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   Clayton's Kids - Sprung bad

   Part 1

   By Clayton <clayton@nym.alias.net> Copyright (C) Clayton 1999.

   This is the first of a new style of story for me, Called

   'Clayton's Kids' No adult's here.  Well, not yet anyway.

   Like in any tale told by someone who has not yet reached

   their majority, much of the emphasis will be on the what

   and the how, and a lot less on the why.

   And sorry for my absence, work pressures, and moving have

   taken up a great deal of my time.  Especially since I had

   to build where I was moving to first.  <g> However, it is

   done now and with a bit of luck more should be on its way

   soon.
Disclaimer:

   This is a work of pure fiction.  No illegal activity described

   herein was carried out, this document details fantasies that

   took place late at night when I was alone in bed.  I firmly

   believe that no fifteen minutes of pleasure is worth the

   innocence of a child.  Besides, I derive much pleasure from the

   company of children, playing with them or simply watching them

   at play, I am not going to risk this for any momentarily

   heightened sense of pleasure.

   If you are under the age of eighteen the law says I've got to

   tell you to go away, so, "Go away!" Common sense says you're

   going to ignore me, so don't blame me if you go blind, your

   parents find you in possession of this document or your cum

   causes your space bar to stop working.

   If this type of material is illegal in your city, state,

   country, then see above, substituting "law enforcement agency"

   in place of "parents".

   If you're a member of the moral minority, religious right, or

   any other such control group then read on, my aim is to offend

   you as much as possible.  People like you who would force others

   to fit your narrow minded little world views are a blight upon

   the landscape.  My personal philosophy is that of "Rational

   Anarchy" ie.  anyone should feel free to do and think as they

   please such that their actions do not adversely impact on the

   lives of others.

   Part 1 - Caught

   "What are you doing?"

   The thin piping voice filled with curiosity which came from the doorway
of my girlfriend's room froze me in mid stroke, and at any other time or
place the look of mixed shock and horror on the face below mine would have
had me rolling on the floor in stiches.  But not now.  Not in this time and
place.

   White as sheets, my thirteen year old girlfriend and I turn as one to
look in shared dread towards the door which I *know* I locked.  Standing
there Hope's, seven year old baby sister, Grace, gazes towards our mated
loins with undisguised curiosity.  In her hand the screwdriver that she had
used to bypass the privacy lock on her big sister's door.

   Christ, how much had the little girl seen?  However little it was, what
she was seeing now was more than enough to get us both into more trouble
than Ned Kelly.  We were both stark naked, and I was buried balls deep in
Hope's tight, and barely fledged little snatch.

   "GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" Hope shrieks.

   Unfortunately, the terror which colours Hope's fury is enough to pique
Grace's curiosity even further, and instead of leaving she advances on the
bed, moving towards the foot, so that she can peer with interest towards
where my now soft prick lies pressed up against her big sister's downy
pussy.  "Not until you tell me what you're doing." the little girl says,
her grin letting us know, that she knows the power she now holds over us.
"Or do you want me to ask Mum?"

   "GOD NO!" Hope cries, despair now foremost in her voice.

   "What are you doing then?" she asks, adding with a giggle, "Your doodle
looks funny Garry.  How come it's not stiff like it was a minute ago?"

   'Shit she'd seen more than enough.' I quickly close the gap between my
legs, so that all she can see is my bare arse sticking up in the air.

   "Will you please go away?" Hope begs, by now almost in tears.

   "No," Grace says stubbornly, "I wanna know what you were doing."

   "Please Grace?" Hope begs, "Just please go away.  I'll give you anything
you want if you leave us alone and don't say anything to Mum."

   Grace considers this for a moment before setting her jaw stubbornly. 
"What I want, is to know what you're doing.  I bet it's real naughty."

   "She's got that right." I mutter under my breath.

   Hope snorts softly as she begins to see the funny side of the situation,
but she quickly becomes sober again.  "What are we going to do?  We can't
let her tell Mum."

   "The way I see it we've got two choices," I reply, "either we find
somewhere to hide the body, or we tell her what she wants to know."

   "I vote for hiding the body." Hope giggles to me.  To her sister she
says, "I'm going to kill you for busting in like that, you're supposed to
knock when the door's locked, and besides why aren't you at Julie's like
you're supposed to be?"

   "We had a blue and she made me go home." Grace replies, "And I did
knock, but you didn't hear me, and you were making funny noises like you
was hurt or something, so I got this." She holds up the screwdriver.

   "Well I wasn't." Hope replies red faced.

   "I know, "Grace says, "you was saying swearwords and telling him to do
it more, but it really did sound like it.  It looked like it too.  He was
really bouncing up and down on top of you wasn't he?  Where was his doodle
going?  Was he putting it in your bottom?  Wouldn't that hurt though?"

   "Oh shit!" Hope mumbles pink faced.  "No he wasn't putting it in my
bottom.  Now go away and let us get dressed and we'll tell you what we were
doing."

   "No." Grace replies, "I want to see his doodle again.  I didn't see it
very good before.  He kept putting between your legs.  And I want to see
what you was doing too."

   "NO!" Hope and I yell in unison.

   "I'm going to tell Mum then." Grace states with finality, "Cos the
teachers said if someone touches your private parts, then that's
molestering, and you have to tell someone if it happens to you or someone
you know, and he was touching you with his private parts too, so that's
double molestering."

   "Oh shit!" I groan, "I'm dead."

   "I should be so lucky." Hope mutters, "When Gabrielle blows his horn,
Mum'll say you can't go.  You're still grounded."

   "Show me what you were doing then." Grace says.

   "We can't." I say, "We'd be in even more trouble than we already are if
anyone found out we showed you."

   "Why?" she asks, "Was what you were doing really bad?  I thought it just
looked silly."

   'What now?' I think.  If I say it is she'll tell for sure, but if I
don't she'll want to know why she can't watch.

   Hope tries to explain: "Some people think Garry and I are too young to
do it, and really religious people like Gran and Grandad think it's a sin
if you aren't married."

   "How come?"

   "Buggered if I know kid." I say, "They just do.  We were just having
fun." 'Oh shit!  Why did I say that?' And a thump in my ribs from Hope
tells me that she's wondering the same thing.

   Fortunately my admission seems to ring the right note with Grace.  She
nods understandingly, and says scornfully, "Grownups always say fun things
are bad.  Were you really having fun?  I thought it just looked stupid. 
You was just making funny noises Hope, and Garry was flopping around on top
of you like a fish."

   I grin at this child's eye description of fucking, and Hope glares at
me, demanding, "What are you laughing at?"

   "What Grace said." I reply, "I guess what we were doing probably did
look pretty silly from her point of view."

   "Yeah well from here it's starting to feel damned uncomfortable.  Get
off, you're getting too heavy."

   "What about my, ah, you know?"

   "Let the little shit look." Hope says, "You're going to have to anyway,
or she'll dob on us."

   "No I won't." Grace declares hotly, "I'm not a dobber, but you're always
treating me like a little kid and I just thought if I said I'd tell..." she
trails off.  "Anyway, I don't really want you to get into trouble, so I'll
just ask Andy about what you were doing, and that way if anyone finds out
he'll be the one who gets into trouble."

   'Fuck no!' I cry internally.  That pimple faced arsewipe would think it
would be funny to demonstrate the answer to her questions by fucking the
little second grader.  "NO!" I cry, "You can't do that!"

   "I wasn't going to tell him I seen youse doing it." Grace says
defensively.  "I'm not dumb you know."

   "That's not what I meant." I reply more gently, "If you ask him, he'd
want to show you, and he might hurt you."

   "Yeah, remember how you told Mum he kept on trying to look up your
dress?" Hope says.

   "That's why I was going to ask him." Grace says, "I sort of thought it
means he'd know about molestering stuff."

   "Damned right he would." I mutter.  "That little dirtbag needs his balls
cut off."

   "Huh?"

   "He means, Andy really would molest you." Hope explains, "And what we
were doing isn't molesting either.  Molesting is when someone does
something that you don't like."

   "Oh," Grace says, "would he really try and do to me what you were doing?
I wouldn't like that, he's nasty.  I just thought if I got him to tell me
he'd get into trouble for it."

   "Oh he would." I say, "Big trouble, but you'd get hurt too."

   "Oh!" she says in a small voice.  "But who can I ask then?"

   "Nobody," I say, "you'll find out when you're older."

   "That's not fair." Grace says with a little stamp of her foot, "It's
always wait until you get older."

   "Don't be a meanie." Hope says, with a giggle, "The least you can do is
show her your 'doodle'."

   "No way!" I yelp, turning red with embarrassment.

   "Why not?" Hope grins, "She's already seen it, she just want's a better
look."

   "Yeah why not?" Grace pipes up, "I just want to see it."

