "Ok," Katie continued.  "Move
over," she said to Jill.  Jill scooted over, allowing Katie to sit directly
in front of where I was standing, my cock at face level.  She hold it
gently and pointed it at herself.  She laughed and looked up at me.  "It
looks like it's just got one eye," she said.

   I laughed with her.  "You're right: The One-Eyed Monster." She was still
drumming up the courage to put it in her mouth.  "Imagine it's an ice cream
cone," I told her.  She looked at me, down at my hard cock in her hand, the
one-eyed head poking though her fist, and then back at my face again,
steeling herself for the big plunge.  Jill seemed to be holding her breath;
Mary watched passively, interested but not participating.

   Jill finally exhaled.  "Do it!" she barked.  Katie looked back down at
her hand and slowly slipped the head into her open mouth, licking it in
long, slow strokes.

   "It's ok," she announced.  "Tastes kinda good, actually," she said
between licks.

   "Close your mouth and suck on it -- like a lollipop," I instructed her.
She looked at me briefly while she processed that thought and then slowly
let her mouth descend over the head until she reached her hand.  Her cheeks
puckered inward as she sucked.

   "Suck hard, sweetie," I told her and immdeiately she began to try to
suck a golf ball through my dick.  "Rub your tongue on it while you suck,
sweetie.  Yes, like that, sweetie.  Oh, yes" Omigod, it felt wonderful. 
The kid was working hard to follow my instructions, creating a lovely
suction with her mouth and rubbing her tongue in just the right spot on my
glans.  She was great, looking up at me with those big brown eyes, watching
my face.  I could see in her eyes the satisfaction she was feeling as her
cheeks sucked in.  She wasn't moving either her mouth or hands on my cock,
just sucking very hard and running her little tongue furiously against the
underside.  She was dead-center on the glans, right at the little "V" below
the head, and she was bringing me quickly to the edge.

   "Just a second, sweetie," I said as pried her off my cock.  "Lie back.
Lie down.  I'll finish." She had a puzzled look on her face as I grasped my
own cock and stood over her sweet little body lying crosswise on the
chaise. I knelt between her legs, pumping my cock just above her sweet
pussy.  It took only a few more seconds after she had primed me to begin
spurting ropes of creamy white cum on her chest and belly.

   "WOW!" Jill yelled.  "What was that?" Katie just lay there, shocked and
mystified.

   "That's my cum, sweetie," I said.

   "Why'd you do that?" Jill continued, her eyes wide.  "You got that stuff
all over her."

   I finished stroking myself, milking the last few dribbles onto Katie's
stomach.  Jill got up and came over, kneeling beside me to look closer. 
Katie was still too stunned to move -- or talk.  She just looked at all the
goo in random lines and puddles.  She looked up at me quizzickly.

   "So, what is it?" Jill continued.

   "Well, you know what happened when I was licking you and you felt better
and better until got all floppy and felt strange?"

   "Yeah."

   "Well, the same thing happens to a guy but, when it does, he shoots out
his sperm."

   "Yeah, I heard some girls talking about that at home," Katie said. 
"That's what makes babies."

   "Right."

   "Are we making a baby?" Jill asked.

   "No," I said.  "You have to be older."

   "Wow, that's sooo cool," Jill gushed.  "Can I do it, too?"

   "Another time, sweetie.  I'm kinda tired right now.  Can we just lie
here for a while and feel the warm sun on our bodies?"

   "Yeah," Jill agreed.

   "What am I going to do with all the stuff on me?" Katie asked.

   Just lie there for a bit.  I'll get a washcloth and clean you up." I
dashed into the house and wet a cloth with warm water and cleaned Katie's
stomach.

   "I didn't like that stuff all over me," she said as I wiped her chest
and stomach.

   "Most girls like to rub it onto their titties.  They say it makes them
grow faster and bigger."

   "Why didn't you say that before you wiped it all off?  I don't have any
titties yet.  Would it make titties grow even if I don't have any?"

   "I don't know, sweetheart.  We'll have to try it and see."

   We were sitting side by side on the chaise.  Katie put her arms around
me in a big hug.  "We're having so much fun here," she said.  "You make me
feel so good when we do stuff."

   "Me, too," I said.  "You just made me feel good, too."

   "Yeah."

   "That's what guys and girls do, hon, when they give each other pleasure.
It's like when I know you like egg salad sandwiches and I make one for you.
I know I'm giving you pleasure.  Or when I lick your pussy -- same thing.

   "Or when I suck your dick."

   "Right on."

   "Are there other things we can do for fun?"

   "Yes, but aren't these things we're doing enough?"

