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   Date of first publication Sunday, December 25, 2005





   A Christmas Wish Fulfilled

   Part 2 of 3

   Another Story By

   Jack Spratt

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   After dropping off Tiffany I drove straight home.  The thought of the
girls knowing their mom had given me a blowjob has me feeling uneasy.  How
the hell can I face them if they accept my offer for brunch?  At home, I
shower.  Now, in the kitchen with a fresh pot of coffee, that thought still
bothers me.  Maybe Tiffany won't even ask.  I could be all worked up about
something that may never happen.

   The news hasn't improved.  The country seems to be going to hell in a
hand basket.  It will be interesting to see how all of the scandals play
out.  One thing the fresh snow does accomplish is giving the city a very
Christmas like setting.  The trees are covered.  With the sun shining it's
like a rebirth.  Everything is wonderful!  Then the telephone rings, and
the call display displays 'T.  Milne'.

   "Hello."

   "Don, it's Tiffany, I asked the girls about brunch and they're all for
it, two would be great."

   "Fine I'll get the reservation as soon as we hang up."

   "There's something else."

   After what has happened already today, that comment makes my spine
tingle and it is not a good tingle.  Now what?

   "And that is?"

   "When I got home the girls were excited about me having a date and kept
asking me all kinds of questions, mostly about where we went and what we
had for dinner.  They followed me into the bathroom and continued the
barrage of questions as I prepared for my shower.  Unthinkingly I undressed
in front of them, something we do all the time, as we only have one
bathroom that we all have to share.  Do you realize how much cum you dumped
in me?  Globs of it; it was all over the crotch of my panties.  Jayden
spotted it first and drew her sister's attention to it.  It was still
seeping out of me and very obvious against my skin."

   Hell, it would stand out like a neon sign against her dark skin.  That
tingly feeling I had earlier was forewarning me of something ominous.  And
now I've to face the three at brunch!  What else could possible go wrong.

   "And?"

   "They wanted to know all the details and if I had a good time.  Was I
going to see you again?  Ryelin asked about the possibility of seeing you
and was overjoyed I agreed and the fact you offered to let her use your
computer.  The other girls want to know if they can come over as well."

   This all started innocently enough, it was to get permission to see
Ryelin in the hope that something would develop between us.  If all three
of them come over that's out of the question.  But not all is lost.  Now I
know that Tiffany enjoys sex, and it sounds like she's interested in a
possible rematch.

   "They're all welcome."

   What else could I say?

   "Ryelin made it clear that when she comes over it would be alone.  She
doesn't want to share you.  I can't blame her."

   Things are starting to look a little brighter, at last some good news.
Am I reading some sort of permission into that statement or is it my
imagination?  Having Ryelin and her mother as lovers is more than anyone
could ask for.  Is it too good to be true?  Could it be my Christmas gift?

   "What do you mean by that?"

   "I think you know what I mean!  You had one hellva effect on her in just
the one meeting.  Remember that's why we met and that was just yesterday. I
feel like I have known you for years."

   Realizing what she's saying is true; I get the feeling she feels her
daughter is sexually curious and may pursue her curiosity with me.  That
thought alleviates some of the anxiety of facing the girls at brunch.

   "I had the same feeling.  Sorry to cut this short but I have to make the
reservation."

   "See you at two."

   After getting the reservation, I contemplate all of what happened in the
last twenty-four hours.  Tiffany is one of a kind; she's smart,
understanding and sexy, great in bed and completely uninhibited.  Her
daughters, if they are chips of the old block, will be a joy to know and
hopefully I'll get to know them to the fullest extent.  Their outlook and
maturity level may be revealed at brunch today; assuming I can get over the
embarrassment of them knowing what happened.  Not only the blowjob but that
I had full sex with their mom.  It's a very nervous Don that pulls up to
the entrance of their building at one-fifty-five.  I really don't know what
to expect.  In the foyer, I ring their unit.

   "Yes."

   "Your carriage is here."

   There is a giggle and then a shout, a new voice, definitely not Ryelin.

   "Mom, Mr.  Parson is here."

   I hear in the back ground.

   "Tell him we are on our way down."

   Waiting for the door to open, my stomach is full of butterflies.  Why am
I putting myself through this aggravation?  The answer is simple; the
possibility of more sex with Tiffany, and of course, with her daughters
too. The door opens, first is Ryelin then her sisters, then Tiffany. 
Quickly assisting Tiffany to the front seat, I open the back for the girls
offering my hand, first is Ryelin who looks me in the eye, grasps my hand
and squeezes as she climbs in showing her beautiful legs.  She is followed
by her sister, who has the family trait of beauty plus a look of defiance,
her eyes full of fire.  She also gives my hand a squeeze.  Finally the last
sister; like the one before she smiles and squeezes my hand.  She gives me
a little extra to view as her dress is so short; I get to see a panty
covered heaven as well as her long legs.

   "Don, this is Jayden and beside her is Misty, Ryelin you know.  Girls
this is Don Parson."

   "Hello girls, pleased to meet you and please call me Don."

   The angle of the rearview mirror gets all their young faces.  The most
intriguing is Jayden the youngest.  Sitting demurely with her hands crossed
in her lap, she notices me looking and moves her long sensuous fingers back
and forth to keep my attention.  She's made up to look a lot older. 
Unfortunately their coats keep me guessing about their breasts.  I know
Ryelin is well endowed for her age, but I'm curious about her sisters.

   Tiffany opens her coat, she like the girls, is wearing a dress, hers
showing ample cleavage.  Knowing the beauties that lay beneath have my
hydraulics in my lower extremity starting to work.  Being aware of what the
girls know of our exploits last night, the last thing I need is a hardon to
embarrass myself further.  Attempting to will it down doesn't work. 
Looking in the mirror has all three looking right back at me, all with smug
and knowing grins.  Ryelin looks positively enticing.

   The brunch actually is enjoyable, the daughters seem to accept their
mother's transgressions with an air of forgiveness; it's like they are
happy for her.  Our entrance to the restaurant gets the attention of every
male, not that I blame them!  As the girls divest themselves of their coats
their bodies are the focal point plus the fact they're escorted by an old
letch like me.

   During brunch Ryelin makes a point to the others that she has mom's
permission to attend my home to do research for school and makes no bones
about telling the other that it will be her and her alone that visits.  Her
teacher is handing out assignments tomorrow and our first visit will be
Wednesday.

   The one that really gets my interest is Jayden; she makes no bones about
studying me.  Her large brown bedroom eyes seem to devour me.  She, like
her sisters, is developing well.  The swells on their chests are very
noticeable.  She acknowledges me looking at her with a smile and a thrust
of her chest.  Again I get that feeling.  My imagination is working
overtime.

   Outside the snowy weather has returned large moist flakes are falling.
Assisting each girl into the back seat, there're even more pronounced
squeezes from each one.  Jayden goes one further and rubs her body against
me, targeting my growing member.  She's the boldest.

   ******************* *********************** *********************

   Monday is the usual zoo; it never lets up.  Finally the day comes to an
end; and at home and relaxed, I enjoy an after dinner Black Russian.  With
soft music in the background my mind wanders, settling in on the Sunday
brunch.  For some reason, Jayden is the focal point.  Her young body, ripe
for exploration has me hard and hurting.  Just as my imagination gets to an
interesting scenario; the telephone rings.  It is from T.  Milne.

   "Hello".

   "Don, it's Tiffany; I just wanted to say thank you for the lovely brunch
yesterday.  You made a hit with the girls, especially Jayden.  Ryelin was
bad enough but Jayden was being obnoxious.  She has been at me steady
asking all kinds of very personal questions."

   "Such as?"

   "Embarrassing anatomy type questions about you."

   One part of my anatomy is growing as this conversation moves forward. 
Just the thought of Jayden has me hard not to mention the pleasant memories
of my night with Tiffany.  If only she was here right now but which Milne,
Tiffany or Jayden?

   "Is she just being a curious teen?"

   "No, she's being a brat.  They know we were intimate as you're aware;
her pointed questions even have me blushing.  I know you can't do anything
about it but it is nice to have some one to call."

   "I don't mind, if there `s anything I can do to help just let me know."

   "You're a good listener, something I haven't had in a long time.  Good
night Don."

   Hanging up, the conversation really has left me in a very frustrated
condition.  Being without a current lady friend with the exception of
Tiffany there's no one to call; besides it's too late.  It's off to bed,
but it takes me awhile before drifting to a very uneasy sleep.

   Tuesday proves to be as bad as Monday.  That's two days of pressure in a
row, however tomorrow doesn't look as bad.  The best part of the day is a
call from Ryelin confirming my pickup time for her.  We settle on six
thirty, it gives me time for a light meal and a shower.  Tonight my
thoughts are on the possibilities, with Ryelin all speculation but at least
a restful sleep over takes me.

   The city has done a good job of cleaning the streets.  Many homeowners
have their homes decorated in the Christmas spirit.  Colorful lights are
blinking everywhere.  Pulling up in front of the building the door opens
and Ryelin comes running towards the Suburban, stopping only as she opens
the door and climbs in, displaying a beautiful leg.

   "Good evening Ryelin, all ready for research?"

   "Not really but I have to do it, the essay counts towards my semester
mark.  The subject is terrible."

   The topic isn't as exciting for a girl as it may be for boys; it is the
development of the long-bow in history.  Google will likely be the place to
start.  Our conversation on the way over to the house is about school and
the family.  She seems impressed as we turn into the driveway and the
garage door opens.  Once inside she's as interested in the house as her mom
was.  She's wearing her school uniform and the effect it has on me is
embarrassing.  Her pleated skirt is short and showing the lower area of two
very smooth delectable thighs.  Does she have a bush similar to her mom? 
Shit Don, clean up your mind!  She hasn't even indicated she's interested
in anything but the computer.

   "Can I offer you a hot chocolate?"

   She looks at me with a mind-melting smile; her lips are full and
luscious.  It takes willpower not to react to my wants, not desires but
wants.  Her lips are moving but my reception is blank then it registers.

   "Yes, please, if it's not too much trouble."

   She follows me to the kitchen her eyes surveying everything.  Filling
the kettle, and then turning I can admire her from the rear; something in
the yard has caught her attention, her body has caught mine. 
Absentmindedly she removes her jacket and stretches, pulling her blouse
against her very noticeable breasts.  Again my mind thinks of her mom and
her large nipples.  Did she pass those on to her daughters?  The kettle is
boiling and after making the drinks I sit at the table still staring at
her.

   "Would you like some milk?"

   She turns; even in a relaxed posture her breasts are prominent.  Hell,
that smile will be the death of me.

   "Please."

   Walking to the table she sits across from me; it's difficult not to
stare.

   "You have a beautiful home.  I love that yard, it must be nice in the
summer."