   "If I didn't know better," I mutter in Hope's ear, "I'd say you're
starting to get off on the idea of fucking in front of your little sister."

   "And you're not?" she giggles, grinding her plump mons against my
rapidly rehardening cock.

   'Oh fuck!' I think as I idea of doing just that slams home.  "Stop
that!" I whisper fiercely, "It's just that I, um, I'm not scared shitless
any more."

   "Bullshit." she hisses in my ear, "The idea's making you just as horny
as I am."

   "No it's not." I mutter desperately in denial, "Christ, she doesn't even
have any pubes yet."

   "That didn't worry you when *I* was seven."

   "That was different." I say, "I was just a kid too then, and we were
just looking too.  I wasn't fucking you then."

   "Well you aren't being asked to fuck her, *now* she wants to *just
look*." Hope says, "Maybe you can fuck her later.  I'll bet she's real
tight."

   'Oh shit.' Hope had been almost too tight at eleven, and now she was
talking about her four years tighter little sister.  Four years tighter,
and me two years bigger too.  My cock lurches uncontrollably at the
thought.

   Feeling this, Hope giggles naughtily and once again wriggles her hips.
This time to such good effect that I suddenly find myself re-ensheathed in
the still tight, and incredibly hot, moist confines of her silky vagina.

   "Oh!  What happened?" Grace asks, alerted by her big sister's wide eyed
squeak of surprise.

   "Well stud?" Hope grins up at me as she wraps her legs around my hips,
"Get out of this one."

   "Can't say that I want to." I grin back.  "Looks to me like Gracie's
going to get her wish."

   "What are you talking about?" Grace demands, "Can I see your doodle or
not?"

   "Hush up a second." Hope says to her little sister, while her merrily
dancing eyes ask, "Well shall we?"

   "What the fuck." I grin, "Dead is dead."

   "O.K.  you little pervert." Hope says, "You can watch, but you'd better
not tell anyone.  Now come and look in between us.  No, not there, between
out tummies."

   "But I can't see anything there." Grace complains.

   "You will." Hope grins wickedly, "You will."

   Loosening the grip of her legs around my hips, Hope draws her knees up,
almost into her armpits, and says to me, "Now you get up on your hands and
show her your 'doodle'.  Just make sure you leave some for me."

   "Greedy." I tease her.  "O.K.  kid, got your eyes peeled?"

   I look down between our bodies, glancing sideways under my arm to where
Grace peers intently at where our groins are still pressed so closely
together that there isn't room for a cigarette paper.  Then with
excruciating slowness, I lift my hips away from Hope's upturned loins.  As
my pubes begin to appear, Grace looks on with undisguised interest, but
also with a little confusion, as my cock is nowhere in evidence.

   I pause when she peers around behind me, to inspect our coupling from
that angle, but my dangling balls still conceal all of the interesting
bits. "Where's his doodle gone?" she asks with obvious confusion.

   "Come back up here and you'll see." Hope chortles.

   "But all I can see is hair." Grace complains.  "And what's that funny
dangly bag thing."

   "That's his nutsack." Hope says.  "And he's just going so slow to tease
us.  You'll see his cock soon enough."

   "That's a naughty word." Grace giggles.

   "Well you're going to hear plenty more of them." Hope giggles.  "Now get
that cock moving you bastard."

   "What like this?" I grin, withdrawing a millimetre further, then
pausing.

   "Get it that cock moving now you prick." she hisses fiercely.

   "And if I don't?" I grin down at her.

   "Do you want this to be a one way trip?" she asks sweetly, giving a
little wriggle of her hips to make her point.

   "Well when you put it like that." I chuckle.  Shifting my gaze to Grace
I say, "O.K.  here it comes."

   As I resume my withdrawal, my grin broadens in direct proportion to
Grace's widening eyes and dropping jaw.  Unblinking, she stares, shocked,
at the, to her eyes, immense shaft of glistening pink flesh which extends
from the nest of wiry black hair covering my groin to the much more lightly
furred, cleft mound between her sister's legs.  And I must admit, that even
to me, my just bigger than average prick looks disproportionately large
when compared to the almost hairless, split peach of Hope's barely
pubescent vulva.

   "You'll catch flies like that." Hope giggles, enjoying her sister's
shocked surprise as much as I do.

   Grace's jaw snaps shut with an audible clack, and while still staring at
where her sister's distended pussy lips are wrapped tightly around the
thick shaft of my prick, she accuses her sister, "You're a fibber.  It is
too in your bottom."

   "No it's in my other hole." Hope says, grinning with delight at her
little sister's look of incredulity.

   "Your pee hole?" Grace squeaks with disbelief.  "No way!"

   "No my *cunt* hole." Hope grins, seeming to take delight in seeing how
much she can shock her sister.

   Grace gasps.  "That's a really bad word.  Take it out Garry I want to
see."

   "WOW!" Grace yelps, her eyes almost popping out of her head as something
else pops into view.  "*That* was in there too?"

   Leaning over, she peers from a distance of less than twenty centimetres
at the glistening ruby nut topping my shaft.  To look at it, I'd have to
agree with her incredulous query.  Half again as wide as the shaft
supporting it, the head of my cock looks impossibly large, especially when
compared to the tiny slit which had so recently embraced it,that is now
almost completely hidden beneath the large glistening knob lying on top of
it.

   "It's all wet." Grace says, "Did you..." she turns to her big sister and
grins as she deliberately emphasises the next word, "*piss* on him?"

   "No it's my *cunt* juice on his *cock*.  It makes my *cunt* slippery so
his *cock* goes in easier when he *fucks* me."

   Giggling Grace takes it even further by asking, "How the *fuck* does
that *fucking* great big *cock* fit in your *fucking* *cunt* when he
*fucks* you?  I mean, my mouth's much bigger than your *cunt* and I can put
my whole fist in there, but there's no way *that* would fit." She then
hastily adds, "But I wouldn't do it, that's way gross, I was just saying
it."

   "You'd be surprised." Hope grins enigmatically.

   My mind works overtime at the thought of Grace sucking my cock, but at
the same time I'm still not sure of actually involving a seven year old in
our sex play.  I mean showing her is bad enough, but to actually have her
joining is too much.

   "Actually," I say, to distract her from the implications of Hope's
words, "that bit's pretty squashy.  See?" Pushing myself up and sit back on
my heels and take the head of my cock between my fingers and squeeze it, to
show how soft and spongy the tip of my cock really is.

   "Let me see?" Grace says, and before I can stop her, she grabs at the
head of my prick and squeezes.

   "OW!  FUCK!  Careful." I cry, slapping her hand aside.

   "Sorry."

   "So am I." I mutter.

   "You're lucky she didn't do that to your nuts." Hope giggles.  "You've
got to be real careful with boys Grace, they're real sensitive there.  And
another thing, who said you could touch my boyfriend's dick anyway."

   "Sorry Hope.  I just wanted to feel what it was like," Grace mumbles,
scrubbing her hand on her shorts, "and I won't do it again anyway, it feels
gross."

   "That's because it's got my cunt juice on it." Hope says, then grins
evilly, "And you should kiss it better too, you hurt him."

   "NO WAY!" Grace cries, recoiling in horror, "That's sick!"

   "Well I will." Hope says, determined to escalate her shock campaign to
stratospheric heights.  With her eyes locked on her sister's, she crouches
before me and wraps her fingers around my shaft as she slowly lowers her
face to my twitching prick.

   When she pauses with her lips just millimetres from the bloated purple
helmet, Grace jeers, "I knew you wouldn't "really* d...  OH MY GOD!" She
shrieks as Hope closes the gap and presses her lips firmly against the tip
of my swollen prick.

   Hamming it up, she makes a real performance of it, rolling her head from
side to side and humming before finally pulling back with a loud smack. 
Then turning towards her stupefied little sister, she deliberately extends
her tongue and licks the residue of her own juices from her lips.

   "You really did it?  You really did it?" Grace gasps, her voice and face
showing a hilarious mixture of shock, horror, disgust, and complete and
utter disbelief.  "You're sick."

   "Watch this then." Hope grins wickedly, and this time completely engulfs
the head of my prick, and nearly half of the shaft with her warm, sucking
mouth.

   "EEW GROSS!" Grace cries, hiding her face in her hands.  However, the
fascination proves too much for her, and she peeks through her fingers as
her big sister bobs her head up and down on my straining prick for several
seconds.

   And I'm almost as surprised as the completely grossed out little second
grader, since prior to this moment there was no way in the world that Hope
would even kiss me after I'd gone down on her unless I brushed my teeth
first.  And it had only been in the few months since she had started her
periods that she had sucked my cock when we couldn't fuck.  But only when
it was squeaky clean, and she had always finished me off with her hands.

