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The Seduction and Taking of Michelle
by Aquarius (address withheld)

***

The saying: All in the Family applies to more than just 
an old TV sitcom. It applies equally well to some family 
situations, and all kidding aside, can be a great treat, 
or trouble. As the saying goes: User beware. (MgFg, ped, 
inc, 1st, wife, cheating, preg, military)

***

Layover:

It was spring and I was on my way back Stateside from 
Germany to spend a few months at the NCO school at Fort 
Knox, KY. My flight, scheduled by personnel departed 
from Frankfurt put me in to Philadelphia a few days 
early. I was to make a connecting flight out of Philly 
to Louisville. Before leaving Germany I let my folks – 
and girl cousins know I would be Stateside for a while. 

Needless to say I had four very happy young girls to 
face in a few weeks; Connie who attended the local 
community college had just graduated two years before 
and was working for a local insurance and real estate 
broker, the three youngest, Elaine, Susan and Linda had 
graduated from high school and on their own. 

Just before leaving Germany I got a letter from my 
mother letting me know she let her cousin Rick, who was 
living in Philadelphia at the time, know I was coming 
back Stateside for awhile, I could spend a few days with 
him and his family. The name was familiar. I vaguely 
recalled meeting Rick and his family some years before. 
Oh well, it would be someplace to crash for a couple 
days and to see what civilians do for a living. By this 
time I had been in the Army nearly twelve years – and 
yes, I was making a definite career out of the Army.

I arrived at Philadelphia International late on Saturday 
afternoon. Arrangements were that I was going to be 
staying with Rick and his family for the next three 
days. I didn't really have to be at Fort Knox until 
Thursday; the first day of class was not until the 
following Monday; this gave the NCO students a couple 
days to settle in before classes. 

When I finally cleared customs, a real pain in the neck; 
Rick, and his family – his wife Sherri and daughter 
Michelle, a young teenage addition of her mother, met 
me. I took one look at the mother and daughter and the 
first thought I had was: "Good god, Rick sure knows how 
to pick `em." Sherri was a gorgeous fox: Long blonde 
hair, very blue eyes, tall and slender with small full 
firm breasts and the features of a centerfold model. 

The daughter was nonetheless a young version of her 
mother: A gorgeous little doll; long blonde hair, very 
blue eyes, nice small full firm breasts, a damned cute 
little figure. I guessed she had to be about fourteen. 
Both were dressed in mother-daughter white lace 
sleeveless mini-dresses with deep cut bodices, showing 
plenty of cleavage, with white linen lace jackets, and 
white high heel sandals. To try and describe Sherri and 
Michelle anymore would bankrupt the English language; to 
say the least, I had an instant hard-on.

I vaguely recalled Michelle, or Missy, visiting with the 
family while Rick and Sherri had gone to Europe on some 
luxury vacation about six years ago; she would have been 
about eight then anyway. I was already in the service at 
the time so I missed seeing her.

Introductions were made and Rick and I piled my bags on 
to a cart to wheel out to the front of the terminal. I 
waited with Sherri and Michelle at the pickup area. Some 
business types coming out darned near tripped over their 
big feet when they saw me, in uniform with these two 
gorgeous girls. At the time I was working with the 8th 
Special Forces out of Bad Tolz on assigned duty and was 
authorized the Special Forces uniform and insignia. 
Anyway, here I was with two damned gorgeous girls and 
these fools coming out of the terminal are damned near 
killing themselves tripping over suitcases, bags and 
carts trying not to appear obvious they were staring at 
us in passing.

Rick finally arrived at the pickup area, loaded my bags 
in to the back of his Mercedes and we were out of there. 
I got in the back with Michelle, and it was obvious she 
was immediately infatuated with me. She made no 
pretensions about her attraction to me, despite our 
obvious age difference; she sat as close to me as she 
could, her hand brushing against mine. Sherri, on the 
other hand I judged to be at least in her thirties, and 
a beautiful woman for her middle thirties. 

Rick, always one to want to show off for the family from 
what I understood (the guy has amassed more money 
despite the stock market problems of the time, than 
common-sense – trust me) and especially me, took us to 
one of the more expensive restaurants in Philadelphia. 
Fortunately I was able to clean up and shave on the 
plane before we landed in Philly. Rick took us to the 
stately old Hotel Ivanhoe and the Fontainebleau Room. 
The place is more expensive than necessary, more for the 
expense account business crowd, but – Rick's choice, 
nevertheless.

During the whole meal Michelle quietly listened and 
seemed to absorb nearly every word I said: I talked 
mostly about Europe: France, Italy, Germany and an 
assignment that took me to the Netherlands to train with 
the Royal Dutch Commando Regiment for a week last 
spring. Rick and Sherri had taken the typical tourist 
trip to France and Italy, six years earlier but they 
didn't see nearly half the places I had seen roaming 
around these countries with the host army units. Our 
section went places most tourists never seem to get to 
on their own.

Michelle's eyes were glued on me the whole evening. She 
said very little but her silence was loud and clear: The 
girl was waiting her chance when she could be alone with 
me. That much became clear later. I began to get the 
unusual feeling she was more mature for her age than she 
allowed. That seemed to be the case with most of the 
girls in our family: fourteen going on twenty-four, 
especially Connie, the oldest of the girls – twenty-five 
now. More so, Sherri was observing me closely, like she 
was either considering something or wanted to ask me 
something but was holding back until the time was right.

The next morning I was awake at my usual time: Four 
a.m., despite our not getting to the house before 10 
o'clock that evening. Most civilians are rolling over 
for another go around of sleep until at least six a.m.: 
however, when I was in cantonment I had to toss a dozen 
troops out of the rack by 0500 hours for physical 
training (good `ole PT) by 0600 hours, and then off to 
the mess hall by 0700 hours – who has time to relax? I 
was out the door jogging around the block a couple times 
and back to the house. Rick and Sherri live in the very 
upscale, very upper middle class, very well to do side 
of Suffolk, Pennsylvania, a wealthy suburb of 
Philadelphia. I must have been a sight for any early 
risers – if there were any on a Sunday morning, in 
fatigue uniform and jump boots. 

I arrived back at the house and was showering by 5:30 
when the door to the room opened a crack. All I could 
see past the shower curtain via the steam-fogged mirror 
was a blonde head peering in past the open door. It was 
Michelle. Sherri put me in a guest room in the 
downstairs part of their sprawling house, which pretty 
well isolated me from the rest of the house. I watched 
Michelle slip into the room, look around for a minute 
before she realized I was already awake. My fatigues and 
boots lay beside the as yet unmade bed.
	
Michelle acted surprised than disappointed for a moment. 
Then she noticed me watching her. She started to back 
out of the room.

"I-I thought..." she began to blush from embarrassment 
as I looked out from the bathroom. 

