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   Copyright (c) 2004, Jack Spratt.  ALL Rights Reserved

   Date of first publication: Sunday PM, November 14, 2004

   Story codes: m/fff/F

   Story intro: Rick continues to enjoy his new relationship with the girls
and of course Brandi.  The Popp family comes into his life providing a
number of possibilities for the future.  Megan's return has a very joyful
reunion.  Enjoy



   Preteen Summer - New Developments

   Another Story By

   Jack Spratt

   Special thanks to my Proof Reader, George Davis

   Since it has been over a month since Preteen Summer was posted, you
might want to read it again before starting this sequel.

   The much maligned Leigh is still much maligned.  Brandi is pregnant and
glowing, and Peggy and Jane and his tree house friend, Megan, are still???
And, as Jack does so well, a new twist is added.  No cheating and reading
the end first, it isn't there.  - George Davis

   **************** ******************** ***************** ********* Riding
to the park for my rendezvous with Peggy and Jane, I still can't believe
what's happened to me this summer.  Everything is the furthest thing that
anyone could've ever imagined.  Just leaving Brandi's bedroom remembering
all the things she taught me and to hopefully take Peggy's cherry with that
knowledge, gives me a boost.  Next week Megan will be home, and with her
cherry to enjoy, oh maybe!  I can't wait to share and hopefully show all
the new and fantastic experiences I've had.  All the wonderful memories
have me sporting a hardon.

   The pool is the usual beehive of activity.  Peggy and Jane are nowhere
in sight.  Then a disturbed feeling comes over me, what if Jane's mom found
out about us experimenting yesterday.  If she did and they confessed to
what happened, likely her mom and dad are waiting for me.  Locking my bike,
then I head for the bench where are supposed to meet.  Nervously looking
around, indicates nothing out of the ordinary.  Maybe they're just late or
Peggy just chickened out.

   While cooling my heels and waiting, My imagination goes wild while
looking at the other girls in the pool and their attractive moms who are
watching.  A number of young girls, similar to the children that tweaked
interest in pussies in the first place are splashing each other just in
front of me, they have my attention.  Their mom is hovering over them like
a mother hen; she's wearing tight red shorts and a loose white shirt with
an open neck line.  Every time she leans over, her beautiful massive
breasts hang loose and unencumbered from her body.  They're tipped with
very large brown nipples, her white lacy bra hangs just beyond them. 
Sitting back, sunglasses in place, my towel camouflaging my hardon, I lean
back and enjoy the captivating view.  Is she aware of the show she is
giving anyone who cares to look?  Her face is cute, covered with freckles,
making me wonder if the rest of her body is also inflicted with the same
thing.  Her full lips are coated with a nice shade of red lipstick.  Her
long reddish hair, tied in a ponytail, swishes from side to side as she
moves.  She seems satisfied with the girls and actually moves towards me.
Then she surprises me by sitting beside me.  Staring at her bare legs has
my imagination working as well as my cock.  What wonders are between them?

   "The girls are a handful, you can't take your eyes off them."

   Since there's no one else around she must be talking to me.

   "I really don't know I don't have any brothers or sisters."

   She looks at me and smiles.  Her lips look so inviting.

   "When you're older and married you'll have children and guaranteed
they'll be a handful.  You can count on it."

   As she concentrates on her young ones, I concentrate on her.  Her age is
a guess, maybe a bit older than Brandi.  She has a lot more than Brandi
breast wise; they stand out admirably.  She's a very attractive mom, with
nice tanned shapely legs.  When she leans a bit forward the material of her
shorts tightens on her pussy, showing me her camel toe in detail.  Then she
turns and looks at me.

   "You come here often don't you?  I've seen you in the pool, a couple of
times with a black lady."

   "She's my neighbor, she and her husband just moved into Bayfield.  His
was transferred recently."

   "That's neighborly of you to show her around."

   "Thank you, do you live close to the park?"

   "Not too far away, I try to bring my two girls as often as possible. 
They're crazy about the water."

   We chat about all kinds of things from the pool to schools, the more I
get to know about her the more impressed I am about her.  But the odds are
she can't be interested in a twelve year old when she has a husband and
young children to take care of.  Where're Peggy and Jane?

   "My name is Suzanne Popp."

   "Please to meet you, I'm Rick Perry.  I live on Peel Street with my
dad."

   "And your mom?"

   "She died three years ago."

   Suzanne reaches over and pats my leg, her hand feels hot and
uncontrollable my cock flicks upwards causing the towel to move.  She
notices.  Suzanne looks at me, then at the towel and smiles and turns away.
Me, I'm blushing.

   "Rick, do you do any babysitting?  On occasion, I've to go out and
getting someone to baby-sit is a challenge."

   "I've done a bit."

   "If you're interested give me a call, I'll need someone soon, someone I
can count on.  My regular girl has a part time job at McDonald's and is no
longer available.  Here's my number.  I like to have a new sitter come over
a few times to let my daughters get to know you."

   "I'll give you a call.  I promise."

   Suzanne is at the pool again, ushering two young girls out of the water
and towards a large knapsack, she gets out two large towels and dries both
girls, again giving me a view of two wonderful breasts.  I can nearly taste
those nipples.  They pack up and leave, but not before Mrs.  Popp waves
goodbye.  Just when I'm about to go into the water, Peggy and Jane appear.

   "What happened, I thought maybe you weren't coming?"

   "When I got home last night mom had a bird.  I was supposed to clean my
room.  She stood over me this morning until I was done.  That's why we were
late, thank goodness Jane helped me or I still wouldn't be done."

   "How do you feel, Jane?"

   She smiles and leans over and whispers.

   "My pussy is still a bit swollen.  You should have seen the mess in my
panties.  It's a good thing mom didn't see.  I washed then when I showered
last night.  Peggy says she wants to try today."

   "Do you girls want to go swimming?"

   "No, do you?"

   "Maybe later, do you want to go?"

   Surprisingly, it's Peggy who grabs my hand leading me away from the
pool. Jane grabs my other hand.  Before veering off the path we all take a
look around, no one in the area, we dash to our secret place.  Both girls
take out their blankets and spread them, and then look at me; I spread mine
on top of theirs.  Peggy has her hand on her zipper watching me.  Quickly
lowering my fly, my tented cock pokes out of my shorts.  It's a mad dash to
get undressed.  Both Peggy and Jane sit with their knees crossed spreading
their beautiful pussies.  Sitting across from them I just stare between
their legs.  Jane's pussy is still puffy, Peggy's has noticeable moisture
seeping from hers, and she's excited.  I still can't believe this is
happening but am overjoyed it is.

   "Jane and I talked last night.  She told me how good it feels once you
get it in.  I'm afraid, I don't like being hurt."

   Is she having second thoughts?  I know enough to not try and force her,
I'm sure Jane will be willing be my partner if Peggy doesn't.  Her pussy
really looks good swollen like it is.  Grabbing my cock, I rub it.