   This time though, it was like she was trying to suck my balls out
through it.  "Oh fuck!" I groan as I involuntarily lift my hands to grasp
her head and encourage her to speed up her bobbing.  "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh
fuck." I repeat the words like a mantra as my thirteen year old neighbour,
and secret girlfriend ravenously devours my cock.

   The pleasure of her lips wrapped around my shaft, and her tongue rasping
against the underside of my glans is impossible to describe.  In one sense
it is less than the full and total embrace of her tight, oven hot vaginal
sheath, but the sensation of her rough tongue against the most sensitive
part of my prick is almost unbearable.

   "Oh my fucking god!" I cry out as my balls begin to churn, "I'm gonna
cum!"

   Immediately, Hope ceases her almost vampiric attack and jerks away from
my about to explode prick.  "Oh no you don't!" she cries, "You've got to
show my little sister how you fuck me first.  I'll finish that off when we
can't fuck."

   It takes a couple of seconds for it to penetrate that she wasn't
refusing to blow me to completion, just deferring it until her monthly
cycle brought our fucking to a temporary standstill.  Gasping, I take a few
deep shuddering breaths as the need to pump out the contents of my balls
slowly recedes.  "Oh fuck!" I gasp, "That was fucking incredible."

   "Well what did you think of that?" Hope asks with a broad grin, as she
pokes her gaping and totally stunned little sister in the ribs.

   Gulping, it takes the little girl a few seconds to find her voice.  "I
can't believe you did that." she finally gasps, "What if he did wees?"

   "I'd drink it." Hope says with bullshitting complacency.

   "HOPE!" I bark, fighting madly to keep back my grin at the stunned, just
punched in the guts look, on Grace's face.  "She's joking." I reassure the
white faced little girl, "Boys can't pee when their cocks are hard like
this.  At least not unless they really try."

   "Who says I'm joking?" Hope challenges with a naughty grin.

   "I do." I tell her, "What are you trying to do?  Shock her so much that
she does tell your mum."

   "I guess not." Hope replies a little more soberly, "Sorry Grace, I
really was just joking.  Come on, do you want to see where it goes when he
puts it inside me?"

   "I s'pose" Grace mumbles, still not quite over her shock.

   "O.K.  Garry you get behind me so I can lean against you." Hope
instructs me as she half pushes me into position.  "And hold my legs."

   I take hold of Hopes legs behind the knees as she reclines against my
chest, and pull them back and out to the sides, so that she's laid out like
a frog ready for dissection.  Hope then reaches down between her legs and
points at her pussy, "This is my cunt." she says.

   "I know that stupid." Grace replies, still obviously pissed off at her
sister for shocking her like she'd just done.

   "Hang on." I say, "I think we better say pussy.  I don't really like how
cunt sounds, and poor old Grace is less likely to get her mouth washed out
with soap if she accidentally says it in front of the wrong people."

   "I guess." Hope giggles.  "O.K.  Grace this is my *pussy*." She once
again points at her lightly furred mound.

   "How come you call it a pussy?" Grace asks curiously.

   "Because it's soft and furry, and she purrs when I pet it." I say,
releasing one leg to do just that.  "See?" I grin as Hope lets out a happy
little murmur and pushes her hand down on top of mine.

   Grace giggles, "She really is purring.  Mine feels good too when I rub
it.  Can I call it a pussy too, even though it doesn't have any fur yet?"

   Sure you can." I chuckle, "But I think we better get back to your
sister's pussy before she gets too excited to talk."

   "Meanie." Hope pouts as I take my hand out from beneath hers and return
it to holding her leg.  She rubs at the top of her slit for a few seconds
longer and then restarts her explanation.  "This is my pussy, and these are
my pussy lips." She traces up and down the length of her labia with a
finger tip.

   "Is your pussy mouth inside?" Grace asks, "Is that where his cock goes?"

   "Sort of." Hope giggles, "Except it's not called a pussy mouth, it's
called a vagina.  That's the proper name for it, it's also call a pussy
hole, or a fuck hole too."

   "And a cunt hole." Grace adds, "You said that before."

   "Yeah," Hope says, "but Garry's right, you better not say that word, or
any of the other words except vagina either.  At least not where grownups
can hear you."

   "O.K." Grace agrees, "Now hurry up and show me your vagina hole."

   "No it's just vagina on it's own." Hope giggles.  "O.K.  now if I just
open up my pussy lips a little bit, can you see that little bump at the top
of my crack?"

   "Yeah, what is it?"

   "That's my clitty." Hope replies, "That's where it feels best to touch,
except you have to be real careful because it's even more sensitive than
Garry's dick."

   "Yeah I know, I call it my buzzer." Grace giggles as she prods herself
between her legs with a finger tip.  "Buzz, buzz, buzz."

   "That's a good name for it." I chuckle.  "It's really called a clitoris,
but it's got lots of names too, like 'clit', and 'happy button', and
'little man in a boat'."

   "Hey it does look a bit like a canoe." Grace giggles tilting her head to
one side as she looks at her big sisters displayed genitals.  "But I still
can't see any hole."

   "That's down here at the other end of the canoe." Hope giggles, digging
her fingers in between both sets of labia and peeling them back.

   "But that hole's tiny!" Grace cries her objection, "I couldn't even get
my little finger in there."

   "And your bottom hole's even littler, but you can still poop through
it." Hope says, "And this hole can stretch heaps more than your bottom hole
can.  It's got to, this is where babies come out."

   "No way!" Grace denies automatically before looking past her sister to
me for confirmation, "Does it?"

   "It's true." I confirm, "You know how a baby grows in it's mummy's
tummy, well that's where it comes out when it's ready to be born."

   "Ow I bet that hurts." Grace says.

   "Yes it does." I agree, "But most ladies seem to think it's worth it."

   "How does it get there?"

   "A man fucks it in there." Hope giggles.

   Grace's jaw drops at this revelation, and she looks from her sister to
me and back to her sister, "He was fucking you." she breathes, "Does that
mean you're going to have a baby?  Oh wow I'm going to be an auntie."

   Unable to contain ourselves, both Hope and I burst out laughing, and it
becomes even more uncontrollable when she glares at us and demands to know
what's so funny.  Finally though we manage to gulp it down.  "That was
cruel." I remonstrate Hope, "Funny, but cruel.  Now tell her the rest."

   "Oh O.K." Hope giggles, "No I'm not going to have a baby.  Mum'd work
out what I've been up to pretty quick if I started looking like I swallowed
a beach ball.  Wouldn't she?  You know how I started getting really bad
tummy aches a few months ago?"

   "Uh-huh." Grace nods.

   "Well the pills the doctor gave me for them stop me from having a baby
too, so Garry and I can fuck as much as we like."

   "But what about when you do want to have a baby?" Grace asks.

   "I just stop taking the pills of course silly." Hope says.

   "I'm not silly!" Grace stamps her foot.

   "Of course you're not." I say, "Hope's the silly one, look at her, she
looks just like a frog on it's back."

   "Yeah she does." Grace giggles.  "And she's slimy like one too."

   "Ooh you little bitch." Hope giggles.  "And I'll get you for this too
you bastard."

   "Promises, promises." I chuckle.

   "How come tummy ache pills stop her from having a baby Garry?" Grace
asks me curiously, obviously mistrustful of her sister's shocking
explanations.  "And how come Mum didn't get some for me when I got tummy
aches?"

   "Um." I pause.  "How does she know about your periods Hope?" I ask.

   "Nothing," Hope replies, "Mum just told her the blood from my first one
was from my tummy ache."

   "Ah-hah." I nod.  "O.K.  you'll learn more about this in a few years
time, but it won't hurt to learn a bit now." I go on to give a brief
explanation of periods, and how they can be painful for some girls.  I
finish by saying, "So the doctor gave Hope some pills which make her
periods weaker, and hurt less, and those pills are the same ones that girls
take so that they don't have babies."

   "Can I see how you *don't* make a baby in her now?" Grace giggles once
I've finished my explanation.

   "I like that." Hope giggles flopping onto her back and spreading her
legs, "Come and 'don't make a baby in me' lover."

   "Uh-uh." I shake my head and haul her back up onto her knees, "You get
on top so Grace can see it better."

   "Good idea." she grins.

   "No the other way." I say when she goes to straddle my hips facing me,
"You know, like in the magazine, so she can see everything."

   "Oh yeah." Hope giggles as she turns herself around, "And she can help
like the other lady in the magazine too."

   "Well I wouldn't exactly call them ladies," I chuckle, "but Grace can
help if she wants to."

   "What do I have to do?" The little second grader asks suspiciously, "I
don't have to suck it do I?"

   "Now that's an idea." Hope says grasping my cock and aiming it at her
little sister with a wickedly appraising look.  She then relents with a
giggle, "No just hold his cock so it points straight up like this so I can
sit on it."

