Poster's note: I'm not sure if this 'extended' version has been posted before,

I think I found it on Mr. Double's site (www.mrdouble.com - worth a visit).

I'm only posting it here by request, please send all comments to the author,

Clayton <clayton@nym.alias.net>.

 

Copyright (c) 1997, Clayton, ALL Rights Reserved

Clayton's Children - The Babysitter (Mggg, cons, inc)

By Clayton or <clayton@nym.alias.net>

Copyright (c) Clayton 1997. Permission is given to freely distribute this

document electronically, providing the entire document is preserved intact

and no monies, beyond normal board or site membership charges, are charged

for its distribution. (Ken Nestle, this means you.)

Warning: This story contains descriptions of sex between an adult male and

preteen children. If this is not your cup of tea stop reading now.

Disclaimer: This is a work of 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 as they

please such that their actions do not adversely impact on the lives of

others.

Introduction: Primus - The origin of the title: Over the years I have

found myself looking after a large number of children, many of whom have

at one time or another developed severe crushes on me. As time went by I

discovered that I en- joyed their company more and more, often I found

myself with them, discussing the intricacies of the transformers,

comparing various superheros against one and other, and spending less time

with their parents. Finally someone remarked that the children might as

well be mine. And so my Clayton's children came to be, "The child you're

having when you're not having a child."

Secundus - This is a story of make believe, it describes what might have

been in a very different world. If you feel an uncontrollable desire to

carry out the activities described in this type of story, the stop reading

now and seek professional help.

Tertius - You might find this story to be a little long winded for your

tastes and too much prose separating the 'Rumpety, Pumpety'. Well too bad,

I'm starting to get just a little sick of those stories in which the

narrator has their partner undressed by the third paragraph, has them

orgasming in the fifth and is working on their second encounter or their

next partner by the tenth.

Quatrius - I hope you find my choice of phrasing to be an improvement over

some recent stories that I have seen in the newsgroups, these stories

appear to have been written either cut and paste or by an AI. If the

former then shame on you and if the latter then I commend you and urge you

to improve your algorithm to include more descriptive phrases and less

repetition.

 

Chapter 10 - Rene Too.

"I said I was going to suck your cock and drink it all." Alison grins up

at me from between my legs, silhouetted against the curtained window by

the first chill light of the dawn.

Her tight little fist, continues the slow pumping action that had awoken

me.

"What about Rene?" I ask, not yet sure that she should be joining our

games.

"Don't worry about her, she's still asleep." Alison reassures me, even as

she leans forwards and engulfs the head of my prick in her warm, wet

mouth. Something about her answer leaves me feeling uneasy, but the

sensation of her lips being forced open my the turgid, purple crown of my

cock leaves little room for thinking.

She sucks on it like a baby for a couple of seconds then pulls free with a

sloppy, wet, sucking slurp. With her fingertips lightly digging into the

top of my cock she resumes sliding the skin sheathing my shaft up and down

jerkily. Then once again forces the soft tight ring of her lips down over

my swollen glans.

Somehow or other the inexperience of her cock sucking and the knowledge

that it's her first time, excites me even more than a more talented attack

on my prick would do. Groaning with the imminence of my release, I open my

eyes to see *RENE* crouched between my thighs, with my prick in her tiny

hands and her small red lips surrounding the head as she licks the tip.

Even as my mind screams at the wrongness of this, my balls pulse

powerfully and with an incredible burning spasm, I pump a massive surge of

semen into her warm, wet mouth.

Surprised, by the sudden eruption in her mouth, her head jerks upwards and

her eyes meet mine. Immediately, she freezes, an obscene drool of jism

dripping from the corner of her parted lips. She does not even seem to

notice the hot, searing splashes on her cheeks, chin and lips as my

prostate, empties my balls into her face. Over and over again, my loins

spasm, endlessly draining my seed, to coat her tiny, perfect features,

with my viscous, creamy ejaculate.

Finally, an eternity later the fountaining jets become a slow upwelling

that seeps from the bloated tip of my shaft to oozes down the sides and

over her diminutive fists.

Chapter 11 - "I Can Too."

She crouches there, unmoving, her eyes locked to mine, like some small

creature fascinated by a snake, her tiny face plastered with my cum.

Thick, white, stringy, curds drip from the tip of her nose and the point

of her tiny chin. She too holds me just as fascinated, unable to blink,

move or speak, barely able to think.

"Greg are you awa.. OH WOW!" Alison's voices suddenly breaks the silence.

Immediately Rene's tiny face collapses in on itself and her tears mingle

with my cum as she begins to cry. She grabs the sheet and pulls it over

her head, hiding her face from us as she curls into a tiny quivering ball

of abject misery.

I have to literally pry the sheet from her fingers, before I can gather

the sobbing little girl in my arms, murmuring reassurances as I rock her

back and forth. Reaching out to Alison, I pull her to me, and her arms

join mine in cradling her little sister.

Gradually, our comforting words penetrate her misery and she begins to

relax. With an almost convulsive motion, she uncoils and throws her tiny

arms around my neck, burrowing her hot, sticky face into the side of my

neck. Alison, pulls herself close against her baby sister's back, and

brushing her hair aside, she begins to softly kiss the soft skin just in

front of Rene's ear.

Ever so slowly, Rene's sobs become further and further apart, finally

turning to occasional gulps. Sniffling she, lifts her head, to be met by

two pairs of eyes filled with love. Alison continues her soft, caressing

kisses, occasionally pulling back a little to lick the salty mixture of

semen and tears from her lips.

I smile into the sad little face before me, and slowly, tentatively, she

returns it wanly. Then giving her every chance to object or retreat, I

slowly bring my lips closer to hers. Barely brushing against them, I kiss

her tenderly, trying to project as much love and reassurance as I possibly

can. After a few seconds, she presses back into the kiss and surprises me

by parting her lips slightly and gently sucking on mine.

A moment later, she pulls back with a squeak and turns an accusing look on

her grinning sister. "Whatcha do that for?"

"Because it tastes nice?" Alison replies unrepentantly, darting back in to

take another swipe at Rene's cheek with her tongue.

Again Rene squeaks, then giggles. Seeing this as a good way to complete

this tiny child's recovery, I make a very sloppy pass over Rene's other

cheek from her chin to her temple, making her pull her head in like a

turtle and squeal with laughter. Together, Alison and I lap the salty

cocktail from Rene's little face, relishing every obscene droplet with

noisy slurps and smackings of our lips.

"Feeling better?" I ask the squirming, giggling bundle in my arms, when we

have collected every last dribble of tears, semen and even little girl

snot.

"Yes-s-s, s-st-sst-op." she giggles, trying to hide her face and avoid our

darting tongues.

"Oops, missed a bit." I say and lift her up to lick at a small dribble

between her tiny nipples, then blow a zoober on each minuscule point.

"Oooh stop, I'm going to widdle." she squeals.

"Really?" I ask and blow another zoober in her belly button.

"Oooh stop, I need to go real bad." she squeaks.

"Let's go then." I say, pushing Alison aside and rolling from the bed with

a squirming Rene tucked under my arm. I take two steps towards the door

and feel the chafing of my jocks, which Rene had tucked under my balls.

"Uh, Alison," I ask, "could you fix my undies?"

Instead of unhooking them, she giggles and pulls them down my legs to my

ankles. "There." she says.

Stepping from them, I quickly carry Rene into the toilet and set her on

the floor. Even as she reaches for her knickers, she squeaks and a small

wet patch blossoms between her legs. "Help." she pleads.

Laughing I flip down the seat and lift her onto it. "I want to watch you

pee your knickers." I say, closing my hands over hers when she tries to

tug them off.

"That's naughty." she giggles, as I lift her up onto the seat. Another

spurt of pee escapes and further dampens the crotch panel of her knickers.

"O.K. here it comes."

The tightly woven fabric of her knickers briefly bulges outwards between

her legs and the stain spreads, turning the thin cotton cloth transparent

and moulding it to the smooth hairless flesh of her plump pussy lips. A

second later it trickles over her buttocks and dribbles into the bowl.

As soon as the first urgent pulse of urine leaves her body, she stops the

flow and asks, "Help me like you did before?"

Smiling inwardly at the transparency of her request, I push the damp cloth

of her knickers to one side and part her glistening little lips watching

as she begins to play with the flow of her pee. With little grunts, she

stops and starts the flow, slows it to a trickle then squirts it out with

such force that she farts noisily. This makes her giggle so much, that my

finger slips into her slit and cover her pouting urethral opening.

Suddenly, piss sprays everywhere, back over her vaginal entrance, up over

her clit and into my face and onto the insides of her thighs.

She stiffens and goes suddenly silent, cutting off the stream in mid flow,

but when I don't pull back and instead gently massage the tiny opening,

she relaxes and another shower results before I get my finger out of the

way. Moving it to the tiny pink button a bare half inch away, I tease it

in gentle circles, feeling it swell under my ministrations, as I let the

remainder of her flow trickle over the rest of my fingers.

"Do you always help girls pee like that?" Alison's voice asks from the

doorway, making me jump.

"No, but it's fun when I do. Isn't it?" I answer, turning towards her. For

the first time, I notice that all she is wearing, is a tiny pair of

knickers that are little more that a strip of almost transparent cloth

held in place by elastic strings. Her little finger and thumb poke out on

either side of that narrow strip as the other three fingers work in slow

circles at the top of her slit.

"Yeah," she giggles, as Rene looks on, half scared, half amazed. "What did

she mean, 'help like before'?"

I help Rene down from the seat and lift it to take care of my own pressing

needs as I explain how she had wet the bed and I had hypnotised her into

peeing for me earlier. I finish by saying, "I think she just likes it when

I touch her pussy."

"Out of the way!" she yelps, as I give the customary three shakes, "You

made me want to do it now."

Crowding me aside, she slaps the seat back down with a rifle like crack,

and wrenches her knickers down, even as she backs onto the pedestal and

sits down. Then safe from accidents, she turns a slightly strained,

ingenuous smile on me, "Help me please?"

Rene looks on in wide eyed fascination, as I kneel in front of her sister,

finish pulling her knickers off and force her legs out to their widest

extent. Then deciding to put on a good show for Rene, I slip two fingers

into the glistening hole at the base of her big sisters slit.

Alison squeaks at the sudden intrusion, them grins at me, as she squirts a

quick spurt of golden pee into the palm of my hand. At the same time she

brings one hand down over her belly and toys with the solid pea sized bump

of her clitoris.

I begin to slowly pump my fingers in and out of her tight, young vagina,

as she lets her scalding hot pee slowly trickle into the palm of my hand

and over my fingers. Within seconds she begins to gasp for breath and her

hips rock in time to my fingers within her vagina. Grasping her engorged,

clit between thumb and forefinger, she begins to squeeze and tug on it her

movements quickly getting rougher as she rapidly approaches climax.

Her other hand comes down, seizes my wrist, and moves my fingers faster

and faster within her tight, clasping sheath. Loosing control of her

bladder, she sprays the remainder of her piss into my hand as her lips

draw back in a snarl and a short savage climax, rips through her. Back

arched, she begins to slip from the seat driving herself down onto my

fingers as she emits as series of short sobbing cries.

"Stop it! Stop it! You're hurting her!" Rene cries, beating on my back

with her tiny fists. Taking hold of my wrist she tries to pull my fingers

from her sister's body, but as my hand is just about all that is

supporting Alison, her efforts are futile.

Quickly recovering from her cum, Alison begins to giggle. "No Rene, it's

all right." she says, pulling herself off my fingers and back onto the

seat. She catches her sister's tiny fists in her hands as Rene goes back

to hitting me. "It's O.K. Rene, he wasn't hurting me, he was making me

feel really, really good."

"Really?" she asks, turning her eyes to her sister.

"Really." Alison answers, repeating herself for emphasis, "Really."

"I'm sorry I hit you Greg." Rene turns her penitent little face to me, "I

fought you was hurting Alison."

"It's O.K." I tell her, "You were just protecting your sister. I wouldn't

blame you if you'd hit me with a rolling pin."

"Speaking of protecting sisters." Alison says. "How come your sperm was

all over Rene's face anyway."

"He didn't do it!" Rene exclaims, leaping to my defence. "I made it

happen."

"Come on, let's get cleaned up first and then we'll talk about it in bed,

where it's warm." I say, ushering Rene ahead of me into the bathroom.

I fill the basin with warm soapy water and pause with the cloth in my hand

to inspect Rene. From a point just above where her little slit begins, a

dark stain disappears all the way down between her thigh, the soaking wet

fabric tightly moulded to and clearly outlining her juvenile mons. Under

my close scrutiny she blushes, the flush covering her from her forehead

down to her tiny little nipples. Clasping her hands in the small of her

back she pushes her hips forwards, bringing her little pussy into even

greater relief.

"I'm gonna wet my knickers next time." Alison declares, "That looks really

rude."

Giggling, Rene brings a hand around to the front and readjusts her undies,

pulling the leg bands together and drawing them up into her slit. "Fix my

knickers please." she says, the shy tone of her voice belied by the giggle

that follows.

Kneeling, I slip my finger beneath the fabric and rub my knuckle up and

down her slit several times, smoothing out the gusset of her knickers and

finally settling it over her mound with a pat. I then smooth the air

bubbles from beneath the fabric and firmly drag my finger along the full

length of her slit forcing the wet cloth up into her crack.

"It looks like she doesn't have any knickers on at all." Alison giggles,

crouching to look closely at her baby sister's little pussy.

"I wanna see." Rene says, hunching over to look. However as she bends the

fabric wrinkles spoiling the effect. "Lift me up so I can look in the

mirror." she orders.

Dropping the cloth in the basin, I put my hands under her arms and lift

her to stand astride the sink. Insinuating my hand between her legs from

behind, I use my fingers to push the fabric of her knickers back into her

cleft and smooth it over her mound.

"Look at me." the happy little girl giggles, "I'm a rudie nudie. Can I

take them off now, they feel yucky."

Laughing, I lift her and stand her in the sink full of warm water.

Slipping my fingers under the waistband, I slowly draw them down, turning

them inside out on her legs. She squeaks and gives a little wiggle of her

hips when the fabric finally pulls free of the tight clasp of her

glistening pussy lips and as I draw them further down her legs, she

scratches at her slit, distractedly lifting her feet one at a time for me

to remove her knickers.

Tossing the wet fabric aside, I take up the cloth and I carefully wash her

flat little chest and down over her belly, making her giggle as I give her

protruding belly button a quick squeeze. Working lower, I have to clean

around her finger, which is still softly stroking back and forth over her

clit. Moving around to the back, I wipe off her little bottom, then

separating her buttocks, I run the cloth back and forth over her little

pink pucker a few times, making her giggle again and push back against my

finger.

The as her legs seem to be weakening, I quickly wipe them down and lift

her to the floor. Taking the towel held out by Alison, I briskly rub Rene

dry, finally dislodging her finger from her slit as I dry it. "My turn."

Alison says and I look up to see climbing on to the side of the bath and

from there on to the vanity.

Wrapping Rene in the towel, I get up and apply the cloth to Alison's

bulging mons. "No do it properly." she says, pulling my hand up to her

neck.

As I begin to wipe down her torso, she pushes a finger into her slit and

slowly works it back and forth. With slow strokes I carefully wash her

tiny titties, gently tweaking her hard little nipples and teasingly moving

away as she leans into my hand. Sliding the cloth lower I wipe back and

forth over her taught little belly, making her squeal with laughter as I

push a finger into her navel and wriggling it back and forth.

Then as I approach her mons, she brings her other hand to her pussy and

stretches her labia apart, inviting me to thoroughly wash inside her silt.

Moaning as my cloth covered fingers pass over her clit she presses down

against my hand and rocks her hips back and forth. She squeaks in outrage

as I lightly swat her rhythmically clenching buttocks but ceases the

motion and lifts up off my hand.