   "It isn't something you have to do.  If you want to watch, maybe Jane
and I can do it again."

   "Yes, I'm willing.  I like feeling you on top of me.  Do you want to
Peggy?  If not, I will."

   "No, I want to try, if you can do it I can too."

   Moving beside Peggy, I lean over and kiss her.  There's a surprised look
on her face.

   "Don't you like to be kissed?"

   "I do now, you are the first boy that did it too me.  I've only been
kissed by grownups and never like that."

   Lowering her onto her back, I kiss her again and then move to her
nipple. They stand out from her body, waiting to be nibbled and kissed. 
I'm sure they get harder as my lips touch.  Peggy's belly button is small
but deep, she giggles as my tongue delves into it.  Now close to her pussy,
her scent has me trembling.  It's much like Megan's, mild, but heady. 
Kissing her pussy her body stiffens, I think I shocked her.

   "What are you doing?  You kissed my tinkle."

   "Did you like it?  I like kissing pussies.  Yours is tasty."

   "You didn't kiss my tinkle yesterday."

   In seconds, that's remedied.  Jane's pussy tastes a bit stronger than
Peggy's.  Using my tongue, I attempt to enter her.  Jane's legs seem to
spread to their maximum exposing her tight anal opening coated with her
pussy juice.  My finger slips in, her body stiffens.  She is trying to
expel my finger.  With my mouth on her pussy and the sawing action in her
asshole she's soon moaning in pleasure.  With all my mouth experience with
Brandi and Megan she's soon at the height of a climax.

   "That isn't fair; you're supposed to be doing me."

   Moving from Jane, Peggy looks at my face coated with Jane's juice, she
giggles.  Pushing her onto her back again, I kiss her giving her a taste of
Jane.  Following the same course that I did with Jane, both of her nipples
prove very sensitive as well as her belly button.  Her hips lift when my
tongue licks her pussy; my finger finds her asshole and disappears.  She
isn't surprised as she watched when I fingered Jane.  Concentrating on her
small clitoris quickly brings her to her first climax.  As the feeling
subsides, I position myself on top of her.  Looking down into her eyes,
there's fear of the unknown.  A hand gropes me, as Jane guides my missile
to its silo.  My tonguing and the flow of her juice has made Peggy very
moist.  My cock slides in and hits resistance.

   "I can feel you pushing against something."

   "Just like Jane yesterday, do you still want it?"

   Her answer is lifting her hips pushing against my shaft.  Our combined
efforts have me sliding deep into her.  It wasn't as bad as with Jane.

   "You feel okay?"

   "I didn't feel much more than a slight pinch.  I feel full now."

   My root is buried to the hilt deep in this eleven-year-old.  This
feeling is something I'll never get enough of.  The heat and the pressure
of her tight opening is way beyond explaining.  Brandi's pussy is large and
feels so soft on my root, but with Peggy and Jane; it feels so different
like something is squeezing me.  My rhythm is taking its toll on Peggy, her
eyes are wide and her breathing is getting erratic, a sure sign I've done
my job in bringing her to the top and then over.  When her arms tighten
around my neck and her body stiffens, my flood is released.  My ejaculation
isn't as strong or as bountiful as it was with Jane because Brandi got a
share this morning.  All in all it has been quite an interesting day and it
isn't over yet.

   Again my cock has a coating of pinkish liquid, this time I cautiously
walk to the lake, making sure I can't see anyone then wash my cock. 
Returning to the blanket Jane is telling Peggy what happened to her panties
yesterday.  She reaches into her backpack and retrieves a large pile of
tissues.

   "Put these in your panties when you get home and tell your mom you feel
gritty because you got sand in your clothing and then have a shower.  Make
sure you wash yourself really good.  I used the shower hose on my pussy."

   Walking towards the girls on the blanket, both have their pussies
exposed to me.  Peggy's has a stream of my pinkish liquid seeping from
hers; Jane's is puffy and moist.  She looks at me, then at my stub.

   "Do you think you can do me again?"

   "If I can get hard, we can try."

   "Can I help it get hard?"

   "You are, just by keeping your legs spread for me will do it."

   Peggy is dabbing the cream seeping from her pussy with tissues, a very
sexual sight since it's my cream, her juice and blood.  Looking at Jane,
she surprises me, she is using her finger rubbing her clitoris while the
girls talk to each other.  It doesn't seem to bother Peggy.  Soon I'm
sporting a hardon.  Jane notices and smiles.

   "Oh Rick, you're ready."

   Just like we have been doing this for years she lies on the blanket and
spreads her legs and looks at me.  Now between her legs, her hand grabs my
woody and guides me to her opening.  This time my cock easily slips into
the depths of her young body.  Again Jane has a bear hug on me, pulling me
down.  My little ass slowly starts humping her.  It feels fantastic, but
the urge to ejaculate isn't as urgent as it has been in the past.  I'm
enjoying this.  The tightness on my cock feels warm and moist.  Soon she's
panting in my ear.  Not missing a beat I continue to stroke in and out
bringing her to climax, but no ejaculation on my part so I keep up the same
pace.  Jane cums three times before the urge overcomes me to ejaculate. 
Relaxing on top of Jane, my shaft slowly starts to shrink.

   There's no need to go to the lake this time, the only thing on my cock
is a clear coat of pussy juice.  When we leave I can't help but feel good
about myself, what a summer.

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

   Megan will be back on Monday, Brandi's husband will be on another
business trip within the week, and both Peggy and Jane are now my very
close friends.  What could be better for a twelve year old geek?

   At dinner I tell dad of the proposal for babysitting.  He surprises me
with his agreement.

   "I'm proud of you son, you must be doing something right to be noticed
by a young mother in that crowd at the pool.  Of course you can baby sit,
it'll help you learn responsibility and earn some money.  Give Mrs.  Popp a
call and tell her you've my blessing.  I hope it works out for both of you.
You need to meet new people, you can't spend your summer mopping around the
house."

   Smiling at my dad and nodding at his approval, I can't help but
wondering what he would say if he knew what his preteen son has been doing
for the last two months.  Getting Brandi pregnant has to be the ultimate.
Learning how to satisfy girls with my tool will be with me the rest of my
life.  After cleaning up the kitchen and making dad's lunch, I give Mrs. 
Popp a call.

   "Mrs.  Popp?"

   "Yes, who is this?"

   "It's Rick Perry; we talked at the pool today."

   "I was hoping you'd call.  I just talked to my usual babysitter and she
as much as told me if I could get another to take her place, she would be
grateful and not feel so guilty about leaving me in the lurch.  She is
getting extra hours."

   "My dad thinks it would be a good thing for me."

   "Your dad sounds like a smart man.  So when do you want to come over?"

   "What would be a good time for you?"

