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The following is a literary work of adult erotic fiction and is laced
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Daddy's Secret Dungeon (Revised)

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Cons, Rom, Pett, Oral, Anal, Piv, Extr Pedo, Pedo, Preteen, Teen, LtBond,
Bond, MDom, Span, Implied Rape, Tort, Inc, Les, Polyandry, Preg.

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Prologue:
The day Franky was brave enough to venture into her parents' private
playground in the family basement nothing of her life would ever be the
same.  [This is a remake of the original story, "Daddy's Secret
Dungeon", has been corrected for grammar and spelling, has been only
slightly changed throughout the original 90%, but includes a much more
complete and enjoyable ending.  It's being provided as a wholly
separate story rather than an additional chapter because of the major
change in tone.]

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Original Prologue:

The day Franky was brave enough to venture into her parents' private
playground in the family basement nothing of her life would ever be the
same.  She knew she was doing something against their expressed
permission and was a changed little girl after learning the awful truth
about her Mommy and Daddy.  She would also lose her cherished status as
an innocent and chaste child and be converted to a knowing, experienced,
and bold young woman with a new understanding of herself and a new
hunger that would never be sated for the rest of her short life.

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Preface:

*WARNING*

The following is a work of adult erotic fiction, and it contains
descriptions of sexual activities between an adult male and young female
children.  It's also laced with blatant descriptions of male domination,
spankings, beatings, abuse, and rape.  They aren't the central focus of
this work, but are used to develop the plot and how the characters react
to such treatment.

There are scenes within this work of fiction that may be considered
offensive if bondage, domination, submission, and extra-marital sex
don't appeal to the reader.  The story has a happy ending, but the
descriptions of humilation, perversion, and pain might cause a few timid
or prudish readers to be shocked.

Remember ... this is a work of fiction, and none of the deeds described
ever happened to or with the author.  What other people do with their
free time is their own business.

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Franky's heart was pounding in her small and almost flat chest, the
sound of cannons rhythmically erupting in cacophonous and regular order
in her ears as she stood in front of the imposing door.  Even though the
temperature in the house was comfortable, the sweat from her brow hung
heavily upon her lovely and innocent face like the evidence of a ditch
digger or roof worker with only half their task completed.  As if she
was in the middle of an attempt to steal the Crown Jewels she could feel
her body trembling and smell her own fear as her petite and slender hand
controlled a long imagined and never before used key that was supposed
to be safely tucked away in a secure hiding place in her parents'
bedroom.

Francesca Yvette Huget wasn't normally prone to disobeying her parents,
but her curiosity had finally grown too strong.  Wielding the courage
and determination of the most skilled lion tamer but with the certain
knowledge of immediate capture and censure by her folks, the preteen
carefully slipped the shiny metal device into the impressive lock that
hung silently on one side of an imposing and ominous wooden door.  She
could feel each pin shift up and down inside the intentionally menacing
slit that might spell the young girl's doom as the gleaming metal in her
shaking hand was slowly and carefully pushed inward.

Once the key was pushed as far as it would go, Franky's shaking took on
new dimensions, for once she turned the metal utensil in her grip and
teased open the door that stood silently before her, nothing would ever
be the same.  But she had no real awareness of that yet.

Franky only knew of the restrictions her parents would place her under
once her deeds were discovered.  A long-avoided spanking by her big and
commanding father might leave her plump and soft fanny red and burning
once she'd been caught, but that thought quickly passed as her fingers
deftly commanded the key.  There was going to be Hell to pay if they
knew what she was up to, because of her intentionally disobeying a long
standing rule that she never venture beyond the cold immutable
protection of a door that had been off limits for as long as she could
remember.

But her curiosity was stronger than her dread, and in spite of what may
come later she pressed down against the horizontal antique lever of a
dungeon-like handle that would grant her access to a place that had
remained unknown to her for all of her young and unjaded life.

The instant the brace was at its fullest depressed state and the door
allowed to move for the first time in her small hand Franky was
shuddering in terror, because she was finally at the crossroads of
knowledge versus chaste obedience and naive bravery versus risky
foolishness.

It was all or nothing at that moment, for all she had to do was pull
toward her, allow the hasp to reclaim its prior location, lock the door
as it was before she stepped off that last stair tread, and put the key
back in her father's dresser drawer where it had been before Franky took
on such a daring and ill conceived notion.

But the young girl's desire for knowledge was stronger than her feeling
of trepidation, so she gently pushed against the mass of the heavy door
and anxiously placed a single eye close to the narrow slit that was
immediately formed.

Her first conscious act as a reckless and disobedient ten year old in a
house filled with rules and clearly spoken restrictions was to peek
inside to take in whatever may be beyond the thick and previously
secured portal.  But nothing could be easily discerned because the room
inside was as black as the most frightening dream she'd ever had.  It
would take even more determination before she would gain knowledge of
her parents' desire to keep her away from their oft-used hideout when
she was supposed to be sleeping peacefully in her bed late at night and
her folks or just her daddy was 'entertaining' a visitor or guest.

Rather than push slightly more and allow the light from the fixture
behind her to fill the room or worse for her to reach inside with her
free hand and feel around for a light switch, Franky stood in fear and
tried to decide which fork ahead in the road of life and knowledge to
take.  While she was waiting she became aware of new and a strange
series of fascinating smells and aromas that needed their own careful
discoveries, so she stood there silently and tried to take in the scene
with the only sense of any value at that moment.

Leather, candle wax, smoke, perfume, and the heavy odor that spoke of
intense physical workouts wafted across and then into her button of a
nose, the mixture of fragrances just enough of an additional incentive
for the inquisitive little girl to be drawn further within.  Even as she
was trying to comprehend the depths of her parents' anger, Franky felt
as if she was becoming aware of a saddle maker's or cobbler's shop.

The pull of curiosity was just too strong for the young girl, her deft
push against the imposing door moving it further away from its formerly
closed position.  She was only aware of how far the door was open when
it rebounded against a rubber floor stop and pushed her back slightly.
It was only at that moment Franky realized just how big and heavy the
door really was.

Her eyes quickly adjusted to the lower light levels of her surroundings
from that single bright fixture further behind her that seemed to blast
the silent depths of the room with a near blinding light.  But she still
couldn't see clearly enough, so yet more danger loomed on the horizon.
It took no more than a few seconds for her to find the light switch that
was placed in the same relative spot along the wall near the door as all
the other ones in their home.

The feel of that highly ornate and normally utilitarian device against
her fingertip seemed strange, as if in pushing upward until it stopped
moving she might cause some unpredictable series of actions to take
place that would further spell her doom.  Her throat was as dry as the
Sahara desert when Franky closed her eyes and urged her digit upward.

Rather than an array of klaxons or alarms sounding loud enough to call
the local security agency, the near silent clack only caused the room
behind her to be filled with the comforting glow of incandescent light
from a series of sconces and artificial lamps that mimicked eight angled
torches mounted on the walls and scattered around the room.

The first thing that Franky felt when she grew brave enough to turn
around was absolute horror.

The room she was standing in mimicked a castle dungeon with darkly
painted and sculpted walls that looked as if they had been crafted from
huge stone blocks.  Next she became aware of a series of imposing and
impossibly large pieces of torture equipment the likes of which Doctor
Frankenstein would be proud of.  The most intimidating objects, however,
weren't the bizarre wooden beams of the furniture heavily padded with
ropes and leather, nor the racks, tables, or winches neatly arranged
around the room, but a wall filled from one end to the other and floor
to ceiling with whips, chains, brightly colored or strangely blackened
ropes, and even lots of things that previously had been thought of as
perfectly utilitarian devices.

They wouldn't be seen in that way any longer!

Why would her father and mother have a neatly ordered collection of
hamper clothes pins silently hanging on a metal rod instead of in the
laundry room where they belonged?  And why were many of them covered in
random drips of various colors of candle wax?

What were over two dozen electrical alligator clips doing taking
tongueless bites out of a thick leather belt that was hanging along a
beam near an electrical control box with all sorts of control knobs,
dials, and two long cords that had clips of their own?

How could so many different colored and neatly coiled hanks of rope
exist, hung carefully on a series of wooden pegs and arranged as if
being prepared as ammunition for some unseen military device?

Where had so many different kinds and sizes of chains and whips come
from, some with a single frayed end and many others with a few or maybe
even dozens of tentacles as if they were the dreadlocks of some alien
beast?

Who could have talked her father and mother into owning so many strange
and scary devices of cruelty and pain, a collection so frightening that
Franky couldn't handle the strain any longer and flicked the light off
so she could close the door, lock it, and then put the key back where
her father had placed it some time in the recent past?

She couldn't move the massive door quickly enough, its tremendous weight
preventing the small preteen from getting it closed nearly as easily as
she had opened it.  Her blood was coursing wildly through her body and
seemed to wash through her ears with the drone of an intermittent
waterfall that was a thousand feet high.  Her hands trembled as she did
her best to pull the heavy door closed, its movement finally a measure
of reassurance as it began to approach the door jamb with an eerie
creak.

But in her desire to get the door closed quickly she'd used more force
than expected, and rather than having adequate strength to get it
started, she didn't have enough energy to slow it down as it drew closer
to the door jamb and hasp.

A menacing <click> <click> <ka-WHUMP> echoed through the basement as the
door finally found its mated frame, the sound so impressive it couldn't
have been missed by anyone inside their home.

Franky was shaking even more violently moments later, her folks sure to
be headed down the stairs any second to see who was trespassing in their
private domain.  All Franky could do was stand in fear with her eyes
tightly closed and wait for her father, mother, or both to drag her
upstairs to her bedroom so she could be whipped by one of their wicked
devices.

Nothing!

She stood there for almost fifteen seconds after the door was closed
before she was able to reclaim her wits, the key still where she left it
when she turned it a few minutes before.  Time seemed to stand still and
her movements governed by specters and ghouls, a time altered sense of
the universe slowing her progress as if she was having to walk or move
through winter-chilled honey rather than air.

Why couldn't she move faster?  Who was holding her back and keeping her
from pushing her hand out so she could turn the key in the opposite
direction from before?  How could such a wicked place exist so close to
her own bedroom?  Where could she go to get away from such a vile and
evil dungeon and be safe once more?  What was her life going to be like
from now on with the knowledge that her parents were collectors of such
antiquated devices of torture and pain?  Just the thought of her father
using any of those wicked things in that darkened room sent shivers up
and down Franky's back, her once cherished and adored Daddy now a
stranger in her heart.

The next thing Franky knew she was lying face down on her bed and
sobbing into her pillow, her arms far around her normally comforting
cushion as if her own hands could provide comfort.  She cried for untold
minutes and repeatedly asked herself why she had been so daring to
witness something that only came from black and white movies where death
and pain were heft upon poor young women or huge uncontrollable
monsters.

"Franky?  Franky, Angel?"

Her eyes flew open anticipating the worst, but instead she saw the
smiling face of her own loving Mommy.  Franky threw herself forward,
wrapped her arms around her mother's body, and pressed her face into the
soft and comforting form that had always provided relief and protection
in the past.

"Hey, hey, hey!  What's all that for?"

"I love you, Mommy!"

"I love you too, Angel.  What's wrong, Franky?"

"I ...  I ...  I had a bad dream."

Holding the trembling preteen against her body and rocking her only
child back and forth as she'd done for ten years, Carla did her best to
allay any fears that had worked their way into her little girl's head
and polluted what was normally a trouble free existence.  Carlotta
Annette could have let her only child settle her fears on her own, but
she remembered when she had her own demons and knew to be the best
possible Mommy she could.

"It's okay, Baby.  It was just a dream and you're alright now.  Mommy's
here to take care of you, Precious, so just forget all about that awful
dream.  Besides ...  dreams don't do anything to smart and gentle little
girls.  Your painful thoughts are nothing more than temporary visions
that go away when your eyes come open.  Fear not, my precious child, for
you're safe now and will never have to worry about monsters or villains
again."

Her mother's words teased back each and every layer of pain that had
been tightly binding the preteens frightened brain, a growing sensation
of tremendous comfort washing through Franky's shaking body.  Her mommy
always smelled so nice, her perfume drawn into the young girl's nose and
reminding her of ...

Her perfume!

Franky immediately remembered the mixture of aromas she'd perceived in
the dark and forbidding confines of an evil place that had no parallel.
But the warmth and pillow softness of her mother's breasts against
Franky's face were a long cherished and very gratifying phenomenon that
quickly diluted the painful images in the preteen's mind and suffused
her brain with a feeling of comfort, security, and protection.

"Franky?"

"Yes, Mommy?"

"Are you gonna be okay tonight, Sugar?"

For a few moments Franky wasn't sure why her mother would ask that
question, until she remembered that her folks had already mentioned a
party that they'd been invited to.

"Uh ...  I don't know, Mommy."

Carla didn't like the sound of her child's voice, certain that her
dominating and commanding husband would be furious if the couple had to
cancel their plans at the last minute because of a crybaby.  Carla was
torn between comforting her only child or disappearing into her own
bedroom to don wicked clothes that stole her strength and filled the
woman with a kind of lusty need that no man other than her husband had
ever unleashed.  But Franky wasn't nearly the immature and intimidated
weakling that used to define her as naive and untroubled.  The child
softly uttered words that filled Carla with a wave of lewd desire that
only her husband or his many male friends could satisfy.

"I remember about the party you and Daddy are going to, Mommy.  Is that
what you mean?"

"Yes it is, Angel."

"I ...  I think I'll be okay, Mommy.  Who's gonna stay with me until you
and Daddy get back?  Is it gonna be that dumb high school girl that
talks on her phone all the time?"

"No, Angel.  After you told us that she was spending more time on her
cell phone on the front porch rather than looking after you, your Daddy
and I agreed that she wasn't to be trusted."

"Then, who is it, Mommy?"

"Well ...  I know you may not remember, but Mr.  Peckham from next door
used to take care of you when you were a little rug rat in diapers.  He
was your favorite babysitter up until just before your fourth birthday
when he had to start working second shift.  We had to find someone else
to take care of you after that."

"Really?  Mr.  Peckham?"

"Uh huh!  It just so happens he's now working first shift again and we
didn't know that until we saw him the other day.  Would you like for him
to be your sitter tonight, Franky?"

"Oh, YEAH!  Mr.  Peckham is kew-wuhl, Mommy!  We used to do all sorts of
stuff that was fun.  For real, Mommy?  Mr.  Peckham really is gonna take
care of me until you and Daddy get back?"

"My, my!  I had no idea you still remembered you had such a crush on
him, Franky.  When you were three you practically wanted to marry the
guy and hung all over him like a little octopus.  I guess you still have
a big crush on him then, don't you?"

"Mohhh-ummm!  Come on!"

"OH!  Yeah, right.  I'm not supposed to know that you're still in love
with such a handsome and gentle man, am I?"

"Cut it out, Mommy.  You make it sound like I wanna be his girlfriend or
something."

"Well, Little Miss Heart Breaker, that poor man was a real mess for
quite a while after he started taking care of you when you came out of
your diapers.  You seemed to find him absolutely irresistible at two
years old and would put up a real show of tears and tantrums if he
couldn't play with you.  I'm half surprised you don't remember being
such a little terror like that."

"I didn't do that, Mommy."

"The heck you didn't, young lady!  I had to actually calm the poor guy's
nerves a couple of times because he was convinced someone might think he
was doing inappropriate things to lead you on or encouraging you into
situations that would get him into lots of trouble.  At the time it
didn't seem to make sense, but in retrospect I fully understand why he
was so concerned."

"What's rat-truss-spectle, Mommy?"

"Re-tro-spect, Honey.  It means to look back on something.  All I'm
trying to say is he's a much nicer man than any I could possibly
imagine.  So much so that I had no problem encouraging him to deal with
your bath one day after you slipped his grip and spent two minutes in a
huge mound of dirt and mud in his back yard.  The poor man was a bundle
of frazzled nerves when he called me at work, because he was horrified
at the prospect of stripping you down and tossing you into the bath.
Good thing he did, too, because from then on all I had to do was hint
that he was going to give you a bath and you'd be the most obedient
little thing this side of Heaven."

"I remember that now, Mommy!  He used to let me play in the tub for like
forever, and he even got me all sorts of neat toys so we could play
games like submarine, and duckies, and even that one time when he let me
use a big squirt gun.  He looked really silly all wet and didn't get
near as mad as Daddy might."

"Well, I don't think you'll want him playing anymore bathtub games with
you, Angel, but he's certainly qualified if it was necessary."

"Mommy?"

"Uh hum?"

"Did I really do all that stuff that you said before ...  you know, like
...  fall in love with him and stuff?"

"Good gosh, Franky.  I was convinced you'd remember how you acted when
he held you in his arms and looked you right in the eyes.  You were such
a puddle of love in his grasp and kept telling me after he brought you
home that you were going to be his mommy and be married forever and ever
until God took you both to Heaven.  You don't remember that?"

Franky remembered, but not clearly, because her mind had been so altered
by a sense of belonging that nothing of reality could have affected what
might have happened on a daily basis back then.  She also remembered a
few times when Mr.  Peckham would give her a nice long soapy bath and
play with her until she was squealing and wiggling around in his grasp,
his soft and gentle hands the perfect means to tickle and tease and
touch her for as long as she wanted.

A flutter washed through her panties for a second and her flat tummy
tightened as she began to recall snippets of her time with her former
best playmate in the whole world.  Could she really have been that much
in love with her parents' next door neighbor?  Was it true that she
needed to be with him day and night because he always made her feel good
and provided a kind of comfort that even her Mommy and Daddy couldn't?

"Franky?  Are you okay, Honey?"

"Wha ...  huh?"

"Good gosh, Angel.  If you were a book I could read you from cover to
cover right now.  You're still in love with Mr.  Peckham, aren't you?"

Franky blushed, smiled, and averted her mother's gaze, but she never
denied what had been presented as evidence in her conviction as a little
girl with a terrible crush on a thirty-something single man.

Her mother leaned forward, pressed her mouth tight to her little girl's
left ear, and then softly whispered words that seemed to amplify the new
tingles that Franky was experiencing at that moment.

"Don't worry about it, Angel.  Having an older boyfriend is really nice
'cause they know just what to do to make you feel good all the time.  I
promise I won't tell Daddy that you're still in love with Mr.  Peckham.
Let's keep that to ourselves, okay?  After all, we girls have to keep a
*few* secrets of our own now and again, don't we?"

Franky tightened her grip around her mother's body, pressed her right
cheek firmly into the spongy softness of her mothers ample breasts, felt
a long-remembered need to wrap her small lips around one of her Mommy's
firm nipples, and then suckle innocently like she did as an infant.
Instead of her mother's teat, Franky settled on her left thumb for a
moment but quickly drew her hand away from her face when she remembered
a spanking she got from her mean Daddy.  Franky needed to be a little
girl again, maybe even an infant, and the only person in the whole world
who would let her do just about anything she wanted was her first ever
crush and innocent lover, Mr.  Peckham.

For the next couple of minutes Carla gently rocked Franky back and forth
and hummed a lullaby, the child's elfin face held firmly to the woman's
body as the happy young mother felt a measure of pride and secret lust
for Franky.  Carla knew Franky was old enough to experience her first
real crush, unlike the innocent and naive affection she had as a
preschool infant for a man who gave her unconditional love and far more
freedom than he should have.

But there was never any concern for the safety or security of the ten
year old, primarily because Christopher had repeatedly kept Carla
informed of the most mundane and chaste of his deeds.  Sure, most
mothers might not be quite as willing to grant a single man lots of time
with a little girl in the privacy of his home, especially when baths or
potty visits were a daily requirement, but Christopher had long since
proved his worth by sharing things of his daily adventures with his
young and curious charge that another less decent man would attempt to
hide.

"Franky?  Franky?  Wake up, Honey.  I've got to go get ready now."

The preteen didn't want to let go or shift her face away from the warm
comfort of her Mommy's big boobs, but she knew better than to incur the
wrath of her Daddy if the little girl was the cause of her mother's
tardiness.  Of all the people in the world who Franky needed to be with
at that moment, it was Mr.  Peckham, and Franky knew it.  In what seemed
like a flash she was standing next to the very man of her dreams and
quivering with excitement.

" ...  so, you really don't mind if I order a big ol' greasy pizza and
half gallon jug of soft drink for Franky's and my dinner, Yves?"

F. Yves Huget was an impressive man and someone not to be trifled with.
Standing tall enough to look down into Christopher's eyes about three
inches lower was ample incentive not to upset the guy, and his larger
size and obvious strength guaranteed nobody would push him around.

"Of course not, Chris.  Franky normally doesn't get to do that, but
under the circumstances ...  I think it'll be okay."

Franky was having a hard time restraining herself as she stood close to
but not against her older caregiver, both of her hands clasped together
behind her slender body and her little up and down hops sure to get her
Daddy's attention.  She knew to keep her excitement confined to a small
measure of absolute rapture because her father was prone to lash out in
a fraction of a second if he perceived something that offended him.

"Wonderful!  Then I guess it's gonna be tomato sauce and highly
carbonated and caramel colored goodies for us, Kitten."

Franky briefly looked up into Mr.  Peckham's eyes and immediately after
cast her gaze to the floor with a huge blush all over her face.  If her
father noticed what was rumbling around in her tummy like her Mommy did,
then the whole deal might be called off and another less pleasant sitter
located and pressed into service.

"Chris ...  just remember, we have strict rules about lots of things in
this house, so don't get carried away, alright?"

"Not a problem, Yves.  I promise we'll keep it down to a dull roar."

"Good enough."

Yves turned to Franky and in a very stern voice commanded her like a dog
or robot.

"Franky!  You listen to me, young lady.  I better not find out you did
something you're not supposed to, got it?"

"Yes, Daddy."

The disparity of emotions was so obvious even Christopher could feel it.
The best thing he could do was bide his time and wait for the imposing
disciplinarian to make his exit so the fun could begin.

"Alright, then.  Carla ...  let's go.  I don't want us to be late."

"Yes, Mas ...  F.Y."

It might have seemed to take a lot longer than it really did, but
Franky's folks were eventually through the front door.  As soon as the
door was closed and locked, Christopher gently urged Franky toward the
window in the dining room so they could watch and wave as her folks
climbed into Yves' car and took off.

Rather than assume some dominant position over the child like her father
might, Christopher positioned Franky close to the curtained window, took
up a spot directly behind her, knelt down, pushed his arms all the way
around her tummy and hips, and then gave her a slow building squeeze.
Franky immediately felt that strange but welcome tingle in her panties
again, her tummy fluttering for reasons other than a need to munch on
some pizza and sip on cola, and eagerly wrapped her small limbs over
Christopher's so she could hug his arms just as snugly.

They both watched her father place a large dark bag into the trunk of
his car and then climb into the driver's seat, the vehicle started and
then out of the driveway as Franky lifted one hand and waved to her
parents.  They both remained in that one spot for about ten seconds
after her Daddy's car was out of sight, her grip around his arms an
obvious clue that she had no desire to set him free.

Christopher reveled in the warmth and tender softness of his former and
long absent little girlfriend, his grasp of her slender frame akin to
the one that Franky had of her mother an hour or two before.  He didn't
want to relinquish control or his snug grip of the preteen, but
Christopher knew he had a responsibility to protect rather than molest
his young charge.

"I hope I'm not scaring you, Kitten."

"Scaring me?  I don't understand, Mr.  Peckham."

"By holding you for so long.  I know it's been a long time since we had
a chance to share a nice hug, and I'll have to admit I've been looking
forward to holding you like this for quite a while.  I guess that might
sound kinda scary or weird, huh?"

"NUH UH!  I'm not scared, Mr.  Peckham."

"Kitten ...  now that you're a big girl and when we're all by ourselves,
you can call me Chris, okay?"

"For real ...  Chris?"

"For real, Kitten.  Just don't tell your folks or call me by my first
name in front of anybody else, okay?"

"I won't, Chris."

She hesitated for a moment and then began speaking again.

"Chris?"

"Mmm hmmm?"

"Did you really hold me a lot when I was a little girl?"

"I sure did, Kitten, but to tell the truth, it wasn't me holding you,
but you holding me most of the time.  You were such a little love magnet
that I felt a little uncomfortable until your Mommy told me not to worry
about it so much.  Ever since then I've always looked forward to being
close to you so you could jump up into my arms and give me a big ol'
squeeze that would make my whole body tingle."

"Really?  Wow!"

"Franky?"

"NO!  Call me Kitten!"

"Oops!  Sorry ...  Kitten?"

The sound of her giggle filled Christopher's body with the same fire
that he'd felt many years before.

"Yes, Chris?"

"If I don't let you go, I'm gonna try to eat a little girl instead of
some tasty pizza."

Before she could process what he'd said, Christopher's face dove down to
her right side and he began to nibble wildly on the unprotected area of
her tender ribs, stealing lots of little bites of her t-shirt covered
side until her right arm did its best to pry his face away.

"STOP!  NO!  TICKLES!  STOP!  HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!"

Franky couldn't have felt better at that moment, her long suppressed and
pleasant memories of the best boyfriend in the whole world playing with
her as if she was the happiest little girl in the world.  Her giggles
and laughter poured out of her small body like an uncorked and oversize
water vessel.  She delighted in the loving abuse, his lips and teeth
taking bites of her tender flesh without coming away with anything other
than squeals and shrieks.

"Hee-hee-hee-ha-ha-ha!  STOHHH-UP!  I gotta PEE!"

Christopher immediately ceased his attack and let the girl go, both of
her hands thrust between her coltish thighs moments before she turned
and took off at full speed toward the hall bathroom.  What had been
joyous laughter and unbound revelry immediately turned into a near
vacuum of silence.  It was as if his months and years of loneliness had
returned.

Poor Franky was in such distress that she didn't even bother closing the
bathroom door before she wrangled her shorts and panties down her legs
and positioned herself onto the plastic ring.  Christopher could
actually hear her urine against the water in the commode, the impressive
force of a small bladder full of pee filling the house with the sound of
relief.  Had he not released his preteen playmate, her emissions might
have landed all over the neatly vacuumed carpet of her parents' dining
room.  He actually felt a little guilty for having hurt his little
girlfriend and knew what to do when she returned.

With a sense of relief that was far more satisfying than imaginable once
the deed was done, Franky collected a few squares of tissue, dabbed
between her thighs, and then under her body, the plump slit of her
privates returned to a state of proper dryness in a moment.  But as she
was pulling the tissue up she felt a twinge of electricity burst from
within her body, the unexpected sensation centered on a spot that she'd
never spent any time exploring nor understood.

It frightened her for a moment, but not enough to prevent her from
trying it a second time.  The instant she pushed against a small
collection of nerves that had remained hidden and untouched by her small
digits all her life, Franky yelped and sat straighter on the potty.

Her mind was awash with millions of questions in a second, something
coursing through her lithe frame that was a mixture of fear and joy.
How could something like that happen after all that time?  Why hadn't
she ever felt like that before?  What was happening to her?  Could she
do it again and possibly anytime she wanted to?

"Kitten?  Are you okay?"

Franky immediately blushed a brilliant vermilion, fearful that her big
boyfriend might be able to see what she was doing on the potty.

"Yuh - yuh - yeah!  I'm okay, Mr.  Peh ...  Chris!"

"Okay.  I was just getting worried 'cause it sounded like you hurt
yourself."

He knew!

Her voice had carried through the house and landed quite unceremoniously
onto his ears.  Franky was feeling horribly embarrassed for what she'd
done, but that was silly, because the door was ...

...  that's when she saw the two inch wide gap between the edge of the
door and the frame, the potential for 'someone' to see her with her
panties down filling her with a strange feeling of excitement.  In spite
of her genuine fear that Christopher might be able to see her on the
potty if he grew brave enough to peek, she nervously smiled and reveled
in the tingles washing through her slender form.  She might not have
complained too much, but her older friend never approached her temporary
domain or privacy.  That didn't help her blush go away, though.

A minute later Franky emerged from the bathroom with a lovely crimson
glow all over her face and her eyes directed toward the floor in front
of her feet.  She had a look of guilt on her so prominent that even
Christopher could see it.  He knew what to do so his young girlfriend
would feel comfort rather than humiliation at some unseen deed and took
action immediately.  It was only when Franky was brave enough to look up
as she approached him that she realized how incredibly lucky she was.

Christopher was still kneeling but was turned to face her arrival, his
arms outstretched and a welcome grin all over his face.  Franky
immediately lunged forward and closed the distance between them in a
flash, her arms also held wide as she dove into the comforting embrace
of the only man who could be so generous.

The instant their bodies came together they felt a bond that was hard to
explain and even more difficult to reveal to her folks.  He held her
snugly to his chest and tried not to notice at least one little soft
bump pressing against his cheek as he held her chest to his face.  It
was obvious Franky wasn't an infant or preschooler any longer, the early
ripening of her small breasts clear indication that she was going to be
thinking about boys and exploring her world without leaving her bedroom.

But Franky was more concerned about something in Christopher's shirt
pocket rather than anything inside her top that he might have wanted to
see or fondle.  She shifted around a couple of times trying to find a
way to hug her former tickle partner and playmate without pressing
against a rather obnoxious hard object that was impossible to ignore.
It was finally too much for her curiosity to bear.

"Chris?"

"Yes, Kitten?"

"What's that thing in your pocket?"

He grinned at her naiveté, the sexual innuendo unknown to the preteen
unless he was rubbing his crotch against her body somewhere.

"Oh, that's just a toy I got a while back."

"A toy?  What kind of toy?"

"One that lets me take pictures and movies of any pretty girls I might
want to remember for a long time."

"A camera!?!  You got a camera?"

"I sure did."

"But ...  your camera is really big, isn't it?"

"My old one was, yes.  But I got a new one that's a lot smaller now."

Christopher instantly remembered the videos he'd taken of Franky when
she was nothing more than a frisky two year old showing off her recently
acquired big-girl panties.  He laughed when she said her silly diapers
made her look just like a baby, but her new underpants were pretty, and
stretchy, and could be taken off and put back on without all those silly
sticky tapes.  Franky grew very accustomed to Christopher taking videos
of her going potty, taking an infrequent bath in his house, playing a
nap game that always stirred lots of nice naked hugs, and then hours of
her doing her best to practice dancing like those pretty girls in sexy
costumes did on TV.

It was only after digital storage and editing technology was affordable
that Christopher converted all those VHS tapes into the new Mpeg format
so he could watch them at leisure on his fast laptop computer without
having to load and unload so many bulky plastic boxes.  He might have
wanted to keep a dozen or so of his favorite tapes close to the video
player back then, but knew his chances of getting caught would be
multiplied in the thousands, so he always kept them locked up in a
secret area behind a false panel in his bedroom closet.

He'd no longer have to refrain from stealing lots of wicked views of a
growing little girl doing all sorts of really cute stuff, including
dancing in the nude, showing off her recently learned gymnastics and
exercise moves in the nude, sleeping in the nude, being tickled in the
nude, and just being nude.

Franky pulled back, clapped her hands a few times, jumped up and down,
and seemed to act like a little girl on Christmas morning.

"Can I see?  Can I see?"

With a wide grin on his face Christopher reached into his shirt pocket
and withdrew a shiny silver box that couldn't have been a camera,
because it was so impossibly small and appeared no bigger than a large
package of chocolate or breath mints.  Looking at his playmate with
tremendous pride he delicately handed the small and innocuous metal and
plastic box to his playmate and waited for her to carefully examine it.

For the next minute Franky turned it around, flipped it over, looked
carefully at every crease and slit, all around the bland shiny covers,
and wasn't able to see how something so small and plain could be used as
a camera.  Once she'd made her thorough examination she was no longer
amused, frowned, handed the object back to Christopher, put her small
hands on her hips in disgust, and then huffed at him.

"That's not a camera!  There's no place for me to see through or a big
picture thing or nothing."

As she ended her rather curt observation of the benign oblong piece of
shiny junk she crossed her arms and thought her older friend was just
trying to make fun of her, a pout forming on her lips because of her
chagrin.

Christopher knew exactly how she was going to react and had practiced
his next move carefully, his hands acting without any assistance from
his eyes and the small box flipped open after a small catch had been
undone.  Moments after she'd returned his new toy Christopher was
holding a thin, unfolded, and very techy looking device that did indeed
have a lens, an LCD display, a series of buttons with lots of iconic
symbols around them, and one that had a circle with a line halfway
through it.

What had been disguised as a simple silver box was completely revealed,
everything hidden inside the formerly featureless item open for display
and potential use.  Moments after he pressed the only button that had a
single red graphic on it the lens zoomed out and the display came alive
with her own face.

What she didn't recognize was the small blinking emblem that denoted her
face, movements, and voice being recorded.

"WOW!  That looks kew-wull!"

Christopher looked down slightly, hit the 'stop' button, turned it
around so he could see the screen, selected the last movie that he'd
recorded, and then hit 'play'.  Fractions of a second later the tiny but
bright screen was filled almost corner to corner with her face from
moments before.  The little girl was absolutely amazed and stared at
Christopher's toy with a slow growing smile that was about to get a lot
bigger.

From the small piezo speaker inside the miniature device Franky heard a
very familiar voice that had been captured and was playing back in
almost unbelievable clarity and strength.

"WOW!  That looks kew-wull!"

She grinned from ear to ear and couldn't resist reaching forward and
claiming what he'd handed her before.

"Can I touch it, Chris?  For real?"

Christopher could see the fascination on her face and knew she wanted to
touch it again, so he gingerly held his hand out and let Franky claim
his toy.

"Yes you can, Kitten.  Just be careful please, and don't drop it."

Her fingers shook as they approached the technological marvel and
fractions of an inch before she could lift it from his grasp she pulled
her hands back and clutched them against her chest as if she might have
gotten burned.

"I'm scared, Chris!  I don't wanna break it or nothing."

"Well then ...  how about if I take some movies of my favorite model for
a little while, and when you have a chance to see how it works, then you
can try to use it after a bit?"

Her face exhibited the same cheery glow he'd seen from just over six
years before, his favorite preschool model so anxious to be a movie star
that she was easily talked into doing just about anything.

"You wanna take movies of me again, Chris?"

"Uh huh!  Wanna play?"

"YEAH!"

"Dance for me, Kitten."

"Can I play some of my favorite music like when I was a little girl?"

"I'd love that, Baby."

"COME ON!"

Franky practically wrenched his left arm out of its socket when she
grabbed his hand and tried to take off.

"HEY!  HEY!  HEY!  You're gonna need the rest of me, too!"

Once he was able to get to his feet Franky did her best to drag him
toward her room so she could use her MP3 player and small music
amplifier.  The first selection must have been a favorite, because she
immediately closed her eyes and began to shift her body around like one
of those nasty looking and scantily dressed girls on one of her favorite
cable TV music shows.

" ...  I, will never be, that pretty little girl that always gets a
round of applause and public approval."

To see a ten year old moving so sexily to the heavily Latin influenced
beat of a teen dance classic looked more than erotic; it made
Christopher's mouth water.  For the next three and a half minutes Franky
did her best to clearly illustrate that it was indeed all about her.

To bring back fond memories of having her own private fan club and
paparazzo, Christopher shifted his camera around with Franky as the
central feature, her face never taking on the expression of being
embarrassed or even mildly amused at his presence.  She was a little
Hollywood angel in her own right, seemed to feed off the attention he
was giving her, and had a gleam in her eye and incredibly wicked natural
grace at being the center of attention.

To see how much she might remember from her last 'photo shoot',
Christopher lowered the camera toward the carpet and hinted that she
needed to do some 'floor work' so he could capture her movements in a
more sexy manner.  She didn't even acknowledge his request and melted
her way to the recently vacuumed and very comfortable material, her eyes
often times seen, but never displaying any real consciousness of any
other person watching her.

In little more than ten seconds and with her butt pressed to the floor
she did her best gymnastics movements and kicked her left leg into the
air with her right foot pointed toward her fan club.  With absolutely no
concern for what she was showing off, Christopher got his first quick
view of her panties from beyond the wide gap along the central seam of
her somewhat brief shorts.  The bright white material was easily seen
and captured onto digital media as Franky did her best overhead kick,
swung her left leg back, and then all the way forward.  Her foot whizzed
by the camera but never got too close, her next move even more
provocative than the last.

Holding the camera close but not too close Christopher watched as Franky
rolled her body over onto her tummy and did the splits, pointing her
sexy little ass right at him.  Again her panties were clearly seen
through the generous opening along her slender legs, his crude inward
shift noticed by his model.  But instead of getting angry Franky loved
the idea that she was one of those hot sexy girls on a cable TV music
video and arched her back and lifted her crotch away from the floor.
She then did something that blew his mind.

Using the deft skill of a very talented and flexible preteen dance
student Franky began to roll her hips up and down imitating a move that
had little to do with ballet and more to do with sex.  Her wicked and
lewd undulations mimicked a young woman who was fucking her lover, the
little girl's pantied pussy captured over and over again as she kept
practicing a move that was sure to make Christopher pop when he got a
chance to watch what he'd captured by himself.

She then flipped over onto her round ass, lifted her knees toward her
chin blocking his view, and then did the splits again looking right at
the shiny lens.  She must not have had a clue about what her talented
photographer was able to see, because she kept her slender and muscular
legs as far apart as she could and went through a series of slow leg
movements until she was again pointing her toes as far out as she could.

In a move that almost made Christopher stop breathing, Franky pushed
down onto her heels and hands, lifted her ass from the floor, and began
to undulate into the air as if she were auditioning for a job at the
local strip club.  Her little pud was repeatedly thrust into the air and
then held there so her audience could hold their breath in anticipation
of her next move -- which was to roll her hips again as if she was
trying to fuck a man while keeping most of her body still.

Christopher was glad the song was finally coming to a close because if
he didn't stop *he* could cum too close.

"WOW!  You're *good*, Kitten!"

She stopped the music player and then pounced on Christopher so she
could see her first big girl video.  He reset the camera to replay the
last movie captured and she practically lay across his body sideways
while watching the small screen.  While watching herself on the LCD
display she began to mouth the lyrics and shift her body slightly in
time with the sexy angel on the video.  By the end of the short movie
she was beaming with pride and threw herself at Christopher again,
hugging him much more ardently than at any time since she was three.

"Oh, Chris!  That's so kew-wull!  Can we do that again?"

"How about if we got something to eat first?  You've worn me out so much
I think I might faint."

"Awwww, come on, Chris!  Let's do one more!"

Feigning weakness Christopher threw the back of his wrist to his
forehead and slowly melted onto the floor on his back.

"Ohhhh ...  I don't think I can go on!!!  I'm going to die from hunger
if I don't eat soon!"

Franky was again a little girl at heart and immediately saw a chance to
get back at her playmate, jumped onto his hips right over his throbbing
cock, and wiggled her fingers into his ribs and tummy.  Her weight was
so comforting that Christopher never had any desire to shift her off his
body, but especially his hips.  Her soft little girl ass fit perfectly
onto his lap and the downward thrusts over his aching cock felt as if he
was about to have something that he'd fantasized about for years.

"Roarrrrr!"

Doing her best to imitate a baby tiger Franky tickled and wiggled and
squirmed, all of her movements eliciting the kind of reaction she wanted
until Christopher couldn't stand it anymore and lunged forward to
retaliate.

"I'm gonna get you!"

"Eeeeeek!"

She jumped off his thighs and took off out of her bedroom with
Christopher unable to do anything more than take a quick swipe at her.
The only thing he was able to grab was a foot, but it was enough to stop
her progress because she let out a terrified shriek and did her best to
kick her way free.  Christopher could have let her go but he wanted to
play with her for just a moment longer, certain that he could convince
her to make her way back to the kitchen or living room so he could call
the pizza place and order dinner.

Franky was far stronger than she was at three and flailed her free leg
wildly, hitting Christopher's hand just hard enough to break his hold.
Moments later she was squealing and running, her bright laughter the
perfect evidence she was never in any danger.

After he dusted himself off, straightened his clothes, tucked his cock
further between his thighs, collected his small camera, and made his way
to his feet, he followed the sound of a little girl's giggle and heavy
breathing.  Franky knew there was going to be another attack coming soon
and hid behind the couch.  What she didn't realize was the wall-length
mirror behind her giving away her position.

In a sing-song voice Christopher called out as he approached Franky.

"Where ARE you?  I'm gonna FIND you!"

Christopher made yet another game of trying to approach close enough to
try another round of tickles, his voice much louder than necessary in
order to find someone who didn't want to be found.

"GOTCHA!"

"EEEEEEEK!"

Lunging over the back of the couch at the last second Christopher was
able to capture his prize and lift her over onto the cushions, nibbling
on her tummy and tickling her underarms while she emitted a series of
glass-shattering squeals.  She was so thoroughly happy she couldn't
imagine life getting any better at all.

"TICKLES!  HEE-HE-HE-HE!  TOO MUCH, TICKLES!!!"

Christopher was doing his best to return her to that wonderful time when
they were two of the happiest people in the world and Franky would do
anything she could to make her big boyfriend smile.  As the tone of her
voice changed and illustrated a minor degree of distress, Christopher
ceased his attack, lifted her onto her knees over his thighs, wrapped
his arms around her body, and just hugged her.  Still trying hard to
gather her strength she hugged Christopher as well, her arms as far
around his head as she could reach and the feel of his face along her
chest so welcome, even if he could launch into yet another attack.

Christopher could have kept possession of his developing playmate for
much longer, but he again tried to influence Franky toward edible
pursuits.

"Kitten?"

Rather than speak, Franky nodded against the top of his head, her grip
around his neck firm enough that he wasn't able to lean back to see it,
but her movements enough to reassure him that she acknowledged him
correctly.

"May I order us our dinner, please?"

"Nuh uhhh!"

The moment she gripped his neck harder and whimpered, Christopher felt a
wave of lust pour through his body that was far from propriety.  How
could he feel that kind of sensation for a little girl who just wanted
to share something innocent and special and belong to someone?

"I promise I'll hold you some more after I call the pizza place, Kitten,
but I think we need to eat soon so we'll have time to watch a movie
before you have to go to bed."

"Noooooo ...  "

Her pitiful voice echoed through his head like a jet plane at ten feet,
but he didn't know whether she didn't want to let go so soon, or liked
the idea of going to bed so early on a weekend night.

"Okay ...  I tell you what.  If you'll promise to get all your stuff
done in time, then we can watch a second movie too.  But you have to
promise me that you won't put up a fuss when it's really time to go to
bed, okay Kitten?"

"Kay!"

"That's my girl!  Now ...  unless you want me to take a big bite out of
your tummy, you better let go of me."

<Tee-hee>

But Franky didn't let go, a grin on her face so wide even Christopher
could feel it.  Oh, how she hungered to be treated like a happy child by
the only boy who wasn't afraid to let her be a happy-go-lucky little
girl.  In a sing-song voice Christopher spoke almost directly into her
small left breast and hungered to shift his lips closer.

"You better be caaaare-ful, Kitten.  Now that you don't have to go
potty, I might tickle you for a lot lonnn-ger."

<Tee-hee-hee-hee>

Her firm grip around his neck was all the confirmation Christopher
needed to launch another attack, his face turned to his left and mouth
dropped slightly so he could place his bites along the smooth softness
of her quivering t-shirt covered belly rather than her developing
breast.  Little more than half a second after his movements started
Franky was squealing louder than before and dancing up and down in a
pitiful attempt to get away from the best tickle monster in her whole
life.  Nobody could tickle better than Mr.  Peckham, and the fond
memories of her past pleasures quickly spilled out of her brain and
suffused her with the warmth of a thick blanket.

"He-he-he-ha-ha-ha, too much!  TICKLES, he-he-he-he!  STOHHHH-UP!
Tickles, ha-ha-ha-ha!"

Christopher was relentless in his pursuit of Franky's pleasure, his
munches taking on more animated proportions with each laugh and squeal.

"Nom, nom, nom, nom.  Gonna eat you up, Kitten!  Nom, nom, nom!"