Michelle, or Missy as the family called her, was wearing 
a short white nylon flower print dressing gown and white 
sandals. 

I allowed a slight smile. I suspected there was 
something she wanted and the thought of quietly slipping 
in to bed with me had not gone as she anticipated. "Come 
on in, Missy. Pass me the jeans there on the bed." She 
passed the jeans to me through the partly open door. As 
I pulled the jeans on over my damp legs, I could see 
Missy. She sat on the edge of the bed staring at the 
floor in thought, her arms wrapped about her holding the 
dressing gown tight about her slim body. I suddenly had 
a hard-on that made it damned near impossible for me to 
move.

I tried not to act like I was enjoying her moment of 
disappointment. I closed the door but left it ajar so I 
could watch her for a moment I finally stepped out of 
the bathroom, sans shirt having adjusted my hard thick 
raging cock, and sat on the edge of the bed to act like 
I was searching for a pair of clean socks in a duffle 
bag.
	
"You're an early riser too," I told her as I found a 
pair of socks in the duffle bag.

Michelle was flustered for a moment. She fumbled for a 
comment.
 
"I—I didn't know you would get up so early too. I 
thought maybe you'd sleep in.," she said trying to make 
a suitable reply.

Sitting up, I took a chance to slip an arm about her 
waist. "Sorry. I've been an early riser since I was old 
enough to help on grandpa's farm. Besides, it's also 
something I have to do as a platoon sergeant on a daily 
basis anyway."

I found a clean pair slipped them on then casually 
slipped an arm around her slender waist.

"Army. Yeah, I suppose." She lowered her eyes to my hand 
that rested on her waist. She allowed a slight smile of 
acceptance.

"Couldn't sleep?" I knew why she couldn't sleep. She had 
been waiting for her chance to slip downstairs to the 
room and into bed with me.

She shook her head her blonde hair swished back and 
forth. I held her closer, Michelle allowing me to draw 
her closer. I hesitated almost expecting her to stop me 
or make a protest about me wanting to hug her. She 
finally laid her head against my arm.

"Tired?" I asked, smelling the tangy bouquet of perfume 
in her hair.

Michelle shook her head again. I moved my hand up along 
her back to her long silken hair. I started to gently 
stroke it, as I talked to her. After a moment she began 
to relax. I asked her some of the obvious things about 
school and friends and home. She asked me about the 
places I had been; her desire was to one-day visit 
Europe to see all the places I had seen.

I took a chance to kiss her lightly on the cheek. She 
blushed as my lips touched her face. I hesitated again 
expecting her to pull away; she did not. 

Rather, Michelle looked up at me. "Y-you kissed me."

"Yes." I had no idea what else to say at that point.

"I—I have never been kissed by a guy before." 

I think that is where I had the idea that Michelle had 
become infatuated with me. She lifted her face to mine; 
her very blue eyes slightly closed, Michelle silently 
inviting me to kiss her again.
	
Holding Michelle close, my arm about her slender waist, 
I touched her chin with my other hand tilting her head 
that I might meet her inviting young mouth with mine. 
Gently kissing her again until she became used to the 
sensation of my mouth on hers, I drew back to assess her 
reaction.

"I never knew it could be like that," she said softly, 
her voice a near whisper of awe and wonder, her cheeks a 
flushed pink.

As I kissed her again, caution now giving way to passion 
or more lust for this young girl, I slowly stroked her 
long silken blonde hair. I held her close with both 
arms, her small firm breasts pressed against my bare 
chest, the silken nylon sending a chill of ecstasy 
through me. 

Michelle was submissive as I continued to kiss her, 
stroking her hair, then slowly sliding my hand down 
along her slender waist letting her choose the course 
she wanted. As I moved down along her neck, her little 
rose bud nipples were erect and rigid, tenting the 
bodice; her nipples tingling from the attention that I 
was giving her hair.

She was really surprised that just stroking her hair was 
affecting her so. I moved my hand back to her shoulder, 
slipping under the front of the gown pulling it open 
enough to see she wore a pink and white chemise, the 
little nipples that were firm and erect with excitement. 
She looked down at my hand fondling her small firm 
breasts and to see the nipples erect and hard. The 
sensation was beginning to have an effect on her. Missy 
was beginning to experience feelings she had never known 
before.

That was the point at which I stepped over the line. 
Without touching the nipple, I gently caressed it just 
rubbing little circles around the rose bud pink nipple, 
slowly widening the circle until I was crossing her 
chest to the other breast, which was still hidden by the 
satin gown.

As my fingertips slowly circled their way toward the 
nipple of her other breast, Michelle sighed with her 
growing arousal, our tongues now entwined as I explored 
her mouth. She shrugged her shoulders such that the gown 
fell off from that breast too.

I now had access to her whole upper body. I knew that 
what I was doing was wrong, but this young girl was so 
beautiful, and so aroused by my touching her that I just 
couldn't stop. I continued to trace ever-smaller circles 
around each breast until I could just touch the nipple. 
Then I would apply pressure to the whole breast with the 
flat of my hand before tracing widening circles to the 
base of her breast and then crossing her chest to the 
other one.

After a moment I eased Michelle back on the bed, our 
mouths parted for a brief moment as I gazed down on her, 
her head back her long blonde hair lay about her small 
head in a halo of virgin innocence. Her eyes were closed 
and lips slightly parted waiting for me to continue. I 
could hear her quietly moaning with her desire for me.

"Don't stop, Dave. This is what I want..." she said in a 
near whisper, her eyes opening gazing up at me, her eyes 
pleading that she wanted me to continue what I was doing 
to her.

Like I've said, Michelle is a very pretty little girl. 
Looking at her lovely young body responding to my touch 
was having an effect on my body. My thick hard raging 
virile cock was pushing against the pants zipper so hard 
that it hurt. Still I didn't want to ruin the moment by 
adjusting it.

From her breasts I moved upward to her shoulders and 
down her arms as far as the chemise would let me go. 
Then back up to her shoulders and down her sides lifting 
the chemise I gazed at the little matching bikini panty. 
I slipped the chemise's thin little lace straps aside 
from her shoulders.

I leaned down to kiss and suck at her nice small full 
firm breasts. Michelle didn't move to help me or stop 
me. She started to gently move her hips responding to my 
touch. My fingers traced small circles to ruffle her 
scant pubic hair peeking out the top of her nice little 
white lace bikini panty. There was something about the 
white lace she wore that made me want to take her right 
then, to rape her virgin cherry. 

The movements of her hips were no longer so gentle, and 
her moans were getting more intense as I slid my fingers 
between her legs to caress her pussy, pressing the 
silken nylon lace against the warm moistness of her 
little cherry pussy. She was now wet with the seeping of 
her virgin juices, her childhood pulsed with her 
arousal.