   "How about tomorrow, say about six?  The girls get ready for bed at
seven-thirty.  I want to make sure they're comfortable with you.  If you
can do this for a couple of evenings, it'd be a great help and make me feel
better."

   "Great, I'll be over tomorrow at six or very close to it; I've to clean
the kitchen after dinner."

   Mrs.  Popp gives me her address before hanging up.  Now that's taken
care of, it's a bath for me and then ready for bed.  It's been a very
fulfilling day.  First Brandi, then Peggy and finally Jane, grasping my
cock I give it a few strokes.  The craziest thing is that it feels thicker.
Not too long ago I could wrap my fingers around it easily, but now I can't.
Trying again confirms it.  Considering my past-time before my involvement
with Brandi and the girls was masturbation, the size change is discernible.

   Waking up the sun is pouring through my window.  My usual morning woody
is present and my visual reconnoitering of my cock confirms last night's
revelation.  My cock is bigger in girth, now all it has to do is grow
longer.  Looking out the window and surveying my kingdom, I notice Leigh's
car is not in the driveway, Brandi's alone.  It would be nice if she called
me over.  The curtains are still drawn.  With the possibility of enjoying
Brandi, I don't masturbate.  Eating breakfast with a hardon is very
uncomfortable.  In the back yard, a sound of a door opening and closing
next door should mean Brandi is moving about.  Cautiously, peering through
a crack in the fence, confirms she is in the back yard enjoying a coffee.

   "Good morning Brandi."

   Her face beams with a smile when she sees me.  She's wearing a
housecoat, her face radiant, with her lips shining with gloss.  She looks
awesome.  As she moves her house coat falls to the side of her body,
exposing her shapely legs.  She beckons for me to come over.

   "I was hoping you would be up early.  Leigh had to go in for a meeting
and won't be back until late this afternoon.  I really miss you Rick."

   All the yards are separated by high fences giving privacy on the sides,
the back yard faces a large pond and woods, and no one can see us.  We sit
facing each other; she notices my eyes are on her legs.  Shifting, her legs
spread wider; she pulls the housecoat hem towards her waist.  Slowly her
beautiful pussy appears.  Moisture is forming on her love lips; as usual
the coloring is breathtaking.

   "Would you like to go inside?"

   Not being able to speak, I only nod.  She gets up and offers me her
hand. We don't stop until we're in her bedroom.  She drops her housecoat,
confirming she is naked.  Her arms circle my head and she pulls me into her
small breasts.  She smells so good.

   "I got up as soon as Leigh left had a shower and got myself ready as if
I was going on a date.  All the time I was hoping you would be available."

   Her lips feel so soft and tasty as she kisses me.  Quickly, I'm
undressed and we're side by side on the bed.  Squirming, we try to make as
much skin contact as humanly possible.  Brandi's so good for me.  Finally
breaking our embrace she takes my hand and puts it on her tummy.

   "In a few months this will be sticking out and it's all because of
this."

   Leaving my hand on her stomach, she reaches for my engorged cock,
squeezing.  We're eye to eye, Brandi's pink tongue moistening her lips. 
Leaning over we kiss, she slips her tongue into my mouth.  My mind
instructs me to slip down her body and give her pussy the attention it so
rightly deserves.  There isn't anything I can do to show what a difference
her pussy has made in my life.  The pleasure it bestowed on me can never be
repaid.  In time the lips I'm presently licking and kissing will open and a
child will slip thorough.  The child a result of what Brandi taught me.

   With my mouth glued to her pussy, her hands are on the back of my head
pulling me deeper, time seems to stand still.  Eating pussy, especially
Brandi's is something I've learned to enjoy.  Not only does it show her and
the girls my respect for what they're providing me, I've learned to enjoy
their unique tastes.  When Brandi tugs on my hair, it's a sign to slowly
move up her body and bury my cock.  This's a wonderful way to start a
morning.  Brandi, her eyes closed is fully into a relaxed rhythm.  She's
humming a soft tune, while running her hands up and down my back as we
enjoy the ultimate feeling just before our mutual climax.  Brandi hugs me
to her body, enjoying the afterglow.

   "Leigh will be leaving on another road trip starting Tuesday.  He'll be
gone for two weeks.  I hope you are available."

   My kiss confirms that I'll be here as often as possible.

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

   It's ten after six when I arrive at Mrs.  Popp's house.  It's a large
two story unit, with a nice lawn and all kinds of flowers.  Mrs.  Popp
answers the door before the second chime.

   "Hello Rick, welcome.  The girls are still in the kitchen, come and I'll
introduce you to them."

   Both girls are dressed in short, shorts and cut off T-shirts sporting
novel pictures of cartoons.  The oldest is also sporting two very
interesting protrusions.  Maybe she's nipples like her mom.

   "Girls this is Rick Perry.  Rick, meet Shantel and Shenelle.  You have
to watch Shantel; she is nine going on nineteen.  Shenelle is seven but can
be a tease like her sister."

   Both are looking at me as I stare at them.  Shantel, the oldest, is the
one sporting the very noticeable nipples.  Both have very fine long blond
hair, unlike their mother's long reddish hair.  I can't help but admire
their shapely bodies even if they are young.  With my experience with
girls, I can appreciate their long shapely legs and the wonders between
them.

   "Hello girls."

   "Rick may be your babysitter when I've to go out.  Mary can no longer
baby-sit as she has a job."

   "Hi Rick."

   It's Shantel.

   "Would you like to see the house?  If you are going to baby-sit you will
have to know where everything is in the event of an emergency."

   "Okay."

   Shantel grabs my hand, it's soft and warm.  Hand in hand we head for the
stairs.  Shenelle follows.

   "This's mom's room."

   There's a large queen sized bed with matching accessories.  Seeing
Suzanne's bed, I wonder where her husband is.  Shenelle walks past us and
climbs on the bed lying down with her legs spread.  Her tight shorts
display a beautiful form that has my root rising to the occasion.

   "Where's your dad?"

   Both girls look at each other and smile.

   "Mom and dad are divorced.  It's been nearly a year now.  We see dad for
two weeks in the summer and some weekends when he's in town.  He works and
makes lots of money."

   Of course my thoughts go to Suzanne wondering if she has a boyfriend. 
Shenelle's still on the bed and now moving her legs back and forth keeping
my eyes focused on her pussy.  This's not lost on Shantel.

   "Shenelle quit being such a slut.  Don't pay any attention to her Rick."

   Shantel leads me to another bedroom.  There's a large bed covered with
stuffed animals.  The basic color is a soft rose, from the walls to the bed
linen.  Shantel climbs onto the bed.

   "This's my room.  You're the first guy who has ever seen it."

   Shantel moves to the middle of the bed, all the while looking at me. 
She mimics her sister by laying back, knees up legs spread.  What she has
between her legs rivals Megan and the other girls.  Her love lips are well
defined molded in her shorts.  There's nothing I can do about my automatic
reaction.  My cock is tenting and is noticed by Shantel.  Are nine year old
girls interested in sex?

