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Title         : Girl Scout Cookies III - The Church Lady

Author     : MeatBot

Keywords : Pedo, MF, Mg

Date        : 20160109

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Synopsis : A church lady pays a visit to a horny old perv over a
misunderstanding with her daughter.

Disclaimer : Copyright by the author. Permission is granted to archive,
repost, or publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals,
anthologies of this type of material if unaltered and attributed to the
author. This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone any sexual
activity among persons under 16 in real life. The author also wishes he had
a sex life even one percent as interesting as the shit he writes.

These are just words, people, just words. If you have a problem with words
see a competent shrink or an English teacher. Okay, I know I said I was
through with this guy... but a friend suggested this story. I do not intend
to single out any particular religion to specifically disrespect, I intend
it to be equally spread among all of them.


                              --==+==--


I sat in front of my computer, my mind pleasantly occupied with less that
pure thoughts about my two little sweethearts. Every day I wondered...
every day I hoped that it would be the day that they returned for a visit.
Spring break had been wonderful... after delivering my cookies on a
Tuesday, they had returned every day for the remainder of that week for our
special brand of fun. I had almost cried when school started up again. I
had high hopes for the summer, when they would be left at home alone all
day. At least I still saw them occasionally, often on a Saturday, or
whenever they could get away for a little while. They seemed to have a lot
of freedom for kids, which I appreciated... I suppose that most kids are
like that, nowdays. I knew that even if I saw them every day, they would
never old.

At least I had my pictures to console me, as I waited for return visits.
I'd literally taken hundreds of pics of them over the nine or ten "special"
times I'd had with them. I rarely wasted money on internet porn any more, I
had my own home-grown porn that was a hundred times better than anything I
could buy. Things like... little Gracia smiling up at me, my cock deep in
her throat. Celestia, my original angel... on her knees in front of me, my
cock probing the tightness of her wonderful little asshole... I had it all.
Even my favorite... splashy yellow pee pics. My girls loved naughty pee
play, and I had tasted their tangy yellow piss often enough to almost
satisfy even me.

Thanks to my two little horny angels, the neighborhood was safe from the...
prowler. From that thing that I became, when my horniness reached terminal
velocity and I no longer could control myself. The girls had saved me from
what I thought of as my retirement home... the state penitentiary and
Warden Thrush. I was thankful to them for many reasons, that was just one.
They gave me my life back as much as anything. They made a horny old man
really happy.

As I said, one day I sat, mulling over my collection of Girl Scout pics, as
I thought of them. My pants were at my knees, as usual, and I slowly
stroked myself as I looked at pics and remembered the smells and tastes of
my dear little friends. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Celestia
and Gracia  had actually been here just last weekend, and I didn't expect
them to return so soon. Plus, I knew it wasn't them because they had a
special knock they used... knock-knock-knock-knock-knock pause knock knock.
So I doubly knew it wasn't them. Who could it be?

I pulled my pants up, snapped them, and lumbered to the door. I peeped
through the peephole, and saw, to my joy, a sweet little girl standing
there. I felt a deja-vu feeling... I wondered if this was the start of
something wonderful, like it had been last time.

I fumbled with all the deadbolts and security chains, and got the door open
at last. The girl stood there with a huge almost-artificial smile on her
face, and a notebook in her hand. She was sweetness personified, and I
don't think I'm being unfaithful to my original angels when I say that. She
was pert and perky and just deadly cute. She was a blonde, not my usual,
but that's okay. She had a cute page boy haircut, with long sexy bangs
hiding her forehead. Her face was cuter than a bug's ear, huge blue eyes, a
little pug nose, and a sexy mouth with two fat red lips. Her little neck
was slender and long, and she wore a little one-piece dress, down almost
past her knees. She had sandals on, and her toes were long and slender,
like little fingers. I could just imagine them rubbing on my cock. I felt a
twitch from it, just thinking that. This little thing was just sweeter than
a candy sandwich. Was this one an offering also? Was this another gift from
the gods? Dare I... dare I reach out and touch her?

I dared. I leaned into her, put my arm around her shoulder, and guided her
into my house. I shut the door and clicked a deadbolt, just in case. She
let me steer her to the couch, and I sat her down and then sat beside her.
Our knees touched, and I wished mine were bare, like hers. I wished I'd
been in the shower when she knocked... I'd love to be wearing nothing but a
towel right now.

"My little angel," I said, "what can I do for you today?"

Her voice, while being kind of loud and piercing, was still sexy. I
imagined silencing her by stuffing something into her mouth.

"Sir!" she said. "I am here to tell you about Jeezus and invite you to
attend the Tri-State Area Non-Denominational Church of Our Redeemer's Holy
War Upon Satan, located on West Beezle Street and fortieth avenue. We are
having a month-long membership drive and revival, or drivival, as we like
to call it, and we are offering a special one-month five-percent-tithe
membership for sinners like yourself. Please accept this brochure and study
it carefully. Your situation in the afterlife may depend on it."

Oh dear, I thought. I was saddened to see one so young and... well, just so
damn attractive indoctrinated in such nonsense. I knew that these poor kids
had no idea what their parents were filling their heads with.

"My little darling!" I said, accepting the brochure and setting it on the
end table. "I am a close  personal friend of Jeezus, and have his private
number on speed dial. In passing conversation the other day he mentioned
that you would be visiting me, and he had some special things for me to
pass along to you. Let's see, he said your name would be Chastity. I am
pleased to meet you, Chastity!"

I had caught a momentary glimpse of that name, scrawled on the back of the
folding notepad she'd gotten the brochure from. I presented my hand for
shaking, and she shook it slowly. Her little hand was hot and sexy, if you
could say that about a hand. Of course you can, considering what I was
imagining that little fist wrapped around at the moment. She seemed
impressed that I had known her name, and I knew I had fooled her with that
one.