I was sure glad that the rest of the family was upstairs 
in a part of the house, well away from the lower 
section. If anyone were awake in the house they would 
have discovered us by now for sure. I had already gone 
way further then I had ever intended. I was aware that 
what I was doing to Michelle was illegal, anyway, my 
junior year of high school I had seduced my young girl 
cousins and two of their little friends, but I simply 
could not stop myself now.

My fingers slipped under the elastic of her panties and 
moved down between her legs. Her dusky downy hair was 
sparse and very soft, and wet with the seeping of her 
girlhood juices. I could feel the little bump that is 
the beginning of her virgin clit's hood. She gasped with 
the touch of my fingers on her virgin cherry of 
innocence.

Her eyes fluttered open as she felt my fingers caress 
her virgin cherry. "Dave, please be gentle with me," she 
softly begged, looking up into my eyes, her beautiful 
blue ones pleading with me to be gentle.

I kissed her on the mouth as I assured her she wouldn't 
be hurt. As I pushed my hand further down, her panties 
went with it and soon her pussy was uncovered for my 
eyes to feast on. I slipped the panty down her thighs 
and off. She never stopped wiggling her hips or moaning. 
Rather than trying to stop me, she lifted herself up a 
little so I could slip them off. Her virgin innocence 
was vulnerable to my desires and gratification. 

That moment brought back memories of those long ago 
afternoons when I was able to get one of the girl's 
alone to fuck them. Those were the days when we didn't 
worry about whether it was right or not – we just did it 
and the girls enjoyed those heady moments when they 
would put out for me, and I'd have the sole pleasure of 
fucking their girlhood innocence.

Without the thick thatch of hair that many older women 
have, I could see Missy's little cherry virgin pussy 
plainly; the hood of her little clit, and her clit's 
little head peeking out from under it. The outer lips of 
her pussy were swollen with blood, and the inner lips 
open like petals of a flower.

I let my fingers roam around the soft inner lips. Her 
virgin juices seeping out from between them and my 
fingers easily slipped along their warm wet path.

With each trip around her entrance to heaven, I would 
bump the hood of her clit, never actually touching the 
little head, which was begging for attention. Missy was 
gasping now, a steady stream of moans and cries coming 
from her. I let my middle finger dip into the virgin 
childhood innocence of her breathtaking little virgin 
cherry; forcing it in as far as it would go. Her cherry 
was small and nice and tight as I first penetrated her.

Missy cried out with a shuddering moan thrusting her 
hips hard against my hand. Then she started moving her 
hips such that my finger was forced in and out of her at 
an ever-increasing pace. Her pussy was nice and small 
and tight, my finger was like my hard thick cock inside 
her, fucking her virgin innocence.

"Ah, ah, ah, ohhh, yess! Oh, what are you doing to me? 
Yes, yes...!" she cried, as she thrust her hips with the 
release of her first multiple orgasms. "Ah, ah, ah! Ah!" 
Her face was flushed with her exertions, her chest 
heaved with each breath. The last of Missy's resolve 
crumbled, she let me have my way with her. I withdrew my 
finger as I kissed her along her stomach and waist down 
to her pussy. I knelt between her legs to suck and kiss 
and lick her tender young pussy, my tongue touching her 
swollen clit.

I slowly with soft touches to her satin skin moved my 
mouth to her innocent teenage pussy and just touched her 
clit with the tip of my tongue; she cried and gasped as 
I probed her innocence, her rapid motion moving my 
tongue back and forth on the sensitive organ.

That was all it took. Michelle's body went stone rigid. 
For several seconds she did not move or make a single 
sound. Then she cried like I had just poked her with a 
pin. I could feel strong contractions squeezing at my 
finger like her pussy was trying to milk something from 
it. Her orgasm went on for what seemed like forever. 
Missy's cum had been so violent that I had almost cum 
myself. Her pussy milking at my finger as her body 
started to shake. Then it was over.

Missy's pussy eased its vice like grip on my finger, and 
her body started to relax. Her arms around me, she held 
me close and started to quietly cry. Neither one of us 
said anything. I lowered my lips to hers and we shared a 
long deep kiss. 

At first I wasn't sure if she'd suddenly resist my 
attempt to take her. Her face was flushed with the new 
excitement of losing her virgin innocence now. Missy was 
suddenly scared. "Are – are you going to...?"

"I'm going to make love to you, Missy. I'm going to make 
a woman of you now."

"Yes that's what I want, Dave..." Her young girlish body 
ached with the newness of the ecstasy that she felt as I 
pulled the top of the chemise away from her shoulders 
and breasts. "Make love to me, but please – don't hurt 
me."

Finally, I unfastened my pants releasing my hard thick 
erect cock. Regaining her senses, Missy looked up as I 
began to move between her legs, spreading her legs, my 
hard thick raging cock, hard as a steel rod ached for 
the feel of the penetration of her virgin innocence, to 
feel the first forceful penetration of Missy's virgin 
childhood, the rape and taking of her virgin cherry. 

She drew in her breath in a soft gasp as I moved onto 
her. "You're – you're so big," she softly gasped as I 
moved to spread her legs to take her virgin cherry. I 
moved my hard, thick cock in to the small, tight, 
pulsing wetness of her virgin childhood. I touched the 
head of my raging cock to her innocence and began to 
penetrate her, forcing my thick cock into her small 
tight virgin childhood.

Missy gasped as I pushed into her virgin tightness 
grabbed a pillow to stiffel her cries as I took her.

I almost forgot what it was like to take a little virgin 
girl. Linda was the last of my immediate girl cousins I 
seduced; she was nice and small, and so nice and tight 
when I took her that afternoon, I nearly came just from 
the memory of Linda's small tight pussy. As I penetrated 
Missy, my thick raging cock finally slipping in to her I 
met the honey-sweet resistance of her virgin maidenhood 
I held my raging cock there for a mere moment as Missy 
felt me pushing against her cherry innocence. Drawing 
back, ever so slightly, I thrust into her popping her 
virgin childhood cherry. Missy gasped loudly at the 
sudden sharp pain of the loss of her innocence; with a 
cry of surprise she came again, her orgasm flowing from 
her in a warm creamy stream. 

My hips thrust down hard and quick, I went deep into 
Missy's little virgin innocence; she was no longer 
virgin as I began fucking her sweet little pussy. 

Missy cried out in a sharp gasp with the penetration and 
rape of her virgin childhood; I drove my hard, thick 
manhood deeper into her childhood love nest. 

"Oh, oh! It hurts, Dave!" she cried as I thrust deeper 
into the pulsing tightness of her little pussy with the 
first penetration. "Oh! Oh, it – it hurts! Don't hurt me 
– please!"