   "But it's all yucky." Grace protests half-heartedly.

   "We do have a wash basin in the bathroom." Hope says sarcastically.

   "Hope!" I chide mildly, "She doesn't have to do anything if she doesn't
want to."

   "No I'll do it!" Grace says hastily, her aversion to being thought
babyish, overcoming her repugnance of my slimy cock.

   "O.K.  then," I say, "but not too tight this time.  O.K?."

   "Uh-huh." she nods.  "Um where should I be?"

   "Lie down between his legs so you can see right up close." Hope
suggests,

   Grace does as her sister suggests, then reaches out to take a gingerly
grip on my rock hard prod.  "Oh yuck!" she cries snatching her hand back,
"It feels like snot."

   "Tastes better though." Hope giggles, lick the palm of the hand she'd
been holding me with.

   "You're gross." Grace giggles.

   "Yup." Hope agrees proudly, "Are you going to hold it or not baby."

   "I'm not a baby." Grace cries, "See?" She grasps my cock in a somewhat
too tight grip, but immediately loosens it and apologises when I grunt.

   O.K.  you're not." Hope grins rising up on her knees and shuffling
forwards until she straddles my hips, "Now point it straight up at my
pussy. O.K.  hold it there."

   From my position, I look down my body beneath Hopes just swelling
buttocks, to where Grace's small hand grasps the base of my cock, her
fingers not quite coming together around its modest girth.  Above her
fingers, the mushroom like tip of my cock just brushes against the soft,
hairless double swell of her big sister's labia.  Beyond, the little girl
looks on with a mixture of great interest and faint disgust as her big
sister begins to slowly settle downwards.

   At first, it appears impossible that my ruby tipped shaft could possibly
make its way into Hope's slender body, it's broad crown flattening out
against the warm soft pillows of her pussy lips.  But slowly, the slick
folds of her vulva give way to the insistent pressure, shouldered aside by
the stiff spear held upright by Grace's tiny paw.

   Suddenly, Hope jerks downwards a few centimetres, and lets out a
strained gasp, as the entire bloated corona is engulfed in the hot, slick
and exquisitely tight embrace of her vaginal sheath.  Now Grace's face
shows nothing but wonder, as she stares at the point where my thick cock
pierces her big sister's body.

   "Oh my God!" the little girl cries, "I still can't believe it.  Doesn't
that hurt?"

   "No." Hope breaths, her voice sounding as if it's coming from a million
miles away, "Feeeels Goood."

   "Does it still feel good when it's all inside you?"

   "Even better." Hope replies, "Watch?"

   She says the last with a wicked little giggle and before Grace can draw
back, she impales herself on all but the last few centimetres of my cock,
those few centimetres being the ones Grace has hold of me by.  A brief
struggle ensues, then even those last centimetres are ensheathed in the
volcanic heat of Hope's barely pubescent pussy.

   "Yuck!" Grace giggles, accusing, "You did that on purpose."

   "Me?" Hope asks in tones of injured innocence.

   "Yes you." I chuckle, reaching round to tweak her nipples.

   "Ooh!" she squeaks, with a delighted, and delightful, wriggle on my
cock, "Do that again."

   "Does pinching your boobs feel good too?" Grace asks.

   "Uh-huh." Hope nods.  "Now watch, I'm gonna fuck him now."

   "Aren't you fucking him already?" Grace asks confusedly.

   "Sorta," Hope replies, "but you're supposed to move when you're fucking,
and make it slide in and out.  Like this."

   Leaning forwards, Hope puts her hands on my legs and starts to lift her
pelvis up and down.  Slowly at first, she rises up until only the very tip
of my cock remains ensconced in her clinging little fuck sheath, then back
down to the root in one smooth motion that makes me groan with delight.

   "What's it feel like?" Grace asks in a voice filled with awe.

   "Awesome." Hope murmurs, "Full, and stretched, and slippery, all
together.  I can't describe it.  It just feels great.  She lifts one hand
from my legs, and I feel her knuckles against the underside of my cock as
she goes to work on her clit.  "It.  ah, feels even, ah, better when I, ah,
rub my clitty."

   Suddenly she's moving even faster on my cock, and she cries out, "Oh
yeah do it!  See, doesn't it feel good?"

   From her words, I guess that Grace is trying it for herself, and a few
moments later her words confirm it for me.  "Sorta," she says, "but it
sorta hurty too."

   "You gotta make it slippery." Hope tells her, "Here, use some of my
stuff."

   A moment later, I feel Grace's small fingers rubbing around the point
where my cock enters her big sister's body, her words, "No don't!  Eew
gross!" tell, me that Hope has more than a little to do with their
introduction.

   "Don't be a baby." Hope giggles.  "Try it now."

   "Oh wow!" Grace cries with obvious pleasure.

   I lift myself up onto one elbow and peer around Hope's rocking body to
where Gracie lies on her side with her hand jammed down the front of her
shorts.  "Oh Pooh!" she cries a moment later, "It's rubbin' off on my
pants."

   "Well take them off silly." Hope giggles.

   "But he's lookin' at me." Grace blushes when she notices me looking on
with interest.

   "So?" Hope giggles, "In case you haven't noticed, you're the only one
wearing anything."

   "But he's a boy."

   "Believe me, I've noticed." Hope says, and grinds her hips in an
exaggerated circle, "Oh boy am I noticing."

   "It's all right Gracie," I reassure her as I lay back, "I won't look." I
wait until I feel her struggling to push her shorts down and then peer
around the other side of Hope.  "Much."

   Her embarrassed shriek is everything I could have hoped for, and she
rolls herself up into a ball as she struggles to pull her shorts back up.
After a couple of seconds though, she pauses with her shorts at mid thigh
and looks up at me.  "I'm being silly aren't I?" she giggles.

   "Well when you consider that it used to be a ten minute battle just to
get a pair of undies on you," I grin, "maybe just a tad."

   "An' you useta give me baths too." she giggles, as she wriggles out of
her shorts and undies.  "Ta-da!" she cries as she holds them up for us to
see, and then with a naughty grin, she scurries up the bed and stretches
her undies over my face.  "There," she giggles, "you can't see me now."

   "Mmmm." I murmur appreciatively, "Smelly little girl pussy.  My
favourite."

   "You're gross." she giggles.  "And I don't smell.  That's stinky Hope."

   "Hey!  I resemble that remark." Hope giggles.

   "Can I have some more slippy stuff?" Grace asks.

   "Come and get it." Hope says, leaning back to expose her pussy more
fully.

   Grace turns leaving me with her undies still half covering my face, but
I can see enough beneath them to watch with interest the sight of her plump
little labia peeking out from between her thighs as she leans forwards over
her sister's lewdly presented mound.  "Eew gross." she giggles, but she
still reaches out and drags her fingers through the furrow splitting Hope's
prominent vulva.

   "Mmm Gracie." Hope murmurs, "I like that."

   "Feels weird." Grace mumbles as her fascination overcomes her revulsion.
"It's slimy like a fish, but it's warm."

   "Rub my clitty." Hope encourages her sister.

   Ignoring Hope's words, Grace instead begins exploring the joining of our
bodies with her fingers.  Tentatively at first, but with increasing
confidence, they roam all over her big sister's lightly furred mound.  At
first she concentrates on the drier area above Hope's slit, teasing through
the sparse, silky hairs.  "Soft." she murmurs almost to herself.

   Beneath Hope, I slowly rock my hips back and forth as much as the bed
will allow me, sliding my cock in and out of Hopes vagina, as she writhes
from side to side so as to increase the stimulation.  Our combined
movements send delightful surges of pleasure coursing up my spine, and when
Grace slides her fingers back through her big sister's slit to explore our
joining, the feelings increase enormously.  The thought that she is barely
seven years old, more than ten years younger than myself, only serves to
heighten that pleasure still further.

   Her tiny fingers, slick with the juices of our coupling, trace around
the tight seal between Hope's pussy and my rock hard shaft.  From there her
fingers travel along the exposed portion of my shaft to the little flap of
skin where it joins my scrotum.  "Can I feel your nutsack?" she asks
softly.

   "So long as you're gentle." I reply in a strained voice.

   "What's wrong?" she asks, "You sound funny."

   "Nothing." Hope giggles, "You're making him feels good."

   "Oh." Graces little fingers slip over the loose skin of my scrotum,
leaving behind a delightful cool trail of evaporating pussy slime.  "Your
hair's not soft like Hope's." she says, "It's scratchy like Grandad's
beard. Will your's go like that Hope?"

   "A little bit." Hope answers distractedly, more intent on teasing her
clit.

   "It's all wrinkly." Grace says as her fingers continue to caress my
heated scrotal sack.