"He-he-he-ha-ha-ha!  TICKLES, he-he-he-he!  Tickles, ha-ha-ha-ha!"

One of the things that Christopher did after Franky was literally
shrieking in exquisite agony was shift where his hands were, his right
one square on her plump little girl ass to keep her from backing away,
and the other one working the bottom hem of her t-shirt up so he could
take a few nibbles from the source of her pleasure.  Her bare tummy was
much more sensitive than before, the pressure of his lips, teeth, and
even his tongue going into her belly button stirring his tender preteen
playmate to erupt in an ear-piercing squeal that went straight through
his brain.

"Aaaaaahhhhh!!!  He-he-he-ha-ha-ha!  TICKLES, he-he-he-he!"

She was so distracted that she didn't notice the tips of his right
fingers tucked between her cheeks where her shorts ended and a little
way between her smooth thighs.  It was the first time that Christopher
had been brave enough to touch an older preteen like that, but it didn't
last long enough to enjoy because Franky was moving and squirming far
too much.

"STOHHHH-UP!!!"

The change in her tone and the more desperate plea forced Christopher to
reconsider what she might be feeling, so he stopped munching, but didn't
remove his face from the silken warmth of her slightly bared belly.

Franky's tummy heaved from each deep breath and quivered from excessive
stimulation after her playmate stopped, the feel of his face against her
body stirring that flutter inside her panties to take on a whole new
dimension.  She actually felt herself get a little wet and was afraid
she was about to pee her panties, so she pushed against Christopher's
body and took off toward the bathroom.

Christopher might have been single, but he wasn't clueless.  The
slightly musky aroma that wafted into his nose was adequate confirmation
that his exploits had taken on a whole new dimension for his previously
naive and very inexperienced playmate.  He wouldn't push her, but if he
was asked he'd be sure to guide her into a whole new world of wisdom.  A
dark fantasy peeked through his normally conservative exterior and his
mind conceived of her knowledge taking on carnal proportions.

He had to adjust something in his jeans for a moment and realized that
anything he tried would be met with jail time, so he quickly passed on
any notions of training his playmate for more intimate pleasures unless
she was the aggressor and then rose to his feet.  Moments later he was
in the kitchen area looking for their phone book, the pizza place
offering coupons at the back of the book that made his job of
babysitting a little less expensive.

Franky was shocked when she sat down on the potty because she really
didn't need to go pee after all.  In fact, when she wiped her tender
charms again she became aware of the heady aroma that she'd never known
before, and then realized that the wetness on the tissues was clear
rather than yellow.

What could it mean?  Was she sick?  Could her body be having some kind
of bad reaction to all the tickling?  And why was that flutter she'd
experience before in her panties a buzzing tingle that felt like she was
sitting on the corner of her Mommy's washing machine?

"What kind of pizza do you want, Kitten?"

Once again her thoughts were stolen by the harsh reality of her older
and very welcome guest's presence.

"Uh-uh-uh-uh ...  "

The tremble in her voice was so prominent that she couldn't mask it even
if she tried.  Even clamping her free hand over her mouth didn't help
allay her fears, her older boyfriend certainly able to discern what
might be going on behind the closed bathroom door.  After all, since her
Daddy was so smart about so many things, maybe Mr.  Peckham was too.

"What's that, Kitten?"

She hesitated for a few seconds, regained her strength, and then
answered as best she could.

"Yuh-you can pick it, Mr.  Peckham!"

"Whooo???"

Instead of feeling fear or trepidation, Franky immediately grinned,
again cupped her mouth with her free hand, and giggled.

<Tee-hee-hee> "Whatever you want ...  Chris!"

"That's better!  How about one of their ultimate supremes with all the
veggies and meats?"

"Mmmmmm!  That sounds good!"

"Well ...  don't take too long in there or I'll eat it all before you
have a chance to ...  "

The sound of the bathroom door opening with a lurch and two bare feet
approaching at high speed was all that Christopher needed to stop
talking and wait by the phone book with a broad grin on his face.  As
soon as she was close enough Franky wrapped her arms around his body and
pressed her face into his tummy sideways.

" ...  eat any."

"Mmmmm!  I like it when you come over, Chris.  I get to hug you lots!"

Christopher wrapped his arms around her body and almost pulled her right
off the floor, his young playmate whimpering at him for the loving
embrace.

"Mmmmmm!"

"You can hug me as much as you want to, Kitten.  Hold onto me while I
order our dinner."

"Kay."

Her feet were allowed to return to the floor, Christopher retrieved his
cell phone, and he then dialed a number that could have been programmed
into his phone long ago.

While Christopher was talking to some person at a central order taking
facility, his free hand was gently caressing Franky's soft brown hair,
the feel of her locks sending an intense desire for the man to touch
much more.  It wasn't wrong or illegal for him to touch her like that,
but anything else that his digits and palm might come into contact with
could get him arrested, so he satisfied himself and only played with her
lovely hair.

Franky couldn't believe how wonderful it felt for her big boyfriend to
run his fingers through her hair or bunch it up and gently twist it
around as if he was trying to make a ponytail.  Rather than making her
feel excited, it relaxed her far more than she could imagine.  Any sense
of nervousness or trepidation was washed to oblivion, nothing but calm,
contentment, trust, and intense affection spilling out of her heart.
Her arms and hands were the only tools she had to express her level of
appreciation at that moment, her grip tightening, then one hand sweeping
wide arcs over his back, and then squeezing him so she could do it all
over again.

" ...  how long?  ...  Fine!  ...  That's right, 2134 Fairchild Lane, in
the Weston subdivision ...  Excellent!  Bye."

"Will they be here soon, Chris?"

"They promise to deliver it in less than thirty minutes."

"Can we ...  "

"What, Kitten?  Tell me."

She felt a wave of intense excitement wash through her like the ones she
felt at that water park she'd visited the summer before.

" ...  can we go sit on the couch until they come?"

"I think I'd like that, Kitten.  It would give me a chance to remember
when I held you in my arms and helped you go to sleep when you were a
tiny little girl."

Franky immediately looked up into Christopher's eyes with an expression
of amazement, as if her mother might have been telling the truth about
how much Franky used to crave her older boyfriend's touch and company.

Her arms went slack and she moved backward slightly, but she stopped
moving and then did something that Christopher remembered from a very
long time ago.  Franky looked up into his gaze with a soul-piercing
stare and thrust her arms toward his face as if she were a helpless
infant.

Nothing could have made him happier and he acted on her wordless request
by reaching down to the back of her knees with his right hand and
wrapped his left around her body.  As soon as her arms were tightly
around his neck and she was lifted into his grasp, she acted as if she
was three years old all over again.  Her face was tucked snugly against
his neck, her grasp of his noggin incredibly impressive, her right foot
kicked out like in romance movies, and her heart hammering in her chest
even more excitedly than when she was venturing into unwelcome territory
in her parents' basement earlier that day.

Franky felt so warm and soft in his grasp, the preteen almost twice as
big as she was at three, her weight enough of a clue that she was more a
woman than an infant, and her intense hug indicative of a more mature
awareness of why she liked to be held.  In little more than fifteen feet
Christopher shifted over the cushions of the couch and sat down with
Franky nestled deep onto his lap as if their last visit to his couch was
no more than an hour before.

Christopher took slight advantage of her willingness to hug him so
quickly and earnestly, his right hand shifted from under her knees to
the outside of her lithe left thigh, the silky smooth softness stirring
a need within him that had gone unsatisfied for years.  But Franky did
nothing to resist the comforting feel of his digits and palm as he
shifted his appendage back and forth over her leg.  It was almost as if
he was teasing away every ounce of trepidation and fear she hid within
her small body.

The top of her head was nuzzled repeatedly as he took in the fragrance
of her floral scented dark hair, the bond that he'd once had with the
precious life in his grasp building into something more than a baby in
need of comfort or a child desirous of play.  He even kissed her head
and pulled her more intensely into his body and face, as if he needed
her to know that Christopher had a hunger beyond anything she might
understand.  But Franky stayed in that one position and held on, nothing
in her head hinting that she could love any other man more than she did
her tickle monster and best playmate in the world.

It was while Christopher was lauding the top of her head with boundless
kisses that Franky felt the need to tilt her head back for some strange
reason, his next series of kisses landing on her forehead, and then a
few more on the end of her nose.

<Tee-hee-hee>

She giggled at the sensation of his puckered lips over the end of her
button nose, and even squirmed in embarrassment when he took a tiny
nibble as well.  Pushing her face hard into his chest and rubbing back
and forth seemed to diffuse the tickle sensation on her face, but it did
nothing for the growing tingle between her legs.  What had been a slight
buzz before was getting harder to ignore, the wet sensation back again
but with a warmth that belied any need to run to the potty.

When she grew brave enough to pull her face away from his chest and tilt
her head back once more, their eyes were locked together in a kind of
unspoken conversation that hinted at her burgeoning womanhood.  Franky
felt a cold chill run up and down her back and a series of electric
fingers travel from her toes, up her slender legs, rumble around for a
few seconds between her thighs, make her tummy feel like she was falling
off the roof, send a new feeling of shock through her newly developing
nipples and tender breasts, and stick in her throat as if she hadn't
chewed her food enough before swallowing.  They stared at each other for
almost half a minute, neither of them blinking and both of them locked
in a moment of passion that nobody would understand nor appreciate.

<DING>-<DONG>

The doorbell actually caused Franky to jump in fright.  She was so
absorbed in her silent plea for her new boyfriend to kiss her for the
first time in true loving passion that the rest of the world was
unimportant.  Before she knew what had happened, Christopher leaned
forward, planted a chaste kiss on her bee-stung lips, lifted her off his
lap, and then set her feet down.  Rather than leave her standing in
shock he pulled her tight to his left side and practically carried her
toward the front door, her feet unable to move on their own because her
brain was apparently malfunctioning.

The moment the front door was opened Christopher had a two-legged
octopus snugly attached to his left side, Franky's arms thrust all the
way around his waist, her face pressed hard into his ribs just in front
of his left arm, and her height increased because of her tip-toe stance.

The guy with the pizza grinned but said nothing as he presented
Christopher with a payment voucher, accepted a couple of bills, and then
handed the lucky thirty something man with a living magnet on his side
the food and two liter bottle of soft drink.  None of them uttered a
single word as the doorway exchange took place, Franky content to remain
tightly along the side of her handsome and loving older boyfriend and
silent until they were alone once more, and Christopher perfectly aware
of his younger partner's mental state.  Moments after the pizza delivery
guy turned and left, the front door was closed and locked.

Franky's position against Christopher's body and desire to remain
attached until she was forced to relinquish her grasp made it difficult
for him to walk since his hands were full.  In spite of the additional
burden he didn't mind the challenge and shifted slowly toward the
kitchen so he could put the pizza in the oven, the soft drink on the
counter, and then pull his young playmate against his chest so he could
hug her properly.  She would have remained against the front of his body
for an hour if she could, but the food would have gotten cold and the
soda warm, so Christopher pressed his mouth snugly to Franky's left ear
and softly whispered.

"Would you like to sit on my lap like before so I can feed you, Kitten?"

Her single nod was all the confirmation he needed to press his lips to
the soft bare area below her ear and plant a very tender but lingering
kiss onto her neck.  Franky felt a wave of nuclear energy erupt from
that one point and radiate outward in all directions, ending up on her
nipples and on that newly discovered bundle of nerves between her legs.

She never realized they'd moved from the kitchen to the floor of the
living room, Franky on Christopher's lap, her body turned sideways, and
her mouth filled every minute or so with a small nibble of pizza.  All
she could do was look deeply into her big boyfriend's eyes and feel
things that she'd never felt before, her actions during the meal so
automatic that she was only conscious of having eaten after the task had
been completed.

<BURRRRP!>

When an impressive and only slightly offensive burp escaped her normally
cultured mouth she immediately clamped her left hand over her mouth and
blushed, a look of utter horror all over her bewildered face.

"I'm sorry, Mr.  Peckham!  I didn't mean to do that, honest!  You won't
tell my Daddy I did that, will you?"

Christopher's frown belied his confusion, something as mundane as a burp
apparently a highly restricted bodily function that Yves wouldn't
permit.  It filled Christopher with a kind of saddened hunger, as if he
knew that Franky was living a life of a prisoner in her own home.

"It's okay, Kitten.  You didn't mean for that to happen.  I won't say
anything to anyone, okay?"

Before she realized what Christopher said Franky was softly crying, her
left hand unable to stifle the sound of her pitiful sobs, and her eyes
unwilling to hold back tears that poured forth from some hidden fear.
Even with a little tomato sauce on her hand-covered lips Christopher had
no reluctance to pull her face into his chest and tug her into yet
another snug embrace.  Franky didn't cry for very long, but her tears
weren't of some Hollywood need or from an unrealistic and unseen terror.
She really felt as if she had to let out some of her emotions through
crying, and although hard to explain why, was the perfect means to do
so.  After most of her emotions poured out and she was sitting almost
painfully twisted on his lap, her big and handsome guest kissed the top
of her head again and then began to whisper.

"You never have to be scared of doing anything with me here, Kitten.
I'll never hold you to the same sort of silly rules and regulations that
your daddy obviously does.  Is that okay?"

Franky was immediately filled with a kind of warmth that made all her
silent demons vanish in an instant.  She loved the way her playmate
always used to make her fears and uneasiness disappear, many long
afternoons and even a number of happy nights in Christopher's arms when
her folks needed someone to look after their only child.  What had been
intense fear, shame, and self-loathing because of her accidental sound
became instant disbelief.  How could her once precious older boyfriend
be so kind and forgive her so easily?  Could the way her father treated
her be unusual, or could the manner in which Christopher helped restore
her to a more relaxed mental state be more the norm?  All the little
girl could do was try to comprehend the depth of her affection for the
man holding her snugly to his chest.  If only there was a way to show
him how much she appreciated his gentility and tenderness.

In a move that would have made a yoga instructor proud, Franky turned,
lifted her right leg, forced it between their bodies, and then wrapped
her calves and arms as far around her older lover as she could.
Christopher was speechless at her intense need to sit on his lap like
that and hug him so earnestly, their hips pressed into each other very
hard, but more importantly her soft round ass pushing down onto his
throbbing cock.  She may not have known what she was doing, but
Christopher reveled in the feel of a little girl who needed to leave the
man with a fantasy he wasn't soon to forget.

It took Franky a while to recover her senses and lean back slightly, her
fingers intertwined behind his neck, her palms pressed hard into his
skin below his ears, and a smile on her face so wide he could almost see
every one of her molars.

"Chris?"

"Yes, Angel?"

"Did I really tell you I wanted to be your wife when I was a little
girl?  My Mommy said I did, but I don't remember."

Christopher blushed and smiled almost as wide as Franky had, his one and
only real fantasy girl finally old enough to talk about things that were
once fairy tale dreams and silly baby girl talk.

"Yes you did, Angel.  You kept telling me that when you were old enough
to be a big girl we were going to get married and we would have lots of
babies together so we could play with them on the floor like I did with
you all the time."

"Really?"

"I know you don't remember that, Kitten, but I remember it like it was
just yesterday.  I also remember telling you that I would wait as long
as it took so I could hold you in my arms and tell you that I love you
when you were old enough to understand what that meant.  Maybe I should
refrain from sharing that with you, but ...  I felt you deserved to know
that I've always been willing to wait ...  if you really wanted me to."

Whatever feelings of love or affection Franky ever felt before were
nothing compared to how she felt at that moment, the love of her young
life looking right at her and telling her he'd wait until she was a big
girl and old enough.

Well ...  she was finally a big girl and old enough to understand a lot
more about herself and life in general than ever before.

It was while Christopher was using his right thumb and index finger to
wipe away some tomato sauce from the outside of her mouth that Franky
leaned forward and planted a delicate kiss on his lips.  It didn't last
long and wasn't terribly romantic, but it was a sweet kiss and it *did*
come from his little girlfriend.

After she pulled away, looked at Christopher, and blushed at her bold
move, she tried to look into his eyes but couldn't.  There was a kind of
new fire in his stare that made her whole body tingle and buzz, and it
felt as if she was going to burst into flames any second.  Christopher
finished wiping the small stain of sauce from her mouth and then softly
whispered in a more adult tone.

"Angel, you know I could get into lots of trouble if we kissed a lot,
right?"

All she did while staring at the few hairs peeking out from behind his
shirt along his collar was shrug her shoulders once and remain silent.

"Your daddy would be really angry if he ever found out you let me kiss
you, Franky.  It might be a good idea if I didn't do that anymore 'cause
he'd probably spank you and call the cops on me."

Franky immediately looked into his eyes with an expression of horror and
tried to imagine her life without the only guy who'd ever been so kind
and gentle with her.  They'd only been together for a few hours and she
was already tingling with anticipation of her future with her once loved
and very special older boyfriend.  She then whispered something that
must have come from deep within her soul, a timid query that illustrated
a kind of protective need that Christopher hadn't anticipated.

"But ...  you won't say anything, will you Mr.  Peckham?"

She'd immediately reverted back to a little girl, her fears of her own
father's retribution so strong it filled her with dread and made her
seem small and insignificant.

Christopher cupped her chin with his right hand, caressed the left side
of her jaw with his extended thumb, and then smiled as he spoke.

"No, Kitten.  I'll never say a word to your daddy at all.  I just wanted
you to know that maybe we need to be more careful now that you're a big
girl.  You're much more like a woman than ever before, and you need to
watch out for things guys like me would do when you're vulnerable like
you are right now."

"Vul-ner-uh ...  "

"When you're willing to let a guy like me kiss you and stuff.  It's when
you're really feeling happy and excited like you are right now that guys
will try to do things that maybe they shouldn't."

"But ...  you'd never hurt me ...  would you Mr.  Peckham?"

"No, Baby.  I'd never hurt you one little bit.  I love you too much and
know what would happen to you as a result of anything that I did.  I'm
not the kind of person who would force you to do anything that you don't
understand or wouldn't want to.  That just isn't right."

"Then ...  what if ...  "

She hesitated, looked down to her hands as they fumbled near her hips,
and remained quiet.  Christopher seemed to know what might be going
through her mind, so he teased at the carefully woven fabric of her
fears and curiosity with comforting words and supportive ideas.

"What, Kitten?  You know you can tell or ask me anything at all."

It took her a few moments to collect her courage, and when she thought
she was ready all she could do was blush and lean forward so she could
bury her face into his chest again.

Christopher again pressed his mouth to the top of her head and softly
whispered, the heat of his breath and the proximity of his lips along
her scalp sending chills up and down her body.

"Why don't you whisper into my ear what you need to ask me, Kitten?"

Franky tilted her head back, reached up slightly higher, and then did as
he suggested, breathing words right into his brain.

"What if I *wanted* you to kiss me again?"

Instead of answering, Christopher shifted her body slightly back and
without looking into her eyes lowered his lips to hers.  For the next
minute he tenderly caressed and lightly nibbled her soft lips with his,
his actions less of a kiss, but more than a touch.

Franky had never felt such depths of longing and need in her whole life,
her first ever real kiss as a young lady offered by the same guy who'd
made her laugh when she was a preschooler.  He'd taken away so many
demons when she was scared of her dreams, had given her a naive goal to
cling to when she was too innocent to know what she was promising, and
made her feel boundless and unpretentious joy when he'd play silly games
with her.

The tender kiss that Christopher started Franky quickly improved upon,
the pressure of her lips against his growing until he lightly tickled
her lips with the tip of his tongue.  She immediately squealed, pulled
back, smiled, and brushed her lips with her left hand to steal away the
buzzing sensation that he'd placed there.

"Tickles!"

"Sorry, Kitten.  I better not do that anymore."

"WHY-eeeeee?"

Her pitiful whine made it seem as if she'd just been just told Christmas
was going to be canceled that year.

Holding her lovely face in his hands and looking right into her eyes,
Christopher softly shared things that nobody might unless they cared for
her safety and well being.

"Because I might want to do more than just kissing, and you're not ready
for that just yet.  If you still like me enough in a little while, then
maybe we'll try that again.  But for right now, it would be a good idea
if I wasn't so quick to help you grow up, okay?"

"Come on, Mr.  Peckham!  We aren't doing anything, honest!"

"Yes we are, Kitten.  It's called kissing and it breaks down your will
to fight lots of wonderful temptations.  Now ...  why don't we finish
eating, clean this place up a little bit, and then we'll watch a movie
or something, okay?"

"Can I ...  "

It almost appeared that Franky was more intimidated to ask questions
than kiss an adult man.  Her hesitation wasn't allowed to build into
genuine reluctance, because Christopher confidently spoke into her face
as if he'd always taken care of his young playmate.

"Come on, Kitten.  You know you can ask me anything.  Come on!"

"Can I sit on your lap like I did when I was a baby girl?"

He pulled her into his body, wrapped his arms around her, and then gave
her a truly tight embrace.

"Of course you can sit on my lap, Kitten.  That's the only way I want
you to ever be with me when we're alone like this, 'cause I like how you
feel and I know you like to be hugged."

"Thanks, Mr.  Peckham."

"Who?"

<Tee-hee> " ...  Chris."

"That's better.  Now, come on!  We need to get going before it gets too
late.  I don't want to get into trouble with your daddy if you're not
ready for bed by the time they call."

"But!"

"Nuh uh!!!  No buts!  I'll let you stay up as late as you want to, but
you've got to get all your chores done before we'll watch any movies
past nine o'clock."

"You'll ...  you'll really let me stay up as late as I want to, for real
...  Chris?"

"Yes I will, Kitten.  All I'm gonna ask is that you do all your normal
stuff first and get your bed ready so I can carry you to your room if
you fall asleep.  Do we have a deal?"

"Kay!"

"Alright then!"

Fractions of a second later Franky was again squealing and writhing in
exquisite agony, his talented fingers finding every tickle spot on her
tummy and sides and even a few more that she'd never known about.  His
attack was so brutal and complete that he was able to lean her back
between the coffee table and the couch, tug her t-shirt up slightly, and
press his mouth to her tummy so he could blow tummy farts into her soft
belly.  Franky was in Heaven as he tortured her, the ten year old so
filled with happiness she didn't care how long he tickled her.

She even found herself pulling inward against the back of his head
rather than pushing his face away from her body.  All that did was
encourage him to find more spots on her soft body to nibble and munch
on, his lips, teeth, and tongue rambling wildly on her tender flesh in
places that even her Mommy or Daddy never kissed her.

"TICKLES, he-he-he-he!  Aaaaaahhhhh!!!  He-he-he-ha-ha-ha!"

"Rrrrrrrr!  Munch, munch, munch.  Rrrrrrrr!"

The sound of his animal grunting and growling were a sort of amplifier
for the young girl's enthusiasm, background noise a perfectly acceptable
mechanism to further the play and make the scene complete.

"Nom, nom, nom!  I'm eating up my little girl!  Nom, nom, nom, nom!"

"Hee-hee-hee-ha-ha!  Tihhhh-ckles!!!  Hee-hee-hee!"

It was while she was trying to decide which way to move his face next
when she attempted to pull him slightly higher to get him away from her
belly.  In the process of pulling against his much stronger inward
force, she was trying her hardest to tug his mouth toward her chin, not
for a kiss, but to get him to quit torturing her belly so much.  It was
the perfect move for Christopher, his passions alight but his reluctance
to push his playmate too hard forcing him to keep his hunger in check.

But her continued insistence that he shift his face higher worked in his
favor, and he knew if he waited long enough and timed it right, he could
take a munch of something that he'd been desirous of for a long time.
When he allowed her to shift his position up her body his mouth landed
unerringly on top of one small breast and gave her a new feeling of
pleasure that she'd never experienced before.  The tingle on her nipple
and the warmth all around her tiny growing boobie was far too pleasant
to stop, so rather than feel horrified, she just froze and held his
mouth onto her titty.

His lips hadn't claimed her erect point for more than two seconds before
Christopher realized that Franky was frozen in fear and that he might be
scaring his young playmate, his attempt at rearward movement obvious,
but her grip around his head strong enough to keep him in place.  Her
hands held him tightly enough, in fact, that when he pushed his hands
against the floor to her sides and pulled back he actually lifted Franky
off the floor with him a little bit.

He could have taken his chances and accepted what she wanted, but she
was far too young to understand what those feelings were encouraging, so
once he was more vertical he used one hand to push her away from his
face.  What surprised him more than Franky was the tender suction that
he'd unconsciously created, a lurid <smuck> spilling out when contact
was broken between his lips and her small and erect nipple.

Before she could think about what he'd done he used his right hand to
wipe away any of his saliva from her tiny breast, as if in doing so his
lurid and accidental deed would also be wiped from her memory.  But
Franky had nothing else on her mind for the next thirty seconds, her
eyes wide in excitement, her lips quivering, her tummy rumbling with a
new need that she didn't quite understand, and that tingle between her
legs encouraging her to want far more than she might be prepared for.

"I'm sorry, Franky.  I wasn't supposed to do that, Honey.  That's what I
was talking about when I said you'd be vulnerable.  Now, come on!  You
need to go get your chores done and I'll take care of all the kitchen
stuff.  Let's go!"

In a blind haze Franky watched as Christopher lifted her to her feet and
then gently urged her to make her own way to her room.  It took her a
bit longer than usual with her mind so preoccupied with a wicked but
pleasant adventure with her older boyfriend, but she eventually made it.
She conducted her usual evening preparations as she'd done hundreds of
times before, her mind no longer focused on what she was doing but on
those exquisite tingles that seemed to linger even after his lips had
broken contact with her growing boobie.

While she was in her bedroom and slipping her nightgown over her head
she had to stop for a moment and confirm something.  With her top
removed and her body shifted in front of the mirror over her vanity
Franky gently caressed the same nipple that her big boyfriend had
accidentally kissed and sucked on.  The new tingles were nice but not as
nice as the ones when his mouth was touching her bare body.  In an
effort to bring those sweet tingles back Franky pinched and twisted her
nipple around very gently and became aware of sexual pleasure by her own
hand for the first time in her life.

The feeling was exquisite and almost as good as the ones that Chris had
given her.  For the next few minutes the ten year old slowly improved on
her experience and her pleasure as her confidence grew.

"Nnnnuuuhhhh!"

It was an escaped moan and whimper that broke the haze of lust, but it
was her playmate's soft tapping on the door and his voice that sent her
into a crimson blush.

"Kitten, are you okay?"

Franky was horribly embarrassed and confused, her only thought at that
moment to seek out comfort from the only person at home.  Before she
realized what she'd done Franky ran across her room, flung the bedroom
door open, and thrust her body right into Christopher as he stood about
two feet from the door jamb.  He was more surprised than she was when he
got an armful of half naked little ten year old who was frightened about
something.

"Hey, there!  It's okay, Kitten!  I'm here to take care of you."

"Oh, Mr.  Peckham!  I felt something that ...  "

It was only at that moment Franky realized she was standing in the hall
hugging her best playmate and favorite tickle buddy and wasn't wearing
anything more than her panties.  But rather than feel horrified and want
to run back into her bedroom to hide, Franky felt something wash over
her that made her hug Christopher even harder.

His hands gently caressed her bare back and rocked her side to side, a
soft comforting "Shhhh" coming from his mouth.  From somewhere else in
the universe and at a time when she was beginning to appreciate what
might be happening to her, Franky said something that almost made
Christopher fall down backward.

"Hold me tight, Daddy!  Please?"

His arms understood the intent but his brain was useless.  She'd used
those same innocent but sexy words many times before when she was a two
year old, their bond so strong at that time because of his constant care
and tenderness that she honestly believed for a few months that
Christopher was in fact her own father.  But his body was still that of
a grown man rather than a parent, the warmth of her bare flesh and the
snug grip around his waist by a half nude ten year old far more than he
was prepared for.  Yes, he wanted to take what she was innocently
offering, but his conscience still had a greater effect on his actions
than his dick, so he kept one hand around her back, reached down to her
knees once again, picked her up, and then walked sideways into her room
and sat down on her bed with Franky on his lap.

He rocked the frightened and confused preteen for the next minute and
kissed the top of her head, his actions slow and measured so he didn't
attempt to repeat what he'd done before.  The front of her body but more
specifically her small breasts were available to touch if he chose to,
but he placed his right hand further around her bare chest to her left
shoulder and held her as tight as he could so she'd quickly recover.

Once she seemed less frightened he kissed her head one last time, lifted
her to her feet, turned her around so he wasn't staring at her boobies,
retrieved her diaphanous nightgown, slipped it over her head, and then
hugged her after the sheer fabric dropped to its lowest extent.  Once
she was turned around to face him he could still see the tender bumps
within, the small circular patches of pink flesh illustrating where his
eyes were *not* supposed to be looking, and her nipples erect enough to
form two small points in her top.

A minute later Franky was nestled on Christopher's lap sideways like she
used to when she was a preschooler and her left thumb was nestled
between her lips like an infant as he sat deep in the couch.  Franky
wasn't a ten year old at all, but a frightened and confused infant who
was afraid of the dark or the thunder outside when it stormed.
Christopher held her snugly and gently rocked her in small shifts back
and forth, her eyes closed in less than ten minutes, and his lovely
playmate fast asleep.  The movies they'd planned to watch were never
considered after that, and she never saw the tears pouring down his
cheeks as they slowly trickled toward his jaw.

<Tweedle-eedle-eedle-eedle>

Christopher's cell phone ringing in his right jeans pocket scared the
crap out of him, his movements harried and uncoordinated as he tried to
answer it before Franky woke up.  But even as his small technological
marvel wailed and screamed under her right knee she never once stirred.
It was then that he remembered she could sleep through a nuclear assault
once she was relaxed.  It didn't help him feel any better, but he didn't
feel any worse about the interruption.

"Hello?"

"Christopher, it's Carla."

"Oh, hi Carla.  Are you two having a good time?"

"Uh ...  yeah!"

"What's going on?  You checking to see if we've burned the house down or
something?"

"Gosh I hope not!  The outfit I'm almost wearing isn't exactly ...  NO!
I, uh ...  I just wanted to, uh ...  "

"Come on, Carla.  Spit it out.  You're calling to ask permission to stay
out later tonight, aren't you?"

<Tee-hee>

Christopher heard her cup the mouthpiece of the telephone and then
whisper.

"Can I ...  Daddy?"

Rather than assume anything crude or prurient about her somewhat curious
reference to being slightly older than Carla and Yves, Christopher
softened his voice and spoke in a comforting and relaxing tone.

"As long as you and your boyfriend don't do anything that you'll regret
in the morning or make your daddy ashamed of your actions, then you may
stay out as late as you'd like.  What time would you like to come home,
Carla?"

She hesitated for a moment and then whispered back.

"Christopher ...  for real?  You wouldn't mind taking care of my little
girl a little while longer tonight?"

"Not at all, Carla.  Franky's already asleep and I'm in the living room
on the couch."

The fact that Franky was asleep on his lap didn't enter into his verbal
offering and Carla never pushed for more data.

"What if we wanted to get back as late as maybe ...  two or three?"

"All I ask is that you call before you leave the party.  That way I can
be awake when you arrive so I won't scare the crap out of you when you
wake me up.  I startle fairly easily."

"Christopher ...  you're such a dear.  You sure you really don't mind?"

"Carla ...  just have a good time and don't worry about a thing.  I'll
keep an eye on Franky and will try to stay awake long enough so you
won't have to worry about waking me."

"I really appreciate this, Sweetie.  It's just that ...  well ...  "

"You're going out tomorrow night again, aren't you?"

"Please tell me you don't mind, Chris.  I don't want to take advantage
of your willingness to waste your time sitting at my house when you
could be sleeping comfortably in your bed."

"Okay ...  I tell you what.  How about tomorrow you let me host Franky
at my house like I used to, and you and Yves can stay out as late as you
want to?  You won't feel guilty about me not sleeping in my own bed, and
Franky will have a chance to relive her preschool years with me."

"She's gonna be *so* happy when we tell her tomorrow morning.  I really
appreciate this, Chris."

"Don't worry about it, Carla.  Just have a good time and don't let Yves
drive if he's had any alcohol.  I don't want to have to break the news
to my little girlfriend that her daddy did something stupid."

"You really would be a great daddy, wouldn't you?"

"I think so.  Now, go see to your fun and call me when you're starting
home, okay?"

"Thanks, Chris."

"You're welcome, Carla.  Bye."

"Bye."  <click>

While Christopher was pushing his small phone back into his jeans
pocket, Franky unconsciously splay her thighs apart and allowed a rather
generous portion of her panties to come into view.  The gusset of her
underwear also had the conspicuous evidence of Franky's arousal, a small
wet spot directly between her thighs where her vagina must have been
hiding.  Moments after he saw something that thrilled him he got a whiff
of her obvious state of nocturnal excitement, her dreams most likely
erotic and filled with images that her young brain might not fully
comprehend.

Christopher watched as his right hand slowly drifted up her right thigh
and approached the dampened spot that he'd discovered, his actions
careful and measured, but filled with a fire that he hadn't known for a
very long time.

The instant the back of his index finger lightly stroked across the
light sheen of slick stickiness of her moist dream-filled thrill he
immediately knew what he was doing was very wrong.  But that didn't stop
him from enjoying a brief and somewhat innocent thrill of his own with a
ten year old's panties that he'd hungered for since the last time he'd
taken care of Franky.

Yes, he'd touched and fondled Franky many times, in the tub while they
were playing, while he was soaping her up and then rinsing her off,
while he was cuddling with her on his couch, and even after she was
asleep and didn't know what he was up to.  But even when she was awake
as a young child she never thought of his actions as crude or dirty,
because he was always so gentle and didn't do things to scare her.

With a ten year old sleeping peacefully on his lap, though, he couldn't
make that same claim.  She knew about sex, most likely had been given
'the talk', had been warned by her mother and maybe even her father not
to let boys touch her privates or boobies, and would be horrified if she
ever found out that her tickle partner and long-time playmate was
touching her in an inappropriate manner.

Extending his fingers and turning his hand slightly, Christopher tucked
his digits between her spread lower limbs and then cupped her whole
vulva.  The sensation was spectacular and his hand almost burst into
flames from the feel of a young girl's labia majora in his grasp.  He
squeezed a few times and even tucked his middle finger under slightly to
steal one last caress before he removed his hand.  It was while he had a
grasp of her tender charms that he grinned and knew what he was going to
do.

Christopher gently lay Franky back onto the cushions, tugged her
nightgown up, completely uncovered her to her neck, and then extracted
his toy.  For the next couple of minutes Christopher shifted the camera
around and took a whole series of movies of his tender sleeping beauty,
her nipples and small breasts captured onto digital film.  He even grew
brave enough to tickle both nipples while recording his actions, both of
her little points instantly growing firm and erect.

His next prize was a hard won victory but something that would require a
lot more confidence and care.  After her nightgown was pulled back down
across her chest and tummy, he checked for her ability to awaken
suddenly by tickling her lips with his fingertips.  All she did was
flinch slightly and then try to suckle on what she might have thought
was her mother's teat.  He was tempted ...

She was out cold and sleeping incredibly deeply.

Holding the camera in his left hand he turned it around so it could look
down her body across her tummy rather than straight down.  The tip of
his right index finger gently captured the snug elastic of her panties
near her tummy, gently tugged, and then pulled up away from her waist.

Holding the camera close to her bare belly he pointed the lens along her
skin until the display proved that he'd captured an image of sweet
tenderness that made his heart beat wildly in his chest.  Still keeping
the camera going he looked at her face for any sign that she might wake
up during the recording, but she remained still.  Watching her face and
not his right hand, he pulled down rather than out and slowly uncovered
her until the whole of her plump and bald sweetness came into view.  It
looked magnificent!  He even worked her panties down her hips enough so
they'd remain in place with her charms displayed so he could shift the
camera in various positions.

While he was pulling her panties down Franky must have dreamed someone
was trying to undress her because she lifted her bum slightly and her
underpants snapped past her round little girl ass far enough that he
might be able to remove them completely.  Half a minute later that's
just what he did.

For the next ten minutes Christopher photographed his lovely sleeping
angel, including very intimate images of her tender coral charms after
he urged her thighs apart.  She never became aware of his bold moves,
including encouraging her to splay her legs apart in a move similar to
her musically influenced splits.  The ultimate in crude moves was when
he used the tips of his left index finger and thumb to tease apart her
labia majora so he could capture the image of her vaginal opening.  It
was bright pink, clean, and very slick with her nocturnal arousal.  He
was tempted to touch what he was filming, but that would only happen
after she gave him her permission.  Her tight pucker was also seen and
recorded, as was her small but obvious clitoris.  He couldn't stand the
strain and lightly caressed her potentially aching bump three times
before her hips shot up into the air, but more importantly into his
caress.  Christopher was taking far too many chances, so he stopped his
camera, tucked her panties into his right front pocket, lifted her into
a sitting position, and then cupped the smooth wet warmth of her nude
genitalia.

In spite of her dormant state he needed to curtail his ambitions, so he
slipped one hand under her back, the other under her knees, and then
lifted her off his lap.  In a move that he'd practiced since he was
granted permission with a two year old sleeping angel, Christopher took
Franky to the bathroom and nestled her naked bum onto the cool plastic
of the commode seat.  She'd been helped so many times before she never
once became aware of his actions as nasty or unseemly and emptied her
bladder like a good little girl should.

A minute later Christopher pulled her panties up her slender legs and
was tucking Franky into her bed, the sheet and coverlet drawn up her
body after he stole a couple more soft caresses of her panties and also
her small growing boobies.  He knew he shouldn't have been touching and
filming her like that, but it was such a small price to pay for having
the strength to resist raping her.  It wasn't a sound or valid argument,
but it was the best a horny single pedophile could come up with as a
sleeping ten year old lie almost naked less than four feet from his
face.

Just as he flipped the light attached to her vanity off and was about to
leave her bedroom Franky called out to him in a sleepy and uncoordinated
voice.

"Mush-ter Peckham?"

"Yes, Franky?"

"Come slip with me, 'kay?"

"Just go to sleep Angel, okay?"

As if his response was ignored or invalid she completely repeated her
request.

"Mush-ter Peckham?"

"Yes, Franky?"

"Come slip with me, 'kay?"

It was obvious she was asleep but conscious enough to know that she had
an older male visitor who'd just put her to bed.

Christopher walked back to the side of her bed, sat down next to her
hip, softly caressed the side of her face, and brushed her hair away
from her face with his fingers.

"Go to sleep, Baby.  Daddy will stay right here for a little while."

He could feel his throat tightening at the thought he might have known
such a genuine sentiment at some time in his life, but that was just a
silly dream, and Franky was the only little girl he'd ever gotten an
opportunity to share that tender secret with.

"No, Daahh-Dee!  Hold me!"

As soon as her slender arms came free of the bed linens and pointed
toward his face, Christopher lost any strength to resist her.  He leaned
forward, let her wrap her arms around his neck, and then pressed his
face to the side of her head on her pillow with his butt still stationed
next to her hip.  It wasn't comfortable, but he wasn't about to lie down
next to her like he did when she was almost four years old.

"No, Daddy!  In bed with me!  Come on, please?"

A million thoughts went through his mind.  Would Carla call before they
left so he had time to climb out of Franky's bed?  Would he fall asleep
and not hear his phone ring?  Could he keep his hands off the sleeping
little girl and not do things to her that would spell his doom?  Would
she wake up enough while he was crawling into bed with her and scream in
fear because a man might try to do sex things with her?

"Come on, Daddy!  Hurry!  I'm scared."

His only intelligent decision was to remain on the outside of the bed
linens as he repositioned himself tight to his sleepy partner's side.
She almost pulled the covers back to grant him entry, but he quickly
pulled her snugly to his body and slipped his right arm over her head
and then under her neck so he could hug her.  His embrace was just
enough stimulus to convince Franky that she was safe and her tickle
buddy and best boyfriend was right there with her again.  She was sound
asleep in less than two minutes and Christopher was allowed to get up
off her bed a minute or so later.  He didn't want to, but he knew it was
the smartest thing to do.

"Chris?  Chris?"

His eyes came open with a start, Carla's soft voice and gentle caress
along his right arm just enough to wake him up.

"Huh?  Wha ...  "

"It's Carla, Sweetie.  I'm sorry, but I forgot to call before we left."

"Carla?"

"Yes, Chris.  It's Carla."

Christopher burst up into a standing position and tried to collect his
wits.  What was he doing in Yves' and Carla's living room sleeping on
their couch?  The young mother must have seen the confusion in his eyes
and facial expression because she provided a little more information to
him.

"It's okay, Sweetie.  Relax!  You were babysitting Franky, remember?"

"Franky?"

The haze of his erotic sexual dream with a dozen little naked playmates
finally drifted past, his vision and head clearing enough that he became
conscious of having spent the last evening taking care of his next door
neighbor's little girl.  Thankfully he fell asleep on the couch instead
of Franky's bed.

"GEEZ!  I'm sorry, Carla.  I fell asleep and kinda lost track of where I
was.  Sorry."

"Don't worry about it, Sweetie.  Why don't you have a seat for a minute
and get your bearings, okay?  I'll be back in a minute so I can see you
to the door."

Carla held Christopher by the shoulders as he stumbled his way back to
the comfort of their cushions, his feet uncoordinated and his movements
sluggish.  While she was trying to turn him so he could sit he tripped
slightly, reached out to hold onto anything nearby, grabbed Carla's coat
along her waist, and pushed backward as his face fell toward her body.

He had just enough composure to realize what he was using to break his
fall and see that her unbuttoned coat had come completely open.  It
revealed a tiny, very tight, and incredibly short red vinyl outfit that
barely covered Carla's wonderfully plump breasts and hid none of her
sweetly shaved and completely bare pussy.  By the time she helped him
get settled on the couch, Christopher was nearly face first with her
plump and still slightly wet vulva, his mouth less than six inches from
her naked Heaven.

Even after Carla cleaned herself up a little bit before they left the
party, the heady and musky aroma of hours of sex with unseen men buried
deep inside his head and brought him to an awakened state in a second.
The fact that he had his hands along her waist on her slick plastic
outfit and was openly staring at her luscious twat at eye-level should
have been a clue for him to make a quick and discreet exit, but Carla
wasn't the least offended and let her guest remain directly in front of
her naked twat.  The moment he gained control of his vocal chords he
tried to utter something intelligent.

"Uh ...  Carla, I, uh ...  "

"Hush, Chris!  Just hush!"

She looked around the room, listened for a moment, and then whispered
down to her stunned guest.

"Stay right here for a minute, Sweetie, okay?"

"I think I better go, Carla."

"Shhhhh!!!  Listen to me, Chris!  I'm ordering you to stay right here
and you better obey me, alright?"

A previously unexplored portion of Carla's demeanor was trying to
emerge, her normal role as sub and sex toy shifting to dominating
mistress.  She seemed to love the power of commanding Christopher around
like that and immediately pulled his face closer to her nude pussy.

"Listen carefully, Honey.  You stay right here on my couch or I'll spank
you.  I'm gonna go check on my Mas ...  Yves and I expect you to stay
right here until I get back.  If you disobey me, I'll ...  just stay
right here, okay?"

She might have been familiar with her role in their wicked games, but
didn't yet have the confidence to try on Christopher what her husband
and other men had repeatedly done to her.

"Uhhhh ...  "

"Just stay here, Christopher, please?"

"Sure."

None of her skills were of any use, except for her skill as a woman with
an uncovered body.  That was proved when she took one more look toward
the hall and then pulled Christopher's face into her pussy for a quick
touch.  She felt much more with that rather innocent and nearly asexual
contact than she did when one of her husband's friends was spanking and
fucking her at the same time two hours before.

After no more than a few seconds of their brief and incomplete union
Carla pulled back, closed her coat, turned, and then almost ran out of
the room.

Christopher sat there in a daze with the aroma of Carla's arousal still
hanging in the air.  He could also feel a drop of dew on the end of his
nose where she'd allowed her plump and glabrous pussy lips to hug him.