   "Yeah, but I don't know about anything, except what you showed us."

   "Why don't we just stick with these for a while.  We can do different
things on different days and we can do them differently some days."

   "But will you show us everything?"

   "In time, yes.  There are some things you can't do until you're older
but we can do a lot of fun things now, just like we've been doing.  You
like the massages, don't you?"

   "Yeah."

   "...and when I lick your pussy..."

   "Yeah."

   "...and sucking my dick?"

   "Yeah."

   "Well, we can do all those things different ways, so they're always
fun."

   "Like what?"

   "Like, when you suck me you keep my dick in your mouth when I cum and
you swish it around in your mouth and swallow it."

   "Yuck!"

   "No.  Lots of girls really like it."

   "But I wanna rub it on my titties."

   The girls tell me that swallowing is even better than rubbing it on. 
They say that drinking it makes their titties grow even faster.  Some days
we'll do it one way, some days another.  For now, let's just get some sun,
ok?"

   "Ok," she said.

   I went back to my chaise and lay down on my back.  My cock was limp and
shrunken to its normal size and lay languidly on my stomach.  I closed my
eyes.

   "You're all soft now," I heard Jill say.

   "Yeah."

   "Can I touch it now?"

   "If you want."

   She crossed over to where I was lying with my eyes still closed, and
knelt beside me.  I jumped at her first gentle touch.  "Oh.  Did I hurt
you?"

   "No," I said, eyes still closed.  "I wanted to keep my eyes closed and I
didn't know when you were going to touch me so it kinda surprised me.  I
like to be pleasured with my eyes shut.  Some people even use a blindfold."

   "Why?" she asked as she returned her hand to my cock, resting it softly
on top and then feeling every part of it with a very gentle touch.

   "I think it's because, when you take one sense away, the sense of sight,
the other senses -- touch, smell, taste, hearing -- are magnified.  So, it
feels good when I watch you touching me but it feels even better if I close
my eyes and just feel your hand without seeing it."

   "Cool," she said, as she continued to explore my cock, which was now
beginning to stir.  "Look.  It's growing again.  It's sooo cool that I can
make it do that." She was excited by this new discovery -- something she
could do; a power to control a grownup.

   She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and began to stroke it up and
down, as she had seen Katie do.  "It's getting really hard," she exclaimed.
"Wow." She continued for a while, my cock soon at full size and rock hard,
even though I had cum only a few minutes earlier.  "Can I kiss it?"

   "If you want." I felt her lips touch the tip.

   "Can I put it in my mouth like Katie."

   "Sure.  I'd like that." I felt the tip of her tongue push against my pee
hole and then her lips encircling me, just below the helmet.  Ohhh, it felt
so good to have her warm mouth on me with my eyes closed.  Her hand was
still wrapped around the shaft.

   "Move your hand up and down like before," I told her.  She raised her
head up and off my cock as she started to stroke me again.  "No, sweetie.
Keep it in your mouth.  Suck on it like Katie did but move your hands up
and down.  Do both at the same time." The sensations increased as she
adjusted to my instructions.  She seemed to know instinctively to keep her
teeth out of the way but she was kneeling to the side of me and her tongue
was rubbing against the side of my cock and not the bottom, where the most
sensitive part, the glans, is.  "Come up here between my legs, hon," I told
her.

   "Why?"

   "I'll show you." She climbed between my open legs and took my cock in
her hand again.  "Lift it up," I instructed her, "and look at the
underside. See how it has a kind of helmet at the end?"

   "Yeah."

   "...and see how the skin makes a kind of "V" there?"

   "Yeah."

   "Well, right in that "V," or just below it, is where I want you to rub
with your tongue.  That part is just like your little love button and feels
really good when you rub it."

   "Ok," she said, as she bent forward and buried the head of my cock in
her mouth once more.  She started to stroke and massage my glans
immediately.  She put all her efforts into it, her little mouth wrapped
around the head and her small hands, which were too small to wrap her
fingers completely around the shaft, stroking up and down.  Her tongue was
dead-center on my glans and, even though I had cum not fifteen minutes
before, I felt the familiar tightening in my balls as she worked so hard.
Too soon, I thought.  This is too good to waste by cumming right away.

   I watched her blonde pixie-cut hair swish to and from as she bobbed her
head.  Then she sat up, keeping her grip on my cock.  "Am I doing ok?" she
asked, her mouth ringed with saliva.