   "I enjoy the space.  Yes, it's big for one person but it's very
comfortable.  Perhaps after you've done your research you would like a
tour?"

   Her eyes brighten her interest tweaked.

   "Thank you, I certainly would."

   "What time are you to be home?"

   "Mom said no later than ten, tomorrow is school."

   "Not a problem, grab your drink and we will get you started."

   At the computer in my office, a short demonstration has her quickly
immersed with the search engine.  Leaving her on her own is difficult but
being close to her would be worse.  Watching the news while nursing my
coffee, every few minutes I could hear the printer engage.  She is finding
her research material.  It is nearly eight when a sound behind me brings me
back to the present.

   "That is enough for tonight, I have printed out the material and can
read it and compose the draft at home."

   "My offer still stands, if you need to create a document and then print
out your final work just call."

   "I will.  Thank you for the use of your computer.  You have a lot of
equipment."

   "It is part of my job, I often do work at home when an assignment is
challenging and there's a need for quiet.  The solutions seem to come to me
quicker here in these quiet surroundings."

   Ryelin stands in front of me, giving me another opportunity to enjoy the
view.  There's a noticeable flare of maturity at her hips.  Even at this
distance her scent finds me and my lower head.

   "I don't have the same advantage at home with two sisters, privacy is at
a premium."

   "I bet."

   The flashback of the three of them at the Sunday brunch hits my
imagination like a hammer and bong, a hardon.  Standing at this point is
out of the question.

   "Oh, that reminds me, thank you so much for the brunch.  My sisters and
I really enjoyed it.  That is from all of us."

   "It was my pleasure.  Perhaps you and I can do it again."

   That gets me another disarming smile.  What I wouldn't do to be allowed
to hug her right now.  She has to know what she is doing to me.  Ryelin is
aware of the havoc she causes in us poor males.  When she realizes that it
is her power, pity the poor guy who gets caught in her web.

   "You mean just the two of us?"

   "Yes, if you would like and your mom approves."

   "When?"

   Oh, oh!  Did I over step myself?  Tiffany may not be too agreeable to a
letch like me taking her preteen daughter to dinner without a chaperone.

   "Let's find out if your mom is agreeable before we decide that."

   "Can I use you telephone?"

   "Certainly, it's just to your right."

   Watching she dials waits then comments.

   "Jayden, is mom there?"

   "Mom, Don wants to know if you would mind if he took me to dinner."

   "I don't know.  He wanted to know if you would approve before deciding
on when."

   "Okay!  Don, mom wants to speak to you."

   Grasping the telephone and placing it to my ear, I listen.

   "Don?"

   "Yes, how're you Tiffany?"

   "Jealous."

   "Jealous?"

   "Yes, you're asking my daughter to dinner.  Just kidding, you realize
that she's infatuated with you."

   "How do you mean?"

   "She and her sisters are aware of what happened between us; she may have
a sexual desire for you.  As you likely noticed she's very mature for her
age."

   This's something I certainly dreamed about, but not coming from her
mother.  Looking at Ryelin she has a pensive look on her face.

   "So what are you saying?"

   "You may find yourself in a position that you may not be comfortable
with.  You have my permission to take Ryelin for dinner but she may want a
lot more."

   A shiver runs through my body, there is a soft sound of suppressed
laughter on the other end.  She is enjoying shocking me.  Is Tiffany
approving her daughter's actions?

   "And you are suggesting?"

   "That's between Ryelin and you.  I can't blame her for being attracted
to you."

   "Thank you for your input."

   Her laughter is still in my ear as I hang up, Ryelin looks at me
questioningly.

   "Mom said it was okay didn't she?"

   "Yes she did."

   "So when do you want to take me out?"

   "This is Christmas week, Saturday is Christmas Eve.  You'll want to stay
home with your family."

   "No I wouldn't, we can be together Christmas day."

   "I will try and get a reservation for dinner Saturday for five, is that
OK with you?"

   Her smile is her answer.  She moves towards me so fast she catches me
off guard.  She's on my lap hugging me.  My spear is pushing into her soft
bottom and there is no way of attempting to hide it.  She looks at me
realizing my reaction to her, in a split second her lips are covering mine,
and my reaction is automatic.  We kiss; it is long passionate kiss, all my
suppressed feelings for the evening flow into that kiss.  When we part; we
are both gasping for breath.  My hands are on her back, so soft, slowly
gliding down her body, feeling her bra strap and controlling my desire to
undo the hooks.  She senses what is happening; she quickly gets off and
stares at the rising of my Phoenix, a small knowing smile spreads across
her face.

   "You promised to show me the house."

   "Yes, I did.  So far you have seen the kitchen, the living room and the
study."

   "But not the bedrooms."

   "Follow me."

   There's no way to camouflage my bulge.  With her watching my every move,
I cannot just reach down and re-arrange my shaft so my tent leads the way.
She follows me.  After showing her the bathroom we walk towards the master
bedroom, I did have the forethought to remake the bed this morning.  She
looks in and then pushes past me, seeming to study the room.

   "Is this where mom got her fresh cream?"

   For some reason my hardon is no longer a problem.  My limp noodle has
replaced the protrusion.  She likes shocking me, just like her mother.

   "What fresh cream?"

   "Mom told us all her date with you.  Don't be ashamed, it was the best
thing that could have happened to her.  She needed a man and she said you
were a gentleman."

   Silence is golden.  She is beside me her hip brushes against my noodle
giving it a life support.  Slowly it grows to its former glory.  She looks
up at me with her lips crying to be kissed and then her attention is at my
crotch.

   "Maybe we should return to the living room."

   "Coward."

   I'm sitting on the sofa as she enters the room.  My tool tucked away so
it's not so obvious.  She comes to me, stands in front of me, her crotch
area at eye level, how I want to lean forward and bury my face in her skirt
and take a deep breath of her essences.  She again sits on my lap, moving
her bottom to make sure she is centered on my tool and our lips are again
as one.

   All kinds of scenarios flash through my mind.  My hands are on her skirt
cupping her soft buttocks.  The split of her cheeks is very evident. 
Breaking our kiss, she leans into me burying her face in my neck.  Looking
down, her skirt has ridden up her thighs, exposing the top of her stay-up
nylons, an expanse of beautiful black skin and the bottoms of her light
blue lace thong covering a bulging heaven.  The crotch shows definite
dampness and three curly black hairs.  My cock must have grown another
inch, which is felt by Ryelin.  She looks up at me receiving another kiss.

   "I think it's time for you to go home."

   "I don't want to!"

   Kissing her again, giving her a squeeze, I take one last look at the
covered heaven and gently move her off my knee.  She stands, straightens up
her clothing, slips on her jacket and looks at me, her eyes on my hardon.

   "You've a big creamer just like mom said."

   With a stupid look on my face, I try to save some of my dignity, and
grabbing my coat, we head to the garage.  Following her to the passenger
side, I assist her into the front seat.  Ryelin is quiet for most of the
trip home.

   "I wonder if you can do something for me."

   She looks at me her face radiant.

   "What?"

   "Get the clothing sizes for your sisters and your mom."

   She looks at me.

   "Why?"

   "I want to do something for your family for Christmas.  Perhaps you can
help me Saturday morning."

   "What do you have in mind?"

   "Didn't you say they were very interested in your lingerie?"

   "You'd buy them lingerie?"

   "Yes, with your help and with Alexis at the Gap and the clerk at
Victoria's Secret."

   "You don't have to do anything like that."

   "But I want to and I can."

   She looks at me in wonder.  What she doesn't know is that I will be
receiving a very sizable annual bonus on Friday; the company shares its
bounty with the staff on a percentage basis of the work each member
contributes.  Over the last few years it has been very generous and my
share just ends up in the bank.  I usually target it for something major at
the house or cottage.  The thought of spending the Christmas break at the
cottage with Ryelin brings a smile; it would be my 'Christmas Wish
Fulfilled'.

   "Okay, I will.  May I call you tomorrow; I need to finish my project to
hand it in Friday.  All the class begged the teacher to have it due when we
return after Christmas break but she wouldn't relent, she knows that it
would be a poor effort likely done on the evening before returning to
school."

   "Just call, I'll be home."

   Watching her open the main door to her building and then disappear, I
return home.  After what transpired this evening I'm wired for sound.  The
'what ifs' of tonight are endless.  The biggest 'what if' is Saturday
evening.  The conversation with Tiffany could be interpreted numerous ways.
The best one of course is to let everything take its course and that would
be one young preteen in bed.  Before Saturday the possibilities are going
to take some serious thought.

   Thursday Ryelin did call and come over but not alone, her sisters were
with her.  My private expectations about Jayden are all true; she is very
outspoken and very forthright.

   All three wore their school uniforms but for some reason Alyssa's seems
a hellva lot shorter than her sisters, she didn't hesitate to flash her
panty covered heaven numerous times.  Although her panties were just plain,
she had them pulled tightly into her pussy and ass crack giving me a view
that showed endless promise.  And she is bold.  Going upstairs to the
washroom she follows me and is waiting at the door.

   "Is there something I can do for you?"

   That's the wrong question to ask someone as bold and brazen as Jayden.

   "Yes, can I see your bedroom?"

   Not thinking of the possible repercussions I wave to the room.  She
looks in and unlike Ryelin she walks over to the bed, looks at me then lies
on her back, legs spread, everything for my view only covered with her
white panties.  Her body is beyond most ten-year-olds in development.  Her
thighs are very well developed, rising to very distinctive hips.  Can a ten
year old scare the hell out of a mature man?  Yes!  She can.  To make
matters worse she draws up her knees and keeps moving them back and forth,
keeping my attention on her heavenly pubes.  The prickles are running up
and down my spine, it's time to get the hell out of Dodge, but my legs
won't move.  Knowing she has my attention, a mischievous smile spreads over
her face.  As much as I want to explore the possibilities, good sense or
just plan fear keeps me frozen in the doorway.

   "Is this where you gave mom fresh cream?"

   Silence is golden.  Just what's she up too?

   "Mom says she likes the taste of your cream, can I see your cream
maker?"

   With that I'm gone, back to the study with Ryelin and Misty.  The girls
look up and notice the look on my face.

   "Don't let Jayden get to you.  Mom told her to be a lady.  What did she
do?"

   "Nothing!  Is there anything I can help you with?"

   They shake their heads and turn back to the screen.  From the rear,
Misty is very similar to Ryelin in features.  Long sculpted legs encased in
sheer white nylons, has me wondering if they are stay-ups.  A noise behind
me draws my attention as Jayden enters the room, rubbing by me.  The
contact is like electricity, the charge ends up in the head of my cock. 
It's embarrassingly obvious to anyone looking, which she definitely is.

   "Mom told you to be good."

   "I'm good, you just don't know how good!"