   Embarrassed, I leave the room, Shenelle meets me in the hall.  She takes
my hand and leads me to the very large bathroom.  The counter top is
covered with jars and bottles of scent and all the items used by women. 
All I can think of is seeing the girls in the tub naked.

   "You'll be helping us bath, you know that."

   That's one thing I didn't know.  Helping them bath, she can't be
serious. Shenelle grabs my hand again and leads me to another bedroom.  It
is all done in a baby blue.

   "This's my room."

   With that she jumps on the bed and gives me the same display as she did
on her moms.  Do girls this young taste as good as the older girls? 
Remembering the two young girls that started my quest for pussy, I want to
see between Shenelle's legs.

   "You can lie beside me you know.  I won't bite."

   As much as I'd love too, it isn't something Mrs.  Popp would likely
approve of.  Backing out of the room, taking one last savoring look between
Shenelle's legs, I leave her heading down stairs, but first looking in at
Shantel.  She is still lying on the bed but I'm sure her crotch is wrinkled
and damp looking.  She just smiles at me.

   Downstairs Mrs.  Popp is finishing up the dishes.  She looks so
appealing in her tight shorts, her hair just shines.  It difficult to
believe she's living alone.

   "You've a very nice house, Mrs.  Popp."

   "Thank you, my ex loves paying for it, the bastard.  Sorry, I shouldn't
have said that, but when you come home one day and find him in my bed with
his secretary, it doesn't leave a loving feeling."

   That comment makes me feel a bit apprehensive.

   "I didn't mean to embarrass you Rick.  My ex is paying through the nose
for his transgressions.  He'll be paying alimony forever and child support
until both girls are out of college.  The agreement has just been
completed, he tried to have it reduced, but I didn't give his lawyer any
grounds.  I've been like a saint for over a year.  You're the first male
I've had in the house since it started."

   Why's she telling me all of this?  Even from this distance her scent is
intoxicating.  Her back is too me, giving me an opportunity to study her
bottom.  Her shorts are buried in her bum crack, making me wonder how
interesting her rosebud must be.  Is she like Brandi who enjoys her
rosebud. Now my hardon is at full growth.

   "What do you think of the girls?"

   "They're nice, like their mom."

   She turns and looks at me with a questioning look on her face.  Her eyes
run up and down my slim body, I'm sure she noticed my tent, but she didn't
let on.

   "You're awfully young to be faltering married women.  But thank you, I
like it."

   "Well, it's true."

   "Did the girls give you a hard time?  They are very daring at times. 
Don't let them get the better of you.  They only see their dad on occasion
and sometimes can be overbearing."

   "They were a little bold."

   "Can you handle them?"

   "I think so."

   For the next twenty minutes she goes through what is expected of me as a
babysitter.  When she realizes I can cook she is surprised as her other
babysitter couldn't boil water, her words.

   Over the next week, I visit the Popp's several times and each time the
girls get more familiar with me.  Mrs.  Popp mentions the girls like me and
when the need comes up I'll be called upon as a babysitter.

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

   Brandi and I are together at least once a day for the next two weeks. 
It seems the more sex we have the more we need.  Each morning as soon as
dad leaves the house, I'm at her back door and she's waiting.  We spend
most of the morning in bed.  Our sex is so good.  I hope it never ends.

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

   On the first Tuesday when Leigh left Brandi for his extended business
trip, it was a very memorable day.  After leaving Brandi, I rushed to the
pool hoping to see Megan.  I have so much to show her.

   The crowds at the pool haven't thinned out as the weather has been very
warm making it the place to be.  Mrs.  Popp and Shantel and Shenelle are
there at least twice a week.  Today isn't one of them.  On my favorite
bench, I look for Megan.  Trying to spot her oversized bathing suit, I'm
disappointed when I can't find her.  Not that there isn't many girls and
mothers to take her place, but I want to show her what new things I have
learned.

   "Hi Rick."

   Turning, there's Megan, not in her dumpy bathing suit but in a yellow
two piece one that hugs her young body.  No wonder I didn't recognize her.
Her new suit exposes a lot of bare skin.  She looks beautiful.

   "Megan, hell you look good.  That's a new suit."

   "Mom bought for me.  I'm glad you like it."

   Even after my morning bout with Brandi, just looking at Megan has me
sprouting a hardon.  She sits beside me, her eyes on my cock.  Smiling, she
touches my leg.

   "I missed you Rick, I missed that too.  Do you want to go to the tree
house?"

   Her eyes are shining with mystery.  All I feel is a strong desire to be
close to her.  As much as I want to touch and hold her, our surroundings
dictate otherwise.

   "I would like that very much."

   As usually I follow her on her bike to the back of her garage.  Her new
bathing suit exposes a lot more of her bottom, her bum cheeks look very
sexy as she pumps the bike pedals.  Once at her house, it doesn't take us
long to climb the ladder and lock the trap door.  Then we kiss.

   "I thought of you every day when I was away.  You have no idea how often
I masturbated thinking of you.  I thought maybe you would forget me.  Did
you meet Jane and Peggy?  Did you do anything with them?  I told them you
were very nice."

   "They're nice girls.  I like them.  I'm glad you told them about us."

   As we talk we both are undressing.  Now naked, I enjoy looking at her.
She feels so good when we hug.  Now lying beside each other, her hand is on
my cock.  Leaning over I kiss her nipples.

   "Rick, did you grow?  You feel bigger."

   "Maybe a bit, not longer, just bigger, do you like more of me?"

   "I just like you being here with me.  I'm bit different as well."

   Looking at her breasts there doesn't appear to be any change, her
nipples are as taunt as usual and her titties seem the same size.  Her
belly button looks as haunting as usual, in the middle of her soft tummy,
so soft to put my face on and kiss.  Examining her from head to foot, I
don't want to appear not to notice something different and then the
discovery.  On the top of her pussy just above her clitoris are three
beautiful straight blond hairs, their shading makes them nearly invisible.
Leaning over, kissing the area gets me an aroma missing from my life for
over five weeks, Megan's pussy scent.  Lingering a moment, my lips cover
her pussy with butterfly kisses then I look up smiling.

   "They are beautiful Megan, the start of many more to come."

   "Do you think I should shave them?"

   "No, I don't, you will look beautiful with a thick matt of hair around
your kissable pussy."

   Clutching each other in a bear hug, we rub our bodies together.  Megan
is like a pair of old gloves, she feels so good against me.  Being the
first girl that let me see and enjoy what is between her legs, has earned
her a very special spot in my life.  Next is to introduce her to the
wonders of sex.

   After making her cum numerous times with my tongue, she pushes me back
and sits up.  With my cock in her hands she pumps and kisses me tasting her
pussy juice off my lips and face.  Her hand feels good on me.