Bringing the cloth around to the back, I find her waiting with her

buttocks already obscenely parted, the crinkled dimple between them

winking at me in the mirror. Chuckling, I drag the cloth along the full

length of her arse crack, but skip over her puckered anus and continue

down her legs.

O.K. that's it." I say.

"No it's not, you didn't wash my bottom properly." she reply accusingly.

"What?" I pretend shock, "You want me to touch your bum hole?"

"Yeah." she giggles, turning and thrusting her bum out so far, that her

cheek presses against the mirror.

Grinning, I bring the cloth back to her little pink rosebud and give it a

thorough washing, Making her wriggle and push back against the rough

cloth. "O.K. that's it this time." I say bringing the cloth down on her

bottom with a wet slap.

Ignoring her outraged expression, I drop the cloth and lift her down. I

grab another towel, but before I can cocoon Alison in it, she snatches the

cloth from my fingers and cleans the drying semen from my dangling member

and balls. She then scrubs at the wiry tuft of hair at the base of my

belly. When she's finished, she tosses the cloth aside and takes up a

towel to dry me.

By the time she's done with me, my cock has risen to attention, and after

bestowing a quick kiss and wicked flick of her tongue, on it's shiny

purple crown, she pats herself dry. Scooping Rene into my arms, I allow

Alison to take hold of my rigid shaft and lead me back to her mother's

bedroom.

"Now," I say, "Once I'm snuggled up between the two girls, with my fingers

tucked between their legs and lightly brushing the outsides of their

hairless, little mounds. "let's see if we can find out why I woke up with

my cock in Rene's mouth. Rene, why were you playing with my penis this

morning?"

"B'cause I saw Alison doing it to you last night." she admits. "But you

already squirted, b'cause she was licking her hands and then she licked

and sucked your penis. It surprised me when it squirted. Are you mad at me

b'cause I didn't go to sleep?"

"No, I guess not." I reassure her, "But you know, you really shouldn't spy

on people like that. And if you think my penis surprised you, well you

REALLY surprised me. I thought it was a dream."

"Did you like it?"

"Yeah it was great." I tell her, "I just wish I'd been awake to feel it

for longer. But then again, I probably would have made you stop, because

it's not something little girls like you should do." I blithely ignore the

fact that even 'big' girls, like her sister, shouldn't be doing it either.

"Can I do it again?" she asks, "I didn't get a very good taste last time."

"Yeah," I say, my cock twitching at the thought, "since you've already

done it once, I guess you can do it again."

"Goody!" she squeals, squirming down under the sheets.

"Hang on a sec," I say, hauling her back out, "there's plenty of time for

that later. Now what else did you see?"

"Nufing, you got up and I ran back to bed and fell asleep. Can I have a

taste now?"

In a minute, my penis needs a bit of a rest first. Would you like me help

you to feel good too?" I ask, diddling her tiny clit.

"You're already making me feel good." she says, opening her legs to give

me more access to her pussy.

"I mean really good like Alison." I say.

"Really, you'll put you're fingers in me and everything?" she asks, a

little apprehensively.

"Well, you're a bit too small for that." I say, "I was thinking about

tickling your crack some more and kissing and licking it too."

"But that's where I piddle from." she says, her face screwing up in a

little moue of disgust.

"Well I pee from my penis." I point out to her, "Besides we just washed

your crack so it's nice and clean."

"Oh yeah." she says in realisation. "And I am too big enough. See?"

She takes hold of my hand and holds onto my thumb as she folds my fingers

into a fist. She then give my thumb a quick suck, wetting it with her

saliva, then lifts her bum up and guides my thumb towards the seeping

entrance to her tiny vagina. Thinking that the best way for her to find

out that it won't fit is to let her try, I offer her no resistance.

Alison echo's my surprised gasp as the tip of my thumb slips easily into

the snuggest, warmest, little cavity I've ever encountered. Afraid that

she's going to hurt herself, pushing me through her hymen, I try to resist

her, but she holds tight and pushes her hips at me, fully impaling herself

on my thumb. "See." she says triumphantly.

"Ah, yes I see." I whisper. "Now what happened to your hymen?"

"What's that?" she asks curiously as she slowly fucks herself with my

thumb.

"It's a little piece of skin up inside your vagina that should have

stopped my thumb going in." I explain.

"Oh that." she says, "I pushed my hairbrush through it, like Jenny told

Alison to."

"How do you know about that?" Alison half yells, turning on her sister.

Rene's little vagina spasms around my thumb as she jerks in fear. She

huddles against me, reverting to a baby like lisp as she tries to explain,

"You voodn't let me play wif you, so I sneaked in an' hid under ve bed.

Ven you closed ve door, so I vas stuck."

I give Alison a warning look, when she opens her mouth to yell at her

little sister and she closes it with a snap, opening it again to

apologise, "It's O.K. I guess Rene, I'm not really mad at you, but that

was private and you shouldn't have been listening."

"I know vat." Rene peeks at her sister across my chest, "But I couldn't

get out and I knew you'd yell at me."

"Yeah I would have." Alison admits, "I would have been scared you'd tell

Mama."

"I can keep secrets!" Rene says indignantly, "I didn't tell about Jenny!"

"Yes you're a good girl." Alison soothes her sister, "You can keep secrets

really good. You're not going to tell Mama about this either, are you?"

"No way, Greg would get in twuble, and I wuv him ever so much." she

declares, hugging me fiercely.

"And I love you too." I say, letting go of Alison and hugging Rene tight.

"What about me?" Alison cries indignantly.

I wrap my arm back around her and hug her against me. "You too, I love all

of my little girls." I say, kissing her upturned face. Hungrily, she seeks

out my lips, opening hers to me and eagerly accepting my tongue into her

mouth. I ardently explore the smooth sweet interior of her young mouth,

tracing the line of her teeth, the insides of her teeth, playfully pinning

her tongue, and allowing her to pin mine in return. A moment later, she

crowds my tongue out and darts hers into my mouth, flickering livelily

over my teeth and the tip of my tongue. Hollowing my cheeks, I suck on the

mobile little member, swirling my tongue around the tip.

When we part, Rene, who had been looking on with wide eyed interest,

eagerly asks, "Me too?"

"Sure." I reply, making her squeak, as I extract my thumb from the warm,

tight, embrace of her slick little vagina. I lift her to straddle my lap,

with her tiny hairless pussy pressed against the underside of my rigid

shaft.

Lowering my lips to her tiny upturned face, I plant small nibbling kisses

all over her perfect, diminutive features. Sweeping her hair back with my

hand, I softly kiss her brow, making her giggle. Shushing her, I kiss each

of her tiny, perfect eyelids, feeling them quiver under my touch. Then

starting just in front of her dainty, little ears I trace the line of her

cheekbone, stopping to engulf her tiny button nose and lightly nip the tip

with my teeth.

Again she giggles, hunching her shoulders, but not pulling away. I flick

my tongue over the tip, to help her get used to the idea of tongues being

involved, then finish tracing her cheekbone to her ear. Coming back I

trail along the line of her tiny jaw, then as I open my own jaw wide to

engulf the point of her chin, I realise just how tiny my young lover is,

as I cover most of the lower half of her face with my lips. Closing my

mouth a little, I quickly nip the point of her chin and pass on to her

other ear.

Then unable to resist the temptation, I give the tiny pink shell a broad

wet lick, making her squeal and wriggle delightfully against my cock. She

too notices the enchanting sensations emanating from her diminutive pussy

and grinds it against the underside of my cock, making me pull my head

back and gasp.

She giggles at my reaction and hooks her feet behind my back, pulling

herself harder against me. Because my back is getting sore from my

hunching down to reach her face, I cup her tiny bottom in one hand and

lift her, until I can press my lips to hers comfortably. At that height,

the sensitive underside of my glans presses against her slit, just over

her little clit.

Though tempted to lift her that final inch or so, that would place my cock

at the entrance to her tiny vagina and see if more than my thumb will fit,

I restrain myself, knowing that the incredibly tight fit and the thought

of entering one so young would have me shooting before I was properly

bottomed out in her tiny five year old body. Wanting her first time to be

the best that I can possibly give her, I hold her as she is and barely

parting my lips I draw one then the other of hers between them, flicking

my tongue against the soft, moist skin.

I pull back a little to look into her soft, trusting eyes, then tilting my

head to the side, I press my parted lips against hers and lick them until

they part to allow the entry of my tongue. At first her teeth resist me

and I lick over them and her gums, but as she gets used to the sensation

of a strange tongue within her mouth, she opens them and meets my tongue

with hers.

As our lips part further, I find it a little difficult to adjust to the

tiny size of her mouth and I end up engulfing the lower half of her face

from her nose to her chin. She giggles delightfully into my mouth and I

adjust the fit of my lips to hers and try again. More successful this

time, I slip my tongue between her lip and her tiny sharp teeth to taste

the sweet glory of this tiny preschooler's mouth.

At first her little tongue lies limp and unresponsive in her mouth, but as

I prod it with the tip of mine, it wakes up and presses back against me,

quickly learning to swirl about the tip of mine. With little prodding

flicks I withdraw my tongue from her tiny honeyed mouth, inviting hers to

follow and taste me.

Hesitantly at first, but quickly becoming bolder, her little tongue passes

my lips and flicks over my teeth, then between them to poke teasingly at

my tongue. When I try to pin it against the roof of my mouth, it withdraws

in a flash only to return flirtatiously a moment later. This time I hold

my tongue curled back against the roof of my mouth and the tip of her

tongue finds the soft underside of mine.

Kittenishly, she pulls back, then returns to explore further. When I do

nothing, she becomes more daring, and presses against the smooth wet

flesh. Felling devilish, I suddenly release my tongue to slap down on top

of hers, and she pulls it back with a giggling, squeak. I return my tongue

to her mouth and find hers waiting to give mine the same treatment. I feel

her lips tighten slightly in a smile and pull back just in time, hearing

her tongue clack against the floor of her mouth.

Darting back in quickly, I pin her tongue down with mine. In response she

gently closes her lips around my tongue and sucks on it like a baby,

slowly pulling back until she can look into my eyes mischievously, with a

final tiny nip like I'd given her nose, she pulls free and grins at me

roguishly.

I return the grin with interest and snap playfully at the tip of her nose.

Squealing happily, she weaves and ducks her head as I continue to snap my

teeth in her face. After a few seconds of this, I lower her back to my lap

and bring my hands up to trap her head between them and making loud

munching noises I slowly close on her, as she squeals in mock fear and

struggles weakly.

Opening my mouth to it's widest extent, I engulf her mouth and nose and

munch loudly as I pretend to eat her face. Then pulling back, I drag my

tongue over her madly giggling face, in a broad, wet lick from her chin to

her brow, making her squeal in shocked outrage.

Beside us, Alison rolls on the bed hugging herself and giggling insanely

at her little sister's shocked expression. Releasing Rene, I lunge at her

wildly giggling sister and start tickling unmercifully. Then holding her

out flat, I cover every square inch of her squirming body with sloppy wet

licks and zoobers. A moment later, Rene, having scrubbed her face dry,

joins in, driving Alison to redouble her efforts to escape.

Only when she warns of an impending flood do we relent. I finish with a

final resounding and very wet zoober to the top of her pussy, making her

gasp, and sit back on my heels waiting for her to recover. With great

shuddering gasps, she draws breath back into her body and rolls over,

scrubbing her front against the sheet. (Oh well I was going to have to

wash them anyway.)

Then with a wild yell, she leaps at me and knocks me over backwards.

Calling for aid from Rene, she sits on my hips and begins to tickle me.

Not being very ticklish, or at least not where she's trying, I calmly

accept her digging fingers, smiling beatifically up at her, even as Rene

starts in on my feet. Frustrated by my lack of response, their fingers

range farther afield, searching for a sensitive spot that might get a

reaction out of me.

Finally they give up and Alison says to her sister, "Watch this, this'll

make him jump." She then slides down onto my legs and takes hold of my

cock, pointing it at the ceiling. Then rising onto her knees, she fits the

bulbous tip at the entrance to her pussy and sits down hard, gasping as my

bloated member shoulders the warm, velvety walls of her vagina apart.

She lets out a muffles yelp of discomfort as I do indeed jump, slamming my

hips upwards and driving the last two inches of my shaft into her and

jamming the engorged glans up against her cervix.

"I wanna try that too!" Rene cries, trying to tug her sister from me.

"You can't you're too little." Alison says, slowly rotating her hips and

making me groan at the incredible sensation of her cervix brushing over

the sensitive tip of my cock.

"I can too!" Rene declares heatedly, "Watch this."

The indignant little preschooler, rolls from the bed and stomps over to

her mother's wardrobe. With a grunt she pulls out the bottom drawer. She

then fumbles around the floor of the wardrobe for a few seconds, emerging

with a piece of timber that obviously forms a false floor. Reaching into

the cavity that she has revealed, she pulls out a briefcase and brings it

over to the bed.

Keeping Alison impaled on my cock, I sit up to see what Rene has got.

Smiling triumphantly, the little girl flips up the lid to reveal an

incredible array of dildos and vibrators. The smallest a little more than

half the size of the cock buried in Alison's guts and the largest as long

as my forearm and as thick as my wrist, with an angry purple fist sized

glans at the end. A lifelike pink, it is finished with grotesque blue

veins, which at a point about halfway along it's length, spell out the

name 'Mr Big'.

Taking the smallest, Rene wets it in her mouth and lying back on the bed,

with her feet towards us, she parts her legs and pushes almost the entire

ivory shaft into her vagina, as her flabbergasted sister and I watch in

amazement.

A moment later, she pulls the dildo free and discards it, reaching for the

next of the eight toys in the case, a smooth hot pink plastic phallus a

little smaller than my cock, with a sketchily sculpted tip. She wets it by

licking up and down the length of the shaft and then with no more effort

than she showed taking the first, she pushes just over half of it home

before coming up against her cervix. Then cupping both hands over the

base, she pulls it further into her body, a strained look on her face.

Suddenly her cervix gives way and her hands slap against her mound. When

she takes her hands away, less than and inch of shocking pink plastic

remains visible outside her obscenely splayed labia.

The next, is a vibrator, a perfectly smooth, pure white cylinder of hard

plastic, slightly slimmer than the last and about seven inches long, with

a sharply tapered wedge shaped tip. After wetting it, she slips it inside

herself and with only the briefest of pauses forces the tip through her

cervix and into her womb, not stopping until the knurled base is all that

protrudes from her obscenely distended pussy.

The fourth is also a vibrator, lifelike, eight inches long and nearly two

inches in diameter. For the first time, her face screws up as she strains

to get the head into her vagina, but with a little grunt, manages it and

embeds about half of the thick shaft before bottoming out against her

cervix.

Alison sits unmoving in my, watching in wide eyed amazement as her tiny

five year old sister pulls the vibrator free and reaches for the next,

even thicker, sex toy. About the same length as the last, this dildo is

made of a firm, resilient, bright yellow rubber. From the base to within

two inches of the smooth bullet shaped tip it is textured with small

ridges every quarter of an inch or so. With a tiny grunt she pushes it in

until the first ridge rests against her massively stretched vaginal

opening. Then wrapping both hands about the base she pull it deeper,

grunting as each ridge stretches her and pops into her hugely distended

vagina.

Up until now, she has show no real signs of arousal, but has simply been

demonstrating to us just how accommodating her little vagina is, but when

she withdraws this latest toy, she squeaks excitedly as her vagina

reluctantly releases each ridge. At the same time, she massages her tiny

clit with the fingers of her right hand, pushing it down into contact with

the withdrawing ridges. Oddly though, as she seems to approach a climax

she stops playing with her clitoris and waits a few seconds before

removing the dildo and discarding it.

She skips the next toy in the case, because although longer than the last,

it is no thicker. Instead she reaches for the last, bar 'Mr Big'. Lifelike

in form, if not size, this massive ebony shaft is over a foot long and

nearly two and a half inches in diameter.