"He also told me that you would be wearing white panties," I said. Her eyes
widened appreciably... I had taken a chance, on that one, but I knew that
people like her parents probably believed things like colored underwear to
be immodest.

"May I check, just to be sure it's really you? The Deceiver is... well,
deceptive," I said. Her face turned red, but she slowly lifted her skirt,
and gave me a split-second peek of her cute little panties. Her crotch was
beautiful, a smooth puffy mons covered with tight white cloth, and a
pronounced camel-toe slit up the middle. I was charmed and energized. I
licked my lips and nodded.

"Good, good, so it is you!" I said, smiling at her. She smiled back weakly,
still embarrassed, and nodded four or five times. I presented my hand and
she shook it. Her hot little fist was as soft as a baby's butt and I turned
loose of her reluctantly.

Her bobbing big head had made the little head in my pants twitch. I
imagined looking down on the top of her head and seeing that motion at my
waist. I admit, my imagination is over-active, and seems to move in one
direction only. I knew that she had been impressed by my knowledge of her
private information, like the color of her panties.

"Well," I said. "Let's get to it. He wants me to wash your feet and anoint
them with special Jeezus oil. Please remove your sandals and follow me to
the bathroom."

She hesitated... I could see the battle within her for a moment, as all the
things she'd been told about strangers came to the surface.

"My dear," I said. "He wouldn't have asked me to do this unless it was
important. Do we need to call pastor Wickup and have him verify the word of
our lord?" In the split-second flash I'd had of the brochure she handed me
I had seen the pastor's name. It played perfectly to my advantage. Okay,
yes, I do feel bad taking advantage of kids the way I do sometimes... but I
hoped in the end I'd be able to give her something to make my deceptions
worthwhile.

She shook her head vigorously. No, she did not want to involve the pastor
in such a trivial matter as doubting  the word of her lord and master. She
kicked her sandals off. I was in love with those toes. Once again, I told
myself... yes, maybe dreams do come true.

I led her to the bathroom, put the lid down and seated her on the toilet. I
pulled a large basin from beneath the sink and filled it with warm water. I
sat it in the floor in front of her, and took her long sexy legs in my
hands. I started to place them in the water, but had a thought. I didn't
want to wash all the... all the taste off them... not yet. I pushed the
basin to the side.

I gently rubbed her legs halfway up to her knees, stroking her smooth
hairless softness. Not everything in the room that day was soft... my cock
had already reached a hardness on the high end of the Rockwell scale. I ran
my fingers between her long sexy toes and just about creamed myself. Her
feet were fabulous, and those toes... those toes gave me chills. I'm going
to suck on those toes, I told myself. Soon... way soon.

"My child," I said, "have you ever participated in a foot-washing ceremony?"

She shook her head slowly. "No..." she said. "The kids have to go to the
classrooms when they do that stuff. We sing and watch videos."

I nodded. "Well," I said. "I hope I'm not bending the rules by revealing
some of the things that the adult ceremony consists of. I think you're
grown up enough, by now. I will now perform the ritual of the disciple's
tongue. This is to remind us to be humble before our master. I feel very
humble today as I bow before you, and I am thankful for that which I am
about to receive."

She nodded knowingly, and leaned forward with expectation. I hoped that the
ritual made her toes feel good; I knew it would make my tongue feel great.

I lifted her right foot, closed my eyes, and mumbled the first sentence of
the Declaration of Independence in pig Latin.  I leaned down and took her
beautiful toes into my mouth. Good grief... she tasted sexier than fuck...
it tasted exactly like what it was, a wonderful little girl foot. I ran my
tongue between her toes, loving her flavor, dying of happiness. How could I
be so lucky? I asked myself. Her feet weren't dirty, by any stretch... but
neither were they so clean they were sterile. They were just right.

I gulped as much of her foot into my mouth as I could... her long strong
sexy toes felt like heaven in my throat... between that and the spicy
sweaty taste of her, it was all I could do to keep from filling my pants.

At last I had licked most of the flavor from her right foot, and I moved to
the left. It was heaven all over again... there just seemed to be no end to
her sexiness. She's as beautiful as a foot, I told myself, then laughed
again... BOC, at a time like this... but she was. She was incredible.

At last I felt her begin to get restless, and I knew it was time to stop. I
sucked her big toe one last long time, and reluctantly let her foot slide
from my mouth. I mumbled the first stanza of "Don't Fear the Reaper"
backward in honor of BOC, and looked up at her, smiling.

She looked a little puzzled, but at least she wasn't frowning.

"Praise be, darling!" I said, and reached for her hands. She let me take
them in mine, and I said, "Let us bow our heads for a moment and prey." Of
course, it sounded like I -(TM)d said something else completely to her. After
the specified moment, I raised my head, pulled the basin over in front of
her, and washed my slobber off her feet. I dried them with a towel, and
found my bottle of mineral oil. I made the sign of the cross and dribbled a
few drops into my hand, and spent another few delightful minutes rubbing
the oil into her wonderful little feet. I squeezed hard, careful not to
tickle. I knew that having your feet rubbed by big strong hands feels
fantastic. I felt like she was loving it, she squirmed at little, and
smiled down at me.

I would never get enough of this shit, but finally I stopped and put the
oil up. I stood, my knees popping, and took her hand and helped her hop off
the toilet. My mind was racing for a way to get those panties off in a
reasonable amount of time.


                              --==+==--


We walked back into the living room and stood before the couch. She seemed
a little nervous or unsure of herself at this point, and I hoped to
reassure her. But there was some things I needed to know, before I pushed
things along.

"Darling," I said, "are your friends or family out in the neighborhood
proselytizing with you? Is anybody waiting on you? Does anyone know you
came to my house?"