   "So what did you and the girls do?  Jane is a big flirt.  Peggy is
usually the quiet one."

   "We did all kinds of stuff like we do, but I did miss you."

   "Did you do anything we haven't?"

   Megan watches my blush slowly consume my body.  She continues to pump my
cock bringing me to the edge three times.  She really does look beautiful
staring at me with that questioning look on her face.

   "So what did you do?  Did you put this in them?"

   Again my blush answers her.  She squeezes my cock.  She looks hurt.

   "What is wrong?"

   "I hoping I could have been your first.  Will you fit in me?"

   "I hope so Megan, you're my first girl, and you always will be."

   She lets go of my cock, leans over and kisses me, then pushes me to move
so she can lie down.  On her back she spreads her legs and looks at me. 
Her pink pussy is puffy and moist.  This time I lean over kissing her
nipples, her belly button and then her pussy.  My tongue finds her hard
clitoris.  She stiffens with enjoyment as my tongue massages her pimple. 
My manipulations have made her very wet.  Maneuvering between her legs my
cock is at heaven's opening.

   "Megan, you'll have to guide me."

   She grasps me, and then moving forward contact is made.  Her moist pussy
seems to spread for me allowing limited access inside of her, then the
resistance, her cherry.  Applying more pressure, Megan sucks in air as the
pain spreads through her body.

   "Oh Megan, I don't want to hurt you.  We can stop."

   "Did you stop with Jane and Peggy?"

   "No, we didn't."

   "Well, don't stop with me."

   If her cherry was like Peggy's this would be fate accomplished.  But it
is more like Jane's.  The resistance is very acute on the end of my cock.
The strength of her arms surprises me as she pulls me into her.  My thrusts
are more determined, finally her body winces and my tool sinks into her. 
We have accomplished our goal.  Putting all my prior experience to work, I
slow down my thrusts letting her body accept the intruder.  When her
strangle hold relaxes, I quicken the pace.  When her breathing gets
heavier, her body is now with the program.  The heat of her pussy on my
root is not helping me.  The urge to ejaculate is so strong, but I put it
out of my head.  Then in a loud voice she calls out.

   "Oh Rick, what's happening?"

   My small young partner is experiencing her first vaginal climax.  My
body seems to sense it long before my mind, as my body is jerking and
ejaculating my hot cream into Megan's warm interior.  Finally, the
crescendos come to a halt and we're both panting in each other's ear.

   "Rick, I am so glad you're my friend.  I never felt anything like that."

   Over the next three weeks Megan and I perfect that aspect of sex.  With
Brandi in the mornings, my afternoons are with Megan in the tree house. 
It's to the point of no pretense; all we want to do is fuck.  In that time
period I never see Peggy or Jane.

   Of course it's a big letdown is when Leigh returns from his road trip.
Having Brandi to myself for the two weeks has been marvelous.  She never
stop telling me how much of a difference I've made in her life and the joy
of being pregnant, she relishes the feeling.  Her doctor advised her all is
going well.  With Leigh thinking he's responsible for impregnating her, he
becomes a new person.  He calls her every night, even a couple of times
when we're in the middle of sex.  She would make me stop thrusting to take
the call, kissing me between comments and when done we would resume.

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

   My visits with the Popp family continue.  Shantel seems to have my
number as every time I visit she has me feeling stupid.  She seems to enjoy
teasing me, then staring at my tent in my pants.  She can make herself look
very sexy considering she is only nine.  Shenelle isn't much better, but
not quite as bold as her sister.  On Wednesday evening Mrs.  Popp asks me
to babysit Friday.  It would be my first evening alone with girls.

   "I've a dinner meeting that could run long into the night, I would need
you here before six if possible and I doubt I'll be home before midnight or
later, you might want to sleep over if it's okay with your dad."

   "I will call you tonight after I talk to dad."

   As it turns out dad isn't working on Saturday as usual, the section
where he works is being shut down for maintenance so my staying over won't
be any problem.  Calling Mrs.  Popp and confirming, she's relieved.

   Friday morning, I pack a small knapsack with my PJ's, toothbrush and a
change of clothes.  With that taken care of I view my domain from the
window hoping Brandi will be outside.  Unfortunately, that isn't the case
and after finishing up in the house, I'm basically done until five-thirty.

   Arriving early, Mrs.  Popp is still getting ready.  The girls are in the
kitchen finishing dinner.  Shantel looks different, beautiful but different
then it hits me, she is wearing lip-gloss and her eyes are made-up giving
her a sultry look.  A shiver runs up and down my body ending in my shaft.
Today is the first day in a long time that I haven't been milked by one of
the girls, so it hurts.

   "Hello girls, what are we going to do tonight?"

   Both look at each other smiling; there's communication between them that
I'm not privy to at this point.  They look like two predators about to
devour their prey, me!  Both get up from the table carrying dishes to the
washer.  Both are wearing the tightest shorts I've ever seen.  The crotches
are pulled into their small pussies and at the back the cress is buried
deep in their ass cracks, and I'm supposed to baby-sit and be a good boy.
It;ll be a challenge.  Mrs.  Popp scent precedes her into the kitchen. 
Turning, the vision has me staring with my mouth open.

   "Good evening Rick, it's good to know I still can get the attention of a
male even if he's young."

   Mrs.  Popp is wearing a black sheath dress that is hugs her every curve
and there're plenty.  It stops three inches above her knees.  The cleavage
shows the top of her ample breasts, with a teasing valley between them. 
Her nylon sheathed legs are awe inspiring set off by black high heel shoes.
Her reddish hair is styled as a piled on her head, her lips are coated, and
her eyes are like her daughters, they're haunting green and seem to be
laughing at me.  She looks like a fashion model.

   "I've never been this close to a fashion model."

   "Why thank you Rick, that makes it worthwhile getting all dressed up. 
Tonight's dinner is with a bunch of single parents like me."

   "I hope you have a good time.  Don't worry about the girls."

   "I won't.  You can sleep in the spare room; it's beside mine upstairs,
Shantel will show you."

   The sound of a horn gets our attention.

   "That's my ride, now girls don't give Rick a hard time.  Shantel, you
know what I mean.  They've to get ready for bed, but if it's okay with you
they can stay up later, Shenelle till eight, Shantel till nine.  You'll
have to make sure they've had their baths."

   The first thing that goes through my mind is how am I suppose to do
that? What do I know about girls bathing?  I shower every day, sometimes
more as before seeing Brandi or one of the girls.  Mom always said
cleanliness is a virtue.  It's worked for me.

   "Ah Mom, can't we stay up later."

   "You know the rules.  I've to go now, Rick, if you are sleeping when I
get home, I'll see you in the morning."