This time instead of wetting it with her tongue, she take a tube of KY

jelly from the case and carefully squeezes out an inch long noodle onto

her fingers, with which she painstakingly coats the head and first few

inches of the shaft. After carefully recapping the tube of Jelly, she

slips from the bed and rests the butt of the huge fake negro cock on the

floor. Then positioning herself over it, she holds her pussy lips apart

and squats until the grotesque bulb on the end presses against her vaginal

entrance.

At first contact, Alison gasps and I turn my head to look at her slack

jawed profile. Her eyes are almost popping from her head and a thick

strand of saliva drools unnoticed from the corner of her slack mouth,

running from her chin to her chest. Feeling my gaze on her she manages to

regain control of her mouth to whisper "No way!" before it falls back open

and she turns back to her sister.

Inside my head, a tiny little voice screams at me to stop this before Rene

hurts herself, whereas a much stronger voice clamours to see if this tiny

preschooler is indeed able to accomplish the impossible. The big voice

wins and holding Alison against me, I lie down with my head hanging over

the edge of the bed and my nose only inches from the point where the

glistening bulb topping the shaft parts her fat little labia; labia made

even tinier by their proximity to the huge imitation cock.

Taking a few deep breaths, Rene steadies herself with one hand on my

forehead and allows more and more of her weight to fall on the obscene

shaft beneath her. Grimacing, she works her hips in tiny circles as I

watch the lips of her pussy stretch and whiten with the strain. Ever so

slowly I watch her tiny vulva stretch and stretch and incredibly, stretch

some more, until with a deep grunt she seems to fall two inches as the

tremendous black glans enters her body with a rush.

Groaning and continuing to move her hips in a circle, Rene works another

two inches of the thick ebony shaft into her body then pushes herself

upright. Taking a wobbling step backwards, she put her hands on her hips

and proudly thrusts her obscenely bulging pudenda forwards, grunting as

the injudicious move makes the colossal shaft dangling from her body sway

back and forth, the embedded tip visibly moving beneath her swollen mound.

"Beat that!" she crows directing a slightly strained grin at her gaping

sister.

"O.K. I will." Alison declares hotly, "Just as soon as I finish here."

lifting herself up until only my glans remains within her, she pauses

briefly until she is sure her sister's eyes are on her then drops back

down, taking the entire length of my shaft in one swift, squelching

movement. Then satisfied that she has Rene's full attention, she slowly

slides up and down the full length of my cock.

Within seconds though, the sensations of her velvety little snatch

caressing my rod, coming on top of Rene's obscene show become too much for

me and seizing her hips, I begin pumping her up and down, masturbating

myself with her tiny body as I rapidly approach a climax. Only seconds

later, my balls empty themselves into her tiny pre-teen twat, my semen

coursing through my cock like lava to fill and overfill her clasping fuck

tube.

As I continue to pound her body up and down, my semen begins to leak down

around my pulsing shaft, matting my pubic hair in a thick gooey froth.

Finally though my climax ends and I fall back as Alison takes over,

bouncing on my cock seeking her own release, but it is not to be, my

rapidly shrinking cock slips from her vagina releasing a sticky white

flood that trickles down around my balls as she futilely tries to stuff it

back into her body.

Then giving into the inevitable, she rolls from my lap and reaches for the

vibrators. Eschewing the others, she picks up slim white seven-incher and

goes to insert it into her pussy. "Wipe it off first I tell her, it's got

fluff on it."

Before I can stop her, she grabs a corner of the sheet and wipes the hard

plastic shaft clean. (Another reason to wash them.) Then propping herself

up on her elbow, she drives the slim tapered head into her vagina and

begins pumping it in and out, striving for the release that had been

denied her.

With my eyes on Alison, I don't notice Rene until I feel her tongue on my

balls, lapping up my cream like a little kitten. As I look down at her

crouching over my groin with that thick black phallus still protruding

obscenely from her grossly overstretched vulva, she moves up to the wiry

mat of my pubic hair not stopping until my groin is free of every last

sticky strand of semen.

"Mmmm that was nice." she says, crawling up over my body to plant a sweet

kiss tasting of me and her sister on my lips, "But how come it tasted

different this time?"

"Because it had your sister's pussy juice mixed with it." I reply.

"You mean from inside her hole?" The tiny five year old asks her voice

comically filled with disgust.

"Yeah." I laugh, "Tastes good doesn't it. Want some more." I reach over to

where Alison lies panting, her body twitching with the after effects of

her orgasm. Slipping my hand between her legs I extract the slim white

shaft from her glistening vulva and bring it close to Rene's tiny face,

grinning as she recoils slightly from the slimy cylinder of plastic.

Her nose wrinkles briefly in disgust, then as the intoxicating odour

reaches her, she tentatively reaches out with her tongue and takes a small

taste, a moment later she smiles broadly and seizing my wrist in case I

try to take this new treat away from her. She quickly licks the entire

shaft clean.

"That was yummy." she informs me with a giggle and turns to watch her

sister.

Recovered from her orgasm, Alison has taken up the lifelike eight-incher

and after cleaning it, she presses the thick bulbous head between her legs

and shoves. She grunts loudly in discomfort as the head begins to pull her

smooth hairless labia into her body with it, forcing her to stop. Lying

back, she hold her pussy lips apart and tries again. This time she forces

the flared head into her vagina, yelping with pain as the flare stretches

her more than she has ever had to deal with before.

"Hey take it easy." I caution her.

White faced and wincing, she nods, waiting for her vaginal passage to

become accustomed to the intrusion. After a few moments, colour begins to

return to her face and she slowly relaxes. Carefully, she gives the thick

shaft protruding from her pussy an experimental wiggle and deciding she

can bear it, she carefully pushes, slowly edging the lifelike vibrator

into her body. Finally she stops with just over an inch at the base and

the control knob protruding from between her white, bloodless labia.

"Ready for this yet?" Rene asks, struggling to her feet with that obscene

black shaft still dangling from her tiny pussy. Now comfortable with the

massive rod stretching her vagina, she stands over her big sister, slowly

pulling it almost all the way from her body and pushing it back in.

"Give me a minute." Alison says, experimentally sliding about an inch of

pink plastic from her vagina. She winces a little, as the thick shaft

briefly sticks then slips with a rush. After another experimental movement

she begins to pump the thick phallus in and out slowly. Gradually

increasing the length of her strokes until she is fucking herself with

nearly the full length of the shaft.

Standing above her, Rene continues to slide the huge black prick in and

out of her tiny vulva. Her breathing begins to speed up and she becomes a

little unsteady on her feet, so I reach up to steady her. Again she stops

as she appears to approach a climax and pulls the thick shaft free with an

audible pop.

In utter astonishment, I lie with my head between her feet and watch as

the gaping hole between her legs closes faster then I could believe

possible, shrinking from an opening large enough to accept a small jar, to

a tiny hole that looks as if it would protest the entry of a pencil.

Amazed at the incredible elasticity of this tiny preschooler's vagina, I

reach up and lightly caress the fat little lips of her tiny pudenda. Then

I slowly insinuate my smallest finger between them and press into a warm,

slick sheath, that firmly grips my finger in an unbelievably snug embrace.

Removing my finger, I roll over, sit up and pull Rene down into my lap.

"You've never had an orgasm have you darling?" I ask her as I gently

stroke my fingertips over the outside of her little slit.

"What's that?" she asks me.

"You get an orgasm," I tells her, "by playing with your pussy until you

feel so good inside that you don't care about anything else. It's like,.."

I cast around for something a very shy and easily scared five year old can

understand. As I try to think of something within her experience, urgent

sounds from Alison draw my attention to where she is rapidly sawing the

quiescent vibrator in and out of her creaming pussy and moaning

incoherently. "It's like this." I say, reaching across and giving the base

of the vibrator a sharp twist.

The sudden and unexpected onslaught of the new sensations brought about by

the humming toy within her pussy are all it takes to send Alison crashing

over the edge into a massive orgasm. Her mouth opens in a silent scream

and her hands hit the bed beside her as she flops bonelessly caught up in

the sensations that rip through her immature pre-teen body.

Between her legs, each powerful, rippling contraction of her juvenile

vagina forces more of the vibrator from her until it falls free, and lies

buzzing between her thighs. Without the stimulation of the vibrator within

her pussy, her climax recedes, sending a few final weak shudders through

her abdomen.

Rene watches her twitching sister for a few moment longer, then turns her

wide eyed stare on me. "Would that happen to me if I didn't stop when it

started to feel scary?" she asks fearfully.

"Uh-huh." I confirm and reassure her, "I know it feels scary to start

with, but it's a nice scary. Like when somebody throws you up in the air

and catches you. I know! Have you ever been in a car when it goes over a

bump and your tummy goes away?"

"Uh-huh." she nods.

"Do you like that?" I ask, hoping for a 'yes'.

"Yeah!" she replies eagerly.

"Well, an orgasm is that sort of scary too." I say.

"What sort of scary?" Alison asks, returning to the world of the coherent

and entering conversation.

"Like going over a bump in the car and loosing your tummy." Rene answers,

then asks, "Is a 'gasm really like that?"

"Uh-huh." Alison confirms enthusiastically, "It's even better, It's like

going right up into the sky on a swing and then you fall down and down and

down, but you don't hit the ground because all your insides explode first,

except they don't really. It's better than all the ice cream you can eat

and all the hugs you ever had. It's better than anything."

"Even the hug Mama gives me when I have a scary dream?" the wide eyed and

probably confused preschooler asks.

"Better than ten hugs." Alison affirms.

"I'm still scared." Rene says, wriggling around in my arms and hugging

herself against my chest. "Cuddle me?"

Tightening my arms about her, I lay my cheek on top of her soft blonde

head and whisper soft reassurances, as I gently caress her stiff little

back. Slowly she relaxes and melts against me until her arms hold me,

instead of clutching me convulsively.

"Are you ready to have an orgasm now?" Alison asks, earning a withering

look from me as Rene stiffens slightly.

Chapter 12 - Trust Me.

I wait until the tiny girl in my arms relaxes again and lift my head from

hers. Then lifting head with a finger under her chin, I ask, "Would you

like to play a game, first?"

"What's it called?" she asks, curiously.

"It's called 'Trust me'." I tell her.

"How do you play it?" she asks.

"It's very easy." I say, "The hardest part is trusting me. Do you want to

give it a try?"

"Uh-huh." she answers in a small voice.

"O.K. first things first." I say briskly, "Alison, would you wrap all

these toys up in that towel and put the case on the floor. Rene, you can

help me straighten this bed up a bit."

A minute later, I guide Rene to stand in the middle of the bed and pull

her hands up to her shoulders, crossing her arms over her chest. "Now

close your eyes and fall over backwards." I tell her.

"What?" she asks, spinning around and staring up at me.

"I'll catch you," I tell her, turning her back around and putting her

hands back on her shoulders, "That's why the game is called 'Trust Me',

you have to trust me to catch you."

"Promise?" she asks, tilting her head back to look up at me with big eyes.

"No, no promises, because you wouldn't have to trust me then." I say.

"Will you trust me?"

"Uh-huh," she murmurs almost inaudibly and nodding.

"O.K. then." I say, "Close your eyes and just lean backwards until you

fall over."

The first time she falls, she collapses like a puppet with cut strings,

but expecting this to happen I catch her under the arms before her knees

touch the bed, and lift her back to her feet. "O.K.," I say, "this time, I

want you to pretend you are a tree that's just been chopped down."

"Uh-huh." she nods.

"O.K. fall." I say and catch her as soon as she overbalances. Pushing her

back to her feet, I tell her, "O.K., from now on, I want you to keep your

eyes closed until I tell you to open them. Fall!"

I let her fall a little further this time before catching her and pushing

her back to her feet. Each time she falls I let her fall a little further

until, finally her bottom hits the bed softly as I catch her shoulders

less than six inches from the mattress.

"O.K. now we do it on the floor." I say.

Her eyelids flicker at this, but she manages to keep them closed. "God

girl." I praise her. "That's right keep them closed."

I lift her back to her feet and step down to the floor as I tell her, "Now

walk until you get to the edge of the bed. Take big steps, I won't let you

fall."

Having a very firm mattress, the bed is perfect for this and she

confidently steps forwards, trusting me to tell her when to stop. Instead

I let her take a step out into thin air and catch her in my arms as she

topples with a thin scream.

"You said you wouldn't let me fall." she accuses me.

"I know, I lied." I say unrepentantly, "But I got you trusted me and I did

catch you. Didn't I?"

"Uh-huh." she nods.

"And you'd trust me to catch you on the floor, wouldn't you?"

"Uh-huh." another nod.

Would you trust Alison?" I ask.

Rene eyes her sister for a few moments considering this, before she

confidently answers, "Yes." then qualifies it, "Sometimes."

"Will you trust me to give you an orgasm?" I ask, "It won't be like the

one Alison had, I'll make it a little one. It will still be a bit scary,

but I'll be there to catch you."

"O.K." she agrees, a little fearfully.

"It's O.K. Rene," Alison says, "I was scared too, last night. Really

scared. But afterwards I loved it."

"Really, you was scared too?"

"Uh-huh, I nearly wet my pants." Alison confirms, "I would've too if I had

any piddle left."

Hearing this, I give Alison a direct look and she flushes as she explains,

"I didn't tell you, because I didn't want you to stop."

"I'm ready now." Rene announces, "What do I do?"

"All you have to do is relax, and let me hold you," I tell her, "I'll do

all the rest."

"O.K." she nods.

I pile of the pillows at the head of the bed and recline against them,

pulling Rene into my lap. Then in the same hypnotic tones that I'd used on

her earlier, I tell her to relax, continuously reassuring her that I'm

there to hold her. I gently stroke the front of her body from her neck

down to her knees, carefully avoiding the plump little mound at the

juncture of her thighs.

With each pass of my hands, I fell the tension fall from her tiny frame.

When I ask her how she feels, she responds with a dreamy, "Nice."

As I begin to trace the creases between the tops of her thighs and her

pussy, she tenses slightly, then relaxes as I continue to murmur

reassurances into her hair. Lifting one hand to her chest, I discover that

it is so narrow, that I am able to brush my fingertips over both tiny pink

nipples at the same time. Under my fingertips, they harden, feeling like

tiny ball bearings under the slightly crinkled skin.

Under the fingers of my other hand I feel the fat lips of her little pussy

begin to warm and grow slightly and add a third finger, tracing the crease

that divides her labia as well as the creases to either side. Almost

instinctively, she pushes up against my hand and I move my hand to her

stomach, pushing her back down and telling her to relax and let me do

everything.

When I move my fingers back to her tiny vulva and resume stroking it, I

begin to push a little harder, though still keeping my fingers on the

outside. With each stroke, I push my fingers a little between her legs and

they gradually part until I am able to reach the tiny seep of moisture,

flowing from her vagina.

She shivers as I begin to draw this moisture up on my middle finger and

smear it along the length of her slit. Then on the third or fourth pass, I

press inwards hard enough to part her plump little pussy lips and brush my

finger over the tiny opening between her legs. This time as I pull my

fingers up, I maintain the pressure and draw the moisture up between her

labia, stopping just short of her tiny clit.

As my gentle ministrations continue, her breathing quickens and her tiny,

narrow hips rock involuntarily, causing my finger to come into contact

with the tiny, rock hard, pea sized nubbin of her clit. She gasps at the

contact and pushes into it, letting me know that she is ready for the

final step.

The next time my fingers slide down into the warm, slick gap between her

legs, I press harder, pushing just the very tip of my finger into her

vagina, then withdraw it, gently dragging the entire length of my finger,

between her pussy lips and over her clit. She moans deep in her throat and

pushes back against me, as her body instinctively reacts to these new

sensations, while my soothing voice quells her fears.

Back and forth I slide my finger, entering the warm, slick embrace of her

vagina more and more deeply with every pass until finally, my palm cups

her warm, slippery mound at the bottom of every stroke. Her breathing now

comes in short shallow gasps, punctuated by little peeps of excitement and

under my fingers her heart flutters like a little bird.