"No..." she said thoughtfully. I trusted her honesty, she was too innocent
to lie. "I just thought I'd go around to some houses before my mom and dad
got home from work. I have to visit twenty, and you're the last one. I
kinda wanted to get it over with."

Ah, perfect. Once again I was unusually lucky, for me. I smiled and nodded.

"Chastity, my darling!" I said. "There is one thing left that I am supposed
to do with you. It is very grown-up, though, so you mustn't be frightened.
We are going to do the Eden ceremony, in honor of it being the first,
today."

She looked puzzled. "What's special about the first?" she asked.

"Well," I said. "Adam and Eve were the first, as today is the first. They
were innocent souls, until the snake. We are going to experience that
innocence, since you are still innocent, and I am retroactively innocent.
Please allow me to remove your dress, my dear."

She frowned. "Why?" she asked.

"Darling, we must be innocent, as Adam and Eve. Haven't you ever heard of
the Garden of Eden? And how they were naked in it? Haven't you seen the
pictures?"

She nodded slowly and thoughtfully. Who hasn't seen those pictures of a
nude man and woman in the garden, their naughty bits skillfully covered by
a crossed leg or a convenient tree branch?

"Mister... uh..." she said, and blanked because she didn't know my name.

"You may call me Gabriel, or Gabe for short," I said. "That is my earthly
name."

She nodded again, looking at me with a serious look. I think she knew she
was being bamboozled, but she didn't have the nerve to call an adult out on
it. But maybe I'd passed enough tests to make her stop and think that I was
telling the truth.

"Mister Gabe..." she said hesitantly. "Will I get in trouble for this?"

"Of course not, my child!" I said. "It is the... it is the master's wish.
And, there is no need for you to tell anyone, either. What happens between
you and me and... and the almighty is no one else's business."

She nodded again. I turned, reached down and grasped the hem of her dress.
I slowly lifted it, and she helpfully raised her arms over her head. I laid
the dress out carefully on the couch so I could drop it over her head in a
hurry if I had to.

"And your panties, my dear!" I said. I hooked my index fingers in the
elastic at her waist, and began to tug them down. She had a last minute
attack of conscience, and put her hands on mine, stopping me.

"Mister Gabe..." she said, her eyes pleading. I felt a flash of guilt over
what I was doing to an innocent young child... but I squashed it, as was my
nature. My big head fools but my little head rules. "Mister Gabe... are you
sure this is... this is supposed to happen like this? I thought it was
naughty to be naked."

"My little dear," I said, sitting on the couch and folding my arms around
her soft hot body. I squeezed her against myself, feeling her silky flesh
rub against my hairy old hide. The girl was truly an angel. "Wicked people
often do naughty things when they are naked. But not innocent children and
babies. Haven't you even seen pictures of naked little babies laying on
bearskin rugs? Surely you don't think they are wicked..."

She shook her head. I went on. "And, of course... although I appear as an
adult in this incarnation, I am different because of my... uhm, my
unearthly origins. My kind is innocent too, in a special way... I am
innocent because I do not know the difference between good and evil. I
am... I guess feral is the word for it. Just as you, an innocent child,
are."

She looked puzzled at all that, which was okay, I'd deliberately tried to
be a little confusing, although there was truth to my bullshit. I honestly
don't know the difference between good and evil, right and wrong. I've had
more than one judge tell me that, even.

I released her, and she sighed and slumped. I felt the battle was won and I
was the victor. I reached down again, and she didn't resist as I slid her
panties down her hips. I released them and they slid down her legs to the
ground.

"Sit, my little one!" I said, guiding her to the couch. She turned and sat,
her legs a foot apart at the knee. It was enough. Her little pussy was
breathtaking, and I struggled to breathe while I gazed at it. It was
completely smooth and pink, with two soft vertical lips that were a darker
shade of pink, almost red. Her little clit peeked out at me, and I made a
promise to my tongue that I felt like I could keep. Her mons was plump, and
she had a nice deep belly button, also perfectly tongue-sized. Her little
nipples were almost brown and slightly puffed out, and I knew her voyage to
womanhood was underway. She saw my heated gaze, and shyly covered her
crotch with her hand.

"Darling," I said. "In honor of your holy and pure body, I shall disrobe.
We shall be innocent together."

I unbuttoned my shirt and laid it out on the couch. I unsnapped my jeans
and dropped them, picking them up and also laying them out for ease of
re-dressing, in case a knock on the door sounded. My undershorts ballooned
outwards, due to my strong erection, and I knew she couldn't help but
notice it. I looked down at her, and sure enough, her gaze was on my crotch.

"Do not be frightened, my child," I said, laying my hand on her forehead.
"All is as it should be. The divine plan is inscrutable to our weak minds.
Just relax and remember that I would not hurt you for the world. All I
want, my dear, is for you to feel good. I want to give you the best feeling
ever, and I think I can."

She nodded, her eyes never leaving the lump in my underwear. I dropped my
drawers, and exposed my hardness to her inquisitive gaze.

She just stared, frozen. My cock stood out from my body proudly, the cap
hard and almost purple, the shaft thick and covered with branching blood
vessels. My balls hung soft and loose, swinging as my body moved. Scrubby
pubic hair covered the base of my cock and was scattered about my balls.

"Have you ever seen a man before, my dear?" I asked. She slowly nodded her
head, her eyes never leaving my organ.

"Yeah..." she said softly. "My brother... I see my brother's all the
time... he shows it to me, when mom and dad go somewhere..."

"Oh really!" I said, entranced. So my innocent little angel wasn't all that
innocent. Well, that didn't bother me too much... it turned me on, and it
might help me, in fact.

"Is that all he does?" I asked. "Show it to you?"

"Well..." she said. "He tries to get me to touch it. An' he axes me
sometime to put it in my mouth... but I don't, I'm too scared."