I began with nice short strokes, her virgin pussy was 
wet and velvet smooth with her childhood juices then I 
held back for a minute from the urge to thrust deeper. 
With the first strokes of my cock, she became use to the 
feel of me inside of her then as the pain subsided; she 
began to feel the first enjoyment and excitement of 
being fucked. After a moment, she began to move her hips 
with me; then, as she began to get use to the feeling of 
my cock inside her, I thrust deeper taking her with long 
thrusts that carried me in and out of her; she began to 
thrust her hips with me giving in to her desire for the 
love making only a man could give her. 

The pain of losing her virgin cherry subsided. She began 
to enjoy the feeling of my cock thrusting in and out of 
her tight little pussy. After a minute she began to move 
her hips in rhythm with me. She arched her hips again as 
she reached another intense multiple orgasm. 

Her chest heaved with her exertions as she finally 
stopped. I continued thrusting into her until, as she 
thought she had reached her last orgasm and was too 
exhausted to go on, she felt another wave sweep over 
her, climaxing in an intense orgasm, she moaned with the 
longing for the release of her female juices again.

"Oh, oh, I've never felt anything like this before. I 
feel dizzy now," she said weakly, lying back exhausted 
from the multiple orgasms and fucking I gave her. 

I said: "You're going to be my little Miss Nice and 
Tight." 

I lay there on her, my cock still deep inside her, hard 
and thick I felt the urge to screw her a second time. It 
had been nearly nine years since I'd seduced and taken a 
little virgin like her. The feeling of fucking a little 
girl's small tight virgin pussy and the honey-sweetness 
of popping that virgin cherry was more than I could 
handle then.

I caught my own breath and then slowly eased myself out 
of her; the two of us savoring the afterglow of 
wonderful sex. I wanted to take her a second time but 
had to catch my breath a moment. A short time later I 
fucked Missy again that morning, before Rick and Sherri 
woke. Missy wanted it again, she now knew what it was 
like to let a man have his way with her and she enjoyed 
the excitement of being fucked for the first time.

The Taking of Sherri:

Monday morning was a whole different scene after the 
weekend. I was up in the kitchen with them, having had 
my morning run around the block and back; Rick was 
gulping down a cup of coffee and roll, Missy was 
deciding which cereal she wanted and Sherri was worrying 
about her diet – again. Trust me, the woman had the body 
of an eighteen-year-old Victoria Secret model for their 
lingerie line.

"Nothing like the mess hall, eh Dave?" said Rick as he 
took a quick look at the newspaper. "Stock market is 
screwed again. Oh well..."

Missy finally decided on something, Sherri getting on 
her that she was wasting time – Missy had to be to 
school in less than an hour. I glanced back at her, she 
met my quick look with one of coyness; her bedroom eyes 
a glow with her new found sensuousness. I thought she 
had to catch a school bus. My mistake, she was going to 
a private girl's school not far away; the little 
princess had to have Mommy or Daddy drive her to school. 
That was when I realized she was wearing a pleated 
green, black and red, plaid skirt; white linen blouse 
and green blazer.

Sherri was still dressed in a flower-patterned 
housedress but looked like she had just stepped out of 
the beauty shop ten minutes ago. 

As Missy poured the cereal, she said: "Well, Dave can 
drive me to school – can't he?"

I had been standing by the back door opening out to a 
botanical garden, a riot of color. I nearly choked on 
the coffee. Rick hardly batted an eye.

He said, refolding the newspaper: "Well, have you asked 
him?"

Sherri didn't say a word.

Missy looked up at me. "Can ya, Dave?"

I looked from Mother to Father. "Um, yeah, if I had a 
car here, that is."

Rick, without looking up from what he was reading, said 
to Sherri: "Babe, give Dave the keys to the Caddie, 
huh?"

Sherri took out a set of keys that included the house 
keys from a hook and handed it to me. "And that is the 
key to the garage, the garage door opener is in the car, 
and that one is the side door from the garden."

"Uh, thanks." I was astounded as I lifted my eyes from 
the key ring to meet Sherri's glowing bedroom eyes.

Missy, on the other hand was all smiles. I wondered why?

I went out to the garage, a four-car type, the Cadillac, 
a black four-door Fleetwood, bigger than a duce and a 
half, and two matched Mercedes sedans. The fourth bay 
contained the gardening equipment. The size of the 
garage reminded me no-less of the maintenance bays in 
our motor pool – you could probably dismantle one of the 
cars in here if need be: the only thing missing was a 
traveling overhead crane. I very carefully backed the 
car out of the garage. Missy waited for me, at the end 
of the sidewalk. I did the gentlemanly thing, I got out 
and opened the door for her. The girl was all smiles.

"Thank you, Dave," she said with a smile that was meant 
to convey a secret to me. "Mommy wants me to make sure I 
give you directions to the school."

"Thank you," I replied. I was not a half block down the 
street when she slid across the maroon velour seat to 
sit beside me. Glancing down at her, I said, "Big 
weekend, huh?"

She nodded her head. At the first traffic light I rested 
my hand on her leg. Missy lowered her eyes watching me 
as I drew my hand up along her satin smooth leg drawing 
the skirt up to her waist. I suddenly felt my cock 
harden as I slipped my hand between her legs pressing it 
against the firmness of her pussy. Drawing in a breath, 
Missy willingly opened her legs for me. At the next 
light I looked down to see she was wearing nice yellow 
and white little flowered panty. 

My cock was now aching for release of my virile male 
juices into her little girl's love nest. As I caressed 
her, she moved her hips against my hand she began to 
softly moan until she was nearly at a climax; her 
childhood juices had seeped and wet her panties.

Within a block of the school she quickly recovered and 
moved back across the seat. I had to get my mind back on 
the line of traffic ahead of me.

Following the line of other cars through the circle at 
the school's front entrance, I couldn't help but notice 
there wasn't any car among these thoroughbreds of the 
auto world less than a Cadillac or Lincoln Town Car -- 
or a Mercedes.

"Must be nice," I said as I stopped to let Missy out.

"Three-thirty," she reminded me as she got out.

Looking around I noticed some real cute little girl's 
standing around in knots talking. Before Missy closed 
the door, she replied to one girl's question "Who's 
that?"

"Oh just my cousin..."

"'Just my cousin? Okay kid...'" I thought. Kids. Who 
needs `em?

I returned to the house. The other car was still in the 
garage when I parked the Fleetwood in the garage. Rick 
and Sherri both worked of course, but Sherri for some 
reason owned her own business, a local marketing and PR 
firm. I entered the kitchen through the side from the 
garage. Sherri was sitting at the breakfast counter 
finishing a cup of coffee and cigarette when I walked 
in. She was dressed in a blue two-piece dark blue dress 
suit with a short sleeve jacket and mini-skirt that was 
almost up to her hips and black panty hose.