   I involuntarily tense up when her fingers slip beneath my balls, making
her giggle.  "Don't worry I won't hurt you.  They feel like eggs.  Are they
your nuts?  What are they for?"

   "They make my sperm." I reply.

   "That's the stuff that makes babies isn't it?" she asks.  "Can I see
it?"

   "Not yet." I groan, "But soon, real soon."

   "You'll see it sooner if you go back to playing with you're own pussy."
Hope mock complains, "He can't fuck me properly when you're hand's in the
way."

   "O.K." Grace replies, her grin clearly audible, "I'll just get some more
pussy juice."

   "EEK!" Hope squeals in delighted surprise as Grace once again trails her
fingers through her big sister's oily slit, finishing with a deliberate
tweak of Hope's engorged clit, "You little bitch."

   Giggling, Grace sits back tailor fashion just below my hip and pushes
her fingers into her own small slit.  "Oooh.  Yeah that does feel nice."

   Craning my neck I try to look on, but all I can see is the back of her
hand undulating over her tiny mons, all of the interesting action being
hidden by the leg nearest my head.  I reach out and grasp her skinny thigh
just above her knee, marvelling that I can almost completely encircle it
with my fingers.  Pausing, she looks up at me inquiringly.

   "You're watching us." I grin, "How about you let me watch you too?"

   "O.K.  she giggles, turning pink with embarrassment as she turns herself
towards me.  "Can you see my pussy now?"

   "Just about." I say reaching up to adjust her knickers on my head like a
cap so that I can look out through one of the leg holes.  Levering myself
up onto my elbows, I grin, "There, I can see just fine now."

   "You're silly." she giggles.

   "Why what's he done?" Hope asks twisting around to look at me.  "Oh!"
she laughs, "No he's not silly, just a pervert."

   "What's that?" Grace asks, her fingers idly stroking up and down along
the length of her little pink slit.

   "Some one who molests innocent little girls like me, and wants to look
at their pussies." Hope giggles.

   "Hey!" I protest laughingly, "Who's molestering who here?"

   "She's molestering you." Grace giggles, "Does that mean she's a pervert
too?"

   "Oh I do hope so." Hope chuckles.

   "And I'm a pervert too." Grace declares happily, "Cos I molestered her."

   "Yep," I agree with her, "just don't let your mother find out."

   "No way!" She cries, "She'd make us stop, and this is heaps more fun
than playing dumb old Barbies with Julie.  I wanna do this all the time."

   "Yep.  She's a pervert." Hope laughs, "Right now though, my pervert had
better get his arse into gear before I get him tossed out of the pervert's
club for dereliction of duty."

   "Oops." I chuckle, "I think your big sister wants fucking."

   "You bet I do," Hope says, "and this position's fucking useless."

   "Don't you mean that fucking position's useless?" Grace asks with a
giggle.

   "Smart arse." Hope giggles, "Yeah this position for fucking is fucking
useless."

   "Looks good for the camera though." I say wrapping my arms around her
and pulling her back against my chest.  "Hang on."

   Holding her tight, I roll on top of her and then lift up onto my knees
behind her, all the while keeping my cock firmly ensconced within the tight
grip of her hot little pussy.

   "Oooh," Grace cries, "I've seen dogs like that.  Were they fucking too?"

   "Yep," I reply, "that's why they call it doggy style."

   "Shut up and fuck me." Hope cries, forcing her hips back into my groin.

   "Oh well if I have to." I say with an air of being much put upon.

   "Watch it." Hope tells me looking back over her shoulder with a
dangerous glint in her eye.

   "No he's supposed to *do* it." Grace giggles, "I'm supposed to *watch*
it."

   "Oh I give up." Hope groans as I chuckle.

   Grasping Grace by the wrist, I raise it high above her head, saying. 
"The winner and still champion."

   "If you don't get a move on, we're all gonna lose." Hope says, "Mum'll
be home soon."

   "O.K.  I'll be good." I grin as I begin to slowly slide my rampant prick
in and out of her tight, sucking pussy.

   And now that our fuck is properly under way, Grace settles down beside
us, her eyes locked on the junction of our bodies while her fingers caress
her hairless little slit, the pace of her movements unconsciously matching
mine.

   "This is so dirty." Hope murmurs, her head hanging down between her
shoulders so that she can watch Grace's fingers.  "I'm being fucked like a
dog while my baby sister watches and plays with her bald little cunt.  Are
you watching her Garry?  My baby sister's fingering herself right beside
you."

   "Yes I'm watching her." I grind out between my teeth.

   "Is it making you as hot as it's making me?" she continues, her hips now
beginning to push back towards me as she picks up the pace.  "Are you
looking at her little baldy cunt while you shove your big fat cock up my
hot, wet fuck hole?  Lie back and spread your legs right apart Gracie, give
him a look at your cute little pussy.  Spread your pussy open and show him
right up inside you."

   "Oh fuck!" I cry as Gracie assumes the same gynaecologically revealing
posture her sister had used earlier.  While I look on, she peels her
completely hairless little labia apart to reveal the soft rosy interior. 
Her tiny pink clit peeks from within its hood, glistening with her sister's
juices.  Almost completely unformed, the thin lines of her inner labia draw
my eyes down to the base of her slit.  There the tiny entrance to her
vagina is stretched open to reveal the glistening paper thin membrane of
her hymen.

   Grasping Hopes hips in a vice like grip, I slam my hips into her still
boyishly bony backside, driving my steely shaft into the tight, heated
depths of her swampy cunt with bone jarring force.  Again and again I slam
fuck into my thirteen year old lover, perverted thoughts inspired by the
Grace's obscene display have me pounding into Hope's slender body harder
than I've ever fucked her before.  And Hope, her head hanging between her
shoulders to watch her baby sister as she rubs her fingers through her tiny
hairless slit pushes back into me.

   "Oh, ungk fuck!" she grunts, "Root me, ungh, ah, you sick, ugh,
bast-ugh-ard.  Screw, ah, me like a-ungh dog whi-ng-le my babEEE sis-ah
plaEEEEs with her-AIEE bald litt-le slit.  You wAH-nt to - OH GOD - fUHck
it don't you?"

   Her perverse words echo the obscene thoughts already ringing in my head,
driving me into a lust filled frenzy.  Sweat pours from my body as I
repeatedly slam my rock hard cock into her tight, sopping wet fuck hole. 
Harder and harder, I force myself into her unresisting body until her arms
collapse, her face becoming buried in the rucked up bedclothes.  Only the
vice like grip of my fingers on her bony hips holds her arse in the air
while I continue to pound into her with undiminished vigour.

   Her voice, now muffled by the bedclothes, continues unabated.  "OH GOD,
ugh YESSS!" she cries, her fingers clenched into white knuckled fists. 
"Harder!  Fuck meEEEE you per-ahvert.  Fuck MEEEE!  Fuck me!  Fuck me! 
....." Like a mantra, she repeats the two words over and over again while
my tightening balls slap wetly against her dripping snatch.

   Suddenly, her words are replaced by a rising, ululating shriek as the
most intense orgasm I have ever witnessed rips into and through her barely
pubescent body.  Her fingers release their grip on the bedclothes, splaying
as she slaps the mattress in time with the flexing muscles rippling her
belly.  Her already tight vaginal sheath now clenches around my deeply
buried cock like the fist of a milkmaid, wave after wave of contractions
rippling along the length of my cock, pulling at it, seeking to draw my
seed deep into her body.

   Two such orgasmic undulations milk my swollen manhood, driving me over
the edge.  My entire existence is now concentrated in the few square
centimetres of moist, heated flesh locked together in the most intimate
embrace possible.  Deep within my loins, a fiery burning sensation sears
from my contracting prostate though the length of my adamantine shaft.  My
pent up seed scorching a path into the welcoming depths of Hope's swampy
quim.

   Again and again my body jerks, each white hot pulsation more intense
than the last, coursing through my swollen prick and shooting up the length
of my spine, bursting forth in wave after wave of indescribable, almost
unbearable pleasure.

   Finally as my vision begins to fade at the edges, the exquisite torture
slowly fades, and with it goes all of my strength.  Barely conscious, I
collapse on top of Hope, my drained body twitching spasmodically as I draw
great shuddering breaths into my oxygen starved lungs.

   Slowly I become aware of Grace's tiny hands pushing at my shoulders, her
voice, shrill with panic, asking me, "Are you all right?  Are you all
right?"

   Still half out of it, I turn my head to look at her bemusedly, "Huh?"

   "Are you all right?" she repeats for the third time that I'm aware of.

   "Mmmm fine." I murmur nuzzling into Hope's bedraggled hair.

   "Are you sure?" she asks, "You was both screamin' and yellin' even worse
than before."