"Darling!" I said. "The almighty will understand. There is a special kind
of love between brothers and sisters that allows liberties of this nature.
Next time he asks, consider your feelings, and follow your heart."

"Well," she said, "I just know stuff like that's naughty."

"I might appear so to some, yes," I said. "But you are an innocent young
child. However you should tell no one, if you do anything. There is nothing
wrong with keeping secrets. You won't lie if you say nothing, right?"

She nodded thoughtfully. I charged ahead, still a little pumped about her
stories of her adventures with her brother.

"How old is he, darling?" I asked.

"He's... fourteen." she said.

"And have you ever touched it like he wants?" I asked. I looked down and
saw a huge drop of pre-cum oozing out of the slit on the end of my cock.
The girl was driving my cock nuts. It literally jumped with every beat of
my heart.

She turned red and squirmed. I smiled gently at her, and patted her on the
shoulder. She looked down, not meeting my eye. Well, actually, I think she
was staring at my cock again.

"I guess I can tell you," she finally said. "Yeah, I touch it... we got
this thing we do... I rub it an' after a while stuff comes out of it."

"Ah yes!" I said, enchanted. What a lucky bastard her brother was. "I know
that stuff well, darling. That is semen, the precious liquid of life. That
is liquid soul, my child. It is the healthiest and most delicious thing you
will ever taste. Have you tasted it?"

She squirmed even more. She met my gaze then, her eyes pleading. I felt for
her, but I had to hear this shit, it was getting me off big time.

"Darling!" I said, leaning forward, and taking her warm soft little body in
my hands again. I hugged her to my hairy bony old body. "Darling, don't
feel bad! We live in a harsh world, and we must take our pleasures when and
where we can. I think the mighty one understands. He gave us these organs,
right? He gave us the capacity for pleasure? Why should we not experience
it at times?"

She pressed her face in my shoulder for a minute, and then pulled back. At
least she wasn't crying. I felt a stab of guilt again, at misleading her so
effectively. But, like I'd more or less told her, we do what we must.

"You were saying...?" I said, and she nodded. A change had seemed to come
over her, though. She smiled, almost wickedly, and giggled.

"Yeah," she said. "Yeah, I taste it sometimes. I lick it off my hands and
off the end of his... his weenie."

"See?" I said. "You are practically putting it in your mouth already.
Surely there will be no harm in doing just that, next time. In fact... if
you wish to get ready for him, I will encourage you to practice... to
practice on me. Would you like that?"

She looked serious for a moment, and then smiled again, an almost evil
smirk. I knew I had broken down a barrier, seeing that smile. I stood, and
turned to face her. She sat forward on the couch, and bent her body down
until her head was even with my waist. She surveyed my cock thoughtfully
from a few inches away... I even felt her breath on it, and it was sexier
than fuck.

"I guess..." she said slowly, her eyes riveted to my erect organ. "I guess
I might try... is it really okay? I won't get in trouble, will I?"

"Of course not, darling!" I said. I can't imagine, if there is a almighty,
I can't imagine her being held responsible for something she did in
innocence. Surely there is divine justice, if there is a divine anything. I
did wonder what she'd become later in life, though, to start out at such an
early age.

She leaned towards me, and I took a half-step forward. She hesitantly
opened her mouth, and I felt her soft hot lips on the cap of my cock. I
felt a giggle through the vibration of her jaw. I looked down and smiled at
her, meeting her eyes as she rolled them high and looked up. How could this
happen again? How could I be so lucky? Would this be the one I paid for,
though? Was this the start of the end of my good luck, or merely the
continuation of it? Too many goddam questions, I thought. Just enjoy the
moment.

She slurped me deep, all the way in, and I felt my pubic hair rubbing into
her upper lip.

"Suck, baby!" I said softly, and she giggled again. I felt the suction,
then, and it grew stronger... damn, she had a style, for a pre-teen
newbie... she had a good style. I felt a twitch already from my prostate
and tried to relax. This one would be hard to hold back.

"Baby, baby!" I said, holding her head, running my fingers through her soft
hair. I played with her ears and ran my fingers along her jawline. Her neck
was long, strong and sensuous. Her whole body oozed sensuality. It's almost
a crime to turn a kid loose with a body like this, I thought. Her teeth
scraped the backside of my cap, and I almost filled her mouth. I pinched it
off with an effort. The girl was killing me.

She laughed softly, and it was sexy to feel that laugh in her mouth. She
took my testicles in her hands, and I felt her fingers exploring them,
softly pulling on them and kneading them. She finally curled a her index
finger over the top of my cock as she sucked, and damn it felt hot.

I let this go on for a few minutes, until I just couldn't take it any
longer. I gently stepped backwards, and although she followed me by leaning
forwards my cock finally slid from her mouth.

"My dear!" I said. "You were wonderful! I want to do that forever, and
someday maybe we will get to. But I had to stop, I was getting ready to
squirt in your mouth, and I'm not sure if you're ready for that."

She nodded solemnly. "I think I am..." she said, and I smiled inside. How
quickly good little girls want to be wicked, I thought. I loved her for it.

"Well, darling," I said. "There are other things we can do. And... I really
need to take some pictures of you, for my scrapbook. You are my favorite
now, and I never want to forget you."

She watched me fetch my phone, and gave me a sunny smile as I clicked pic
after pic of her. When I went lower and took some shots of her beautiful
pussy she obligingly spread her legs. I told her to spread her pussy, and
she lewdly stretched her little lips apart, and let me take picture after
picture of her pinkness. She turned when I asked her, and finally bent over
and spread her ass cheeks apart. Her little asshole was the cutest thing
ever, and I told my tongue to get ready.

"Darlin'!" I said, tossing my phone on the couch. "I can't stand it any
more, I just have to taste you!"