He remained there trying to comprehend what had just happened, his mind
attempting to process the concept of a married woman so quickly and
eagerly letting their next door neighbor touch her as he had.  He was so
blitzed that he didn't move until he saw Carla return wearing the same
coat as before.  She positioned herself directly in front of his face
again, pulled her coat open, and revealed that she was completely naked
except for a pair of knee-high zip up boots.

Christopher was spellbound and sat there looking at her incredibly sexy
body, his image of Yves changing in an instant.  He knew why the man
seemed to exhibit an air of superiority, because he was in fact a Dom,
and Carla was his sub and play toy.

The moment he saw her coat fall to the floor behind her and felt her
hands on the sides of his head, he had to hold her away from his face
and look up into her eyes.

"Carla?  What's going on?"

"Shhhhh, Sweetie.  Yves is already asleep and isn't going to wake up
until at least ten or eleven in the morning.  Just be nice to me for a
little while and I'll show you a good time."

She tried to pull his face into her nude and incredibly sexy pussy, but
Christopher held his hands to her waist and prevented her from drawing
him any closer.  Carla looked down at him and frowned, surprised that he
would resist her so vehemently.

"What's wrong, Chris?  Don't you want to play with me?"

"Carla, I can't do that.  You're Yves' wife and he's my friend.  I can't
use you like that.  It's ...  it's ...  "

"Chris, where do you think Yves and I have been for the last six hours?
I haven't been to the PTA making cookies, Sweetie.  I've been his and
his friends' sex toy and sub.  He's let men touch and play with me for
years ...  ever since we started dating, in fact, and their touch isn't
limited to a little gentle petting, either.  Do I have to spell it out
completely for you, Sweetie?"

"Uh, NO!  I know about adventuresome and liberal couples.  I'd just
never met a ...  uh ...  a sub, before."

"Then, you know that sometimes we get to do things like role play and
even role reversal that's lots of fun, don't you?"

"Yes I do, but ...  "

"But what, Sweetie?"

"Why are you coming onto me, Carla?  I've never treated you like some
kind of ...  "

"You can say it, Chris.  Slut!  Whore!  Cunt!  I've been called it all,
Angel, and it doesn't bother me one bit.  In fact, I get a rush when the
right man tells me I'm a no good fuck-slut and then gives me a nice cum
until I can't ...  I can't ...  can't stand it any more."

Carla was feeling something that she hadn't expected nor wanted to miss
out on.  She'd had thoughts of Christopher dominating her a few times,
but he never seemed bold enough to make the first move, and they never
had the opportunity to take it to a full sexual level before.  It just
so happened that she was almost completely naked and wearing her
approved public coat when Christopher accidentally teased it open.  She
was still very horny from being used all night and felt a wave of lust
for the only man that she'd known for over ten years who hadn't tried to
put the make on her.

Her body was already betraying her and her next orgasm was already
peeking from around the corner.  Just the idea that Christopher, a man
who'd always been proper and decent with her, was intimidated by her
nudity and brash manners filled her with a kind of power that she'd
never felt before and needed to share.

"Chris ...  Chris ...  oh, Baby!  Just tongue me, please?"

She pulled his face tight to her naked twat and hung on.  His mouth was
positioned perfectly to press against her fat labia majora just below
her clitoris, that wicked bump throbbing and poking forward from her
slit like some mole from its hole.  Nothing could prevent what was about
to happen to her body, her hips twisted under so she could force her
pussy onto his mouth, and her hands around the back of his head so he
couldn't pull away.

Any attempt to fight was lost, Christopher's desire for pussy extended
to include Franky's mother's rather than the ten year old's.

For the next twenty minutes he ravaged her clit and plump nether lips
with his tongue, lips, and teeth.  Carla was completely and utterly
spellbound with his focus and determination, all of her previous lovers
and Masters more interested in their own fun in intercourse rather than
her pleasure.  Christopher was so determined, in fact, that when she
tried to withdraw and gain some measure of relief he hooked one of his
hands around her thighs, the other one around her plump ass, smacked her
hard once, and then pulled her closer to him.

She smiled, got the message, and quit trying to resist the needs of her
newest and probably strangest Master yet.  What Christopher didn't know
about his sexy neighbor he made up for in his unbound attention to
Carla's pleasure.  He even slipped a couple of fingers into her vagina,
found her Grafenburg spot, rolled his digits around enough to map out
its dimensions and where she was the most sensitive, and then doubled
her torture and multiplied her pleasure a hundred times.

Sure, there were many other men who'd finger fucked and tongued her
before, many times while she was being fucked in the ass and giving a
man a blow job at the same time, but nobody had ever found her pleasure
centers so easily and stayed so focused for so long.

When she came for the fifth time she began to lose her balance, her
knees went weak, and she pushed into his face because of gravity rather
than lust.  Carla was just about to slump to the floor before she got
what she really wanted, but decided she needed to be a bit more
assertive before she lost every measure of her determination.

"Chris, Baby!  Slow down, Sweetie!  Let me take care of you now, Angel."

Christopher grinned wickedly at the thought of being serviced by a whore
he didn't have to pay for and released his sexual hostage.  As soon as
Carla regained her composure she knelt between Christopher's knees,
undid his jeans, withdrew his dripping tool, and then began to slowly
bob up and down until she could feel his hips thrusting forward
repeatedly.  Her mouth came free long enough for her to whisper.

"Please give me what I need, Baby, please?"

Her lips returned to his cock, she dove all the way forward while she
swallowed, and took every inch of his quite average dick into her well
used throat.  The poor man couldn't take more than a minute of his
loving torture and began to feel the tingle that would spell his defeat,
Carla bobbing back and forth and licking every square inch of his cock
in order to get him to fill her mouth.

With his hands holding her head firmly he kept thrusting her mouth onto
his dick and fucked her face for the next half minute, his groans
filling the air around them and her pleasure growing by the second.

The instant he went rigid and then began to spasm uncontrollably, Carla
had another orgasm and did her best to swallow until Christopher was
spent.  A second after his balls were empty, Carla rose to her feet,
climbed onto the couch with her knees along the outside of his thighs,
and then centered his penis between her legs until she began to work his
still throbbing dick inside her body.  The instant Christopher became
aware of what he was doing and the potential for 'getting' something
because of her past and more recent partners he grabbed her hips and
began to lift Carla off his lap.  She was much more cognizant of why he
was trying to do it than she let on, her arms wrapped around his head
and her mouth close enough to his nose so she could whisper and get his
attention.

"It's okay, Baby.  All my other lovers have to wear condoms.  Only Yves
doesn't, so I'm clean.  I've never had any other bareback riders since I
was ...  younger, so I'm okay.  You can have me, though, because I need
to feel you inside me as Nature had intended.  I know it's wrong, but I
need to feel your cock in my pussy, Baby.  Please let me.  I know what
I'm doing."

Instead of pushing her up, Christopher pulled her down hard and sank all
the way into her wonderfully tight cunt.  Her inner dimensions made him
think he was fucking a young teen girl, and he had no desire to fight
what she wanted after that.  The fact that his penis had a slight upward
twist and the flare of his glans was more prominent than many if not all
of her other lovers made his less-than-impressive size meaningless.  The
instant her G-spot was being caressed by the only cock that had ever
found that precious bundle of nerves in such a unique way, Carla began
to emit a high pitched and almost imperceptible whine.

In spite of the oversensitivity of his cock, Christopher could tell what
kind of effect he was having on Carla and smiled at her inability to
resist the pleasure that his average-size but uniquely shaped cock was
giving her.  As soon as he found which way to push, twist, and shift,
Carla was hopelessly lost and succumbed to an orgasm that lasted for
over ten minutes.  She foolishly let Christopher spend his load in her
mouth before taking him into her vagina, his ability to last longer
since he needed to recharge making his fun last until she was nothing
more than a living bag of stuttering and convulsing muscles.  He could
have fucked her for another hour or two, but he was getting tired as
well and decided to give the foolish young mother a break.

"Had enough, whore?  You wanna rest for a little while, cunt, or do you
want me to fuck my slut-baby for another hour?"

"Oh, please, Master ...  I beg you ...  please let your whore rest for a
little while, Master.  I promise I'll be a good sub and sex toy for you
any time you wish ...  just ...  please let me rest, Master."

"Alright ...  I guess I can take pity on my fuck-baby.  Okay.  Push down
and let me have my reward."

"Mmmmmmmmmm!!!  Yes, Master!"

Carla sank all the way down, rolled her pubic bone against
Christopher's, her hypersensitive clit taking the brunt of her weight
and passion, and proceeded to have another unexpected orgasm.

"No!  No!  NO!  NOOO!!!  Nnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!"

As soon as Carla began to convulse again Christopher pulled her hard
onto his cock and waited for Nature to take over.  With Carla incapable
of doing anything but gyrate onto his lap, Christopher finally filled
his most wicked and slutty partner in his life with as much sperm as his
pitiful balls could provide.  By the time they both quit twitching, all
they could do was smile.  Thirty minutes later Carla finished sucking
him clean, washed him off, and then helped him dress.

She knelt at his feet and looked up into his face with the expression of
a dog who needed to be told to go fetch.  The words that spilled out of
her mouth seemed incongruous with where he was.

"Chris, please let me be your slave and sub, okay?  Please?  I'll be a
good little slut if you'll let me, I promise."

"What about your husband, Carla?"

"He won't mind, as long as you don't mark me or hurt me too bad.
Please, Chris?"

"We'll see.  Now ...  stand for me so I can see what you look like
before I go home."

She immediately rose to her feet, splay her knees apart, placed her
hands on top of her head, and thrust her naked hips forward.  For just a
few seconds Christopher tenderly caressed and teased Carla with soft
touches, light tickles on her clit, erotic tugs on each plump hairless
nether lip, and then tweaked both nipples until she moaned.

"Nnnnnn!!!  God, I want you to fuck me again so bad!"

"Not tonight, slut.  I'm tired and I need my rest.  Besides, you need to
get your rest too, 'cause you're gonna be someone's toy tonight, aren't
you?"

She actually looked disappointed.

"Yes, Master."

"Come here, Carla."

She was surprised when Christopher pulled her into a very tender
embrace, his arms not as strong as her husband's, but far more sensitive
to her needs that she could have imagined.  She almost started to cry,
but his whispered words stole her sorrow and replaced it with reality.

"Please be careful, Carla.  I really enjoyed what we shared tonight, but
I don't like men using you like some fuck-toy all the time.  I know it's
not my place to interfere in your lives like that, but I can tell you'd
love to be held and cuddled much more than abused and whipped."

Carla wanted to be furious with Christopher.  How could he dare assume
so much after all that her boyfriend-turned-husband had taught her?  She
was about to rear back and slap him, but kissed his neck instead because
she knew Christopher wasn't really aware of the kind of pleasure that
Yves could give his own wife, even when other men were fucking and
abusing her for hours.  It might have been a strange relationship, but
it was one that Carla had accepted many years before.

Christopher barely made it in and out of the shower in his house and
onto his own bed before he fell asleep exhausted.  He even forgot to
bring his cell phone and fancy camera to the bedroom and plug both into
their respective chargers, but he was sure to remove the nearly full
media card and replace it with an empty one in the kitchen.

Somewhere after 8:00 AM his phone rang long enough to completely drain
the batteries.  It was only after 11:45 that morning before he opened
his eyes for the first time.  Christopher stumbled through his normal
routine, including checking his phone for any text messages that might
have come in.  When he realized that the battery was completely dead he
snapped an older and less efficient one in place and turned it on.
Right away he noticed four missed calls and two voice mail messages.

He recognized his next door neighbor's number and surmised that Yves was
out to cut Christopher's dick off.  The man was big enough to certainly
make quick work of the job and Christopher began to consider leaving
town before the brute had a chance.  But before he could move a foot and
try to find his suitcase and lockable security box with valuable papers
his phone rang; the call was from next door.  He didn't want to answer,
but that would only have delayed the inevitable for about ten seconds.

"Hello?"

"Mr.  Peckham?"

It was Franky.

"Hi, Kitten!  How are you, Angel?"

"I miss you, Mr.  Peckham!  Why didn't you answer when I called before?"

So it wasn't Yves out to find Christopher and castrate him, but that
lovely ten year old who believed she was in love with an older man.

<BLEEP-BLEEP-BLEEP>

Before Christopher could answer her question the battery low annunciator
noisily informed him that the phone was about to die.

"Kitten, I left my phone on all night and it's about to quit on me."

"Can I come see you, Mr.  Peckham?  Please?"

"Sure, Sweetie.  Come on over any time you "

<BLEEEEEE>

"SHIT!"

He was angry enough to throw his phone across the room, but that would
have done nothing to solve the dead battery problem.  Thankfully Franky
heard just enough of his response that she was softly tapping on his
front door in less than thirty seconds.

He wasn't really ready to receive guests, but Franky might overlook his
disheveled and scruffy appearance since she was so infatuated with him.
That was proved after he opened the door and let her walk into the entry
foyer, because as soon as the front door was closed and locked Franky
flung her arms around his body and squeezed him hard enough to hurt.

"Hey!  Hey!  Hey!  Take it easy, Angel!  I'm right here, okay?"

Before his words could fully sink in Franky was already crying.

"Come on now, Kitten.  What's all the tears for, anyway?"

"I - I - I got scared this morning that you didn't want to see me
anymore, Chris.  I thought you were mad at me and I got scared I'm gonna
lose you or something."

It took some effort but Christopher was able to break her incredibly
strong hold, lean her back slightly, and then settle his knees to the
floor right in front of her sandal covered toes.  Using a stern but
careful look into her red, puffy, and tear filled eyes he held her face
and softly spoke to a very impressionable and frightened little girl.

"Kitten, listen to me.  You haven't done anything wrong and I'm still
head over heels in love with my very first little girlfriend.  My phone
was on all night and I forgot to plug it into the charger before I fell
asleep, so when you called this morning it rang the battery all the way
down.  I'm sorry I wasn't smart enough to have the phone next to my bed
like it was supposed to be, but I was just being a big ol' dumb guy for
the first time in like ...  oh, I don't know ...  maybe five minutes."

<Tee-hee>

She tried not to giggle but his claim of frequent stupidity made him
look silly and she loved to laugh at his silly jokes.

"Now, that's my girl!  Instead of crying, why don't you give me another
big smile and a nice hug, and then you can see just how ugly I am first
thing in the morning?"

Moments later he was again upright on his feet and looking down at an
incredibly cute and very tempting young preteen.  In spite of his ragged
beard and unkempt hair, Franky threw her arms around his body and stood
on her tip-toes.  All that did was encourage Christopher to leaned down
slightly, so Franky pressed her soft face tight to his fuzzy one,
whimpered into his ear, and then lifted her feet so he could pick her up
again.  But instead of trying to be held sideways, she thrust her lithe
lower limbs around his body and encircled him like a young human crab.

Christopher was in Heaven, accepted her affection, and chose to act on
his desires.  Rather than hide the growing lust that was building in his
body he cupped her soft plump fanny and softly mushed her ass in his
grip while she tried to merge her skin with his.  Franky didn't seem to
mind where he had his right hand and remained snugly against his frame
while he tried to imagine her just as naked as her mother was just a few
hours before.  He might have wanted to slip a digit under the loose
fabric of her shorts along her slender thighs, but reconsidered the move
because Franky was still just a little girl and hadn't clearly indicated
that she was ready to be shown that level of intimacy.  It was his next
and fairly mundane activity that required a change in the location of
his young body magnet.

"Kitten?"

"Mmm hmmm?"

"I need to go take a shower and get cleaned up in the bathroom.  I'm
sure you'd prefer I look and smell a lot better than I do right now,
wouldn't you?"

"I don't care, Chris.  I just wanna be with you, that's all."

"You silly little moppet.  I've gotta look like the back end of a dirty
dog right now, and I probably smell like one too."

<Tee-hee>

"If you want to, Sweetie, you can watch TV in my living room and wait
for me, okay?  Would you like to do that, Kitten?"

"Chris?"

"Yes, Kitten?"

"Can I ...  can I take a bath with you like I used to?"

Christopher was shocked!  He hadn't imagined Franky would remember being
a two year old sitting in a tub of water with her favorite playmate.
The fact that he never did much more than just touch her a little bit,
tenderly cup and caress her bum and puddy when his actions could be
masked as washing and rinsing, and never pushed his digits into any
tender holes, he always assumed she would forget those long and fun
bath-times as just daily activities rather than anything special.  For a
ten year old to remember something from her preschool days eight years
before filled the man with dread.

What else could she remember about their frequent games and her being
naked more than dressed in his home, especially his caresses, long
looks, plenty of kisses and lingual play, and hours of his hands on
parts of her body that were normally covered?  Would she remember all
the times he encouraged her to be his private Hollywood model where
she'd strip her thick panties off and dance for him similar to how she
did the evening before?  Sure, his old camera was a lot bigger and
needed huge VHS plastic cartridges to capture the wicked scenes, but he
hadn't expected his young playmate to have any awareness of anything
from so long ago.

He set her feet to the floor, held her away from his body, and looked
into her eyes with a bit more fear than ever before.

"Kitten ...  it isn't considered appropriate for big guys like me to be
taking baths with young women your age.  People would think I ...  "

She blushed, looked toward her feet for a second, and then looked back
into his eyes.

"I know about boys and stuff, Chris.  My Mommy told me all about how
babies are made and the difference between me and guys like you."

"I'm sure she did, Kitten.  But it still doesn't address the issue of my
seeing *you*, Angel.  You're not a little baby any more, Franky, and I'm
just a regular guy with normal ideas about ...  well ...  you know, how
pretty little angels like you are and how soft you feel and ...  "

He had to stop long enough for some of the blood in his cock to return
to his brain, and in spite of what he'd done with her eight years
before, he tried to give Franky the impression that those memories, if
she still had them, had nothing to do with sex or her nude body as much
as just plain old fun.

"Look Sweetie.  You may not completely understand what guys may want or
think about when they see darling little angels like you without clothes
on, but you need to know that you could get hurt if you ever let any old
guy see you like that.  Do you understand?"

"But ...  you saw me without my nightgown on last night, Chris!  I was
almost naked for you, wasn't I?"

It was almost as if she wanted to repeat the experience from her
preschool days and confirm that it was considered an obligation she had
to the nervous man.

"That was just your nightgown, Kitten.  What you're talking about is
taking your panties off too.  Maybe I shouldn't see you as a big girl
like that, but only when you were a little baby girl.  There's a big
difference, Angel."

"But, I ain't got no hair or nothing like my Mommy does before she
shaves, Chris.  You won't see any hair on me like I was a grown up lady,
so it won't be bad, will it?  I still look like a little baby girl,
Chris, honest!"

It was time for Christopher to try a reverse tactic, hopefully something
enough to scare her but not enough to get him tossed into jail.

"I tell you what, Kitten.  I'll be honest and tell you that I'd love to
see you with no clothes on at all, like I used to when you were two and
three years old.  How would you feel if I wanted to see you naked all
the time, even when we weren't going to take a bath together?"

"For real, Chris?  You ...  you really want to see me with ...  with no
clothes on ...  like all the time?"

"Yes I would, Kitten.  I've been taking peeks at you all last evening
and I think you're the most beautiful young woman I've ever seen.  If I
had a chance I'd want to do lots of naughty stuff with you, but I've
been kinda reluctant 'cause I didn't want to scare you.  Now that you
know, how does that make you feel?"

She leaned forward, snuggled into his body without hugging him, and
shivered from excitement.  Christopher thought she was shaking from fear
and immediately changed his tune so he didn't get ass raped by a bunch
of ugly criminals in jail before the end of the day.

"I tell you what, Angel.  Why don't we talk about this some other time?
I've got to go use the bathroom and I'm not about to want any visitors
while I'm sitting on the pot."

"But, I don't mind."

"Franky!  Cut it out, Honey!  I'm talking about a very smelly and
embarrassing daily bathroom activity that's very private.  I know you
wanna be with me all the time, but there have to be some limits whether
you want to agree with me or not.  Now ...  we're not going to talk
about this until some other time.  I'm gonna go take care of my morning
business and you can do whatever you want until I'm finished, okay?"

She lowered her face in shame, disappointment, and frustration, nodded,
and then threw herself forward into his embrace.  How could Christopher
be mad at such a precious creature?

"Don't worry, Kitten.  You'll have a chance to see me in some pretty
embarrassing situations if you're silly enough to hang around.  Just be
a little patient so I can get used to having such a beautiful little
girl around me all the time."

Her face immediately went from a frown to a huge grin, a compliment just
the thing to make her feel like a million dollars.  He kissed her neck
just under her ear, she squealed from the tickling sensation of his
beard, and he knew how to change her mood and force her further away.

As he'd done before he dove straight for her tummy, lifted her t-shirt
high enough to bare it for his attack, and then proceeded to wiggle his
face back and forth over her tender skin.  Her squeals and strong push
away from his face were far different than when he last munched on her
soft flesh, and even though he knew her skin might get irritated, he
kept up her attack until she fell backward toward the floor.  He caught
her just before she hit her head on the polished wood and the mood was
broken.

Her backward movements stirred something other than giggles, her eyes
wide, her lips quivering, and a look of genuine fear all over her face.
Rather than a squealing and happy little girl, Franky was immediately
transformed into a frightened and hungry baby who needed comfort, her
startled attitude conveyed in yet another soft cry.

Everything that Christopher tried seemed to prove that Franky wanted and
needed to be a little girl rather than a young woman, her soft cries
into and tight grip around his neck confirmation that she needed another
six or seven years before she'd be ready for sex.

Christopher considered how she'd feel being so far away from him while
he was in his master bathroom, so he altered his plans slightly and
carried her to his bedroom, slipping her feet under the covers after he
removed her sandals.  He held her snugly for a few minutes and wanted to
allay her fears by whispering loving words into her ears to calm her
down.

"I'll be in the bathroom right over there for just a little while,
Kitten, so just stay here until I get out, okay?"

She nodded and displayed that kittenish look that made her look so
lovely and incredibly special.  He loved Franky and fell under her spell
each time she used her instinctive skills to break him down.

"I promise I won't take very long, but I've got to take care of all my
business like I do when you're not here, Angel, so please relax and be
comforted that I'm just a few feet away in the bathroom."

After a kiss on the forehead, one on her bee-stung lips, and a last one
on her nose to make her smile, he was eventually able to leave her alone
on his bed so he could go get cleaned up.

Before he disappeared behind a closed door, he checked on his cell phone
and made sure it would be working by the time he was finished.  And with
that, he gathered a change of clothes, some towels, and felt incredibly
nervous as Franky watched him disappear into his bathroom.  It was only
after he was inside and pulling his shorts and underwear off that he
realized his bathroom door didn't have a lock on it, but he'd never
needed it before since he lived alone.  He might have liked the idea of
his ten year old guest sneaking into the bathroom for a little peek but
realized that his mind was playing tricks on him.  Franky was just a
little girl and wouldn't be that bold, especially because of how she was
raised by her folks.  Still ...

The hot water and mountains of thick soap on his head felt really good
after a night of lurid fantasies with Franky and an hour of wicked sex
with her mother.  He had to smile to himself as he shampooed his hair as
the steaming spray of hot water pelted his erect and aching cock.  Oh,
how sweet it felt for Carla to offer herself so easily, take him into
her mouth until he unloaded, and then let him fuck her a lot more than
he could have dreamed.

Sure, his neighbors' lifestyle wasn't something that could be openly
discussed unless he was invited to share his curiosity or interest, but
it certainly answered a number of lingering questions that Christopher
had formed over the last decade.  What a wanton slut!  What a great
looking little whore!  What was that cold draft of air doing making his
body tingle while he was ensconced in a head full of foam and standing
facing the shower head with his erect cock taking the brunt of the
spray?

In a mere whisper he uttered what had to be impossible.

"You better not be in here, Franky."

<Tee-hee> <click>

Why that naughty little girl!  She'd snuck into his bathroom and stolen
a quick peek at him through the water-covered clear glass shower door
and then disappeared.  Christopher was immediately filled with
embarrassment and wondered just how much she could have seen through the
veil of fog and downpour of water.  The fact that his cock was fully
erect and pointed toward the water like a salmon swimming upstream
certainly must have given his young sprite something to consider.  He
had to actually smile because of her level of curiosity and daring.  In
spite of his temporary humiliation he liked the idea of his young
girlfriend being so bold and imagined her personality being handed down
by her wicked mommy.

Christopher rinsed his hair, washed his body, and even shaved without
any further unexpected visitors, to his disappointment of course.  Once
he was cleaned, combed, and completely dry, he brushed his teeth and
then got dressed.  He didn't want to chastise his young playmate, but he
needed to at least make it seem as if he was offended, just in case
Carla, but especially Yves might find out.

The moment he opened the bathroom door and peeked out he saw Franky
looking back at him from his bed, her body again beneath the protection
of his bed linens, and her face covered all the way to her eyes.  She
looked so precious like that, hiding, slightly afraid, unsure what her
older host might do if he realized she was stealing a quick glance.  It
was going to hurt him more than Franky, but he had to put on a good show
for her and maybe her parents.

"Young lady!  Did you do what I think you did?"

Whatever expression of excitement she might have kept hidden under the
sheet and coverlet was lost in a fraction of a second.  He could tell
from the way her eyes grew larger and her cheeks dropped slightly, as if
she was squinting at him earlier with a huge smile on her face.

No more!

"Franky!  Answer me!"

An almost imperceptible nod snuck out from under the sheet and between
her hands as she held the fabric of her inadequate protection close to
her nose.  She was caught and there was going to be no hiding from it.

"Well, young lady?"

"Yes, Sir.  I - I - I ...  "

Wiggling the fingers on his right hand in a flurry of cupping gestures
to encourage some movement, Christopher said two words that seemed
ominous.

"Get up!"

Franky's eyes immediately filled with tears and her face displayed a
sense of dread, the only man who'd ever been willing to play with her
from the time she was a little girl obviously upset with her for being
so nasty.  It took her a half minute to make her way out from under the
sheet and her feet to the floor, her movements drawn out because of her
perception that Christopher was genuinely angry.

She tried to delay the inevitable by moving really slow, but Christopher
had an expression on his face that wasn't going to go away until
something bad happened.  Once her feet were on the floor she tried to
lunge forward to dissuade Christopher from doing what her daddy might,
but he put his hands up to block her approach and held her at arms
length.  The next words out of his mouth were quiet and measured rather
than loud and grating like her father's, but they still sounded like
bombs going off.

"Tell me what you did a few minutes ago, Franky."

She noticed Christopher wasn't calling her 'Kitten' or 'Angel' anymore,
evidence that he wasn't very happy.  It took a few seconds of silence,
but she eventually collected her strength and remembered that her daddy
didn't like waiting either.

"I - I - I opened the door and ...  I peeked inside."

Moments later she burst into tears and sobbed, her stance away from his
as if she were the only living person on Earth.  Her hands were balled
up into two small fists and pressed into her eyes as her body stuttered
and trembled, her high pitched whimpers and cries ripping at Christopher
just as Nature had intended.  But again he knew he needed to prove that
discipline wasn't something only practiced within her parents' house and
sternly issued a request that seemed to melt Franky into the floor.

"And how am I supposed to show you that you aren't supposed to enter the
bathroom unless I give you permission?"

Franky knew, but she didn't want to share her knowledge.

"Franky?  I asked you a question and I expect an answer."

He innocently figured he'd have to stand her in the corner or sit her on
a chair by herself for half an hour for some 'time out', never expecting
to hear such a pitiful exclamation of distress from his little guest.

"I'm - I'm - I'm gonna get - hiccup - punished!"

"And how am I going to take care of that, Franky?"

Still sobbing and twitching from her genuinely painful anticipation of
what was about to happen, Franky began to do something that held his
fascination and prevented him from moving at all.

Right in front of his eyes Franky peeled her top off, dropped it to the
floor, slipped her shorts and panties down, stepped out of them, dropped
them on top of her other empty garment, turned around, bent all the way
forward with her face and collarbones touching the bed, spread her feet
slightly, and then began to wail into the thick fabric of the bed.

She looked so incredibly vulnerable bent over naked like that, her plump
pussy peeking out from between her slender thighs and her bright pink
asshole winking at him each time her body stuttered from her sobs.  But
rather than look pitiful, Franky looked absolutely perfect!  Christopher
couldn't have asked for a better offer in his whole life, even after
having received an invitation from Carla the night before to be his sex
slave as often as he wanted her.

Franky sobbed almost hysterically into the bed as she waited for the
first blow to land on her luscious naked flesh, her perception of her
father's discipline far different than Christopher's.  It was almost as
if she was expecting Christopher to center himself between her plump
nude cheeks, tug them apart slightly, and then rape her.

What a crude and peculiar way to punish a child!  Could Yves actually
have such a sick mind?  Could he have convinced Franky that sex was a
form of punishment, especially for a preteen girl?  How many times had
he raped her like that?  Was she nothing more than a living sex toy like
her slut mother?

Question after question came and went without any answers, his mind only
robbed of any perverse questions when he became aware of a single tear
of lewd moisture forming along her vulvar crease and exuding from her
vagina.  A new set of questions filled his mind and those were even
worse than the ones that still rattled around in his head.

Was Franky actually getting aroused in her humiliating position?  Did
she like being sexually abused like her mother did?  Was she really
excited, or was she just so scared she was about to pee in terror?

"I'm - I'm - I'm ready - hiccup - for my spanking ...  Daddy."

All was clear in that one simple statement.  She wasn't expecting to be
raped; her nudity and posture was just the method that Yves apparently
used to humiliate his own daughter while he punished her.

Christopher knew he had to do it, even if his hand would feel the warmth
of her ass and the bright sting of contact long after he placed a few
meager blows on her lovely round bum.  He moved to the bed next to
Franky, sat down, and then softly spoke.

"You need to lie over my knees, Kitten.  I can't do it any other way."

Still sobbing Franky rose slightly, turned ninety degrees, prostrated
herself over Christopher's legs, pressed her face to the bed over his
left thigh, worked her knees on the bed snugly to his right leg, lifted
her ass high into the air, and again spread her thighs apart as if to
give Christopher enough room to spank her pussy.  Just the thought of
hitting her there was both horribly perverse and incredibly erotic.

Rather than scream at her Christopher softly asked a question that was
supposed to confirm his need to apply some appropriate discipline.

"I asked you to stay in bed and wait for me, didn't I, Kitten?"

Franky never noticed Christopher using that affectionate term again nor
the much softer tone than a minute before.

"Yuh-yuh-yes, Sir!"

"And you disobeyed me by sneaking into the bathroom when I told you not
to, didn't you?"

"Yuh-yuh-yes, Sir!"

"And you know I'm supposed to discipline you with a spanking, don't
you?"

"Yes, Daddy."

Christopher waited a few seconds, tenderly caressed the backs of her
supple thighs with his right hand and the smooth warmth of her back near
her shoulders with his left.

"I really don't like doing this, Kitten.  I hate having to spank such a
pretty little girl's soft bummy, but your father knows you need to be
disciplined when you do things you're not supposed to and apparently you
know it too.  It's going to hurt me tremendously to spank you, Kitten,
so I hope you realize that I don't take ...  there's ...  pleasure in
spanking your bottom this time."

There was just enough ambiguity in his statement to free him from any
form of guilt should he gain an erotic thrill from applying his hand to
her body in a cruel and painful manner.  To put it simply, Christopher
was going to get his rocks off while spanking a nude ten year old and
wasn't going to be in trouble for doing it either.

A new discernment stole any measure of his strength.  The slightly musky
aroma that he'd perceived the evening before from his excited young
guest was again wafting through the air from between her splayed thighs.
Franky was indeed aroused and her body was betraying her by sending a
whole cascade of pheromones to anyone who might understand what was
going on or could take action upon that discovery.

To confirm his nasal suspicion Christopher leaned to his right slightly
while caressing the back of her thighs and peeked between her legs, a
glistening sheen between her labia majora below her vagina.  There was
absolutely no doubt that Franky was getting off to being humiliated.

But that wasn't the time to reveal to her what he'd learned, so with one
long lurid stare at her plump, hairless, and dripping pussy, he leaned
back to his original position and repositioned his right hand directly
over her ass.  To make it seem as if what he was doing was perfectly
normal, he shifted his left hand under her body and cupped one small tit
as if he was holding her in place.  Franky never resisted or prevented
his touch.

"Are you ready, Kitten?"

Still sobbing into the bed she was barely able to speak.

"Aaaahhhhhh, haaa-haaa-haaa ...  <hiccup> ...  yuh-yuh-yes, Daddy!"

A second later Christopher applied the first meager spank to her naked
and incredibly sexy bottom, the sound little more than a person placing
their bare palm against tender and sensitive flesh.

He'd never hit a girl or woman before in his life, and the subdued sting
of contact filled him with dread.  Franky twitched violently at first
apparently expecting something much more painful, but she seemed to
settle down immediately after.  What seemed bizarre was how hard she was
pushing back into his hand after the first blow had landed and his
appendage was softly caressing the sting away.

Christopher had no idea that Yves used something far less sensitive and
with quite a bit more force than anything the nervous man might, a
leather belt that couldn't feel what Christopher did and a vile tool
that he didn't own or would want to.

"I don't want to do this, but I need to do it again, Kitten."

"O-o-okay, Daddy."

Strangely her voice didn't seem nearly as strained or under as much
duress as before, so he applied a second swat and flinched from the
sound her skin made as their flesh came together.  The smack that began
to resound through his mind was much louder and more violent than what
was actually placed on her bare and sexy little backside, Franky in far
less distress than ever before in her life.

"Are you okay, Kitten?"

That time Franky could tell what he called her and was glad Christopher
couldn't see a tiny smile sneak out with her face pressed to the fabric
of the bed.  But she tried to sound convincing as she answered anyway.

"Yuh-yuh-yes, Daddy."

Before the last syllable died down across the room Christopher landed
another soft but determined smack on her upturned naked butt.

"Ow!"

From then on his confidence grew and his tender strikes took on a more
genuine flavor.  Each form of physical discipline was ushered to her
nude bum with a measure of growing lust in both their bodies that was
going to be hard to hide.  Franky could feel those luscious tingles
between her legs again, that buzzing on her special tingle place going
from nothing to a full electric thrill in a second.

The result of her next smack began to show itself more fully when Franky
moaned rather than cried.

"Unn!"

Rather than whimpering in pain, it almost sounded as if Franky was
getting excited.  She tried to keep the sobbing act up, but it was
becoming more difficult with each loving swat.

The next less determined and loving blow proved what Christopher was
slowly becoming aware of, that Franky was indeed a slave in the making,
and must have naturally been as submissive as her mother.

"Mmm"

For her to splay her thighs a bit more and arch her back so her ass was
almost pointed to the ceiling broadcast a hunger that Christopher
couldn't miss and wished to take advantage of.  But could he?  Should
he?  All doubt was removed when he again placed the flat of his hand
against the sweet bare essence of a preteen who was illustrating a
hunger that neither of them had known about, the sharp smack of their
flesh coming together less like discipline and more like affection.

"Nnn!"

Franky was beginning to rhythmically undulate her hips under after each
spanking and then arch her back harder just before the next one, just
like she did when he was filming her in her bedroom.

The next time his hand met her bare ass Franky hid none of her hunger.

"Haahh!"

Christopher could see the look of lust all over her body and was sure
she might have an orgasm any second, her mother's perverse sexual need
expressed in her little girl's body as if they had been trained by the
same cruel Master.

The last smack might have been expressed with a bit more energy, but the
resultant sensation on the little girl's bare butt wasn't painful at
all.  Had Christopher known that he might have kept going.

Rather than hear Franky whimper or even moan she remained silent.

That was enough, because anything further would encourage Christopher to
try a much more bizarre form of discipline that had little to do with
any wrongdoing.  If he were to be honest with himself, any additional
pain would be solely for his and her pleasure.

For the next three minutes and with her sobs diminishing the whole time,
Christopher kept softly cupping and playing with Franky's right nipple
and developing titty as he caressed and rubbed her naked ass.  Rather
than attempting to extend or remove any pain he'd imparted, his touch
was solely for his pleasure.  The feel of her warmed ass was so exotic
as he carefully explored and fondled the nude ten year old, her butt
pushing harder into his hand with each passing second.  By the time the
fourth minute began she was almost trying to extend her body much
further behind into his hand than up in the air or away from it.

It was when he grew tempted to extend his middle finger and take a swipe
at her pursed asshole that they both felt the world stop moving and then
start right back up again.  Neither of them knew how long Christopher
softly stroked and lightly caressed her pursed bundle of muscular flesh,
but both of them truly reveled in the sensation of his touch.  When he
grew brave enough to slip the tip of his digit slightly lower and steal
only a tear of wetness, he knew he needed to stop.

To allay any sense of pleasure Franky might still have lingering within
her body and to make it seem as if his actions were purely parental, he
landed one last lurid pop on her ass.  Fractions of a second after the
muffled smack the naked preteen grunted rather than expressed any
awareness of pain.

"Mmmmmm!"

In a whisper that snuck out, Franky told Christopher all he needed to
know.

"Ohhh, Daddy!"

<Ahem!>

Christopher had to actually clear his throat before he could speak.

"Okay, Franky ...  get up off my lap."

"Noooo!"

Her response was almost masked by the bed linens, but he heard it and
knew they were going to be doing things that could get him into such
deep trouble that he'd be ass-raped by brutes and villains in no more
than a few days.

"Come on!  We need to get you up, dressed, make the bed, and then get
something to eat.  Let's go!"

Moving just as slowly as she had prior to her unimpressive spanking,
Franky made a real mockery of his attempt at discipline, unable to keep
her smile tucked inside before she lunged into his chest and wrapped her
arms around Christopher.

"I'm sorry I did a bad thing and disobeyed you, Daddy.  I'll be good so
you don't have to spank me again ...  unless you think I need another
spanking a little bit later.  I'll let you spank me whenever I'm a bad
girl, 'cause I know you love me and I need to be good."

The little minx was obviously hungry to be humiliated and disciplined,
and Christopher was going to have to figure out a way to make it happen.

"We'll see, Kitten.  If you do something again that deserves some form
of diss ...  if you disobey me again ...  we'll see."

"I'll be good, Daddy, I promise.  But if I accidentally do something
that makes you mad, or is naughty, or something like that, then I won't
be mad if you have to give me another spanking.  I know I gotta have
lots of spankings if I do stuff wrong and I won't be mad at you if you
spank me.  But not my real daddy, just you, okay, Daddy?"

"But, I don't like to hurt you, Kitten!"

"Oh, it didn't hurr ...  it doesn't hurt no more, Daddy, 'cause you made
all the hurt go away when you rubbed my bummy.  I like the way you made
me feel better after you gave me a spanking, so I don't mind."

Franky was indeed a child of her mother's womb, in more ways that one.

The embrace that Franky shared with Christopher took on more loving
terms when she nestled her nude cunny onto his right thigh and pushed
down, as if she needed to feel something of his against her naked flesh
between her slender thighs.  As soon as Christopher became aware of the
firm downward pressure he smiled, knowing full well that they were at
the precipice of a relationship that could go horribly bad if he fucked
up.  After a tender kiss under her right ear he whispered a soft and
innocent suggestion.

"Come on, Baby.  I need to get you dressed.  Your Daddy would be really
angry if he knew you were with me without any clothes on."

"But ...  you said last night you wouldn't tell, didn't you, Daddy?"

"Well ...  yeah ...  I did, didn't I?"

"Then ...  can I sit with you like this for just a little bit longer,
please Daddy?  I feel a lot better with you like this 'cause ...  well,
'cause I don't have to be scared or nothing."

"Scared?  Why would you feel scared, Kitten?"

"Because I ain't got no clothes on, Silly, and nobody's supposed to see
me without my clothes ...  unless I want them to."

"Do you want other guys to see you without your clothes on, Kitten?"

"NOOO, Daddy!  Just you?"

"But, why just me?"

"Because I love you, Daddy!  You're my bestest boyfriend in the whole
world and we're gonna get married soon, aren't we?"

"Oh yeah!  I forgot.  Sorry."

"It's okay, Daddy.  Sometimes I forget how much I love you too."

Christopher tenderly caressed her back and did everything in his power
to keep his hands away from her bare bum, his mind finally clearing
enough to recognize that he was holding a nude ten year old next door
neighbor on his lap, on his bed in his bedroom.

"Come on, Kitten.  I'd like to keep you naked right here for the rest of
the day, but I need to get something to eat and I'll bet you're a tiny
bit hungry too."

"Daddy?"

"Mmm hmmm?"

"Can we be like this again after we eat?"

Poor Christopher was torn between laying her down on his bed and fucking
her for the next hour, or sending her home so he wouldn't be tempted.

"We'll see, Baby.  Now, come on!"

With a feigned spank on her round and soft ass Christopher was able to
get her leaned back enough to take his first really hard look at her
lovely preteen breasts with her staring and smiling back at him.  He
gave her a little kiss, pushed her off his lap, and helped get her feet
settled onto the floor so she'd be responsible for her own forward
progress.

But rather than appear ready to venture toward other parts of his house,
Christopher became aware of a dark wet circle on his right thigh.  It
was obvious where it had come from, but there were yet more games they
could play if he approached her correctly.  Pretending to be angry he
frowned and then spoke in a mockingly and harsh tone while staring at
his leg.

"Young lady!  Did you pee on me?"

Franky immediately hunched her hips under and forward, looked between
her supple thighs, and tried to see where all that wet stuff had come
from.  It took her no more than a few seconds to remember what she'd
felt and seen the night before when she wiped herself and saw clear
liquid instead of yellow.  Her face went from pink to a bright crimson
in a second, her embarrassment so intense she began to shake.

"I'm - I'm - I'm sorry, Daddy!  I - I didn't know I did it."

Rather than attempt to strip his stained jeans off and change,
Christopher just sat there and gently teased at the darkened spot on his
leg and lifted his fingertip away drawing a thread-like strand with it.
When he smelled his fingers right in front of Franky she felt her whole
body shudder.

"It - it doesn't smell like pee, Kitten."

"It doesn't?"

"No!"

Christopher drew out her torture for another few seconds and then glared
right into her eyes with a look of anger.

"Franky?"

Yet again he reverted back to his 'adult' mode.

"Yes, Sir?"

"Are you feeling something inside your body right now ...  and when I
was spanking you a little while ago?"

The tingle that she'd felt before was almost going into overdrive, her
need to feel it again interfering with her speech centers in her brain.

"Franky!"

"Yes, Sir?"

"Answer me, young lady!"

She waited for a moment, looked down to her hands right in front of but
not blocking her plump nude cunny, and then looked up with a pitiful
expression toward her much older boyfriend and loving disciplinarian.
She did her best to contain her smile and only let a small portion sneak
out.  Christopher could have seen it a mile off.

"My ...  my peepee ...  it's tingly right now, Daddy!"

"It is???"

"Uh huh."

"And was it when I was spanking you, Franky?  Answer me honestly."

"Yes, Sir.  It's been all super tingly ever since I took my clothes off
for you, Daddy."

He softened his voice slightly and leaned closer.

"Is it a good or a bad tingle, Kitten?"

"Oh, a good one, Daddy!  A really good one!"

"Come here!  Show me where!"

That's when Franky realized that Christopher wasn't really mad at all.
He just wanted to make sure she wasn't sick or something.

Franky splay her legs apart, arched her back, stuck her hips forward
again, used both sets of index and middle fingertips to gently tug her
plump bald lips apart, and revealed a bright pink little bundle of
nerves that was throbbing madly.  But rather than just show Christopher,
Franky used the tip of her right index finger to trace a single caress
over her nubbin.

"Ssssssss!!!"

She immediately felt something that was better than ever before and
hissed in delighted excitement at the lurid naughtiness of showing her
boyfriend where she started to get her tingles only recently.  The funny
thing was, it was Christopher who'd helped get them going and she only
realized that when her digit withdrew.