   "You can get off me now." Hope says, pushing at me with her shoulder,
her voice muffled by a mouthful of doona.

   "Do I have to?" I complain as, with a monumental effort, I roll off her
and onto my back.

   "Jesus!" Hope groans as she too flops over onto her back.  "That was
fucking awesome."

   "I was inspired." I say with a weak grin.

   "I know." Hope giggles back almost as weakly, "By my baby sister's bald
pussy."

   "No just her big sister's filthy talk." I chuckle.

   "Well since I was talking about her pretty little puss it's pretty much
the same thing isn't it?" she accuses merrily.

   "I refuse to answer that question on the grounds it may incriminate me."
I say, lifting myself up onto one elbow and looking down at her.

   "So you do like her little slit." she grins.  "Do you think it's
prettier than mine?"

   "I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that I might get hit."
I chuckle.

   "You're safe for the moment." she giggles, "I don't have the strength.
God it feels like you fucked my poor little pussy raw." She eases her legs
apart, asking, "How does it look Grace?"

   "Eew, it's got white stuff coming out." Grace says in tones of great
disgust.

   "That's his sperm he squirted in me," Hope says.

   "Oh," Grace says, disappointment in her voice.  "I didn't see it
squirting out."

   "Sorry," I chuckle, "we got a little carried away.  Maybe next time."

   "O.K." she acquiesces easily.  Just them a wicked little glint comes
into her eye and she looks at her sister.  "I bet you won't suck his cock
now it's got that stuff on it too."

   "Just watch me." Hope fires back.  Groaning with the effort, she drags
herself around until her head lies on my belly, and her lips are just
centimetres from my shrunken member.

   Her warm breath feels marvellous on my poor abused prick, as is the
sensation of her tongue tentatively touching it, but when she slurps it
into her mouth like limp spaghetti, I cry out in at the flaring, almost
pain.  "Oh god!  Gently.  It feels like I fucked the skin right off it."

   Hope mumbles something which might be an apology, but refuses to release
my cock from the warm, moist confines of her mouth.  She does however
moderate her efforts to a soothing gentle sucking.

   "You're so gross." Grace cries out, her gaze captured by the sight of
her big sister nursing on my cunt juice and semen slimed cock.

   Once she is satisfied that she has gotten all that she can from my cock,
Hope gently disengages herself, and turns to her little sister, a wicked
gleam in her eye.  "Don't knock it if you haven't tried it." she giggles.
"Actually, it tastes pretty good."

   "Really?" I ask with a grin.  "How about you tell her the rest now?"

   "O.K." she grins back, "That was the first time I've done that Grace. 
I've always thought it was gross too.  It's just that doing stuff in front
of you made me so horny, and I wanted to see what it was like."

   "Well I still think it's gross." Grace giggles.  "And how come you was
saying stuff about me and my pussy Hope?  Do you really want to put your
cock in it and fuck me too Garry?  How come?  I haven't got any boobs like
Hope does, and I don't have any hair on my pussy either.  Would it really
fit in me?"

   "Whoa." I say holding up my hand, "Slow down a bit.  First of all, Hope
was saying those things to make me more excited, so I'd fuck her better,
and they excited her too."

   "Does that mean you do want to fuck me." Grace interrupts, "You can if
you want."

   "Whoa, whoa, whoa." I cry, "I can't really fuck you.  It'd hurt too
much, but it's still fun thinking about it."

   "How come?"

   "Because it's so nasty." Hope says, "And boys like it when a girl's
pussy squeezes his cock, and your's would be extra tight."

   "How come it's nasty?"

   "Because people think it's wrong for little girls to know anything about
sex until they're older."

   "Does that mean I'm bad?" she ask apprehensively.

   "God no!" I quickly reassure her.  "Well maybe a just little bit for
making us show you.  But if anyone's bad it's us for giving in."

   "But how come it's bad?" she asks, "I think it's fun."

   "I dunno." I admit, "Maybe it's because you could get hurt if someone
really did try to fuck you."

   "I sorta wish you could." she says softly, "You keep on saying it's
heaps of fun and it feels really good.  I wish I was bigger so I could feel
good too.  I mean it feels nice when I rub it and stuff, but you looked
like you really liked it, 'specially at the end when you was jerking and
yelling and stuff."

   "Oh boy did we ever." Hope giggles, "That was the most awesome cum I
ever had, and I think Garry liked his too."

   "You bet your sweet little pussy it was." I say, "If I'd cum any harder
you'd be coughing up my balls by now."

   "See." Grace says unhappily as her big sister laughs at my words, "I'm
too little to have fun like that."

   "No you're not." Hope reassures her, "I was only a little bit older that
you when Garry gave me my first cum."

   "You mean he fucked you when you were nearly as little as me?" Grace
asks incredulously, "But he said I was too little to fuck."

   "No he didn't fuck me then." Hope replies, "He just rubbed me with his
fingers like you were doing.  He's heaps good at it."

   "Whoa, hang on." I interject, "I don't know that that's a very good
idea."

   "Why not?" Grace asks, "Don't you want to do it?"

   "Yeah, why not?" Hope adds naughtily.

   "Don't you start that again." I say warningly, to Grace I say, "I didn't
say I don't want to, I'm just not sure it's a good idea.  Hope was fibbing
a little bit when she said she was only a bit older than you.  Actually,
she was nearly ten when it happened.  I don't know if little girls as young
as you can cum like Hope did."

   "But I was only seven when you touched me there for the first time, and
it still felt better than when I did it, and you're heaps better at it too
now."

   "I'm also a hell of a lot older now." I say, "It's bad enough that she
watched us, but guys my age just aren't supposed to touch little girls like
her."

   "Guys your age aren't supposed to touch middle sized girls like me
either." Hope giggles.

   "Please Garry?" Grace says looking at me imploringly.  "Just once. 
Please."

   "Go on Garry," Hope chimes in, "make her happy."

   "Make you happy you mean." I chuckle, "What the hell, I might as well be
hung for a lamb, as for a sheep."

   "You got that backwards." Hope grins, then as what I meant by the
reversal sinks in, she thumps me.  "Hey, I'm not that old you bastard."

   "Maybe it's time I traded you in on a newer model anyway."

   "You'll pay for that crack you prick." she threatens me.

   "No I won't." I grin, "You'll let me play with your little crack for
free, won't you Gracie?"

   "Uh-huh." she nods while grinning at her sister.  "She's too old for a
pervert like you."

   "Why you little...." Hope begins before collapsing on top of me.  Both
of us howl with laughter.

   "I've created a monster." Hope finally gasps as she pushes herself up to
look down at me, "Two of them in fact."

   "Don't worry." I grin back, "I'll throw you a mercy fuck every now and
then, once a month or so."

   Unfazed she just grins back, "That's all right your dad fucks me better
anyway."

   Gobsmacked by Hope's outrageous statement, I just stare at her.

   "You mean Uncle Steve fucks you too?" Grace asks incredulously.

   "Uh-huh." Hope nods, grinning hugely, "And his cock is twice as big as
Garry's, it really fills me up.  It feels like it's going to come out the
top of my head when he fucks me."

   "Really?" Grace gasps.

   "Uh-huh.  And when he squirts his sperm, there's so much it makes my
tummy blow up like a balloon and makes it look like I'm really going to
have a baby."

   "Oh wow!" Grace just laps it up.

   "And when he does it in my mouth it comes out of my nose too." Hope adds
as she fleshes out her tale.

   This however proves too much.  "You fibber." Grace cries, "You said you
never done that before."

   "Had you going though.  Didn't I?" Hope says, her giggles mingling with
my deeper chuckles.

   "I guess." Grace giggles.  "Are you going to rub my little bald pussy
and make me feel good now Garry?"

   "What?" I gasp, gobsmacked for the second time in as many minutes.

   "Oh." Grace whispers crestfallen, "Didn't it say it right?  That's what
Hope was saying when you fucked her."

   "No you said it just right." I chuckle, "You just surprised me a little
bit.  But you'd better be careful who you say things like that around."

   "I know." she agrees easily.  Laying back, she once again lifts her
knees and parts them in a way that only the very young and trained gymnasts
can achieve.  "Come on then." she goads me with a naughty glint in her eye,
"Rub my little pussy for me.  Touch my baby clitty and make me feel good
like Hope did.  Make me flop and scream like she did."

   "Oh wow!" she says in surprise, "Just showing you my pussy and saying it
is making me all tingly."

   "You're not the only one." I say, as my poor, much abused cock vainly
tries to raise its head in response to Grace's lewd words, and even more
obscene display.  "Little girls like you just aren't supposed to say that
sort of thing, but my cock sure likes to hear them."

   "Come on Gawwy," She teases me, suddenly adopting the lisping tones of a
child even younger than the seven years she lays claim to.  "Doancha wanna
pway wiff me?  My widdle" (she giggles at the pun that word presents)
"puss-puss is all cold and lonewy and wants you to cuddle it."