   She's looking right at me, and then licks her lips and her eyes move
downward to my embarrassment.  Hell is she just doesn't quit.  What would
it be like to be alone with her?  What a prospect.

   Finally the girls finish the project, after printing it off; they get
their outerwear and are ready for the trip home.  Ryelin looks at me and
showing a paper to catch my attention.  She then palms it to me.  The ride
home is uneventful.  Asking Ryelin about tomorrow evening is out of the
question as the sisters would ask questions.  I can only hope she calls me.

   Watching the three beauties enter the building has me thinking.  Would
they each be as good as their mom in bed?  There's no doubt in my mind;
Jayden would be willing to trying anything period.  What would have
happened if we had been alone tonight?  Did the fact that her sisters were
in the study tonight keep me from finding out just how far she would go? 
From what she freely displayed; her body is more then capable of being
physically loved.

   Back home after a cold shower and Black Russian in hand, I examine the
paper Ryelin slipped to me.  It's a complete list of all the sizes of her
sisters and Tiffany.  The girl's bra sizes are all the same, B cups, even
Jayden.  Tiffany is a D cup, smaller than my imagined double D's.  With
this information, Alexis should be able to create a wardrobe for all three.
My imagination has both Misty and Jayden modeling Victoria Secrets
lingerie. What a beautiful thought.  The telephone brings me back to the
present.  It's Ryelin.  She still wants to meet, we make a date for seven
tomorrow evening.  Her excuse is going Christmas shopping.

   Friday at work is a joke; there're only five of us in the office.  From
the amount of telephone inquires most of our clients are faced with the
same absenteeism, Christmas flu has taken its toll.  The office manager
surrenders, saying it is pointless for only us few to be here and he closes
the offices at twelve.  The good part is that I'm not due back till January
third.  The mall is as expected, a mass of human flesh.  Maybe waiting to
the last minute isn't such a good idea.  Moving with the crowd, I manage to
make my way to the Gap.  Alexis is serving a client.  Standing to one side
till she notices me, she gives me a sign she'll be with me momentarily.

   "You are the last one I expected to see here today, two days before
Christmas.  May I do something for you?"

   Handing her Ryelin's note, she scans it and looks at me questionably.

   "I know it's short notice but can you prepare similar packages for her
sisters and her mother as you did for Ryelin?"

   She looks at the note again a little longer this time.

   "You're serious about this aren't you?  Do you have any idea of how much
this will cost?"

   The question I had anticipated is not the cost but more to the fact that
it's so close to Christmas and she may not have time.

   "Cost is no object; can you do it and have your friend at Victoria's
Secret help as well?  Also I hope you kept Ryelin's measurements, I would
like a couple more outfits for her as well, as she has to have something to
open when the others get their gifts, perhaps some interesting evening
apparel."

   "I've everything recorded including the change in her bra size; I'm sure
between the two of us we can come up with something appropriate."

   "And please add something for yourself and your friend.  I mean it,
don't worry about the cost.  Just think of me as Santa Claus."

   "We can do it with no problem even if it means working late tonight. 
The commissions on this sale will worth any extra time it takes and I'm
sure my friend next door will do everything in her power to accomplish it
as well."

   "I'll owe you big time."

   "And I'll collect!  But after the Christmas rush is over tomorrow night,
I will likely sleep in till New Years."

   "I'll leave it in your capable hands.  I'll call you Saturday morning to
see if all is well."

   "Yes, Saturday morning will be just fine.  I'll talk with Marlee on our
break at three.  I know she'll help.  Would you like them gift wrapped?"

   "Yes, please!  You're a life saver!"

   "Sorry, but I've to go."

   With that she is gone and talking to another young lady.  I watch for a
moment as she guides her client to the lingerie area.  I could spend a lot
of time in here just watching these young girls shopping.

   Fighting my way to the exit, I quickly depart the craziness.  In the
Suburban a concern about Christmas dinner at the Milne's bothers me. 
Recalling Tiffany's remarks about the shortage of funds could mean that her
budget could be restricted on buying the festive items for Christmas.  For
me Christmas is just another day, but for a family a little treat here and
there could bring joy to them.  A trip to Bigg's will solve that and make
me feel better.  Don Parson, Santa Claus!

   The Friday before Christmas is really not the time to be at any store,
it's as crowded as the mall.  Finally at the meat counter, a helpful clerk
finds a sizable fresh turkey, which he will keep in the cooler till
tomorrow.  Armed with a chit for payment of said bird and a buggy, I roam
the store filling the basket with what I deem appropriate for a Christmas
dinner and dessert.  At the checkout counter, I'm surprised at the three
hundred dollar plus total.

   At home, after all the frozen items are stored till tomorrow, I build
myself a Black Russian and review the day events.  The best part is still
to come, my rendezvous with Ryelin.  At five, I'm in the shower then get
all gussied up for my date.

   Its six-forty-five when I pull up to Ryelin's building.  I'm early but
it makes me feel better.  At seven, I'm on the buzzer.  Jayden answers.

   "Hi, Jayden, is Ryelin ready?"

   "She's been ready since five."

   Then what sounds like a scuffle comes through the intercom.  A
determined voice says 'Give me that'.  It's Ryelin.

   "I'll be right down."

   Then there is a click of disconnect.  I'm waiting patiently.  The door
clicks as it opens and Ryelin walks out, she appears in a huff.

   "I'm going to wring her neck."

   "Her?"

   "Jayden, she's been on my case ever since she was aware of our date to
go shopping."

   "Why's that?"

   "She has the hot's for you."

   A closed mouth gathers no foot.  (For our new readers, it's an old
Charlie Chan proverb.) After assisting her to the passenger seat, we're on
our way.  It's a cold crisp night.  The vehicle exhausts are producing
vapor trails as they move.

   "Where would you like to go?"

   She looks at me with those big brown bedroom eyes and a smile spreads
across her face.  She's so beautiful.  Those full lips are coated with
gloss that sort of shimmers in the light.  Her scent is killing me.

   "Your place."

   Bong, instant hard on.

   "It's a bit difficult to go shopping at my place."

   "Since I don't have any money and what shopping I could do has been
done, walking around in a packed mall isn't what I've in mind."

   Again, a closed mouth gathers no foot, how I would love to ask her what
she has in mind.  In minutes we're in the garage and the automatic door is
slowly closing.  Quick like a bunny, I'm at the passenger door assisting
this young black Venus.  Inside, I help her remove her coat; tonight she is
wearing tailored black slacks and a dark maroon blouse that accents her
young spouting breasts.  The outline of her bra is very unmistakable.  The
outline of my growing tool is as evident.  Something that Ryelin notices
and brings a smile to her face.  This's one reason I enjoy younger females,
there's no pretense.

   "Can I get you something?"

   "You have already."

   She boldly moves towards me and is in my arms, not that I make any
attempt to hold her off.  With my hands on her lower back I pull her
towards me.  She makes no bones about my hardon, pushing her nubile body
hard against it, grinding her pubes against me.  Her body contact feels so
good.  When our lips meet, my hands slip lower and grasp her soft globes
pulling her hard into my spear.  Leading her to the sofa she baulks.

   "No!  Your bedroom."

   She takes the lead and we're in the bedroom.  Her hair is pulled back
into a ponytail, made up as she is makes her so delectable.  She sits and
beckons me to sit beside her, and then she moves to me her arms around my
neck pulling me down.  We are curled together fully dressed.  Taking what
can be considered my boldest move; my hand grasps her right breast.  It's
firm but so soft.  Her hard nipple pushes against my palm, a small moan
emits from her lips; her eyes close.

   Just how far can we go?  As much as I want her, time could be a problem.
Kissing her forehead then both of her closed eyes, she continues to sigh.
When my lips are on the nap of her neck her hands are exploring my face,
not that it is much to explore.  Her fingers are long and warm to the
touch. Looking up, we are now eye to eye.

   "Do you have any idea what you are doing to me?"

   She giggles.

   "I do, I can feel it."

   "When do you have to be home?"

   "I told mom nine or nine thirty."

   That gives us about an hour and a half, not enough time for sex, at
least not for the first time.  Her young body has to be prepared with
in-depth foreplay and nothing can be rushed.  Tonight will be only heavy
petting, and perhaps some oral on my part.  Eating her would satisfy me. 
She watches as I undo the top button of her blouse, then another until all
exposed buttons are open.  Her bra is maroon in color, nicely contrasting
with her dark skin.  It is full of Ryelin.  Her large nipples are embossed
in the material, reminding me of her mother, is she as sensitive?  As I
kiss the top of her breasts Ryelin slides her arms around my neck and pulls
downward.  The ultimate goals are her nipples but her cooperation is
needed. She must have sensed my dilemma as she lifts her upper torso using
my body as a support.  With one hand, I manage to undo the hooks, her bra
falls loose.  Her naked breasts remind me of her mother.  The nipples are
supported by two distinctive aureoles, very dark brown and large.  They are
a joy to behold, and after tasting each, a memorable experience.  Ryelin's
reaction is one of shear bliss.  Her tummy is so soft; a cute indentation
outlines her perky belly-button.  Using my tongue as a probe, I pierce and
tickle.  This brings her limp body back to life as she tries to evade me.

   "Oh, don't, I'm so ticklish."

   Stopping we're again eye to eye, them my gaze lowers to the waist band
of her slacks, she reads my mind and I watch as she releases the top catch.
Taking this as an assumed invitation, I lower the zipper, revealing her
thong, naturally matching her bra color.  Christmas is coming early!  My
breathing is now heavier, and then my hands are on the waistband.  Ryelin
lifts her bottom allowing me to lower them; she lifts one foot, giving me
an opportunity to remove one leg and then the other.  She is now down to
her panties.  Being this close to heaven, I find that her scent quickly
permeates the area.  It's an aphrodisiac, with an active ingredient
stronger than her mother's.  Burying my face in her crotch, the heat and
moisture seem to be absorbed.  The pungent aroma is killing any ability I
may have had to control myself.  This is something I must taste.

   Again she is ahead of me lifting her hips to accommodate my thoughts. 
Lowering her thong reveals a plump set of love lips, her moisture glistens
in the light.  A dusting of dark brown curly hair frames heaven.  A quick
taste confirms that Ryelin is unique.  Wiggling her legs she manages to
remove the restriction of the thong.  Spreading her legs exposes what has
to be one of the eighth wonders of the world.  Like her mom, the soft pink
interior of her pussy, seeps a constant flow of her elixir which has a
magnetic quality.  Her clitoris, as her mom's, is large and a beautiful
pink.  Now out of its hood, it's a prominent part of her of her lush love
area.  As if drawn by a magnet, my mouth encompasses her opening sucking
the essences.  It's milder than her mom's but just as addicting.  Now
mouthing her clitoris, her hands are on the back of my head pulling me in.
With her hips lifted against me, her body trembles with a strong climax,
which in turn seems to trigger another surge of love juice.  I remain
between her legs; my mouth latched to her opening and then her clitoris,
back and forth until a sharp pain reminds me of the awkward position my
neck is in.  With my fill of her natural juice, I pull back and stare in
awe.  Her opening remains open exposing that beautiful pink interior, her
channel is more than ample to accept my spear.  But not tonight as time is
our enemy!  It's nine-ten, time to get dressed.