   "You're doing great." I looked at her tiny body, her face with the big
wet grin and her little dime-sized nipples.  Her ribs showed and her
shoulders jutted out from her neck at right angles, with no muscles
softening the curve.  I couldn't believe she could be so skinny and yet
have all her energy.  Maybe she was skinny because she burned up a
gazillion calories a day.

   "Are you gonna make the white stuff come out?"

   "If you keep up what you're doing, I will.  I won't be able to stop it,
you're doing so good."

   "Super," she said.  "Can I rub it on my titties so they'll grow?"

   "If you want to.  Or you can let it come into your mouth so it can make
them grow faster.  Besides, you'll like the taste.  Cum tastes good."

   "Really?  Ok, you can cum in my mouth." With that, she went back to work
on me.  The respite had let me recover a bit but her warm mouth and soft,
wet tongue shortly had me feeling the same wonderful congestion in my balls
as before.  I'm not sure what goes on down there but it feels like pressure
building and a sort of stuffiness before the hot liquid boils up and
courses through the plumbing and out.

   "Here comes, sweetie," I groaned.  "Move back so just the tip is still
in your mouth; I'm gonna shoot.  She did just that but it was still not
enough to keep her from choking as the first glob of semen filled her mouth
to overflowing.  "Swallow quickly!" I grunted.  She had stopped stroking
but my cock was pulsing on its own, firing shot after shot of goo into her
mouth.  Her eyes got wide and she choked, sputtered and swallowed the first
two gobs.  She pulled off my cock and the remainder went onto her chin and
chest.  A long string hung from her chin.

   "You look really funny," Katie chirped.

   "There was too much," Jill said.  "I couldn't swallow it all."

   "Yeah, and I think you gagged when it hit the back of your mouth," I
said.

   "Yeah, sorta," she added.  "But I swallowed some and I've got some on me
so I can rub it in, too."

   "You're gonna have boobs like Chrissy's in no time," I told her.

   "I hope," she agreed.  "Can you wipe me off now?"

   "Sure.  Wait here." I got the warm washcloth and cleaned her up.  "So,
how did it taste?"

   "It was ok, but I didn't like the coughing part."

   "Now that you've done it once you know how it works and you won't have
any trouble."

   "It was fun, though."

   "Good.  It was fun for me, too."

   "I liked giving you the fun, too."

   "That's the best part -- when you GIVE someone pleasure."

   "I like it best when you give me pleasure."

   "Well, you'll learn."

   "I think we have to go now," Mary said from where she had been lying on
her back taking in the rays.  She was sitting now, her small cones pointing
directly at me, apparently not as modest as she had been about showing
herself.

   "Do we have to?" the other girls echoed.

   "Yeah," she said.  They all stood to put on their bikinis.

   "Who's gonna bring Cha-Cha tomorrow?" I asked.

   "Me," said Mary, smiling.  The other girls just kinda looked at each
other, surprised I think, at how Mary, who was usually the party-pooper it
seemed, was so anxious to do the dreaded chore of walking Cha-Cha.  I knew
it wasn't usually something the girls liked to do.  Mary smiled at me as I
held the gate open.  Jill waved as the three of them walked down the walled
street.

   Mary came with Cha-Cha about ten the next morning, wearing shorts and a
T with no bra.  That was progress already.  She was all smiles and had her
shoulders back, pushing two nice little -- emphasis on little -- titties
forward.  But they made two nice points under her shirt and the barest
outline was vivible.

   "Hey!" I said when she stood in my garden.  "You're looking great."

   "Thanks," she said.  "I was afraid my mom would see."

   "Are you ready to go shopping?"

   "Yeah." She undid Cha-Cha's leash and he went trotting off to find new
sniffs and to create a few doggy-machismo sniffs of his own.

   We went out into the street, leaving Cha-Caha whining behind us when he
discovered he was going to be left alone, and hurried down to the tourist
shops along the beach.  The shop we entered sold nothing but bikinis in
every size and shape, from the most demure to the most outrageous Brazilian
thongs that were characterized by thongs so narrow that they just slipped
up into a girl's slit instead of covering it.  My kind of place!  It wasn't
busy at this hour on a weekday.

   We looked at everything.  Mary held up one of the Brazilian thongs and
laughed when I shook my head.  She found a nice little black bikini that I
vetoed because she was already tanned enough to wear a light color.

   "I'm sure glad we're tanning nude," she whispered into my ear.  "I would
have a lot of white showing in any of these suits."

   She looked at a white number with square-cut brief bottoms and small
triangles of cloth held by a cord around the back of the neck.  The
material puckered and gathered and didn't really show her off.  I told Mary
that she should look for something with a smaller top.  She blushed.  I
liked the bottoms but we couldn't find a top to go with them.