Only seconds later as I withdraw my finger and push it back into her tight

little hole, she cums, with gentle undulations rippling up and down her

belly, as her vaginal walls rhythmically contract and relax around my

finger and she chirrups like a baby bird.

I wait until her little pussy stops nibbling on my finger and she opens

her eyes and tilts her head back to look up at me lovingly, before I take

my hand from between her legs. "How was that?" I ask softly.

"Nice." she replies, "It wasn't scary at all. Can you do it again?"

"Later Punkin, I think it's time we got up and had something to eat." I

say as I absently bring my finger up to my face and sniff the sweet

delicate aroma of her spend, then avidly suck it clean.

"Can I have some?" Alison asks.

Without waiting for an answer, she grabs my wrist and starts sucking on my

fingers, slurping noisily and making great lip smacking noises of

enjoyment.

"Hey! She's getting it all." Rene protests.

"Well there's plenty more where that came from." I say, sliding my other

hand down over her belly and wetting a finger in her vagina.

I bring the finger up to her face and gently brush it over her lips. She

tentatively licks them and then like her sister she eagerly attacks my

finger. All too soon the thin coating of sweet juices is gone and she

pushes both of her own hands down between her legs for more.

She sucks the fingers of one hand into her mouth and offers the other up

to me. I gladly accept, making her giggle when I engulf it to the wrist

and suck hard as I pull it from between my lips.

But when she goes to collect another double handful of juices, I stop her

saying, "That's enough for now Punkin. Let's hop in the spa and have some

breakfast."

"But there's still more." she objects.

"And there will be as long as you keep rubbing yourself down there." I

tell her, rolling her over in my lap and playfully swatting her backside.

"Ouch!" she giggles, pushing her little bum up and waggling it.

"Oh want some more do you?" I ask.

"Yes please." she giggles.

I deliver four more light swats, counting them off, "Two, three, four,

five." and roll her out of my lap.

When I step down onto the floor, I kick the towel wrapped bundle of ersatz

cocks and send them skittering across the floor. As I bend over to pick

them up, I ask, "How did you find these Rene?"

Chapter 13 - Confessions of a peeper.

"I saw Mama washing one once and she said it was a special toy for big

girls, so I sneaked into her room and hid and she came in and she put it

away. And then she went shopping and Alison was watching TV so I snuck

back in here and locked the door and got them out to look at them."

"Well how did you know how to use them?"

"There's some books with pictures in there too." she scrambles from the

bed to rummage around in the space under the wardrobe, returning with a

double handful of x-rated magazines. "See?" she holds them out to me.

"Lemme see!" Alison says excitedly, trying to snatch them from her sister.

"No!" I say taking them, "We can look at them later. Let's get this lot

washed and put away. Bring the case Alison. Rene put these away for now."

I hand Rene the magazines and bundle the dildos back up in a towel. Then

ushering Alison, who looks longingly over her shoulder at the wardrobe,

ahead of me, we go to the bathroom.

As I'm wiping the Black Mamba dry I ask Rene, "What ever possessed you to

try and put this thing in your little pussy?"

"I wanted to be a big girl too." she tells me, "When I could make this one

fit," she picks up Mr Big, which looks like a log in her tiny hands, and

says, "I was going to show Mama and show her I was a big girl too."

I take the monstrous phallus from her hands, and slowly turn it over. Even

in my hands, the bloody thing looks deformed. "Rene," I say slowly, "Even

your mamma doesn't use this one. See," I point to where half a price tag

still adheres to the shaft, "it's still got a label on it."

"And don't be in such a hurry to grow up, it happens way too soon anyway."

I tell her seriously, "You're a beautiful little girl, who I love very

much just the way she is and your mama loves you that way too."

"Me too!" Alison pipes up and bends to give her little sister a kiss that

curls my toes to watch. "Whew," Alison gasps when they part, "she's a good

kisser isn't she?"

"Just wait until she's had a bit more practice." I say. dropping the last

of the dildos into the case and snapping the lid down.

After putting the case away and telling both girls to leave it and the

magazines alone, I usher them out of the room asking, "Any body need to

pee?"

Rene answers in the affirmative, and leads me towards the toilet. As she

climbs up onto the seat I ask her if she want's me to help again.

"No, I want you to stand here." she takes hold of my hips and pulls me

closer, until my cock is right in her face. "You said I could have another

taste." She says, and sucks my limp prick into her tiny mouth. Almost

immediately it begins to grow under the influence of her baby like

sucking.

"Cool!" Alison says from the doorway and I turn my head to see her slide

her hand between her legs and cup her pussy.

As my cock continues to expand, it quickly fills the sweet, warm, cavity

of the tiny girl's small mouth. I look back down to her and gently take

hold of the sides of her head, sliding my fingers under her hair at the

back and caressing the delicate skin of her cheeks with my thumbs. I

cradle her head, letting her feel my love, but do not restrict the

movements of her head as the bulbous glans presses at the back of her

throat and forces her head back.

She tilts her head back slightly. her deep blue, almost violet eyes

looking up at me lovingly, from beneath long pale lashes. Bringing both

hands up she wraps her tiny fingers around the rigid shaft of my member

and holds it steady as she pulls her mouth off the end with a pop and

gives the tip a quick kiss.

"That felt funny." she giggles. "I like it when it grows in my mouth."

She then opens her jaw wide and pushes her tiny lips back over the tip,

and starts sucking again. At first, I let her go, but as it becomes

obvious that she is going to do nothing more, I gently apply pressure to

the back of her head and pull her further onto my cock, stopping just at

the tip brushes the back of her throat. She looks up at me trustingly as I

guide her head back and forth a couple of times and when I release the

pressure, she continues the motion of her own accord, fucking me gently

with her face.

After a few seconds she pulls off my cock, to swallow the saliva that has

pooled in her mouth and I tell her, "Push up with your tongue and lick it

all over too sometimes."

Straight away, she sticks out her tiny tongue and licks from the root to

the tip, making me twitch and gasp as the tip passes over the sensitive

skin of my fraenum. She giggles at my reaction and flicks her tongue over

the sensitive folds of skin several times before taking me back into her

mouth again.

This time a she rocks her head back and forth, she presses up against the

underside with her tongue, especially as the sensitive folds of the

fraenum passes over her tongue. As her confidence increases, her head bobs

faster and she adds swirling her tongue around the tip to her repertoire.

The next time she pulls her head clear, she drools her spit into her hands

and slides her hands up and down the length of my shaft as she rubs the

tip over her lips and cheeks.

The incredible sight of this tiny preschooler, sitting naked on the toilet

as she services my cock like a seasoned porn star, is almost enough to

make me shoot there and then, and I groan in reaction. Almost as if

realising my predicament, Rene lets go of my cock and grins up at me. "Are

you going to squirt soon?" she asks.

"Soon, real soon Darling." I groan, "Suck it some more please."

Instead of doing as I ask, she gently grasps my balls, one in each hand

and asks, "What are these?"

"They're my balls Honey, they make my sperm." I tell her.

"What's that?" she asks curiously.

"That's the yummy, creamy stuff that squirts out." Alison tells her

sister.

The short question and answer session, has been enough to cool me down a

little and I am able to hold off as she explores the swollen purple glans

teasingly, with the tip of her agile young tongue. She likes my reaction

to her spearing the tip of her tongue into the gaping slit at the tip and

giggles as she gives it a couple more pokes, before pushing her lips over

the angry purple knob and engulfing almost half of my prick.

The sensations of her lips wrapped tightly around my shaft and her wet

little tongue playing with the sensitive underside of my engorged prick

drive me to such fiery heights, that I have to take my hands from her head

before I loose control and try to force myself down her tiny throat.

"Oh God!" I groan, "That's a good baby." I start caressing the side of her

tiny face with the back of my hand. "Suck Daddy's cock for him." I moan,

fantasising about having a baby daughter of my own. Rene briefly pauses

when she hears me call myself 'Daddy', then resumes her ministrations with

even greater enthusiasm, her head bobbing up and down and her tiny fingers

caressing my spit slickened shaft.

"Daddy's little girl is making him feel so good." I moan, "That's it baby,

Daddy's going to give his little baby a nice big drink of cream, real

soon. Suck it good baby. Oh, God baby, here it cummmms." I groan as the

first massive jet of scalding hot seed, sears through my cock to splash

against the back of my five year old lover's throat.

She jerks back as it hits and my second spurt splashes across both cheeks

of her tiny face. But she quickly recovers from her surprise and aims the

spurting tip of my cock at her wide open mouth, extending her tiny tongue

underneath it to catch any drips. I choke back howls of unbearable

pleasure, as I look down to watch my creamy seed, spurt from my painfully

distended prick into her waiting mouth.

Wrapping my hand over her tiny fists, I move it up and down on my shaft,

pumping, my ejaculate into her mouth, watching it coat her little, pink

tongue and drip in obscene, greasy strands from her teeth. Some

interminable time later, I strip one last pearly droplet from my shaft

onto her waiting tongue and still my hand.

Standing on rubbery legs that barely support me, I look down into her up

turned face. Her tiny face is crisscrossed with pearly strands of my

semen, where I have missed the mark, and drools in stringy, white strands

from the corners of her overfull mouth.

As I watch, she carefully closes her mouth and I see her cheeks bulge

rhythmically as she swirls my cum around, testing the flavour it. A smile

quickly suffuses her cum streaked features, and she pulls her hands from

beneath mine to scoop up the obscene strands that drip from her chin and

push them between her lips.

A thud, followed by a series of choked squeals, reminds us of Alison's

presence and we turn our attention to the little ten year old, who lies in

the doorway, frantically mauling her hairless pre-teen pussy with both

hands. One hand frenziedly rubbing at her clit, while she plunges four

fingers of the other in and out of her creaming snatch. As we watch the

frantic motions of her fingers slowing, becoming languorous and gentle as

her climax fades.

"Oh wow!" Rene breaths, and I turn back to her. Her fingers are presses

against the top of her tiny pussy, gently rubbing back and forth as she

watches her big sister come down from her climax.

Slipping my hands under her arms, I lift the tiny child from the toilet

and hold her against my chest as I lick the creamy strands of semen from

her face, making her giggle as my tongue passes over her cheeks and nose.

I gently lick her tiny bow like lips and they part to allow me to slip my

tongue inside and taste the residue of my cum that still adheres to her

gums and cheeks.

Lifting her higher, I lap up the few gooey droplets that had dripped from

her chin to her narrow flat chest. I flick my tongue over each of her tiny

pink nipples, then lick lower, making her squirm and giggle as I push her

outie belly button in with my tongue.

"Ooh stop!" she squeals, "I haven't done wees yet."

As soon as I hear this, I spin around and sit on the toilet. Lifting her

higher, I force my tongue between her tightly clenched thighs and drag it

back through her slit.

"Ooh stop! I'm going to wee, if you don't stop." she squeaks.

"Wee in his mouth!" Alison calls from the doorway, recovered enough to sit

up.

"That's yucky!" Rene says with a shocked giggle.

"No it's not, he likes it." Alison replies, "I peed all over him last

night and he drank it and he peed on me too."

A moment later, I make the matter academic, by blowing a zoober onto her

plump little mound. She squeaks with dismay and I feel dampness in my

beard. I lift her back a little to look at the trickle of moisture that

has escaped her body and dribbles down one of her thighs.

Before her dismay can become something darker, I lap up the warm, salty

dribble and force my tongue into the damp hollow, where her thighs and fat

little labia meet. She yelps at the contact, then slowly, almost

reluctantly, separates her legs for me. As my tongue passes over her

pee-hole, she releases an involuntary spurt of salty, sweet urine onto my

tongue.

Then when I don't pull back in disgust, she cuts loose with full force. I

quickly cover her tiny mons with my mouth, loosing only a few precious

droplets as I make the seal. I let the tasty treat flow over my tongue,

only swallowing enough to leave room for more in my mouth.

"He's drinking my wees." Rene cries incredulously.

As the flow slows to a trickle, I gulp down what's in my mouth and tickle

her pee hole with the tip of my tongue, making her giggle and release the

last of her pee in short, sharp spurts.

When I lower the little girl to my lap, she surprises me by pulling my

head down and kissing my wet lips, not even pulling back when she slips

her tongue between them and discovers that I still have a mouth full of

her urine. Instead, she forces my lips further apart and lets some of it

trickle into her mouth.

She pulls back a little and I watch her swirl it around for a few seconds

testing it, then smiles and gulps it down. She then tilts her head back

and opens her mouth like a baby bird. Happy to comply, I squirt a small

spurt into her waiting mouth, smiling as Alison gasps in amazement from

where she stands behind Rene.

Rene fervently swallows the salty, sweet morsel then opens her mouth for

more. I feed her the last of my mouthful of her pee in small spurts, each

of which she eagerly swallows. When I have no more to give her, she makes

a little noise of disappointment and licks around my lips collecting every

stray droplet she can locate.

When nothing remains for her to find, she pulls back and looks up into my

eyes, giggling as she says, "That was naughty."

"Yep, that's what makes it so much fun." I laugh, kissing her nose and

playfully snapping at it, making her jerk back with a delighted squeal.

"Oh wow that was so hot." Alison says, her hand once more rubbing at her

slit.

"Have you got a drink for me little girl?" I ask, nodding at her busy

fingers.

"I wish I did." she says with a note of disappointment in her voice,

"Maybe I'll have some ready after breakfast."

"Good." I say, "Let's have a dip while we wait."

Squealing with delight, Rene scrambles from my lap and runs through the

laundry to the back door, opens it and darts through. Alison and I follow

a little more slowly, arriving at the back door just in time to see the

happy little girl land in the middle of the cover floating on the surface.

"Look, I'm walking on water." she cries, standing up and taking a wobbling

step towards us. A moment later edge of the styrene bead filled cover dips

and dumps her, squealing happily, into the water.

The cover rises back to the surface, trapping her beneath it and I jump to

rescue her. But Alison grabs my hand and pulls me back, saying, "She's all

right, watch this."

Even as she speaks, I see the cover lift up as Rene stands beneath it. A

moment later Alison turns on the blower and Rene squeals and sputters in

giggling outrage. Smiling, I creep up to where Alison kneels, her thumb on

the button, plant my foot on her rear and push her in with her sister.

Throwing back the cover, she turns an indignant glare on me, then

disappears with a squawk as Rene pulls her feet from under her. Chuckling,

I pull the cover from the water and step into the roiling water with the

girls.

As I enter the water they forget each other and turn on me. Climbing onto

the seats, they jump at me from either side and try to drive me beneath

the surface. I give them long enough to realise that they aren't going to

get anywhere, then tighten my arms around them and drop to the bottom,

pulling them under with me.

As soon as they begin to struggle, I let Alison go and jump back to my

feet. Peeling Rene's tiny arms from about my neck, I lift her up and blow

zoobers all over her body until she is helpless with laughter. I let her

calm down for a few seconds, then with a final zoober right over her clit

that leaves her gasping, I put her down on a seat and stoop to deal with a

determined Alison, who is trying to shift one of my firmly planted feet.

Without warning, I giver her what she wants and catch her as she stumbles

backwards. Shrieking and wriggling futilely, she struggles to escape, her

laughing protests getting louder as I secure both of her hands in one of

mine and start blowing air into her navel. A moment later Rene joins me

and we quickly reduce Alison to a helplessly giggling wreck.

Sitting down, I set her down beside me and cuddle her against my side.

Rene worms under my arm on the other side and each time Alison begins to

recover, she darts an arm across my belly and tickles her big sister. I

let her get away with it a couple of times, then put a stop to it by

grasping her wrist and giving her a stern look.

She responds with an impudent giggle and wriggles from my grasp, then

proceeds to attack Alison from the other side. In the end I have to pull

her away and subdue her with an overdose of zoobers.