   "I really did create a monster." Hope giggles at my dumbfounded
expression.  "What made you talk like a baby Gracie?"

   "I thought if talking about little girls like me made you excited, it'd
be even better if I sounded even littler." Grace explains.  "Why, did I do
wrong?"

   "See for yourself." Hope giggles as she points at my partially
reawakened cock.

   "Oh wow!" Grace cries, "It's getting bigger again."

   "Yep," Hope says, "and after that last fucking he gave me, I would have
bet that nothing could do that for ages."

   "That means he thinks I'm sexy doesn't it?" Grace asks.

   "You bet I do." I say, having finally managed to regain the ability to
speak.

   "Even sexier than Hope?" she asks mischievously.

   "Well I wouldn't go that far." I say, chuckling, "At least not while
she's in the same room."

   "You'll pay." Hope says with a grin.

   "Whatever." I reply absently as I roll her off me, and snuggle up beside
Grace, "Right now though, I've got more important things to attend to."

   "Now you're really going to pay."

   Ignoring Hope, I gently push Grace's legs out straight, saying, "Not
like that.  This way's better for what I want to do."

   "Uh-huh." she nods soberly, her levity fleeing now that the momentous
occasion has arrived.

   "Now you tell me if you don't like anything I do, or it makes you feel
uncomfortable." I say softly, laying my hand on her little rounded tummy.

   "Uh-huh." she breathes.

   "First of all lets get this shirt off."

   "O.K." she agrees struggling to sit up.

   "No you just lay there." I say softly, "Let me do it."

   "O.K.  But why?" she asks as I slowly work on one side and then the
other of her t-shirt, slowly pushing it up into her armpits, "I don't have
any boobs.  Oh!"

   "Does that answer your question?" I grin down at her as I slide my hand
across to her other nipple and give it a little tweak too.  "You're pussy
isn't the only place that feels good."

   Gently I work her arms out of her t-shirt and finally slip the bunched
up cloth over her head, leaving her naked but for the little Nike sandshoes
incongruously adorning her feet.

   With gentle fingers, I brush the dishevelled hair back from her
forehead, and tuck it behind her dainty little ears.  With my fingers
atremble, I begin Grace's introduction to the sensual feelings which will
culminate in the exquisite pleasures of sexual fulfilment.  Raised above
her supine form on one elbow, I look down into her trusting, but still
apprehensive features, my eyes just two tens of centimetres from her own.

   Lightly, I touch her forehead, smoothing away the slight wrinkles of her
concern.  My fingers trail over her temple to the delicate curve of her
right ear, tracing the cartilaginous folds, lightly pinching the soft lobe.
She squirms under the influence of the familiar, yet somehow strange touch.
A touch that awakens new and delicious sensations in her tiny seven year
old body.

   "Mmm," she murmurs softly, "that tingles."

   My thumb lightly touching her jaw, I draw my fingertips over the
exquisitely soft skin of her glowing pink cheek.  I press a finger lightly
to the moist bow of her lips, "Shh." I whisper almost inaudibly.

   The gentle breeze of her breath caresses my fingers as I move from her
lips to her other cheek and on to her other ear.  Again she squirms, a
susurrating murmur of pleasure escaping her slightly parted lips.  My
fingers circle the slight depression of her temple, brushing the downy
hairs fringing her hairline, exciting sensations that have been denied her
since infancy.

   My fingers trace the downy ridges of her eyebrows from side to side,
returning along the ridge of her cheekbones then passing back over the
delicate, fluttering lashes lining her quivering eyelids.  Again I caress
her flushed cheeks, and outline the tiny promontory of her button nose.

   I watch as her tiny pink tongue briefly emerges to moisten her drying
lips, listen as she purrs throaty murmurs of contentment.  My hand still
hasn't left her face, but already I am aware of her quickening breath, and
I know that if I were to lay my hand on her left breast I would feel the
beat of her tiny heart following suit.

   But first her glistening pink lips draw my fingers to them.  From corner
to corner, I trace their outline, marvelling at their softness.  Her lips
part slightly, puckering, and returning my caress with a sweet kiss to my
fingertips.  Returning some of the fire that my touch has inspired.

   I draw my fingers downward over the point of her chin to her throat. 
Her adaam's apple bobs convulsively as she swallows.  My fingertips pass
through the hollow at the base of her throat, and lightly circle the bony
confluence where her collarbones meet her breastbone.  She sighs a cry of
deep contentment, her chest rising and falling beneath my fingertips.

   My fingers trace a figure eight across her narrow, bony chest, lightly
bumping over the corrugations of her ribs as they orbit the tiny pink dots
of her prepubescent nipples.  She squirms, her body instinctively seeking
to bring those sensitive buttons beneath my fingers.

   Smiling, I gently shake my head, pressing down lightly in the center of
her chest, and waiting until she stills.  I feel the rapid palpitations of
her beating heart beneath my fingertips, her growing arousal transmitted to
me in its bird like fluttering.

   My fingers resume their lemniscate circuit around her tiny pink nipples,
their path contracting with each pass.  Then as they close in on their
eventual targets, I span her narrow chest with my open hand, my thumb and
forefinger tracing small circles around her juvenile nipples.

   My eyes search hers looking for any signs of distress as I close in on
these exquisitely sensitive circles of skin, barely darker than the
untanned flesh surrounding them.  All that I find is trust, excitement,
eagerness, invitation, and love.

   Holding her gaze, I lower my face towards hers, breathing in the
sweetness of her breath.  Her eyes widen with her realisation of what I am
about to do, and then close as she purses her lips in clear invitation. 
Closer still I bring my lips to hers, our breath mingling, then just as I
close the last few millimetres, I finally bring my fingertips into contact
with her hardened nipples.

   She gasps at the intensity of the sensations, her lips parting just as
mine meet hers.  It is her first truly sensual kiss.  Her first kiss which
is not the product of filial devotion or duty.  And it is mine.  It lasts
barely a second, yet that second stretches into eternity.

   She moans, a sound filled with disappointment and need as I pull back,
her head lifting to follow my retreating lips with her own.  With a gasp,
she lets it fall back to the bed, as I bring thumb and forefinger together
on her right nipple, lightly pinching the minuscule nub.

   She looks up at me almost pleadingly as I begin to caress her flank,
sliding my fingers lightly up and down from her right hip to pectoral fold
flanking her armpit.  With each pass I bring the lower point closer to the
center of her body, now passing just inside the protruding point of her
hipbone, just brushing the outermost edges of her pubic swell.

   Her breathing comes in short sharp pants, anxiety joining the welter of
emotions filling her eyes, but she is more eager that ever that I push her
over the yawning precipice, trusting that I will be waiting at the bottom
to catch her.

   From her pubis, I trail my fingers to the tiny rosettes of her nipples
and then back.  I barely brush over the smooth hairless rise above her
tightly closed little slit, seeking to ignite small embers of delicious
torment.  Back and forth my fingers pass fanning the embers until she
writhes with the delicious agony of ever increasing arousal.

   I catch her fingers as they attempt to sooth the burning itch I have set
ablaze, smiling at the silent plea in her passion twisted features. 
"Soon." I promise her softly.  "Just a little more."

   Now my fingers caress only the soft hairless mound of her pubis, tracing
its outline from prominent hipbones to where it dives back between her
slightly parted legs.  I caress the softness of her inner thighs,
surrounding her sex in a ring of fire.

   Her small fists clutch spasmodically at the air, beating a silent tattoo
of need on the bedclothes as her hips begin to thrust upwards, seeking to
place the epicentre of the blaze under my roving fingertips.  She whines in
frustration, panting almost incoherent pleas for me to release the pressure
building within her slender frame.

   She gasps, a sharp indrawn breath of minor release, as my fingers
finally move to the center.  But still I lightly ride the increasingly
spasmodic movements of her hips, tracing the full length of her slit with
my middle finger, the fingers to either side lightly caressing the swollen,
inflamed ridges of her labia.

   Slowly, seeping moisture begins to coat my fingertips, and I increase
the pressure with which I push against the soft, rubbery folds of her
prepubescent vulva, the heel of my hand against her left hip helping me
ride out the increasingly violent thrusts of her hips.  Back and forth I
trace along the creases of her burning pussy lips, now pausing at the top
of each pass to tap lightly, directly over the point where her tiny clit
lies enfolded in the fiery embrace of her swollen pussy lips.  Sharp gasps
punctuate her almost continuous mewling with each staccato contact.