   Her eyes have a pleading look, no more pleading from her than from my
hurting hardon.  Lowering my head I kiss both inner thighs out of respect
to the area they guard.  Then sitting beside her our eyes meet again, the
same pleading is still prevalent.

   "Ryelin, you have to get dressed.  We've less than twenty minutes to get
you home."

   "But I don't want to go home."

   "I don't want you to go but your mom may not understand why her
twelve-year-old daughter is out late with an old man."

   "Oh Don, I want to do more.  I know what men like."

   "You do, do you?  Well this man wants to see you again tomorrow night
but if you are not home on time you mom may put the kibosh to our dinner
date."

   Lifting her body upward she kisses my pussy-juice covered lips.  Quickly
she's out of bed covering her womanly charms.  Without further ado, we're
in the Suburban and arrive at her residence with seven minutes to spare.

   "I had a wonderful time Don; I look forward to tomorrow night."

   Leaning over, we kiss and then she is out the door and gone.  Watching
till the door closes, I slowly drive home, still frustrated but happy.  The
memories of her young pussy, her tastes and her aroma still sharp in my
mind.  What'll tomorrow night bring?

   Saturday starts off with a bang; the sun is shining, with all the fresh
snow the brightness is blinding at times.  After breakfast, I make a list
of things to do and determine their priorities.  First is a trip to the
mall, then one to Biggs to finish the Christmas package for the family. 
Then the thoughts of the cottage come into mind, it must have been back
there but with the relationship with Ryelin and Tiffany so fresh, it got
tucked away.  A call to the general store informs me that the road has been
opened and it should be no problem getting to the cottage with the
four-wheel drive.  That'll be my Christmas Day present to myself, a
wonderful week of quiet in the tranquil winter wonderland.

   Preparing a list for the items needed for the cottage and for my week of
bliss takes up the balance of the morning.  A quick call to the Gap gets a
bedraggled Alexis and confirms all has been done.  After thanking her
profusely, I leave on my appointed rounds.

   In the grocery store, I kick myself for not preparing for the cottage
last week.  The store is bedlam with many doing their last kick at the cat
for Christmas.  Finally out with everything, I sort the bags, mine on one
side and the Milne's on the other.  Since the turkey is a fresh one, I
packed all the frozen food around it.  With the cold weather, it shouldn't
be a problem.  All should be well for their Christmas meal.  Now for a trip
to the mall and another disaster; thank goodness someone left the parking
lot otherwise it would have been cheaper to drive home and return in a taxi
rather than walk from the back forty of the parking lot, since I've no idea
just how many bags I'll have to carry back to the truck.

   At the Gap, the crowds are crazy; it really makes me feel sorry for
Alexis and her co-workers.  There're large gaps in the display areas as
they can't replace the products fast enough.  I would bet a number of the
gaps represent items they just don't have any more of in stock.  Standing
off to one side, I wait until she gets a moment and notices me.  Finally
she sees me and her bedraggled faces lights up.  We meet halfway, she grabs
my hand and guides me to the rear of the store to an area marked 'Staff
Only'.

   "I'm glad you came, it gives me a breather."

   She hands me a long running cash register receipt.

   "I have some smelling salts if you faint at the total."

   Smiling and then handing her my credit card she disappears to the cash
register, coming back with the paid receipt and card, still not looking at
the total.

   "All the purchases from both stores are here but you will have to pay
separately at 'Victoria's Secret.' Just ask for Marlee and tell her Alexis
sent you.  She wanted to meet you.  You've made her Christmas too."

   "I'm here to please.  Glad to help make your day."

   "Then go to Walgreen's, ask for Lex, I took it upon myself to get small
very expensive make up kits for the three girls and a more elaborate one
for Tiffany."

   With that I lean over and give her a kiss on the forehead.

   "Remember, you aren't going to get off that cheap.  I'll expect to hear
from you by mid January."

   "You will, and if for some reason my memory goes flat; you have my
number."

   "Got to go!  We're only open till six, I can't wait."

   There's more than one load to carry, so I gather up as many as I could.
At the Suburban, and opening the back door, I drop the pile; then I reach
over and drop the back seat for the second load.  The second set of seats
is covered with groceries.

   As it turns out Marlee is a joy to behold, guessing she's in her late
teens, dressed to the nines with a very form fitting outfit, her breasts
have to be encased in one of the uplift bras from Victoria Secret.  Her
make-up is flawless considering the time of day and the hell she must have
been through.  She greets me with a gut wrenching smile that hits me right
between my legs.

   "Alexis said you would be over sometime today, you really picked a good
time."

   Embarrassingly, I'm staring at her red hair that is shoulder length and
flows like water as she moves, I have often seen that action in television
commercials but Marlee proves that it can happen in real life.  Of course
it has me wondering if all her hair is red.

   "I don't think there is any time today you could call good.  I want to
thank you for what you have done.  Perhaps I can interest you in dinner
sometime in January?"

   "I would like that, Alexis told me you were an impressive man, now I
know you are."

   "Maybe her sights are so low that I look impressive.  I would like to
pay the bill.  I know you're busy."

   Taking my card and she does her thing.  I sign and she returns it with
the receipt, I continue to stare, she is a woman that I know I will enjoy
getting to know better.

   "I better get out of here and let you work.  Have a wonderful Holiday
season."

   "You bet I will!  And I have you to thank for a good part of it!"

   With that done, I head back to the Gap for the second load of bags. 
What the hell did I buy?  Hopefully it will keep the girls happy.  Dumping
the load, I head for Walgreen's looking for a Lex.  It's packed with
shoppers; fortunately all the clerks are wearing Santa toques.  Cornering
one, I ask for Lex, she points me to a sign stating 'Staff Lounge.' At the
doorway, a beautiful young girl comes to the door.

   "May I help you?"

   Her eyes size me up making me feel uncomfortable; her large brown eyes
are mesmerizing.

   "Yes you can, I was told Lex was here."

   Still looking at me with those bedroom eyes she hollers.

   "Lex, there's a walking sex symbol here for you."

   That is not what I had anticipated and as a blush fills my embarrassed
face, momentarily another knockout is at the doorway, she is sporting raven
black hair, lush makeup that matches her complexion and a strikingly fitted
wardrobe, her name plate states 'Lex, Cosmetics'.

   "May I help you?"

   "Yes, you can.  Alexis sent me; I believe I've a bill to pay."

   "So, you're the one!  I wish I was one of those girls you're buying
for."

   Her smile is disarming, her scent penetrates the mob.  Thinking the
little I know of her, I would be happy to add her to the list.  She
indicates for me to follow her to the cash register, takes my card and does
her thing.

   "I wish to thank you for what you have done, and would like to offer to
take you to dinner for going beyond the call of duty."

   "Thank you, but it isn't necessary, it is an enjoyable part of the job."

   "But I'd like too, perhaps after this crazy season is over."

   She smiles and looks at me.

   "Okay, call me in the New Year."

   I quickly sign on the line, and she returns my card and receipt, and
adds her business card as well, just as the intercom system is paging her.

   "Sorry, I have to go, but I will look forward to hearing from you."

   Watching her disappear into the crowd I make my way to the exit and
outside and am soon leaving the masses of people to their Christmas
shopping.  At home, I carry all the bags of clothing and cosmetics to the
living room and sort them by names on the outside of each bag.  There is a
hellva pile of gifts.  My credit card company will be pleased.  After
repacking the items for the girls into respective large green garbage bags,
I hit the shower.  In less than two hours, Ryelin is expecting me.  We have
a fifty-fifty chance that the restaurant will be packed with holiday
patrons.  I am hoping for a quiet private evening.  My imagination is
already creating a number of interesting scenarios.  The bedroom is ready.
I can only hope.

   I'm in her lobby at four-forty-five with one load of presents.  It's
going to take at least three or four trips for everything, the groceries
are still in the back seat.  I ring the buzzer.  Jayden answers.

   "Hi, Jayden would you please tell Ryelin that Don is at the door."

   "She told me to tell you to come up."

   At her door, I have to use my elbow to ring the bell.  Both Jayden and
Misty answer, both are dressed in slacks and blouses.  Standing before me
are two wet dreams.  Jayden seems to be daring me to do something.  Misty
is more of a lady.

   "What is all this?"

   "A few things for the tree, I've more in the truck."

   "Here let me help!  You can help too, Jayden."

   With both girls loaded with gifts I return to the truck for another
load. Depositing them at the door I return for the groceries.  Tiffany
meets me at the door this time.

   "Don, what's this?  We weren't expecting anything."

   "Giving gifts isn't supposed to be something expected.  Here are more
items, plus a few things for your Christmas dinner.  Where's the kitchen?"

   "Are you really crazy?  I can't believe you did this."

   She leads me to the kitchen.  After filling all the vacant counter space
with the second trip, I move to the living room.  The girls are creating a
very sizeable pile of gifts under the tree.  Alexis, Marlee and Lex did a
wonderful job, everything is professionally wrapped, and a hellva lot
better job than I could ever do.  Tiffany looks at me.  She again repeats
her last comment.

   "I can't believe you did this!"

   "That's what friends are for."

   A door opens and closes behind me, it's Ryelin.

   "I'm ready."

   Her long coat covers everything from the neck down but what is exposed
has me wanting to forego the restaurant and take her to bed.  Her hair is
styled and held in place by a red hair clasp.  Her lips are coated with
gloss matching the red hair clasp.  The white mascara highlights her brown
eyes.  The overall effect is one of total beauty.  When our hands touch the
electricity flows.

   "You look ravishing."

   "Why, thank you.  You don't look bad yourself."

   "For an old man you mean?"

   "Don't even think of yourself as old."

   She leads me to the door; her scent is doing what it supposed too.  My
thoughts are imagining where on her body she applied it.  Once in the truck
she reaches over and grabs my hand.  It must be something chemical as the
feeling goes right to my probe causing an erection.  My concentration is on
my driving as the traffic is very heavy.  Finally at the restaurant, we
quickly find a decent parking spot and are on our way.  Inside it is warm
and the scents remind me that it has been a long time since my breakfast.
Helping Ryelin remove her coat gives me a rush.  She is wearing a one piece
costume red in color matching her lip-gloss and accessories.  The backless
design stops just above her crease, the leggings are split to her hips,
exposing a beautiful expanse of young ebony skin.  It is held in place by a
large bow on the back of her neck, and is obvious she isn't wearing a bra,
and I am not sure about a thong or panties, either!  Her heels are also the
same shade as the rest of her costume and the effect on me is immediate.