I finally get Rene securely ensconced in my lap, my arms trapping hers at

her side and I look up to see Alison regarding her little sister, almost

as if she has never seen her before. A moment later, a decidedly

retaliatory gleam enters her eye, but at least SHE subsides when I give

her a stern glance.

A few minutes later, Rene twists her neck in a way that makes me wince and

asks, "Can you let me go now, please?"

"Can I trust you?" I ask.

She considers the question for a moment, then nods and answers, "I'll

leave her alone."

"Fair enough." I say, releasing her.

"But I didn't say I'd leave you alone." she giggles, turning around and

tickling my ribs. This time around I allow her tickling to affect me and

laugh for her, wriggling just enough that she has to work to maintain her

seat. I let her have her fun for half a minute or so, then trap her hands

and pull her up until I can blow a single zoober around her belly button.

I then lower her back down into my lap, planting little kisses along the

way, finishing with a brief but sensuous kiss on the lips. "O.K. that's

enough of that. Who's ready for breakfast?"

Two shrill, "Me"s answer my question, and we leave a trail of wet

footprints through the house as we go into the bathroom for towels. The

girls make me kneel on the bathmat and team up to rub me dry, before

allowing me to dry them.

As I rub Alison down, my eyes fall on the tiny wisp of nothing that she'd

been wearing earlier and when I finish, I pick them up and ask, "Where on

Earth did you get these?"

"Mama bough them for me yesterday." is her answer and a sudden though

flits through my head, which I immediately dismiss as an absurdity.

"Here, put them on." I say. "They look positively indecent."

Giggling, she slips the tiny pair of knickers on and twirls slowly, posing

for me. In back, a narrow triangle of thin gauzy fabric barely covers the

innermost third of her buttocks and does nothing to conceal the shadowy

crease separating them. As her pirouette brings the front panel into view,

I'm treated to the sight of her beautiful hairless pussy, which is in no

way concealed by the scrap of fog hugging it. Instead, just as I'd hoped,

it makes her look even more naked than when she'd been nude.

Rene too, notices the difference, saying, "They're rude."

"Come on nudie," I say, patting her on the bottom, "let's see what we can

find for you."

Alison and I follow the waggling white bottom into its owner's bedroom and

she stands in front of her dresser, waiting for me to pick her up. As I'd

done the night before, I support her on a lifted knee and together we rat

through her underwear draw looking for something interesting. However, all

of the undies in her drawer are your basic cotton, 'little girl' knickers,

ranging from basic white through to cute little animals of all

descriptions.

Then without consulting me, Rene wads up a pair of powder blue knickers

and tosses them in the direction of her wastepaper basket and missing.

"Hey, what did you do that for?" I ask.

"They're old and they've got holes in them." she tells me dismissively.

"Well, let's see them anyway." I say, lifting her down to the floor.

I pick up the discarded scrap of cloth and hold them up to the light.

Indeed they do have holes, one about half an inch across to one side in

the back and two smaller holes in front. "Here, try them on for me." I

say, kneeling in front of her and holding them open.

She steps into the leg holes and I pull them up. They are a quite a bit

too small for her, but this only serves to outline her tiny, plump mound.

One of the front holes is right over the crease separating her pussy lips,

giving a glimpse of her slit, and the other reveals a tiny patch of pale

white skin on her left hand labia. The hole in back also shows off a small

expanse of soft white skin.

"What do you think Alison?" I ask turning Rene to face her.

"They're rooood!" she giggles in a little girl voice.

"Now let's see what we can find for me." I say, smiling.

With exaggerated waggles of their tiny bottoms the girls precede me into

their mother's room and proceed to empty my bag onto the floor. A moment

later Rene crows in triumph and holds up a leopard print, 'cache sex',

that an older girlfriend had given me. Giggling, she dresses me, having a

little trouble stuffing my half hard cock into the tiny pouch.

Then, with a little playful pushing and shoving, we line up in front of

the full length mirrors that form the doors of the wardrobe, to inspect

ourselves. We present an absolutely obscene sight. A ten year old girl, in

knickers designed to show off, rather than conceal the lines of her

hairless, pre-teen pussy. Her five year old sister, in knickers so tight,

that every fold of her fat little pussy is clearly outlined beneath the

taught fabric.

And standing between them, with his hands on their shoulders, a thirty

year old, overly hirsute man with the darkening head of his stiffening

cock, peeking out of a leopard print posing pouch. A moment later, Rene

pushes a finger into the hole at the top of her slit and my cock shoulders

it's way clear of the pouch that can no longer contain it.

"Oh he want's a better look?" Alison says, making us giggle.

"Yeah we he knows a couple of sexy young ladies when he sees them." I say

in reply. "Now come on, let's get breakfast before he decides to take a

closer look at what's in your knickers."

Running ahead of me, they bolt for the kitchen, and I follow at a more

sedate pace, which allows me to tuck my cock back inside my underwear.

When I arrive, they already have most of the makings of a cold breakfast

on the table and Rene is carrying the milk and orange juice to the table

as Alison brings bowls.

I make the mistake of allowing Rene to pour her own breakfast. Then when I

go to clean it up, she won't let me until she has picked each and every

Rice Bubble out of the young flood and popped it into her mouth, as Alison

makes noises of disgust. I guess I could, stop her easily enough, but her

giggling lets me know that she knows this is not normally acceptable

behaviour, so I let her have her fun, confining myself to stern looks and

a low rumbling in my throat, which she cheerfully ignores.

Chapter 14 - Sprung, Confessions Of A Gardener.

Twenty minutes or so later, as we are doing the dishes, the phone rings.

Before I can get my hands out of the soapy water, Alison drop the plate

she is holding on the bench with a clatter and dashes over to where the

phone is hanging on the wall.

"Hello?" she says. "Oh hi Mama, he's doing the dishes." <pause> "Yeah

we're great. How's Daddy?" <pause> "Oh! Well, are you having a good time?"

<long pause> "That's good."

"Lemme speak to her." Rene squeals tugging on the cord and her sister's

elbow.

"Yeah O.K." Alison laughs, "Here Rene, Mama wants to talk to you."

"Hi mamma." the excited little girl bubbles, "Yeah, he's nice. I wet the

bed and he let me sleep with him. And he read me a story too. And I love

him to pieces." <pause> "Yes mamma." "Here Greg." she hands me the

receiver and takes Alison by the hand leading her away, "Come on Alison,

Mama says we've gotta watch TV, b'cause she wants to talk to Greg."

"Hello Cheryl, how are you and CJ?" I ask, "How's the holiday?"

"I'm Great, but CJ's still sleeping last night off. Apart from him

drinking most of his winnings the trip's been great. We're tied up at

Barham for an hour or so while they take on water and wood for the boiler.

Not that they need to, but it gives the tourists something to take photos

of I guess.

"Are the girls out of ear shot?" she suddenly asks.

"Yeah, they've got some sort of cartoon on." I say, "Why."

"Is my little girl a woman yet?"

Her question shocks the hell out of me, and I respond with a dumb, "Huh?"

"Have you done the deed? Popped her cherry? You know, shown her how to

make a baby?"

"Just what sort of sick, perverted bastard do you think I am?" I decide to

try the angry approach, to see what the hell is going on.

"The sort that gives a little girl what she wants without hurting her of

course." she replies, "I know all about Jenny. You see I was working in

the garden outside and I got to Alison's window while they were playing

with their hairbrushes.

"I thought it was real cute, Alison learning about sex from her best

friend exactly the same way I did. But then when Jenny said a man was

better, my ears really pricked up. I listened in, to see if I could

identify this sick pervert so I could get him put away.

"Well I heard your name, but Jenny kept going on about how nice you were

and how you always did what she wanted and never forced her and how it was

her idea in the first place and you tried to talk her out of it. That made

realise that getting rid of you would really upset at least one little

girl who loved you, because she would be forced to give evidence against

you."

"it would never come to that." I interject, "I'd confess, before I'd let

her be questioned."

"Even so, she'd still think that she had something to do with you going to

jail. Anyway, I was just going to make sure that CJ never brought you

anywhere near my girls.- you see I recognised your name. But every time I

thought about it, I got wet between the legs and I started trying to work

out how to go about getting you here without CJ being around.

"When Dad had his scare the other day, just before my birthday weekend, I

manoeuvred CJ into suggesting you and bringing you around for the girls to

meet. When Rene, accepted you, I *knew* that Alison would be in the hands

of somebody who would give her only what she wanted and not try to force

anything else on her. And when I saw how Alison kept on giving you peeks

at her tits and showing off her knickers when she thought nobody was

watching I knew that she'd chosen you to take her virginity."

"You saw that did you?" I ask, recovering enough to laugh.

"Yep!" She laughs back, "So did you make it special for her?"

"Yes," I reply, "I'd like to think so."

"Good." she says decisively, "I want to hear every juicy little detail

when I get back."

"Uh, yeah." I say, "We still might have a problem though. You know how

'shy' is a good word to describe Rene, well take the middle letter and

move eight places down the alphabet."

I listen to her counting through the letters of the alphabet, "I, J, K, L,

M, N, O, P. P, shy, spy. Oh!"

"Yeah, spy." I say dryly, "While you were doing the weeding, she was

counting dust bunnies in Alison's room."

"She was under the bed?" Cheryl says, giving a shocked little laugh.

"Correct. Then last night, after we thought she was asleep, she saw Alison

kneeling between my knees charming the one eyed trouser snake - don't

worry it was her idea - and this morning, I woke up just in time to paint

her tonsils."

"Oh god!" Cheryl gasps, "I hope it didn't scare her."

"Surprised her quite a bit and then she saw me looking at her and froze. I

think it would have been O.K., except Alison walked in before I could tell

her I wasn't mad. She was terribly afraid that we would be mad at her, but

we both cuddled and kissed her until she felt better and then we licked

her face and tickled her till she nearly wet herself."

"Good. I'd hate to see her get hurt. You haven't tried to fuck her have

you?"

"No, between my wake up call, and Alison teaching her how to do the

charming properly. I haven't had the time, nor the energy."

"Well you might have just saved your balls," she says, in jest, "because

the thought of my little baby girl getting her cherry popped is making me

soak my drawers, and I don't want to miss seeing it happen."

"Ah, that might be a bit difficult, she's been playing with her hairbrush

too."

"All the better, it won't hurt her when you do, do the deed."

"Guess what else Agent Double-O Five and a bit has been into." I say.

"I'm not sure I want to." Cheryl replies with a groan. "Go on, tell me the

worst."

"Well, you know your super secret hiding place?" I ask, "It's been

compromised."

"Oh God no!" she gasps, "Does she know what those things are for?"

"Yep, she found the instruction manuals." I reply.

"There aren't any..." she begins, "Oh!"

"Yeah, they gave her a fairly good idea of what to do." I pause for

effect. "And she's tried every one of them on for size except Mr Big."

"Even I haven't tried that one!" Cheryl gasps, "CJ bought it for me as a

joke. You mean she's tried everything else? Even the Black Mamba?"

"As much as would fit anyway." I say, "God that was obscene, the bloody

balls were hanging down by her knees and it stretched her so much, it

looke like the bloody thing was a part of her body. "

"Oh shit, don't say things like that." she gasps, obviously aroused, "This

is a public phone booth and you're giving me an itch I can't scratch. But

tell me, how in the hell did she manage to get that thing to fit in the

first place? "

"Well just about the same time she started playing with her hairbrush, she

saw you cleaning one of your toys and she decided she wanted to be a 'big

girl' too. So she went and hid in your room and waited for you to put it

away"

"I remember that." Cheryl says, "I thought the little shit had gone

outside."

"And then you went shopping and Alison was watching TV, so Rene locked

herself in your room and went to work in a very scientific and thorough

manner. She made it about half way through your collection that day and

since then, every time she's had a chance, she's tried a new toy.

"Her intention was to show you that she was a big girl too, as soon as she

managed to accommodate Mr Big."

"Oh my God, that thing would split her in half." Cheryl cries in shock. "I

hope you put an end to that idea."

"Yeah, I convinced her to wait a little while before she grew up any more.

"You know, Alison's quite put out by her little sister." I continue with a

chuckle."

"Why's that?"

"She can only get half way through your collection before she has to

stop."

"Well there's not much that Rene can beat Alison at yet," Cheryl laughs,

"but I *could* wish it was something a little more mundane. I'd hate to

think about what might happen, if she starts crowing about it."

"Actually that's more or less how I found out about your toys in the first

place. Though it was Alison, who was doing the skiting. She decided to

show Rene what she could do, sat in my lap, and then told her that she

couldn't do it. That made Rene mad and she went to your wardrobe and got

out your case.

"One by one she demonstrated exactly what would fit, culminating with her

stuffing four inches of the Black Mamba into her pussy and then

challenging Alison to give it a try."

On the other end of the line I hear a loud clunk and a series of muffled,

gasping obscenities. A moment later, Cheryl picks up the receiver and

apologises, "Sorry about that, you just made me cum without touching

myself."

Just then, I hear a warning tone and Cheryl hurriedly says, "Shit I've got

to go, I haven't got any change left. I'll try and call you from Swan

Hill, but CJ might make that impossible. Christ the way I feel now, I

might just make sure of it. So if I don't, I'll see you when we get back,

give my love to the girls and don't go ruining my baby girl's virtue until

I'm there to <click>"

I hang up the phone and go into the lounge where the kids are watching

Gargoyles. "Girls we've got a problem." I say, "Your Mum says I'm not

allowed to fuck Rene."

"Why not?" Rene asks in the interval that her sister leaves as she tries

to pick up her jaw.

"Because she want's to watch." I grin, watching Alison's face. Her eyes

threaten to pop from her head and her mouth opens and closes like a

goldfish as she tries to digest what I'd just said.

"She want's to watch you fuck Rene?" she gasps, "What about me?"

"What about you?" I ask.

"What did she say about me?"

"Oh she just wanted to know if your first fuck was a good one and then we

talked about Rene." I ignore Alison as her expression shifts from shock to

incredulity and say, "Guess what Rene? Your Mama had an orgasm right in

the phone booth when I told her about how you played with her toy dicks."

"Really?" the little girl squeals excitedly and jumps up and down chanting

"Mama had a 'gasm. Mama had a 'gasm."

Rene becomes suddenly sombre as Alison cries, "Shut up Rene!" she then

turns scared eyes on me. "She knows about us?" she asks incredulously.

"Actually I only really told her about Rene." I say, "She already knew you

were going to fuck me before she left."

"She did?" Alison yelps.

"Uh-huh," I nod, "Next time you have a secret conversation, you might want

to check outside the window as well as under the bed." I say with a grin,

"Your Mama heard every word and every disgusting noise you and Jenny

made."

I sit down on the couch and, pat the seat beside me. "Come and sit here

and I'll explain it a bit better."

A moment later I have a little girl snuggled up against my right side and

a very little one cuddled under my left arm.

"O.K." I say, "Your mama, heard you two, fucking yourselves with your

hairbrushes and she thought it was cute, because that's how she got

started too. Then Jenny started talking about men, and your mama kept

listening, because she wanted to know who I was so she could tell the

police.

"Lucky for me though, she started to get hot, thinking about you fucking

someone. And I think she guessed that you were going to do it soon anyway,

and decided that I sounded like a nice guy and wouldn't hurt you like some

people would. So when your grandad got sick, she tricked your daddy into

getting me to babysit. She even bought those knickers for you."

"Does this mean I don't have to keep secrets from Mama any more?" Rene

asks.

"Well not about this anyway." I say, "You'll have to make up your own mind

about other secrets."

"What about Daddy?" Alison asks.

"Talk to your mother first," I reply, "because I think she's keeping it a

secret from him. O.K.?"

"O.K." she agrees, "What are we going to do now?"

Chapter 15 - A new 'friend'?

"Well what would you like to do?" I ask. Hastily adding, "Apart from

that." when her eyes drift towards my groin.

"Spoilsport." she grins, "Can we go to the park?"

