From: Mr BOB Doubleena
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Subject: Lolita Squared     (M/ff, inc, ped)
Date: Sat, 16 Dec 1995 05:09:27 GMT
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                             LOLITA SQUARED





In the summer of my 18th year, the summer before I began college, I

got

a call from my aunt.



"Joe, what are your plans for the summer?" she asked me.



"Well, not much," I confessed.  I hadn't really been looking for a

job.



"Would you like to do me a huge favor?"



"Depends."



"I've been put on temporary assignment in Europe, and I have no one to

take care of the girls.  I wondered if you'd come down here and take

care of them until I get back."  Her husband had been killed a year

before in a crash, and her high-powered job didn't give her much

slack.



"Um, how long, Aunt Sally? I gotta get ready for school..."  The

thought

of spending a long summer with just my ten-year-old and

twelve-year-old

cousins didn't thrill me."



"I leave on May 30th, and I'll be back by August first.  So you should

have plenty of time to get ready for school.  And I'll pay you a

thousand dollars for your time, plus an allowance for running the

house

and buying food and such."



I didn't really see how I could tell her "no".  I needed the money,

and

she knew it.  And, I told myself, looking on the bright side, her

place

in California was pretty cool, with a pool and pleasant climate.

Maybe

the change of scene would do me good.



Thus it came to pass that I found myself occupying my aunt's enormous

house with my cousins Lisa and Jenny.  Lisa was the twelve-year-old,

and

Jenny was ten.



They'd both grown since I'd seen them last.  My memory was of two

noisy,

bratty, spoiled kids, dirty and out-of-control.  I was unprepared for

the pretty nyphets who greeted me.  Amazingly they were both clean and

neat.  Both wore short sundresses which were virtually transparent.  I

could easily see their little-girl undies beneath the thin cloth, and

it

was obvious that Lisa was beginning to develop.  Her small hard mounds

seemed large for her age, and she still hadn't begun wearing bras.

Both

girls had that coltish grace which seems unique to young girls on the

threshold of adolescence. Their legs seemed almost impossibly long for

their tiny bodies.  Both had Sally's blonde hair and china-blue eyes.

Their faces were almost angelically beautiful, and their lips were

surprisingly full and pouty.  Seeing the transformation was a real

shock

to me.



When I'd arrived, they both ran up to me and practically flung

themselves at me.  "Uncle Joe! Uncle Joe!  We're so glad you came to

keep us company," they bubbled.  They swarmed over me.  'Whoa, boy," I

told myself.  'Careful.'  I had discovered that I was starting to get

turned on by the contact and sight of their firm young bodies.

'Sheesh,

what have I got myself into?  I'm gonna go nuts with these little

girls

crawling all over me...'



In no time, Aunt Sally had left for the airport, and I was alone with

my

little charges.



Over the next week, I became even more worried.  My little cousins

seemed to lack all sense of modesty.  They paraded through the house

in

nothing but tiny panties.  Their nighties all seemed to be of the

"shorty" variety known as "baby-dolls".  When they weren't half-naked

they were playing in the pool.  And I hadn't known that such sexy

bikini

suits were even made in little-girl sizes.



I tried to exercise some discipline, with no effect.  I tried to talk

to

them, explaining that such behavior wasn't proper.  "Girls, please get

dressed," I said.



"But we always dress this way!  Mom lets us!"



"Well, I'm not Mom."



They just giggled at me and continued dressing exactly as before.  I

tried punishment; but spanking was out--it turned me on! And nothing

else I could think of seemed to matter to the girls.  They accepted

their punishment with silent looks of reproach, and kept on doing

whatever I'd punished them for doing.  Eventually, I gave up.



So I was, it seemed, continually surrounded by acres of bare

girl-flesh.



The exposure soon began to have a predictable effect on me.  I began

to

get incredibly horny.  Luckily, I'd brought a supply of "men's

magazines" and x-rated videotapes.  Both these--and my fist--began to

be

used often to relieve the sexual tension that seemed to fill the

house.

Even with the release that masturbation brought, it didn't seem

enough.

And the girls weren't helping.  They began to find excuses to sit on

my

lap--sometimes dressed in nothing but those little panties--or would

beg

me to swim with them.  In the pool they were all over me, and the

contact was maddeningly exciting.



One Sunday morning, I think it was the second one I spent there, I was

jacking off in my room, looking at undraped women--but thinking of

those

tiny little asses and thighs and of Lisa's hard little titties.