"So what are your plans today, Dave?" she asked trying 
to make conversation.

"Got some studying to finish before the first classes at 
Knox." I had various lesson materials that had been sent 
me by the school at Fort Knox that had to be completed 
prior to first class. I finished most of the lessons on 
Sunday afternoon. I found the coffee cup I had been 
using and went to refill it. I heard Sherri slip off the 
stool at the counter. I turned as she stepped up beside 
me. I started to move but she stepped around me blocking 
my movement.

The scent of her perfume had an arousing effect on me. I 
was surprised she wore a perfume that normally was worn 
on dates or whenever for work. She was petite and 
slender, the figure of a schoolgirl. Her long blonde 
hair and very blue eyes gave her the appearance of 
sensuousness that I had seen in very few girls. Sherri 
looked up at me as she placed a hand on my arm and slid 
it up to my bicep. 

She asked, in a manner of concern: "Dave, something I 
have not understood, how is it a beautiful man like you 
has never married?"

I was darn near floored. For a moment I had no immediate 
answer. I had to fumble for one. "Haven't really found a 
girl – I suppose."

The closest I came to finding the right girl was 
Maryann. But as things have a way of happening, despite 
the fervent love affair we enjoyed for a time, our lives 
ended up going in opposite directions.
	
Sherri pressed her comments: "I find that unusual, Dave, 
any girl would be proud to have a man like you."

I began to wonder where this conversation was leading. 
She was standing in front of me, both hands on my arms 
gazing up into my eyes. Sherri continued to press on 
with her comments and made a couple remarks that her 
life despite appearances wasn't all peaches and cream 
and roses.

Suddenly, on impulse I slipped a hand under her chin, 
lifting her mouth to mine to kiss her. In that instant I 
nearly expected her to scream out, hit at me, or 
something to run away screaming that I was molesting her 
– rather as I held her, a soft sensuous moan escaped her 
small lips as she tightened her grip on my arms. 

I looked down at Sherri for a moment to see that there 
was a sense of pleading in her eyes. The look puzzled me 
for the moment. But that quickly passed as she drew me 
down to her again and we kissed; I turned her to the 
counter and slipped my hands around her slender waist. 
My hard cock ached as I held her against the counter, 
slowly caressing her waist and along her back.

Sherri was submissive as she let me feel her up. I moved 
from her mouth down along her neck with my mouth, 
searching out her Eros zones. She tilted her head back 
and to the side letting me have my way with her. First 
with teasing nips then gentle bites on her neck I 
brought moans of ecstasy from her as I held her against 
the counter.

I moved my hand down the front of the jacket and began 
to fondle her small full firm breasts. Sherri did not 
pull away or move to stop me. I started to unbutton the 
jacket slipping a hand in the jacket to her breast. 
Opening it, I saw that she wore a sheer black nylon bra; 
her small rose bud nipples were rigid and erect with her 
excitement, the hard little nipples pressed against the 
sheer nylon. I pressed my fingers against one the 
sensation of my fingers caressing it made her sigh with 
the pleasure she felt.

"Oh, god, Dave... yes, this is what I want," she sighed 
nipping at my ear lobe and neck. 

I pressed my mouth against hers. I moved my hand down 
along her legs then slid my hand up under her skirt, 
slowly drawing it up to her waist as I caressed her 
legs, inching my hand closer to her warm wet pussy, 
teasing her with each stroke of my fingers, I stopped 
for a minute as Sherri began moving her hips, pushing 
her warm, wet pussy against my searching fingers, 
searching for the pleasure I was giving her. I looked 
down to see she was not wearing any panties under the 
panty hose.

I held back for another moment as I slipped my fingers 
under the waistband of the panty hose, pulling them down 
and then slipping my fingers past the waistband. I moved 
my hand to Sherri's firm wet mound; her thatch of downy 
hair was moist with her love juices. She began to thrust 
her hips in an eagerness for more as I fondled her 
moistness. The excitement of being fingered made her 
groan with the pleasure it was giving her. Sherri's face 
flushed a deeper red as she cried out with the surge of 
her first intense orgasm.
 
"Ah, god, I've never felt like this before!" she cried 
out. "Damned, I want it..."

Sherri's cries of passion increased as I worked my 
finger along her little pussy to her erect clit. 
Suddenly she was gasping as she was overcome with the 
wave of another orgasm, "Oh, oh, --my god!" her hips 
thrusting at each flick of my finger on her little clit, 
the wave of her passionate orgasms exploded within her. 
Sherri looked up at me, her face still flushed from the 
intense exertion of the multiple orgasms; her very blue 
eyes glistened with the tears that trickled down her 
cheeks. 

I finally scooped her petit girlish body up into my arms 
and carried her across the room to the sofa. I pressed 
Sherri down on to the sofa and pulled the panty hose off 
of her; Sherri's cries of passion increased as I pushed 
my hand between her legs again working my finger along 
her little pussy to her erect clit. 

Suddenly she was gasping as she was overcome with the 
wave of another orgasm, "Oh, oh, --my god!" her hips 
thrusting at each flick of my finger on her little clit, 
the wave of her passionate orgasm exploded within her. 
Sherri looked up at me, her face still flushed from the 
intense exertion of her first passionate orgasms she 
must have had in a long time, her doe-like eyes 
glistened with the tears that trickled down her cheeks. 

"Ah, ah, ah, ohhh, yess! Oh, god, Dave – yes! This is 
what I want ... Ah, yes, yes...!" she cried, as she 
thrust her hips with the release of her multiple 
orgasms. Her face was flushed with her exertions, her 
chest heaved with each breath. The last of Sherri's 
resolve crumbled, she let me have my way with her as I 
kissed her along her stomach and waist. Kissing her 
slowly down her stomach and to her waist, I moved to the 
moist downy hair of her pussy, the scent of her tangy 
honey-sweet juices made me want to suck her pussy. 

I spread her legs more as I moved between them to her 
pussy and began to work my tongue around her throbbing 
pussy, her juices seeping on to my tongue as I molested 
her clit. I slowly worked my tongue up and down her 
throbbing pussy, teasing, caressing, probing her love-
nest; the little clit was erect and pulsing with her 
arousal. She moaned with the pleasure I gave her 
bringing her to another throbbing orgasm, her tangy-
sweet juices flowed with an intensity as she moaned with 
the release. 

My cock throbbed with the release it craved and the 
virile feeling of taking Sherri then.

I opened my pants; my hard thick virile cock filled my 
briefs. She drew in a sharp breath as I moved onto her. 
"You're – you're so big!" she gasped as I moved to 
spread her legs to take her warm moist pussy. I moved my 
hard, thick cock in to the small, tight, pulsing wetness 
of her womanhood. I began to penetrate her, my cock just 
slipping into her small tight pussy. Sherri gasped 
loudly as I thrust deeper into the pulsing tightness of 
her womanhood with the first penetration. "Oh! Oh, it – 
it hurts! Don't hurt me – please!" Sherri felt like she 
was still all but virgin tight as I thrust in to her.