   "Wow."

   "You like?  I picked it out thinking of you."

   "Are you sure you want to eat."

   The look she gives me is devastating.

   "You're going to feed me as planned.  I didn't go to all this trouble
just for you to undress me.  That'll have to wait."

   If she knew the power she had over me, I'd be in deep shit.  Hands
shaking as I link arms with her, we follow a young lady to our table.  The
effect Ryelin and her outfit has on the males in attendance is comical. 
One spewed his drink, another ran into a table.  Finally we are seated and
reviewing the menu.  It seems that my hunger pains have dissipated, as all
I want to do is stare at Ryelin.

   Making no attempt to hide my admiration, it's hard to believe the
transformation from a young preteen to this sexual ebony goddess.  She has
gone from twelve to eighteen in a day.  With her height and body structure
I'm sure no one would believe her age.  Her movements are totally feminine;
she appears to have all the confidence in the world.  She brings me back to
the present.

   "Aren't you going to order, Don?"

   Looking up, a waitress is smiling at me, waiting.  After a quick review
of the menu I order a sirloin steak, baked potato and coffee.  The last
thing I want is a drink; all I can think of is Ryelin.

   "Where did you get that outfit?"

   "It is mom's Christmas present.  She knew I wanted something to keep
your attention."

   "That it does and more!"

   "Good!"

   The meal and service are excellent; mind you I could have been eating
hay and never notice.  Just being this close to Ryelin and imagining what
may transpire after dinner has me totally consumed.

   "My sisters are jealous.  They wanted to come with me but I told them
'no way'."

   Her sisters, both are very interesting girls and perhaps sometime in the
future I'll find out just how interesting but tonight is Ryelin's.  After
paying, we leave but not without every male eye devouring Ryelin.  In the
Suburban, she moves over to kiss me.  My body wants more than a kiss.

   "Thank you for a wonderful dinner."

   "It was my pleasure.  What would you like to do now?"

   "You know exactly what I want.  I don't have to be home till twelve.  I
told mom not to expect me before then.  She didn't ask what I planned on
doing but I think she has a good idea."

   If it's what I have been dreaming about, it'll be a very memorable
Christmas.  Traffic is surprisingly light.  Once inside the house and after
dispensing with our coats she's in my arms, her body molded to mine.  As we
kiss, she rotates her pubes against my obvious erection.  She's making no
bones about her desires.  Grabbing my hand she leads me up my own stairs to
the master bedroom.  Thank god I had the foresight to change the bed; the
white satin textured sheets will accent her chocolate body.  Again she's in
my arms and we kiss, this time my hands are on her bottom pulling her into
my spear.  She looks at me and with a slight pull of the bow her top peels
down revealing her gorgeous breasts, her nipples swollen proudly and
pointing at me.  Leaning over I kiss one, then the other.  Her body
trembles at my touch.

   Standing back from me, she flips off her shoes, and then lowers the suit
and steps out of it.  She stands before me naked except for a very flimsy
red transparent thong, already damp from her excitement.

   "What are you waiting for?  Get undressed."

   This's the first time she has seen my tool, her eyes are like saucers.
She reaches out and grasps me.  Her touch seems to sear me.  Pulling me
towards the bed where she sits with my cock at her eye level.  Rolling back
the foreskin, she rubs my slit smearing the precum.  She sniffs and then
her pink tongue flicks out and she tastes me.  Looking up she smiles and
then leans over and engulfs the head of my cock.  The heat and moist
feeling nearly has me lose it but my will power kicks in and I am able to
hold back.  After one final lick she lays back with her legs spread. 
Shaking like a leaf, I lower her thong, exposing heaven.  Staring at her
with her panties at my nose brings a smile to her face.

   "I don't want to wait any longer, do me please."

   There's no need to ask me a second time!  With my cock lined up to
heaven, she grasps me and centers the bulbous head at her moist opening. 
Slowly it disappears and then stops at her hymen.  Looking into her eyes,
she nods and lifts her hips forcing her cherry against me.  With a
determined thrust, the barrier is gone, Ryelin makes a small yip and we're
joined.  Buried deep in heaven, I hold steadfast until her body stops
trembling.  Then with a slow steady rhythm my strokes bring her back to
life.  Her arms are around my neck squeezing me, her hips rise to meet my
thrusts.  Close to cumming I realize we have no protection, she must sense
my hesitation.

   "It's okay!  I'm on the pill.  Mom insisted on that as soon as each of
us had our first period.  We're all on it."

   More information than needed just now, but it's now tucked in my memory.
Shutting off all thoughts I enjoy the wonders of her young soft body.  When
she trembles with her first vaginal climax my floodgate is released.  Surge
after surge of hot cream flows, and with each one the tensions of my body
seem to ebb.  Finally with nothing left to give to her, I relax, supporting
my weight on my elbows.  Looking down she is looking at me, her lips
calling me.

   "Merry Christmas, Don."

   "Thank you Ryelin, you gave me the best gift ever."

   Softened I roll off her; her hand is on my face tracing my features. 
Reaching over I pull her to me.  My fingers trace down her back to her ass
crack, sliding down to her tight asshole.  With little effort it
penetrates, she activates her anal muscles and grabs me.

   "I feel amazing.  A bit stretched but fantastic, can we do it again?"

   "Many times!  You were perfect, in fact, better than perfect!"

   Throughout the evening, we managed three more times.  Personally I don't
know how I managed.  All three times were in the missionary position;
hopefully in the near future we will try others.  It was eleven thirty when
we finally got dressed.

   "I wish I could stay the night."

   "That would be nice waking up Christmas morning with you in bed with me,
but something tells me your mom and sisters would be a bit concerned."

   The trip to her apartment is quiet, both of us exhausted.  I asked if
she would like me to accompany her to the door she refuses leaning over to
give me a final kiss.  I didn't want her to leave.  The drive back is slow,
my mind reliving every moment of tonight.

   My bedroom is a mess, the sheets look like a killing field; Ryelin's
virgin blood and my cream are everywhere.  I can only imagine what her
panties look like.  Lifting the pillows reveals Ryelin's red thong, a gift
from heaven.  Her personal scent is strong mixed with her perfume.  With
the sheets in the washer, I shower and then to bed, the thong at my nose.
Just as sleep is overtaking me the telephone rings.  It's Tiffany.

   "Hello."

   "Hi Don, I wanted to thank you for the gifts and the groceries."

   "You're welcome.  Did Ryelin say she enjoyed the evening?"

   "Well she came in and immediately disappeared into the bathroom and
locked the door so her sisters couldn't see or question her until after she
showered, they did tell me her lingerie she wore last night seems to be
missing, I wonder why."

   There's a sinister laugh on the other end of the line, a mother's
intuition.  My hardon is betraying my feelings; it would be nice to have
Ryelin cuddled up to me for the evening.

   "When she came out she walked over to me and gave me a kiss and told me
she was tired and was going to bed.  Jayden gave her a hard time but she
didn't flinch.  Ryelin didn't tell her anything about the evening.  Did you
make my little girl a woman?"

   Silence is golden.

   "I thought so, Ryelin had that look on her face and she is walking
funny. I can't say I blame her.  I'd have loved to be in your bed."

   Walking funny, it would be interesting to have her explain that comment
but continuous silence is still my best position.

   "Don't want to talk about it?  I like that in a man.  Actually the
reason for my call is to invite you for Christmas dinner, it's the least I
can do to thank you for everything you have done for the family and I'm
sure Ryelin would love to thank you for what you did for her tonight."

   An embarrassing tingle runs up and down my spine considering the unique
gift Ryelin gave me, my contribution to the family is minor but again
silence is golden.

   "I was actually planning on going to the cottage, Christmas isn't my
thing."

   I could hardly tell her of the wonderful Christmas gift her daughter had
given me numerous times this evening.  Just the thought of Ryelin has me
hard.

   "Well you need eat, dinner is at five, I have already told the girls and
you wouldn't want to disappoint them."

   Tiffany must have had the feeling of my refusing and now that is not an
option.  After the evening with Ryelin, just seeing her again is worth the
time.  The trip to the cottage will have to wait till tomorrow evening;
traffic should be light.  It'll still allow me more than a week of solace.

   "I would be honored to join your family for Christmas dinner."

   "Good, I know the girls will be pleased especially Ryelin."

   Sleep finally overtook me.  Waking in the morning, Ryelin's scent filled
thong is at my nose.  My wish that she was here is something that my raging
hardon will attest to.

   There's a light covering of new snow making Christmas morning magical.
The sun is shining, making everything glitter.  After a substantial
breakfast I spend the morning at the kitchen table reviewing my needs for
the cottage, once there I've no plans on moving for a week.  As always,
there's a large pile of professional periodicals that need reading.  They
keep me advised of the newest viruses and the possible means of destroying
them.

   The balance of the day goes well, the Suburban is packed for the trip,
and the only thing left to load is my cooler of meat and frozen foods for
the week.  I have mentally reviewed my needs numerous times and am
satisfied.  At four showered and dressed, I make my way over to the
Milne's. With this four you never know who is going to answer the buzz.

   "Who is it?"

   That has to be Misty; she is the shyest of the three sisters.  Her
beauty, as with her siblings, has me wondering if she would be as exciting
as Ryelin.  With Jayden I've no doubt at all.  She is a man eater even at
ten.

   "Hi Misty, I'm here and ready to be fed."

   "Mr.  Parson, come right up."

   The intercom goes dead and the lock buzzes.  At their door and it is
open before I can knock.  Misty greets me and asks for my coat.  She is
wearing a creamy white short skirt showing miles of sexy chocolate legs. 
Her chest shows promise.  Then Jayden comes into view and is dressed
similar to Misty, but her creamy white skirt is much shorter, so short,
there can't be more than one-half inch of material hiding her panties from
view.  The lacy tops of her sheer white stay-up nylons are showing.  Just
below the top of the skirt is showing an interesting expanse of dark skin.
Her white T-shirt clings to her attributes, leaving nothing to my
imagination.  If the display is intended to get me hot and bothered it's
working.

   "Hello Jayden, Merry Christmas, you look devastating."

   Finally, something catches her off guard!  Her choice of outfits is for
shock purposes but my comment takes her by surprise.  She's at a loss for
words.  Ryelin walks towards me hand extended.

   "Thank you for coming Don and for all those presents!  We've never had a
Christmas like this before.  Mom couldn't believe you bought her gifts."

   She leans over and whispers.

   "You should have seen her face when she opened the package from
Victoria's Secret.  It was two string thongs, and one O-Ring with matching
bras, the good thing is they all fit."