Suddenly I heard a small sound. I looked up, and saw my little

cousins,

standing in the doorway, watching me.  Their expressions were rapt and

full of innocent wonder at the sight of what I was doing.  As usual,

they had on those tiny baby-doll nighties.  My face flaming, I tried

to

cover myself and conceal the magazines I'd been looking at.  I tried

to

think of something to say.  I think I stammered something inane like:

"Good...good...morning...uh,..."



Lisa giggled. "Don't be ashamed, Uncle Joe.  We've been watching you

exercise your, um, muscle ever since you got here.  We've seen you do

it

lots of times.  We like to watch it get long and stiff."



Jenny chimed in. "And I like when stuff comes out of it!"



"We made Bobby Wald show us his, but it was tiny, not big and fat like

yours--or the guys on those tapes.  We like yours much better,"

remarked

Lisa.



The girls came over to the bed, where my erection, though still

obvious,

was rapidly collapsing beneath the blanket I'd hastily thrown over it.



"Can we see it?" asked Jenny.  "Please?"



"I don't think so," I told them. "It's not right..."



"Oh, you're always worrying about what's 'right'," Lisa teased.



"Yeah; I wanna see," said Jen.  While I was distracted by Jenny, Lisa

reached down and pulled away the blanket.  A look of disappointment

came

over her face as she saw that my organ was no longer erect.  "Oh, it's

soft again," she said, crossly, as if complaining about an inflatable

toy that had lost its air.  "Make it get stiff again!"



"Um, I don't think I can," I told her.



"Why?  It always gets stiff real fast when you look at those pictures

and touch it..."



"Um, well, yeah...but it's different with you girls here..."



"Can we help you make it stiff? Please?"



Oh boy.  I began, "Now, Lisa, you know that's not..."



But her soft hand had reached out to touch my cock, and she was

stroking

it gently.  Her touch was as soft as a butterfly's. I forgot what I

was

going to say.  After a while, she said, "Look, it's starting to puff

up

again.  But it's not like when you do it...Would you like to look at

us?

Like you look at those ladies in your magazines?  Would that help make

it hard?"



By now I was too far gone to try to resist.  "Yeah, Lisa.  I guess I

would."



Lisa turned to her sister.  "Jenny, come here and keep touching it.

I'm

more mature, so I'll show off for Joe."



The girls traded places.  Lisa began to 'show off', which wasn't

difficult as her tiny nightie didn't conceal much.  Soon she was nude,

and was doing a little dance before me, proudly displaying her body

for

my eager inspection.  Meanwhile her younger sister continued to stroke

and caress my cock.  A look of wide-eyed awe and innocent wonder

filled

her features.



"I don't have much hair between my legs like those big girls do," Lisa

said as she danced. "Do you think I look as pretty as the girls in

your

magazines, Uncle Joe?"



"Uhhhh...yes, Lisa...I think you are beautiful...and your pretty

little

cunt is perfect, even without a lot of hair."



"Are my tits pretty, too?"



"Oh, yes, they are lovely."



She seemed almost ready to burst with pride--and I was almost ready to

burst with lust.  Preening and posing, she thrust her tiny mounds out

for better viewing.  "They're getting big.  I just know I'll have big

ones!"



In almost no time, it seemed, these two little hussies had me

rock-hard

and nearing orgasm.  Jenny turned to her sister, and told her, "It's

nice and stiff now.  It feels so nice, Lisa!  It's hard and soft at

the

same time, and it's making a sort of pumping motion...Oh!"  I'd

spurted

all over Jenny's little hand.  Lisa stopped her dance and approached.

"Is that your...sperm?"



"Yes," I told her.



"Why did you do that...make sperm?"



"Well, I couldn't help it...It's involuntary."



"You mean WE MADE you do that?"



"Uh huh.  When a girl makes a man feel very good, gives him lots and

lots of pleasure, like you girls just did for me, then the man cannot

help it--he just squirts like that.  It's called 'cumming'."



"You mean you can't control it?"



"Not easily.  Some men can, at least for a while. But usually, it just

happens--like I said, involuntary."



"Oooh, how wonderful.  We made you cum--made you feel so good that you

couldn't help yourself!" The idea of such power obviously appealed to

them.  They exchanged awed glances. Then a new thought occurred to

Jenny:



"It's sort of like I MILKED you, isn't it?"



"I'm not sure I understand..."



"Well, when a milkmaid milks a cow, the cow has to give milk, doesn't

it? It can't help giving milk.  You can't help giving sperm.  So isn't

what we did a little bit like that?"



"Yes, I guess."