   Finally the moisture anointing my fingers and the length of her tiny
hairless slit lets my finger slip into the hot swampy crevasse between her
engorged labia.  Her eyes fly open at the sudden intrusion, and her breath
escapes in a deep, almost growling "OH!" of surprise.  And she grips my
wrist with tiny fingers like bands of steel, fearing that this is the
latest and greatest in a series of ever increasing torments.

   I know however that her tiny body has taken all that it can handle.  I
swirl the tip of my finger in a tiny circle about the entrance to her tiny
vagina, gathering more of the surprisingly copious lubricants seeping from
within.  Drawing it upwards towards the bloated bulb of her engorged
clitoris.

   Her fingers relax as she realises that the end of her journey is
approaching, but remain caught about my wrist, not quite trusting me to
hasten that journey's completion.  The mewls of pleasure coming from her
parted lips intensify, her every breath a rapturous "Oh!" of surprise and
ecstasy.

   Matching her rapid exhalations, I press down on the hard kernel of her
clit, my fingertip twirling in a tiny circle over ultra-sensitive bundle of
nerves fanning the flames I ignited in her prepubescent body into an
explosive conflagration that will consume her utterly.

   The approaching peak of her climax announces itself with a great indrawn
breath and a sudden tightening of her fingers about my wrist as her face
screws up into a pain like rictus of unimaginable pleasure.  My thumb
pushes down on her pebbly little clit from above, trapping it against the
fleshy pad of my forefinger and providing the impetus to send her over the
edge and plunging into the abyss.

   Her back arches clear of the bed, heels and shoulders pressing into the
mattress as great shuddering contractions drive the breath from her body in
a diminishing series of ecstatic cries.  As I release her clit, she falls
back to the bed like a string cut puppet, rising again when I close my
fingers on her little 'buzzer' and gently squeeze.

   Three times in all, I pinch the swollen nerve filled bulb, stopping when
her grip about my wrist slackens, and lack of breath silences her cries. 
As she falls back for the third time, I withdraw my finger from her tightly
clasping slit and cup the whole of her heated vulva in my hand, gently
massaging it as I lower my head to press my lips to hers, trapping her
upper lip between mine.

   It is an amazing testament to the recuperative powers of youth, that it
is only moments before her arms come up to curl about my neck and hug me
tight.  "Mmmm!" she murmurs softly, her lips closing on my bottom lip,
sucking it gently.

   "That was beautiful." Hope's awe struck voice breaks the silence.

   Grace's arms tighten slightly about my neck, as if afraid that I might
pull away from her, but lack of breath soon forces her to release me.  The
breaking of the kiss also breaks the spell holding me, and I become acutely
aware of the pins and needles shooting through the arm beneath me.

   Not wanting Grace to think I am deserting her, I slide my hand up from
the warmth of her little pussy and beneath her shoulder to cup the back of
her head as I roll onto my back.  Murmuring contentedly, she snuggles up to
my side, resting her head in the hollow of my shoulder, and throwing her
right leg half over my hip.

   Hope lets us recuperate in silence for a minute or two, but finally
curiosity gets the better of her.  "Well," she verbally prods her sister,
"did you like it?"

   "Mmm-mm." Grace murmurs.

   Unsatisfied Hope tries again, "Wasn't it just the most awesome thing in
the whole world Grace?"

   "Mmm-hmm." Grace mumbles as she snuggles herself in even tighter.

   A moment later though she becomes aware of the rigid tube of flesh
pressing against the inside of her thigh, and she lift her head to look
down at the angry purple dome of my cock.  "It's stiff again." she says
wonderingly, "Can I see the sperms come out now?"

   Sensing that the moment has departed, I decide a little levity is in
order.  "I think that can be arranged." I chuckle softly, as I slide my
hand down to grasp my throbbing prick.

   "Why don't you let Grace do it?" Hope suggests.

   "I'm not sucking it." Grace cries as she struggle upright.

   "Go on." Hope giggles naughtily, moving as if to push her little
sister's head down towards my cock.

   "You don't have too." I reassure her, directing a frown at Hope.  "You
can just use your hands like I did for you.  Or if you want you can just
sit back and watch."

   "Spoilsport." Hope giggles.  "It's all right Gracie, I was only joking
anyway.  Do you want to do it with your hands, or do you just want to watch
me?"

   "I'll do it." Grace says, "He made me feel really good, so I guess I
should pay him back.  But what do I do?"

   "Just hold it like this and make your hand go up and down." Hope says,
suiting her actions to her words and demonstrating how I like to be wanked.
"You better be quick though, Mum'll be home soon."

   "Oh shit!" I cry, struggling to sit up, "What's the time."

   "Don't worry, you've still got half an hour," Hope giggles, "and I bet
it'll only take about two minutes."

   "Are you sure?" I ask, even as Grace shoves me down onto my back again.

   "Of course I am." Hope replies, "Now stop worrying and let her play with
your doodle, I wanna watch this."

   At first Grace's grip, is tentative, or maybe it's a pay back for the
teasing I subjected her to.  Either way, rather than rolling my foreskin
over the swollen dome of my cock, her fingers skitter over my skin, her
touch igniting the same sort of fire which I had so recently inflicted upon
her.

   "Hold it tighter." I groan, closing my fingers over hers to demonstrate
how I like to be held and the pace I prefer.

   She soon manages a ragged rhythm approximating what I like, but her
small hand makes it impossible to completely encircle the crown at the top
of her stroke.  Hope though, has the answer.  "Use both hands." she
suggests.

   Frowning with concentration, Grace works my rock hard cock with her
hands, soon settling down to a smooth pumping action which has me murmuring
with delight.  And soon afterwards, she is able to spare enough of her
attention to talk.

   "It feels funny." she giggles, "The skin on top is all tight and shiny,
but it's soft underneath, and where it's hard underneath, the skin's soft
and baggy.  I like it."

   "I'm glad to hear it." I chuckle.

   "I bet you're glad to feel it too you pervert." Hope says naughtily, "I
bet you like my baby sister playing with your big nasty cock.  She's only
seven years old you know.  She's supposed to be playing with Barbies, not
your dirty old cock.  Do you like it you pervert?  Do you like how she's
rubbing your disgusting prick with her tiny little hands?  That's why
people like you are perverts isn't it?  Her little hands make your cock
look bigger.  That way you can pretend you're like those men in that
disgusting magazine you forced me to look at.  Are you going to squirt it
all over her like they do in the pictures?  Are you going to cream all over
her tiny little hands?  I just bet you'd like to squirt it all over her
little bald crack you nasty pervert."

   The image that accompanies Hope's last obscene statement tips me over
the edge.  Groaning, I jam my hips up into Grace's fists, lava like bursts
of semen coursing through my prick to erupt into the air and splash down on
my belly.

   As if from a great distance, I hear Hope cry out, "No don't stop.  Keep
moving your hands."

   I feel increased pressure on my prick as Hope's hand covers her little
sister's.  Urging them back into motion, but at the same time, she pushes
it to the side, directing the remaining spurts away from my belly. 
Following so close on the heels of the tremendous cum I'd experienced with
Hope, this one is soon over, ending with one last dribble of cum and a
couple of dry heaves.

   "O.K., you can stop now." Hope says, halting her sister's hands, "It
hurts if you keep going."

   "That was gross." Grace giggles as she unwraps her liberally beslimed
fingers from my softening prick.  "But it was fun." Suddenly she looks down
between her legs, "You made it squirt on my pussy." she cries.

   "Yep." Hope says proudly, "Doesn't it look sexy Garry?"

   I struggle up onto one elbow and look into the gap between her skinny
thighs.  A few creamy droplets of cum adorn the still pink lips of her
little puss, the majority of what struck her having landed on the lower
swell of her belly and upper curve of her pubic mound in two cris-crossing
streamers, one of which threatens to dribble into her slit.  "Very sexy." I
chuckle, "And you call me a pervert.  Who was it that made it land there?"

   "Me." Hope giggles, drawing her shoulders back and thrusting her chest
out proudly.

   "Will it make me have a baby?" she asks worriedly, looking down at the
pearly beads trickling into her tight little crack.

   "Oh Gracie!" I cry sympathetically gathering her up in my arms, "It has
to go inside you to make you pregnant, and even then you wouldn't have to
worry.  Your body's much to young, you have to be having periods like Hope
before it's ready to have babies."

   Reassured, she trails her fingertip through the obscene mess on her
little tummy, testing it.  She quickly discovers how slippery it is, and
with a naughty look towards me, she pushes a large glob between her fat
little pussy lips.  "It feels nasty." she giggles, "I like it.  Next time I
want you to squirt it all on my little bald pussy and rub it in and make it
feel good again."

   "Oh God!" I groan.  "What have we done?"

   "Corrupted my baby sister." Hope giggles, "Wasn't it fun?"

   "Well yes." I admit, pretending reluctance.  "I just don't know if I can
make enough cum to keep up with the pair of you."