"Thuh - thuh - there, Daddy!  Right there!"

"You mean ...  on this little bump ...  right here?"

In an openly immoral and completely sexual move Christopher used his
right index and middle fingers to push her small finger out of the way
so he could try it out for himself.

"Nnnnuuuuhhhhhhh!!!  Yeah, Daddy!  Ruh-ruh-right there!"

He got the exact reaction he wanted and masturbated the preteen for the
next fifteen seconds.  But there was going to be a slight change to her
pleasure and his adventures.

He withdrew his digit with her body trying to follow his finger, a look
of shock and surprise on her face.

"Whuh ...  "

"Franky ...  that's naughty!"

She was spellbound and utterly disappointed ...  but not for long.

"That's something only naughty girls do when they're your age."

"It's really naughty, Daddy?  Honest?"

"Yes it is, Kitten."

Her mind was already much more refined and mature than Christopher was
aware of, and before two seconds ticked by she had a question that would
alter the way he treated her.

"Is it naughty enough for me to get a spanking again, Daddy?"

Her quivering smile hid none of her hunger.

"Well ...  it might be.  I'll have to think about it."

"Are you gonna spank me on my, ummm ...  on my peepee then, Daddy,
'cause that's where I was being naughty?"

He stared into young eyes that were filled to overflowing with fire and
knew that Carla's passions and hunger had somehow been genetically
shared with her daughter.  In some queer twist of biological fate Carla
was most likely being constantly sexually abused and extremely aroused
while Franky was in her womb, the developing fetus' nervous system
altered to crave the same kind of stimulus that her mother was getting.
It was almost too hard to believe.

"Daddy, are you?"

"Well, maybe I should 'cause you've been so naughty just now.  Turn this
way so I can give you a few little ones to see if you've been really
naughty so I can do it some more if you have been."

Christopher turned her to her left slightly, Franky splayed her thighs,
put her right hand on his left shoulder, and then tightly closed her
eyes.

"Tell me if I hurt you, Kitten.  I need to discipline you, but I don't
really want to hurt you, okay?"

"KAY!"

Shifting his hand into the right position Christopher applied five
gentle swats on her plump bald vulva right over her clitoris in rapid
succession, the sound of their contact like a lone audience member
showing appreciation of a wonderfully enjoyable adventure.

"UNNNNN!!!"

The force of each pitiful little smack must have been the ultimate in
pleasure for such a little girl, because she grimaced and pushed her
hips further out for the next round.

"Is that too much, Kitten?"

"NOOOO!!!"

Christopher did it again, the same series of wicked little pats applied
to her plump and naked pussy in quick succession.

"Are you sure, Franky?"

"Aaaaahhhhh!  No, Daddy!  It's okay!"

All Christopher had to do was gaze into Franky's face to see a look of
utter bliss and sexual contentment.  The next array of swift but tender
blows were tempered by a query to be sure he wasn't hurting the child.

"I can stop if this is too much."

"NOOO, Daddy!  I'm a bad girl and I need to be punished."

As unbelievable as it seemed, Franky craved to be sexually spanked and
Christopher was developing plans to have all sorts of reasons to
discipline her every single day.

His eyes shifted down her body to where his bare right hand repeatedly
placed an assemblage of lewd but appropriate taps onto her pussy, slowly
growing more crimson with each grouping of wicked sexual training.

"What a bad girl!"

"Nuu-uuu-uuhhhh!"

Her voice quivered as she responded, each round of tender spanks onto
her bald and supple cunt breaking down two sets of walls that had been
built either through gentility and decency or chaste innocence

"You're not going to do that anymore, are you, Young Lady?"

"Yeaahhhhh ...  I mean, NOOO!  Only if you want me to, Daddy."

Rather than his continued loving spanks hurting his naked playmate they
seemed to draw out a new aspect of her personality that filled both of
them with lurid anticipation.

"Do you want me to stop, Angel?"

"Nuuuuuaaaaaahhhh!"

Franky's brain was in overload and her body completely in control, the
new and loving discipline she was receiving far more valuable and much
more meaningful than anything she could ever have wanted.

"Tell me, Kitten.  Tell me what you want."

"NOOOO, Daddy!  Do it more, please!"

Her passions were alight and her body able to feel things that she'd
never imagined could be so wonderful.  In spite of the minor twinge of
pain she might have felt with each consecutive spank on her naked pussy
Franky hungrily arched her back and pushed her naked hips forward to
invite yet more abuse.

Franky's body was beginning to show signs of release, her thighs
quivering, her torso lunging forward with each wicked spank, and her
forehead deeply furrowed between her eyebrows.

"Are you sure, Kitten?  I may have to stop if this is too much, or I may
need to do it a bunch more if you've been a really bad girl."

"I'm - I'm - I'm a ree - ree - really bad girl - Daddy!"

Christopher knew how far along his young naked playmate was, and all it
took was some focused attention to a small area on her bare body for him
to start a cascade of hormones and emotions that would bring them so
much closer together.

"Mmmmm - mmmmm - mmmmm - mmmmm - mmmmm!!!"

It was time for Christopher to make Franky his own tiny love slave and
sex toy, her mind too young to understand what was happening to her, but
her body slowly growing into a young woman with sexual needs that were
going to rule her life.

In a rapid succession of intense but not brutal smacks he took his young
playmate right to the edge ...  and if he did it right, over it.

The increasingly forceful but loving spanks on her plump vulvar lips
directly over her clitoris was finally too much, the last series of
focused strikes directed onto that exquisite bundle of nerves.

"NuuuuaaaaaAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!  Daaaaahhhhh-DEEEEEE!!!"

At the onset of her orgasm Christopher kept his fingers tight to her
vulva, located her clitoris in earnest, tucked his index fingertip and
thumb over and then around it, gently began to squeeze, and then tried a
whole series of nasty manipulations of her aching nubbin.  He made
circles, shifted back and forth, softly twisted it, pinched it, flicked
it up and down, and then pressed into her body while he cupped her ass
with his left hand.

Franky launched into orbit and didn't come down for almost a minute, her
body stuttering wildly, convulsing in an uncontrolled series of cruel
and spasmodic lunges, and her knees slowly giving out until he was
holding her up by the saddle of her plump and sticky pussy from behind.

It's a good thing she had her right arm around Christopher's neck,
because she wouldn't have been able to remain upright if she didn't.

Once her body had emptied of her first ever orgasm Franky was a limp
dish rag and wasn't even able to keep her head up.  That was
Christopher's cue to pick her up, turn to his left, lay her down, and go
get a warm wet washcloth so he could tend to his tired and very slick
little lover.

Franky looked like a neonate angel as she lie naked on his bed, her legs
splayed apart, hands over her head, eyes closed, chest heaving, and a
just-fucked look all over her.  For the next couple of minutes
Christopher gently wiped and dabbed her bald vulva free of the clear
sticky salve that her body had so eagerly produced, his fingers taking
over once most of her liquid emissions were claimed and removed.

Since she'd permitted him to spank and then play with her naked pussy,
it was time to capture some more images of her just as she was.  The
original memory card was installed in the camera and the device turned
on, his unconscious preteen BDSM model recorded in all sorts of lovely
angles.  He even splayed her thighs much further apart and tickled her
clitoris, vaginal opening, and tight little rosebud, each action
recorded in perfect moving clarity and as close as he could bring the
camera.

He checked how good the images were after the first five minutes and saw
that he could approach her nude body with the technological marvel until
it was literally touching her naked flesh.  To add to the lurid scene he
was recording he played with and masturbated her long enough that her
pussy leaked yet more clear ooze.  That only made his video more erotic
because his finger's movements caused a bright and clear metallic sound
that the microphone easily captured.

There was almost nothing that he didn't do, save for stuffing his finger
as far into her body as it might go.  Her hymen prevented that and
Christopher made certain to show the camera lens that her pink sliver of
taut virginity was still intact.  He even lowered his mouth to her plump
puddin and repeated with his tongue what his finger had done.  It was
crude to do it without her permission, but she'd already granted him a
measure of approval, so he just extended it slightly more.  It took a
while, but he eventually discontinued the video and washed the evidence
of his saliva from her nude pubis and vaginal opening.

She slept for the next half hour face up with Christopher lightly
caressing and fondling her naked charms, nothing of her body hidden from
his gaze.  When she eventually stirred she reached out to caress the
left side of his face and produced a shaky smile, her eyes half closed,
and her lips quivering as they gazed into each others' lust.

"Are you okay, Baby?  I didn't hurt you, did I?"

As soon as she shook her head with a lewd smile on her face, she stuffed
her left thumb into her mouth, splay her legs a little bit more, tugged
on his left hand as if to offer a hint, and then whimpered at him.

"Nnnnnn!"

He knew what she wanted but was going to offer more.

"Would you like for me to help you get those tingles back, Kitten?"

Her slightly animated nod was all he needed to see.

Rather than use his fingers, though, he grinned and then lowered his
face to her nude cunny, his tongue slipping between her tight crease as
soon as his lips were pressed snugly to her vulva.

Franky immediately lunged her hips toward the ceiling and grabbed a
handful of his hair with her right hand, actually pushing his face
harder into her charms rather than forcing him away.  Her plump ten year
old pussy was like living butter in his mouth and against his tongue,
the supple softness of her glabrous flesh a kind of dessert that he'd
always dreamed of but could never afford.  Since she'd given him her
consent to enjoy her pussy and if he was careful he was going to enjoy
his 'dish' as much as possible for a long time to come.

Christopher spent the next hour face-first between Franky's thighs, his
ears muffled by the silky smooth warmth of her legs, her calves hooked
around the back of his head, her ankles locked together so he wouldn't
escape, her hips undulating almost continuously in gentle waves, his
tongue finding each and every sensitive spot on her vulva, inside the
snug opening of her still virgin pussy, and even along and around her
bright pink and tightly pursed circular array of anal muscles.  She was
so content to remain under his control that each time he tried to
withdraw to give her some relief she'd grumble at him from behind her
left thumb and grip his hair harder.

Christopher was in Heaven and he knew to preserve his place there by
doing everything possible to keep Franky happy and sexually satisfied.
He repositioned himself at least three times in an attempt to provide
for her comfort, but each time she imagined he might remove his mouth
from her bald flesh she'd grumble at him, grip his head harder with her
legs, tug against his hair with her short digits, and push into his face
with her bald sweetness.  He almost laughed each time, because Franky
had gone from a naive and very innocent preteen to a hungry sexual
monster in little more than one day.

It was only after she fainted again that he was able to remove his mouth
with a lurid smile and his face covered from nose to chin with her slick
and sticky salve.  He'd consumed as much of her liquid offerings as he
could, but some had escaped his grasp and was painted all around his
lips and her plump and very satisfied pussy.

He cleaned her up, carried her to the potty, she peed, he wiped her pud
tenderly, took her back to his bed, dressed her, and then tucked her in
so she could rest.  Christopher grinned like he'd never done before, his
soul finally filled with the certain knowledge that after eight years
he'd finally achieved what his best fantasies couldn't match.  Before he
got up off the edge of the bed next to his sleeping playmate he caressed
her face, tucked her lovely brown hair around her ears, stared at the
angelic beauty of a little girl growing into a young woman, and promised
himself over and over again that he'd take care of his new playmate with
every bit of his strength.

His tummy rumbling directed his next assignment, the hairless cream pie
he'd eaten over the last hour enough to satisfy his soul, but his body
in need of something he could munch on and keep.  Franky was going to be
hungry after she woke up too, so he busied himself with an easily
prepared meal of spaghetti with meatballs, a nice salad with a creamy
Italian dressing, some oven heated rolls, and two glasses of grape juice
in wine glasses to mimic the real thing.

As the last of his tasks was complete and the bread fifteen minutes from
coming out of the oven he started to make his way toward his bedroom and
that tired but lovely little visitor in his bed.  His timing must have
been perfect because as soon as he walked out of the kitchen someone
knocked on his front door.

He didn't want to be disturbed, but it wouldn't bode well for him if
Carla or Yves decided to come check on their little girl.  After all,
she'd been gone most of the day and it was getting close to dinner time.
As soon as he opened the front door he was disappointed.

"Carla!"

"Hi, Chris.  What on Earth are you two up to over here?"  <sniff> "By
the way, that smells wonderful!"

"I was putting the finishing touches on dinner.  Would you like to join
us?  I was about to go wake Franky up and have her join me for an early
dinner.  Come on in!"

"Sure!"

Carla walked into the foyer but rather than look for Franky she turned
left and headed toward the kitchen.

"Chris, for a single guy, you sure have a few surprises.  I never
thought you'd be so handy around the house."

As soon as the words spilled out of her mouth she stopped, turned, and
smiled at Christopher.  He knew what she was really thinking and must
have needed to have a little bit more fun before she had to venture off
to yet another BDSM party.

It would have been easy for him to take what she was hiding inside her
shorts and top, but the bread was almost done, the salad perfect, and
the spaghetti certain to get tough if he took too long.

"I'm glad you approve.  Would you like to help me set the table for
three or four people?"

She could tell he wasn't going to make a move, so she made it for him.

Carla dropped to her knees in front of Christopher and immediately undid
and unzipped his jeans, withdrew his aching and dripping cock thinking
that she was the one that he was hot for, and then took him into her
mouth in one smooth swallow.  She never indicated that she could smell
her little girl's lust on his right thigh most likely because Franky
might not be old enough in her mother's mind to be that sexual
developed.

"Carla ...  Mmmmm ...  your daughter is sleeping in my bed just down the
hall.  Do you think it's a good ...  unnnnn ...  a good idea, ssssssss,
for you to be doing that, Honey?  Mmmmmmmm!"

Her animated bobbing and rhythmic sucking illustrated a kind of focus
that wasn't about to be broken, so he held her head in both of his hands
and went along for the ride.  After all, he'd been working on Carla's
daughter for a good part of the afternoon and needed some release, and
Carla's mouth was the perfect way to get it.

She was so good at her craft that Christopher didn't last more than half
a minute, his balls erupting and his semen spilling down her throat with
the nasty sound of her humming and moaning with each blast.  She truly
seemed hungry for his seed, and the sensation of his orgasm afforded him
an opportunity to think straight later on without trying to rape Franky.
It seemed to be a match made in Heaven.

After a disgusting slurp and smuck Carla leaned back and smiled.

"There you go, you prick!  If I ever have another bunch of cums like you
gave me last night and can't have your cock for more than an hour, I'm
gonna come over here and torture you like that until you beg me to lie
back and take it for the rest of the day."

She mouthed his glans and licked all around his penis for another minute
as his hips and balls twitched, the over-stimulation nearly enough for
Christopher to force her face away from his dick.  But Carla had learned
all too well how to please a man and used just enough pressure and speed
to make Christopher feel good without hurting him.

In ten minutes she was gone and the buzzer on the oven clock about to go
off.  It seemed all she wanted was an appetizer before she went to her
perverted sex party.

Perfect!

Franky was a limp bundle of tired little girl when Christopher lifted
her into his arms and took her to the potty.  Rather than stray too much
in his new playground he tended to her needs, dabbed her dry and then
clean with a soapy wipe, and then carried her in his arms toward the
living room.  She was so sleepy she never became aware of her new
location on his couch with Christopher holding her in his lap.

"Kitten?  Angel?  Wake up, Baby.  It's time to eat."

She stretched, yawned, and then hugged her boyfriend.  She looked far
too lovely not to share a labial embrace, so he lowered his lips to hers
and kissed her with a little more passion than the day before.  It
wasn't much more, because she was still very inexperienced in the ways
of labial and lingual affection and giggled when he tickled her lips
with his tongue.

The meal went perfectly, in spite of Christopher feeding Franky like an
infant.  He never dribbled any sauce on her t-shirt or shorts and fed
himself between her frequent nibbles.  She watched him like a god the
entire time completely amazed that anyone could be so completely loving
and adorable.  When all the food and drink were gone, she turned to face
him, wrapped her arms around his neck and legs as far around his body as
she could, and then snuggled with him for the next half hour.  They
never said a word the entire time.

<Tweedle-eedle-eedle-eedle>

They both twitched at the unexpected noise in his jeans pocket.  After
he slipped his phone out he kissed Franky once and then answered.

"Hello?"

"Chris, it's Carla."

"Hi, Carla!"

"Is Franky awake yet?"

"Oh yeah!  We just finished eating dinner.  Would you like to talk to
her?"

"Yes, please."

"Okay ...  here, Kitten.  Your Mommy wants to talk to you."

"Mommy?"

"Hi, Angel.  Are you okay, Honey?"

"Uh huh."

"Did you have a nice rest this afternoon in Mr.  Peckham's bed?"

An intense crimson blush covered her face and even traveled down into
her top.  Christopher could see her embarrassment and heard Carla's
question, so he knew perfectly well what his young guest was thinking.
To allay any fears he softly caressed her back with his left hand and
her left thigh with his right.  She immediately felt enlivened and as if
he'd provided her unbound super human strength.

"Uh huh!  It felt nice to be in his bed, Mommy.  It reminded me of when
I was a baby girl and he took care of me all the time."

"Good!"

Carla was either completely clueless or couldn't imagine her ten year
old daughter filled with the same passions that the slut of a woman had.

"And what about dinner, Angel?  Did you like eating the spaghetti that
Mr.  Peckham made for you?"

"Uh huh!  He made me salad and bread and *everything*.  It was great,
Mommy!  It was almost like we were on a date or something."

<Tee-hee> "That sounds wonderful, Honey.  Now ...  your Daddy and I are
going to a party tonight and we won't be back until tomorrow.  Are you
gonna be okay spending the night at Mr.  Peckham's house, Franky?  You
don't have to if you don't want to, so please be honest."

"Oh NOOO, Mommy!  It would be so kew-wull to spend the night with Mr.
Peckham!  I really can, Mommy?"

"Of course you can, Angel.  You used to do that when you were a little
girl, remember?"

"Well ...  I don't really remember, Mommy, but if you tell me I did,
then I believe you."

"Why don't you come home for a couple of minutes so you can pack a few
things for the night and tomorrow morning?  Since we're going to lock
the house you'll need to have everything that you normally use."

"Kay, Mommy!  Do I come over right now?"

"That would be best, Honey.  Come on over and leave Mr.  Peckham there.
We need to have a little girl-chat for a second."

Franky's face went almost white fearing what her mother and father might
ask or tell her.  But she knew she needed to act normally and did her
best to play along with her mother's perception that the preteen wasn't
quite as worldly as an older and more experienced teen.

"Kay.  Do you need to talk to Mr.  Peckham, Mommy?"

"Thank you, Franky, yes I would."

"Kay.  I'll be there in just a sec, Mommy."

"Thank you, Angel."

"Hello?"

"Chris?"

"Yes, Carla?"

"I really appreciate you letting my little girl spend the night at your
house.  Since you used to take care of her a few times when Yves and I
went out and came back really late I'm not the least bit worried about
you two burning your house down.  I know you're gonna let her stay up
late and watch TV with you, so all I ask is that she's awake and ready
to come home around noon tomorrow.  I have no desire to answer to my
husband if his daughter looks like she's been partying all night long."

"Don't worry about a thing, Carla.  I'll show Franky a good time and
still include some discipline at the appropriate time."

Both adults got a rush of excitement at the discipline reference, Carla
because she was soon going to be tied up, whipped, fucked, and forced to
be a sex toy for an unknown number of men, and Christopher because he
knew Franky was going to try to do something wrong just so he could give
her a nice sexy spanking.

"Thanks, Chris.  I really appreciate your taking care of my Baby.  We'll
call tomorrow when we're awake enough."

"That's fine, Carla.  If you need to call anytime before then, don't
hesitate at all."

"Have fun ...  boyfriend."

"You too, Carla."

<click>

Both of them were grinning like opossums on top of a basket of ripe
fruit, but for very different reasons.  Once the call was over
Christopher pushed his phone back into his right pants pocket and was
immediately the focus of a little girl's embrace.

"Mmmmmmm!  I'm so glad I get to spend the night with my boyfriend.  It's
gonna be so much fun."

"Yes it is, Angel.  Now ...  your Mommy wants you to go get your things
and she asked you to leave me here, so you get going and I'll take care
of the kitchen stuff."

Franky pulled back, looked deeply into his eyes, and then slowly leaned
forward to do something that she was nervous about but excited at the
same time.

<Tee-hee-hee-hee>

Her next kiss was a lot more genuine, although she still giggled and
wiped her lips furiously when Christopher gave her mouth a little lick.

"You get going, Angel.  When you come back, just walk right in the house
'cause the front door will be unlocked until you get back."

"Kay!"

Cupping her clothed bum, Christopher lifted her off his lap and set her
small bare feet to the floor.  She slipped her sandals back on and then
took off out of the house as if the place were burning to the ground.

Christopher was almost as nervous as Franky was while he busied himself
with domestic kitchen routines.  He was concerned Carla or Yves may
begin to comprehend the kind of physical and sexual relationship he was
trying to develop with the ten year old, question their daughter about
some aspect of her last visit, and lecture her about the upcoming night.
He was so focused on his thoughts that he only became aware of having
finished when the front door came open with a lurch.

"Daddy?"

His angel was home and just as hungry for his company as he was hers.

"In the kitchen, Angel."

She dropped her overnight bag to the floor, closed the front door and
locked it, and then kicked her sandals off while sprinting toward her
big boyfriend.  She was almost crying by the time she lunged into the
air for her next big hug and landed in his arms perfectly.

"Ooooff!  You're getting pretty big for those mid-air hugs, Kitten, but
I'll take every one I can get."

Christopher rocked Franky back and forth in his arms supporting her body
in a tight embrace with her legs again wrapped around his waist.  She
was so eager to be held and far too anxious to be physical that his wild
thoughts burned in his soul and tempered his hunger with a heavy dose of
reality.  Yes, they'd been sexual earlier in the afternoon, but he
needed to take it down a notch or he may try to have full sex with her
before the night was out.  She wasn't ready for that, even if her body
might have been anxious for the physical sensation of love making.

Some time after she threw herself into his arms he settled her onto his
lap on the couch, both of them anxious to try lots of wicked things but
perfectly aware that they'd be in trouble if they got careless.  It was
only a whispered comment that broke their hug.

"I gotta go pee, Daddy."

A kiss under her left ear was her only reply, the ten year old again
feeling that tingle that spelled her doom and her salvation.  Moments
later the room was devoid of beauty and the bathroom lucky to have it
for a minute or two instead.  Rather than follow and 'help' with her
bathroom activities, Christopher remained on the couch fumbling with his
camera and anxious to record his Hollywood playmate doing lots of lewd
and sexy antics for him.

Moments after the commode flushed the bathroom door was teased open
somewhat slowly, and rather than blast into the room at full speed,
Franky stopped at the hall entrance and peeked around the corner.  As
soon as Christopher saw her he grinned and called her closer.

"Whatcha waiting for, Kitten?  Come over here and sit with your guy."

"Daddy?"

"Yes?"

"Can I ...  would you think I was being naughty if I ...  "

His smile got wider because he knew what she had done before she left
the bathroom.  In order to make his next 'movie' more erotic he thought
it best if she changed her mind.

"How about if you kept all your clothes on until you did a special dance
for me and let me watch you take them off in front of the camera?"

"Really, Daddy?  For real?  You'll let me pretend to be your sexy
Hollywood movie star again?"

That proved how much she remembered from her days and a few nights in
his house from eight years before.  Christopher's face suffused with a
deep crimson glow, the man horribly embarrassed because his young
playmate, even at two years old, was perfectly aware of the naughty
deeds being acted upon by her big playmate and tickle monster.

"Go ahead and get dressed, Kitten.  I wanna see you come dance for me,
okay?"

"KAY!"

She was down the hall, back in the bathroom, dressed, and flying toward
the couch in phenomenal time.  He wondered if she'd bothered to put her
panties on, and after she was giggling and squirming around on his lap,
Christopher tugged on the waistband elastic of her shorts so he could
look down inside.  Just as she'd done earlier in the day, Franky had
indeed installed her underpants and grinned at her naughty best friend
and his bold but confident demeanor.  As soon as he determined her show
would be complete from top to toes, he grinned at her, gave her a little
kiss, and then whispered right into her mouth.

"I just wanted to be sure you didn't lose those.  I don't think your
mommy or daddy would like it very much if your panties landed up in my
washing machine."

<Tee-hee>

She blushed, giggled, and loved the way Christopher treated her.  Nobody
had ever been as gentle while being naughty as he was, and Franky was
happy beyond any awareness of how life could possibly turn out.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"Can I dance for you now?"

"I'd like that very much, Angel.  Do you know how to use my music
machine over there?"

"I think so, but ...  could you come help me?"

"Sure."

While Franky was hitting buttons and flipping switches, Christopher was
kneeling behind her and sliding his fingers up and down along the inside
of her thighs, stopping only when the tips of his digits teased up
inside her shorts and thin cotton panties.  Acting as the very obedient
and compliant playmate she splayed her legs and tried not to notice her
naughty older partner's dirty deeds, but loved the constant attention
and had to fight hard to resist giggling or thrusting her slender hips
into his tender intrusion.  Once his nasty digits were tweaking her
nubbin, Franky was quickly enveloped in that same warm sensation of
tingles and electric buzzing between her soft and willing limbs.

Once she got the devices powered up and running, she began to wiggle her
ass into his chest as if to warn him that he was about to be one very
lucky pervert.  She might have let him fondle her for an hour while she
stood in front of his high tech gear, but he withdrew his fingers, stood
up, and smiled at his young playmate.  To make the scene that much more
exotic he cleared the coffee table, turned on some overhead mood
lighting to highlight the table as if it was a stage, and then took a
seat in the front row.  She giggled and acted very coy when he tapped
the top of the table with his flattened palm, hinting that she was
supposed to take her place so he could enjoy the show.

"Up here, Kitten.  I wanna watch you dance up here."

"Kay!"

The moment he helped Franky up onto the table her attitude changed and
she reverted to her professional persona.  Her smile disappeared, her
movements grew confident and graceful, her eyes closed almost all the
way, and her demeanor was one of absolute calm.  If he didn't know any
better she'd been reincarnated from a stripper in the forties or early
fifties.  She looked amazing.

Franky shifted around on her impromptu stage and did everything she
could to prove that she knew how to look good and tease her big lover.
Christopher couldn't believe how absolutely perfect she looked while her
slender and almost featureless body swayed and shimmied.  Were she at
least eighteen, she'd be bringing in six figures before she turned
nineteen.  It was only when she stopped that the haze of lust was broken
and Christopher listened rather than just ogled.

"Aren't you gonna take any pictures, Daddy?"

"OH!  Sorry!  I kinda got hypnotized by my Hollywood model."

<Tee-hee>

Moments later his camera was opened, turned on, pointed in her
direction, and then Christopher tried to make the scene that much more
exciting for the ten year old.

"Ladies and gentlemen, direct from Los Angeles California and after a
long successful career at a Las Vegas exotic dance show, allow me to
introduce the next sexy Miss Young America."

<Tee-hee-hee>

"Go ahead, Angel.  Introduce yourself to your adoring fans."

Acting more like a six year old than the adult woman she was trying to
mimic moments before, Franky nervously shrugged her shoulders together
and tucked her head down slightly as she waved from her hip.

"Hi!"

"What a Goddess!  What a beauty!  Tell us your name, Angel."

"Franky."

"How about a formal introduction, Kitten.  Tell everyone in the whole
world who you really are."

She stood slightly taller, threw her shoulders back slightly, lifted her
chin, and then took on the demeanor of a much older teen.

"Thank you very much for that wonderful welcome, Dah ...  Mr.  Peckham.
My name is Francesca Yvette Huget and I'm very proud to be the next sexy
Miss Young America."

<Haawwwwwwwww>

For Christopher to imitate a huge crowd of people applauding by
breathing through his cupped hand made Franky feel truly special, and
she responded by bowing and sweeping her hands to her sides and then
behind.

"Go ahead, Angel.  Show us what you can do."

His timing was perfect, the next song cued up and starting as he
finished inviting his young dancer to show off.  Once she saw
Christopher moving the camera around in front of her to take lots of
different angled shots, she shifted and swayed back and forth in her
innocent and darling beauty.  After thirty seconds she began to
manipulate her top slightly by tugging on the bottom hem and then
lifting it slightly, as if she was about to begin the erotic portion of
her dance routine.

By the time the first song was half finished she was stretching her top
and lifting it high and far enough away from her body that he got to see
brief peeks of her little breasts.  When he brought the camera closer to
her tummy and pointed it up under her t-shirt she stifled a grin and
drew her top up just far enough for one of her developing breasts to be
seen.  Just as quickly as he stole a glimpse and captured an image of
her little pink point she quickly shoved her top down and held it
tightly to her body so he could see her shape, just on the outside of
her clothes.

The camera was moved and shifted about from near her face, to over her
head, to between her feet, and then to each side.  Each time Christopher
would stop his movements Franky would strike a pose long enough for her
loveliness to be captured forever in digital form and then she'd move to
another position so he'd have something else to watch.

By the end of the song he started to sweat and was excited beyond
measure, because he knew her next song was going to be his reward.  Just
as he predicted as soon as the tune began Franky tugged her top higher
and higher until finally she lifted it up her body, over her head, and
then off her arms.  To make the scene that much more erotic she wrapped
her slender arms over her chest and pretended to hide her small boobies,
a lewd grin on her face and lusty stare into the camera the perfect
match for her erotic preteen beauty.

With each new movement and as the beat thumped and echoed in his house,
Franky allowed more and more of her body to be seen until near the end
of the song she was cupping and fondling her little titties and tugging
on her erect nipples as if to make them grow in front of his eyes.  He
hungered to scoot forward and sample from her tender development, but
there would be plenty of time for that after the show was over and she
let him follow her to her dressing room back stage.

Halfway through the next song her shorts had been undone and teased down
her coltish thighs, the small bundle of fabric falling in a silent hush
around her feet and puddling there until she lifted one and then her
other foot so she could kick her empty garment toward Christopher.  She
seemed to know to make the removal of her last article of clothing the
most anticipated of her nasty act, her movements nothing more than
tantalizing torture for her big playmate.  She'd undulate her pantied
hips back and forth as if to show her older lover-to-be what he could
look forward to when she lost her virginity, and then turn around and
wiggle her plump little girl ass into his face as if to tempt him to
sample from it.  She knew far more about temptation and seduction than
Christopher could have imagined or fantasized about.  Franky was indeed
a living goddess.

To encourage her to strip off her panties Christopher began to move the
camera around between her legs, close to her pantied pud and ass, back
and forth across her naked chest, and back down her tummy as if he was
encouraging her to tug the waistband elastic out for him to see inside.
She eventually did just that, her right hand pulling the flexible band
of thicker material out far enough for the camera to again take in the
view of her plump forward pooching charms safely tucked within.  Pushing
the techy toy down slightly might have been more than a blatant hint,
but Franky wasn't alarmed by Christopher's need to see more and began to
wiggle back and forth as she tugged downward on her last article of
clothing.

In order to capture the scene for posterity, Christopher withdrew and
then assumed a less participatory role as an audience member rather than
part of the wicked play.  Once she saw that he was ready she slowly
turned and danced until she uncovered her plump ass, wiggling her naked
bum at the camera and even spreading her legs slightly to offer a lewd
peek.  Once again the camera was positioned close to her body directly
under her butt for the best possible view, Franky granting that glimpse
by bending forward slightly and pulling her panties down a little more.

When she deemed that part of her show over, she turned around and began
to tease Christopher wickedly with little hints of her plump mons, but
no full view until after the fifth song was almost half over.  The
moment she determined the time right and the heavy beat of the music had
the appropriate inducement, she let her panties go and let Christopher
see every square inch of her lovely bald sweetness.

Rather than rush forward with the camera, Christopher held back and
waited until Franky began to repeat her sexual imitation with her knees
much further apart than before.  He was spellbound as he watched her
hold both hands behind her head and shove her naked hips forward
repeatedly in one of the most lurid and immoral displays of sexual
perversion in his whole life.  Franky wasn't a little girl -- she was
his queen.

The moment her small hands reached out toward the camera, Christopher
leaned forward and let her guide his movements, her petite appendages
gently holding the sides of his hands and directing the video device
straight into her nude and glabrous pussy.  After she determined he was
close enough, she pushed down slightly and hinted that he was supposed
to position the lens in an upward orientation at an angle.  Once in
place, she used the tips of her slender digits to tease her labia apart
right over her clitoris and exposed that tight bundle of nerves for
Christopher and his camera to see.

His heart was pounding in his chest and his cock was throbbing hard
enough to hurt, but he waited for even more.  He got it less than a
minute later when Franky tucked her fingers further between her thighs
and split her nether lips so he could see her vagina.  The LCD display
wouldn't reveal just how incredible that sight was until some time later
when he took the time to watch his lewd video in private.

"Oh, Baby!  You are *SOOOO* hot!"

That one statement seemed to bring the show to a close, the song ending
almost as the last syllable left his lips.  Franky looked relieved and
very tired as she brought her legs together, pushed the camera to the
side, and then jumped into Christopher's lap from the coffee table.  He
turned the digital recorder off, folded it closed, and then set it down
onto the coffee table behind his nude playmate.

"Did you like the naughty show, Daddy?"

"Good gracious, Angel!  That has to have been the best show I've ever
seen in my whole life.  I can't believe how incredibly gorgeous you are
and just how talented too.  Mercy!  If I didn't know better, you're not
ten years old at all, but a twenty two year old Hollywood model that
just made her big boyfriend the happiest guy in the whole world."

"Thanks, Daddy!"

Fractions of a second later he was engulfed in a pair of strong arms and
holding a naked ten year old tight to his body with his right hand
cupping and caressing her taut round ass.

"Oh, Angel ...  I'm so very proud of you, Sweetie!  You've been such a
wonderful little angel for me that I couldn't be happier in my whole
life than I am right now.  Thank you, Baby."

"You're welcome, Daddy."

He held her snugly to his chest and played with her butt for the next
half minute until she pressed her mouth to his left ear and whispered.

"Daddy?"

"Mmm hmmm?"

"Was I being extra naughty just now?"

"Mmmmmm!  Kitten, you were being super extra naughty just now."

<Tee-hee> "Daddy?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"Do you think I need to be punished for being naughty when I danced for
you and let you see my private place?"

Christopher pressed his mouth tight to her left ear and breathed right
into her soul.

"Does my Baby need for her Daddy to give her pussy a little spanking
'cause she was being super extra naughty?"

"Is that my peepee, Daddy?"

"Yes it is, Angel."

"Nuuuuuuuhh -- yes, Daddy!  I need my Daddy to give my pussy another
spanking for a little while."

"Hold onto me, Angel.  I'm gonna carry you to the bedroom."

" kay "

He collected his camera and her clothes by reaching around Franky and
then lifted her into his chest for the brief ride to his bedroom.  As
soon as he was there he gently lay her down, kissed her lips, and then
left a light trail of saliva down her body starting at her chin.  Her
nipples were suckled and licked, played with, and then teased by the tip
of his tongue.  Her belly button was only a temporary distraction, not
so much because he was in a hurry, but because she was far too ticklish
for him to lick for very long.  He could have munched on and licked her
vulva for an hour, but she asked to be disciplined, and he was going to
give her what she wanted.

Franky was panting by the time Christopher was leaning over her body,
her legs splayed, her knees lifted slightly and lying back against the
top of the bed, and her pussy glistening with evidence of her tender
excitement and anticipation.

A quick series of soft pats was her signal that Christopher had begun to
share a form of discipline that nobody could know about.

"My Baby was a very naughty girl for showing off her pussy today."

Even as he was whispering to her Christopher lightly popped her naked
but hungry pussy, each successive blow causing the nude preteen to
flinch and quiver.

"Oh, Daddy!  I'm a bad girl, huh?"

Rather than sound as if she was in distress Franky's voice illustrated a
kind of wicked hunger that only some loving abuse could satisfy.  All of
his constant spanks and pops on her bald vulva drew them both into a
kind of kindred bond that no rope or leather strap could mimic.

"Yes you are, Franky.  You're a very bad girl and I need to spank your
pussy until you've had enough."

The sound of her sexual discipline echoed around his bedroom and through
his house, immediately followed by her impassioned pleas for more.

"Nuuuuaaahhhhh!  No, Daddy!  You need to spank me lots, 'cause I've been
a *very* bad girl today."

Christopher maintained an almost unbroken array of soft spanks on her
bare sweetness, her clitoris aching from the sensation of physical
stimulus through her plump vulva, but still not directly in line with so
much new and eagerly sought out abuse.

The anxious man couldn't believe his luck.  Franky was actually hungry
for their shared passions, her need to be his slave and slut illustrated
more clearly each time they were together.

"Well now ...  that's more like it!  You know you've been naughty and
your Daddy needs to spank your pretty pussy for a long time, huh?"

A continuous series of soft pats on her pussy was just the sort of
stimulation Franky needed from her long lost older boyfriend.  She
proved just how much she enjoyed his attention when she answered.

"Yes, Daddy!  A long, long time!"

Had it not been for her intense grip around him and the impassioned
timbre of her voice Christopher might have assumed Franky was truly in
pain.  But the way she kept pushing her nude mons veneris into the air
toward his bare right hand and kept her thighs apart proved that she was
a fully supportive partner in their lewd and immoral game.

Each time his bare right hand popped her plump and increasingly crimson
pussy the sound echoed through his house and his head.  Nothing could
come between them and her eager requirement for more solidified their
secret and intensely passionate bond.

"I may need to do some things to show you how you were naughty today,
Baby, and you can't tell me no."

More was being hinted at by the man, and the preteen was just as eager
to be coaxed into more as he was to offer it.

"Okay, Daddy!  You can, nnnnnn, you can do anything, sssssssss, that you
...  that you ...  that you want to with my pussy."

The next set of loving spanks was met with a shaking smile on his face.

"That's my nasty little girl!"

Christopher felt her hands tugging on his head, as if he needed any
hints to take their pleasure to the next level.

Every nasty and loving spank he placed onto her naked charms after that
was soon followed by a few long licks from her ass all the way to her
clitoris.  The first one caused his young playmate to surge upward, and
each one after that for her to push her pubis as hard as she could into
his face and mouth.  When he focused his attention onto her clitoris and
flicked it with the end of his tongue Franky almost went wild.

"YES, DADDY!  Show me where I was a bad girl!"

Rather than express his attention to her as a form of discipline the
horny man began to tongue and masturbate his preteen guest with no
concern for her tender age.

"NUUUAAAAAAA!!!  Daaahhhhh-DEEEEEEEEE!!!"

Christopher had become addicted to the sound of her baby-like voice as
the moment of her joy suffused every nerve and muscle in Franky's body.
She went from hard twitches when his hand planted an almost continuous
array of light loving smacks onto her bald pubis and plump labia majora
where her clitoris was hiding, to strong undulations into his face when
he claimed and then subdued that aching bundle of nerves with his lips.
But the most lurid and wicked pleasure came when her body went rigid
from intense stimulation, her small hands tightly holding his face
against her naked pussy as her orgasm swept from her vagina to every
other muscle from head to feet so that even her breathing stopped when
the greatest of her pleasure was achieved.  Sucking hard on her nubbin
and flicking at it when she was locked into a rigid and inanimate block
of living stone was beyond cruel -- it was a celebration in lewd sexual
perversion that Christopher had never known before.

It took Franky almost fifteen minutes before she was able to say a
single intelligent word.  The only things that escaped her lips were
either air or whimpers for a quarter of an hour, her tummy fluttering,
her chest heaving, and her grip on Christopher's hair akin to a
depilatory expert fractions of a second before the sharp sting of pain
was felt from a waxed-filled cloth.  It actually felt good to the man,
as if he were paying a meager price for having intoxicated a preteen
girl with the potent cocktail of pain and sexual gratification.  Even as
she was rhythmically bucking in minor quakes to the feather-light touch
of his lingual tool she had a firm grip of his head and never pushed him
away.  Christopher had finally found his sexual playmate ...  and she
was just ten years old!

"Hah!  Nuuhh!  Mmmmm!  Oh, Daddy!  That was the best feeling in the
whole world!  I - I - I wish you could do that to me everyday!"

"I will if you want me to, Baby.  But I need to be careful 'cause I
don't want to hurt your tender pussy too much if we get a chance to play
our special discipline game."

"It doesn't hurt too much, Daddy!  Besides ...  I need to be punished
all the time 'cause I always do lots of little bad things.  Now you can
punish me like my daddy never has and I'll even like it a whole bunch."

"We just need to be mindful that you're just my baby lover, Franky, and
your body is still growing in lots of places.  We can play a lot, but we
need to remember that you really are just a little girl, even though I
know you're a full grown woman on the inside."

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Kitten?"

"Can we take a bath together, please?  I need to get all clean with my
Daddy so he can wash me.  I'm too tired right now."

Christopher considered her request carefully.  After all, Franky was
exhausted, almost asleep, and unable to do much more than keep her eyes
open, so she should be easy to control and unlikely to reach for
'things' on his body.  It took him about a half minute of meticulous
consideration before he kissed her bald pud one last time, shifted off
the bed, tucked his arms under her neck and knees, and then took her to
his bathroom.  After a short stop on the potty she was lying asleep in
his arms with a tub full of steaming water up to their chins.

He kept her in his grasp until her bath was conducted, her hair washed
first, and then her slender frame laved clean and pure.  Sure, he got to
push his aching cock between her thighs from underneath and split her
lithe grip with slow and urgent thrusts, but he kept the apex of his
manhood out of her body and avoided taking what she hadn't offered.  He
might have wanted to complete his sexual training of the little preteen,
but Nature would *not* have looked kindly on his deed and Franky would
be in far too much pain to appreciate their first time as anything but
cruel and disgusting.  If they grew together long enough he might have
time to reconsider, but until she was a mature teen he'd have to wait.

Once they were clean he drained the tub and dried them both.  After one
last stop on the commode he carried a naked and sleeping ten year old to
his bed.  Falling asleep with her tight to his left side and one of her
hands tucked around his chest under his right arm felt so incredibly
natural and soothing.  Why did that night have to take so long to be
shared with the only little girl Christopher had ever fantasized about?

When he woke up some time that night he felt the firm grip of a petite
set of digits wrapped around his penis.  Franky wasn't masturbating or
exploring him with any genuine intent, but had claimed the one thing of
his body that had remained a disengaged participant in a crude and
immoral party that never should have started.  Christopher didn't mind
at all and celebrated in the firm grasp his young sleeping partner had
of his sexual tool, secretly hoping she'd tug on him just enough to urge
a new and very dangerous kind of game that would certainly have a far
different outcome.  He lie awake for two hours waiting for some wicked
deed to come, but Franky was asleep and took no provocative action other
than to hold onto him in some innocent need to feel a measure of control
and comfort.

That wasn't the case when the room was lit with the bright glow of first
morning's light, her petite fingers delicately exploring him with a fair
amount of concentration.  What had been firm with normal nocturnal
hormonal rhythms immediately became engorged with blood and throbbed
with each of his heartbeats and conscious need.  He didn't want to spoil
the mood or lose the sensation of her small hand on his cock, but his
intelligence had a small effect on him ...  at least for the moment.

"Are you supposed to be doing that, Angel?  I might have wanted to do
something with you while you were sleeping that your body isn't ready
for yet."

"You mean ...  like ...  making a baby, Daddy?"

"That's what I mean, Angel.  When men are asleep they tend to dream
things that aren't proper, and one of those things is having sex with
ten year old girls."

"Then ...  I'm not ready yet, Daddy?"

"No, Baby, you're not ready yet."

"How do you know, Daddy?"

Ah ...  sex education in real time.

"Because there's this very tender and thin membrane of skin at the
entrance of your vagina that prevents anything big from going in unless
it's torn first.  When I was touching you yesterday and last night I
could tell that you still have that ...  your hymen.  You're still a
virgin, Baby, and I'd kinda like to keep you that way ...  at least for
a *little* while."