   Mental note to thank both Alexis and Marlee for a job well done.

   "And the girls?"

   "Like mom everything fits, Jayden can't wait to show you hers!  You will
really have to watch her, she really has the hots for you, but then so do
I."

   "Welcome to Christmas dinner with the Milne's."

   It's Tiffany, she is dressed similar to the girls but the skirt is
longer, with two slashes up the side to her waist.  Her legs are bare and
flash with each step.  Memories of her naked and spread is causing my lower
head is doing its best to embarrass me.

   "Thank you for inviting me."

   "Dinner will be ready in about an hour.  Ryelin show Don the apartment."

   With that Ryelin grabs my arm and leads me away from the door.  We
quickly pass the living room and kitchen and she leads to a bedroom, the
door closes and there is a click of the lock.  Ryelin quickly drops to her
knees and my zipper is lowered in seconds and then my cock is sticking out
proud.

   "I wanted to do this last night but didn't think you would have much
cream left after what we did."

   Her mouth engulfs me and she starts sucking.  My first reaction is one
of concern, especially since I'm standing in Ryelin's bedroom and my cock
in her mouth enjoying a much needed means of relief after seeing her
family, and with only a bedroom door separating this indiscretion from the
family.  However, the more she sucks the less my inhibitions take
precedent. At the point of no return, hot creamy cum flows heavily into her
mouth and down her throat as Ryelin is swallowing like a pro.  The vacuum
feeling didn't stop until nothing is left but a very pitiful stub of its
past glory.

   "Mom said your cream tasted smooth, it was but I think it's a bit
salty."

   Grabbing a couple of chocolate covered Christmas mints she makes a
production out of chewing them and swishing them around her mouth, all the
time smiling.

   "That's for the benefit of my sisters; so they can't smell your sperm on
my breath.  They have been giving me the third degree all morning about
last night.  I didn't let them see your cream running out of my pussy. 
They're a little pissed off, especially Jayden.  She wants to do everything
I do, so don't be surprised if she comes on to you."

   With her slight body in my arms I kiss her peppermint flavored mouth, we
exchange internal juices.  Then lowering her to the bed, flipping up her
skirt, heaven is barely covered by a narrow ribbon of cloth that easily
moves to one side exposing her clitoris and very moist love lips.  My mouth
encompasses everything, the first suck gets me a mouthful of elixir and
then my tongue finds her bud.  Her animal scent flows through my nose and
somehow finds my cock which is now rising from the dead.  After bringing
her to the brink and over twice, I withdraw my mouth from her fountain of
youth.

   "I think we better get back to your family.  They may wonder."

   "Don't think that they're wondering; they're likely jealous."

   Daintily Ryelin dabs my face removing all the traces of her pussy cream.
With her clothes in place and my tool hidden from view we return.  Jayden
is standing in the doorway when it opens.  That sinister smile tells both
of us she is aware of what has just transpired.  Silence is golden.

   Tiffany watches as we return to the dining room with Jayden in tow.  Her
smile suggests she has a good idea what has just transpired as well.  Misty
looks, shyly smiles, and emits a sexual aura of her own.

   "Okay everybody; please be seated!  Dinner is served!  Ryelin, would you
help me please."

   Sitting down, Jayden sits to my left, Misty to my right.  Ryelin sits
across from me and Tiffany to her right.  After grace the dishes are
passed. Looking to my right and left gives me a view of two thongs, as the
skirts of the girls have ridden up as they sat or had a little help to give
me a display of two thick lipped Venuses molded into the thin strips of red
cloth covering them.  Jayden with her boldness is expected, but from Misty
this is a surprise, her skirt is pulled higher exposing a very attractive
red lacey V-string thong.  The three girls all are wet dreams come true. 
The view doesn't help my already tenting slacks.  Twice during the meal
Jayden took liberties and grasped my knob.  Perhaps she will show me her
bedroom later.

   The scent of the dinner mixed with the girl's works as an aphrodisiac on
me.  The meal progresses well confirming Tiffany may be a beautiful woman
but she is also an excellent cook as well.  It is embarrassing the amount
of turkey I put away.

   "This's is an excellent meal; again I thank you for the invite."

   "It has been a long times since we had a man at our table, isn't it
girls?  Thank you, Don, for coming into our lives."

   Our eyes meet as Tiffany stress the word coming, it cause me to blush
slightly.  Ryelin's grinning.  After dessert Tiffany serves a special
coffee.  It's flavorful and very robust.  The girls quickly gather the
dishes leaving us to savor the brew.

   "What you did for the family including me has made this a wondrous
Christmas.  I don't know how to thank you."

   "You already did by inviting me to dinner."

   "I suspect Ryelin thanked you as well.  I have no idea how you do it but
you have all four of us in a dizzy of a mood."

   Silence is golden; I continue to savor my coffee.  The sounds of the
kitchen tell us the girls are doing dishes.  Tiffany slides her foot up my
leg, reaching down I grab it and caress the smooth bare skin.

   "Perhaps you would like to clean up, come I will show you where."

   Leaving the table, she leads me down the hall past Ryelin's room into a
large bathroom.  Like Ryelin she locks the door behind us and is in my
arms. Her lips are so soft and moist.  Her hair smells of roast turkey and
shampoo.  All I can think of is how nice it would be to repeat our visit to
my house.  She slips out of my arms and surprises me by lifting her skirt
and whipping her panties down stepping out of one leg.  Leaning over the
counter she presents me with the view of her sexy rear, I can just make out
the bottom of her love lips; her asshole is framed with a dark chocolate
border.

   "Well, don't just stand there, fuck me!"

   "Now?"

   "Of course!  You've had quickies before, haven't you?  I've been wet
ever since you rang the door bell."

   This reminds me of the times as a teenager, the chances we took to get
connected.  In halls, doorways, anywhere I could get between the legs of a
girl and shove in my cock.

   Pulling my cock out and aiming it, first hitting her asshole, but
Tiffany quickly directs it into her pussy.  My aim must be off.  Just the
idea of a quickie has the blood rushing to the head of my cock.

   "You did say quickly?"

   "I just want to feel you in me again.  Hell!  It feels good to be a
woman."

   With that my cock is pulsing, ejaculating, not a full load since Ryelin
has already milked me.  Pulling out my semi hard shaft is coated with a
thick film of pussy juice.  Tiffany turns and is on her knees sucking and
licking.  These Milne women love cock.  After she cleans all the syrup off
my shaft she tucks it into my pants and lifts the zipper.

   "Ryelin got to you first!  She gave you a blowjob when she showed you
her room didn't she?"

   While she is telling me what transpired between my self and her
daughter, she's dressing.  She's beautiful between her legs and we really
should have more time to really do her pussy justice, recalling how good
she tasted.  My lips remain sealed but my blush is a dead giveaway.

   "I can't blame her.  If you did what I think you did last night, she has
to be as rangy as her mother about now."

   Silence continues on my part.

   "Wash your hands then flush the toilet, it has to appear like you
actually are doing something."

   She disappears out the door, leaving me to relieve myself and make
myself pretty.  The hall is clear when I return to the dining room; Tiffany
is seated pouring fresh coffee.

   "I would have loved to have more cream."

   Fortunately the girls are still finishing up in the kitchen, otherwise
the questions would start.  While we're making small talk the girls return,
all smiles.  Ryelin stands behind me rubbing my neck.  Something is wrong
with me, the soothing feel of her nimble fingers seem to be connected to my
cock as it is starting to come back to life.

   "Mom says you are going to your cottage for the week."

   "Yes, I would have been there now but you mom convinced me to join you
for a marvelous dinner."

   "Won't you be lonely?"

   "I'm used to it.  I bring a lot of reading.  Besides, the cottage is
totally winterized and has all the conveniences.  If I need to catch up to
the world; the satellite television keeps me informed."

   "It sounds so peaceful; I wish I could go with you."

   That's something I thought about as well after last night.  With her as
company, something tells me that my reading would be curtailed.  Her
fingers are continuing their magic kneading of my neck and then she rubs
her breast against the back of my head.  The effect has my cock rising
again.

   "Well you should ask Don; maybe he would like some company."

   Down goes my hard on and the look on my face tells Tiffany she really
has taken me by surprise.  She is, by suggestion, approving her preteen
daughter, whom she suspects has been intimate with me; accompany me for a
week at the cottage.  I look at her.  Then Jayden pipes up.

   "If Ryelin doesn't want to go, I'd love too."

   Just the thought of Jayden, who has demonstrated that she is more than
willing to try anything, coming to the cottage really has me breathing
hard.

   "Well, if Don would like company, I'm the one that's going, not you."

   Ryelin has made her claim on me.  Jayden will have to wait.

   "You realize there's nothing to do at this time of year.  The summer has
fishing and swimming but all there's now is snow."

   "I don't care; I can take my homework with me.  Do you have a computer
there?"

   "I take a notebook with me."

   "Good, I can do my assignment and print it when we get back."

   Without my agreeing or asking it would appear that Ryelin will accompany
me to the cottage.  A quick mental review of provisions proves to be no
problem; if necessary a trip to the general store could be a welcome
diversion mid week.  Settled, we make arrangements for me to pick up Ryelin
at nine in the morning.  She will be able to pack tonight.  My only comment
is to bring warm clothes if she plans on enjoying the outdoors.  With that,
I'm on my way home.

   It's been a Christmas day of many twists including a surprise in my coat
pocket, a soft package wrapped in colorful wrap, the small card says with
love, Jayden.  Opening it there's her red thong, with obvious pussy
excretions at the crotch, some dry and some still damp.  The note states
that she knows I have a pair of Ryelin's but hers are better.  From the
magical scent she could be correct but that is something to determine at a
later date.

   Tonight sleep comes quickly; admittedly my thoughts are on Ryelin and
her sisters not to mention her mom.  Up at seven, after breakfast I secure
the house and load the final boxes and my suitcases into the Suburban.  All
that is left is picking up Ryelin.

   Pulling up to their building, the family is waiting for me.  Coming to a
stop all four pour out the door, Tiffany and Ryelin carrying suitcases. 
Ryelin is wearing a beautiful white winter outfit, consisting of a tailored
jacket with white fur trim and slacks to match.  Her bubbling enthusiasm
rubs off on me.

   Quickly loaded in the back, there is a series of good byes and finally
we are off.  As soon as we're moving Ryelin's hand comes over and rubs my
thigh.

   "Thank you for letting me join you, mom surprised me by suggesting it."

   "You were surprised, I was shocked.  It's something I dreamt of after
dropping you off Christmas Eve.  My plan was to drive on Christmas Day as
traffic on the highway is usually light."

   "I'm glad you came to dinner.  I didn't sleep a wink last night just
thinking of today."