"Yay park!" Rene gives her vote with a cheer.

"The park it is." I say. "Do you want to make a picnic of it?"

"Yay picnic!" Rene starts bouncing excitedly around the room.

"Alison?"

"Sounds great." she grins.

"Well we'd better get some clothes on and get ready then." I say snagging

Rene as she passes in front of us. "Come on you, let's get dressed."

"Don't wanna." she replies grinning.

"O.K." I say letting her go, "We'll leave you behind."

"Don't care." she says.

"O.K. Alison, let's go." I stand up and pull Alison to her feet.

Leaving Rene standing in the middle of the lounge, we head down the hall,

separating at her mother's bedroom door. I exchange my posing pouch for

something a little more comfortable and slip on a pair of jeans and a

T-shirt. After running a comb through my hair and beard and putting on my

boots, I scoop up a jacket and go to see what Alison is up to, stepping

over Rene, who has planted herself in the middle of the doorway, as if she

isn't there.

I meet Alison as she comes out of her room and she stop to let me admire

her. She is dressed in a figure hugging denim miniskirt with matching

jacket. Under the jacket, she is wearing a plain white blouse, which is

just thin enough to let a hint of her developing areolae to show through.

On her feet she has a pair of white canvas shoes and white ankle socks

trimmed with lace. Her shining, golden hair is pulled back into a pony

tail fastened with a blue velvet scrunchie.

She smiles at my low admiring whistle and jumps into my arms, tilting her

face up for a kiss. I plant one on the end of her nose, making her giggle,

them lower her back to the ground and take her hand. She follows my lead,

as I ignore Rene, stepping around her on our way to the kitchen.

As we move around the kitchen, packing fruit, making up sandwiches and a

thermos of tea, we step over and around our little shadow. I smile

inwardly as the consternation in her expression becomes more and more

pronounced, but outwardly I show no more awareness of her presence than I

do of one of the kitchen chairs.

"Ready Alison?" I ask, snapping down the lid on the esky.

"What about me?" Rene ask plaintively, her tiny chin aquiver.

"You're not dressed." I say, hefting the esky and heading for the front

door.

"Wait! I'll get dressed." Rene cries, running down the hall to her room.

"Would you really have left her behind?" Alison asks curiously.

"Of course not," I grin, "but she just found out I'm more stubborn than

she is."

A few moments later a muffled cry for help, comes from Rene and I go to

see what the problem is. In her haste to get ready, she has become

entangled in the dress she is trying to put on, actually managing to force

her head halfway into the sleeve. Grinning, I peel it off her, and help

her put it on properly. Handing her a pair of pale blue, knee length

socks, I get up to look for a jumper, but Alison is already holding a

bright red parka.

"Thanks." I say, "Shoes?"

Alison reaches under the bed, coming up with a cute little pair of

sneakers, which she slips onto her little sister's feet.

Bouncing to her feet, Rene slips her arms into the parka I hold ready for

her, "O.K. I'm ready, let's go." she declares pulling away from me.

"Really?" I ask. "Why don't you take a look in the mirror."

She does as I ask and giggles as she lifts her hand to her somewhat

tangled hair. "Oh yeah."

"Come on, that's soon fixed." I say picking her up and throwing her over

my shoulder.

In the lounge, I pull her into my lap and quickly, but gently pull the

tangles from her hair. Gathering her hair in my hand, I send Alison to get

another scrunchie.

Then a I usher them outside and just as I'm about to pull the door shut,

Rene cries, "My seat!" and forces her way back inside, returning a moment

later hugging a foam booster seat almost as big as she is.

Two minutes later, I have both girls strapped in. In the back seat, much

to Alison's disgust and I slip in behind the wheel. On our way to the

park, I stop at a service station for a couple of bottles of soft drink

and some ice for the esky.

Ten minutes later, I pull up in front of an adventure playground, which

lies at the end of a dead end street, surrounded by bushland. It had been

built in anticipation of a housing development that had failed due to the

recession. During the week it is aswarm with kids on their way home from a

nearby primary school, but on the weekend it is largely abandoned, too

isolated for it to be considered safe for unsupervised children.

On either side of the street, are several overgrown blocks of land,

littered with scraps of weathered building materials and the dirt from

half dug foundations. I know from earlier explorations of the area, that

the bush behind the empty blocks are only narrow strips, about fifty

metres deep, beyond which lies similar streets. A paved bicycle track

links these streets to the park and also to a completed development some

two hundred meters beyond the bushland behind the park.

When I pull up, I'm somewhat surprised to see a skinny little girl in a

dirty, floral print dress and pink cardigan, with dark curly hair, kicking

herself, somewhat dispiritedly, back and forth on one of the swings, the

toes of her scuffed sneakers dragging in the dirt. She is so deeply

adsorbed in her own sad little world, that she does not notice us until

she hears the car doors slamming. She looks up with a sulky expression,

that quickly clears when she sees the girls tumbling out of the car.

Leaving me and a suddenly shy Rene to unpack the car, Alison runs over to

the little girl and starts talking to her. I hand Rene the bag containing

our cups and other utensils and dump a rubber backed rug on top. Taking up

the esky, I direct Rene, who can't see over the load in her arms, to a

sunny patch of grass nearby.

As I shake out the blanket, Alison and her new friend come skipping up to

us. "This is Anna, Greg, her Mama made her come here because she kept on

waking up her new baby brother. She lives over there behind the trees."

Alison waves in the direction of one of the adjacent streets. "Can she

stay and have a picnic with us?"

"I think Anna's mother might be expecting her back for lunch." I say,

"Besides, it's still a little early to eat."

"I meant when it was time to eat silly." Alison tells me scornfully. "Can

she play with us till then?"

"I don't see why not." I reply with a grin, "That is of course if Anna

want's to play with a couple of little horrors like you."

"Oh I do." Anna says earnestly, "I thought there'd be somebody here to

play with, because I heard lots of kids yesterday, but I haven't seen

anybody all day."

"How long have you been living here Anna?" I ask, "I didn't know there

were any houses on that street."

"Oh there aren't." she replies, "Daddy's building us one, but he got

hurted and we're living in a caravan, because we had to leave our old

house."

"Well, why don't we put all of this away and we'll go and see your mother,

Anna." I say, "We can ask her if you can have lunch with us. And there are

a couple of things I need to say to her too."

"O.K.," she replies a little sadly, "but Mummy will say yes, because she

says I'm a nuisance."

"That's probably because she's worried about your daddy." I say

reassuringly.

We quickly bundle everything back up and lock them in the back of my car

and after unpeeling Rene from my leg and moving her to my shoulders, we

follow Anna along the bike path to the next street over.

One of the blocks has been cleared and the frame of a house has begun to

take shape on top of a poured concrete floor slab. Rather incongruously, a

partially complete bathroom is visible through an open door way. It is the

only section of the house to have the plaster of the walls nailed up. A

plastic tarp fixed over the ceiling joists protects it from the weather.

Beside the frame of the house is a medium sized caravan, from which

emerged the thin wail of a hungry baby. Before I can knock, Anna flings

the door open and bounces inside, earning herself a sharp rebuke from a

harassed sounding woman.

Chapter 16 - Bread Cast Upon The Waters.

"I'm sorry Mummy," Anna replies, somewhat abashed, "but I wanted to ask if

I could have a picnic with some girls and their Daddy in the park."

"Anything to get you out of my hair." the woman cries, sounding so close

to tears, that I can't blame her for her uncharitable words. "Here, hold

your brother so I can make his bottle first."

"His Name's Greg and the big girl is Alison," Anna chatters, "I don't know

what the little girl is called. He says he wants to talk to you."

"They're here?" the woman yelps, sticking her head through the door to

look at where we stand in an embarrassed huddle to one side of the door.

"Oh God, I must look an absolute fright" She cries her hands flying to her

hair, I'd invite you in but the place is an absolute pig sty."

I pull the scrunchie from Alison's hair and muss it up then run my fingers

through my own until it stands on end. "There we match." I say grinning,

"Now if you don't mind us inviting ourselves in, you look like you could

do with a nice hot cuppa."

She giggles, a little hysterically, at me and nods, not trusting herself

to speak, as she steps back into the van. I lift Rene down from my

shoulders, holding her on my hip as she won't let me put her down and step

up after her.

"You sit down there, and I'll fix you a cuppa." I order this strange

woman. Belatedly apologising, "If you don't mind me taking over for a

while."

She takes the indicated seat, saying, "No, I don't mind. I don't know who

you are but I could cheerfully kiss you right now."

"I'm Greg Mills, sometime knight in shining armour," I introduce us, "this

is Rene and that's Alison making a beeline for your baby. And much as it

would please me for them to be my children, I have to admit that I'm just

borrowing them for the weekend, while their parents are on holiday."

"I'm Jean Little, no longer a maiden," she smiles wanly, "but very much in

distress. You've already met Anna, and the 'little bundle of noise', is

Robert. Now I better get his bottle, before he remembers he's hungry."

"No you sit there, I can see everything I need, and once I've plugged the

hole in his face, we'll see about you. O.K.?"

"Oh thank you!" Jean says fervently, "My husband slipped, when he was

erecting a roof truss two days ago and broke his hip. I've been trying to

cope, but between worrying about him and the baby keeping me up at night

and Anna during the day I'm beginning to loose it."

Working around Rene, who still has her face buried in my shoulder, I wash

my hands and get a bottle and teat from the sterilising solution and after

checking with Jean, measure out the right amount of formula. When I feel

the kettle it is obvious that Jean had been waiting for it to cool and

that explains the cranky baby. It's still a little warm, but I make up the

formula anyway, setting it in a bowl of cold water for a few seconds to

cool.

After checking the temperature, I hold out the bottle to Jean, saying,

"Mummy spit please."

"Huh?" she says confused.

"Suck the teat for a second," I say, "He'll recognise the taste of your

saliva and take the bottle faster."

"That's a new one on me." she says after briefly sucking on the bottle and

grimacing at the taste, "Where did you learn that?"

"My neighbour," I reply, "I also borrow her kid on a fairly regular basis.

You can do it to his dummy too, it works just as good as honey and it

doesn't rot their teeth."

Peeling Rene back enough to look into her face, I ask, "Do you want to

feed the baby?"

She immediately slithers down to the floor and takes the bottle from me. I

follow her to the other end of the van, where the two older girls are

struggling to keep Robert's attention. Lifting Rene into the middle of the

bed, I arrange Robert, who is beginning to whimper, in her lap and show

her how to hold him and the bottle. He looks to be about four months or so

old and as soon as the bottle touches his lips his fists come up to grasp

it.

Leaving the older girls to supervise Rene with the baby, I return to the

front of the van, refilling the kettle and switching it on, on the way.

"Do you have any kids of your own Greg?" Jean asks as I shove a pile of

nappies aside and sit down opposite her.

"No, not yet." I reply. "I haven't found anybody willing to settle down

with me yet."

"You're kidding?" she says incredulously, "You know so much about them and

you worked around having Rene on your hip like you do it all the time.

God, if I weren't already married, I'd be proposing about now."

"I have to warn you, I drool in my sleep." I say laughing. "Mostly, I just

to borrow other peoples kids. That way, you can usually give them back

when they need changing."

"I can relate to that." she laughs, "Have you ever noticed that they save

the smelly ones for company?"

"Of course." I laugh back.

Now before he finishes his bottle, and the girls come back," I say,

"there's something I should say."

"Sounds serious."

"Not yet, but it could be. It's about the park. I don't think it's a good

idea to let Anna play there on the weekends. It's way too isolated for her

to be there without supervision. It's O.K. after school, because half the

kids from the school are there, but it's usually pretty deserted on

weekends."

"Are you saying perverts hang out there?" she asks, her voice rising

enough to attract the attention of the kids.

"Shush." I wait for the girl's attention to return to the baby and

continue, "No, not at the moment, because it is so rarely used on the

weekend. But it's going to get around that you've started to build here

and Anna might be in danger then, so I'd keep her close to you, until a

few people build on the street over there."

"How did you get the land anyway?" I ask, getting up to deal with the

kettle, "I thought this was all one development that collapsed."

"It is, Sean, that's my husband, used to work for the developers and when

they went bust, he and the other employees were given land in lieu of back

pay and redundancy. We wanted a block on the center road, but the

receivers held onto that, waiting for the market to pick up again.

"Most of the others sold their land back to the new owners, but we held

onto ours and as our lease on the old place expired two months ago we

decided to move here as soon as Sean could get enough of the bathroom

finished for us to use it. That way we could save the rent money and build

faster. Last weekend, we moved into the van here and then Sean had his

damned fall." she finishes, becoming distraught.

"Here drink this." I say, wrapping her fingers around a mug of sweet,

milky tea.

"God, how much sugar did you put in this?" she asks after taking a sip.

"Enough." I tell her, sitting down with my own mug, "Now drink, you need

it."

We silently sit sipping our drinks, until Rene interrupts, calling out,

"He's finished his bottle. He's smiling at me."

"Oops," I say, grabbing a nappy from the pile beside me and throwing it

over my shoulder, "time for damage control."

I quickly scoop Robert from Rene's lap and lift him to my shoulder,

patting his back. A few seconds later, he lets go with a sustained burp

that tells me I'd just averted a major disaster.

Once I'm sure he's not going to present us with any little surprises, I

check his nappy and finding it dry, I give the girls back their living

doll and go back to my cuppa.

"You moved quick there." Jean comments.

"I had to," I laugh, "can you imagine the mess there would have been when

those three made like a trade union and went out in sympathy."

"I can and I thank you from the bottom of my stomach for avoiding it."

"You're welcome." I say, "Now while we have such efficient baby sitters,

why don't you and I see to cleaning up a bit, you'll be much more

cheerful, if you're not constantly tripping over reminders of what you

haven't had the time to do. And then we are going on a picnic."

"Oh god, how can I ever repay you?" she says, almost crying with relief.

"You don't," I reply, "you do whatever you can to help when you come

across others in distress."

It takes a surprisingly short time for us to get the van cleared, with me

in the kitchenette washing the dishes and sweeping the floor as Jean puts

away the piles of clothing that have accumulated and makes the bed. At the

same time, I steam sterilise a couple of empty soft drink bottles in the

microwave and fill them with boiled water, giving Jean a head start on

Robert's next few bottles.

When she sees what I'm doing, she gives me a heartfelt "Thanks." and a

quick buss on the cheek, blushing like a schoolgirl.

As soon as we have finished cleaning up, Jean chases me out of the

kitchenette, beaming her gratitude and saying, "We can at least bring our

own contribution to the picnic."

As she begins to cut sandwiches for herself and Anna, Anna announces,

"He's wet Mummy."

I wave her back to the bench, and with Anna to fetch for me, and my two to

giggle at his little circumcised dick, I quickly have him changed and in a

fresh pair of rompers. Then when they would reclaim their newest toy, I

tell them it's time he was put down for a nap.

They give in with good grace and after watching me tuck him into his

cradle, they retire to the table at the front of the van to play with

Anna's Barbies. Rene, having gotten over her initial shyness, becoming so

bossy that I have to rein her in.

Chapter 17 - The Picnic.

Ten minutes later, we are on our way back to the playground. Jean and I

carrying Robert in a capsule and the girls laden with a basinet for

Robert, his travel bag, and the food. When we arrive, my two dump their

loads and make a beeline for the slide, while Anna, in a sudden fit of

conscience, offers to help us set up.

However Jean sees where her daughter would rather be and taking the

thought for the deed, thanks her and sends her off with a pat on the

backside. A few minutes later we have lunch laid out on the blanket, and a

sleeping Robert transferred to the basinet.

The girls come running when we call, attacking the simple feast as if they

had not eaten in days. Then when the sandwiches are nothing but a memory

and the girls are engaged in a giggling belching contest, Jean produces a

block of chocolate, and distributes it among us. Causing Rene to surprise

me and her sister, by giving Jean a quick kiss on the cheek.