She was on her arms, leaning on the couch as she showed me her ass, and I
dropped to my knees and buried my face in her little butt. She giggled as I
licked her sweet asshole, reveling in the bitter taste of it, dying of love
for her. I drove my tongue as far into it as I could and the taste got
stronger but was still sexier than fuck. She had a fabulous ass, and an
out-of-this-world asshole. I grabbed my phone and took some selfies as I
devoured her anus.

At last I flipped her, and attacked her little cunt. She giggled and pulled
my hair as I ate her snatch. The shy, worried-about-naughty-shit Chastity
was long gone, and the new nasty little Chastity had come out to play. I
pounded her clit with my tongue, and before long I felt her arms and legs
draw into her body, and I knew she was fixing to cum.

"Oh baby!" I whispered into her cunt, "Cum! Cum hard! Cum for daddy!" I
licked and sucked, rubbing her little clit into her body with my tongue,
one finger deep in her puckered asshole, the other buried in her soft butt
cheek. I just about OD'd on the girl, there were so many sensations
flooding into my nervous system. I just about did die when I felt her foot
on my cock, her long toes pinching me, rubbing against my hardness.

She exploded, cumming like a little atom bomb. Her whole body twitched and
shook, she moaned and snorted and whined like a puppy. She had a beautiful
little orgasm, and I was charmed totally. I felt like I'd done her justice,
I felt like I'd made up for the small deceptions I'd had to do to get her
to this place. It had all been worth it. Maybe, if he really does exist,
maybe the almighty will understand.

At last I pulled back from her, her scent strong in my nostrils, and looked
up at her. She grinned down at me, and we traded something special in our
gaze. I hoped this was just the first of many. I had plenty of room for her
in my life... just like my other little girls.

She giggled, and let me lay there, my head on her stomach. She patted me on
the back.

"Little darling, you said you wanted to taste me..." I told her. "Now would
be a good time for that. I'm about to pop." I stood and positioned myself
in front of her, my hard cock in her face. She giggled and stared at it.
She finally got the idea and leaned forward, taking me in her mouth. It
felt wonderful all over again. Her teeth scraped along the cap of my cock
and her tongue pressed into my pee-hole. I felt a twitch from it, that
quickly. She was a great little sucker. The girl was amazing.

Within a minute, I felt it start. "Get ready, dear!" I said. "Stuff is
going to squirt into your mouth! Get ready to swallow!"

I gave a mighty squirt, filling her little mouth. She tried valiently, but
by the second squirt it was dribbling down her chin. On the third she
coughed and spluttered, and cum went everywhere; I felt it spraying on my
balls even. I finally slowed and after a dribble or two it was over. My
prostate collapsed and lay dying, exhausted.

"My little angel!" I gushed, "you were wonderful! You are a natural!" She
grinned up at me, semen drooling down her bottom lip and chin and running
down her neck onto her chest. Her hard little nipples looked so cool,
smeared with my sperm. I found my cum rag and wiped her down, finally going
to the bathroom and fetching a wipe.

"Baby!" I said, leaning down and kissing her on the cheek. "You are the
sweetest thing in heaven or earth! I love you always and forever! Please
come and see me every chance you get, please?"

"I guess I can stop by sometimes," she said. I smiled. She went on. "Mister
Gabe... it's been lots of fun but I think I need to get home... I don't
want my parents to know how long I been here..."

"Yes," I said, sad to see her go, but understanding. And she was right, I
didn't want that either. "Darlin'," I said. "Remember. If you don't say
anything, it won't be a lie."

"Yeah," she said, nodding. I hoped I'd gotten the idea across. I stood, and
lifted her dress. She raised her arms, and I slid it over them and dropped
it onto her body.

"My little darling..." I said hesitantly. But I wanted them, bad. I pressed
them to my face, and smelled her scent. I was sad because I knew it
wouldn't last. "My little darling, may I keep your panties, for a reminder?
You can put on a fresh pair when you get home."

She nodded and giggled. I put them in my pocket. She found her sandals and
slid them on. I was sad to see her go, there were so many more things we
could have done together. Maybe there'd be a next time. She found her
notebook, and I walked her to the door.

"Darling..." I said. "Once again, thank you. I hope to see you again, but
if I don't, I'll see you on the other side. I'll be waiting for you."

She smiled sweetly. I opened the door, and after a last turn and gaze she
walked down the sidewalk. I was sad to see her go. I went back in the house
and locked all the deadbolts. I had fresh new pictures to look at.

                              --==+==--


The next knock, two days later, was a little heavier than Chastity's. I
hadn't really had time yet to hope for her return, but of course I did hope
a little. However, the peephole showed me a tall attractive youngish woman,
maybe early to mid-thirties. What is it now? I thought. What's she selling?
Big girls aren't really my main interest any more, but I might buy
something... if she played the game correctly. I sniggered to myself, and
opened the door.

"Good afternoon," the woman said. She didn't seem hostile, but she seemed a
bit... I dunno, stand-offish, already. I nodded and told her good
afternoon. She was dressed in a charcoal grey skirt, rising to just above
her knees, and a white blouse with a knitted jacket. Her hair was dark and
obviously long, but curled up on top of her head in a bun. She wore no
makeup or no jewelry, and it occurred to me that she didn't need anything
like that. She was attractive and even sexy, as plain as she was.

"You would be... Mister Gabe, correct?" she said. Oh fuck, I thought. I
knew instantly what this was about. The only time I had ever used that name
was with Chastity. Had she squealed? Was this a lawyer, or an undercover
cop? Or the worst of all, an angry mother, with a Glock in that purse she
held so loosely under one arm? Oh shit, I thought. Oh shit oh shit.

"I'm sorry," I said. "My name is Chester M. Lester. I think you have the
wrong address."