   For me it was the opposite, knowing that Ryelin would be accompanying me
for the week put me right to sleep thinking of all the possibilities. 
Pulling away from her waving family, as soon as we are out of sight she
reaches over and pats my obvious hard on.

   "I like that.  I think mom knows what we did."

   "What makes you think that?"

   "She gave me some cream that reduces swelling and when I looked at her
questioningly she just laughed and told me I would know when and where to
use it."

   "So what do you think she meant?"

   "Don't be so stupid, you know how swollen my pussy was after having sex
with you.  At home I wouldn't let my sisters see me because they would
know. But mom is pretty smart!"

   That's one thing we both agree on.  The trip is uneventful and seems to
go fast with Ryelin asking a continuous flow of questions about everything
including my love life.  A light dusting of snow continues up to the turn
off to the cottage.

   "We can go to town if there is something you may need.  I think that I
have enough supplies to last us the week."

   "Well, there's something."

   "And is it?"

   "I could use some pads and tampons, my period is next week but it might
start sooner, it's better to be prepared."

   "Not a problem, the general store has everything, not a big variety but
a little of everything."

   The trip from the turn-off to the general store is only about ten
minutes; the store is surprisingly busy.  Ryelin searches and finds what
she needs, walking around I notice the hot chocolate, something that I
enjoy in the evening, and Ryelin does as well.  The looks I get from the
proprietor are priceless, he can't help but notice Ryelin but he knows
better than to ask about it.  Over the years, I have spent a small fortune
at his establishment.

   "Did you have a good Christmas?"

   "Good, and you?"

   "The same."

   "You should have no trouble getting to your cottage; the utilities have
plowed the road."

   "Thanks, I appreciate the info."

   Once in the truck we are on our way, Ryelin looks divine, her face
shining as we turn off the road.  She seems awestricken at the beautiful
landscape of snow-covered coniferous trees.  The only thing that identifies
the trail is the snow banks that the utility plow left; everything is
covered with a fresh coating of fluffy snow.  In all-wheel drive the
Suburban handles the challenge effortlessly.

   "This is so beautiful; everything is so white, so pure looking."

   "That's what you get with no pollutants in the air or on the ground; it
looks just as good in the summer."

   Then we are rounding the last turn, I watch her face as the cottage
comes into view.  The scene looks like a picture many have seen on cards of
the season.  There is a whiff vapor is coming from the chimney, as I keep
the thermostat at fifty degrees to keep everything from freezing.  It's
picture-perfect, as the only tracks evident are of a few bush rabbits and a
fox trail following them.

   Once stopped Ryelin is out of the truck and throws herself on her back
into the fresh snow and makes a snow angel.  Getting up she is overjoyed
with herself.

   "I've always wanted to do that but in the city people would think I'm a
bit crazy."

   She's covered with snow and attempts to brush herself.  It takes nearly
an hour to unload and store all the goods.  Turning up the temperature on
the furnace and the hot water, I make us both a hot chocolate.  As the
building warms up, we remove our outer clothes.  The high efficiency
furnace has the cottage comfortable in short order.

   "Now I understand why you enjoy your time here.  Does the fireplace
work?"

   "Of course, we can light it tonight after dinner.  The hot water will be
ready for showers within the hour."

   "Where do we sleep?"

   "You can have the loft and me the sofa, it is very comfortable."

   If looks could kill, I'm sure I would be mortally wounded.  To further
make her point she slugs me in the arm.

   "Can I see the loft?"

   "Help yourself; I will make us another hot chocolate.  What would you
like for dinner?"

   "I'm not particular, whatever is the easiest."

   As she climbs to the loft, I can't help but admire how her bottom looks.
Perhaps she will enjoy anal: that thought has me feeling a surge in my
already hard cock.  Dinner has to be something simple, tomorrow we can be
creative.  It shall be fresh buns, cheese and lunchmeat.  There is a large
selection of desserts as well.  I eat well at the cottage.

   "Don, would you come up here please."

   Mounting the stairs she has a surprise waiting for me.  Heat rises and
the loft is very comfortable, Ryelin has divested herself of all her
clothing with the exception of her red thong and bra and is laying eagle
spread on the bed.  Her pubes are very pronounced in her obviously damp
thong.  She is patting the bed beside her.

   "Get undressed!  We can have dinner anytime."

   It didn't take me long to strip and considering the ache between my legs
it feels good, naked beside her both her bra and panties are quickly
removed.  Her clitoris is sticking out from its hood, begging for
attention. Kissing her she gives me her tongue; my hands slowly renew the
wonderful feeling of her preteen body.  Her womanly scent tweaks my need to
taste the source, my lips stop momentarily to give each nipple a quick
kiss, each kiss rewarded with a sigh of pleasure.  Now between her legs,
taking a big breath then the taste, her luv lips are swollen from
anticipation and the lingering exercise of our activities on Friday night.
I still can't believe the size of her clitoris, hers is the size of my
small finger.  It's at least three-quarters of an inch long; her mother's
is the size of my thumb and nearly an inch in length.  Just as Ryelin is in
the throes of her first climax, a thought from left field hits me.  Do her
sisters have the same heritage from Tiffany?  Will I ever find out?  I
certainly hope so!

   To say Ryelin is insatiable is an understatement.  It is beautiful the
way she digs in her heels and lifts her pubes as she cums.  Recalling her
first oral climax on Friday, the flow of her luv juice has increased
immensely.

   "We have to do something for you.  How do you want me?"

   This young lady has done some research, asking that question.  Without
even thinking I blurt out:

   "Doggie style."

   Quickly she presents herself on her knees, rear open to me.  Her asshole
takes my breath away.  A darker shade of chocolate frames it and what makes
it even more appealing is that it seems to be open, a small round circle
about the size of a penny.  What I need is a camera.  Again without
comment, I lean over and kiss the opening.

   "What are you doing?"

   "Kissing you."

   "But there?"

   "There is nothing wrong with your beautiful ass and its opening."

   To accent my point I kiss it again and then use my tongue, her body
shivers with excitement.  Not able to watch, my cock is lined up with her
pussy and slowly disappears.  She easily accepts my full shaft at the
deepest penetration possible.  She tightens her vaginal muscles giving me
an amazing sensation.

   It isn't long before Ryelin stiffens and pushes back against me, her
body trembling with a strong climax.  As she finishes, my body lets go,
ejaculating one of my strongest in some time.  It seems to go on forever,
at least four lengthy surges followed by three or four minor ones.  It is
like someone let the air out of my balloon, weakened by the pleasurable
feeling, I collapse beside her.

   Ryelin turns and snuggles into me.  Her hand explores my stomach and
then grasps my soft member.  The feeling of her manipulating me is
sensational.  Her moist hand grasps my testicles, softly squeezing one then
the other.

   "This's fun; this is the first time I have actually been able to examine
a guy's thing.  A few of the white guys at school have suggested what they
would like to do to me, but none have ever tried.  A couple of girls in my
class boast about the number of guys they have let feel them."

   "Your hands on me feel good.  Knock yourself out."

   "I've a week to do it don't I?"

   I just hug her to me, she straddles my leg her pussy against my thigh,
in moments the feeling of cum runs down to the sheet.  It's a good thing I
had the foresight to bring a couple of changes of sheets and a large box of
laundry detergent.  The apartment size washer and dryer are going to get a
workout this week.  Ryelin moves so she is on top of me, and we kiss.

   "Don, I want to try all sorts of things."

   "Such as?"

   "Different ways of having sex."

   She looks at me then lowers her eyes and pushes her face into the nape
of my neck, I thought she was through with her request but then she
surprises me.

   "Can you do my bum hole?"

   "We can if you like."

   "I want you to."

   That comment seems to replenish the lack of hydraulics; my flaccid shaft
seems to be erecting itself.  Enjoying this moment, my finger finds that
tight opening and is soon immersed up to the second knuckle.  The heat of
her anal opening is striking; she demonstrates some anal control by
squeezing my finger.  It will be a pleasure to take her anal cherry.  My
stomach growls, Ryelin looks up and grins.

   "It sounds like you are hungry."

   "We both need to eat if we are going to continue doing this sort of
thing!"

   "I don't want to stop, that's for sure."

   Getting out of bed she descends the stairs naked and retrieves her
suitcase.  Finding a robe she covers herself.

   "Do you think the water is hot by now?  I need to clean up otherwise I
will drip on everything.  You really have a lot of cream; this mess reminds
me of mom."

   That comment makes me squint, that night after enjoying Tiffany: her
daughters were aware of what had happened between us.  I have to admit
seeing my pinkish cum seeping down Ryelin's thighs reminds me of the
wonderful thing that just happened.

   "It should be, try it in the sink, and if it is okay take a shower. 
Everything you need is in the cabinet."

   She disappears and in minutes the shower is running.  As soon as she
re-appears, I take my turn.  The last thing I wanted to remove is the scent
of our romp but the thought of doing more has me showering.  With us both
squeaky clean we are in the eating area devouring our lunch.

   At five the sun is starting to set.  Ryelin is sprawled out on the sofa
watching television; I am making an unsuccessful attempt at reading one of
the articles.  My eyes keep diverting towards her exposed legs.  Her robe
is just long enough to cover the coveted area of her young and vibrant
body.

   Finally surrendering to my desires of more Ryelin, I quit the charade of
trying to read and just stare and imagine what will happen next.  She
shifts her position so that she is on her tummy, her beautiful shaped
bottom outlined in her robe.  In my mind I can see the sight of her
beautiful anal opening and the well-defined rim surrounding the dime-sized
aperture.  Do I eat it or enjoy it sexually?  Well, maybe both.  Finally
she rolls to her back, the robe parts and everything is revealed to me. 
Noticing the focus of my attention she spreads her legs.  Her luv lips are
swollen and moist, has she been thinking like me?  The labia are a
beautiful shade of pink and extended nearly an inch.  I'm sure they are
calling me; the view has my mouth watering.  Tasting Ryelin is a joy to say
the least.

   "You like looking between my legs don't you?"

   That comment catches me off guard and my blush is so warm that I can
feel it all over my body.

   "What can I say, you caught me staring.  There's nothing, in my view,
that's more appealing than what's between a woman's legs, and you're a
superior example."

   Her smile tells me the complement is well received.  She makes a point
of spreading her legs more, enough to open her blossom.  On my knees, I
crawl towards her, under her watchful eyes.  Within three feet her animal
scent assails me and it seems to target my rod that's now poking out of my
robe.  As soon as my face is close to home, Ryelin's hands are on the back
of my head pulling into her pussy.  My senses are assailed with her scent
and that of soap and body splash.  Tiffany has instructed her daughter well
in the wiles of being a woman!