I began with short strokes, her pussy was wet and velvet 
smooth as I held back for a minute from the urge to 
thrust deeper. After a moment, she began to move her 
hips with me; then, as she began to get use to the 
feeling of my cock inside her, I thrust deeper taking 
her womanhood. Sherri cried out in a sharp gasp with the 
first penetration and the rape; I drove my hard, thick 
manhood deeper into her love nest. I began with long 
thrusts that carried me in and out of her; she thrust 
her hips with me giving in to her desire for the love 
making only a man could give her. 

The pain of her being forcefully taken subsided. She 
began to enjoy the feeling of my cock thrusting in and 
out of her tight little pussy. After a minute she began 
to move her hips in rhythm with me. She arched her hips 
again as she reached another intense multiple orgasm. 
Finally, I was unable to hold back any more, I came into 
her forcing a cry from her. Her hips thrust with the 
spasms of each orgasm.
 
Her chest heaved with her exertions as she finally 
stopped. I continued thrusting into her until, as she 
thought she had reached her last orgasm and was too 
exhausted to go on, she felt another wave sweep over 
her, climaxing in an intense orgasm, she moaned with the 
longing for the release of her female juices again.

"Oh, oh, I've never felt anything like this before. I 
feel dizzy now," she said weakly, lying back exhausted 
from the multiple orgasms and fucking I gave her.

I caught my own breath and then slowly eased myself out 
of her. I stood up beside the sofa, Sherri looked up at 
me with pleading eyes as I fastened my pants. She was 
suddenly scared that was it; that I was going to walk 
out on her after having seduced and raped her. However, 
Sherri had willingly given in to me; she was vulnerable 
to me, I freely took her that morning. 

I lifted her from the sofa and carried her down stairs 
to the lower rooms and to one of the bedrooms. I laid 
her across the bed, spread her legs and took her a 
second time. Sherri cried out with her second forceful 
taking as I thrust deep in to her; she cam again in 
another multiple orgasm, thrusting her hips against me. 
After what seemed a long moment, I finally cam, my thick 
warm juices surged in to her love nest. 

I finally lifted myself from her lying to the side to 
watch her as she got her breath back after being 
forcefully fucked twice. Sherri managed to pull herself 
back together then looked at me with a smile of 
conspiracy.
 
"I have a confession to make here, Dave."

"Oh?"

"Well, Rick and I that is..."
	
Now what? My mind reeled with the sudden thought that 
they had pulled something, what I didn't know but Sherri 
finally told me.

"I suppose you heard that Rick was in a bad car wreak on 
the interstate a couple years ago."

I'd heard but as usual I was somewhere else in the world 
when it happened.

She went on: "Well it caused him so he is – well, he 
can't get me pregnant again."

Terrific. 

"Excuse me?" I was incredulous. "And, you two decided 
that you wanted another kid..."

"We considered adoption but decided not to. And there 
was artificial insemination but Rick wouldn't have it – 
not sure of family lines."

Now I had the big picture as they say. "So you two 
decided to keep this in the family..."

Sherri quickly said: "Please don't be angry with us, 
Dave. You don't know how hard it's been for us."

I thought about it for a moment then said: "No. A bit 
surprised is all. My coming back to the states just 
happened to be at the right time and all."

"Yes."

"So I get you pregnant and then what?" I sat up to look 
down at Sherri who was watching me now. Now she couldn't 
tell what mood I was in. What pissed me off at that 
moment was that I fucked her and then she tells me Rick 
and she wanted me to screw her anyway. Lovely family 
here. Then it occurred to me, she was suddenly worried 
that her and Rick's nice little plan to get a baby 
through me was not going to work now. 

But instead Sherri dropped another shell on me. "And I 
know you had sex with Missy the other morning."

I looked back at her shocked. I nearly lost my cookies 
on that one.

"I was going to come down to you then but Missy was just 
ahead of me. I watched as she slipped in the room and I 
watched through the opening as you seduced her."

My blood turned to water. My mouth was dry as sand.

She finally sat up. "As I watched you take her, I 
remembered my first time. Trust me when I say this, 
Dave, I was horny as hell watching you with Missy that 
morning. You don't know how bad I wanted you to do that 
to me too."

I finally asked: "How old were you when you... lost 
your...?"

She glanced at me a second, then said: "I was fourteen. 
Rick was just eighteen then. We were passionate lovers. 
We have always been passionate – until the accident, 
that is. Our lives have been changed entirely by it."

At that point I didn't know what to think. Was this the 
crazy side of the family or what?

Sherri went on: "Watching you with Missy the way you 
seduced her and then took her reminded me of my first 
time. I knew then that you would be the only man I would 
let touch me, to use me the way you used her."
	
Leaning over, she kissed me and then I was laying her 
back on the bed. In a moment my cock was hard and thick 
and wanting to feel the penetration of Sherri's pussy 
again. Sherri softly moaned as I kissed down to her 
pussy and then went between her legs again. I wasn't 
about to ask myself why I was doing this to her a third 
time. I didn't really care anymore. 

An Afternoon with Missy:

It was almost nine thirty before Sherri left for her 
office. I had the house to myself until three that 
afternoon. I went to pick up Missy from school arriving 
there a few minutes early. This was like round three 
with these two women. I pulled up to the entrance where 
she was waiting with a clutch of her little friends – 
some nice looking little girls too. My cock started to 
get hard as I glimpsed a couple of them. Missy got in 
and as I pulled out of the drive she slid across the 
seat to sit beside me. As she slid across the seat her 
little skirt rode up her legs.

"I couldn't wait," she said snuggling up close to me.

I thought to myself, as I glanced down at her nice legs: 
Just like Mom, I am sure you couldn't. Rather, I said: 
"Wait for what?" Dumb question.
	
Missy looked up at me with a toss of her long blonde 
hair. A coy smile lifted the corners of her heart shaped 
mouth as she laid her head against my arm. At a traffic 
light I reached down with my right hand to slide it up 
her slender thigh to her hips and to see the nice little 
yellow and white little girl's flower pattern panties 
she wore. My cock began to ache for release. I slipped 
my fingers between her thighs; Missy willingly spread 
her legs for me as I began to gently caress her little 
pussy. There was a soft moan of pleasure from the little 
girl as I caressed her childhood. Fortunately the light 
was a long one.

As I pulled away from the intersection I said: "You want 
it again, don't you?"

Missy would have crawled up onto my lap if I hadn't been 
driving.

She said in a pleased way: "I want you, Dave. Dave, and 
– I love you."