"Why, Daddy?  Don't you love me?  Don't you want to do some more stuff?"

"Of course I love you, Angel!  But tearing that skin is very painful and
can be messy since you'll most likely bleed when it gets torn.  It's
just like when you cut your hand or scrape your knee really badly."

He hesitated for a moment, the sensation of her hand pulling his penis
harder toward her body a sure sign that she wanted something that was
the most vile and disgusting act a man can force onto a little girl.

"Your body will be ready some day and you'll get to experience the
moment when you go from being a little girl and turn into a woman."

"But I want *you* to turn me into a woman, Daddy!  I love you, Daddy,
and don't want nobody else to make me all grown up."

Christopher forced her hand from his throbbing cock, pulled her up his
body slightly, wrapped his arms as far around her as he could, and then
hugged an innocent and far too curious little girl at the moment of her
most dangerous weakness.

"I love you so much, Baby.  I wish you knew how much I'd love to share
such an intimate and special night or day with you, Kitten.  Just
hearing you ask me to do that fills me with such happiness ...  I'm the
happiest man alive at this moment."

Even though Franky didn't get what she 'thought' she wanted that quiet
morning, she did get something that would mean more to her immature and
extremely malleable mind -- a mature lover who would never hurt her.

They silently hugged each others' nude bodies for five minutes, soft
breathing and rapid heartbeats the only evidence the other person was
alive.  Even his hands remained motionless around her slender body, any
desire he had to touch and fondle her easily acted upon, but the moment
too precious to ruin with coarse sexual perversion or vulgar attempts to
prove superiority.

It was only an impending need to conduct his normal daily activities
that forced him to reconsider staying in bed with Franky for another few
minutes.

"Kitten?"

"Yes, Daddy?"

"I need to go potty, Angel.  Why don't you go use the other bathroom
while I'm in mine?  We can meet back here in a little while for one last
hug before we need to get dressed and go have breakfast."

"But ...  Daddy!  Can't we keep our clothes off for like ...  a lot
longer today?"

Sneaking out with her words and with a slightly trembling voice Franky
was sharing a need to see what she'd been touching and holding for quite
a while that night.  Should he?  Could he?  Dare he let Franky see his
body and what most likely would be a continuously erect throbbing menace
until her parents called?

"Please, Daddy?  I promise I'll never tell anyone in the whole world."

She seemed to understand the implications of their both being naked like
that, her preteen mind not nearly as devoid of intelligence and maturity
as most people would assume.  He knew how he was going to answer his
young and hairless playmate, even though it might be a decision he'd
regret much later in his life.

"Sure, Baby.  But you realize that I'm gonna be stiff like that for a
long time, don't you?"

"Is that 'cause you wanna make a baby with me, Daddy?"

"Well ...  kinda.  But mostly it's because I know you'll be able to see
me, and that's very exciting, Angel."

"You like me looking at you, Daddy?"

"Almost as much as you like me looking at you, Baby."

"Then ...  from now on we're both gonna be naked together all the time,
'cause I want you to feel those special tingles I feel when you're
looking at me when I ain't got no clothes on."

A broad smile filled his face and a tender warmth beyond her small body
raised his temperature to unimagined levels.  How could such a tender
and innocent little girl provide for such wicked and carnal pleasure
when she wasn't even old enough to sprout tits or pubic hair?

"I love you so much, Baby.  Please tell me if I ever make you feel bad
or scared, 'cause I want our love to always be tender and happy."

"You won't hurt me or scare me, Daddy.  I know you won't."

"Come on, Kitten.  We need to get going."

"Daddy?"

"Uh huh?"

"I wish we could stay right here forever."

"I do too, Baby, but your mom and dad will be calling soon and I need to
make sure you're dressed and fed before they do."

"Daddy?"

"Yes?"

"Can we just do some other stuff until then?"

"As long as we'll have time to be ready to take you home ...  sure!"

Her grip around his neck and the forward thrust of her nude hips nearly
stole any reluctance to take what she'd offered earlier.  It was the
growing discomfort within his body that ruined the moment.

"We need to get busy, Kitten.  Up you get."

Moments later he was sequestered in his bathroom and Franky was by
herself in the hall potty.

It took Christopher far longer to emerge from his bathroom than it did
his ten year old and very anxious playmate.  Sure, she brushed her
teeth, washed her face, brushed her hair, and went potty, but that
really didn't take more than ten minutes anyway.  Lying naked in his bed
with the bed linens pulled all the way to her chin was her only escape
from the boredom of having to wait for her older lover.

Thankfully she fell under the spell of sleep before he finished, lest
she may be tempted to turn his bathroom door knob and sneak inside his
domain like a naughty little girl.  She'd eagerly accept her punishment,
but she didn't even need to be bad anymore if she wanted that.  All she
had to do was ask her handsome and mature lover and he'd eagerly give
her what she craved.

"Franky?  Kitten?"

"Hmmm?"

"Wake up, Baby!  Daddy's here."

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Angel.  Daddy's here."

Her movements may have been anticipated, but her arms seemed to travel
faster than his vision could keep up with.  Before he knew what had
happened Franky lunged forward, wrapped her arms around his neck, and
was pressing her left cheek against his smooth and recently shaved face.
His arms were tucked around her back and also under her plump little
girl ass, her body lifted slightly and then brought almost all the way
out from under the covers.

She loved the smell of his aftershave and smiled to herself as she
tightened her grip, the only man in the whole world who meant everything
to her with her again and in her grasp.  His touch was like a fuel that
filled her whole body with electricity as if she was a living battery
that was re-energized with each touch and caress.

"I love you, Daddy."

"I love you too, Baby."

"Daddy?"

"Mmm hmmm?"

"Can we be naked ...  just for a tiny little bit, please?"

"Sure, Baby.  But you better watch out, 'cause I might tickle any tender
bare skin that I get to see."

Christopher withdrew his hands just enough to find her well mapped and
highly sensitive tummy and ribs, a hard jerk and strong wiggle from his
tickles celebrated with a joyous laugh and high-pitched giggle.  Franky
writhed and danced on his bed from all the loving abuse, his tickles the
perfect means to get her moving in all sorts of unplanned directions.

"Tickles!  Ha-ha-ha-ha!"

"Gonna eat you up, Kitten!  Gonna munch on your tummy!"

"Eeeeeeek!  Hee-hee-hee-hee!  Too much!  TICKLES!"

His lips and tongue knew exactly where to go and how hard to press in
order to make his tender playmate happy.  His nibbles and licks were
completely governed by playful intent and innocent laughter rather than
crude sexual need or prurient desire.  There was no need for that
anymore since they could have fun and share lots of special intimate
moments later on.

After a well-deserved round of tummy tickles, Franky was a squirming
mass of happy little girl once more, just like she was many years
before.  After their brief game ended, they stared into each others'
stare for a moment, kissed lovingly, and then began their day together.

Christopher had never intentionally walked around his house in the nude,
particularly in front of a visitor, and especially in front of a preteen
angel who was just as bare.  But after ten minutes of crimson blushes
and nervous diverted visual gazes they both settled into a calm and
comfortable routine that included getting breakfast ready.  Eating that
prepared meal with Franky in his lap and both of them excited to be that
close together with nothing between them added something to the bond
they'd already developed.

<Tweedle-eedle-eedle-eedle>

The sound of his cell phone ringing sent an intense chill down his back
and Christopher held Franky as snugly to his body as he could as he ran
to his bedroom.  First he needed to get them dressed, and then he needed
to answer the phone call that he dreaded.

Still panting from his race to return to public decency he pressed the
green button and tried to sound calm.

"Hello?"

"Morning, Chris!"

"Good morning, Carla!  How are you this morning?"

"Well, to be honest ...  kinda beat."

"Really!  So ...  what might I do for you this morning?"

"Chris, would you be a dear and keep Franky over at your house until
later on today?  Yves and I aren't going to be moving around a lot for a
while and it would be really super if you'd be willing to take care of
her again today.  Do you mind?"

Franky was close enough to hear her mother's voice and almost let out a
jubilant squeal.  She bounced up and down and silently clapped her hands
together wearing a broad smile and clothes that would soon come off.

"Well ...  I don't know, Carla."

Franky's face dropped and her eyes got as big as dinner plates.

"I'd hate to keep tickling Franky and hear her laugh for quite that
long, because I'm sure she'd want at least *some* rest before she has to
come home later."

Her animated visual dissent seemed comical, her hair whipping her face
as she shook her head back and forth.

"Come on, Chris, please let her stay at your place until we're more
awake to move around, okay Sweetie?  Please?"

"Well ...  I guess I could."

Franky's expression changed back to one of delight and her body erupted
in another round of vertical movements.  It looked as if she was trying
to prove that gravity was only a temporary restriction that little girls
could easily overcome with enough determination.

"Thanks, Sweetie.  I'll be sure to make it worth your while.  Now look,
I'm beat and I need some rest, so why don't you two just forget all
about any restrictions Franky would normally be held to on Sundays.
Have a good time and I'll call later."

"No problem, Carla.  I'll take good care of my little girlfriend."

"Thanks, Chris.  I'll call later."

"Sure!  Bye."

"Bye."

<click>

The moment Christopher closed his phone and set it down Franky was all
over him.  Her embrace was a welcome pain that filled the man with a
kind of warmth he'd always hungered for but hadn't enjoyed for years.
His young playmate used to be hugged quite a bit, even when she wasn't
in her diapers or panties.  With Franky old enough to know what they
were doing and conscious of any repercussions her desire to be in his
home and resume all those previously innocent naked games filled both of
their hearts to overflowing.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"Can we ...  ?"

"Yes, Baby.  We can do anything that you want to."

"Anything, Daddy?"

Christopher pulled back slightly, looked at a blushing ten year old, and
saw a lurid smile form on her face that told him a lot more than could
have been communicated with words.  In spite of his desire to consummate
their unique bond and share a kind of love that was highly immoral, he
ran his hands over her soft cheeks, brushed her hair from her face, and
then whispered into her mouth.

"We need to be really careful, Angel.  I may want to do what you're
thinking about, but your body isn't quite ready yet.  If you really want
to learn about what it might feel like, then we can play a little bit in
a slightly different way, but you can't argue with me if I determine
that you're really not ready, okay?  Will you promise me?"

"But ...  can we at least try, Daddy, please?"

"We can try, Baby.  If you're that anxious then we can do something that
will make both of us feel good without hurting you."

"What's that, Daddy?"

"Are you sure, Baby?  It's gonna sound really scary or gross."

"No it won't, Daddy!  I'll be okay, I promise!  Tell me!"

Christopher pressed his lips to her left elfin curl and barely uttered
the most wicked sexual game he could have wanted to play with a preteen.

"What if I wanted to put it some place that's still nice and tight, but
won't cause you to bleed or hurt if we take our time?"

"Where, Daddy?"

"Your bummy, Angel."

Christopher could feel Franky shiver and blush, the intense heat of her
face against the outside of his ear ample notification that she was
horribly embarrassed.  But she was far more eager than he expected.

"Okay, Daddy.  As long as we go slow and you tell me what to expect,
then we can do anything that you want to."

A new idea formed in his mind that needed to be shared.

"What if I really wanted to do something that might seem dirty, Baby?
Would you let me put it some place a lot different than your butt?"

Franky knew instantly where her older lover was going to coax his fat
cock, and in spite of the wild tumbling going on in her small tummy she
knew she'd let her new lover do anything to her.

"Okay, Daddy.  I'll let you do anything with me."

"Get undressed, Baby.  I wanna take you to bed so we can play for a
little while longer."

" kay "

The one thing that Christopher did without asking was to place his new
high tech camera on his dresser pointed toward his bed so he could
capture what was sure to be a wicked scene.

After they were both undressed and lying close to each other, Franky
assumed she knew what was going to happen next.  The thought of his cock
going some place other than her small hands or tingly pussy horrified
her a little bit, but the rush of being naughty and the excitement of
doing something wrong seemed to drive her on.

With a deft grip of his glans and a strong tug toward her face Franky
drew her older lover across the bed until his hips were closer to her
nose than they'd ever been before.  Sure, Christopher had been greedily
licking and sucking on her naked genitals, but she hadn't considered
returning the favor until he'd mentioned it.  But fair was fair, and she
knew to share every ounce of pleasure so their time together could be
considered fun.

The bright crimson and slick bulbous end of his cock seemed huge in her
small hands, especially because her mouth was less than six inches from
it by the time Christopher had shifted up his huge bed.  He'd help
Franky with the preliminaries, but he wouldn't push or force her to go
through with it unless she seemed ready.  Franky proved she was when she
closed her eyes and pressed her bee-stung lips to the end of his penis.

They remained connected for about ten seconds, the hot feel of his glans
against her smooth lips a kind of kiss that neither of them was totally
prepared for.  Christopher wanted to lunge forward and thrust his cock
into her small mouth, and Franky needed to prove that she was a big girl
and could play the kind of games that older women could offer her
boyfriend when he needed some sexual pleasure, but their self control
was far more than either expected, and their touch lasted long enough to
afford her courage and him pleasure.

She withdrew, leaned back, looked at the throbbing menace in her hands,
licked her lips, and wasn't as disgusted or repulsed as she imagined.
In fact, she liked the strange salty flavor of his clear ooze after she
took a swipe of her wet lips and broke out into a huge grin.  It wasn't
going to be quite as scary as she thought, and while looking right at
his impressive if not slightly strangely configured cock she leaned
forward once again and licked his dick.

"Unnnnnnnnn!"

Christopher flinched at the lewd sensation of a preteen laving his cock
with her tongue and groaned, yet another wonderful sexual game about to
be played with a little girl who'd always been his best fantasy
playmate.  Her lips slipping over the plump knob of his penis and
snapping beyond the flare of his cock head was too much for the man, and
he lightly gripped her head and held her in place so he could lunge into
her mouth just one time.

Franky didn't fight him at all.  In fact, she relaxed her mouth, closed
her eyes, and accepted that she was going to be used like a naughty
little girl should.  Rather than plunge headlong into her small mouth,
Christopher tendered a small measure of his penis into her maw with
short thrusts, only the most timid portion of his cock allowed to remain
beyond the circular dimensions of her lips.  Franky actually looked
relaxed as her older lover and long-time playmate repeatedly urged into
her face with slight rhythmic movements and gained a kind of pleasure
that neither of them could have imagined would feel so wonderful.

Christopher knew he was pushing his young lover and in spite of his need
for complete sexual satisfaction lightly shoved against her face instead
of pulling it closer to his recently shaved genitals.  His surprise was
when Franky whimpered through her nose and leaned further forward,
taking a bit more into her mouth than he'd anticipated.

"Take it easy, Baby.  I don't want to hurt you or make you do anything
you don't want to."

Franky heard Christopher but completely ignored him, her small hands
pushing around his naked hips and cupping his ass so she had a better
grip.  Moments after she'd assumed a more dominant grasp of his body she
began to push forward and take more of his penis into her mouth.  Chris
was far too excited to fight her and allowed her to do as much as she
wanted since she was old enough to make her own decisions.  She only
stopped when the end of his cock pressed slightly too far into her
mouth, which forced her to gag slightly and pull backward.  Christopher
drew backward so quickly that Franky unintentionally bit down and
scraped her teeth across the sensitive flesh of his throbbing and blood
engorged penis.

"SSSSSSSSSSSS!!!  Don't bite, Angel!  Relax your jaw and let me go!"

It took every portion of conscious thought for Franky to force her mouth
even wider and allow his steaming dick to come free, but once he was
able to withdraw the sensation of discomfort passed for both of them and
Franky immediately returned her lips to and then around his dick.

"Go slow, Baby!  There's no hurry!"

But to Franky there was indeed a hurry, since she'd have to go home all
too soon, and she needed to feel even more nasty things before her
mother called and forced her to leave her handsome and gentle lover.

The last uncomfortable moment was quickly forgotten and Franky began to
gain an awareness of what felt good for her playmate and how far she
could push her mouth down his curved cock.  What had been an unusual and
unpleasant first sensation deep inside her mouth was quickly altered to
be a hot dessert that needed to remain within.  If her friends at school
found out about her wicked deed they would have thought it was nasty,
but there was nothing disgusting or dirty about what she was giving her
older boyfriend, because she loved him with all her heart.

She unintentionally swallowed a couple of times and was surprised at how
easily a greater portion of his penis could go into her mouth, the once
disgusting sensation that made her want to puke completely averted and
turned into a strong need to eat her older lover alive.  Before she was
aware of what she'd accomplished, her nose was pressed against the
smooth shaved area of Christopher's body and her chin was being hugged
by the warmth of his scrotum.  Neither of them wanted that sensation to
end so he gripped her head slightly and began a lewd movement that
Franky knew was as natural as breathing.

Starting slowly Christopher fucked her mouth in long careful shifts
until he understood what his young lover was capable of.  She was
capable of a lot more than he could have dreamed.

Between his tugging her face into his body and the strong suction of her
mouth onto his cock they began to enjoy something that overtook any
expectation.  Franky was going to quickly turn into Christopher's cum
slut and he zealously anticipated lying back on his bed while his
preteen whore serviced him at his beckon call.

The sensation of his balls tingling interrupted his obscene and vulgar
mental images of a ten year old prostitute working him over on a daily
or nightly basis.

"Mmmmmmm!  Bay-Bay-Baby!  Slow down, Angel!  I'm gonna ...  I'm gonna
cum soon and I don't wanna scare you!"

Again Franky completely ignored what he said and kept bobbing furiously
up and down along his length, the sensation of his cock inside her mouth
more than the physical sensation.  She was secretly and unintentionally
developing a need that she'd never known before, and her older lover was
going to help her improve on that compulsion every chance they got.

"Mmmm!  Mmmm!  Mmmm!"

Franky's moans and whimpers sounded so sexy and exciting that Chris
allowed her to direct their next union, his hands held lightly across
her lovely head and his blood boiling in his body as she sucked and
mouthed his penis with abandon.  If she kept up her excited antics she
was going to get what she wanted, even if she wasn't ready for it.

The moment was upon them much more quickly than their minds were
prepared for it.  As the first steaming blast of semen painted the back
of her throat Christopher gripped her head snugly and issued a one word
command that came across like nothing he'd ever said to Franky.

"SWALLOW!"

She accepted his order and his sperm without any reluctance, his second
and succeeding offerings allowed to pass onto and then beyond her tongue
until it was only his involuntary stuttering twitches she received.  The
feel of his body jerking around and the salty milk that she willingly
drank filled her with more than the meager sample of his liquid love;
she was more tightly bonded to her secret lover than any person in her
life, including her father and mother.

To prove just how much she loved her new boyfriend Franky proceeded to
shift her mouth back and forth yet again, her repeated swallows allowing
a very comfortable sensation of warmth from his cock along the back of
her throat until it seemed perfectly normal for her to have something
that big in her small mouth.  Where Christopher had tenderly encouraged
his preteen lover to accept his tool before, Franky was hungrily and
almost recklessly repeating her efforts until Christopher was the lesser
partner in their bond.

The moment of his second climax was upon him far sooner than he could
have imagined, his young and tender cum slut taking to her role far
quicker than any bizarre tale he'd heard about.  In spite of her vigor
and youthful exuberance, she may in fact be old enough to comprehend the
consequences of their union after they took the time to talk about what
they'd just shared.  After he celebrated in what amounted to the most
wicked but erotic sensation Christopher looked down his naked body at
his preteen lover.  He could have remained there and let Franky do
anything she wished, but his second pleasure needed to be returned with
dividends, so Christopher tugged almost crudely at her smaller body and
twisted her in place until her slender thighs were against his ears.

For the next hour he serviced her with just as much urgency as she had
him, an almost continuous involuntary twitch of her bald and soft pussy
against his mouth as she held his rigid penis inside hers.  His lips and
tongue were like softer and more deft extensions of his fingers along
her tender clitoris and vaginal slit, the sensations far too exciting
and nasty for Franky to make Christopher stop his naughty game.  It felt
so good, in fact, that Franky was losing any fear of the pain that Chris
had warned her about, his penis allowed to come free so she could say
her first words in quite a while.

"Dah-Dah-Dah-Dee!  I need ...  "

There was just enough consciousness in his head to know what she was
attempting to invite and just as much cognizance to preserve what he was
eager to steal from his preteen lover.  He might let her play a little
bit, but he wasn't about to land in jail before he'd ripped her insides.

Moments after she worked her pud from his face Franky spun in place and
held the end of his penis in her right hand as she used the tips of her
left index and middle fingers to locate the natural female receptacle of
a man's sexual member.  Still panting and excited beyond intelligence,
she wiggled the end of his cock back and forth over her clitoris until
her next orgasm washed through her slender body like an unexpected blast
of heat.  It might have hurt Christopher for her to push against the end
of his cock with her aching nubbin, but the sight of a naked ten year
having one sweet cum with his tool was truly a once in a lifetime
pleasure.

Her body bucked and jerked around in wild involuntary spasms, his hands
required against her small titties to keep her from falling over onto
his body so she could celebrate in her orgasm much longer.  The poor
little girl was lost to three or four minutes of continuous and mind
boggling tingles, the feel of her older lover's cock in one hand as she
directed it against her own clitty something that nearly drove her
insane.  It didn't matter what she had to do from then on, she'd want to
share their new joining as much as possible.

Somewhere in the middle of her unconscious bucks and lurches she began
to push the end of his dick under her body.  Christopher was just smart
enough to move one of his hands to help direct his penis slightly
further back than Franky might have wanted, but the new thrill was an
acceptable alternative to what might have been painful.  Coated with a
generous layer of sexual salve stolen from her preteen vaginal orifice,
Christopher was able to tease at the tight muscular grip of her pursed
rear opening until the flare of his glans snapped past.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!"

"If it hurts, Baby, I can stop!"

"Nuuuuuhhhhhhh ...  NOOOOO!!!"

Franky accepted the painful but strangely welcome sensation of fullness
to her ass, as if she had to go stinky really badly.  It didn't take her
very long before the back of her thighs and her plump round little girl
ass was resting on his hips and her whole body felt as if it was on
fire.  How could something so wicked feel so incredibly satisfying?

Poor Christopher couldn't hold out more than three minutes before the
image of her nude body slowly twitching and bucking up and down onto his
turgid cock spilled over from physical pleasure to mental rapture.  To
make it a supremely special moment for both of them he used the tips of
his right index and middle fingers to masturbate her clitoris until
Franky began to wail and scream.

"Aaaaaaaa-eeeeeeeEEEEEEEE!!!  Daaaahhhhh-DEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

The moment she tightened up and lunged forward hard, Christopher gripped
her aching nubbin, rolled it around in small circles, and then stabbed
up into her ass with the remaining portion of his energy reserves.
Their union spilled over from sexual pleasure to spiritual astonishment.

They finally settled down when Franky fell forward onto his chest.

For the next fifteen minutes they both felt his penis throbbing inside
her ass, the automatic and rhythmic pulsation a queer form of memory for
their highly immoral bond.  Franky remained on top of Christopher's hips
and pushed her arms as far under and around his body as she could, his
hands holding her nude preteen form tight to his naked mature frame.

It was only an unexpected smile and giggle that turned the moment from
one of lurid lust into a tender game that made his nasty deed seem much
less so.

<Tee-hee>

"What, Baby?"

"My Daddy's gonna need a bath soon, and I'm gonna help him too."

Ten minutes later and after she'd spent a couple of minutes on the
potty, Franky had two small hands full of his extremely sensitive cock
and watched Christopher flinch and twitch each time she slipped her
fingers around and over his glans.  As their passions melted away in the
hot water around their bodies in his huge garden tub they touched and
caressed any portion of each others' bodies they desired.  It was the
perfect means to relax and calm their nervous agitation, even if Franky
was doing her best to stimulate her older lover rather than settle him
down.  He didn't care one way or the other.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"Did it feel good to you?"

"Sweet Mercy, Baby!  That was the most wicked and sexy feeling I've ever
felt in my life."

"Daddy?"

"Mmm hmmm?"

"Are we gonna do that again when we have time?"

"Kitten ...  we can do that as much as you want to.  I don't want to
appear greedy, but I may be a bit more anxious to fuhh ...  make love to
you like that than maybe I should be.  I don't want to hurt your tender
bits, Angel, but it would give me tremendous pleasure to share that with
you as much as I can."

"Then ...  you liked it too?"

"Sweetie ...  if I wasn't so tired, I'd pull you slightly higher up my
body and ...  and I'd fuck that tight ass for another hour or two."

"Huuuuuu!!!"

Franky gasped, cupped her mouth, and blushed at such a crude word being
used in her presence.

"Daddy, you said the bad 'F' word!"

"I know, Kitten, I know.  I'm sorry if I embarrassed you, but there's
only one way to illustrate how incredibly wonderful it would be to do
that with you as much as I wanted."

It didn't take the curious and excited little girl more than a few
seconds to consider extending her naughty streak slightly, timidly
nuzzled her body tight to her older boyfriend's, and asked a fateful and
potentially dangerous question.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"Am I ...  am I allowed to use that word too?"

The fullness of his deed and the barbarity of that disgusting word in
such a tender pair of lips immediately encouraged a slightly different
inducement for the perverted man.  He lowered his mouth to her petite
and previously innocent mouth and attempted to provide her some room to
be naughty, but with restrictions.

"Kitten ...  I'll let you use that word only when we're playing our
nasty games, okay?"

"So ...  if I wanna say that word, I can only say it when we're gonna be
...  "

Christopher knew what she wanted or needed to say, so he whispered back
as he softly cupped her plump and glabrous pussy with one hand.

"Go ahead, Baby.  I'll let you say it this one time."

Franky blushed from forehead to her breasts, a lovely crimson glow that
made her look even younger because of the delicate innocence of her
demeanor as she sat nude in the water of his tub.

" ...  fucking?"

Both of them felt an intense tingle well up from deep within their
bodies, the use of such a lurid and crude word stirring more than just
the thought of the deed.  Christopher seemed to feed off of Franky's
excitement and lust and gently rolled her clitoris around as he spoke.

"Is my nasty little girl telling me that she needs something?"

"Yes, Daddy!"

"Then ...  you better see to it that we take care of that need, huh?"

"Can we, Daddy?  Can we ...  fuck again?"

"Turn around and come here, Baby.  I wanna fuck that tight ass of yours
again and play with you at the same time."

"Oh, Daddy!"

Rather than wash each other in the tub, Christopher and Franky spent the
next half hour sharing another immoral sexual bond that filled her with
a kind of fire that she couldn't get enough of, and encouraged a type of
control over him that could potentially spell his doom.  The feel of her
soft round ass being split by his cock and the smooth bald sweetness of
her plump vulva and small breasts in his hands did more for him than a
room full of money.  He was finally sharing something with his little
playmate that no fantasy or dream could compare to.

It wasn't easy, but they were able to end their wild sexual antics long
enough to apply some soap to each other, rinse, and then get dry.  As
they stared into each others' eyes they quietly shared some Chinese food
that Christopher had delivered just after noon.  Sitting on the couch in
the nude and feeding his naked ten year old neighbor small samples of
food wasn't exactly what her mother meant by granting them a bit more
freedom on Sunday, but their relationship was beyond any intelligence
...  at least for a while.

Without any fanfare and with a little pout on her elfin face Christopher
took Franky home a few minutes after Carla called later that day.

Looking into Franky's eyes might have stirred them to act crudely, but
her parents' presence was a fairly obvious clue that he needed to apply
a modicum of restraint.  He might have wanted to coax Carla into letting
him take possession of her daughter for another few days or maybe a year
or two, but Christopher knew not to push his luck as he gave Franky one
last hug just inside their front door.

"You be good and do everything that your mom and dad ask, young lady.
If they allow you to, then you can come over to my house as much as you
want, but only if you have their permission."

"Honest, Kruhh ...  Mr.  Peckham?  I can come over if my Mommy and Daddy
say I can?"

"That's right!  But you have to remember to do your homework, your
chores, and act like a lady at all times.  I'll be watching out for you
when you're with me, but you have to watch out when I'm not around."

"Kay!"

"Goodnight, Kitten.  You be good and I'll see you soon."

"Nite!"

With one last hug Franky took off to her room with a slightly
uncoordinated gait, as if there was something tickling her lovely little
ass.  If Yves and Carla knew it had been Christopher's cock doing the
deed, they would have called the cops in a second.

All too soon Christopher's house was quiet and the comfortable sensation
of his little nude playmate's body was something he missed more than his
freedom.  While he lie back and masturbated Franky was preparing for her
next school day.  What he didn't know and she'd never share was an
almost constant unseen adventure by at least one deft finger inside her
panties and over her clitoris.

Over the next couple of weeks Franky was allowed to spend lots of time
in her older playmate's house after school, but only until dinner was
ready and her father about to arrive home.  It proved difficult to
resist stripping her clothes off so they could tumble around in his bed,
but with only an hour each visit they both agreed that oral sex could
suffice until the weekends.

The first Saturday the immoral couple might have a chance to have
another go at anal sex the anxious girl's father wanted to take
Christopher to dinner as a token of his appreciation for taking care of
his daughter.  So much for any private time for the immoral lovers in
the single man's bed.

The following weekend Christopher was called away for an extended
business trip out of town, Franky disappointed at the loss of her best
friend and secret lover, but the ten year old was smart enough not to
show a tremendous degree of her emotions because of what her mother and
father might assume.  Rather than have any chances to venture into her
older lover's bedroom and strip herself naked, Franky had to find other
things to do.  She decided to utilize some of her newfound confidence
and courage to attempt yet another careful exploration of that scary
room in her parents' basement after her parents were gone.

For almost thirty minutes while her mother was shopping and her father
was playing golf with his friends, Franky carefully examined everything
in her parents' dungeon without touching anything.  She was horrified at
the way everything looked, but she was also growing incredibly curious
about what it might feel like to be tied up and disciplined.  She loved
the feel of her older boyfriend's bare hand while he spanked her bare
fanny and even more when he struck her nude pussy.  Then there was the
glorious sensation of sexual release when Christopher cupped his lips
over her hairless vulva and sucked her clitoris between his lips at the
culmination of her naughty albeit gentle torture.  But what would it
feel like if she was all tied up and forced into a wicked position like
some of the ones illustrated in a very explicit training manual that
she'd found sitting openly on a shelf with lots of other bondage and
discipline books?

With her older boyfriend gone and for almost a month Franky took more
daring ventures into her parents' domain, checking things out, touching
their 'toys', rubbing her hands and body with a few of the whips and
ropes that hung low enough on the wall for her to reach, and even
slipping her hands into a few of the leather restraints that were meant
for a more adult's wrists to fill.

Each of her trips concluded with a short masturbation session with her
more mature boyfriend on her mind and a strong desire to tell him
everything that she'd seen.  But her timidity and fear of her own father
urged her to keep her discoveries to herself, in spite of her strong
desire to share what she'd seen with at least one of her school
girlfriends.

Her clandestine adventures continued each time her folks were away, and
they were none the wiser.  All that changed when her father burst into
her room without any warning and immediately threw Franky onto her bed.

"I THOUGHT YOU UNDERSTOOD NEVER TO GO INTO THAT ROOM DOWNSTAIRS!"

Franky's eyes betrayed her careless adventures, a look of guilt clearly
exhibited on a face that had seen far too many evil ways to feel pain.
What had been nothing more than a need to understand what her parents
liked to do for fun and a desire to feel a small measure of controlled
and timid discipline turned into the preteen being brutally whipped in
the very room she'd carelessly explored.

With a leather belt that she'd only seen in her daddy's dungeon and
lewdly prostrated over one of Yves' submission benches naked he
repeatedly whipped his preteen daughter.  But that wasn't her only
discomfort.  By the end of her father's visit, Franky had experienced a
new kind of pain that would forever mark her as also losing her
innocence.  Her ass might have hurt, but her vagina ached with a kind of
pain that might never go away.  If her older boyfriend ever found out
what she encouraged her father to do because of her inappropriate
wanderings her lover would most likely be sick.

Christopher didn't get to see Franky inside his home for quite a while
after he returned, her visits to his home after her school days
strangely altered.  A day after her first missed appointment to his home
and during one of the man's long ventures along the windows across the
front of his house in eager anticipation of Franky's arrival he saw
Carla helping Franky from their car and into the house.  Franky was
walking in a very painful gait, as if there was something wrong with her
back.  It was only an accidental caress along her lovely round bum by
her mother that sent the ten year old into a cringing facial expression
and a short yelp, the preteen cupping her ass with one hand and between
her thighs in front with the other.

The scene resonated through Christopher's mind for the remainder of the
day, an awareness of some painful experience having taken his once happy
and sexy little playmate away from him until some unknown future date.
The look on Franky's face and the way she protected her body with both
of her small hands illustrated a kind of pain that was confusing for
quite a while that night.  It was only after he was lying awake on his
bed considering what might have happened that Christopher lurched
forward into a sitting position.  His mind was immediately filled with
the knowledge that her recent injuries weren't accidental nor quite as
innocent as an acceptable round of paternal discipline for some typical
family crime.

Could Yves have done the ultimate in cruel deeds to his own daughter?
Was he sick enough to steal what didn't belong to him and force his own
child to experience female adulthood far sooner than her body was able
to tolerate?  Could Christopher's next door neighbor have raped his own
ten year old little girl for some bizarre reason?  Could he have gone
over the edge and exacted a kind of dastardly perverse requirement onto
a preteen baby who didn't deserve to be treated so cruelly?

For days Christopher wanted to either call or walk next door to see if
his young playmate might have been the victim of parental sexual
assault.  But he had no proof that Yves or even Carla could be that
demented or deviant, so the man had to accept his role as patient
neighbor and wait for time to answer what his mind didn't want to
believe and his lips didn't want to utter.  It wasn't easy but he had no
choice.

Two months after her nervous and last clandestine examinations of her
folks' playroom and a few weeks after her new life as an obedient little
girl with a heavy burden from her own father's hands ...  and cock,
Franky was standing outside her neighbor's front door and softly
knocking as if she wasn't sure she wanted the owner of the house to know
there was a young visitor present.  The moment he opened the front door
Christopher immediately engulfed his young playmate in a hug that
literally swept her off her small feet.  Franky loved the feel of her
big boyfriend pulling her inside his house, in spite of her awareness
that she wouldn't be able to stay very long.

"Oh, Baby!  I'm so glad you finally came to see me."

"My mommy says I can only stay for a little while, Mr.  Peckham."

"How have you been, Kitten?  I've missed you so much!"

After a few unanswered questions and lots of loving praise of her being
so close to him, Christopher carried a timid and strangely meek little
girl to his couch and nestled Franky onto her older lover's lap for a
short and very unexpected visit.

She was dressed in a pair of long blue jeans and a neck-high t-shirt
that covered her entirely.  That wasn't so strange nor unexpected as
much as her need to sit so deep into his lap with her hands tucked
between her thighs and a look of guilt on her face that belied any
happiness she might have illustrated a few months before.

Any outward evidence on her plump round ass of her misdeed in her
daddy's dungeon had long been healed, so her position didn't betray her
need to sit so snugly on Christopher's thighs.  Her body's only single
major alteration would be the loss of that one thin membrane deep
between her thighs that had marked Franky as a virgin.

They sat quietly for a long time, Christopher happy to have his young
girlfriend in his arms and on his lap, but Franky's demeanor markedly
different than the last time they had shared a loving gesture of
affection.  Rather than push her for information, Christopher waited
until Franky was ready to talk.  That didn't happen until almost half an
hour after she arrived.

"Mr.  Peckham?"

"Franky ...  you know you can call me Chris is you want to, right?"

All she did was shrug.

Christopher felt horrible.  Something had indeed happened and she wasn't
willing to share the disturbing information with him.  It almost hurt
worse for her to keep her burden locked inside her head than what he
imagined she'd gone through.

"That's okay, Baby.  If you don't want to call me Chris, then ...  I
won't make you feel worse by making you do anything that you're not
comfortable with.  All we need to do is sit here and just be together."

Her reluctance to tell him what was on her mind and why her vagina
permitted more than a tiny digit to pass weighed heavily on her young
mind.  It was only his firm hug around her slender body that slowly
coaxed the new young woman to succumb to her own pressure and try to
share what was troubling her.

"Daddy?"

"Oh, Baby ...  I'm so glad you're willing to call me that.  I don't know
what happened, but I'll always be here for you, okay?"

She sobbed into his neck for the rest of that first hour.  Christopher
accepted her tears and held her tight to his chest, his only requirement
that she be comfortable with him and not feel obligated for anything
more than some timid embraces or a gentle smile if she was willing to
share it.

<Tweedle-eedle-eedle-eedle>

"DAMN-IT!"

Franky jumped at Christopher's unexpected exclamatory gesture.

"I'm sorry, Baby.  I didn't mean to scare you."

<Tweedle-eedle-eedle-eedle>

"Hello?"

"Chris?"

"Hi, Carla.  Is it time for me to bring Franky home?"

"I'm afraid so.  Yves will be arriving in about fifteen minutes and it
wouldn't be a good idea for his daughter to be anywhere but her room
right now.  Go ahead and send her home as soon as you can.  I'd hate for
her to get into any more ...  just send her home, Chris."

"Sure.  Bye, Carla."

"Bye."

<click>

He carried Franky to his front door but just before he opened it she
twisted her body uncomfortably and worked her way free.

"NO!"

Christopher stood spellbound and confused, his once permissive little
friend strangely reluctant to let anyone see him hold Franky in his
arms.  He didn't push the issue, gave her a less-than-affectionate hug,
and watched as she literally ran out his front door.  Moments later he
was standing in the entry foyer with the world bearing down on his
shoulders.

Poor Franky.

For the next couple of weeks Franky would intermittently stop by his
house for a short visit, but neither of them said very much.  He was
glad she was willing to just come over.  She tried to tell him why she
felt so bad, but just couldn't build her courage.

Franky was little more than an infrequent visitor to his home for a long
time.  That changed when Carla called one Thursday evening around 8:30.

<Tweedle-eedle-eedle-eedle>

"Hello?"

"Chris, it's Carla."

"Hi Carla.  What can I do for you?"

"A favor, Chris."

"Sure!  Name it."

"Chris ...  would you be willing to take care of Franky tomorrow evening
until around midnight?"

"Of course I would, Carla!  You know that."

"Well ...  I'm not supposed to make too many assumptions, Chris."

What the heck did that mean?

"I'm sorry for making it sound like that, Carla.  You're welcome to ask
me to watch Franky as many times as you'd like for as long as you need.
I'm always eager to help if I can, okay?"

"Thanks, Chris.  There's one thing, though."

"Sure.  What is it?"

"Franky's not supposed to watch any TV or play any games.  She's been
ordered ...  she's supposed to sit in her room ...  sit by herself until
we call or come get her."

Talk about sounding more than a little strange.  But Christopher had no
such requirements, even if Yves or Carla insisted upon it.

"That's fine, Carla.  I'll abide by your restrictions.  I understand
that parents often times have to exercise some forms of discipline on
their own children that other adults may not understand."

Had he realized what she understood as 'discipline' he might not have
used that special word.

"Thank you, Chris.  I'm glad you understand."

Christopher understood more than Carla knew.

"Am I supposed to come get her or will you bring her here?"

"Uhhh ...  well ...  "

"I'll just wait here until you call, Carla."

That wasn't the original plan, but she wasn't about to jeopardize her
chances to spend some time playing her own perverse games with her
husband and his many friends.  She might get into trouble with Yves, but
her punishment would be eagerly anticipated, unlike what the ten year
old next door had experienced.

"I'll call around 6:30 after she eats dinner."

"Fine!  I look forward to hearing from you, Carla."

"Talk then, Chris."

"Bye, Carla."

<click>

The rest of that night and a good portion of Friday seemed to drag on
forever.  It was only his phone ringing at 6:00 that evening that broke
the pall of death that filled his house.

<Tweedle-eedle-eedle-eedle>

"Hello?"

"Chris, it's Carla."

"Hi, Carla.  Everything okay?"

"Uh, yeah.  Chris ...  may I come over for a couple of minutes?"

"Sure, Carla.  come on over."

<click>

Her not saying 'goodbye' didn't seem right, but Christopher didn't have
a chance to argue, a knock on his front door coaxing him off his couch
and into the entrance foyer.

As soon as he saw Franky, Christopher's spirit seemed to soar.

"Evening, ladies.  Come on in."

Franky followed her mother but kept her eyes to the floor.  Carla looked
strangely nervous and appeared rushed.

"Chris, I don't have a lot of time.  Franky's supposed to sit by herself
in one of your bedrooms and not have any visitors or entertainment.
Yves has insisted I remind you that your only obligation is to her
safety and nothing else.  Will you accept that?"

"Of course, Carla."

"Then ...  show me where Franky will be until we call later tonight."

"Sure.  Follow me."

Christopher led the ladies to an extra bedroom that was fashioned in a
fairly Spartan manner, with a bed, a small desk with a lamp on it, a
single hard chair, and an empty closet.  Carla actually ran her hand
across the chair seat and then turned to Franky.

"Here!  This is where you'll remain until we come for you, Franky.  You
can't move unless you have to go to the potty or get a drink of water,
and nothing else, do you understand, young lady?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Then ...  take your place!"

Franky looked like a human robot as she assumed her place on the hard
chair, the polished surface looking much more uncomfortable to its owner
than he'd ever imagined when he bought it.  Once the preteen assumed her
place she looked down at her knees where her small hands remained, the
image of her obedience so painful for Christopher he wanted to find Yves
and try to beat the man horribly.  But rather than attempt to exact some
revenge for some unseen crime, Christopher knew Carla would be gone in
just a minute or so, after which he would assume a bit of dominance in
his own house that had nothing to do with a little girl's pain.

Carla then turned to Christopher.

"Chris, Franky is to remain in this chair as I've instructed.  If she
needs to go to the potty, she's to ask for your permission first.  If
she's thirsty, she's to politely ask for a drink of tap water, not ice
water.  Do you understand?"

Christopher was about to snap at the woman but accepted her temporary
terms.

"I understand, Carla.  You and Yves have apparently instituted some
fairly harsh punishment for your daughter, and I'm not about to attempt
any interference.  What time will you and Yves be calling?"

"If the parr ...  the meeting goes according to plan, some time around
midnight.  If Franky gets sleepy, then she's allowed to lie down, but
only after she asks for permission and takes care of her personal
business first."

"Fine."

She turned to her daughter and issued one last order.

"You remain here, young lady, and don't try to talk Mr.  Peckham into
letting you out of your punish ...  diss ...  just stay there!"

"Yes, Mommy."

Huge tears began to flow down the preteen's cheeks, her bottom lip
quivering and her body already stuttering from a highly suppressed cry
that was going to burst forth as soon as her mother left.

"Come on, Chris."

Both adults left the ten year old in her assigned seat, but rather than
Christopher being permitted to follow, Carla urged him along first.  As
the woman began to close the bedroom door she turned the light in the
room off and then pulled the door closed.  Christopher was utterly
astounded but knew to get the woman out of his house fast by not saying
anything about the queer manner that Carla had instituted a strange form
of solitary confinement for her own little girl.  As soon as they were
near the front door Carla turned around with a smile on her face.

"I really appreciate your looking after our little girl, Chris.  Please
be sure to keep tabs on anything she does outside of your bedroom.  If
she turns the light on please let me know later, okay?"

"Sure, Carla."

"Now ...  how about if you let me have something that I've been craving
for the last few weeks, you naughty boy?"

With a lewd grin on her face and without any sense of sympathy for her
own child Carla pushed her right hand between Christopher's legs and
firmly massaged his limp cock.

"Oh, you poor baby!  Let Mommy take care of that, okay?"

Just after Carla dropped to her knees and was about to extract a slowly
growing male sexual appendage Christopher's phone rang.