   There's a flurry of activity as Mrs.  Popp gets a wrap and throws it
over her shoulders and hurries out the door, leaving me with the girls. 
Shantel looks at me then heads upstairs, Shenelle follows her.  Shantel is
supposed to show me my bedroom, picking up my knapsack I follow.  At the
landing Shantel turns and looks at me and leads me to a closed door.

   "This's your bedroom; it's an adjoining bath with moms."

   She and Shenelle disappear into the main bathroom.  The bedroom is large
with a good sized bed.  There's lots of light coming in from the two
windows.  Curiosity gets to me, I investigate the bathroom.  There are
numerous bottles and containers on the counter, the scent of Mrs.  Popp is
heavy in the air and my hardon is automatic.  The dirty clothes hamper and
the small bundle of clothing that just happens to be on top has my
attention.  Looking both ways then realizing how stupid it is, I
investigate.  It's a black thong and a matching bra.  The material of the
thong is so soft; spreading it out shows a damp area at the crotch, on the
inside is a film of white crusty material partial dry, it's to be Suzanne's
pussy juice; she was certainly excited about something.  Bringing the thong
to my nose, the scent is heady and seems to trigger my hardon to the point
that it's hurting.  Feeling guilty, I place them on the hamper and return
to the hall.  Water is flowing; one of the girls is taking her bath.  At
least that will be one less thing to worry about.

   Downstairs, turning on the television, I flip through the channels
looking for something to kill time.  Shenelle calls me.

   "Rick, come and check my bath."

   "What do you mean check your bath?"

   "Mom said you were to make sure we bathed so come up and check, hurry
I'm getting cold."

   I don't know about checking girl's baths?  Entering the bathroom heat
hits me, there's no way anyone could be cold in this bathroom.  Shenelle
catches me off guard she's standing in the tub naked.  Her soft pink body
glows.  Of course my target is the puffy lips between her legs.  She is
more than beautiful.  But should we be doing this.

   "You look fine."

   "No, mom says you are to check, so check."

   "What do you want me to do?"

   "Well feel all over to make sure I'm clean."

   Something tells me this is not what her mom meant.  But to make her
happy I touch her tummy.  Her skin is soft and warm; my eyes are still on
her pussy.  What does it taste like?

   "Your fine."

   "You didn't check everything.  Mom told you too."

   "What do you suggest?"

   "Well, you have to feel me all over to make sure everything is clean."

   Anything to get this over with, it's embarrassing but exciting.  Not
that looking at her isn't inspiring; she's a seven year old tease.  Running
my hand up and down her legs has me shaking.  I want to do more but I don't
know her and have no idea how she would react.  One thing for sure, is
Shenelle has a very sexy body.

   "There, are you happy now?"

   "No, you didn't check everywhere, you didn't check here or here, mom
always makes sure we did it right."

   Here, is her pussy and she turns and points at her asshole.  If that is
what it takes, I guess it has to be done.  Now my body is trembling as my
hand slides over her pubes.  They're so soft and warm.

   "Inside too, mom says it is important for a girl to be clean all over."

   She wants me to finger her?  Spreading her puffy love lips, she sighs
and moans as my finger penetrates.  She's so moist and slippery.  She's now
leaning on the wall to keep her balance.  The tip of my finger is blocked,
there's resistance, her cherry.  She's trembling, so am I.

   "Everything is clean here."

   After removing my finger she turns and presents me with her bottom, her
asshole is just a small brown slit in the crack.  It takes some effort, but
my finger finally slips in.  Her anal muscles are pushing against me,
similar to the other girls.  Do seven year olds think of sex?  Shenelle may
not be large enough to enjoy penile sex, but she sure is giving a good
impression of someone who enjoys being touched.  A sound behind me gets my
attention, it is Shantel, and she is sliding down her panties and about to
sit on the toilet.  Frozen, I watch as she sits, her legs spread giving a
complete view of her beautiful spread pussy and then a stream of yellow
liquid flows into the bowl, making the sound that I hear every time I pee.
The sight of her peeing is infatuating, wishing she would let me wipe her.
Her pussy is much puffier than Shenelle's.  Then I realize that my finger
is still buried deep in her sister's asshole.

   Shenelle is pushing back against it, driving it deeper.  She is
obviously enjoying the feeling.  Still mesmerized at the sight of her
sister's beautiful pussy, I watch Shantel stand and carefully dab her pussy
with tissue making a big production out of it, then she drops it, flushes,
and pulls up her panties and leaves, just like it's an everyday happening.
The hardon I'm sporting as a result of what has happened has to be my
largest.

   "That feels good Rick, keep checking."

   Slowing pumping in and out of her asshole, my finger is buried deep. 
Shenelle is grunting and panting, her anal muscles are tightening on my
finger.  She's really enjoying this.  Then she turns just enough to confirm
she is masturbating as I finger fuck her bum.  No longer able to control my
desires, I kiss her bum cheek causing her to turn and look at me.  There's
a smile on her face; she turns to face me causing my finger to slip out of
her ass.  Her pussy is at eye level.  The soft well defined lips are
swollen with excitement.  She surprises me by moving towards me and my lips
are on her love lips.  My reaction is automatic.  My tongue grazes over her
slit tasting her cosmic juices.  When I lick her she grabs my head for
support pulling me into her.  Now with my lips attached to her pussy they
act as a vacuum and suck her elixir.  Her fingers tighten on my ears.

   "You're kissing my tinkle."

   "I am sorry, I shouldn't have done that.  Don't tell your mom."

   "I won't silly; I'm a big girl not a tattle-tail."

   "You had better get out of the tub and get your nighty on.  Let me know
when you're ready for bed."

   "Are you going to tuck me in?"

   "Yes, if you want me too."

   Leaving her I return to the television a bit shaken.  I know licking her
pussy isn't right, she's so young.  If she tells mom, I'm history.  The
sound of the tub draining has me wondering what will happen next.  After
that adventure with Shenelle, my hardon is very prominent, but relief will
have to wait.  There's movement upstairs and then Shenelle's voice.

   "Shantel, the bathroom is empty; you can have your bath."

   "Okay, thanks."

   This time it's Shantel's voice calling to me.

   "Rick, I'm going to take my bath, come up in about twenty minutes, I
should be done."

   Again movement, then one door closes then another, Shenelle to her
bedroom and Shantel to the bathroom.  This's really foreign to me, next
time when I get babysitting instructions from their mom; they'll be much
more detailed.  The television is on, but my mind is still on Shenelle's
naked body, the taste of her pussy is still in my mouth.  If any of my
three young girl friends lived near, I would try and slip out and take care
of my needs.  I really should have masturbated earlier today.  Now it'll
have to wait until tomorrow, the last thing I want is any evidence for Mrs.
Popp to find.  Twenty-five minutes have passed since Shantel started her
bath.  Returning upstairs, I knock on the bathroom door.

   "Are you decent?"

   "You can come in now, I'm finished."