At another light I took a chance to kiss her. She 
responded with a deep passionate kiss letting me slip my 
tongue in to her mouth. Then I told her: "No word of 
this to anyone, you understand?"

Then I decided what the hell. Sherri already knows I'd 
popped Missy's childhood cherry. I didn't know much 
about Philadelphia but I spotted a side street that led 
back to a park and athletic fields near the high school. 
I decided if this looked like a good place to do it, 
it'd be safer than trying to take her home – or even to 
a "no-tell-motel" where there was a good chance someone 
would notice she was "underage". 

As luck had it, the school was preparing to have work 
done on the playing fields and there was a row of 
construction trailers lined up. There was no one at the 
fields for practice or work. I backed the Cadillac up 
behind the trailers; all the equipment and stuff around 
the trailers pretty well hid the car from view. Good old 
Army field training put to good use.
	
I think too at that point, the idea that Missy was going 
have a man make love to her in a Cadillac was turning 
her on. The feel of the velour seats against her bare 
legs was making her feel excited. I helped her off with 
the jacket and tossed that in to the back seat. Slipping 
my arms about her I began to passionately kiss her. 
Missy was willing and gave in letting me have my way 
with her. I turned her in the seat so I could stroke her 
long gold silken hair. Just the feel of my hand on her 
long hair caused my cock to begin aching and throbbing 
for release. 

Missy pressed herself against me, her small full firm 
breasts felt good against my chest as I held her close.

As I kissed her, I began to slip my fingers along her 
neck and the collar of the blouse and down to the 
buttons. I began to unbutton her soft linen blouse, a 
soft sigh from her told me this is what she wanted. I 
slipped my hand inside her blouse to fondle and caress 
her breasts. I began to ravage her as I kissed her down 
her chest to her little full firm breasts.

Sighing with contentment, Missy said: "I'm yours, Dave."
	
Slipping the bra strap off her shoulder I moved my hand 
to her little breast and the hard erect little nipple. I 
gently fondled it for a moment; the motion of my finger 
on it, caressing the little rose bud nipple sent a wave 
of excitement through her. I kissed her from her 
yielding mouth down to the cleavage of her breasts. A 
sigh of pleasure escaped her as she submitted to me. I 
moved my hand down to her waist and then to her legs. 

Within a short moment I had her skirt pulled up and my 
hand inside her panties. I felt the thatch of silken 
downy hair that was moist with her childhood juices. I 
slipped my finger into Missy's little pussy to finger 
fuck her. It wasn't but a moment before Missy cam, with 
a hard thrust of her hips and a moan of pleasure, her 
childhood juices surged on to my hand. I kept this up, 
fingering her until she had another multiple-orgasm 
before pulling her panties off and laying her down on 
the seat. 

Missy's long golden hair spread out over the seat in an 
angel's halo about her head; she willingly submitted, 
spreading her legs for me as I opened my pants and was 
on top of her, thrusting my cock deep into her throbbing 
little pussy to screw her. As I slipped my hard thick 
raging cock into her childhood, holding it just inside 
her throbbing little pussy, I said to her: "You're still 
my Little Miss Nice and Tight, aren't you?"
	
Missy moaned with the pure satisfaction of being taken, 
she said: "Yes, yes, I'm yours, Dave. Whatever you want 
to do you can do it to me..."

Within moments Missy came again as I thrust my cock deep 
in to her and began fucking her, driving my cock deep in 
to her then holding it inside her for a moment not 
moving as she thrust her hips, riding my raging cock in 
her pussy. She cried with the satisfaction and pleasure 
of being fucked by an older man. Missy cam twice more 
before I could hardly stand holding back then gave in my 
thick male juices filling her childhood. 

Fucking a little junior high schoolgirl brought back the 
memories of that spring and summer back home when I had 
taken my four young girl cousins, and a couple of their 
little friends. What made it such a memory, except for 
Connie, the girls were virgins. 

The next morning was nearly more of the same as I did my 
run around the neighborhood a couple times, showered and 
joined the family in the kitchen. At this point I was 
beginning to feel like the family jiggalo with Sherri 
and Missy. Rick either had no idea what was going on, or 
didn't care; Sherri wanted a baby and was determined to 
get pregnant one way or the other. I was almost inclined 
to think it was the latter.

Rick left first for work, whatever that was then I 
followed taking Missy to school, which she was just 
absolutely getting a big charge out of now. 
Unfortunately Wednesday I had to be at Fort Knox for the 
first of the advanced schools I would be attending for 
the next six months. On the way to Missy's school I had 
my hand up her little skirt feeling her up. Within 
minutes of pulling out of the driveway, my cock was hard 
and thick as a steel rod. The little wench began moving 
her hips ever so gently against my hand that she cam by 
the time we reached the turn off. I stopped short of the 
drop off point to give her a moment to fix herself. She 
finally gave me a big kiss: "Three-thirty, okay?"

I agreed knowing full well what all this would entail. A 
short time later I arrived back at the house. As I 
entered through the kitchen and walked in to the living 
room, on cue, Sherri descended the stairs from the upper 
rooms wearing a sheer blue silk peignoir and silver high 
heel sandals. My cock was still hard from fingering 
Missy.

Without any words between us, I scooped Sherri's petit 
body up in my arms and carried her down stairs to the 
guest room. I laid her across the bed lifted the 
peignoir and pulled off the little sheer lace string 
bikini, unfastened my pants and my cock still hard as a 
steel rod from Missy was all Sherri could take as I 
slipped it in to her warm moist pussy. She could hardly 
wait as she thrust her hips against me forcing my cock 
in to her pulsing pussy. Sherri was so intent on being 
fucked by me that she cam almost as soon as I was in 
her. 

At that moment, I don't why, but my mind was more on 
wanting to screw Missy that afternoon; I began imagining 
I was screwing Missy as I fucked Sherri with the 
intensity of a jack-hammer: Nevertheless, Sherri was 
getting her own enjoyment from the screwing not 
realizing it was Missy I really would rather have been 
screwing at that moment. Yet, I didn't just screw her 
that morning, by the time I finished with her, Sherri 
knew she'd been well fucked and had enjoyed every moment 
of it as I ate her pussy and then I got a helluva good 
blow-job out of the deal. 

Needless to say, the one girl among my cousins who could 
give a good blowjob was Connie, and that was just before 
I went to 'Nam. Needless to say, I was damned exhausted 
myself when we finally finished.

Then that afternoon when I picked up Missy, I had a 
horny little schoolgirl on my hands who wanted nothing 
better than to get laid again. I knew Sherri wouldn't be 
home right away, so I took Missy home and we went down 
to my room. I lay Sherri in the other room that morning. 
The housekeeper had some work ahead of her that morning; 
fortunately she doesn't arrive until nearly nine when 
I'd finished screwing Sherri just in the nick of time.