"Mmmmm. I LIKE milking you and making you cum," Jen said with feeling.

"I'm gonna do it lots more, and you won't be able to help yourself,"

she

said, looking sidelong at me.  That look alone was nearly enough to

stiffen me again.



"Can I touch it?", Lisa begged.



"Sure, if you want to."



Lisa reached out and scooped up some of it with her finger.  She

sniffed. "Smells funny," she said.  "Do big girls really like to drink

it?"



"Well, they don't really drink," I began.



"We saw them--on those tapes you have.  They made the man shoot

sperm--just like WE did!--and then they swallowed it."



"Well, some girls like the taste and some don't.  I don't think you'd

like it," I said.



Lisa looked at me with those blue eyes.  Then she lifted her fingers

to

her mouth and slowly licked all of my spunk off them.  "Not bad," she

said.  "I think I sorta like it!"



"Can I have some?" Jenny asked.  I started to answer, but Lisa

answered

for me. "Sure.  Try it."  And before I knew it, both girls were

lapping

at my crotch, practically competing with each other to get the most of

my jism.



When they were done, I started to realize what had happened.  I

covered

myself again, and said, "Uh, girls, listen.  What just happened was an

accident.  I really didn't mean to, well, fool around with you.  And

I didn't really touch you anywhere, did I? It won't happen again.  But

you've gotta promise me that you won't tell anybody about this--I

could

get in BIG trouble for this--even go to jail--if anybody finds out.

So

I promise, I won't mess with you any more.  But you will have to

promise

to dress in regular clothes from now on, OK?  When you dress in just

undies or nighties like you've been doing, it makes me get all

excited.  And then I have to, er, 'touch my muscle', like I was just

doing.  If you keep dressing like that, I don't know if I can control

myself--I might do something like this again.  And what just happened

has to be our secret, OK?"



The girls looked at each other and giggled.  Lisa replied, "No, Uncle

Joe."



"What do you mean?"



"This wasn't an accident.  We've wanted to do this since you got here.

Why do you think we kept dressing like that?  We knew it would make

you

all excited.  And we know you didn't mean to do anything--we had to

MAKE

you.  It was fun.  And we want to do lots more!"



Jenny said, "Yeah.  And we want you to touch us, too.  It feels so

good

when we touch ourselves.  We want you to help us feel good, like we

did

for you!"



"But..."



"We've heard all that stuff about child molesters and dirty old men.

About what to do if 'someone touches you in a way that makes you

uncomfortable'.  But if YOU touch us, it won't ever make us

uncomfortable! You can touch us anywhere--everywhere.  We won't tell,

Uncle Joe.  We would never tell anyone, right Jenny?"



"Right.  We decided that it had to be secret, even before you got

here."



"Wait a minute.  You mean you kids have been planning this before I

got

here?"



"Uh huh.  As soon as Mom told us you'd be taking care of us, we

started

to plan what we'd do," Lisa said.  "And it worked!"



"Yeah, it sure did," I said ruefully.



"Momma told us about men," Jenny said. "She said they are easy to get

excited, 'cause...'cause..."



"Because they are very 'visual creatures'," Lisa helped, obviously

repeating what her mother had said.  "She thought she was warning us

about modesty and keeping our bodies covered up, but we figured out

how

to make you want us from what she told us," she proudly concluded.



"Wow.  Well, it sure is true.  Men ARE visual creatures," I told her.



"Good. 'Cause now we can keep dressing in pretty undies and nighties

all

summer," she crowed.  "We'll keep you all excited all summer. And,"

she

said with a sly smile, "there's nothing you can do about it, 'cause

you

won't be able to help yourself when you see us in our little panties,

is

there?"



"No, Lisa, I guess not."



Jenny clapped her hands. "I love showing off for you, Uncle Joe," she

cooed.  "And I bet you'll do anything we tell you to do, as long as we

keep you excited, won't you?"



"Um, pretty much, Jen," I answered.



"Oooh, this is gonna be sooo much fun!  You're gonna be like a great

big

cuddly toy, just for us to play with!"



Now Lisa spoke up.



Will you take us to buy some grown-up panties?"



"Grown up?" I asked.



"Yeah.  You know--bikinis.  And made of nylon, not cotton.  Cotton

undies are for babies."



"Sure.  You girls sure aren't babies!"



"Will you take pictures?" Jenny suddenly asked.



"Pictures?"



"Yeah.  Like in the magazines and tapes you have.  We want to be in

pictures like that."



I thought she was joking.