<Tweedle-eedle-eedle-eedle>

"Noooo!"

"Hello?"

"Chris?"

"Yes ...  Yves?"

"Yes, it is.  Is my wife there?"

"Yes she is.  Carla, it's Yves."

Her frustration was written all over her face.

"Yes, F.Y.?"

<pause>

"Yes, F.Y.  Goodbye, Mas ...  Dear."

Any desire she might have had for Christopher's cock was immediately
suppressed by her husband's telephoned requirements.

"I can't reward you for being so sweet tonight, Honey, but if we get
home early and my husband is tired enough to go right to bed, then I'll
take care of that lovely tool of yours so you can give me something that
I've needed for quite some time, okay?"

"Sure, Carla.  Be sure to call on your way home, okay?"

"Aren't you even going to kiss my pussy goodbye, Chris?"

"Kay!"

Without any real passion and with every desire to rid himself of such a
cruel and insensitive woman Christopher dropped to his knees, tugged her
short skirt up above her hips, pressed his mouth to her nude and shaved
pussy, and proceeded to attack her clitoris as if he hadn't had any for
years.

Carla accepted the abuse eagerly, even swung her right calf over his
left shoulder, held onto his head with both hands, and succumbed to a
quick cum in seconds.  What she thought was his anxiety to afford her
loving abuse was his need to get rid of Carla as quickly as possible.

She was satisfied in two minutes and out of the door wiggling her ass as
if she was the most powerful woman in the world.

Rather than tempt fate, Christopher waited until he saw Yves' car leave
before he ventured away from the front windows.  A soft knock on the
bedroom door where Franky was quietly sitting in the dark broke whatever
silence was within that room.

Rather than wait for an answer he opened the door, turned the light on,
and then walked straight toward his little girlfriend.  He dropped to
his knees, pushed his way forward, splay her knees slightly, and then
enveloped her in a tight hug that broke down the last of her strength.
She bawled into his neck for ten minutes.

"Baby?"

"Yes, Mr.  Peckham?"

"No, Baby ...  Chris or Daddy."

She tried to resist but couldn't.

"Daddy?"

"I love you, Baby."

"I love you so much, Daddy!"

She cried again, but not quite as long.

"Angel, now that your Mommy is gone, all those silly rules are gone too.
I'm not about to keep you sitting on this hard chair until they come get
you, so you can go ahead and be mad at me, but I'm gonna pick you up and
sit you on my lap on the couch, okay?"

"Nooooo, Daddy!  Please?"

"Franky, look at me!"

It took all her strength, but her eyes finally met his.

"As long as you're in my home you're not going to be uncomfortable.
Your mother and father don't have to know what goes on when they're not
around, okay?  As long as you're safe and happy, then I don't care what
they think of rules.  I don't know what kind of horrible crime you've
committed, but now that we're all alone you're gonna follow *my* rules,
okay?"

"Yes, Sir."

"The first rule is ...  no more tears."

He used both hands to tenderly wipe her face and then tuck her hair
behind her ears.

"The second rule is ...  I need a whole bunch of hugs from my favorite
girlfriend, and if you don't give me what I want, then I'm gonna tickle
you until you do."

"Eeeeek!"  <tee-hee-hee>

A single wiggling digit into her tummy sent her into a loud yelp and
then a few highly suppressed giggles.  Another digit into her ribs
robbed her of any remaining resistance, she threw her arms around his
neck, and squeezed as snugly as she could.  At first he didn't know if
she was just hugging him to obey his orders or because she needed what
he was asking for.  A little kiss along his neck under his ear told him
that she wasn't just blindly obeying his commands.

"That's more like it!  Now ...  are you gonna argue with me or am I
going to carry you to my couch so we can be comfy and listen to some
soft music for a little while so we can talk?"

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"Take me to your bedroom, please?"

Christopher picked her up, kissed her tender quivering bee-stung lips,
and then carried her to his bedroom.  As soon as he was close enough he
heard words that nearly made him drop his young playmate.

"Undress me, Daddy."

"On one condition."

"What's that?"

"You have to undress me afterward, okay?"

" kay "

Her cute smile lifted a huge weight from his shoulders and the pall of
death that seemed to hang in the air since Carla's arrival.

The only major change from the last time Christopher undressed Franky
was her small hands tucked over her plump vulva as he pulled her panties
down her slender thighs and off her feet.  His suspicions were being
fueled by each of her unspoken confirmations, and it was yet another
burden that filled him with intense anguish.  But Franky undressed her
older boyfriend as eagerly as she had the last time they were together,
her small hands tenderly touching and claiming his penis as soon as his
shorts were drawn down.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"Can I suck on you for just a minute?"

"Only if I can share the experience with you, Baby."

Her eyes went wide for a second and rather than nod and agree to his
terms, she rose to her feet and leaned against the side of his body.

"No, Daddy.  You won't ...  I'm not ...  "

"Come sit down with me, Angel.  We need to talk."

It took Franky almost ten minutes before she finally let her small hands
claim what was openly bobbing up and down to each of her more mature
lover's heartbeats, his throbbing penis erect and pointed toward the
ceiling.

"Please, Daddy?  Please let me do it just for you, okay?"

"Franky ...  tell me why you don't want me to touch you, Baby.  I won't
make you feel bad nor will I hurt you.  I just need to know why you'll
let me see a little bit of you in your lovely nudity but I can't give
you any pleasure or touch you like we both enjoy."

"Be-he-he-cause I'm dirty!!!"

Franky immediately broke down and fell into Christopher's arms, the ten
year old bawling hysterically and pouring forth the kind of pain that no
little girl should have to endure.  She sobbed for almost ten minutes
without stopping, nearly hyperventilating from her intense crying.  He
didn't want to but the mature man knew to give Franky some time and lots
of room to express herself.

Once she'd exhausted a fair portion of her energy he lifted her into his
arms, turned on the bed, and drew her into a snug full body embrace
along his left side.  Just being near her naked body was enough to keep
him rock hard, the outside of her left thigh sensing the pressure of his
throbbing cock until she allowed her left hand to drop from his right
shoulder and claim what he eagerly wanted her to have.  Her grip was
firm and anxious, very little of her hunger masked by timidity or any
kind of innocence.  She seemed just as desirous of his cock as he was
for her pussy.

The fingers of his left hand tickled along her smooth ass until she
splayed her thighs slightly and granted him access at last, his middle
digit lightly stroking along her deep crease until he was about to tuck
his appendage under and touch her labia majora.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"I'm not clean anymore."

"What happened, Angel?  Why do you say you're not clean?"

"My ...  my pussy isn't like it was before."

Christopher waited for a moment and then softly asked what he knew would
be a leading and damning question.

"Did he hurt you really bad, Kitten?"

She nodded into his neck, and Christopher felt awful.  All of his fears
had been realized, and Franky was no longer a virgin.  But the man had
to know more, so he softly spoke into her ear.

"Did he tell you that you're dirty and nasty and not good for anything
but his cock?"

She nodded again.  It appeared Christopher knew a bit more about his big
and strong neighbor than he'd realized.  His next question was tinged
with a deep sense of dread, because Carla openly admitted that she'd
been shared by her husband with lots of other men.  Could Yves had done
the same thing with his own ten year old daughter?

"Was there anyone else who did it to you, Baby?"

That time she shook her head, which made Christopher feel a little bit
better, but not much.  It was time to remove all doubt, so he asked one
more question that could destroy any relationship the polite neighbors
had shared for years.

"So, it was only your real Daddy who raped you?"

All Christopher could discern was a very suppressed single nod.

"Did he put anything else inside your body other than his ...  "

Before he could finish Franky shook her head.

"Then ...  why do you think you're dirty, Baby?"

In a voice that barely carried to his left ear she whispered.

"Because I wanted you to be my first one, Daddy.  Now ...  now I'm not a
good little girl anymore.  I'm nothing but a ...  a ...  a slut!"

"NO, BABY!  You are *not* a slut!  Your father did something that was
very cruel and mean.  That doesn't make you a slut, but him a rapist.  I
have a mind to call the police right this minute."

"NOOOO!!!!  PLEASE DON'T DO THAT, DADDY!!!"

The pitiful sound of her voice sounded all too familiar.  Yet another
little girl believed she had to protect the bastard who raped her, and
it hurt Christopher more than he could have believed.  But rather than
make it harder for his naked and frightened playmate, he needed to
comfort and assure her that she wasn't the trampy and diseased whore
that her own father tried to convince her she was.

"Okay, okay, okay!  I won't call, Baby."

"Promise, Daddy???"

"I promise, Angel.  I promise I won't call the police."

"Thank you, Daddy.  I don't want my real daddy to get mad no more,
'cause he might whip me like he ...  "

"That's okay, Baby.  We don't need to talk about that any more.  Now
that you're with me everything will be okay."

Franky waited for a few seconds and then softly whispered again.

"Daddy?"

"Uh huh?"

"You really don't think I'm dirty or nothing?"

"No, Baby.  You're not dirty at all.  In fact, I think you're the
cleanest and most pure little angel on this whole Earth."

"For real, Daddy?"

"For real, Baby."

She waited for a few moments and then snuggled into his neck a little.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Kitten?"

"Can we play some?"

"I'd like that, Angel.  Go ahead and touch me as much as you want and
when you're comfortable I'd like to touch you too."

"You can touch me as much as you want to, Daddy, and if you ...  "

"Tell me, Kitten."

"If you want to I'll let you do whatever you want with me.  I know
you're gonna be my first *real* lover for real, and I'm not dirty like
my real daddy said I was, so ...  can we do it tonight before my mommy
and daddy come home as much as we want?"

"Yes we can, Baby.  We can do it as much as you want to."

Moments after she began to masturbate Christopher his fingers began to
lightly caress and stroke the slick and damaged tenderness that defined
Franky as a preteen woman.  In spite of her size, experience, and mental
awareness of maturity, she was still the hairless and innocent little
girl who Christopher adored.  That was proved when the tip of his
longest digit began to split her labia majora and teased at the newly
and crudely opened entrance to her most intimate recesses.  Franky's
body wasn't dirty at all, but the most prized gift any young woman could
offer to a man.

Her vagina easily accepted the tip and then the remainder of his entire
finger, a slow inward exploration that ended only when Franky began to
undulate her hips into his naughty digit.  The same sort of stimulation
that Carla sought before she left was offered to the woman's daughter,
the preteen able to enjoy her Grafenburg spot being tickled and explored
until she was out of control.  Her wild undulations onto Christopher's
finger said more than anything he could have asked for.

"Dah-Dah-Dahhh-Deeee?"

"What, Baby?  Tell me what you want."

"Fuh-fuh-fuck me, Daddy!  Please?"

"Get on top of me, Angel.  I want you to do it."

It took her a little longer than she might have wanted, but once she had
enough coordination she rose to her knees, straddled his hips, took
control of his penis, wiggled it gently back and forth at the entrance
of her body, and then slowly admitted it inside her incredibly tight and
flaming hot vagina.  The moment their pubic bones met they both saw
stars and knew their shared loving moment had finally arrived.

Rather than Christopher fucking Franky, she was the aggressor that night
and needed to prove to her older lover that he was welcome to any and
everything she had.  He eagerly and anxiously took it, staring up into
her frenzied expressions of passion and surprise as they repeatedly
lunged into each other with wild and perverse lust.  Nothing of their
quiet and playful past was evident when either of them allowed their
genitals to control their movements, Christopher's upward thrusts into
her glove-tight pussy a long-held fantasy that couldn't have been more
erotic, and Franky's anxious downward lunges something ten year old
little girls weren't supposed to be capable of.

They fucked for over an hour, nothing held back, and both of them as
happy as can be.  Christopher was beyond happiness, though, because he
wasn't the one who had to hurt his little lover the first time she had
sex.  It still hurt to know her own father had raped her, but she wanted
her first real man to make love to her, not just fuck her, and that's
what her older and much more affectionate lover did as he stared at her
small and precious body.

In spite of what her mother had ordered her to do just an hour or two
before Franky was beaming with joy while she felt the last of her most
recent orgasm wash through her small and undeveloped body.  It was
beyond her wildest dreams to be naked and in bed with such a loving and
caring man, someone who was so different than her father that the ten
year old began to imagine a far better and less likely future for them
both.

He finished cleaning her up while she looked up into his eyes with a
broad smile on her face.  Their bond was finally complete.

"You okay, Kitten?"

"I love you, Daddy."

"I love you too, Baby."

"Daddy?"

"Uh huh?"

"Can we talk about some stuff now?"

"Sure, Kitten.  Let me check on my camera first."

"You were taking movies of us when we were fuh ...  doing stuff, Daddy?"

"Yes I was, Baby.  Are you angry with me?"

"NOOO, Daddy!  I think it's kew-wuhl!  Can we watch your movies now?"

"Not right now.  We can watch all that naughty stuff we did in a little
while, but we have to be careful so your mom and dad don't find out,
okay, Kitten?"

"Kay."

Christopher got up, saw the memory card full icon starting to flash, and
changed the full one out for an empty one.  Moments later he started it
back up again and returned to the bed.

"Come sit on my lap so I won't be tempted to try anything too naughty,
Angel."

<Tee-hee> "I don't mind, Daddy.  You can do anything you want to."

"Be careful, Angel.  I might want you to sit on something that might
poke you for a long time."

<Tee-hee>

After she was settled onto his lap she hugged and then gave him a long
kiss.  Christopher wanted to fondle and masturbate her, but he kept his
antics limited to gentle petting and light caresses.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"What's BDSM?"

"Whuuhhh ...  where did you see or hear that, Baby?"

A single shrug is the only answer he got.

"Come on, Baby.  Please tell me so I know that nobody's hurting you."

Christopher was actually scared Yves might have attempted a rather crude
example of pleasure with the ten year old, his sexual antics possibly
driving her preteen curiosity beyond safe limits.

Franky averted his gaze and kept her eyes toward her hand on her left
leg, her bare thighs still splayed and his right hand gently rolling her
clitoris around.

"Please, Angel?  I promise I won't be mad, but I need to know where you
heard that term."

She sat quietly for another minute and tried to resolve what might
happen once Christopher found out about her parents' dungeon.  Once she
finally grew brave enough and told herself that her older boyfriend
wouldn't call the police, she barely spoke in a whisper.

"My Daddy's ...  my Daddy's ...  "

"Your Daddy's what, Kitten?"

" ...  dungeon."

"His dungeon?"

Her head went up and down twice in acknowledgment.

"What's in his dungeon, Angel?"

"Stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

She hesitated for another few seconds and finally answered.

"Ropes, and chains, and whips, and big wooden tables and things where
people do stuff to hurt each other."

Christopher sat there with his sexy nude preteen lover on his lap and
was spellbound that his neighbors had their own dungeon.  Sure, he knew
from Carla that they were players in 'the scene', but the fact that they
had their own wicked playroom was a bit more than he had anticipated.
It was her original question that finally spurred him to answer.

"I think BDSM stands for Bondage, Domination, Submission, and Masochism,
but since I'm not really familiar with all that kind of stuff, I could
be wrong.  I guess you're surprised I don't know, aren't you?"

"Kinda."

Instead of being intimidated Christopher seemed to understand a perverse
need in his younger playmate to know more.

"What did you feel when you saw all that stuff, Kitten?"

Another shrug was followed by a highly restrained smile.  That was all
Christopher needed to press his lips to Franky's right ear for a much
more wicked question.

"Did it make you feel all tingly like it did when I spanked your pussy?"

Whatever desire she had to keep her smile hidden was completely overcome
by an intense need to share her new hunger.  All it took was a gentle
kiss on the outside and a nasty lick along the tender opening of her
small ear from her older lover for her smile to grow slightly and for
her voice to spill forth what her mind had kept hidden.

"Uh huh!"

"What did you see that you liked, Baby?"

"The ropes."

"You wanna be tied up while I spank your pussy, Baby?"

"Uh huh!"

Five minutes later Franky was lying face down on Christopher's bed, her
hands tied behind her back with a thick nylon rope in a crude series of
loops, her knees forced apart by a padded cardboard box tucked under her
tummy, and her thighs wrapped in the remainder of the rope that
Christopher had originally purchased to tow a vehicle.  The fact that
the smooth white rope was soft and pliable was an unexpected benefit,
his original desire to buy the tougher and less flexible one at the
hardware store reconsidered because his purchase was conducted when his
favorite home improvement warehouse store was already closed.

"You realize that I can do all sorts of naughty things to my little
playmate now that you're all tied up, don't you, Baby?"

"UH HUH!  Please, Daddy!  Spank my pussy and then ...  then fuck me like
you did before ...  except this time, you can do it any way you want and
as much as you want for real."

To see her round ten year old ass pointed in the air and her bald pussy
staring back at him was too much of a temptation, his bare hand taking
lots of liberties as he landed a timid swat against her nude vulva.
What were tender or timid pats once before were more genuine spanks.

The first expression of discipline surprised both of them.

"You're a nasty little girl, aren't you?"

The sound of his hand lightly smacking her bald pussy was the perfect
kind of cruel affection between an older man and a little preteen girl.

"YES, DADDY!"

Another smack was added just before he spoke again.

"And you need me to discipline you every day from now on, don't you?"

Franky didn't have time to reply before Christopher spanked her soft and
plump nether lips again, but when she did the little girl was almost
screaming her reply.

"YES, DADDY!"

Christopher's voice softened slightly just as he landed another wicked
example of physical love onto her bald sweetness.

"What am I supposed to do with you, Kitten?"

The sound of yet another tender smack between her coltish thighs seemed
to fuel a fire for both of them that peaked the little girl's hunger.
Franky had no reluctance to tell her older master what she knew he
wanted and possibly needed to hear.

"Spank my pussy, Daddy!  Lots!"

Even as the last word left her lips Christopher couldn't help but apply
another quick but controlled swat directly onto her vaginal opening.

"And then what?"

It seemed he couldn't wait for her reply and applied a single deft smack
onto her plump and reddening vulva, the sensation of power surging
through his body, and a feeling of belonging and love washing through
her smaller one.  The sound of his flattened hand softly striking her
pussy was amplified by the wet and sticky excitement pouring forth.

"Whatever you want, Daddy!"

That's when Christopher changed his tactics and antics slightly and
began to apply a series of soft pats onto her nude sweetness and then
end the array with a single determined smack.

"What are you, Angel?"

The altered and still highly controlled manner in which he was popping
her pussy seemed to drive her into a more intense fervor, her body
quivering and butt pushed back to invite further abuse.

"I'm a ...  I'm a ...  I'm a slut, Daddy!"

His bare fingers kept popping her naked charms in a brief and quick
series of miniature spankings, little more than pitiful swats that
offered no real harm, but plenty of lust at the point of impact.  All of
his repeated examples of corporal punishment ended the same way with one
bright pop ending a quick succession of short and light ones.

"Tell me again, Baby!  Louder!"

Rather than actually harming the naked ten year old all Christopher was
really doing was patting her pussy closer and closer to her clitoris
until she grunted and humiliated herself.

"Nuuuuuhh!  I'm a SLUT, Daddy!"

A perverse sense of control swept over Christopher, and he almost
whispered the next sentence, only to shock the child with the last loud
three words.

"You're not listening to me, Baby.  TELL - ME - LOUDER!!!"

Three well placed swats on her plump round ass was all it took for
Franky to let go and practically scream into his bed.

"I'M A SLUT, DADDY!  I'M YOUR TEN YEAR OLD SLUT!"

Four more firm but not harsh swats on her ass signaled Christopher's
next crude question.

"And what am I supposed to do to nasty ten year old sluts, Baby?"

Five quick spankings appeared to coax the preteen into a much different
mental attitude, her persona irrevocably changed.

"SPANK 'EM AND FUCK 'EM, DADDY!"

Immediately after he spanked her Christopher licked her vaginal opening
and then her clitoris furiously.  He ended the lingual assault by
swiping up along her plump bald slit with a long slow lick that ended at
the tightly pursed opening of her pink pucker.  Franky grunted, tried to
fight the nasty but nice feelings, and then Christopher offered a
leading question that most ten year olds might normally avoid.

"Yeah?  And then what?"

What had been gentle for a few seconds was instantly turned into nearly
cruel and uncontrolled lust.  He again spanked her lightly and then
licked her furiously.

"MAKE ME CUM, DADDY!"

For the next half minute Christopher focused his attention onto her
aching clitoris.  He licked, nibbled, and suckled her pleasure button
far longer and with a lot more enthusiasm than he should have been.  It
was at the height of her arousal that the man wrapped his pursed lips
around her small tingle bump and sucked hard.  That sent her over the
top and caused her body to thrash and buck and her ass to be pressed
hard against his face.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH -- EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

Christopher had never actually meant to be so rough with Franky, but her
increasingly nasty desires and lurid talk drove him to lick and then
suck on her clitoris until she was enveloped in a supremely enjoyable
orgasm for the next two minutes.  Spanking her bare ass intermittently
while he licked and nibbled on her bald pussy seemed to drive her on,
his erect cock anxious to join in the fun.

After he drew his mouth away from her aching bump all it took was a few
carefully shifted movements before he was pushing his penis against and
then into her aching pussy, ample lubrication from within her tight
vagina and rubbed all over the extents of his cock to provide for a more
pleasurable union.

It might not have been necessary to spank her butt or reach under her
body and pop her a few times on her bald cunny directly over her
clitoris, but each nasty swat seemed to drive his wicked little playmate
into a more enjoyable cum.  Playing with her little titties and rolling
her nipples around added to her pleasure and to his desires.  It was
only a casual and accidental glance toward the clock on his headboard
that forced Christopher to grip Franky by the hips and fuck her hard.
Her Grafenburg spot took the brunt of his inward thrusts and she
orgasmed until she fainted.

After a very thorough cleaning in his tub and a long careful examination
to make sure none of his semen was within the tender depths of her
formerly virgin body, Christopher dried, dressed, and then positioned
Franky on his extra bed in the same room Carla had last seen her
daughter.  He didn't want to leave her there nor did he want to let
Carla believe that she'd been sitting on the hard wooden chair all that
time, but he had to preserve some semblance of bizarre order from his
neighbors.  If he didn't, he may not be able to have his young visitor
over again.

Carla's call came all too soon, Christopher's face drawn away from
between Franky's slender thighs long enough to answer and acknowledge
the woman's claim for her only child.  Since their arrival wouldn't be
for about thirty minutes Christopher had time to finish and then prepare
his lovely preteen partner before her folks showed up.  With a few last
kisses, licks, and fondles, Christopher pulled Franky's panties back
into place, worked her jeans up her legs, tucked her t-shirt back into
place, and fastened her pants.

She looked so peaceful sleeping on his extra bed, but Carla would be
arriving soon to drag her little girl home so Christopher had to wake
his sleeping beauty.

"Baby?  Angel?  Kitten, wake up.  Your mommy is coming soon."

" nooooo "

"I know, Baby, but you've gotta get up before she comes over."

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"Give me a real spanking, please."

"What???"

"I need for my butt to look all red like I was sitting on that hard
chair for a long time.  My mommy is gonna check to see if I did what she
said, and if my butt isn't all red, my mommy and daddy might think you
treated me all nice and stuff."

"Are you sure, Baby?  I don't really want to spank you like that."

"Please, Daddy?  I promise I'll enjoy it a little bit, okay?"

"I - I - I ...  "

"Come on, Daddy!  Hurry!  If you wanna spank my pussy too, then you can
have a little bit of fun so we can both be happy, okay?"

Moments later Christopher undid her jeans, pulled them and her panties
down to her knees, draped Franky over his thighs, and then began to give
her a few respectable swats.  Interspersed with her real spanking he
fondled and fingered her vagina and clitoris, the ten year old bucking
around to a hideously sexy cum and wailing after each nasty spanking.
By the time her butt was bright red where the chair was supposed to have
been pressed against her tender flesh, Christopher turned Franky
slightly, licked her pussy furiously, gave her a quick cum, and then
used a few tissues to remove any evidence of her having enjoyed what he
had just done.

Five minutes later Carla literally dragged her little girl with tears
still streaking down her cheeks out of the child's supposed solitary
confinement.  When Carla allowed her gaze to slip slightly as she gave
Christopher a hug at the front door Franky winked and gave him a little
smile.  He felt bad for spanking her, but not as bad as when he was
doing it a few moments before, since his little lover shared a little
hidden victory grin ...  and a lovely little cum.

It took another week but Franky was eventually allowed to return to his
home, a much more normal visit granted because of her obedience to both
her parents.  She was going to spend an entire Saturday with her best
boyfriend with no supervision and no restrictions.  Both of them took
every opportunity to share their time in the most enjoyable manner
possible, from kissing, touching, petting, fondling, mutual tactile and
oral masturbation, and then two hours of unbroken and continuous fucking
both in and out of the tub.

By the time she went home that evening after he fed her a nice dinner
she was beaming at him and anxious for another wonderful weekend with
him at his house.

For the next six months Christopher and Franky grew together in many
ways, including a perverse desire she had to be tied up, spanked, and
sexed until she was literally drained.  Each time she came over he'd
record their private play time and show her a few snippets of their
games before she had to go home.  It was cruel to tease and torture her
with a few minutes of visual erotic fun just before she left, but her
smile and the feel of her pantied pussy in his hand moments before he
let her walk through his front door to go home was such a prize.

An aspect of her life that she let sneak out a few times was her
father's growing need to have repeated forced sex with his own daughter,
whether she was willing or not.  Franky's small stature and timidity was
a kind of fuel that the huge brute seemed to enjoy with a growing
passion that was going to force Christopher to call the cops on his next
door neighbor eventually.  Franky pleaded repeatedly for her older lover
not to take any action, since she accepted the abuse and let her father
tie her up and rape her just to keep from being beaten more severely.

Once she knew how to play the perverse game she wasn't hurt quite as
much and hinted that she actually began to like being used like her
mother did.  She might have been telling the truth, or she might have
been trying to protect her own father, but Christopher wasn't about to
bring the subject up with the authorities, because his little girlfriend
kept insisting he stay out of it.  The fact that Carla never knew about
her husband's games but suspected her husband was teaching the little
one more than chaste discipline because of her altered demeanor seemed
to deepen a chasm that was slowly growing between the two adults.  Even
Christopher noticed it.

It was just before one of the adults' play-dates in their dungeon with a
new couple that Yves eagerly invited his guests downstairs.  Their male
guest was typically outfitted in his business suit and the woman with
him in a nice dress that revealed nothing of their secret passions,
until all four of the adults were behind that large wooden door that
Franky had ventured behind once too many times alone and got caught.
Once the door was closed all of them changed, the men allowed to assume
very perverse control over their subs, and the adult female visitor
allowed to watch as her husband and their host showed the inexperienced
sub what she'd quickly grow accustomed to while Carla was being abused.

Carla was quickly play-raped by both men in front of the new woman sub,
forced to perform orally for the men and the woman, and then sodomized
by the men naturally and the female visitor with a plastic strap-on
cock.  After that Carla was tightly bound, blindfolded, gagged, and was
resting uncomfortably in her obedience frame.  Her arms were over head
at strong angles from her vertical position, her wrists bound by leather
cuffs, hands tied around rough metal handles, legs splayed wickedly, her
feet pressed into spiked footrests, and ankles bound with the same sort
of leather restraint that were used on her wrists.

The lights from an electrical stimulation device kept changing as
Carla's nipple clips carried a carefully crafted series of programmed
bursts of electricity through her body, the woman twitching and then
going rigid each time the voltage got high enough to genuinely hurt.
But it was the constant humming of a combination vaginal and clitoral
vibrator tucked into place between Carla's thighs and left to do its own
mindless harm that stole most of the woman's ability to do anything but
moan and whimper.

Once the men deemed Carla adequately fucked and tied the timid adult
female visitor and wife to a new friend of the DOM was completely
stripped and then fondled crudely by both her husband and Yves, her
attention to Carla replaced by the peaking erotic lust of two men doing
wonderfully wicked things to her.  Yves loved to break in a new sub, his
desire to whip and then fuck a woman after he broke her down so strong
he knew to put Carla in her own form of torture quickly so she wouldn't
interfere with his real passion, which was to abuse other mens' wives as
much as he could.  Sure, other men got to fuck and spank his wife, but
Carla was used to it and was a timid and almost mindless cunt from so
many years of discipline.

For two hours the adult female initiate was the focus of both mens'
lust, Yves certain to push his female visitor much harder than he might
his own wife.  The other man had no idea how far their male host might
take the unfamiliar woman, but had no desire to stop his host once his
own passions were alight.  Carla was allowed to come down from her rigid
obedience frame, but only if she serviced both men in any and every way
they wished.  That included the men double-fucking her teen-tight pussy,
Yves large enough to make Carla feel full, but two cocks nearly ripping
her tender vagina apart.

Both women had been so well used and abused after a few hours that they
offered none of the resistance they might have in any other situation,
the position of the female guest over her host's lap with his cock
tucked snugly inside her already stretched and arching pussy affording
the woman some genuine pleasure at last.  Carla had been fucked by
various ages, sizes, demeanor, and nationalities of men, her husband
sure to control how she was poked and prodded.  Having protected sex
with yet another female stranger while the male visitor kissed and
fondled Yves' wife wasn't anything new, nor was the long vibrator
running on high stuffed into her ass.  Even the nervous and pained
question from the woman on Yves' lap while he was binding her didn't
sound strange.

"I've never been dominated before.  Will these ropes leave any marks?  I
don't want anyone else to know I let someone tie me up."

It wasn't what her own husband and experienced Dom was doing while
fucking their female guest and practicing some knots on her arms that
got Carla's attention, but a hint that he let slip that he had a very
young pupil under his care.  All it took was a single phrase that Carla
heard certain to not only get her attention, but stir her into a
protective passion that any mother bear would recognize while protecting
her cubs.

"These ropes are even soft enough for young and tender skin."

Any suspicions Carla had of her husband teaching their ten year old
daughter everything Yves knew about bondage and pain were finally made
fact, many of the hints and altered attitudes of her only child as clear
as crystal at that one moment.  Rather than confront her husband with
guests in his dungeon Carla continued to take the abuse her male visitor
hefted onto her body, certain that she could only challenge her husband
when the time was right.

After their guests left Carla busied herself with her normal domestic
chores, including washing her husband's body and providing for his
pleasure until he was asleep in their bed.  It was only after Yves was
snoring under their sheets and comforter that Carla was allowed to tend
to her own needs.  She bathed, checked herself thoroughly for any marks
or bruises, applied some balm to her vagina to lessen the sting of
having two large male cocks forced inside at the same time, and then
went around the house to put everything away that had been disturbed.

Once her husband, body, and house had been attended to it was time for
Carla to check on her daughter.  Franky was quietly sleeping in her bed,
her body in a modified fetal position, her left thumb tucked between her
cherry-tinted lips, and the blankets snugly wrapped around her legs and
waist as if to bind her as Carla had been a few hours before.  It pained
Carla to think of such a little girl being taught about bondage and
discipline, but it tore at the woman's heart when she thought her
preteen daughter was being forced rather than gently coerced into it.

For the next month Yves had nearly a dozen more parties with as many new
married or lesbian couples or single women.  Each time Carla would be
play-raped, whipped, forced to perform orally for any of the attendees,
and then sodomized either with real or man-made cocks.  It was when a
single and young adult sub-in-training was whimpering and afraid to play
while asking lots of questions about the whips, chains, and ropes that
Yves again let it slip that the toys he used were gentle enough for even
younger girls to appreciate.

"Don't worry, Honey.  I know how to spank and whip soft and tender skin
so no marks are left as evidence.  I could even make a little girl
hunger to be beaten."

The evidence of his deeds was again being forced into Carla's face, and
her own daughter was most likely the youngest sub ever to be whipped,
raped, and then psychologically convinced she needed to let it happen
over and over again.  Carla knew pain and often welcomed it, but the
aching she felt in her belly had nothing to do with her Dom or any of
her temporary masters whipping, hitting, punching, fucking, or abusing
the woman.

In spite of an otherwise pleasurable play-date Carla felt empty and
alone.  Her fears seemed to grow with each passing day, but there was
nothing she could do about it, because she freely accepted her fate many
years before.  It might take years before she'd ever seen any kind of
change, too.

Times had been going well for both Yves and Carla, but the economy had
taken a turn, and jobs were in jeopardy in every segment of business.
When Yves got the word that he was part of an 'employment adjustment'
and his position was relegated to 'unemployed' he was furious.  His
level of rage was clearly illustrated when he got home that night, Carla
his first victim until she was beaten unconscious and then Franky his
next intended target afterward.  It hurt the ten year old to see her
mother still propped up in the obedience frame, naked, bloodied, and
bound when the child was being pushed into her Daddy's dungeon, but she
was just a little girl and couldn't fight the enraged man or make him
stop.

Yves raped and sodomized the ten year old three times, her small body
having to endure horrible pain by being beaten, stretched, and torn in
so many tender places.  Yves then whipped the girl's tender ass, small
breasts, slender legs, and plump pussy, a series of bright red streaks
across her normally soft and tender flesh that clearly illustrated where
a brute had abused her.  By the end of that evening both of the girls
were still bound in their respective places, Carla in her obedience
frame, and poor little Franky on a large flat wooden table with her legs
and arms spread out like a naked animal about to be slaughtered.

Yves left his girls in the dungeon for two days just as they were, never
once allowing either female to relieve themselves properly.  It was only
the pitiful muffled cries and gagged pleas that convinced a drunken Yves
to stumble down the stairs and undo the younger of the two bound women.
Rather than attempt any form of comfort all the man did was wrest the
child's arms free of their bonds so she could work her legs loose on her
own and then clean up the mess she made of the table top and her Mommy
did of the basement floor.

Franky was in lots of pain from her having been vaginally and anally
raped and then beaten so viciously, but she hurt even more when she saw
her own Mommy still strung up like a piece of meat.  Franky disregarded
her own physical condition, the horrible stench of her solid and liquid
emissions, and flew toward her Mommy as soon as her Daddy stumbled back
upstairs.

"Mommy?  MOMMY?  Are you okay?"

It took a few moments for Franky to work Carla's gag out of her mouth
and then undo her blindfold so they could stare into each others' eyes
for the first time in days.  Once the young mother could finally gaze
into the pained stare of her ten year old daughter, nude, bloodied,
dirty, stinking of her own urine and excrement, and marked like some
dastardly criminal in some foreign prison Carla broke down and began to
bawl hysterically.  She'd never wailed like that, and it tore at her
little girl more than the sight of the bound woman and her many cuts,
bruises, and whip marks.

It was hard for Franky to undo so many intricate and tight knots around
her Mommy's hands and wrists with her small ten year old fingers, but
even harder with her eyes flooded with tears and her own impassioned
sobs ripping her soul apart.  To make her task that much more difficult
the preteen then heard the gruff and slurred voice of her drunken father
from the top of the stairs.

"Dun shoo may me gum down there!  You two whores clean up thuh fuggin'
mess you may-uff my playroom, and you better do it fasss!  I'm hungry,
and you sluts are gonna may me somethin' to eat.  Hurry up!"

Franky couldn't undo the double and triple knotted bindings quickly
enough, the skilled Master repeatedly threading the end of the rope
through bundles of parallel windings as if Carla was never supposed to
be free of her bonds for the rest of her life.  Nothing the woman could
do would be enough, her frightened, beaten, and abused little girl so
desperate to help but unable to do more than fumble pitifully at the
elaborate ligatures.  She needed help, but her cruel and inebriated
father illustrated no desire to offer any.

Their combined cries were finally too much for the intoxicated and angry
man, his feet stumbling along the floor of their living room only far
enough to stand at the basement door so he could open it.

"Damn you two!  Shuhh thuh fugg up!"

The sound of the door being slammed closed scared Franky almost as much
as the crude and insensitive words he'd uttered.

Try as she might the poor preteen couldn't undo any of the fancy
bindings, no matter how hard she tried.  In a flash of desperation there
was only one person she could trust who might help, but did Franky dare
sneak past her brute of a father to go seek help from her older
boyfriend next door?  And if she did, how would Yves react when the kind
and loving man from the next house over walked into their home and then
ventured down into the cruel man's basement playroom?

In spite of what might happen to her the injured, naked, and filthy
child had to do something to rescue her Mommy.  Franky knew if she put
her clothes on without permission her Daddy would get mad, but she was
too modest to go running naked outside to get help, even if it was dark.
Her only recourse was to try to comfort her Mommy for a moment and then
take action, a whole new round of beatings and sexual abuse sure to
follow.

"Mommy ...  I can't untie the knots.  Daddy's too drunk to help, and I'm
afraid he might beat you if I asked him to help me.  I don't know what
to do-hoo-hoo."

Franky fell into her mother's naked and beaten body and hugged her, the
sensation of pain from so many wounds completely alleviated when the
young mother felt her only child's small arms embrace her abused body.
Carla knew Yves would be furious if he was asked to undo what he'd spent
so much time perfecting, but there was no other way for her to be freed
after Franky admitted defeat.  The woman drew up her strength, slowed
her sobs as much as she could, and then whispered to her little girl.

"Franky, go ahead and softly ask your Daddy to come help, Sweetie.  I
know he's gonna be mad and he might even hurt you some more, but ...  "

"Is Daddy gonna rape me some more, Mommy?  My peepee and butt still hurt
from when he pushed his thing inside me so hard those times."

"I know, Angel, but we have to remember that your Daddy does things that
we can't control.  It's our responsibility to let him do anything he
wants, because we belong to him, okay?"

"But it *hurts*, Mommy!"

"I know, Baby.  I know.  Just let him do whatever he wants for a little
while and then ask him very nicely to undo the ropes so I can please him
a little while too.  If you wanna ask him to, tell him that you'll spank
and rape me with his plastic cock if he likes that.  He might be nice
after that and untie me so you can do all sorts of nasty things to me."

"But ...  I don't *wanna* hurt you, Mommy!"

"You're not gonna hurt me, Baby.  All we're doing is playing some
naughty games, that's all.  Now ...  come on.  Go upstairs and be nice
to your Daddy for a little while so he'll come untie me."

"Be nice?"

"Uh huh.  You know how to be nice to your Daddy, don't you?"

"Should I suck on his cock to make him feel better, Mommy?  Would Daddy
like that?"

Carla was horrified, but strangely tolerant of her daughter's notion of
pleasure for the abusive man.  Sure, Carla had seen plenty of women
forced to fellate her husband, just as she was 'forced' to perform that
same duty on many strangers, both men and women.  But to hear her own
little preteen daughter ask if she should give her own father a blow-job
seemed perverse to the extreme.  Carla might have wanted to puke at the
prospect of her own daughter having to perform like some whore, but
there was little either of them could do in their predicament.

"If you think you can do that for your Daddy, then ...  okay.  But be
careful, Angel, because your Daddy likes to slap his lovers in the face
when they're ...  they're ...  sucking him off.  Make him feel good as
quickly as you can and then tell him that we'll both do it at the same
time if he'll untie me, okay?"

"We can do it together, Mommy?"

"Sure, Baby.  We'll make your Daddy happy together."

Franky thought about it for a few seconds, remembered how she loved to
see Christopher out of control when his seed spilled down the back of
her throat, and thought she could do the same thing for her Daddy.  She
didn't like the idea of being slapped in the face, but if it would help
to get her Mommy untied then she'd do it.  In fact, she'd do *anything*
to help her beaten and bloodied Mommy, including ...

The thought of calling the police washed through her small frame like a
huge highway truck rolling over her tiny body.  Of all the things she
had the courage to try dialing 9-1-1 wasn't one of them.

It took the preteen about two minutes to finally build her courage up
enough to walk through the partially opened dungeon door and then make
her way up the straight line of stairs.  Once she was at the top she
turned the knob on the door that hid her Daddy's dungeon from everyone
else and then slowly pushed it open.  The moment she was able to peek
out and see the room beyond she could see her father lying asleep on the
couch with a half-empty bottle of booze in one hand.  Of all the things
she'd planned on doing waking her father up from a drunken stupor wasn't
one of them.

Still naked, bruised, bleeding, and smelly Franky inched her way closer
toward the couch, her father's bear-like snore resounding through the
house like a demolition jackhammer.  The pain of anticipation was worse
than the way her ass and pussy felt, but she was going to have to get it
over with soon anyway, so she remained just out of his reach and softly
called to get him to wake up.

"Daddy?  Daddy?"

Her only reply was his continued snoring.

"Daddy ...  I can't get Mommy's knots untied.  Will you help me,
please?"

Still nothing.  His head was tilted forward, his chin pressed against
his bare chest, and his nudity revolting.  As Franky tried to think of a
way to pleasantly stir her Daddy awake she figured the direct approach
would be the best, so she shifted closer, stood between his splayed
knees, and extended her hands to encompass the natural device that had
caused her so much pain and misery.

What was limp and half its normal size in his lap was slowly
reinvigorated with copious amounts of hormones and blood, his penis
aware of gentle fondling and soft masturbation even if his brain wasn't.
It didn't take much more than half a minute of her small hands stroking
and massaging his cock before it was fully erect and pointed toward the
ceiling at an angle.  But it wasn't the ceiling that would receive his
white sticky contributions once she'd done her best, but her small and
tender mouth.  She knew she'd have to do it, but hated the idea of her
own father's cock head and sperm between her lips.

Thankfully the constant and gentle masturbation was enough to stir the
man awake, his eyes fluttering open but unable to clearly see who was
making him feel good.  The sensation was nice, so he did the only thing
his liquor polluted mind could process.

"Good job, Bitch!  Now ...  suck me off before I beat shoo silly."

"Daddy?"

"I said suck me off, Bitch!"

"But, Daddy ...  Mommy's all tied up downstairs, and she's hurting
really bad.  Will you come untie her, please?"

"Maybe ...  if you do a guhh job uff working my cogg with that sexy
little mouth uff yours.  Now ...  DO IT!"

"NO!!!"

"Whah thuh fugg did you say, Bitch?"

"I said, NO!  I'm not gonna suck on your cock, and you can't make me!"

"Why you no guuh lil whore!  I kunn make you, and I'm gonna do it
ri-now!"

The instant he tried to reach out and grab Franky she ducked and avoided
his grasp and squealed.

"Eeeeeeee!!!  NOOOO!!!"

"Come here, Bitch!"

"NOOO!!!  Mohhhh-MEEEEEEE!!!"

Franky knew of only one place to go, and that was back downstairs to the
relative protection of the basement dungeon.  If she was fast enough she
could fly down the stairs, through the thick and heavy wooden door,
close and then lock it, and try to work the knots free before her Daddy
sobered up.

What Franky hadn't counted on was her father's need to exact revenge on
a small child who'd challenged his authority, his large bulk worked off
the couch, the half-empty liquor bottle dropped clumsily to the floor
and smashed, and some of the glass stabbing him in both feet as he
stumbled toward the basement door.

"OWWWWWWW!!!  You fuggin' Bitch!  I'm gonna beat your ass for that!"

The only thing Franky thought to do was rush downstairs as fast as she
could, but in the process she left the basement door at the top of the
stairs wide open.  She could have slowed her Daddy down by closing and
even locking it, but she was so terrified she had only one goal in mind,
and that was to be in the relative safety of the room her Mommy was tied
up in.

Yves stumbled and wailed as he tried to make his way toward the basement
door, his drunken gait and the glass in his feet making his movements
appear as if he was trying to break dance naked.  Through his sheer
determination and with alcohol diluted senses he was able to block out
most of the pain from his injuries and lunged headlong to and then
through the open doorway.

But what he hadn't counted on was his forward momentum making that first
step of their stairs a lot more dangerous than he anticipated.  The
moment one of his huge feet came down he felt a long shard of glass
being forced even deeper into his torn flesh by the hard wooden stair
tread.  Yves reacted instinctively and winced, but his involuntary
reaction to the intense pain made it impossible for him to accurately
place his other injured foot onto the next stair tread, and he
immediately began a tumble that his liquor-polluted brain would most
likely be completely unaware of.