   Shenelle is beautiful, but Shantel is a goddess.  She, like her sister,
is standing in the tub; the nine year old is sporting dark rose colored
nipples on very small developing but discernible breasts.  But what is
really outstanding is the size of her love lips.  Unlike Shenelle's,
Shantel's are nicely formed, puffy and well defined..  They're like a
magnets.  The absence of any hair makes them very delectable.  She looks at
me insolently.

   "When you are finished staring at me you can check me like mom wants."

   Trying the same ploy as with Shenelle, I touch her tummy, trying my
damndest to keep my eyes off her pussy, without too much success.

   "You feel fine."

   "Mom told you to check everything so you better do it.  I don't want to
get into trouble just because you don't know what you are doing."

   I hate being thrust into a situation like this.  Not knowing what's
enough to satisfy the instructions is the problem.  Slowly running my hand
over her nipples, Shantel takes a big breath, her body shivers, and her
eyes closing.  Her nipples are as hard as Megan's when she is excited and
we're about to have sex.  Her breasts, although small are puffy feeling, a
nice texture to the touch.  Slowly moving my hand downwards, my fingers
trace Shantel's pubes and then her love lips.  She gasps, her eyes now open
wide watching my face.  As much as I want to continue I with draw my hand.

   "Everything is perfect."

   "You didn't check inside."

   Shantel lifts one leg, placing her foot on the edge of the tub; this
action spreads her love lips exposing the very moist pink interior of her
pussy.  Why am I being tried like this, babysitting is supposed to be easy.
Seeing her like this, it's my tongue that should be checking her pussy not
my fingers.  With a deliberate movement, my finger enters her, the heat and
moisture has me licking my lips wanting a taste.  After entering, there's
resistance, her cherry.  Shantel's eyes are now closed.

   "Do you feel better now?  Are we done?"

   "No, not yet, you still have to check here."

   Here is her anal opening; it is larger than Shenelle's and very well
defined in the crack of her ass.  The rim is a very dark brown contrasting
with her beautiful pallid skin.  As soon as my finger makes contact, her
body pushes against it.  With a bit of effort, my finger is fully embedded
in her warm opening, her muscles squeezing trying to eject me.  A sawing
motion has her moaning, but still pushing against me.  I'm sure, with some
lubrication, its big enough to accept my very hard cock.

   "Done, can I go now?"

   "Until I'm dry, then you can come into my bedroom and lick me like you
did Shenelle, she told me.  I think that is fair."

   Eating her young pussy will not be a chore, from what I have seen of
Shantel so far it'll be a pleasure.  Leaving her drying, I wander the hall.
Shenelle is in her room, in bed and waiting for me.

   "Are you going to tuck me in?"

   There should be a manual for boys about babysitting.  Everything that
has happened tonight is new to me.  The only other jobs I've had is
watching a young boy when his mom had a doctor appointment, it was in the
afternoon and lasted three hours.  Girls are different.

   "Are you ready for bed?"

   "Yes, I'm waiting for you."

   As I walk towards the bed, Shenelle flips off her covers revealing she
has dispensed with her panties.  Her moist pussy is puffy and partial open.
If it was possible I would love to have Shenelle in Megan's tree house for
an afternoon away from her home.

   "How can I tuck you in if you kick off the blankets?"

   "I want you to kiss me."

   Leaning over her, my lips brush her cheek.  She does smell good, my eyes
surveying her young luscious body.  She looks at me in disgust.

   "That's not a kiss.  Kiss me like you mean it."

   Kissing is something I enjoy, Brandi loves to kiss.  Shenelle sits up
looking at me, when our lips touch she slips her arms around my neck, her
tongue pushing.  Her mouth tastes of tooth paste, finally she releases me.

   "Now that was a kiss, but before you tuck me in, I want one more kiss."

   Moving towards her mouth she shakes her head no and points to her pussy.
Laying back she spreads her legs offering me her moist love lips.  Her
ample juice flows as I kiss, my finger finds her tight asshole, easily
penetrating as it's still pliable from bath time, and the more I think
about it the more I feel my cock could easily slip deep into her, it feels
warm to the touch, and my tool is twitching screaming for relief.  Finally
after a final lick, I tuck her in and leave wondering if Shenelle would be
receptive to letting me use her asshole, only time will tell.

   Shantel is in the hall now in her nighty, red flimsy, transparent
material that enhances her features.  She still has the belligerent look on
her face daring me to stare at her.  Entering her bedroom she beckons me
with her finger.  There's a small lamp on her bedside table that gives just
enough light to create soft shadows.  Shantel arranges herself on the bed,
shuffling her body and pulling her nighty up exposing her panty less body.
Even in the soft light, the moisture on her love lips glistens, her labia
although small is protruding.

   "You like kissing girls between their legs, don't you?"

   Staring at her very appealing pussy, my nodding head tells her yes.  At
this angle I'm sure Shantel is big enough to accept my cock in both of her
openings.  Sitting beside her, I shuffle my body between her legs lowering
my face to her love lips.  Her scent is very mild and very appealing.

   With my face so close to her pussy, its heat is bouncing off my cheeks.
My tongue is the first explorer of this virgin area, tasting then licking.
Shantel reactions is a large inhale then a very noisy exhale as her body
reacts, then her mind realizes what is happening, a wonderful feeling.  Her
breathing becomes ragged as the pleasurable feeling runs through her young
preteen body.  Her juice is now flowing in surprising amounts.  She's
really getting into this.  Sensing a very mild shudder I target her very
small clitoris and lick.  Shantel's body stiffens; her hands on my head as
she pulls my face deeper between her legs, then a very audible grunt as she
cums.

   "What happened, what did you do too me?"

   Looking at her face, she is totally flushed and emanating a rosy glow of
satisfaction.  At this point I want to drop my jeans and shorts and climb
on top of her.

   "Don't you play with yourself?"

   Shantel has a vacant look on her face, questioning my comment.

   "Do you masturbate?"

   "Masturbate?"

   I played with my wiener early in life when I realized it felt good to
rub it.  Maybe girls are different.  Taking her hand in mine, I move her
finger against her now swollen clitoris.

   "Do you rub yourself there?"

   "No."

   "Did you like what you just felt?"

   Her face goes crimson and she wiggles uncomfortably, but doesn't remove
her finger from her clitoris, her movements are quite obvious, she is in
the first stages of masturbating.  She guiltily nods her head in the
affirmative.

   "Don't be embarrassed, most people masturbate because it feels good.  If
you keep rubbing that spot you will get to feel that way again."

   "Can you show me how you masturbate?  Boys are different, right."

   "Have you seen a guy before?"

   Again, a blush again as she nods her head in the affirmative.

   "Where?"

   "At the pool, a boy jumped into the water and lost his bathing suit. 
Everybody saw his wiener."

   "All boys have wieners or we call them cocks."

   "Can I see yours?  I won't tell Shenelle."