"Let me get this right: you girls are ASKING me to take dirty pictures

of you?"



"Uh huh.  We want to be sure you'll remember us after this summer."



"Don't worry, girls, after this morning, you can be sure I'll NEVER,

EVER forget you!"



"And," Lisa added, "We want it to be OUR pictures you look at when you

play with your 'muscle' after you leave here!"



And that was how I began to 'take care' of my little cousins.  If

their

behavior had been shameless before, now it was completely out of

control.  Now they dressed almost exclusively in skimpy undies.  Even

in

the pool, they ignored their bathing suits and wore panties which

became

virtually transparent when they got wet.  They both began sleeping

with

me, and even begged me to let them shower with me.  I was too far gone

to resist.  The both knew they could 'wrap me around their little

finger', quite literally.  As promised, I took them on shopping trips

and bought them lots of 'grown up' undies, which they loved to wear

for

me.



Jenny began playing a little game.  Sometimes she would appear dressed

in a tiny mini-skirt or sundress, and would slowly lift the hem of her

skirt.  She'd say, "Uncle Joe, look at me."  Then, after giving me an

opportunity to watch her reveal her beautiful thighs, she'd say, "Do

you

want me to show you more?"



"Yes, Jenny; please show me more."



"Then you've got to..." and she would make some demand, give some

order

or command, which I would have to obey if I wanted to see more.



Jenny loved the idea of controlling me with her beauty, her sexiness.

She loved combining 'showing off' with the notion of control.  And I

was

glad to play along with her fantasy; after all, I was getting plenty

of

'action' from Jen and her sister, and watching her tease was a real

turn-on.



Before long, she had me calling her "Mistress", and she was calling me

"Slave"--the fiction was that I was a helpless slave to her beauty and

sexual power.  And that wasn't too far from the truth.



And as they demanded, I gave them pleasure, playing with their little

bodies, stroking and licking them.  Watching their little bodies jerk

and spasm as I touched them was a terrific turn on. They were

amazingly

sensitive--and sensuous.  I found I could bring them to the brink of

orgasm with a few gentle caresses.



But I never deflowered them--even though Lisa begged me to.  Even I

had

limits, and I was afraid I'd injure them.  "No, Lisa, you're not big

enough.  It might hurt you, and I'd never do that."



"I know, Uncle Joe.  But it feels so nice--and I want you inside me,

like those girls on the videos."



"Just be patient, Lisa, and before too long you'll be big enough for

me

to try it."



"But we only have this summer," she pouted.  "Then you'll be gone, and

I

won't be able to play with your cock any more!"



"Well, maybe you'll find a boyfriend here," I ventured lamely.



"No, Uncle Joe. We want YOU.  You're our boyfriend, and we're your

girlfriends!"



They had begged me to let them watch my X-rated videos with me, and I

did.  The three of us watched them all, and there was constant

sex-play

as we watched.  The girls were fascinated by the idea of fellatio.

They

soon tried their tiny mouths on my cock.  They really couldn't do a

very

good job; their jaws were too small to allow them to give truly good

head.  But they tried, and the sight of those tiny blonde heads moving

up and down my rod was enough to bring me off.



And they insisted on studying the photos and tapes I took of them,

especially of the ones in which they were pleasing me.  They loved

watching tapes of themselves giving head, or manually pleasuring me.

They actually used the tapes to refine their technique!



They were bursting with pride at their accomplishments.  "Now we're

grown-up," Jenny said. "Just like big girls."



"Yeah," said Lisa.  "And we know how to milk a man's cock, and make

him

come.  I love making you so excited that you can't help cumming!

And I think I know...almost...what big girls feel like when they make

love."



One evening, the three of us lay lazily in bed, gently fondling and

stroking one another. Jenny was watching TV on her belly, her lovely

little bottom clad only in tiny blue panties. I gazed at that

beautiful

sight, rubbing the slippery nylon that covered her tiny butt.  Lisa

was

dressed in a shortie nightgown, and was using the hem of it to rub my

penis.  Idly, Lisa said, "Y'know, Uncle Joe, what we are?"



"What, Lisa?"



"We're a little club.  A sex club.  Just for you and me and Jen.  And

the club is just for pleasure, for feeling good, and learning about

our

bodies.  It's so nice!"



"A sex club, huh?  I guess that's right.  I'm glad you girls let me

in!"



"Oh, it wouldn't have been possible without you.  You taught us how to

be women--how to please a man and do what big girls do."



