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Subject: Recruits, part two, chapter 6 (Mf, Ff, ff, pedo, inc, spank, mc)
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DISCLAIMER

Blah blah under 18 blah blah self-righteous blah blah fuck off blah blah

(If you're under 18 and you read this, I really don't mind.  Of course I

have to SAY I mind, so I mind).

                   ***** DISCLAIMER DISCLAIMER *****

This story is a little beyond the pale, I suppose.  It contains

consensual sex and DISCLIPLINE between adults and children.  If it makes

you feel better, this story takes place in an alternate universe, where

little girls like having sex and being spanked/punished.  (Of course,

the girls in MY story like it).  I don't relate well to the real world,

so I created this one in my head.  I'm probably (definitely) insane, but

so far nobody has caught on.

                     Chapter 6 - The Last Apartment

   The four of us finally made our way back to the living room.  We

introduced Amber and Jackie to their mother, and they both seemed

interested in the fact that she was topless, as they had both gotten

dressed back into their sleepwear.  I considered instructing them both

to suck on one of her nipples, just for the satisfaction (I guess I'm an

incest junkie), but I was sated at the moment, and I still wanted to

leave time for the last apartment.  Dale had apparently fucked both Andi

and Tawny, leaving the three little girls to enjoy themselves, as I had

suspected.  Little Ashley had proved the perfect submissive sex-toy of

the incestous sisters; when I saw them, Jamie was holding Ashley's

compliant face over her bare little pre-teen pussy and Laurie was giving

Ashley a hard spanking, at which the submissive girl was moaning

encouragement.  I could see that Laurie was a lot less gentle with the

little girl than the girls' mother, and her behind was glowing red from

Laurie's punishment.

   Jamie had thrown back her head in pleasure, making amazing

little-girl noises from the back of her throat.  Amber and Jackie,

Tawny's two daughters, were watching with mild wonder; this was

something both of them had experienced, but I think they were of a mind

to join in.

   "Ahem," I cleared my throat.  "As much as I hate to break this up, we

still have one more apartment to visit."

   With surprising speed, the girls broke things off and put their

clothes back on (what little clothes they were wearing, anyway), and

assembled to move on to the next apartment.  I realized I was feeling

like a kindergarten teacher, herding my flock around, and I made a snap

decision.  "On second thought," I nodded my head towards Dale, "why

don't you all stay here with him.  I'm sure you've all got tons of

questions, and he'd be happy to answer them."

   Dale looked torn between staying here with prime orgy material, and

exploring the next apartment (and a new batch of girls); he finally

acquiesced and sat down so the girls could crowd around him.  I smiled

wryly and shut the door behind me.



   I pushed open the last door, which offered no resistance; it had been

kicked in like the other three.  Just like the apartment below, it

contained a mother and her young daughter; they were both watching TV,

and the mother had her arm on the little girl's shoulder.  They were

both staring blankly at it; I realized that this scene was more

frightening than the others, since I was in this apartment alone.  The

whole apartment looked surreal; bizarre.  The lights were off, and the

blue glow of the television reflected off the two expressionless faces.

The box was sending out sounds, but I was the only one picking them up.

   I shuffled around the apartment, looking for clues as to their

identity.  The mother was very young, probably about my age.  She was

wearing a _short_ pink dress; her modesty gone, she had let it ride up a

bit, and the crotch of her panties was visible.  I got the impression

she wasn't wearing a bra, but the lighting was terrible, and I couldn't

be sure.

   The little girl was tiny; she didn't look old enough for

kindergarten.  She was dressed, innocently, in a long cotton nightgown

which started just below her collarbone.  There were two satin straps

that slipped over her shoulders and tied off into ribbons to hold the

cloth on her little body.  Her bare shoulders and silky dark hair made

her look like an angel; only the blank look in her eyes ruined the

illusion.

   I finally found a birth certificate and a social security card (but

no driver's license, which struck me as odd) to identify the two.  I

stepped in between them and the TV and cleared my throat.  They both

glanced up, and I held the mother's attention, letting the little girl's

gaze drift back to the tube.

   "Hello," I introduced, "do you remember who you are?"

   She frowned a bit, and admitted that she didn't.  Like the other

girls in the building, she didn't seem to care much.

   "Your name is Karen," I explained.  "And this little angel is your

daughter, Crystal.  She's 5."  The little girl heard this and seemed to

make the connection that I was talking about her.  The zoned-out

expression started to leave the girl's eyes, but they still seemed to be

in need of some "programming".

   I don't know what it was, but the little girl was making my heart

thump harder than it ever had before.  I *had* to have her in my arms,

right now.  I knew her mother wouldn't object, so I took her hand and

stood her up.  The long nightie she was wearing fell into place and

billowed around her legs for a second - my mouth went dry.  God, was

I ever incorrigible.  If I had any doubts as to whether or not I was

a pedophile, they would have vanished then and there.  I was more in

love with this angelic five-year-old than I thought possible.