Her mouth squinched to one side, and she stared at me for a moment. I could
tell she didn't believe me.

"I don't believe I have the wrong address," she said, "I got it from her
worksheet. And your appearance is exactly as she described."

Oh shit, I thought again. Am I caught, yet again? Is this the beginning of
the end? Will the next train ride drop me off in cellmate city?

"I'm not sure I have met your daughter," I lied. "I tend to keep to myself,
and don't often have visitors."

"She recently visited this neighborhood, doing the lord's work," the woman
said. She regarded me with suspicion again. I wondered where she was going
with this, what the point of it was.

"Miss..." I said, pausing. She took the hint and said "Bolivar."

"Miss Bolivar," I said. She interrupted me.

"Missus!" she said. I nodded.

"Missus Bolivar," I drew myself up to my full height, a good four inches
taller than her. "If you are accusing me of something unwholesome, I have a
lawyer at my disposal. Would you like his number?"

She paused, and visibly deflated. "No..." she finally said. "I'm... I'm not
accusing you of anything. It's just that my daughter came home with some
crazy ideas, and I want to make sure that somebody's not filling her head
with nonsense..."

Yeah, like you are with that religious stuff, I told her in my head. But I
said, "Nonsense? Of what nature?" I paused dramatically. "Wait a minute..."
I said. "Was your daughter that little girl that gave me a fascinating
brochure about a church? The Satanic Warrior's Holy Bible Club?"

She grimaced, and said, "Yes, if you mean the Tri-State Area
Non-Denominational Church of Our Redeemer's Holy War Upon Satan. Yes, that
was her, a little blonde girl."

I acted like I was deep in thought, squinting and putting my elbow in one
hand and tapping on my jaw with the finger of my other hand.

"Yes," I said. "I remember her, a little blonde girl. She had the funniest
ideas about who or what I am... frankly, she embarrassed me with her
supposition that I was... was of unearthly origins. I am unsure where she
could have gotten that idea..."

The woman nodded. "Yes, exactly. We were a little surprised, too. But when
we questioned her, she clammed up and wouldn't say another word. My
husband, and I admit he has a suspicious nature... but my husband thinks
she is hiding something. He questioned her so vigorously that she ran to
her room crying and locked the door on us."

Oh, my poor darling. My heart went out to her. But it looked like she'd
taken my advice and said nothing. The woman wasn't raging mad, at least. I
felt a little relief. Maybe this wasn't the beginning of the end.

"Well," I said. "I am sorry if anything I said or did gave her the wrong
impression. We did chat for a moment about spiritual subjects, and my
insights into the divine mysteries may have given her some wrong ideas
about who or what I am. I apologize to you, and to the dear girl, if I've
accidentally caused her any grief."

Now the woman seemed anxious to reassure me, at this stage. We talked for a
while longer, and suddenly I remembered my manners.

"Missus Bolivar... I don't wish to be fresh, but may I know your first
name?" I said. She smiled and gave me her hand, and said, "Jenny. I'm
Jenny."

"Jenny, my dear," I said, shaking her hand and releasing it slowly. "Please
come in and sit down. I hope to convince you that your daughter is in no
danger from me, either spiritually or physically." I left out morally,
although... I don't feel the things I do to children are immoral... a
little naughty maybe, but not immoral. I have a weird sense of that shit,
and I'll be the first to admit it.

She entered my small living room, and perched on the edge of my couch. I
was thankful that I'd closed down the pictures I'd been viewing on my
computer. Actually, years ago I'd gotten in the habit of hitting the hotkey
and dismounting my encrypted drives when there was a knock or any kind of
disturbance at the door. I sat in the wicker chair beside her, so close our
knees almost touched, and I thought of Chastity again. I looked at Jenny
Bolivar critically. This woman, I thought, this woman made that darling
child in her body. She'd done a fine job, and she'd done a fine job of
keeping her body in good shape after bearing at least two children. I
remembered big girls... I'd had my share of them... this one would have
been a prize indeed back in my glory days.

"Jenny," I said. "I am an old man, in my twilight years. I freely admit I
love children, they are the light of my life, and our hope for the future.
I have two darling grandchildren, Celestia and Gracia, and they are the
most beautiful things in my life. Every day I think of them, and look at
their beautiful pictures on my computer. My daily wish is to hold them in
my arms, feel their bodies against mine and breathe their sweet childish
odors into my nostrils. I feel that they are the only reason I am still on
this earth. I can see that you also love your daughter, if you are this
worried about her state of mind over a simple matter such as this."

I had puckered slightly when introducing Celestia and Gracia into the
conversation... what if this woman lived next door to them and knew them?
Actually, I'd seen Chastity walk in the opposite direction that my other
two girls usually came from. I hoped that there was no connection between
them. Obviously not, I think this woman would have said something if she
knew the girls.

"Yes!" she said, leaning in to me. "I can see that, I can see you are a
nice man with a beautiful and gentle soul. I am sorry to trouble you with
this... but, like you said, I love my daughter very much, although to my
dismay our jobs keep my husband and I from spending the time with our
children that I feel we should. That's where we had hoped the church might
help... though, frankly, I'm not so sure, now."

"You're not?" I acted puzzled. "I felt the brochure was explicit about the
church's love of family and the importance of a strong family unit. Why are
you displeased?"

"Well..." she squirmed a bit, seeming to be uncomfortable. "Sometimes I
think they are more interested in simple revenue... and some of their rules
are strict and quite constrictive such as modesty in dress and makeup. My
husband however seems to be firmly in the pastor's grip... it has even
affected our, uhm... our relationship, in a negative way."

Hmmm.... trouble in bed? I wondered. This looked promising. I wondered if
this was a frustrated, sex-starved working housewife. You dork, don't even
hope... the angel on my right shoulder told me. Fuck it, go for it... the
devil on my left said. When in doubt, devil wins out, I reminded myself.