I picked Missy up and laid her across the bed and lifted 
her little schoolgirl's skirt and pulled her little girl 
nylon panty off and was on her, forcing her to spread 
her legs. As I did this I imagined the first time I 
fucked Susan, I laid her on the kitchen floor where I 
forcefully raped her. The hell of it was Susan actually 
wanted it that way. Missy looked up at me with awe and 
wonder as I thrust my hard thick raging cock into her 
warm wet pulsing little childhood. She gasped as I 
forced my hard thick raging cock in to her wet 
childhood. 

"Aaaaa-hhhhh, Dav-eee! Ohhh, please-eee!" Missy began 
thrusting her hips in slow movements, gasping with each 
long smooth stroke in and out of her beautiful little 
pussy. Then in low gutteral cry Missy cam: Ahhhhh! 
Ohhhh!" and it went on as tears streamed down her 
cheeks, Missy begging me not to stop fucking her. She 
seemed to go on as she pressed herself to me, gently 
rubbing her pussy against me as she wanted me to keep 
fucking her.

Finally after what seemed to be a near eternity I forced 
my steel hard cock deeper in to Missy's small tight 
little girl's childhood pussy, finally I let it go, with 
a near animal groan, I released my thick creamy load in 
to Missy in long warm streams filling her childhood. 

After a moment my cock was still rigid. I started moving 
my cock, thrusting in and out of her in long gentle 
strokes until I had her coming again in multiple 
orgasms. She knew without a doubt that it would be 
sometime before she would see me again that I would have 
the opportunity to screw her. She willingly let me take 
her until both of us collapsed in exhaustion. There was 
no doubt in the girl's mind she had lost her virgin 
childhood innocence and had been fucked by a man that 
week.

The next afternoon Rick and Sherri and Missy, who was 
able to skip the afternoon classes, went with me to the 
airport for my flight to Louisville and the last leg of 
my trip to Fort Knox. Once more, Sherri and Missy were 
dressed in mother-daughter outfits. The two were too 
damned gorgeous for words. Sheer maroon and white lace 
mini-dresses with black panty hose. When Missy sat in 
the back of the Mercedes with me on the way to the 
airport, the hem of the dress rode clear up to her hips 
and I couldn't help but see the sheer lace of the panty 
hose and she was not wearing panties. 
	
At the waiting lounge Sherri took Missy to the ladies 
room. Once they were gone Rick slipped me a thick manila 
envelope.

"Look at it later," he said brushing the importance of 
its contents aside as Sherri and Missy walked away to 
the ladies room. "It was great having you and we'll be 
down to see you at graduation, okay?"

"Yeah, August," I replied slipping the envelope into my 
attachι case with the rest of the stuff that I was 
carrying. "I'll give you a call every so often."

"Oh, definitely, goes without saying," Rick agreed.

When it finally came time to board my flight, I got the 
damnedest goodbye kisses a guy could ever hope for from 
a girl. Sherri and Missy were more than passionate in 
their goodbye kisses; Sherri gave me a passionate kiss 
that damned near gave me a permanent hard-on for life. 
Missy, not to be out done by her Mother gave me one that 
damned near gave me an orgasm. But Rick took it all in 
stride with a hearty handshake. 

As I took my seat with a businessman, who had seen the 
goodbyes I got could not help but comment: "Nice family 
you got there, Sergeant."

I glanced over at him. "Thank you, and that's just the 
eastern relatives. I got four more like them waiting for 
me back home."

His mouth dropped like a rock. 

Once we were at altitude I opened the attachι case to 
take out the envelope. Opening it, I damned near had a 
stroke. Rick had given me nearly ten grand in cash and 
five thousand shares in preferred stock in his company! 
With another twenty-five thousand in three months – 
which meant, if Sherri proved positive in pregnancy 
tests in the next month, I'd stand to get a load of cash 
and other indemnities out of this little deal of theirs. 
My next worry of course was Missy. If I got Mommy 
knocked up, what were the chances of the daughter being 
knocked up too?

About half way to Kentucky it occurred to me that Sherri 
and Rick had been screwing since she was fourteen – 
somewhere in there is when she finally became pregnant – 
what were the chances, they were using Missy as a backup 
for Sherri?

Nice – real nice thought.

What was August going to bring was one thought that 
would not go away during school. I could still see Missy 
laid across the bed that morning, her look of awe and 
wonder as I forcefully penetrated her cherry childhood; 
then Sherri, as I took her and screwed her.

The graduation was one I'll never forget. Sherri was now 
six and a half months pregnant. I know most of the guys 
in my class were trying to imagine this gorgeous woman 
before she got knocked up. I knew without any question: 
Rick's wife, my kid. Anyway, it made them happy, Rick 
would have the son he wanted all along and I was only 
too glad in the end to help him get what he wanted. 
Then, Missy; Missy that afternoon was all girl, a little 
fourteen year old school girl with the raging hormones 
of a horny eighteen year old who couldn't wait to get 
laid.

That weekend when they had come down to Fort Knox for 
the graduation was also Missy's birthday. Rick and 
Sherri were turning this trip into a special occasion 
for Missy. I had a chance to pick up a couple special 
gifts for her at the PX. One was a gold Forget Me Not 
pendant necklace and another, a bracelet. 

We loaded all my bags in to the back of the rental 
Cadillac (of course that went without saying) he had and 
we went back to Louisville. Rick had reserved rooms at a 
four star hotel near the airport and convention center. 
The rooms were all in a row. As the bellhop unloaded my 
bags into the room, I noticed the door that connected my 
room with the other. For the moment it did not occur to 
me who had what room next to mine. At that point it 
should have been obvious, I suppose.

Following the meal and the big special birthday cake for 
Missy and a special one for me for my graduation from 
the NCO schools, we adjourned to the cocktail lounge for 
drinks – Missy had to settle for ginger ale, we finally 
headed back to the rooms; I had another long flight 
ahead of me back home for a few days leave then south 
bound and down to Fort Hood, Texas, now nearly seven 
months later.

I settled in to the room to collect my thoughts when the 
door from the attached room opened. With the slow serene 
gestures of an angel Missy, stepped in to the room in a 
sheer white negligee showing off her beautiful breasts, 
the areoles surmounted buy the hard erect nipples 
tenting the sheer material, the sheer white string 
bikini panty outlined the thatch of dusky hair around 
her little girl's pussy. My cock was suddenly hard as an 
inch and half steel rod. 

The girl had bedroom eyes and bedroom voice: "I'm yours 
tonight, Dave. When you want me, just call I'm yours 
forever more..." The negligee slid from her shoulders to 
the floor as she crossed the room to the bed. 

That night I fucked a little fifteen year old angel.

To be continued...

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time to see if there have been any updates to this 
story by the author.

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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