   Since we didn't have dessert at lunch, I am partaking of mine now.  My
reward is two-fold: the intoxicating taste, and the sounds coming from
Ryelin.  For some reason she lifts her legs, arms encircle her knees and
she pulls her legs towards her head exposing the cutest asshole.  With the
excitement she is experiencing it is open, an amazing target of pink in a
land of coffee skin.  Flicking it with my tongue, her body trembles as the
sensation travels through her body.  Between eating her pussy and asshole
she experiences multiple climaxes.  As before my tongue and jaw begins to
tire and my neck begins to ache, an affliction of old age.

   "Please stop, I can't take anymore!"

   It's a welcome respite for me.  She rolls over on her tummy, her legs
partial spread giving me a view of her last virgin opening.  Caressing both
cheeks my finger explores the damp opening, slipping in to my first
knuckle, Ryelin clasps me, showing excellent muscle control.  Slowly my
finger saws in and out, she manages to contract at least once in every
three strokes.  My soldier is hardening in anticipation.  Ryelin twists and
looks at me.

   "I think I'm ready now."

   "Okay!"

   "I want to do anything you want me to; I know you won't hurt me!  Mom
said you were a pussy cat."

   Just how much of a discussion did the girls have with mom after she left
me that morning?  Each morsel of information seems to expand deeper and
deeper as if the girls got a blow by blow description.  It's no wonder that
Jayden is so bold if she knows everything Tiffany and I enjoyed that night.
Ryelin is quite content to allow me to enjoy her body as well.  It's like
she knows she is first in all endeavors.

   "Are you ready?"

   "Just tell me what to do."

   "Spread your cheeks, and then we need some lube."

   Appling a large gob of KY jelly, her body reacts to the coolness.  Using
my finger to ensure everything is coated, I then coat my raging hardon. 
The way I feel it isn't going to last long.  I need relief.  Arranging my
body behind her, she reaches back and spreads her bottom again. 
Introducing the head of my cock to her tight orifice, with a little
pressure the mushroom head slips in.  There's a large gasp from Ryelin as
she feels her rim stretching.  In this awkward position, I am straddling
her body waiting to feel her anal muscles to relax as they become
accustomed to my intruder.  Finally she's able to accept nearly half my
length, stopping again for a few moments; the next thrust has my balls
against her pussy.

   "How do you feel?"

   "Like someone has their fist in my ass.  I'm so full and so stretched.
I'm sure you are into my stomach."

   Gently at first I start the pumping action; as soon as she starts
thrusting back I quicken the pace.  Soon we are slamming our bodies into
each other, held in place by my shaft.  In my experience as long as the
girls are introduced to anal with compassion and by making sure that it's
as painless as possible they can realize the joys of anal sex.  Ryelin is
no different.  Her breathing is staggered; my only hope is I can hold out
till she explodes with her first anal climax.  It's going to take some
willpower, as the urge to blow is there.  Then she pushes back against me
and freezes, a sure sign for me to let everything go.  Surge after surge
flows into her as my ejaculation finally comes to an end.  Collapsing I
guide her body to its side while we are still attached.  The aftermath is
pure joy.  We lay joined for ten minutes before my cock slips out.

   "Ryelin that was wonderful, thank you!  How do you feel?"

   "Humm, great, I never really thought of my bum as sexy.  I hope we can
do it again."

   Music to my ears, we snuggle up and sleep over takes both of us.  It
really has been a very full day.

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   Over the next three days it's more of the same, Ryelin insists on doing
everything as many times as my old battered body can muster.  Numerous
times she uses her hand and mouth to stiffen my tool.  I hate to say this
but I'm totally sexed out.

   Wednesday morning waking after a night of continuous sex, my mouth, my
neck and my body all ache, Ryelin's cuddled into my chest, her leg between
my legs.  The sun is bright reflecting off fresh snow that has fallen
during the night.  While reminiscing about the wonderful events of this
visit, there's a very odd sensation on my skin, like something is wet. 
Accepting it as a figment of my imagination then Ryelin's eyes open; she
smiles and extends her arms around my neck hugging me, and then her body
stiffens.  The look on her face is of total horror.

   "I'm sorry Don."

   There's a tear in her eye.

   "Sorry?  What've you got to be sorry about?"

   "I think I started my period."

   Bingo, it wasn't my imagination, lifting the covers confirms her fears.
To say it's a mess is an understatement.  Perhaps the continuous sex helped
create her heavy flow, of that I'm no expert.  Hugging her close my face
buried in her hair.

   "There's nothing to be sorry about, it's a natural thing.  The sheet and
blankets will wash out."

   Still sobbing I kiss her in spite of morning breath.  Just the thought
of her menstruating has me hard.  When I gently push her back on the pillow
and move to mount her she looks surprised.  Lowering my body my cock finds
heaven and easily slips into Ryelin.  In seconds she changes from being
embarrassed to co-operating fully, her hips meeting my thrusts.  Finally
she stiffens and cums hard.  Just letting everything go, my ejaculation
does me proud considering what has been happening up to this point. 
Exhausted, rolling to my back, Ryelin crawls on top of me panting.

   "I can't believe we did that."

   "Why do you say that?"

   "I've my period and it's so messy."

   "But it certainly hit the spot didn't it."

   Not answering she just tries to bury her body into mine.  I can see a
grin on her face, all the admission needed.  My wife was always horny at
her time of the month; we had some of the best sex at that time.  It was
messy but was it good.

   "I think we better have a shower, things are going to get a little
ripe."

   For my kind thought she hits me, not once but three times then gets out
of bed racing to the shower.  Her legs look like we've been killing
chickens.  Getting up to follow her, I am no better off.  Stripping the
bed, I deposit all the bedding in the washer with a liberal measurement of
detergent.  Joining Ryelin in the shower I see that the water running off
her body is reddish.  She looks at me sheepishly.

   "Don't think anything of it.  It won't hamper anything we do."

   "It's a bit embarrassing."

   "Not to let it bother you!  As you just found out it doesn't interfere
with what we can do."

   The shower refreshes both of us.  After devouring a large breakfast, we
dress and take a walk around the area.  The fresh snow produced a winter
wonderland.  It's tranquil.  The only sounds we hear are the occasional
bird, other than that the quiet is deafening.

   Over the balance of the week, the washer and dryer get a continual
workout, not to mention the shower, some days we jointly have four. 
Fortunately by Saturday Ryelin is showing only a trace.  She really looks
sexy with that white string hanging from heaven and if we're not in bed
Ryelin makes sure that she has my attention between times.  The only time
she wears lingerie is when we go out.

   Saturday night is something special besides being New Years Eve; it's
our last night sleeping together.  New Years Day is for packing and
traveling back to Abbotsville.  After a delicious steak dinner we cuddle on
the sofa just staring out the window at the dark.  Later that night after
our love making, Ryelin falls asleep in my arms.  For me our love-making
seems to take hours as I explore her young body and enjoy her scent of her
shampoo, bath soap and her being.

   Sunday is a somber day knowing all that has been so good is ending. 
Since today is a time for gathering and packing Ryelin is fully dressed in
form fitting slacks and sweater.  Even clothed I can't keep my eyes off her
bottom.  At two, we are packed and everything is in the Suburban, the
cottage is clean and we are poised to leave.  Ryelin comes to me; there are
tears in her eyes.

   "I wish we're just starting the week instead of ending it."

   "Humm, I could handle that knowing what a wonderful guest you are."

   Her lips are moist, her lipstick tasty as we kiss.  Her hand slips
between us and rubs my very impressive hard on.  If the sun had have been
shining I certainly would have entertained enjoying one last bout of sex
but it has been snowing for nearly three hours and is getting late.  Rather
than taking the chance of being snowed in, or worse, slipping off the
roadway we reluctantly lock up.  The trip to the main highway is exciting
to say the least but we make it without incident.

   When we are nearing Abbotsville, I turn on my cell.  Our Christmas break
is officially over.  The dial lights up and finds a signal.

   "Can I call mom and tell her we are on our way?  She is a worrier and
with the weather the way it is it will make her feel better."

   I watch and listen to the one sided conversation.  Ryelin doesn't say
anything about our relationship; three times she looks at me smiles and
gives a very bland comment to her mom.  When she asks me how long it would
it would be till we get into Abbotsville, I answer two hours.

   "About three and a half hours mom, yes I'll call you when we are close."

   When I look at her she just gives me her smile.

   "What does Jayden want?"

   "Okay I will talk to her."

   The conversation on this side seems like a series of grunts and sighs,
finally she says goodbye.  She still has that silly grin on her face.  Me,
I am still wondering why the time differences?  Frankly, I have a very
stupid look on my face.

   "That will give us time to go to your house.  I want to feel my pussy
full of you one last time.  With school tomorrow, I need it."

   I have to admit I'd thought of it as well but didn't want to say
anything after what Ryelin had given me this past week.  She reaches over
and pats my rising tool and gives it a squeeze.

   Once in the garage, it isn't long before we are in the bedroom and
undressed, then she takes me to the bathroom and plunks herself on the
throne, spreading her legs displaying that beautiful white string dangling
from her swollen pussy.

   "I want you to take it out.  It really makes me horny watching your
eyes."

   Savoring this chore, I slowly tug until it starts to move outwards, the
plug is barely tinted with red as she is very near the end of her period.
Looking at her feeling proud of my great accomplishment she smiles grunts
and a golden stream issues forth.  The sight of her peeing strikes a cord.
My tool gives another push to the maximum extension.  Watching a girl pee
does that to me.  Once done she looks at me, it appears my job is not done.
With tissue in hand, I gently dab the few drops off heaven.  Her hands are
on my ears; she pulls me forward and kisses me.  Then with a flush she
stands, kisses me again and pulls me to the bedroom.  Of all the times we
have had the best sex in the world, this turns out to be the most memorable
and perfect way to end New Years Day.

   Spent, I roll over to the side.  Ryelin has a death grip on my neck.

   "Thank you for a wonderful week."

   As much as we didn't want it to end, we have to be on our way.  Ryelin
inserts her tampon with great fanfare making sure she has my attention;
she's such a little tart but a sexy little tart.

   "I want to keep your cream as long as possible.  If my sisters knew they
would be on my case as soon as I walk in the door."

   It's an exhausted Don that climbs into the Suburban to continue our
drive to Ryelin's apartment.  She uses the cell again and advises her mom
that we are in the city and should be home shortly.  Hanging up she has the
sinister grin on her face again.  What is she up too?

   "Don, I have a confession to make."

   Oh, oh.  What is coming now?

   "And what is that?"

   "Don't be angry at me."

   "What're you talking about, angry about what?"

   "It's Jayden."

   "What about Jayden?"

   "I promised her that I'd ask you something."

   Shit, it's like pulling teeth to get whatever it is out of her.  There's
a feeling that it may be something I'm not going to like.

   "I promised her that I would ask you to let her use your computer this
week, I told her it would be okay as I'm sure you wouldn't mind.  Is Friday
night okay?"

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