"My dear Jenny," I said. "I am an old man, far beyond the age of base
physical pursuits such as sexual pleasure. You may tell me everything. I am
a willing listener, and I may have insights based on my years of experience
that will comfort and assist you."

                              --==+==--


The next hour was exhausting but productive, as the woman spilled her guts
to me. I was perfectly right, she was a working mother who no longer felt
the love from her husband like she had when she married him sixteen years
ago. The marriage had suffered over the years from his occasional
infidelities, until he met the pastor of the crazy-name church, as I now
thought of it. The pastor had whipped him into line, not a bad thing, but
he had made something harsh and unforgiving of the man in the process,
something that no longer seemed able to express love to his wife or
children. I instinctively hated the man, because by now I loved the woman,
of course not near as strongly as I loved her daughter... but I felt for
the woman. I'm an old pervert, and a child molester but I'm not without
some redeeming qualities.

At last, to my dismay, she broke down completely, and slumped on my couch,
weeping and sobbing. I rose and found a box of Kleenex, and she took a
handful and blew her nose.

"Jenny," I said. "I feel for you. I've just met you, but I feel a great
sympathy towards you, you and your predicament. You are a strong woman, and
maybe because of that you have suffered strongly. We are, at times, tested
almost to the point of failure. Please, though... for your children's
sake... please continue to be strong. They depend on you, though they don't
know it yet. And now, now that you know me, you may depend on me to always
bend a sympathetic ear, whenever you need to talk. Please, my dear, please
be strong, and maybe things will turn out for you. Although, my experience
forces me to admit that although things might turn out for the best, they
don't always turn out like we want."

She nodded and sniffled. I moved to the couch beside her, and put my arm
around her. To my satisfaction she pressed against my body, and put her
head down in my lap. Somewhere around that point in time, a little idea
turned into a big idea. How cool would it be, I asked myself... just how
fucking cool would it be to make it with a mother and daughter both? Of
course, at the same time would be the coolest of all... but even I wasn't
that unrealistic. I'd basically made out with this woman's sweet little
daughter the other day... and now, I realized... now it was a challenge.
Could I do it? Was I that smooth? Did I still have the magic?

"Darling," I said softly. She looked up at me, not seeming to be put off in
the slightest by my use of the familiar term. "I have, like I said, many
insights into the human condition, due to my age and a lifetime of
experiences. Tell me... and it's okay, remember that I'm an old man... but
tell me... does your husband still fulfill his husbandly duties in the
intimate sense? Are you satisfied in bed, my dear?"

She dissolved into tears again. After a few minutes I could understand her.
"No!" she sobbed. "No, it's been... it's been years... he has no desire for
me any more. I even got some of those blue pills from a girl at work... and
they didn't work. He didn't get... didn't get, uhm... suitable. I feel so
worthless sometimes... I can't even make my husband hard! Oh shit, I'm
sorry I said that... and I'm sorry I said shit! I'm so worthless!"

I got a little angry for her sake and I hated her husband even more. I and
wondered if he was gay and didn't know it yet. What a cretin he sounded
like... a limp-dicked cretin.

"Jenny!" I pulled her up a little, and made her look at me. Tears streaked
down her beautiful face. "Jenny Bolivar, get over that nonsense. You are
not worthless. You are one of the most attractive women I've seen in a long
time. Your husband is a fool and pardon the criticism of a man you might
still love. But he's a fool if he's not hot for you twenty-four hours a
day. I certainly would be... in fact, you've... I hesitate to say something
so familiar, but you've woken something in me that hasn't been... hasn't
been alive in a long time."

To her credit, instead of getting mad or frightened or huffy, she giggled,
and actually looked down at my crotch. My hard-on had begun when I held
her, and grown more rigid from holding her head on my lap. I hoped it was
evident to her, although it's hard to tell when you're sitting down.

"I'm so sorry about all this..." she said, and honked into a Kleenex. "I
did not mean this when I came over... actually I have no idea what I really
intended to do by coming here, I was just upset... and I wanted to meet the
man my daughter thought was an angel."

We both laughed softly, and looked at each other. She held my gaze for a
while and then she couldn't stand it... she looked down at my crotch again.
And yes, it was still hard.

"Mrs. Bolivar," I said, smiling. "If ever you need.. help with any of your
problems... and I do mean any... please do not hesitate to ask me. I feel a
connection with you that I haven't felt in ages for another adult. Most of
my relationships nowdays are with children, such as my wonderful
grand-daughters. Please... if you need anything... and I do mean
anything... please make your wishes known to me. Your complete satisfaction
is my greatest wish, and I will do anything to achieve it. Anything."

She regarded me impishly, with a genuine twinkle in her eye. "Anything?"
she asked. I nodded. "Anything at all, you mean?" she said again. I nodded
again. I think the third time did it for her. She said, "The stuff we
talked about earlier even... do you really mean anything?" I nodded until I
was dizzy. "Yes," I said. "Any fuckin' thing." Instead of being shocked or
getting upset at my language, she giggled. I'm in, I thought, and smiled.
I'm in.


                              --==+==--


Truly, I was in. In deep. She'd stripped for me, a slow strip-tease that
put the girls down at my favorite strip-club to shame. She'd rubbed her
butt in my lap just wearing her panties and a bra, and I rubbed the top of
her thighs, slowly moving my hands into her inner legs. At last I rubbed
her panty-covered mound, and she leaned backwards and whispered nasty words
into my ear, her hot breath sexier than all fuck. She leaned forward and I
unsnapped her bra and she shrugged it off. Her tits were fabulous. I'd
fucked around with little girls so long I'd almost forgotten what a nice
pair of tits felt like when they filled your hands. She reached up and
fiddled with her hair, and suddenly a huge mass of hair dropped down her
back and covered my lap. Fuck, the girl had long hair... to her ankles,
damn near... long sexy-ass hair. I rubbed my face and dick in it, smelling
her wonderful smell, feeling the softness of it on my leathery old skin.