In the process of falling forward Yves didn't have the balance necessary
to grip the hand rails along the walls to break his fall, his forward
progress carrying his large bulk in an angled descent that looked as if
he was trying to do a high dive into an empty pool.

The sound of his body coming to rest at the bottom of the stairs could
be heard behind the closed and locked door of his dungeon, both Franky
and Carla aware that their Dom, Master, provider, and owner had taken a
very nasty fall.  Franky instinctively hid behind her Mommy's naked body
as the woman hung almost in midair, the sickening crunch of Yves' body
the last noise either of the women heard from the other side of the
closed and locked door.

It took a while, but eventually Franky grew brave enough to venture
closer to the sealed portal, each step requiring more energy and
strength than she could have possibly imagined.  By the time her small
left ear was pressed against the thick wooden door she was shaking.

"Daddy?  ...  Daddy?  ...  Are you okay?"

Nothing.

Franky waited for a minute and then called out again.

"Daddy?  ...  Are you hurt?"

Again, nothing.

It took more courage for the little girl to consider opening the door
than she could have imagined, because if her Daddy was just pretending
to be quiet he might be waiting for his daughter to open the door and
he'd lunge forward before she had a chance to close and lock the door
again.  Neither of the women could stay in the dungeon forever, so
Franky had to do something.  Again, the only course of action seemed to
be for her to unlock the door and take the chance that her Daddy would
forgive the child for refusing to suck on his cock, so she listened
carefully for a few seconds, twisted the lock knob just below the door
lever, and then waited for all Hell to break loose.

But nothing happened.

Franky stood in shock and just stared at the closed door, the sound of
the lock mechanism loud enough for even someone on the other side to
take notice of, so why didn't her Daddy force his way inside?

Her small hand carefully pushed the antique lever down until it wouldn't
move any longer and she tugged against the huge mass until it began to
move with an eerie creak.  She'd never noticed the sound before, and it
was akin to an old black and white Doctor Frankenstein movie scene.

Once the door opening was wide enough for Franky to push her head
through she peered out and saw why her Daddy didn't say anything.

The drunken man with injured and slightly bloody feet was lying in a
heap at the bottom of the stairs, his head wrenched in a queer direction
and an expression of horror all over his face.  His mouth and even his
eyes were wide open, as if he saw his own death at the last moment.

In spite of the horrible treatment by the very man who'd raped and
beaten her Franky flew forward and hugged her Daddy, trying to coax him
up so he'd be able to say everything would be alright.

"Daddy?  DADDY?  DAAHHHH-DEEEEEE???"

Her calls turned into screams, the child's awareness of what might have
happened stirring her to wail hysterically as she lie in a heap over her
father's broken body.

"Noooo, Daddy!  Please get up!  Please?"

Franky tried time after time to convince her Daddy to quit playing a
horrible game, but none of her impassioned pleas were answered nor were
they likely to be.  Nothing she did would stir her abusive father from
his place at the bottom of the stairs.

"Mohhh-Meeeee!!!  Daddy's hurt!"

"What?  NO!  F.Y.?  Honey?  Master?  Please talk to me, Baby!"

"He's not moving, Mommy.  I think Daddy's hurt really bad!"

"Come here, Baby.  Come to Mommy."

Franky was reluctant to leave her Daddy's side, but he wasn't moving and
her Mommy's voice was the only sure thing she knew.  The moment the
little girl was standing before her mother she enveloped the bound woman
and began to bawl.

"Daddy's hurt, Mommy!  I don't know what to do!"

"Sweetie ...  put your clothes on and go get Chris!  Hurry!"

Franky's brain immediately recalled how her older boyfriend had always
been so supportive and knew he was the right person to come help.

"Yeah!  I'll go get Chris!"

Carla never noticed the familiar manner in which her daughter referred
to their next door neighbor.

The hurt and dirty ten year old almost forgot she was still naked and
nearly bounded upstairs and out of the house before she slipped her
jeans and top on and then took off through the open dungeon door.

When Christopher saw Franky he was horrified, but her anxious tug and
repeated calls for him to come help delayed how the mid-thirties man was
going to deal with his preteen lover looking like she'd been in a car
wreck.

"Come help, Chris!  Daddy's hurt and I need your help!"

Christopher didn't even bother to lock his own front door as he followed
a scared and sobbing little girl, his only requirement to assist her in
any way possible.  By the time they were both inside the house and he
saw the dropped bottle of booze and the bloody trail toward the open
basement door Christopher knew his help might have been of little
comfort to any of the people who lived there.  The moment he saw Yves
body at the bottom of the stairs he knew to steer clear of any evidence
along the way.

Amazingly Franky hadn't stepped in any of the blood from her Daddy's cut
feet on the way up the stairs or as she tried to drag Christopher down.
Whether she realized it or not she kept the potential crime scene
pristine by placing each of her small naked feet in clean and unmarred
spots of their floor and stairs.

The first thing that Christopher did after he made his way all the way
down the long straight stairwell was evaluate Yves' condition, his
carotid artery pulse checked, and then an ear placed against the man's
nose and mouth to discern whether his breathing could be determined.  It
was obvious the way the man's head was twisted in an unusual position
that his neck was broken, but Christopher had to be sure.  The instant
his ear was next to the man's face he was anxious to know the truth.

Nothing.

Christopher knew that Yves was dead, but the police and medical examiner
would have to make the official determination before any such conclusion
would be made public.  But rather than continue to worry about her
father Franky seemed more concerned about her mother, still unseen and
most likely somewhere very close.

"Chris?  Will you please help me untie my Mommy?"

Whatever suspicions he had about his next door neighbors were at that
moment a foregone conclusion, their 'lifestyle' and hobbies something
that had involved Carla being bound for some reason.  The moment
Christopher entered the dungeon he was horrified.  Every manner of cruel
and wicked toy was in view, including a naked and bloodied woman who was
still in place for a man to enjoy, had they been invited.  The smell in
the closed room was revolting, the stench of urine and feces enough to
make Christopher want to puke.  That's when Christopher noticed some of
that odor coming from his injured and sobbing little girlfriend.

Rather than start on Carla's bonds or clean up the mess on the floor of
table Christopher decided decency was more important.  He knelt down in
front of the ten year old, tried to paint on a smile, and softly spoke.

"Franky ...  is there something in here that we could use to cover your
Mommy up, Sweetie?"

A strange sense of happiness washed through the little girl, as if she'd
only then realized how incredibly gentle and proper Christopher could
be.  In spite of what she knew before she'd been taken away from her
older lover, the preteen fell more in love with him at that instant.
Rather than Franky answering his question Carla softly spoke up, her
response mixed up with pitiful sobs.

"Thuh - thuh - there are some outfits in that chest over there, Baby.
Go get the red one for Chris, Angel."

"Okay, Mommy."

Franky fumbled with a large wood and metal replica of a sea-chest,
tossed a few initial selections onto the floor beside or behind her,
compared them to one another, and then continued to search for something
that matched what she might have believed was appropriate.  The preteen
eventually found something that was larger than a handkerchief and might
have granted her naked mother a bit more cover than a few square inches
of leather, plastic, or cloth.

"Got it!"

It might not have been appropriate to tuck the edges of a bright red and
incredibly shiny latex sex outfit on the bruised and bloodied woman, but
decency was more important than fashion at the moment.  Christopher was
surprised when Carla spoke words that he might never have heard in any
other situation.

"Thank you, Chris.  Thank you for trying to be so proper with me, even
though you could have me in any way and for as long as you desired.  I
promise I'll give you whatever you want as your reward for being decent
in front of my little girl."

"Don't worry about that right now, Carla.  The most important thing for
me to do is get you out of this so we can call the police."

Both Carla and Franky flinched at the thought of the police finding out
about a rather delicate aspect of the family's private life, and the
fact that everything about to be learned by the police would be made
public soon enough.  In spite of what might happen Carla understood her
husband and Master's death would have to be reported.

As Carla sobbed and Franky held onto Christopher's body from behind or
beside him he began to work at the knots along Carla's left wrist.  It
took Christopher quite a bit longer to work one set of tight bindings
loose enough before Carla's left hand could be worked free.  After that
both of them diligently teased at the bindings on her right wrist, her
hands eventually allowed to come loose.

It looked horribly perverse for Christopher to be kneeling in front of
Carla trying to undo the ropes along her ankles with her squatting naked
and her thighs spread so wickedly apart.  It also took a lot of courage
for him to ignore the sight and smell of her solid and liquid emissions
between her feet.  In spite of his subdued and polite demeanor and his
strong desire to remain unaffected by what he was able to see he
couldn't help but occasionally gawk at Carla's plump, shaved, and very
abused pussy.  Even though she'd been beaten and abused Carla still
looked incredibly sexy.  Both Christopher and Carla knew it, and neither
of them hid their expression of his tightly restrained lust during an
infrequent lurid stare or her pitiful whimpers or moans.

By the time all of her bonds were worked loose Carla and Franky were
hugging and sobbing together.  In order to minimize any embarrassment
for Carla Christopher helped the beaten woman by holding her bright red
and inappropriate outfit over her body in front, coaxed both of the
ladies upstairs, and then into the woman's bedroom and private master
bathroom so they could both get cleaned up before the police arrived.

The cops got there less than ten minutes after Christopher called.

Hoards of uniformed people descended on the scene, most of them touring
Yves' private playroom far longer than might have been thought was
appropriate.  It was only the later arrival of a female police captain
who took control of the situation, shooed all the people out of the
room, and tried to focus their investigations on the actual crime scene
rather than any suspected offenses recently committed What Christopher
and none of the other officers realized, and the female police
representative was *very* unlikely to share, was her familiarity with
that room and its host, she and her husband both recent guests of the
deceased man and his wife.

Yves' body was placed onto a gurney after hundreds of photographs were
taken, all of the evidence clearly marked, blood samples taken, the
glass swept up, and then Christopher allowed to wipe up the alcohol and
all of the blood on the floor from the couch to the bottom of the
stairs.  It seemed bizarre that the next door neighbor would be so
anxious to tidy things up, including the smelly waste, but with a
frightened little girl and a despondent widow having to live in the
house after everyone else left it seemed the right thing for him to do.

Rather than the police focusing on the man's wicked sex hobby the female
police captain made a quick determination that the recently unemployed,
suspected drunken, and injured man must have fallen down the stairs on
his way to his 'playroom' after stepping on some pieces of sharp glass
from his broken liquor bottle.  Amazingly neither Carla nor Franky were
required to provide any lengthy testimony or evidence with any of the
male officers present, and after Yves' body was carried away most of the
police left.  Thankfully Carla was not encouraged to confront any of the
male officers once the female chief investigator took control and spoke
little more than a dozen words to the young widow, both of the women
choosing to leave any of their recent joint sexual adventures out of
public view and off the official records.

Once the house was devoid of strangers Christopher made his way to the
couple's master bedroom and softly tapped on the door.

"Carla?  Are you okay?"

"Are they gone, Chris?"

"Yes, they are.  Nobody's here except you two, Franky, and me."

The door flew open with a lurch and before Christopher could move Carla
enveloped him in an incredibly snug embrace.  He knew it wasn't related
to any desire for them to take on immoral attitudes, so he reached
around her body and embraced her with just as much enthusiasm.  When his
little playmate wormed her way into his side and tugged one of his arms
free so she could be held under it he smirked and allowed his petite
lover to be welcomed into their hug.  What he hadn't counted on was for
his ten year old girlfriend to be naked, all of her injuries already
tended to, the blood, urine, and feces washed free of her still marked
body, but not a stitch of clothing on her tender form.  It didn't
matter, because with Carla right there he wouldn't be doing anything to
Franky anyway.

The three of them stood there in the open doorway of Carla's bedroom for
almost five minutes, the girls' cries and tight grip breaking down any
resistance Christopher had to them if they were to ask for something.
Carla did so without a word spoken when she pulled back and stared into
his eyes.  He knew what to say in a fraction of a second.

"Carla, I want you and Franky to get some things together.  You two are
gonna be staying with me for a little while ...  and I *don't* want to
hear a single argument, okay?"

There was something about his confident demeanor that sent a chill down
Carla's back, her willingness to resist completely washed away.  Rather
than just nod she said something that affected him incredibly quickly.

"Yes, Sir."

Beyond the words it was the way Carla said them, as if she'd immediately
allowed Christopher to assume a role that only her husband had for many
years.  Christopher might have been considered clueless by a few women
he'd dated, but at that moment he began to realize Carla's intense need
to be dominated and controlled.  He might not have approved of or wanted
to share in the couple's lifestyle or attitudes, but he could tell Carla
was far more dependent on a mature and confident man than any other
woman he'd ever known before.  It was almost as if she already needed a
new Master, and he was right there for her to bond with at the most
vulnerable of times.

Instead of allowing his brain and hormones to dictate what he might want
to do in her bedroom he gave Carla another brief hug, turned her around,
gently patted her on the butt without realizing what her unseen injuries
might feel like as a result, and then squat down in front of his naked
preteen girlfriend.

"Go to your room and put some clothes on, Kitten.  After that I want you
to get a bunch of stuff together so you can come live with me and your
Mommy next door in my house.  I want you to get anything you might need
for a week or two, but you don't have to grab everything.  Just get the
stuff that's the most important ...  like some of your shorts, and tops,
and panties, and socks, and hairbrush, and toothbrush, and bathroom
stuff, okay?"

"I can come live with you for real, Chris?"

"Yes you can, and yes you are, Kitten."

"Chris?"

"Uh huh?"

"Please don't leave me."

He immediately thought she was referring to his dying prematurely.

"I'm not gonna leave you, Baby.  I don't like to drink, so I won't be
falling down any stairs for the next few years."

"NO ...  I mean ...  stay with me when I get my stuff, okay?  Please?"

"I don't know, Baby.  Your mommy might not like me hanging around when
you're getting dressed and packing your underclothes.  Guys aren't
supposed to spend a lot of time with little girls when they're naked."

From behind Franky and around the corner of Carla's master bathroom he
heard an impossible suggestion.

"Chris ...  I can't think of any man I'd want to be with my little girl
when she's naked.  Go ahead and help her get her stuff ready while I
take care of myself.  Once she's decided on what to wear help dress her
like you used to when she was a preschooler."

"Are you sure, Carla?  I mean ...  "

"Come on, Chris!  You and I both know perfectly well you two aren't
nearly as innocent as you'd like me to believe."

"Pardon?"

Carla came from around the corner, naked, holding a small wash cloth in
one hand, and wiping her red-streaked breasts as she walked.

"Chris ...  I'm not gonna ask what you've been doing with my little
girl, because frankly I know you haven't hurt her in any way.  She's
been incredibly anxious to be with you and spend every waking moment at
your house.  Little girls don't do that if the guy she's with is making
her do things that hurt or scare her.  You've seen the marks on her body
that F.Y.  ...  my late husband gave to Franky, and to be honest you
probably *don't* wanna know any more than that.  He hurt our baby girl
and did things that she'll remember for the rest of her life, and those
memories won't be pleasant ones, either.  Anything that you two have
done in the privacy of your home isn't anybody's business, and as far as
I'm concerned I wanna keep it that way.  So ...  quit acting like some
innocent fifteen year old, go with your little girlfriend to her room,
help her get dressed, and then get her things ready."

Carla stopped, stared into Christopher's eyes, and then waited for him
to either do or say something.  He chose to move rather than speak.

Moments later both he and Franky were in her bedroom behind the closed
door, their first private hug in a little while shared silently.  Even
with Carla little more than twenty or thirty feet away he couldn't
resist a gentle caress of her small and injured body, one and then his
other hand applying lots of slow and gentle touches onto her bare back
and fanny.

In spite of her wounds and marks Christopher couldn't resist another
opportunity to take a quick peek at her, so he held her at arm's length
and then looked up and down her slender body.  What he saw made him feel
horrible.  Her small and developing titty mounds had more than a dozen
bright red streaks across them, two or three directly over one or both
of her small and erect nipples.  There were also a series of short
vertical stripes extending upward from between her slender thighs, her
plump and normally tender vulva now marked bright red and in a few
places a dark blue, and suffused with a greater quantity of blood and
bodily fluids as a result of so much abuse.

Even though he didn't want to see more he silently coaxed Franky to turn
in place, the evidence of repeated whips and painful spankings across
both of her full round butt cheeks that extended completely around her
hips.  The back of her thighs were also marked, an array of crimson
chevrons painted along her slender limbs that proved very little of her
body was spared the abuse.  What once was a smooth and even surface of
soft pink flesh was a basket weave of lines that criss-crossed and
overlapped.  How could anyone do such a thing to a child?

Franky knew by the expression and attitude of her older boyfriend that
he was probably hurting inside, so she turned around to face him, tugged
his hands down from her waist, and placed one on her soft round butt and
the other one directly over her abused vulva.  He wanted to resist
because of what her body most likely felt like, but her continued
insistence for him to touch her encouraged him to tenderly pet and
fondle her battered body.  Thankfully deep inside her precious split
where her vagina and clitoris were hiding didn't appear injured, but
Christopher had to be sure she was okay.

"May I check your private place, Angel?"

" kay "

With the tenderness of a lover and the concern of a doting father he
used his left thumb and index finger to gently splay her plump nether
lips so he could see deep within.  The instant he saw her clitoris in
the same bright pink and apparently unharmed condition he felt a deep
sense of relief.

"Sit on your bed for a minute, Baby.  I need to check your vagina."

Without any sort of response she held his hands and tugged him along
with her, took her place with a grimace from the pain on her ass, lifted
both of her small naked feet to the front edge of the bed, and then
opened her thighs as far as they could go.  Christopher again used his
left thumb and index finger to tease her plump labia majora apart where
her vagina was hiding and held his breath.  Unfortunately the bottom
edge of her vaginal opening illustrated a recent tear that proved she'd
been brutally raped, a small rivulet of crimson still where her flesh
had been ripped.

Christopher was so saddened he allowed one, two, and then half a dozen
tears to fall from the corners of his eyes.  Franky knew how to help her
kind and gentle boyfriend forget about how much pain she might be in and
hooked her small hands around the back of his neck and pulled toward her
nude body.  In a matter of a few seconds his mouth was planted onto her
soft and damaged vulva and his tongue lovingly laved her vaginal opening
until the preteen began to push into his mouth and whimper.

He could have stirred her to a level of intense pleasure as he did in
his own bedroom, but that wouldn't be decent, fair, or smart.  What he
did instead was clean her pussy a little, lick her clitoris a few times
to help her feel good, and then placed a series of butterfly kisses on
the whole of her distended vulva.  After the last of his tender attempts
at affection he coaxed her toward her dresser, pulled one and then a
second drawer open, found a pretty pair of clean panties, and then knelt
down in front of her.  Acting as a loving and gentle dad Christopher
slipped the thin white undergarment over her feet, up her calves, and
then all the way up her slender thighs until he gently nestled the snug
fitting elastic fabric around her recently abused butt and pussy.

The red marks looked incredibly painful and hurt Christopher almost as
much as it did Franky, but they would eventually heal and her body would
once again be as smooth, soft, and anxious for affection as it was no
more than a week before.  They both could have stayed in her bedroom and
played lots of naughty but gentle games, but Carla would be a bit too
anxious to extend her influence over her daughter, and Christopher would
be in trouble if the young mother didn't approve of how the man helped
the ten year old feel better.

It took the three of them over a dozen trips back and forth moving quite
a bit more than he originally considered appropriate before Carla broke
down in Christopher's arms on his couch and sobbed.  Franky was also
stirred to tears and couldn't hold back once her older boyfriend had
stopped moving long enough for her to hug the stuffing out of him
opposite her mother.  He knew both of 'his' girls would need plenty of
time to recover from the loss of their lover, Master, and father, so
there was no need to hurry things along and force either Carla or Franky
to discontinue their emotional outburst.

Carla was so moved and uneasy about her future that she wouldn't let go
of her host for the next hour, an indelicate whispered request creating
a grin on the mature woman's face when he offered it.

"Sweetie ...  I gotta go pee."

<Tee-hee> "Kay.  But you can't take too long, 'cause I need lots of hugs
right now ...  almost as many as your girlfriend does."

Franky was just about as hungry for affection and reluctant to let him
go as her mother was, so the man shifted the little girl closer to her
mom and kissed both chastely on their lips.  A moment later he was gone
and behind his master bathroom door.  By the time he returned both of
his guests were crying and anxious for him to regain his place between
them.  It felt strangely welcome for Christopher to nestle his butt down
on his couch bounded by two heart-broken women, one of whom was underage
and much more experienced than she should have been.

It was only the sound of someone's tummy grumbling before any of them
moved or said a word.  Christopher knew exactly what to offer.

"Does Chinese sound okay?"

"Uh huh."  "Thanks, Chris."

Rather than take a chance and make his guests uncomfortable by calling
anywhere else he extracted his small cell phone from his right front
jeans pocket and called a number that was programmed into one of his
speed-dial buttons with both Franky and Carla still hugging him on his
couch.  After a short verbal exchange the call ended and he tucked his
technological marvel back into his pants pocket.  Even before he stopped
shifting around and had a chance to wrap his right arm around his
smaller girlfriend she whispered something loud enough for all of them
to hear.

"I gotta go pee, Mommy."

The words weren't the least surprising or dangerous, but the next set of
phrases nearly sent the man into shock.

"Go ahead and take her, Chris.  It might make her feel better if she
remembered how you treated her when she was a preschooler rather than
how she was recently treated by her father."

Instead of making a big deal about it Christopher knew not to argue and
slowly righted himself so he didn't hurt either of his injured visitors.
Franky was helped up and the two of them walked silently toward his
master bathroom, his bedroom and bathroom doors both closed as they
walked through them.  Moments after he closed the bathroom door he heard
the hallway bathroom door close as well, so he knew Carla was also
taking that time to tend to her business.

He positioned Franky as he'd done a number of times before with her
slender legs in front of the commode and his hands working her jeans and
panties down her legs.  The next thing she said pretty much confirmed
that the man had no idea what he'd gotten himself into.

"Undress me, Daddy.  I wanna be naked for you."

Her request excited him, but it also filled him with trepidation.

"We can't take too long, Kitten.  Your mom is just around the corner."

"I know ...  but I wanna be naked for you, even for just a minute."

A few seconds later she was again standing before her older boyfriend
without a stitch of clothes covering her body.  He could have taken her
and used her as her father had, but his need for her safety and health
required them to delay that moment until they were alone.  After she
emptied her small bladder he wiped her plump vulva, lightly tickled her
vagina and clitoris for a few seconds, and then heard words that would
be sure to spell his doom.

"Lick me!"

For the next minute or so Christopher did as he was instructed and laved
her pussy from ass to clitty.  He even focused his attention on her
aching pleasure button just long enough for her to have a quick cum.  It
wasn't great nor was it a protracted sexual event, but it certainly
helped both of them quite a bit.  As a last measure of immoral kindness
he lightly kissed and even suckled on her erect and injured nipples, her
grip around the back of his head ample proof that she enjoyed his loving
attention.  A minute or two later she was dressed, kissed, and then
walked back to the couch where her mother was already waiting.

Before he could be interrogated for having spent so much time behind two
closed doors with the woman's daughter his doorbell rang.

The delivery guy was paid, the three large expanded polystyrene packages
taken to the kitchen, and three plates removed from a cabinet.  It took
Christopher no more than a minute to serve a little of each delicious
sample of food onto the plates and then carry them and as many forks on
a small tray back to his quiet guests.

"Here, Ladies.  I'll be back in another minute with your drinks.  Would
ice water be okay?"

"Sure!"  "Thanks, Chris."

"No problem.  Be back in a minute."

After he returned and took his place between the two women they ate the
food without saying another word.  Carla was the one who took care of
the clean up and left Franky in her older boyfriend's arms, literally.
The ten year old softly cried while Christopher held her like a baby,
her soft and tender butt nestled onto his lap as if he'd been her own
loving parent, and her left thumb tucked tenderly between her bee-stung
and cherry-tinted lips.

Christopher gently held and rocked his frightened and saddened little
girlfriend in his arms as Carla busied herself in his kitchen, the
uneaten food placed in some sealable plastic containers, and the dirtied
items they'd eaten or drank from washed, rinsed, and dried.  By the time
her task was complete she was feeling the effects of the day, in more
ways than one.  The moment she walked around the front of his couch and
saw him holding a single digit vertically against his lips she knew her
little girl was finally asleep.

"Go ahead and pick her up, Chris.  Take her to bed with us so she won't
be alone."

He could have looked shocked or acted horrified, but Christopher chose
instead to nod once and then shift his sleeping preteen guest forward a
little bit so he could rise from his couch.  A minute later he lay her
down in the middle of the bed and was about to tuck her under the covers
fully dressed when Carla walked in behind him and whispered.

"Undress her first, Silly.  She doesn't sleep in her jeans and top."

While Carla spent a few minutes in his master bathroom he did as he was
asked and stripped his ten year old playmate down to her panties before
he repeated what he'd attempted before.  Just as he was tugging the
sheet and blanket up to her chin Carla walked up behind Christopher,
gripped his sides with both of her hands, and then pushed into his ass
with her hips.  The moment he felt her body against his he righted
himself and felt both of her hands shift around his tummy and move
toward his chest.  Once he was upright and her hands tucked around his
body in front she whispered into his neck from behind.

"Would you mind if I had the side closest to the potty, Honey?  I get up
once or twice a night, and I'd hate to stumble in the dark or turn a
light on and wake you up."

"No ...  that's fine.  I normally sleep closer to the window anyway.
I'll turn a night light on in the bathroom so you won't trip on anything
along the way."

"Thanks, Sweetie."

For Carla to drop one hand and begin to softly massage his highly
constrained and aching cock took him off guard.

"Uhhh ...  Carla ...  do you think that's such a good idea?"

"What?  You mean touching your cock?"

"Yeah."

"Are you offended, Chris?"

"No, not offended, but ...  "

"What, Honey?"

"Carla ...  your ...  he just ...  it just doesn't feel right."

The immediate rhythmic undulations and brief jerks of her body along his
back told him more than he could have imagined, but he had to know for
sure, so he quietly asked for confirmation.

"You're scared and don't wanna be alone right now, do you, Carla?"

"Please don't push me away, Chris.  I'm begging you ...  I need to be
with a man right now, and you're the sweetest, most gentle, and trusting
man I could possibly imagine.  All I ask is for you to let me take
comfort in your body for a little while.  I promise I won't make you
change your life for me or force myself and my daughter into your home
like some pitiful homeless woman and her bastard baby.  I just can't be
by myself tonight and need to be with a man who I can depend upon not to
hurt me or my baby girl any more.  Please?"

"Okay, Baby.  You can have me in any way you wish ...  but I'll ask that
you keep in mind your little girl is gonna be in bed with us.  I don't
wanna scare her if we get a little carried away."

"You don't need to worry about your little girlfriend, Chris.  After all
the things she's been through these last few days you and me making love
or having lots of gentle sex will seem practically boring to her.  She
also sleeps like the deh ...  she sleeps very soundly, remember?"

"Yeah ...  I remember.  I guess you need to shift her closer to the
other side of the bed, then, 'cause I need to go use the bathroom
first."

" kay "

After one long and obvious squeeze Carla let his cock go, kissed his
neck below his hairline, and then intentionally rubbed her full breasts
against his left arm as she stepped around his body.  That's when he saw
his mature female guest completely in the nude, her full and wounded
breasts, hips, back, ass, and thighs stirring a sharp gasp from him.
He'd seen her tied and naked in her husband's dungeon, but in his
bedroom she looked far more injured than he could have imagined.

"Ssssssss!  Damn, Baby.  Are you gonna be okay?"

She turned around, smiled, and stared right into his eyes.

"What an angel.  Nobody ever worries about me like that, except for my
handsome, gentle, and trustworthy next door neighbor.  I'll be okay,
Honey.  I've been spanked and whipped before, so I know how to deal with
it.  I know it sounds gross or even sick, but I've been whipped so many
times that I've kinda gotten used to the tingling sensation of so many
stripes of passion.  I'll be okay, Honey ...  really."

"Okay ...  but if you need for me to put some salve on your wounds or
something else please don't wait too long.  The sooner I do it the
better it will feel."

"I'll let you do that tomorrow, Chris.  I'm too tired right now and need
to feel your lovely cock inside my mouth and then between my thighs.
You're not mad at me for coming onto you like that, are you?"

"No, Baby.  I remember what you said about needing to be with a man
right now."

"You realize that the way you treat me, your attitude around me, and
your cute cock are the biggest reasons I wanna be with you right now,
don't you Chris?"

"What do you mean?"

"Ever since I got to have so many wicked little cums with that nasty
tongue and cock of yours my panties have been wet each time I'm around
you.  Of all the men I've had sex with or been fucked or raped by you're
the only one who I've actually gotten horny with.  Sure, I've had lots
of nice cums by all sorts of long, fat, and talented cocks, but there's
something about the way you're outfitted that fits me like a magic key.
I can still remember how good it felt for you to stroke my pussy and hit
my G-spot so easily.  Nobody's been able to find my inner pleasure
button so quickly and so often, and to be honest I'm more than a little
intimidated by how I feel when you're fucking me so nicely.  I know I
shouldn't act like such a slut with my next door neighbor, and
especially so right after my husband killed himself when he fell down
the stairs, but I've always been a slut and have grown comfortable
giving myself to men no matter how old they were or how many of them I
could fuck a night."

Christopher stood spellbound as he heard his sexy neighbor share her
dirty secrets with him, but the pain inside his bowels and bladder was
getting too intense, so he had to excuse himself.

"Baby ...  climb into bed and I'll be right back.  I promise we'll talk
as much as you want to tonight, but right now I've got to move!"

<Tee-hee> "Okay, Honey.  Just climb over my little girl and try not to
poke a hole in her panties when you roll over her, okay?"

"No promises!  You said you wanted the potty side of the bed, and rather
than be tempted to sex you right away it would be better if I got in on
the other side."

"Brute!  I knew you wanted to have my baby girl first."

"Jealous?"

"Of course!  What woman *wouldn't* be jealous of a little girl just
before she begins to develop?  I know you're gonna have her too, but I
wanna take advantage of your innocence and willingness first."

He actually began to believe Carla was serious, but for the moment he
had more urgent requirements.

"Gotta go!"

Christopher hoped the lit incense cone might knock down the stench of
his emissions, and only emerged after he'd run the bathroom fan long
enough to suck most of the foul air out of the room.  Wearing only his
underwear he flicked the night light on inside the bathroom, turned the
overhead light off, opened the door, and quietly made his way into the
darkened room toward his once empty and lonely bed.  For at least one
night and hopefully a few more that week his bed wouldn't be empty.  He
only hoped it wouldn't be lonely either.

Even before he was able to walk around the bed toward the opposite side
next to the windowed-wall Carla softly called out.

"Chris?"

"Yeah?"

"Climb in bed on my side, okay?"

"I thought you wanted to lie on the potty side of the bed."

"I do, but ...  I want you to get in with me over here."

He shifted next to the bed where he knew she might be able to reach him
but remained standing.

"Tell me exactly why, Carla.  I want you to be honest with me."

"I ...  I ...  if you get in on the other side I know I'll lose you to
my little girl."

"Come on, Carla.  Franky is just ten, and I'm not stupid enough to do
anything with her while you're ...  "

Had he finished his statement he might have told the young mother
exactly what she'd suspected for quite a while.

"I know you won't hurt her, Chris, but I also know you can't resist her
either.  I've seen the way you look at her, and I'm fully aware of the
effect you've had on her too.  As long as you don't hurt her I won't
interfere with your relationship, but for a little while ...  I'd like
to be the reason you wanna get in bed, okay?"

"And it doesn't bother you if I'd want to use you with Franky in bed
with us?  You realize she'll eventually wake up to either hear or see us
fucking or having oral sex, right?"

"I know, Honey.  She's no longer an innocent or ignorant little girl.
Her father raped her, beat her, and has done things to her that ten year
olds aren't normally aware of unless they have special relationships
with their daddies or older lovers."

"Carla?"

"Uh huh?"

"Did you?"

She didn't say anything right away, but her hands pushed out from under
the sheet and coverlet and found the erect bulge inside his shorts.

"Come to bed and fuck me, Chris.  I'll tell you anything you wanna know,
but I need your cock for a little while so I can forget some of what has
happened the last few says, please?"

Sensing he was going to be naked in a few moments anyway he pushed his
underwear down.  Even with Carla's hands in the way he was able to get
his shorts to his feet and then off, her need to claim his cock so
strong she nearly pulled him off balance when she tugged his penis
toward her face.

"Mmmmmmm ...  I'm gonna suck your nice cock for a long time ...
Master."

It appeared Carla was far more interested in his oral pleasure or her
need to have her mouth filled than for her male lover to be comfortably
lying in his own bed.  Standing naked next to his bed with a woman's
mouth on his cock wasn't something that he'd ever experienced before,
but if his new sexual partner was willing he might be able to get used
to it rather quickly.

For no longer than was necessary for his balls to react Carla mouthed,
sucked, licked, and played with his penis from tip to hip.  It was only
the sensation of his hips unconsciously lunging forward repeatedly as if
he was fucking her face that signaled her success, his balls erupting
and sending an array of white slimy packets of sperm over her tongue and
then down her throat after she swallowed.  Both of them could have
verbally claimed a tremendous sense of pleasure, but neither of them had
any desire to ruin the mood with useless conversation or empty promises.
The only thing Christopher felt after he stopped jerking unconsciously
was his body being pulled further over the edge of the bed, his cock
leading the way, and Carla in complete control.

Just as she'd said Carla urged her male lover over her body, onto his
back, and then climbed over his naked form in the opposite direction.
In spite of her having sucked and licked him to orgasm she seemed to
want more, placing her plump shaved vulva onto his mouth and nestling
her stripe-laden ass over his face.  There was no hesitation or
reluctance on either of the two adults to accept and settle into a long,
slow, and passionate round of oral and lingual pleasure.

What was once enjoyed in front of her couch as she stood almost
completely naked was a much more enjoyable and nearly sedate experience
for him in bed.  Her vulva easily fit over his mouth like a soft fleshy
mask that he'd want to wear for the rest of his life, and her clitoris
was the perfect size to be sucked between his lips and then cruelly
nibbled on without any real effort.  His nose also seemed to fit her
vulvar crease perfectly, the end of his facial feature snugly tucked
into the hot wet recess with just enough room underneath for each
nostril to gain the appropriate volume of air so he could stay where he
was for hours.

Her nearly torturous up and down movements onto his erect cock were only
interrupted when she'd mouth and explore his glans and the exaggerated
flare around the circumference.  Carla appeared hypnotized by the new
and slightly unusual features of his penis, her lips and tongue going
over each minor surface trait until something in her head or mouth took
her attention away.  She even played a lovely little wicked game by
fucking her mouth with his cock-head, the change of his skin from
bulbous and slightly rough to the slightly slimmer and almost
snake-smooth elegance of his curved average-length shaft.

It didn't phase Christopher, because he'd been satisfied and 'disarmed'
when he pumped his seed into her mouth while standing.  His focus was on
her vulva, clitoris, and vaginal opening, her copious emissions painting
his mouth and nose until he was nearly dripping with her essence.  It
was only the sensation of a viscous 'tear' rolling down a cheek toward
his neck that forced him to lave her pussy with a few long slow licks to
drink in her fluid arousal.  Carla's moan and the way her hips turned
under to invite more proved he was having an effect that might invite
repeated invitations to his bed.

Neither of them changed their position for a long time, both of them
just as eager for uninhibited and slow pleasure rather than a perverse
requirement to consummate their carnal lust with animated fucking and
sucking.  As strange as it might have seemed Carla was actually getting
to like the rather calm and dignified manner her newest lover was giving
her pleasure, something that most of her husband's friends never really
took too much time to provide.  Sure, she loved being man-handled and
forced to assume all sorts of perverse and even uncomfortable positions
as her body was being poked, prodded, and profaned, but there was a new
and very satisfying sensation to a man licking and sucking on her pussy
with so much focus.

The woman had been so accustomed to having nearly continuous orgasms
while being fucked, beaten, and stimulated that she was able to operate
on automatic while Christopher supplied her with an almost unbroken row
of cums.  But there was yet more for her to enjoy soon enough, her quick
movements away from his body and then hers twisted around until they
were staring into each others' eyes in the near-pitch blackness.  The
moment she tucked his tool between her thighs and snugly nestled it into
place along her slippery gash they both stopped moving.

"Chris?"

"Yes?"

"Fuck me nice and slow, okay?  I want this to last as long as it can."

"There's no hurry, Baby.  We can make love for any length of time.  The
only thing we have to worry about is taking care of our own personal
needs and then what your little girl is gonna say when she sees us in
the middle of one long slow fuck."

Carla immediately shifted her mouth to his left ear and whispered.

"Would you be mad at me if I disappeared for a minute?  Your reminder
was all I needed before I felt that uncomfortable tingle that would ruin
a really nice time with my new lover."

Christopher held her face, shifted her up so he could see her for a
moment, and then whispered right into her mouth.

"Your new lover, Carla?"

"DAMN!  Not yet, Chris.  I ...  I shouldn't have said anything just
yet."

Her silent appeal to climb out of bed was heeded, and moments later he
was lying face up with the sheet and coverlet pushed away.  The sound of
the bathroom fan running confirmed that Carla was going to be busy for a
few minutes, so Christopher reached over the bed and began to draw the
covers back.  That's when he remembered Franky being in bed with him and
the repeated hints from Carla that she was soon to be the man's younger
lover ...  with the mother's permission.

His right hand slowly shifted under the covers until he felt the intense
heat of the preteen's body, her wounds most likely emitting much more
warmth than her unharmed flesh.  Once again his fingers lightly drew
over the near-naked child as she slept, her plump and injured fanny the
first part of her body that he lightly caressed.  There was a familiar
pleasure in the full roundness of her young butt under his hand, as if
Franky had always been in his bed, and yet his awareness of her mother
no more than twenty feet away tendered his desire to explore his slender
lover more completely with the appropriate restraint.  That didn't keep
him from slipping his hand inside her panties and tuck a few fingertips
between her supple cheeks, though.

The longer Carla took the harder it became for Christopher to resist the
smooth hot skin against the inside of his palm and digits, his longest
finger gently wiggled further amidst her silken globes until he began to
sense an accustomed wetness to her nether lips that he'd enjoyed before.
Even in her abused sleep Franky must have been a little aroused, because
her tender vaginal opening was profuse with a slick and sticky salve
that hinted at young and immoral desire.  He could have slipped his
curious digit inside her more mature body, but he chose to tuck his
wandering fingertip further under and slowly roll her small clitoris
with a measured cadence of circular caresses.

Franky had become accustomed to Christopher's touch and while asleep
must have dreamed of her older boyfriend giving her mountains of
pleasure, because her hips began to rhythmically shift back and forth as
if she were fucking a very lucky man.  The longer he rolled her pleasure
bump around the more animated and intense her undulations became until
her thighs tightened, body went rigid, and then began to buck in sharp
almost spastic thrusts.  All he needed to do was hold his fingertip
against her clitoris and let her do the work for her pleasure to be
maintained for a minute or two.

It was only a muffled whimper into the pillow under her face that
encouraged Christopher to discontinue his gentle attack, his slightly
dampened finger shifted between her wet nether lips and then all the way
into her tender vagina.  Her pained grunt and the sensation of her legs
gripping his hand with a lot more strength than he remembered might have
meant he was hurting his little lover, so he began to remove his finger.

"Noooooo!  More!"

Christopher had to smile, because Franky had enjoyed her cum and was
awake enough to want more.

"Okay, Kitten ...  but your mommy is gonna come back pretty soon, so I
might have to stop even before you feel really nice."

For Franky to splay her legs a little bit and arch her back so her butt
was pushed into the air confirmed she was awake enough to invite his
touch once again and maybe for a little while longer, so he gently
wiggled his finger back inside her hot silken body.

Carla took just long enough for her daughter to fall asleep once again
and the preteen's older boyfriend to remove his inquisitive finger.  The
sound of the bathroom fan being turned off and the commode being flushed
was all the incentive the man needed to assume a less dangerous position
in his own bed, so he pulled his hand out of the little girl's panties,
made sure her underwear was properly tugged into place, and then his
slickened digit was sucked clean inside his mouth.  Oh, how sweet and
clean his young lover tasted, a combination of flavors washing over his
tongue that couldn't be duplicated by the most creative perfumer.

Christopher had only enough time to shift a few inches further away from
Franky before Carla's weight caused the bed to creak in the darkened
bedroom.  Her hands quickly located his chest and then flung the covers
off his body so she could assume the position she was about to enjoy
before she was interrupted.  Once settled she whispered into his mouth.

"Didn't you have enough time to be naughty with your little girlfriend?"

"No."

His curt answer might have invited further discourse, but that wouldn't
help Carla feel good, and she desperately needed to feel good.

In a bit less romantic move than he would have preferred Carla reached
between their bodies, grasped his penis, wiggled the tip of it between
her thighs until they were properly aligned, and then her hips curled
under so his cock would be in the perfect position.  He assumed she
might thrust her body down onto his cock, but instead she slowly let the
fullness of his engorged glans push through the tight grip of her aching
and eager vaginal opening.

Carla was an enigma to Christopher, because there were times when she'd
appear slutty and whorish, and others when she seemed interested in a
very romantic and gentle lovemaking.  His unfamiliar features must have
given the woman a newfound sense of pleasure, because she worked his
cock into her body with the novelty of a frightened virgin.  For untold
minutes she shifted back and forth apparently attempting to become
intimately familiar with how his cock-head stimulated her vagina in new
and profound ways.

It was at that moment Christopher knew she was weakened enough to spill
her heart out.  He might have been cruel to make her confess her sins
while under duress, but there was no better time than that.

"Carla?"

"Mmmmm!"

"Can we talk for just a little bit?"

"Nuuuuhhhh!  As long as you don't make me stop!"

"No, Baby.  We can keep doing this."

"Kay!  Then ...  what's so important?"

"I want to know your history."

"My history?"

"Yeah."

Her hesitation proved she might be reluctant to offer anything, so he
did the only thing he knew would break her train of thought and shoved
his fat cock-head right over the spot he'd discovered was her undoing.

"Unnnnn!"

"Will you tell me?"

"Okay, okay, okay!  But only if you promise to keep doing that."

"As you wish, My Love.  Now ...  did you have a special relationship as
a little girl with someone who started you on your road to sexual
desire?"

"Uh huh."

"Tell me, Baby.  Tell me all about it."

"Fuck me slowly so I'll feel good, Honey."

"I think I can manage that."

Even as he was answering her his hips began to slowly undulate up and
down, each slow thrust stroking that secret and incredibly sensitive
love-spot that Carla seemed to be controlled by.  She was so distracted
that she began to speak as if they'd been talking about her past for the
last thirty minutes.

"My daddy was such an incredibly affectionate and physical man that I
never realized other little girls didn't take baths, change, sleep, or
play special peepee games with their daddies.  From a very early age I
became accustomed to him having his hands and mouth between my legs on a
daily and nightly basis.  It was so commonplace for me to pull my
panties down anywhere in the house if he winked at me that I'd more
often than not be half or completely naked when he was home."

The thought of a little girl completely accepting a man's sexual touch
stirred Christopher enough for Carla to feel it.

"Why you naughty man.  You're turned on, aren't you?"

"Come on, Baby.  Tell me more so I can stroke that tender little spot
inside your pussy."

An appropriate lunge into her vagina was just the incentive Carla needed
to flinch, whimper, and then understand her role in their sex.