   A salesgirl appeared and I described to her what I thought would work
for Mary.  "You're right about the bottoms", she said.  "We have an
assortment of tops over here that might work for your...umm...."

   "Niece," I said.  Mary swung her head a little too quickly.

   "...niece," the girl continued.  She found a top with a little padding
and underwire and held it up.  "This should fit your...niece," she said,
holding it up.  She was clearly unconvinced that Mary was my niece and Mary
didn't help by having a semi-permanent blush while the girl was helping us.

   "Can she try it on?" I asked.

   "Sure," she said.  "Remember to wear panties underneath," she told Mary.

   Mary disappeared into the changing room for a few minutes, then she
stuck her head through the curtain and said, "Can you come in?" The
salesgirl nodded and I followed Mary's head back into the little changing
stall.  Not much room for two people: a full-length mirror, a couple of
hooks and a little seat in one corner.  "What do you think?" she asked.

   The bottoms looked ok, even over a pair of full-cut pink nylon panties.
But the top was like the top she wore the other day.  Her boobies were just
rattling around in there.

   "You need a smaller top."

   "That's what I thought, too."

   "Give me the top.  I'll have the girl find a smaller one." I unfasened
it before she had a chance to think.  This was new ground for her.  She
allowed me to lift it off and stood without covering herself -- another
small victory.  I pushed the curtain aside carefully and asked for
something smaller.

   The girl smiled and said, "Most dads -- or uncles -- ask for something
that covers more."

   "Yeah, her dad does, too."

   "Try these," she said.  "One is smaller and the other is REALLY small."

   The 'smaller' one had padding and underwire, just like the first.  The
'really small' top was just a couple inches of fabric held by strings.  I
went back to Mary with the new possibilities.

   She put on the underwire version and it looked pretty good.  It pushed
what she had up and in to show a little cleavage.  "Not bad," I said.  Then
she donned the tiny version and it was perfect.  Two little triangles
covered her aureoles and nipples but nothing else.  There was titty to
spare and the design and small cups made her titties spill out around the
fabric.

   The bottoms worked well with her larger hips.  I had a sexy girl in
front of me.  She thought so, too, I think.  She turned and bent and skewed
her body every which way to try to see herself from every angle.  I noticed
that some dark hairs were showing, even with her panties on underneath the
bikini bottoms, and figured it would be worse without the panties.  I made
a mental note to point that out to her the next time she wore this suit. 
All she said was, "Cool." I knew we had a deal.

   I paid for the new suit and we hurried back to the garden.  Cha-Cha was
glad to see us.  "We've been gone a long time," I said.  You'd better
hustle on home.

   She pouted and said, "I really wanted to wear it for you today."

   "I know.  Where you really want to wear it is at the beach.  You want
the guys to be drooling over you."

   "No.  Honest.  I just wanna wear it for you."

   "That's sweet but don't forget that I get to see you wearing nothing at
all -- and that's even better."

   "I guess," she said.  She came close, stood on tiptoe and gave me a
soft, slow kiss on the lips.  "Thank you," she said as our lips parted. 
Shit, I thought.  One kiss and I feel myself stirring already.  she was
well on her way to becoming the girl she wanted to be -- and the girl I
wanted her to be.

   I took the package from her hand.  "This stays here.  Remember?"

   "Oh...yeah.  I gotta go.  Thanks for everything," she said as she handed
me the package and left with Cha-Cha.

   ------------- To Be Continued -------------



   Read all my stories at: /files/Authors/cyberguy

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   Needless to say, this story belongs to me.  You can share it with
friends but son't rip it off for any kind of personal gain without my
written authorization.

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   I write, usually about a young girl and an older man, for my own
pleasure.  My stories usually have a kernel of an actual event in them but
they are sheer fantasy.  I will sometimes see a young girl at the market or
riding a bicycle or waiting in line with friends for a movie and my body
will literally twitch with excitement.  Not just ANY girl; some girls. 
There is no way I would ever approach one of these girls but I do fix an
image in my mind of their faces, figures, clothes and body language.  I
then dream, like a perverted Walter Mitty, about what might have happened
had we actually met.

   Sometimes true stories are better than what you can imagine.  Several
readers have emailed me to tell me their own true stories, just like this
one.  If YOU would like me to turn your true story into a peice of erotic
fiction, let me know.  I'll write it if I think I can do it justice.

   I always enjoy comments, good or bad.  Nice things encourage me to write
more.  Critical things encourage me to write better.  Please encourage me,
one way or another, by emailing me at:

   CYBERGUY20038@YAHOO.COM Thanks.