Then, having determined that nothing remains to fill their hollow legs,

they, try to drag me off to play with them. Laughing, Jean shoos me away,

saying, "Go on, I'll be fine here with Robert, you've given me the first

half hour to myself I've had since before we moved."

With me to provide the muscle, the first thing they want to try is the

spinning egg. I beg off, telling them they should let lunch settle a bit

first. So their next choice is the swings.

Fortunately for them, but not for me, there are three swings on the frame

and they have me running like a blue arsed fly, as I move from side to

side giving each of them a push. At first, I give Rene tiny pushes, not

wanting to scare her, but she soon starts shrieking, "Higher, Higher!"

Even when I have all three of them rising above my head on the back swing,

she continues to exhort me to push her even higher. Abandoning the other

two to their own devices, I concentrate my efforts on Rene's swing and

soon have her rising to a height of ten or twelve feet at the top of each

swing.

When I look to the others, Anna is swaying back and fourth, pumping the

swing so that she maintains a maximum height of five feet or so, while

Alison has come to a full halt, her head turning from side to side as she

incredulously follows her baby sister's movement. Again, she looks as

though she is looking at her sister for the first time.

Leaving Rene to the forces of gravity and friction, I approach Alison and

start spinning her swing, winding the chains together for about twenty

turns before letting her go. Squealing with delight, she spins faster and

faster, her hair flying out in a diaphanous cloud.

Of course as soon as the other two see this, they want to try it too, Anna

drags her feet in the dirt to bring herself to a quick stop, but Rene, her

little legs to short to reach the ground, has to yell for me to stop her.

I'm not sure that the swings are far enough apart to set all three girls

spinning at once. So after stopping Rene, I wait for Alison to spin down,

and dismount.

She manages to take about four reeling steps before she collapses in a

giggling heap, her head turning on her shoulders as her eyes follow the

dictates of her inner ears. Leaving her sprawled indecorously on the

grass, (her skirt barely covering her knickers) to recover on her own, I

wrap the two outer swings around the support poles.

Having new devilry in mind, I get Anna to lie down in her swing, before

winding her up. I tell her to pull her legs in if she want's to go faster

and stick them out straight to slow down. Then lifting her swing back and

to the side, I release her, with a flick to her heels to impart a little

extra speed.

Her happy shrieks pierce the air as she curls herself up as tight as she

can, her spinning swing also moving in a larger circle as it winds down.

When the movement of the swing has slowed to lazy oscillations, she stops

herself with her feet, and pulls herself to her feet, using the chains.

Releasing the chains, she takes three staggering steps backwards and

caroms of me, landing in a laughing heap at my feet.

"My turn!" Rene shrieks, flinging herself over the seat of the swing.

Smiling, I wonder what this adrenalin junkie has done with the shy little

girl who had been afraid of her own shadow barely six hours earlier. I

haul Anna to her feet and half carry her over to where Alison is sitting,

her hair in complete disarray, and a happy smile on her face. When I lower

Anna to the ground beside her, she flops backwards, throwing her arms

wide.

After I wind Rene up and let her go, I join Alison and Anna on the ground,

lying back between them and watching the clouds scud by. A moment later,

Alison squirms around and makes a pillow of my stomach. On my other side

Anna sits up and hugs her knees to her chest. Her dress falls into her lap

and I can see the her little bottom tightly encased in white cotton and a

little higher I can see her pussy pushing the fabric out between her legs.

They start talking about the latest exploits of Ken and Barbie and not

terribly interested in the subject of the conversation, I look over

towards the blanket. Totally exhausted by the last couple of days, Jean

now lies fast asleep, curled protectively around Robert, who she has moved

onto the blanket with her.

A short time later, Rene staggers from the swing, somehow or other keeping

her feet until she encounters mine and falls on top of her big sister.

Alison cries out loudly in surprise and pain and I hear Robert begin to

fuss. I look over to the blanket and see Jean sit up and rock him back and

fourth, comforting him.

When he has settled down, she changes his nappy and then tucking him under

one arm, she comes over to us. "I think it's time we went home Anna." she

says, "Robert's spent enough time in the sun for one day."

"Do I have to?" Anna asks beseechingly.

"Well I don't think we should impose on Greg any more." Jean tells her

daughter, "He's already been more helpful to us than we have any right to

expect."

"Where's the imposition?" I ask, "I'm already here with these two and it's

no chore to keep my eye on another. If you want to continue your half

holiday I'll bring her home before we leave."

"Well if you're sure." Jean says.

"I'm sure." I reply, "It's no problem."

"Well O.K. then. Can you send her back about three o'clock, if you don't

want to leave before then. I want to get up to the hospital to see Sean."

she smiles down to her daughter. "You be good now."

"Yes Mummy." Anna replies cheerfully, trotting back to the blanket with

her mother and helping her to pack up the baby's things.

Jean declares that's she's perfectly fine, when I offer to help her carry

the things back to the van and heads off across the park to the bike

track.

Chapter 18 - Little Exi-piss-ionists And Monkey Tricks.

"Well what now?" I ask.

"The egg" is their unanimous reply.

I let them haul me to my feet and lead me over to it. We clamber inside,

with Rene and I opposite Alison and Anna. Then taking hold of the wheel in

the center, I start turning it, going faster and faster. When it gets to

the point where I can't grip and release quickly enough to go any faster,

I carefully let myself back against the wall, being careful not to crush

Rene.

With their weight's almost tripled, their laughter is somewhat strained as

they make astronaut faces at each other and try to lean into the center.

Rene then discovers the fun of lifting her arm and letting it go limp so

that it thumps me in the stomach. Unfortunately for me, under the high G's

of the spinning capsule, her tiny arm has all the impact of a medicine

ball, being winded under normal conditions ain't funny, at something like

two and a half G's getting your breath back becomes almost impossible. In

fact by the time I do, Alison has brought the capsule to a standstill and

is blowing on her hands to cool them.

A tiny tug on my sleeve makes me look down at Rene, her expression like

that of a dog expecting to be kicked, "I'm sorry. Are you all wight?" she

whispers almost crying.

"Oh Honey," I say, pulling her onto my lap and cuddling her, "it's all

right, I know you didn't really mean it."

"You sure?" she asks.

"Yes I'm sure," I reassure her, "now give me a kiss and we'll forget it.

O.K.?"

She tilts her head back for me and meets my lips with her own slightly

parted. Although I would like to extend this kiss, I'm conscious of Anna's

presence, so I keep it brief. As we separate, some wicked little imp makes

her flick her tongue across my lips and a moment later, she gives me a

decidedly naughty grin.

Across from us, Alison and Anna have their heads together and are holding

a conversation in low tones, thinking that I'm still comforting Rene, but

I have no trouble hearing what they are saying.

"I need to pee." Alison is whispering.

"Me to." Anna replies, "I'll take you to my place."

"There's nobody around," Alison says, "why don't we just do it here."

"What about him?" Anna asks, shocked.

"So what," Alison says dismissively, "he's seen me before. We don't wear

anything in the spa and then afterwards we had a shower together. You know

how the water makes you want to pee if you haven't been for a while? Well

we thought it was pretty silly to get out so we just did it there."

"You mean you've seen his thingy?" Anna asks, her voice rising to a point

where I have to take notice.

"Alison," I ask, "what are you saying?"

"I was just saying how we don't wear anything in the spa and how we just

peed in the shower afterwards because it was silly to get out." she

explains.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because we need to pee and I don't want to go back to Anna's." she tells

me, "Can we do it here?"

"You most certainly can't do it in here." I say pointing at the floor,

deliberately misunderstanding her.

"No silly," she giggles, "outside. There's nobody who can see."

"Well, I don't know." I say slowly.

"I need to go too." Rene says from my lap, "Real bad."

"Well, I guess It'll be O.K., but we'd better move back into the bush." I

say, trying to sound reluctant.

Without further ado, Rene slides from my lap and holding my hand she leads

me out of the capsule, dragging me at a half run towards the trees and

scrub on the other side of the bike track at the back of the park.

As soon as we are out of sight of the park and the bike track, she pulls

her knickers down to her ankles and lifts the hem of her dress up to her

waist, then squats in the dirt, half facing me. "Oh I'll get my undies."

she says and stands back up to strip them off and hand them to me.

This time when she squats, she faces me directly and I get a perfect view

of her little puffy slit. A moment later she cuts loose with a strong,

golden stream that spatters into the dust and leaf litter between her

feet. As she pees, she holds her head down, watching the piss emerge from

between the fat halves of her hairless baby pussy.

As she finishes and stands up, Alison lifts her skirt, showing off her

skimpy little knickers, her bald cunt clearly visible through the

practically transparent fabric.

"Oh wow!" Anna gasps, "Where did you get those knickers?"

"Mama gave them to me." Alison replies with a grin, "Aren't they naughty?"

"I'll say," Anna says in a strange tone, "It almost looks like you aren't

wearing any at all."

"Well now I'm not." Alison giggles, stripping them off and handing them to

me.

When she squats, she does so in a fashion, that lets all three of us see

between her legs. She places her feet as far apart as she can manage, then

as if that is not obscene enough, she separates her labia with her

fingers. Showing off every square millimetre of the inside of her pussy,

from the small, glistening, pink hole at the base to her erect little clit

at the top of her slit. As I watch, her urethral opening bulges and opens

up, emitting a strong, yellow stream of urine onto the dirt.

Giggling, she begins to play with the flow, cutting it off completely and

then expelling it in short, sharp bursts. Then, as her bladder empties,

she reduces the flow to a mere trickle that runs down between her labia

and over the entrance to her vagina and then her arsehole, to drip from

the end of her tail bone. She finishes with three quick spurts then takes

her time standing up, grinning wickedly all the while.

By this time, poor Anna is standing with her legs crossed and her hand

pressed into the junction of her thighs. "You won't tell Mummy will you?"

she asks, looking up at me beseechingly.

"No, I won't tell her." I reassure her.

"Promise?"

"I promise"

Grimacing with the strain of holding her pee, she modestly slips her hands

under the skirt of her dress and quickly pulls her knickers off and hands

them to me. A moment later, she pulls her dress up to her waist and drops

into a squat so quickly that my knees ache in sympathy. So urgent is her

need, that even before her bottom hits her heels, she is pissing into the

dirt.

Her large pussy lips are so tightly closed that the stream sprays a little

wildly and wets her legs. With a strained grunt, she shuts off the flow

and she uses her fingers to pull the plump lips of her mound apart. Her

inner labia are surprisingly well developed for a girl of her age, and at

the point where they meet, the tip of an amazingly large clit peeks from

its hood. At the base of her slit, her vaginal entrance is little more

than a puckered, pink dimple with a tiny dark hole at the center.

A second later, she sighs, pushing the pee from her body in a golden arch.

Fifteen seconds or so later, the flow slackens to a dribble that flows

over dimple marking the entrance to her vagina, making her giggle a little

at the tickling sensation.

A moment later, she stands, letting her dress fall and looks up into my

face, blushing prettily.

"Come on," I say, "let's get your legs dried off."

Jamming their knickers into my pocket, I lead them back to the blanket,

smiling at the conversation that begins behind me.

"Piddling like that in front of him made me feel all funny." Anna

whispers, to Alison.

"Where?" Alison asks, "In your pussy?"

"Is that the place between my legs?" Anna asks, "That's where it felt

funny, sort of tingly."

"Yeah." Alison answers, "When I feel like that, I sometimes rub my bumpy

bit and it feels even better."

Pretending not to hear their conversation, when we reach the blanket, I

rummage through the bag we'd brought our plates in for napkins.

"Mummy say's I'm not supposed to touch myself there." Anna says, "She says

it's nasty."

"No it's not." Alison says, "I do it all the time and it feels really,

really good. And MY Mama says it's all right too."

"Here you go girls." I say, holding out a handful of paper napkins.

They each take one and Anna watches as both Rene and Alison pull their

hems up to their waists and push their hips forwards, almost in my face.

Spreading their labia with their fingers, they wipe their pussies dry.

Alison then drops her napkin on the grass and very deliberately runs her

finger back and forth in her slit a couple of times, going so far as to

insert the first joint of her finger into her vagina. Only when I give her

a warning look does she take her hand away and drop her skirt.

"See?" she says to Anna.

Blushing, Anna pulls up her dress, just enough to clear her well developed

pussy and immediately covers it with the napkin and her hand. She slowly

wipes herself dry, then covers herself up again as she wipes up the errant

droplets bespattering her legs.

Picking up Alison's napkin by a corner, I hold it out to her and point at

the nearby bin. She gingerly takes it from me and three of them 'do the

right thing', disposing of the soiled wads of tissue.

I hold out their knickers to them when they return, but as Anna reaches

for hers, Alison asks, "Can we leave them off? The air feels nice on my

bare pussy and bum."

"If you want to." I reply, feeling more comfortable with Anna's presence

now that I know she's unlikely to tell her mother about anything.

"Good, the breeze makes my pussy tingle. What about you is your pussy

tingling?" she finishes, turning to Anna.

"Yeah sort off." Anna replies blushing. "Can we?" she asks me, "You can't

tell Mummy though."

I mime buttoning my lip, making her giggle. After putting their knickers

into my bag, I let the girls lead me over to the see-saw. All three of

them cram onto one end and I take the other. Even with all three of them

to counter balance me, I have to sit in, a good two feet from the end, to

level it.

From where I sit, I have a perfect view up under Rene's little dress and

I happily drink in the sight of her perfect, little, baby pussy as we rock

up and down. Nor does it take very long for her to notice the direction of

my gaze. With a wicked grin, she moves one hand back between her legs and

starts playing with her puffy slit, rubbing her fingers up and down the

full length of her little crack, pushing her fingertip into her vagina at

the bottom and making little circles over her clit at the top.

Then, just as she starts to become aroused, Alison gets a wicked thought

of her own and whispers something to the other two. A few seconds later,

as their end touches the ground, all three of them fall sideways off the

see-saw. Fortunately for my tail bone, I'd guessed that was what she had

had in mind and I get my feet under me in time to keep from crashing into

the ground.

A second later, I forget all about what sort of revenge I will extract, as

Anna starts crying, her hand pressed to the inside of her thigh. Quickly,

I move over to where they lie in a tumbled heap and kneel down.

Gently, but firmly I pull her hand away, to find a raw looking scrape

about two inches long and a nasty looking black splinter, about half an

inch long, under her skin about three inches down from her pussy. "Ouch!"

I say, "That's got to hurt."

"It does." she sobs, curling up to look at it.

"Well come on then," I say, scooping her up in my arms, "lets go over to

the blanket and get it out."

Kneeling on the blanket, I gently lie her down, lifting the hem of her

dress up onto her belly. To get at the splinter, I have to rest the side

of my hand on her smooth mound, the tip of my little finger actually

pressing into her tight slit over the entrance to her vagina.

Fortunately, about an eight of an inch of the thick, evil looking splinter

still protrudes from her skin. Not giving her any warning, I take hold of

the end and holding her leg down, I give it a quick jerk, extracting it

from her thigh. She jumps at the sudden pain, and her sobs, which have

almost stopped, resume with renewed force.

Lifting her into my lap, I cup her warm little bottom in my hand and rock

her back and forth, apologising and explaining why I had to do it that

way. Gulping, she gets her tears under control and smiles up at me wanly.

Taking my handkerchief, fortunately clean, from my pocket, I gently dry

her tears, then ask if I can take another look. Nodding, she lies back

down on the rug, pulls her dress up, and spreads her thighs. There is a

tiny bead of blood, at the point where the splinter had pierced the soft

white skin of her inner thigh.

"I'm sorry," I say, "but I'm going to have to hurt you again. I want to

squeeze some more blood out to wash out any dirt that's still in there.

Will you be a brave girl for me and let me do it?"

Pulling her lower lip between her teeth, she nods jerkily, lifting her leg

up for me. Again I rest the side of my hand on the soft, warm skin of her

little pussy, then warning her this time, and giving her my handkerchief

to bite on, I place my thumb and forefinger either side of where the

splinter had been and squeeze out a large drop of blood.