"Mmmm!  That feels so good.  Now ...  where was I?  Oh yeah ...  from
the time I can remember my Daddy had his hands inside my diapers or
panties, and he began to show me what my little pleasure button was for.
When he was at work and before I went to first grade I'd just sit in my
bedroom and play with my tingle bump using my fingers or a wind-up toy
that he bought for me that vibrated just right.  He got me so hungry for
clitty abuse that when he walked through the door after work I'd jump up
into his arms, give him a big kiss and a hug, and then pull him to my
bedroom so he could lick and finger me until I had at least two and many
times three quick cums.  He never once denied me, and our relationship
developed into one of almost constant sexual contact."

"Sounds very nice."

"I can tell you like it.  Push just a little bit ...  MMMMM!  Yeah,
right there, Sweetie."

"Tell me more, Baby."

"Kay.  Just before I started going to school he told me it was my turn
to give him pleasure before he gave me mine and showed me how to make
him feel good by sucking on his big fat cock.  I was so eager to get him
to give me lots of tingles that I'd do anything he asked, and he asked
me to suck on and lick his dick until I actually started to crave the
feeling of his big round head inside my small mouth.  Before I knew it
we were licking and sucking on each other at the same time, and I loved
the way it felt for his tongue to drill my pussy and roll my tingle bump
around until I was jumping around on top of his naked body."

"Didn't anyone notice what you two were doing ...  like maybe your mom?"

"She knew, but she was ordered to keep her mouth shut.  You see, my mom
was my father's slave, just like I became once I grew up enough.  She
knew he was fondling and licking me from the minute they brought me home
from the hospital, and she let him do whatever he wanted because she had
no way to challenge his authority."

"Did anyone else find out?"

"No.  We kept it a really close secret."

She hesitated for a few moments and just fucked her next door neighbor,
her calm and almost bland fucking movements much more satisfying than
Christopher had imagined.  In spite of what his body wanted his mind
needed to know more, so he coaxed her again.

"Go ahead, Baby."

Carla waited for a few seconds, but once her head was clear enough she
continued the description of her lurid and perverse past.

"He started to stretch my pussy out with his tongue when I was still
wearing diapers, and then after I graduated to panties he began to use
his pinky finger.  By the time I was seven he was able to get his middle
finger all the way inside my pussy, and when he found my G-spot I begged
him to keep fingering me until I'd faint.  It didn't take long before I
asked him to pretend to make babies with me, and on my eighth birthday
we had full sex for the first time.  We fucked each and every night from
then on until I married my husband."

"Didn't it hurt to have sex so young?"

"Maybe at first, but after my Daddy stroked my G-spot a few times with
the end of his longest finger I didn't care *what* it felt like when he
crammed his big fat cock inside my tight little cunt.  Once he figured
out how to give me a vaginal cum I was his little whore and was in his
bed as much as my mom was.  We'd even fuck with her right there, and she
never once made a big deal about it."

"Did you enjoy being fucked so young?"

"HELL, yeah!  I loved my Daddy with all my heart, and for him to make me
feel good and have so many cums was like a room full of birthday
presents every night.  I was so damned horny that I got a little crazy
every once in a while and pretended to be sick just so my Daddy could
come to school to get me and take me home.  We weren't through our front
door at home for more than a minute and I'd have my panties down and my
hands inside his slacks trying to get his cock out.  After a nice quick
fuck and plenty of variations on my bed he'd clean me up and take me
back to school.  My teachers might have suspected something was going
on, but nobody was brave enough to say anything back then like they
might want to today."

"It sounds like you became a little fuck toy pretty young."

"I did.  After I started going to junior high and a few of the older
boys started to come onto me I had my first teenager fuck me behind the
bleachers.  He was pitiful, and I only let guys have access to my pussy
if they'd prove they had a nice big cock and had already fucked another
girl or dozen.  When my Daddy found out I was messing around on him he
was mad at first, but eventually figured out how to keep me occupied."

"What did he do ...  lock you in your room?"

"No, he started to bring some of his mature friends home with him and
let them fuck me if they wore a rubber.  Each and every one of them
agreed and were anxious as Hell to fuck a twelve year old as much as
they could until it was time for me to get ready for school the next
day."

"Did he pimp you out?"

"I don't think so, but I can't be sure.  None of the guys ever made a
big deal about showing me money or giving me gifts, so I really don't
know if I was my Daddy's whore or just his slut."

"How did that make you feel?"

"What do you mean?"

"Did you feel cheap because of all those men who had sex with you?"

"NO!  I enjoyed the Hell out of it, because I had more cock than any
preteen in the county.  The fact that all of them had to wear rubbers
meant that I could have as many as four guys a night and I'd never have
to do anything more than wipe myself a little bit after they were done.
Most of the time I was so wet that I made a mess of myself."

"How long did that last?"

"Until I married F.Y."

"How did you two meet?"

"His father was one of my Daddy's friends, and F.Y.'s father had fucked
me so often that I almost started to call *him* daddy.  One day F.Y.
had to wait in the car when his father was rolling me in my bed, but the
guy just couldn't wait for his father like he was told.  He somehow got
the balls to come inside and heard me and his father moaning and snuck
into my room.  You should have seen the look on his father's face,
because the poor man almost broke his dick in half trying to stuff it
back inside his slacks.  That's when his father made a deal with F.Y.
that he'd be able to fuck me too, as long as the man's wife didn't find
out."

"How old was F.Y.  at the time?"

"Eighteen."

"How old were you again?"

"Twelve."

"WOW!  That must have been a real thrill for the high school senior, not
to mention all those men who were your father's friends."

"They all loved to fuck me, and I adored their constant attention, too."

"When did you know you were gonna marry Yves?"

"The second time we had sex.  There was something about him that I found
absolutely thrilling, and I began to see him secretly from then on."

"Did your father make you stop seeing him or having sex with all the
other men when you realized what you wanted after you were old enough?"

"No.  Up until I was sixteen, when I was old enough to have my parents'
permission to get married, I had at least two and as many as six guys
fuck me per night.  As long as they wore rubbers I didn't care how many
and F.Y.  couldn't say anything.  The only thing was I started to let
him fuck me bareback, and he began to protect me a lot more after that.
It was like I was his property or something, and I liked the way it felt
for a man to control and own me like that.  It gave me a sense that I
belonged to someone for the first time in my life, rather than just be
the nasty little daughter to a horny but loving man."

"So, after you two got married when did he start to spank or whip you?"

"Oh, he started to spank me when I turned thirteen.  He did it at first
as a joke after my birthday party and gave me thirteen spankings on my
bare ass, but when I had an orgasm while he was spanking and fingering
me at the same time he knew that I was gonna be his slut slave.  I never
denied him anything, and that even included whipping my titties and
pussy.  As long as he didn't leave any marks for my Daddy or the other
men to see then I let him do whatever he wanted.  He was a sadist and I
was a natural sub.  We were a perfect couple and I loved to be fucked
and spanked at the same time."

"I guess I can understand why it's been such an integral part of your
sex, then.  I had no idea it could have started so innocently."

"It usually does, which is why I kind of dreaded my husband and Master
finding out if our little girl might like what I did.  The fact that you
used to take care of her as a baby pretty much led me to believe that
you were sexing her like my Daddy was with me, but I never saw any
evidence of her vagina or ass being stretched.  You never fucked my
little girl before, did you Chris?"

"No I didn't."

"Did you touch her?"

Christopher didn't want to have to admit it, but if he didn't it might
come back to haunt him.

"A little, but I never forced her and always made a game of tickling her
so she knew we were just playing."

After he answered Carla was about to ask a more damning question, so he
stroked her G-spot in a quick succession of thrusts.  She immediately
quit talking and went rigid.  When he shifted his tool far enough inside
her tight vagina and hit her G-spot multiple times she flinched, gasped,
and remained still.  The unique configuration of his penis and the way
it rubbed her inner vaginal ridges must have been a new thrill, because
Carla stayed almost motionless except for a minor shift up and down.  A
slow-growing series of tremors began to pervade her body a little at a
time until she couldn't mask it any longer, her breathing more intense,
her whimpers or moans growing, and a strange kind of bucking that
signaled she was about to lose it again.

All he needed to do was arch his back a little bit, push his cock
further into her body, and then wait for his lover to move for him.
With a high-pitched whine added to her previous vocalizations Carla
shifted into overdrive and began to screw her newest male lover as if
Christopher was paying for a supremely erotic fuck.  The woman held
nothing back and lunged repeatedly onto his rigid tool until her
formerly rhythmic undulations became erratic.  That's when Christopher
took over and started to stroke the woman while whispering to her.

"You really like this cock, Baby?  You wanna have access to it and stuff
it inside that tight pussy of yours as much as you want to?  Come on,
tell me, you sexy little slut."

"Yuh ...  yuh ...  YES!  Please let ...  me have ...  it more ...
Baby!"

"Come on, whore.  Fuck me like you want to.  Make that pussy feel good
and rub that nasty cock all the way inside your teen-tight cunt so you
can have another cum."

"Shit!  Shit!  Shit!  Damn, you're ...  making ...  this ...  so ...
hard!"

"Cum for me, Baby.  Come on ...  let all those nasty feelings travel up
inside that sweet pussy and fill your lovely body with tingles."

"Nuuuuhhhh!!!"

Carla was lost somewhere between lust and confusion, her body in
complete control and her mind trying to fight to regain it.  She'd had
plenty of sex in her life, so why was her newest and fairly plain lover
so good at finding her weak spot so easily?  What was it about his cock
and the bulbous end with a wide flare that drove her mad?  More
importantly how could she convince her next door neighbor to let her
stay in his bed so they could fuck more often, and if possible, more
slowly?

As the fullness of her orgasm finally broke through and rendered her
mind useless and turned her body into erratic convulsions Carla hugged
her new lover with far more ardor and enthusiasm than ever before.  With
wave after wave of muscular contractions rippling through her vagina and
sending her leg and abdominal muscles spasming wildly Carla tried her
best to hang on, but it was finally too much for her and she fainted.

Christopher recognized her condition almost immediately and took
advantage of her position to release another sample of his DNA into her
body.  Since she'd given him permission to have sex with her without a
condom he was convinced she was on the pill and safe.

Once his balls quit churning and his cock stopped throbbing he rolled
Carla onto her back and remained on top of her for a few moments.  Just
looking at her lovely face and naked body under him made him feel so
much better, an awareness of success or accomplishment washing through
his formerly lonely soul.  He wouldn't be lonely any longer, provided he
could take care of his girls and keep them in line.

In ten minutes time Christopher climbed off of Carla, out of bed, and
made his way to his bathroom to collect a warm wet washcloth to clean
his lover up.  Carla never moved as he tenderly washed her pussy outside
and in, her plump and hairless softness played with once he was done.
After the cloth was rinsed out and hung over a rack in the shower he
returned to his bed, climbed on over Carla, lie on his back between both
sleeping girls, pulled them tight to his sides, and then smiled.  What
once was an empty bed was filled at that moment with two of the most
permissive and potentially willing women he could have imagined.  He
fell asleep a few minutes later, his hands encompassing the tender
beauty of two women who needed a new caregiver ...  and master.

An erotic sensation of pleasure stirred him awake, a feeling of utter
bliss around his cock sending waves of exquisite warmth from his glans
and ending up in every nerve in his body.  Oh, how glorious it felt to
have such an electric phenomenon pour through his cock like the golden
heat of fast moving lava.  All Christopher had to do was gently stroke
along the face of his fantasy angel with one hand and revel in such a
wicked and delicious dream, his left hand combing through his lover's
hair and then lightly tugging her face all the way down onto his penis
until her mouth was filled completely.  His right hand was tucked into
the snug fabric of something small and tight and his palm was filled
with a single round orb of silken tenderness.

Christopher was awake in an instant, the sound and feel of Carla's lips
smacking along his turgid member confirming who was pleasuring him, and
the petite dimensions of a little girl's bare ass in his grasp along his
right side proof that Franky was snuggled tight to his body.  The terror
that filled him for a few moments was swept away by sexual arousal, a
kind of lewd acceptance for his role in the girls' lives settling his
heart and soul almost immediately afterward.  But it was what he heard
moments later that restored his consciousness of panic.

"Mommy, can I make my new Daddy happy too, please?"

Carla must have heard her daughter ask such a vile and lurid request,
but for some reason maintained a continuous sucking and bobbing motion.

"Mommy?  Please?  I need to make him happy as much as you do, okay?"

There was no way the young mother and self-proclaimed cum slut couldn't
hear her little girl's plea, the only noise in Christopher's house
coming from a woman fellating her next door neighbor's erect cock.  And
yet Carla chose to ignore what she heard, most likely because she would
be horrified at the sight of her ten year old daughter using her small
mouth to pleasure a thirty-something year old man.  It would most likely
illustrate a kind of initiation for the preteen and prove that the child
was on the same dangerous road as the one Carla took so many years ago.

"I won't take him away from you, Mommy, I promise.  We can share him and
both be his girlfriends together, okay?"

The title 'girlfriends' seemed to settle something inside Carla's brain,
the term 'sluts' or 'whores' the anticipated term instead.  There might
yet be a measure of innocence within her daughter's soul, in spite of
how her former Master and late husband had begun to train his own little
girl to serve him as his younger whore.

She didn't want to but knew the inevitable was upon her, so she sucked
hard, created a strong vacuum inside her mouth which caved her cheeks
in, slowly drew her lips all the way up his shaft, and then allowed the
tip of his penis to slip past as her lips closed around the end of his
bulbous elegance.  In the dim glow of the bathroom night light Carla
stared at an erect man's organ as if she might never see it again and
let a single tear fall from one eye as she kissed his cock and then
leaned back.

Both Franky and Christopher watched as Carla softly stroked and caressed
his tool as it bobbed back and forth to the beat of his heart.  Neither
of them did or said anything, waiting for Carla to say or do something.
They only had to wait another few seconds before the woman whispered a
few words that echoed through the room around them.

"I beg you, Franky ...  please don't take my new Master away from me."

Franky immediately burst up off the bed, but instead of lunging toward
Christopher's throbbing penis she flung her arms out and immediately
hugged her mother with an embrace that caused the woman to groan in
genuine pain because of her still aching wounds.

"Oh, Mommy!  I won't take Chris away from you, I promise.  He's gonna be
my new Daddy and your new Master, okay?"

Carla instantly burst into tears, reached around her injured little
girl, and squeezed quite a bit tighter than Franky was expecting, a
brief yelp audible proof the preteen was also in a lot of pain.

"Eeeeek!!!"

"Oh, Baby ...  I'm sorry I hurt you just now, but I can't tell you how
much I've worried about losing someone like Chris now that I'm ...
we're all alone.  My new Master is someone who cares more about me than
just a naked woman with a mouth, tits, ass, and a pussy."

"Worry, Mommy?  Why?"

"Because I've always known how Chris feels about you, Angel, and I was
sure I'd lose him to you if anything ever happened to my Master ...  to
your birth father.  I know men can't resist little girls and will always
tumble down that wicked road of lust and perversion when they feel the
time is right, so I've ached and dreaded the day when you'd find your
first older boyfriend to teach you all about your body and his needs."

"You knew, Mommy?  You never said anything."

"I know, Baby, I know, but I was ordered by my Master to stay out of
your relationship with your first older boyfriend, because he knew you'd
eventually lose your virginity to him and then your father would be able
to love you without any lingering memories of hurting you during that
first awful pain."

"Daddy wanted Chris to take my virginity?  Why?"

"So your father could have sex with you afterward without you
remembering the pain of losing your cherry."

"Then ...  why did my real daddy rape me and take my cherry like he
did?"

"Because he couldn't stop himself and lost control.  He's never done
that, and something snapped inside his head before I could remind him of
the promise we made after you were born."

"What promise, Mommy?"

"That as long as you were innocent, naive, and a virgin he'd never touch
you in a sexual way unless you asked him to.  He said he'd only invite
you into his bed after you were a woman in the sexual sense, and then
he'd teach you to please him the way he taught me."

"So, Daddy was gonna teach me to be his slave too, Mommy?"

"Yes."

"And he was gonna train me to obey him, and whip me, and fuh ...  fuck
me, and use me, and let other men use me like they use you?"

"You know about all that, Baby?"

"I know I shouldn't have, but I snuck into the basement a couple of
times, and I saw all kinds of stuff that scared me at first.  When I
smelled this really nice perfume that first time I thought I recognized
it, but I wasn't sure until I smelled it again when you and Daddy went
out that first time Chris was gonna take care of me.  When some of your
friends came over before I went to bed I could kinda see the way those
men were looking at you and me, and then one of them touched me on the
butt when you and Daddy weren't looking.  It scared me, but I kinda
liked it, 'cause he just touched me one time really soft."

"But ...  that still doesn't explain how you knew about men using me,
Franky.  How did you find out about that?"

"I don't know.  I guess I just figured with all the nasty things in the
basement and the way they smelled like you the guys who came over to
visit probably did stuff to you like Daddy did stuff to the ladies."

Carla hesitated for a few moments and lowered her head, fearful of how
her daughter would answer her next query.

"Are you ashamed of me because I let men do things ...  have sex with
and whip me when your father told me to?"

"NOOOO, Mommy!  I'm not ashamed of you!  You were just obeying your
Master, and he was doing what you wanted him to do, that's all."

"Really, Franky?  I mean ...  even if I told you that I let hundreds of
men over the last twelve years of married life do horrible things to me,
you wouldn't think your Mommy is a no-good-for-nothing whore?"

"NO!!!  Don't say that, Mommy!  You're not like that at all!"

"Then ...  how do you feel about me giving my body to strangers, Baby?"

"It's what your Master told you to do, and you *have* to obey your
Master, so you did what you were supposed to like a good slave should.
Isn't that what one of Daddy's books said Mommy ...  that a slave should
always obey her Master no matter what she wants?"

It was apparent Franky learned a lot more than either Christopher or
Carla had suspected.

"Yes, Sweetie.  That's the way it should be."

"Besides, you weren't being a *real* ho, Mommy, 'cause you didn't sell
your body to just any guy on the street.  You only did stuff with men
that my Daddy said was okay."

"What if ...  what if I told you that I did stuff ...  had sex with
women too, Baby?"

"You did?  Honest?"

"Uh huh."

"What did you do, Mommy?"

"Are you sure you want to know?"

"Please, Mommy.  I need to know everything."

Carla pulled back slightly, turned to face Christopher, and then asked
him if he was ready as well.

"Chris?  Are you sure you wanna hear this too?"

"Tell me, Baby.  I wanna know everything about you too."

Carla pulled back from Franky, lowered her head, and then assumed a very
submissive posture.

"Just as I was ordered to please and pleasure men my Master also ordered
me to do the same for any woman who he wanted to have sex with.  I was
his toy to use and abuse any time he wanted, but it made his many lovers
and girlfriends incredibly horny when they had a chance to order me
around and do anything they wished."

Franky's expression went from surprise to anger, the image she'd had of
her loving father now tainted with the knowledge that he intentionally
and hungrily enjoyed watching his own wife and her mother being used by
any woman he wanted to fuck.  She knew about pleasurable fucking from
Christopher, but the idea of painful or hurtful fucking sounded mean.

"Most of the time his girlfriends would tie me up, whip me, order me to
beg for more, and then after I was humiliated enough they would both
fuck me in any hole they wished using his cock or fingers, or her
fingers or a strap-on dildo."

"What's ...  what's a strap-on dildo, Mommy?"

Carla didn't anticipate her naive daughter to ask that question and
couldn't stifle a brief giggle.

<Tee-hee> "A strap-on dildo is a latex rubber toy that looks like a
man's ...  cock, but it has belts and stuff so a woman can tie it around
her body and pretend she's a man."

"So ...  the women would ...  fuck you with that thing?"

"Uh huh?"

"Did ...  did you ...  "

"It's okay, Baby.  You can go ahead and ask me."

Franky hesitated for a couple of seconds and then asked a truly damning
question that was sure to change their relationship.

"Did you like it, Mommy?"

Carla was again a little surprised by her preteen's candor, even if she
anticipated the question.  The woman waited a few moments and then drew
her courage up.  After all, she'd been lying in bed naked with a man who
wasn't her husband the same night that man had fallen to his death in
their home.  How could she hide any facts from her own little girl after
what had happened to her and what she'd seen?

Franky must have grown impatient, because she asked again.

"Mommy ...  did you like it?"

In a highly subdued whisper Carla finally responded.

"Yeah."

Without missing a beat Franky asked yet another potentially dangerous
question about her mother's future relationships.

"Are you gonna let women do that with you now that my real daddy's
dead?"

Carla was dumbstruck and stared at her preteen daughter in amazement.
How could a little girl be that mature or sophisticated?

"Are you, Mommy?"

"Do you ...  do you want me to stop doing that, Baby?"

"YES!  You have a new Master now ...  and you've got me too.  You don't
need no more mean women to ...  to do things to you anymore."

Carla immediately burst into tears and lunged for her little girl.  At
first Christopher assumed the woman was going to rip the child in half
for being that bold and demanding, but the sound of his new mature lover
sobbing and the sight of her hugging her daughter proved Carla wasn't
offended at all.

"Oh, Baby.  I'm so ashamed of myself for wanting those things.  I'm
sorry, Franky.  I tru-hoo-hoo-hooooly am."

"Don't cry, Mommy.  Please don't cry.  I'm not mad at you or nothing.  I
just don't want you to be hurt no more."

That only amplified Carla's outburst, her sobs boosted into wails that
sounded as if she was being beaten.  Franky's cries were coaxed out of
her chest and tears flowed down her face like rain.  The poor thing
might not have imagined so much or known how long her mother had been
someone's play toy and whipping post, but for her mother to apologize to
her like that made Franky feel unworthy.

Christopher was in a very inappropriate place, both of his new girls
sitting next to his hips and leaning over his erect cock.  He needed to
do something, but in his current position there was little he *could* do
except caress both of the girls' soft bodies as tenderly as he imagined
was appropriate.

It took quite a while before enough of Carla's tears had been spilled so
she could release her little girl and then lean back.  It was at that
moment Christopher took his chance.

"Ladies?  May I have a little hug too?"

Both of them literally fell down next to the naked man and enveloped him
in the same sort of hug they'd shared with each other.  Even though he
hadn't been an intimate member of their family or a fully accepted part
of Carla's life as a playmate before her husband died he grew confident
enough to express a sentiment that could have gotten his face slapped
and his cock removed without the benefit of anesthesia or anesthetic.

"From now on neither of you will ever have to worry about anything.  I'm
going to take care of you ...  love you ...  support you ...  and be the
man who will provide the kind of affection that I know both of you so
desperately need."

It was only after the words spilled from his mouth that Christopher
began to comprehend the danger he was in.  Could Carla be so needy that
she'd accept a man who was nowhere near as demanding and confident as
her late husband?  Could she look at Christopher in the light of day and
hunger for him the way she seemed to with Yves?  Would she be willing to
discontinue her bizarre, perverse, and painful lifestyle for a man with
a more boring existence?

And what about Franky?  Did she have the maturity to honestly want to be
the step-daughter of a man she only thought she loved?  Could she grow
to love him as much as she might have loved her own father?  Would she
be as willing to share her body with him as she had before?  Was there
enough motivation for her to willingly accept the perverse sexual needs
of a man who people would assume was supposed to protect rather than
molest and fuck her?

"Carla ...  would you be my wife?"

"Are you sure, Chris?  After all that you've heard about me and my past,
are you sure you want a whore for a wife?"

"Baby ...  as long as you obey your Master and only give your body to
people he wants ...  then I'll *eagerly* accept you into my arms and
home.  Is that okay?"

"Ohhhh, Chris ...  Master!"

She hugged him quite a bit more timidly than before, as if her position
in their new life demanded she be more demure and submissive.  He liked
the idea of a wife who would do everything he said, but he also knew he
was falling in love with Carla for a very different reason than her body
and willingness to play the part of a submissive whore.

The room remained quiet for another half minute, none of them moving and
only their breathing evidence of their continued existence.  The longer
it took for either woman to say anything the more worried Christopher
got.  It was only when Franky whispered into his neck opposite her
mother before the silence in his bedroom was broken.

"Will you really be my ...  my for-real Daddy, Chris?"

His heart nearly erupted from his chest in pride.  His cock also grew a
little bit at the prospect of his younger lover wanting more of their
intimate and immoral relationship.

"If you'll let me, Kitten ...  yes.  I'll be whatever you want me to
be."

"Will you still be my boyfriend too, or because you're gonna be my Daddy
you won't want to give me ...  make ...  let me be happy like that?"

"Would you want me to be your older boyfriend *and* your daddy, Kitten?"

"You'll let me decide?"

"Both you and your mother get to decide that, Kitten.  I'll only do that
if your Mommy says it's okay."

"Really?  For real?"

"Uh huh.  For real."

"Mommy?"

Carla barely uttered a whisper.

"Yes?"

"Can Chris be my daddy *and* my older boyfriend too, please?"

"Are you sure you wanna be his lover like that, Baby?  He's gonna make
you do things that are gonna be scary and maybe even really nasty."

Instead of letting Franky answer Christopher began to speak somewhat
sternly.  It was again a new facet of his life being teased out.

"Carla ...  I'm not going to *make* her do anything, nor will I make
*you* do anything.  I have no desire to control you like two living
puppets or slaves, unless you ask me to assume that kind of role."

The surprised woman pressed her mouth to his left ear and spoke directly
into his brain.

"What if I wanted you to be nasty with me ...  Master?"

"That's different, Baby.  As long as you're in control I'll treat you
any way you desire, even if you want me to tie you up and whip you every
once in a while.  *But* ...  I have no desire to hurt either of you,
okay?  If it brings you a wicked kind of pleasure, then I'll learn to
give you what you wish.  Does that sound okay?"

Carla couldn't hold back any longer and began to cry again, her emotions
pouring out of her like the water from the bottom of an over watered
plant.

"Oh, Chris.  I never thought I could find a man who could be even more
caring and loving than the man I thought could give me everything."

She softly bawled into the side of his neck for quite a while, Franky's
question left unanswered until a more suitable moment.  That moment
eventually came when Carla grew quiet and began to strum her fingers
across Christopher's bare chest.

"Mommy?"

"Uh huh?"

"Can he?"

"Yes, Baby.  Chris can be your new Daddy, and lover, and Master, and
anything else you want.  He's proved his worth to me and you, and I'll
let him be whatever you want him to be."

"Thank you, Mommy.  And I'll keep my promise too."

"What promise, Honey?"

"That we're gonna share my new Daddy and boyfriend all the time."

"Thank you, Angel.  I really appreciate that."

The three of them remained quiet for a while in their shared embrace
until the ten year old remembered another question that hadn't been
answered.

"Mommy?"

"Yes, Honey?"

"Can I ...  will you be mad if I ...  "

"You may do anything you wish, Franky.  As long as our Master enjoys
what you do, then you may please him any way you wish."

"Any way, Mommy?"

"Yes, Baby.  Even if you want to have sex with him.  Now that you're a
woman you have the right to choose your lovers, and that includes your
new Daddy."

It might have been foolish or risky for him to do it, but Christopher
had to be sure Carla understood the ramifications of her last admission.

"Are you sure, Carla?  Are you *really* sure?"

"I'm sure, Chris."

"Because if you're gonna be that liberal I'm not going to resist what
has been a secret fantasy of mine for a long time."

"You have the right to do anything with your new daughter that you wish,
my Master, as long as she permits it."

"And you, my love?  Will you allow me to please and pleasure you when it
will make you happy?"

"Really, Chris?  You'll really let me be a more equal part of your sex
life too?"

"Of *course*, Silly!  The way I look at it you're both a package deal,
and I'm not about to ruin a good thing when I see it."

Carla shifted her left hand down his body, grasped his erect cock, and
then began to masturbate him slowly.

"In that case, as soon as our little girl fucks you silly I'm gonna
finish you off and make you wish you had a lifetime supply of little
blue pills just so you'll be able to keep this thing nice and hard."

"I really don't think that will be a problem, My Love."

"Franky?"

"Yes, Mommy?"

"I wanna watch you give your new Daddy a blow job first, and then I'm
gonna help you make love to him so your pussy will tingle and ache with
so much love that you'll wish you could fuck him all night long."

<Tee-hee> "Kew-wull!"

Something from Carla's past then snuck out from behind her carefully
crafted speech earlier, and she amended her desire to venture into
perverse territory.

"Honey?"

"Yes, Mommy?"

"May I ...  "

"Do you wanna touch me too, Mommy?"

"Yeah."

"That's okay, Mommy.  I don't mind, 'cause I know you love me and you
won't hurt me unless I ask you to."

"Then ...  you'll let me ...  lick you?"

"Mmmmmm!  As long as Daddy can help you."

"Yes.  Daddy can help me as much as he wants."

It was almost too much for Christopher, but he still had enough of a
grasp to offer a few words of suggestion.

"Take your panties off, Kitten, and climb on top of me.  I wanna lick
you for just a minute and then let your Mommy lick you for as long as
she wants."

Carla whispered into Christopher's ear with a soft cadence that seemed
to illustrate her fears.  The woman almost sounded afraid.

"You don't mind if I wanna please my own little girl, Sweetie?"

"Of course not, Baby.  Little girls need lots of love from their daddies
*and* mommies."

"Oh, Chris."

Franky almost tore her panties trying to get them off, but was much more
careful about shifting her left knee over her new Daddy and Master's
face so she could settle her plump and injured vulva onto his mouth.
She didn't have the composure to lean forward to take his cock into her
mouth, because her new Daddy pressed his lips tight to his daughter's
naked pussy and sucked her little clitoris hard.  Franky had an intense
cum even before she began to assume the sexual position she'd originally
wanted to.  It didn't matter, because as soon as the preteen's orgasm
was allowed to pervade her slender body Christopher shifted her lithe
body over her mother's face and watched as Franky bucked and jerked
around as if she was sitting on a live electric wire.

Franky was eventually allowed to make love to her new Daddy, but only
after her mother and new father had given her a half dozen very erotic
and extremely mind-numbing orgasms.  It looked almost comical for both
adults to keep passing the child back and forth like some kind of meal
to be shared, her pussy aching in a whole new way, and her clitoris
tingling with a kind of buzzing tremor that would be celebrated whenever
she asked.

The little girl was almost too exhausted to ask to join with her new
father, but she had something to prove to both her Mommy and Daddy, and
cried tears of joy when she felt her new Master's cock slip deep within
her wet, hot, and tight ten year old vagina.  For Carla to masturbate
her child digitally while her new Master was fucking the ten year old
might have been cruel, but neither Christopher nor Franky found the idea
offensive.  To make it a perfect union while he was fucking his young
lover and her mother was fingering her clit he masturbated his more
mature partner and kissed her as well.  None of them slept until well
after the sun rose.

Within a week Yves was buried and everything of value moved from his
empty house to Christopher's.  That included every whip, chain, and
torture device in the basement.  Even the large wooden tables, stands,
and Carla's obedience frame were dismantled and stored in her new home.

After the police closed the case regarding the untimely death of F. Yves
Huget the house was cleaned, painted, and then offered for sale.  The
people who moved in had no idea what used to be inside the basement,
although a few people might let it slip eventually.  Christopher had no
desire to keep his girls around the same people who'd hurt and abused
his fiancé, many of them professionals in the law enforcement agency
who'd helped get the evidence of their wicked deeds sequestered and
hidden, so he put a plan into place that might cause his girls to feel
either happy or horribly put upon.

Two months after Carla's former home was sold Christopher announced that
they'd be moving.  It made Carla cry when her future husband proclaimed
their impending departure, not because she was saddened, but because she
would no longer have to live with the stigma of so many people knowing
her past and former sexual hobbies.  Franky just liked the idea of
meeting new friends at school and helping to pick out their new house.

While Christopher was looking for a new place far enough away from their
old home town Carla took Franky with her to visit her family.  It was a
nice opportunity for his sexy new bride to take a break from the daily
grind and catch up on family gossip, and it afforded the tired and happy
man a chance to let his cock stay tucked inside his pants for more than
a few minutes each day.

With the combined income from the sale of both homes Carla, Franky, and
Christopher found a very large house halfway across the country from
their last residences.  The fact that their new place had four bedrooms
was lost on Christopher until the three of them were lying in bed,
naked, and sharing a union that most people would find revolting.

"Chris?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"Very appropriate, Honey."

"What do you mean, Cuh ...  "

"Surprise!"

"You mean ...  you're ...  we're gonna ...  "

"You're not mad, are you Honey?"

"NO!!!  I'm overjoyed!  When did you find out?"

"About three weeks ago.  I just wasn't sure how you'd react to the news
that you were gonna be a daddy again ...  this time as a result of your
hard work and my repeated attempts to get you to cum inside me like a
fire hose"

"OH, BABY!!!"

"Really, Mommy?  I'm gonna have a baby sis ...  Sorry.  Do you know if
it's gonna be a boy or girl, Mommy?"

"No, Angel, not yet.  But as soon as we know we'll all get to help pick
out their name and then fix up a new baby room."

"Oh, Baby.  What wonderful news.  I couldn't be happier."

"There's just one thing, Chris."

"What, Carla?"

"I'm gonna expect you to make absolutely sure I'm pregnant until the
last minute."

"The ...  the last minute?"

"Before our baby is born, Silly."

"You mean ...  you'll let me ...  "

"Oh, good gosh!  You mean to tell me you believe that old wives tale
that women can't have sex while they're pregnant?"

"Well ...  to be honest I never had an opportunity to be in that
situation, and never was brave enough to ask a woman."

"Just for that you're going to be expected to fuck me twice as many
times, you brute."

"Awwww, come on, Mommy!  You're gonna wear my boyfriend out!"

"I don't think your boyfriend will *ever* have a problem making love to
you, Franky.  Your pussy is so sexy, and plump, and tight that your
Daddy is gonna be fucking you even if he's raw and exhausted.  But there
*is* just one more thing, Chris."

"What Carla?  Is this where I'm about to find out you're really a man?"

"You better not wish for things like that, Honey, 'cause I'd fuck you
like the little whore I'd want you to be."

"Oops!  Sorry ...  bad idea.  What were you gonna tell me?"

"Well ...  "

"Come on, Sweetie.  After all this time I'd have thought you knew you
could say anything to me at all."

"Really, Chris?  And you won't get mad?"

"No, Baby.  Come on ...  tell me."

"Honey ...  how would you feel if one of my younger sisters came to stay
with us for a little while?"

"Your younger sister?"

"Just one of them."

"How many do you have?"

"Four."

Christopher stayed quiet for a few moments, and Carla was becoming
concerned.

"Chris?  Are you mad that I asked if she could come stay with us?"

"Uhhh ...  *NO*, Baby!  But are you sure you want your little sister to
be exposed to a sex maniac like me?  After all, ever since I took
ownership of you two I haven't exactly been the meek and sexually
innocent man that you once knew."

"I won't have to worry about *her*, Master.  It's *you* I'm concerned
about, because she's been trying desperately to find another husband,
but nobody wants anything to do with her."

"Why?"

"Because she has two little girls."

"TWO!  Two little girls?"

"Uh huh."

"Baby ...  you know how I feel about Franky and my desire to keep her
undressed and in bed with me all the time.  Are you sure you want your
nieces to be around someone ...  a pedophile like me all the time?"

"Why not?  I'd much rather they be fondled and sexed by a man who loves
them instead of some brainless dick who just wants a quick thrill."

"And your sister?  How will she feel about my wanting to keep her little
girls naked most of the time, much less over my mouth?"

<Tee-hee> "I don't think you realize what kind of sister she is, Chris.
My little sister is even hornier and more submissive than I am.  She
desperately wants a man who will control and love her, because the last
jerk she was married to only controlled her ...  he never truly loved
her.  Thankfully he never did anything more than play with his little
girls for the last few months before she smartened up and left the
asshole."

"How old are her girls, Carla?"

"Three."

"Three?  They're *both* three?"

"They're twins, Silly!"

"Oh!"

She waited for a minute and then reiterated her request.

"Would you let my younger sister and her girls come stay with us for a
little while?"

"How long, Baby?  What are yours and her expectations?"

"Well ...  "

"Come on, spill it!"

"I've been talking to her for a while, and she's so excited and happy
for me and Franky that she wants to be a part of our family too."

Carla looked into Christopher's eyes with an expression of utter
timidity and submissiveness in the hopes that he'd take pity on the
lonely and horny woman and her three-year-old twin little girls.

"Does she want to be my second wife, or just my girlfriend?"

"You ...  you mean, you'd consider letting her be your wife too?"

"Honey, as much as my life has changed over the last year I think I
could adjust to having another sexy wife and two more little preschool
lovers.  The only thing is ...  "

"What?  Anything!"

"Baby ...  are you *really* sure you want me to have that kind of access
to your little sister and her daughters?  It's a bit much for me to take
in at the moment, but it's got to be my biggest fantasy to have more
tight and horny pussy in my house than a bank full of money."

"Uhhh ...  Chris?"

"I knew it!  Go ahead and share the bad news."

"NO!  It isn't bad news at all, Honey."

"Then ...  what?"

"My Daddy is leaving his fortune to his daughters, and we're not exactly
going to be poor.  To be honest, I've been trying to keep this from you
for as long as I could, because ...  please don't be angry with me,
Master, but ...  I wanted to be sure you loved me and my little girl and
not the money I in my family's bank account."

"Baby ...  I don't care anything about yours or your family's money.
I've got you and Franky, and that's all I need."

"But ...  what about my little sister?  Will you be willing to take her
in and love her and her little girls like you love me and Franky?"

"I don't think I could say 'no' to that if I tried, Sweetie."

"Then ...  "

"You can call her right now and tell her that she can move it tomorrow,
or as soon as she wants."

"Oh, Chris!"

For ten minutes Carla nearly choked the life out of her husband, lover,
and new Master, her grip around his neck so tight he actually had to tug
on her arm twice so he could breathe.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Kitten?"

"Can I ...  will you let me ...  "

"What, Baby?  Tell me what you want."

"Can I play with my cousins and do fun stuff with them?"

"Of *course* you can, Angel!  You'll be able to play with them all the
time from now on."

"But ...  what if I wanted to ...  *you* know ...  "

"Ohhh!  I see.  So, you wanna have some little girlfriends who'll lick
and finger you a lot so you can do the same thing to them, huh?"

"Are you mad, Daddy?"

"Of course not, Kitten.  As long as none of you get hurt and have fun,
then you can make love to your cousins as much as you want to.  The only
thing is you have to have your aunt's permission first, and you can't
hurt or force your cousins to do anything they don't want to."

"I know that, Daddy.  They don't mind when we play tickle games in the
bathtub."

"Soooo ...  is that what you were doing when you went to visit your
cousins a little while ago, Kitten?"

"Are you mad, Daddy?"

"No, Baby, I'm not mad.  A little jealous, maybe, but not mad."

"Then ...  I really can play lots of nice tingle games with them now
that we're happy and everything?"

"You sure can, but you better not forget that your Mommy needs some
tingles from her little girl, too.  You've been so hungry for my cock
that you've been ignoring your Mommy's pussy.  That isn't fair, Baby,
and I think your poor Mommy's tingle bump needs some attention."

"Kew-wull!  Then ...  can we do it all together like that one time?"

"Sweetie, we can do it all together as much as you want."

"GOOD!  Before Mommy takes you away from me you're mine first, okay
Daddy?  Then we're gonna do Mommy at the same time, okay?"

"Sure, Kitten.  Carla?"

"Yes?"

"If I position her just right would you like to lick our daughter's clit
while I fuck her from behind?"

"Mmmmmmmm!  Fuck, I love the way you think, Baby.  I'm also convinced
you're gonna love having three more horny naked pussies running around
our house hungry for your mouth, lips, tongue, fingers, and cock."

"Damn, I love the sound of that.  Come here, Kitten.  I need to lick
that aching little tingle bump for a while.  Then your Mommy gets to do
whatever she wants until I get my next turn."

Franky was moaning and begging for the next two hours, although her
pleas weren't for relief, but appeals for years of just that sort of
sexual pleasure.

A week later Carla's younger sister, Jessica, arrived to claim her place
in their home.  Her little girls hadn't been inside their new place for
more than two hours before their panties came off, their chubby thighs
and round butts were being tickled, and their plump bald pussies nibbled
on by a very excited and horny man.  The fact that Franky was there to
help him made both of the twin girls feel so much better, and none of
that happy foursome had a worry in the world about either of the older
women.  While Christopher and Franky tickled and licked their younger
and half-naked playmates, both Carla and Jessica were moaning and sexing
each other in the king-sized master bed.

Terry and Perry just loved to sit on their cousin Franky's and Uncle
Christopher's faces, both little three year olds allowed to switch back
and forth just to see if it felt any different for an eleven year old to
lick them than their thirty something year old naughty new Daddy.

Christopher finally got a chance to have sex with his newest adult
family member and future second wife later that evening.  It's a good
thing Carla was his first mature lover, because the nineteen-year-old
Jessica could have coaxed the man right out from under her older
sister's nose if she wanted to.  But the relationship that they'd
developed prevented either of the women from making any unrealistic
demands, and they settled into a very open and relaxed lifestyle with
Christopher granted as much or as little sex with either of them as he
wished.

The fact that he often had three naked little girls in bed with him on
Saturday afternoons and they were either squealing in delight or moaning
in ecstatic lust proved he knew how to be fair.  It was while Franky was
in school that the twins got plenty of opportunities to spend time alone
with their new Daddy taking long baths, or naps, or just lying back and
letting their new Daddy lick and finger them until they were either
giggling or sleeping.

For him to be lying face down between one preschooler's thighs and
giving her lots of long and loving clitoral and vaginal massages had
become so commonplace during the day that her twin sister wasn't the
least troubled or jealous.  For him to be digitally masturbating the
other little girl at the same time seemed to keep her happy, up until
his mouth and tongue settled between her chubby thighs for an equal
amount of time so his other fingers could tickle and play with her twin
sister's pussy.

They were quite the pair and did everything together, even learning how
to make their Daddy happy with lots of kisses, licks, and eventually
some wide-mouthed sucks on his fat cock.  It eventually made the girls'
mothers so horny to see such small mouths working their husband's dick
that they finished the man off after the girls had been licked to sleep.

Just over eight months after they left their former lives behind Carla
gave birth to another little girl; they named her Felicia Yvonne.
Jessica got pregnant with her third child two months after she moved in
and gave birth to another darling little girl, Merry.

Christopher never had to unpack any of Yves' dungeon equipment, because
the happy husband of two wifes and five little girls was granted the
absolute and unwavering devotion of every sexy female in his house.
Sure, he spanked a few butts and even most of the girls' bald pussies,
but that was just for fun, and only his hand was used to apply lots of
loving, immoral, and sexually stimulating abuse on any girl who asked.

By the time Terry, Perry, Felicia, and Merry were old enough even they
timidly asked to have their hairless pussies spanked.  They'd already
been licked and fingered from the time they arrived at their new home,
so for Christopher to be asked to show each of the young girls what it
looked and felt like to have their tender young butts filled with his
cock wasn't nearly the chore it could have been.

When Franky got pregnant at fifteen a few eyebrows were raised, but when
Christopher openly told everyone they knew about his willingness to help
raise and rear his daughter's child as his very own their friends felt
relieved.  An underage girl getting pregnant by some kid who wouldn't
stand up and take responsibility for having created a new life was one
thing, but for that girl to be kicked out of her home would have been
heartless.

When Christopher lovingly supported and comforted his daughter about her
impending child's development in her small body it looked like she'd
never have to worry about either hers or her baby's future.  The fact
that Christopher was the father never entered into anyone's mind, and he
gladly watched the belly of his newest young wife grow while he lovingly
fucked the fifteen year old just to make sure she was properly knocked
up.  Franky was so proud of her first baby inside her belly, and
Christopher couldn't be prouder of his next creation.

Nobody found out he was the one who got the fifteen year old plump,
except for his wives and daughters, of course.  He looked forward to
making quite a few more babies in lots of bare bellies over the next few
years.  When they turned eight both Terry and Perry got to feel what it
was like to practice making babies for real, and their father was glad
to oblige.  Soon enough both Felicia and Merry would know that feeling
too.

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