At last, our summer of sex play was drawing to an end.  It was the day

before the girls' mother was due back.  I made them dress in "normal"

clothes and I packed all of the sexy undies I'd bought for them in my

bag.  The photos and video tapes I took as "mementos" of our fun.



I was feeling sad that this remarkable episode was ending.  "Don't be

sad, Uncle Joe," Lisa told me. "We'll figure how to get together with

you again."



As I left, Lisa whispered in my ear, "I'm so glad you have those tapes

and pictures.  It's nice to know you'll be cumming while you look at

them.  And save those undies--we might need them someday!"



I went off to college, carefully locking up my 'mementos' in a trunk.

I

looked at the photos and video tapes, sometimes, jacking off and

thinking of my little cousins, so eager to learn about love.



After graduation, I moved to San Francisco.  One evening the phone

rang.



"Uncle Joe?"



"Lisa? Is that you?"



"Uh huh. Jen is here too.  We're coming to see you!"



"Where are you now?"



"At the bus station.  Mom had to go on another one of her trips, and

we

asked her if we could visit you.  She said yes--and we decided to make

it a surprise!  And we have another surprise for you--just wait until

you see!"



I drove down to the Greyhound station.  My eyes almost popped from

their

sockets.  For Lisa was now a stunning beauty of 16-- and Jenny was 14.

Both of them wore tiny revealing minidresses.  Could these be the same

little girls who had seduced me that summer?  There were two little

girls with them, holding hands with my cousins.



The children seemed to be about the same age as Lisa and Jenny had

been,

that summer. One was a lovely asian girl; the younger one was a slight

redhead with milk-white skin.  Both had on transparent sundresses,

twins

of the ones that I remembered Lisa and Jenny wearing.



"This is Kim, and that's Julie," Lisa said, introducing the kids.

"They, um, would like to join our club!"



"How..how..did you get them?" I stammered.



"We got summer jobs at the orphanage.  The director let us take them

to

see San Francisco.  He doesn't know we've been looking for girls who

feel the same way we did!"



"Well, I'm pleased to meet you, Kim and Julie," I said.



Kim, the asian girl, spoke up. "Thank you for letting us join your

club.

Will you teach us like you taught Lisa and Jenny?"



"If that's what you truly want," I told her.



"Oh, goodie!" exclaimed Julie.



"I want to make you come," Kim stated matter-of-factly.



Hearing this from an innocent-looking 12-year-old oriental child

boggled

my mind.



"We told her about 'milking'," Lisa elaborated.  "She can't wait to

milk

you," she said with a grin, "and I can't wait to watch her."



"I want to give head," chirped Julie, not to be outdone.



"We've had them practising with cucumbers and dildos," Jenny remarked.

"Julie is great--much better than we were.  She can partially

dislocate her jaw.  You're in for a treat."



"You girls are lucky," Jenny told them. "You don't have to show off or

spend a lot of time getting Joe to join, like we did.  You can start

right away!"



They jumped into the car. "Oh, Uncle Joe, we've waited so long to see

you again!" Lisa kissed me, a grown-up kiss, with her tounge thrusting

into my mouth, just as I'd taught her that summer.  And Jenny's hand

was

on my thigh, moving higher...



"Uh, girls, can't this wait until we're home?" I asked.  "I gotta

drive."



"Oh, all right," Jenny pouted.  "But hurry up!"



"We told you that we'd find a way to get together again," Lisa said.

"The Club is back in session, and now we're big enough..."



"And guess what's in these suitcases?" said Jenny.



"Um..."



"Undies, Uncle Joe.  It's practically all we packed.  We think you'll

like them.  I can't wait to show them to you, and we brought lots for

the kids too!"



Lisa said, "Did you save the undies you bought for us, Uncle Joe?"



"Uh huh," I said.



"Good. They ought to fit the kids perfectly.  Oooh, I just can't wait

to

see them in our little pants!"



"Me too."



Lisa smiled. "If Kim and Julie like you, we just might see if we can

arrange an adoption!"



"Huh?"



"I told you we had jobs in the orphanage.  We operate the office

computer.  I think we can fix it so you can adopt Julie and Kim if

they

like you."



"You mean if I like them."



"No." She grinned. "YOU are the cow; the cow doesn't pick the

milkmaid,

does it?"



"I get it."



Soon we were all in my condo.  To my surprise, all four girls

immediately began undressing, stripping down to sexy undies.  Lisa and

Jenny were braless, and their firm tits proved that they'd both grown

up.  Lisa didn't waste any time. "C'mon, lets go to the bedroom.  I

want

the girls to get started."