She grunts with the pain, and when I look to her face, I see two

shimmering tears pooled in the corners of her eyes. Taking a napkin from

the bag, I gently dab up the blood, and then folding it into a thick pad,

I hold it over the scrape on her leg and use my handkerchief to tie it in

place.

"How's that?" I ask, lifting her to stand in front of me. "Better?"

"Yes." she nods, then throwing her arms about my neck, she kisses me

softly and says, "Thankyou."

"You're welcome." I say, hugging her back. "Do you want to go home?"

"Uh-uh." she shakes her head. "It's better now. See?" She takes a few

steps, grimacing once as her thighs brush together.

"Well O.K. if you're sure." I say, pushing myself to my feet and taking

her hand, "Come on, let's watch these two burn their bums on the slide."

My little joke has the desired effect, cheering her up a little and making

her giggle softly. She then looks up at me and asks, "Can I have the

splinter so I can show Mummy?"

"Sure." I say. "If we can find it."

All three of us cast about the blanket and a minute later Rene gives a

triumphant cry, holding her hand up with the splinter between thumb and

forefinger. Taking it from her, I find an empty bagie in my bag, seal it

inside and drop it in with their knickers.

Hand in hand, we follow Alison and Rene to the big spiralling slide, and

watch them climb the ladder, their little white bums, flashing at us from

beneath their skirts. At the top, Alison makes a production of sitting on

the back of her skirt, and pushes of with a whoop of joy, quickly

descending to the bottom and running back around to the ladder. Rene too

carefully tucks her dress under her bottom as she sits down and descends

with a delighted shriek, that ends with a grunt, as she lands with a bump

in the coarse sand at the bottom.

After watching them a couple of times, Anna decides that she is well

enough to have a go for herself. Little white bum flashing under her

skirt, she climbs the ladder and shrieking happily, she descends to the

bottom. The next time around, she wants to make a train and she wants me

to join in.

The other two gleefully fall in with her idea and a moment later, I find

myself ascending the ladder with three cute white bottoms and flashing

hints of hairless pink cracks above me. As they are ascending in order of

age, I find Alison's bum almost in my face, and a sweet musky odour in my

nose that almost sends me wild with desire.

A second later, it is in my face, as she suddenly stops and thrusts it

back. I blow a zoober into the pale soft flesh of her flawless young

backside, making her squeal with laughter and push back against me.

Opening my mouth I gently bite into her tender white bottom and she gets

the hint, pulling away with a final shimmy and a giggle.

When we reach the little platform at the top, Anna asks incredulously of

Alison, "Did you just fluff in his face?"

"No silly," Alison giggles in reply, "He blew a fart on my bottom."

"Well she stuck it in my face." I say defensively, as Anna turns a wide

eyed stare on me.

Giggling, they arrange themselves at the top of the slide, holding onto

the sides whilst I slide my legs in beside them and wrap my arms about

their waists. With whoops of joy, they let go and quickly gathering speed,

we descend to the bottom. Just before we reach it, I let go of the girls,

letting them shoot off the bottom in a happily shrieking tangle of arms

and legs, stopping myself so that I don't land on top and crush them.

On the next ascent of the ladder, Rene takes the rear and about half way

up, she presents her tiny bottom for a zoober. Smiling, I set her flesh

aquiver, delighting in the sweet sound of her laughter so much, that I

have to press my lips to the other side and do it again.

At the top, Alison gives me a mock dirty look for the double blast I'd

given her sister as they take up their positions and wait for me to slip

in behind them. As we descend, Alison's hair flies back, tickling my face

and my laughter joins theirs. Once again, I dump them, shrieking with

shrill girlish laughter, into the sand. As they land in a jumbled heap,

they give me tantalising glimpses of their sweet young pussies as they

untangle themselves.

On the third ascent, the other two, push a furiously blushing Anna to the

rear, but as she makes no actual objection, I don't interfere. As we

ascend, I drink in the enchanting view of her little white buns, and the

tight slit that briefly, appears and vanishes at the top of her thighs.

Indeed, I'm engrossed at the sight, that when she stops, I continue,

bumping into her, my nose slipping between her small white buttocks.

She squeals at the unexpected contact, almost falling back against me,

then steadies herself, waiting for me to blow into the milky white flesh.

Happy, nay, eager to comply, I blow half a dozen or so quick zoobers, on

her little bottom, making her squeal joyfully, and pull away, then push

back for more.

When I stop, I imagine I can detect a slight whiff of little girl musk as

she falteringly, finishes her ascent. At the top, as we slip into place, I

overhear her confide in a whisper to Alison, "That made my pussy place

tingle."

Alison giggles in reply, saying nothing, as she waits for me to slip in

behind them. At the bottom of our whooping descent, I brake myself only

briefly, before throwing myself over the giggling trio, catching myself on

my hands as they shriek in mock terror.

Having exhausted the possibilities of the slide, they tow me over towards

the intricate jungle gym and start swarming all over it, Alison then Rene

flashing their backsides at me whenever the opportunity presents itself. A

minute or so later, Anna blushingly joins in, deliberately facing me and

climbing the ladder to the monkey bars two steps at a time.

As their play continues, they become bolder in their activities, vying

with each other, to see who can put on the naughtiest show, consciously

facing me as they climb and turning their backs to me whenever they bend

over. As my cock stiffens in my pants, Rene ups the ante, grasping a low

bar and somersaulting through her arms, briefly hanging with her dress in

the small of her back and her bottom on display, before dropping to the

sand and standing up.

Anna's blushing display, starts with her climbing the ladder of the monkey

bars two at a time, then pulling herself onto the top and crawling along

to the center. Then turning sideways, she grabs the rail beside her knees

and drops, swinging back and forth a few times. With her dress pulled high

by her arms stretched above her head, the hem barely covers her pussy and

as it flaps in the breeze of her motion, I'm treated to tantalisingly

brief glimpses of her little slit. A few seconds later, she drops to the

sand, her knees bending to take the impact and then falls back onto her

hands, her amazingly mature mound with it's tight young slit on deliberate

display for several seconds before she brings her widespread thighs

together and pushes herself to her feet. Blushing furiously she turns to

watch what Alison will do.

Alison's lewd display begins with her climbing onto the top of the monkey

bars and straddling them, her tight denim skirt bunched up around her

waist as she humps her way along to the middle. Then checking to be sure

we are watching, she hooks her legs over one bar, and lowers herself

between it and the next, briefly hanging by her hands and knees. Then

letting go with her hands she hangs upside down, her smooth, hairless

mound, bulging prominently at the junction of her thighs as she swings

back and forth. Then pulling herself back up, she somersaults through her

arms, and spreads her legs wide for couple of seconds before letting go

and dropping to the sand.

Rising with a smirk for me, she takes Anna aside, their heads together as

they talk, punctuating their whispers with, wicked little giggles on

Alison's part and embarrassed ones on Anna's. I worry for a bit that

Alison might spill the beans, but though Anna does throw a few looks my

way, they are those of a little girl making sure they are not being

overheard and I decide that Alison will be discreet. Well sort of discreet

anyway.

Taking a pouting Rene by the hand, I lead her over to where a flying fox,

runs between two platforms and lift her onto the higher of the two.

Climbing onto the lower one, I throw the handle up to where she can catch

it. As she reaches up to grasp the handhold, her dress rides up, revealing

a tiny hint of her puffy little slit. With a wild yell, she throws herself

from the platform. As her full weight falls onto her arms, her dress rides

even higher the hem level with the top of her slit. She slides down the

gently inclined rail, with increasing speed until she reaches the bottom,

then as the handle comes to an abrupt halt, she continues forwards,

falling into my arms with a happy shriek.

Giving her bottom a quick squeeze under her dress, I lift her back to the

handle and give her a push up to the other platform where Alison catches

her. Then taking hold of the handle herself, Alison throws herself at me

as hard as she can, lifting her legs high and wide as she rushes towards

me.

Not wanting to wear one of those flying feet, I quickly move between them

and she hits me high in the chest, the impact knocking me over backwards.

Looking down at me from her seat astride my chest, she giggle and rises to

he knees and then stands, the white flesh of her sweet, young pussy

starkly visible in the shadows beneath her skirt.

As I prepare to push her back up to the other platform, I take a handful

of her bottom, sliding my thumb under the short hem of her skirt and

briefly rubbing it along the damp crease between her legs, making her

squeal and push back against me. I caress her little pussy for a few

seconds, coating my thumb with her juices, then send her on her way up to

the younger girls.

While Anna's attention is diverted by catching Alison, I quickly lick the

sweet nectar of Alison's pussy juices from my thumb and take up station,

sitting right on the edge of the platform, squarely beneath the rail.

As she shoves off, Anna too, lifts her legs and parts them, giving me a

perfect view of her little pussy as she rushes towards me, but this time I

am better prepared for the impact, catching her in my arms and lowering

her to my lap, where the solid lump of my erect prick presses against her

pussy, through the thick material of my jeans. It takes her a few seconds

to realise what is pressing against her and when she does, she blushes

prettily and quickly pulls herself to her feet.

Not wanting to scare her, I send her back with a simple push on the bottom

and wait for her to hand over the handle to Rene. As soon as Rene in on

her way, Anna goes into a huddle with Alison, their glances in my

direction, making it obvious that she is telling the bigger girl about

feeling my cock. A second later Rene thumps into my chest and slides down

into my lap, my hands cupping the warm globes of her bare little bottom

beneath her skirt. I give them a quick squeeze, pulling her against me and

gently rocking her up and down a few times, making her giggle. I then lift

her up and shove her back towards the other girls.

This time around, I manage to withstand the considerable impact of Alison

thumping into me and remain upright as she slides down into my lap, where

she briefly rubs herself against me, then with s wicked smile, she places

her hand in my lap and gives my cock a quick squeeze as she pushes herself

upright. When she turns to grasp the handle of the flying fox and I lift

my hand to fondle her wet little pussy, she thrusts her bum back at me,

impaling herself on my thumb with a soft squeak. After giving her tight

little cunt a couple of quick pokes with my thumb, I suck the my thumb

clean behind her back, savouring the sweet ambrosial taste of her sexual

fluids, then send her on her way.

As Anna comes flying towards me, I see Alison say something to Rene and

decide that this will be the last time, as the look Rene gives me, makes

me shudder to think what she might do to top her sister.

A moment later, Anna makes it definite. As she approaches with a wild

whoop, she lifts her legs too high and they go either side of my head.

Catching her with my hands about her waist, I allow myself to fall

backwards, adsorbing the momentum of her impact with my arms. I finish

with her sitting on my face, her little pussy against my lips. As I lift

her from me, I can't resist blowing a zoober into her skin at the point

where her prominent mound begins to curve outwards from her belly, just

above her slit.

With a wild, giggling squeal, she rolls to one side and I worry that I've

scared her, but when I sit up, I find her sitting with her back to the

other girls as she inspects her pussy. She blushes when, she notices me

watching, but instead of covering up, she points at her fat clit, rubbing

it gently with her fingertip as she whispers, "That made me feel all

tingly right here."

"Did you like it?" I ask.

"Uh-huh," she nods, continuing to rub her clit, "and rubbing it like this

makes it feel even better."

"Well, you'd better stop it now." I say, "You can try it some more later."

Waving at the other two to join us, I jump down from the platform and

swing Anna in a big circle as I lift her down. Big mistake, Rene comes

flying up to me begging me to swing her around too. Laughing, I take her

and Anna by the hand and lead them out onto a soft grassy spot. Then

waving Anna back, I slip my hands under Rene's arms from behind and clasp

them across her chest.

Lifting her feet off the ground I start spinning faster and faster, until

her feet are aimed at the horizon and she squeals with delight. When I

slow down and release her, she takes two staggering steps then falls in a

heap. She tries to stand up several times, giggling wildly as she falls

back to the turf over and over again. Finally she gives up and rolls onto

her back, her eyes rolling in her head as she stares up at the spinning

clouds, unconcerned that her dress is bunched up above her waist.

Giving me little time to recover, Anna claims her turn, pulling my hands

under her arms and putting them together in front of her chest. Smiling at

her enthusiasm, I entwine my fingers and start spinning. When I release

her thirty seconds later, she doesn't even manage a single step before

collapsing on top of Rene with a giggle.

Waving Alison away, I lean forwards, my hands on my knees as I recover my

breath and sense of balance. When I do straighten up, she immediately

places her wrists in my hands, and asks me to spin her that way. Groaning,

I start turning slowly, with her taking a few running steps before she

lifts her legs from the ground. As I pick up speed, I lean back, spinning

faster and faster until I'm almost stumbling over my own feet.

A few seconds later I start slowing down until her toes brush the grass.

Pulling her knees up a little she twists, trying to get her feet under her

as she comes in for a landing. A moment later, she deliberately digs her

heels into the turf, tumbling to the ground, shrieking as she pulls me

down on top of her.

Laughing, I start attacking her ribs, tickling her unmercifully in

revenge. As she squirms, her shirt pulls from her skirt, exposing a

widening expanse of lightly tanned skin. Then as soon as her cute little

belly button comes into view, I press my lips to it and blow hard.

Shrieking loudly, she brings her knees up, trying to protect her belly

from my assault, but I'm too quick for her. Slipping my hands beneath her,

I hold her pressed to my lips as I blow zoober after zoober into her belly

button, not stopping until her struggles weaken and she begins to gasp for

breath.

Sitting back, I look down on her, as she lies gaping like a goldfish

trying to draw air into her tortured lungs I notice that her shirt has

ridden up under her arms and her skirt has rucked up around her waist. I

let her recover for a little while, then pinning her flat, I blow three

last zoobers, one each on her puffy titty mounds and a final sustained

blast at the top of her mound, right over her clit. This last making her

arch her back and force her sweet little puss, hard against my lips.

When I look up, I meet Rene's wide eyed stare, while beside her Anna just

smiles, her hand gently rubbing her mound through the fabric of her dress

as she remembers the sensation a similar treatment had induced in her own

pussy. Below me, Alison gives me a curious little smirk as she rearranges

her clothes.

"Well I don't know about you lot," I say, slowly pushing myself to my

feet, "but I'm pooped."

Leaving them to do as they wish, I only slightly exaggerate my stagger as

I make my way over to the blanket and sit down. Pulling a half empty

bottle of Fanta from the ice in the esky, I take a long pull. As I lower

the bottle, Rene snatches it from my grasp and takes a drink, before

passing it on to Anna, who in turn passes it on to Alison, who drains the

last couple of mouthfuls and tosses the bottle onto the blanket.

Then turning to me, she asks, "Can Anna come home with us and play in the

spa?" Her request, echoed in the pleading eyes of the other two girls.

"I don't know." I reply slowly, "I think her mother wants her to go and

visit her dad in hospital."

No she doesn't," Anna says, "I have to stay outside with the nurses."

"Come on let's ask her then." Alison says, grabbing my hand and trying to

tug me to my feet. A moment later Rene and Anna take hold of my other hand

and I allow them to pull me to my feet.

But when they try to lead me towards the bike track, I hold back, saying,

"Let's get packed up here first and then I'll drive us around."

They're so eager to get going, that in less than a minute they have the

rubbish stuffed in the bin, and everything else packed away. As Alison and

Anna start hauling the esky across the grass I ask, "Hey, haven't you

forgotten something?"

As they turn back to me, I extract their knickers from my bag and hold

them up. Giggling they leave the esky and take their undies from my hand.

Then after they have slipped them on, I suggest that they leave the esky

to me and concentrate on the rest. A minute later, after giving Anna her

splinter, I slam the boot and bundle them into the back seat.

Almost before the car has stopped, they tumble out of the car and are

flying up the drive towards the caravan, only at the last minute, do they

remember the baby and come to a sudden halt as they wait for me to catch

up.

 
Clayton
(continued in ch. 19)