My hands moved to her breasts of their own volition. Her nipples were a
typical child-bearing female nipple, fat and firm, and when she turned I
slurped one into my mouth with joy. She moaned above me, and I felt chill
bumps on her butt as my hands slid down inside her panties. Her asshole was
sweaty and slick, and I sniffed my finger and just about creamed my jeans.
She smelled ever bit as good as her daughter had smelled. I pressed my
finger inside her body, feeling the puckered skin of her asshole around it.
My lips sucked her nipple until it was rock-hard, and then I scraped it
with my teeth. She writhed and squirmed and gasped inbetween my legs, and
we both giggled.

At last she dropped her panties and turned around, presenting her ass to
me. "Gabe!" she said, using my angel name, and I laughed. "Gabe, fuck me!
Fuck me hard! Make me forget about all this shit, goddammit!"

I stood, and she bent over, grabbing her ankles. Goddam, the woman was so
hard-core I couldn't believe it. I dropped my jeans and undies, and rubbed
my hard cock on her asshole and cunt. Her pussy was so wet the head of my
dick was crazy slick, and just for fun I pressed it into her asshole.

"Oh fuck yeah!" she said loudly, her voice at my ankles. "Fuck my ass,
gawdammit! Fuck my fuckin' ass, you fuckin' fucker!"

I laughed and just slid it into her. It went fairly easily about halfway,
then the lube ran out. I went a little slower after that, and transferred
some pussy juice to my shaft with my fingers. She was flowing heavy down
there. She gasped and grunted and moaned, and I'm sure I made some funny
noises, too. I had no idea how I was going to keep from cumming instantly,
but I tried my hardest to hold back. In my mind, I was imagining her sweet
young daughter, bent over just like this, my cock in her wonderful little
asshole. Like mother like daughter I told myself, making a promise to the
future. I pulled out and slammed into her. She grunted and said, "Again!
Harder!" and I tried my best to satisfy her. She groaned, and I felt a
vibration from her crotch as she frigged her clit like a monkey on meth.
Within a few dozen strokes she came, and I remember wondering at one point
if she was having a seizure, she shook so intensely.

"Oh goddam fuck!" she finally said, straightening up. My cock slid from her
asshole, still hard, and she turned. "That was fuckin' insane, Gabe. Now
though... now you gotta fuck me for real in my cunt. Make me feel it again,
please... make me feel the magic. Gimme the fuck of a lifetime, you horny
old goat..."

I laughed. "Jenny," I said. "Please remember... I am a sedate old man, and
no longer interested in silly physical endeavours such as sex." She laughed
at me, the cheeky bitch, and I was charmed all over again.

"Yeah," she said, "I fell for that shit an hour ago. Now I've seen the real
you though!"

I laughed. "You, darling... you brought this out in me. It's been ages
since I've had sex with a woman." At least that was not a lie. I went on.
"I can't promise you I'll perform this well, should you ever return. But I
will certainly try."

"You can bet your hairy ass I'll be back, you old fucker," she breathed,
still laughing at me. "You started something you ain't gonna stop so
easily. I can't divorce my fuckin' husband because of his fuckin' religious
beliefs, but I can sure as hell get my jollies elsewhere. I'm sorry if that
disappoints you in me... but I'm no fuckin' angel. And I'm tired of
pretendin' to be one..."

I laughed. "Jenny," I said. "The lord works in mysterious ways, and he
tries to make us happy. I hope I've been a part of that happiness for you.
Don't eat yourself up with guilt, darlin'... this is your right... to be
happy. I'll be glad to be your surrogate husband, for a few hours a week..."

She laughed again. "A few hours?" she said. "If I can find somebody to
watch the kids, I might be here for the weekend. Stubby hubby can find his
own fun... he can go trade bible verses with pastor Fuckup for all I care.

"You have another child?" I asked, playing dumb.

"Yes, a boy... he's fourteen..." we were still talking as she settled on
the couch, her legs in the floor, and spread widely. Her cunt looked
fabulous, fat pink lips and a nice fat hooded clit below a dusting of pubic
hair. I settled face-down between her legs, and probed for her cunt with
the tip of my cock. When I slowly pushed into her wetness she was
surprisingly tight for a woman that had pushed two children through the
tunnel.

"Jenny," I said. "Your son is old enough to watch his sister, for one night
at least. Just give him a few bucks for babysitting. And... I must say...
your daughter seemed like an intelligent, mature young lady. She'd probably
be fine on her own."

"Yeah..." she said. "I think I'll try that. Maybe next weekend."

"You must bring your daughter back someday, and I'll try to straighten out
the angel misunderstanding," I said, mashing our hips together and then
pulling back out. "And I'd love her company. She is the angel, not me."

"Yeah, she's a sweetheart," said Jennie. "I'll do that. I might even ask
you to watch her sometimes if you would. Heck, I'd even pay you... I trust
you, and I know she'd have fun over here with you. Maybe she could even
play with your granddaughters."

"Oh," I said, smiling, "I'll watch her for free! The pleasure would be all
mine! And I'm sure my girls will love her!" My mind was awash with ideas
after hearing that and imagining being in the middle of three sexy little
girls... and also thinking of the things they might do to each other. My
cock got even a little harder, unbelievably. I pulled almost all the way
out, and slammed into her again, causing her to grunt loudly.

"Well," I said. "We'll work that shit out later. Anyway, I'd love a weekend
with you, although I might need a nap occasionally to revive my strength."

She laughed. "You can sleep when you're dead. For now, old man... for now
just fuck me. Shut up and fuck me!"


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