   I wanted to say tell her, even as a seven year old she is very
interesting to me.  Will my cock fit in her?  Showing my cock to Shantel
will give me an opportunity to cum and who knows maybe she will be curious
about what boys and girls do, all I can do is hope.

   "When a boy cums he shoots cream, it can be messy.  I don't want your
mom to know."

   "You make cream?  What do you need?"

   Her eyes are lite; curiosity has gotten the better of her.  She sits up
in the bed; her legs crossed spreading her ample pussy.  What a view.  If
all that had happened tonight wasn't enough, now this.

   "Usually, I squirt my cream into a tissue, some girls let me squirt in
them."

   Now the look on her face is total confusion and interest.  The odds are
that she isn't aware of the term fucking and has no idea of what it
entails. My cock needs relief, Shantel watches as my pants and shorts hit
the floor.  My tool is sticking straight out from my body and gets her full
attention as she stares at me.

   "Yours is so much bigger than the boy at the pool.  What do you mean
squirt in a girl?"

   "Guys put their cocks in a girl's pussy and squirt.  It feels good."

   "You mean you would put that in here?"

   She is pointing at her pussy, lifting her finger momentarily from her
clitoris.  She hasn't stopped rubbing herself.  She seems mesmerized by my
cock.

   "Your wiener is too big for me, isn't it?"

   "I don't think so.  It looks big enough to me."

   "Can I see you squirt?"

   "Do you want to help?"

   Shantel's eyes widen as she watches in awe the way my cock is bouncing.
Cautiously, she reaches over and grabs me.  Just the touch of her hand
nearly does me in.  Moving closer, she explores the length.  When she
discovers the foreskin rolls back and forth, she looks at me smiling still
studying.  Grasping my ball sack she looks at me wondering.

   "Don't squeeze them they are tender."

   "What are they for?"

   "I don't really know, but after I make some cream they seem to feel
better."

   "How do I help you make cream?"

   "Just keep rubbing the shaft; you're doing a fine job."

   She has no idea how much I would love to try and put my cock into her
open pussy.  She's so intent on making me cream she doesn't notice me
staring at her pussy.  Hell, it's so beautiful; her juice is slowly seeping
out making a damp stop on the sheet.  Then the urge, I'm close.

   "Shantel, I am going to cream very soon, get some tissue ready."

   She looks at the urgency in my face grabs a box of tissues and extracts
a handful, then looks at me for instructions.

   "If you like I can shoot the cream on your tummy and you can watch."

   She lets go of my shaft, takes off her nighty and lies on her back
motioning me to get closer so she can continue to make me cream.  It only
takes two strokes and my overzealous cock is pumping a very thick stream of
cream on her tummy.  Two good bursts and a few dribbles complete my
ejaculation.  The feeling of relief is instant.

   Shantel looks at the mess on her pink tummy, running her finger through
a string then brings it to her nose which she screws up.  Then she gently
wipes up the mess with the tissue.

   "Do you do that often?"

   "Once or twice a day usually, depends on who I'm with."

   Shantel is watching my cock now just a very short soft stub.  All this
is fascinating to her.  For me it takes the edge off.  Looking at Shantel
lying on her back has me daydreaming about lying on top of her, I'm sure my
cock will fit in her, but do nine year olds fuck?

   "Do the other girls' help you cream?"

   "Yes and a lot more."

   "What do they do for you?"

   "Some suck me and let me put my cock in their pussies.  I do like
licking and kissing pussies.  You liked me doing it to you."

   Shantel blushes and nods her head yes.  As much as I want to pursue this
it's getting late.  I don't want to push my luck.

   "It's time for bed, thank you for helping me cream.  See you in the
morning."

   "I won't tell mom what we did.  I hope you baby sit again soon."

   After making sure all the lights are off, I check both girls to find
them asleep.  In the spare bedroom, I stripped to my shorts and climbed in
bed.  With the thoughts of what happened tonight it isn't long before my
cock is hard.  The last thing I remember is I had slipped down my shorts
enough to grasp my tool and rub it.  The urge to cum isn't strong, but it
feels good.  I fall asleep with my hand wrapped around my cock.

   During the night, I dreamt of both girls and in the dream both lose
their cherries.  It's so realistic; I can feel the soft mouth of Shenelle
sucking me.  Then I wake up and see Mrs.  Popp sitting on the edge of the
bed studying my hard cock.  She's wearing a robe; her hair has been combed
out cascading to her shoulders.  She looks so sexy.

   "Sorry Rick, I didn't mean to wake you.  You've a very impressive tool
for a twelve year old.  It'll certainly be more than enough to satisfy any
number of girls.  What are you dreaming about?  That's quite a hardon you
are sporting."

   Telling her about fucking her daughters wouldn't get me any brownie
points so I keep quiet.  The smell of Mrs.  Popp is overwhelming and very
appealing.

   "You're the first male I have seen like this in too long a time.  Hell,
I shouldn't be here, you're so young."

   "I don't mind."

   Smiling, she looks at my hard on again and then surprises me and grasps
it.  Her hand wraps around me and gives it a soft squeeze.  She, like her
daughter, enjoys watching the loose foreskin move back and forth.

   "It's been a while, I hate to admit it, but this's the part of marriage
I do miss.  My husband and I had a great sex life, everything else was the
shits."

   She seems to go off somewhere else in her memories, but her hand never
relinquishes its hold on my shaft.  Then the second surprise, her mouth
engulfs me and her sucking nearly has me blow.  After the initial shock, I
get some control and enjoy the feeling.  Brandi likes to suck as well. 
Maybe I will get to see Suzanne's freckles.  She combines sucking with her
hand motion, in minutes she is swallowing hot cum.  She never lifts her
head until there's nothing left but a very soft stub.  Finally she looks up
embarrassed.

   "I don't know what come over me, I feel ashamed."

   "Don't be, I like it."

   She looks at me with some concern.

   "This has happened before?"

   "Yes."

   "But you are only twelve; you have other girls in your life already?"

   Something tells me, that fact is something I should keep to myself.  She
leans over and kisses me then leaves the room.  I fall asleep again totally
relaxed wondering what Suzanne looks like under her robe.

   Waking in the morning, I don't know what to expect.  While dressing the
odor of fresh coffee tells me Suzanne is up.  Entering the hall, I can hear
both girls arguing over something.  In the kitchen all are sitting around
the table.

   "Did you sleep well Rick?"

   "I actually did, Mrs.  Popp.  How was your dinner?"

   "Very enjoyable, I met a lot of people and had a very good meal.  I
trust the girls were okay."

   "I can't complain.  We didn't kill each other."

   "Well, they told me they would be happy to have you as a babysitter
again."

   "Anytime."

   As we all eat breakfast, I wonder what is going through each of their
minds.  All I can think of is possibly fucking both Shantel and Shenelle
and of course seeing Suzanne naked.  I can't wait for my next babysitting
experience.





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