   The only problem was her eyes.  She was still staring off into

space.  Like the others, once she had been given a name, she came back

to reality a bit, but she still lacked a human quality until she was

given some sort of personality.  So I decided to give her one.  "You," I

explained, "are a nymphomaniac.  So is your mother, here."

   As I expected, she asked what that meant.  I offered to show her, and

she nodded with a look of curiosity.  I slipped my hands up to her

shoulders - she was so small, her shoulders were at my belt level.  I

untied the ribbons that held up her nightie and let it slip to her feet

in one fluid motion.  I stroked my hands against her impossibly soft,

yielding skin and touched her tiny cheek.  I thought my heart was going

to explode from my ribcage, I was so excited.  I pulled her close, and

she responded yieldingly.  She pressed her soft little face against my

stomach, and seemed to be enjoying herself.  I could tell that the

zombie was starting to drift out of her.

   Karen stood up, and lifted her dress up, prepared to strip for me.  I

instructed her not to - I wanted her to stay dressed for a few more

minutes.  She complied, and let her short pink dress fall back around

her waist.  It was then that it struck me that there was something

familiar about her... I couldn't place it, but I didn't think it was

important.  I wondered if maybe I had seen her on TV once.

   My cock was rigid again.  Even for somebody as oversexed as I am,

being hard that soon after sex was something else.  It was pressed

heavily against little Crystal's naked chest.  Her soft little nipples

were so tiny and so young that they seemed to almost blend in with the

rest of her chest.  It occured to me that I couldn't really see her, so

I asked Karen to turn on the lights.

   When they came on, I realized that this little vision was

breathtaking.  I took in her cute little pixie face and had to lift her

up so that I could kiss her little mouth.  My tongue found its way

through the preschooler's innocent little baby lips - God, she felt

incredible.  I had one arm slung under her panty-covered bottom, and was

stroking her hair with my free hand.  Her mother was watching in latent

curiosity as I increased my passion.  There was something about this

tiny angel that I couldn't put my finger on...

   Without setting her down, I used my free hand to slide her panties

off, and asked Karen to pull them off of the baby girl's feet.  Crystal

giggled when her little pussy was exposed - she pressed it against my

belly, savoring the feeling.  Apparently, she liked it as much as I did.

My arm was pressed against her now bare bottom - the little nymphet was

completely nude and so felt so soft I thought I would melt.  I kissed

her little cheeks, her soft, pliant neck, and then I put one hand on

each of her hips and lifted her up so that I could put one of her young

nipples in my mouth.  It felt so good to suck on it, and she cooed

contentedly.  I doubt she felt much in the way of eroticism; her body

was too small for that, but she seemed to be enjoying the attention I

was giving her.  She was so sweet as I kissed one little nipple, then

the other, then back again... she loved it so much she was squealing

with pleasure.  I bit down softly against one of the soft little nubbins

- she giggled and sighed in the back of her throat, thrusting her tiny

chest forward into my mouth.

   I lifted her barely perceptible weight higher until her bare little

prepubescent pussy was in front of my face.  I began to kiss the fat

little lips in the front, and my tongue snaked out and found her tiny

clit.  She moaned out loud when I found it (and it was an effort on a

girl that young), telling me that she was feeling something new here.  I

wrapped my lips around the little cunny and sucked it gently into my

mouth.  It felt so good to have her in mouth, holding her baby body up

over my head.  She bent her legs and set her knees on my shoulders,

beginning to ride my mouth as I tilted my head back to accomodate her.

At that moment I could think of nothing beyond pleasuring this baby who

seemed so receptive to pleasure.  Even though I was decidedly a

pedophile, I had never played with such a young girl before.  My

preferred age range was just preteen; say, 11 or 12.  I had no idea how

soft and wonderful babies like Crystal could be.  She would start

kindergarten in a year, and I was holding her naked little body in my

hands, possessing her.  I felt thrilled and amazed at the same time.  I

just couldn't beleive how much I was enjoying this.

   I was especially enjoying her encouraging moans of delight.  She was

humping against my face wildly now, controlling the action.  I was

having a rough time hanging on to her, and she seemed to have implicit

faith that I wouldn't let her fall, since she wasn't helping a bit.  I

kissed and sucked alternately and listened to her love the treatment she

was receiving.

   Finally, I set her down.  I would have loved to lick her to an

orgasm, but even I knew that a five-year-old baby wasn't capable of one.

She didn't seem to mind, having enjoyed the feeling the entire time we

were doing it.  She wrapped her arms around me and one of her still-soft

nipples was ground against my rock hard penis.  I noticed her mother

watching the two of us.

   "Am I a nymphomaniac, too?" she asked.  I had to suppress the urge to

laugh, and I nodded seriously.

   "Yes," I reassured her, "you are.  Why don't you come over and do to

Crystal what I was just doing to her?"

   She came over compliantly and I had her little daughter sit down on

the rug with her legs spread as wide as they could.  Her mother layed

down on her belly, with her face right in the little angel's pussy.  I

instructed her on how to lick and kiss it, and told Crystal to "correct

Mommy" if she wasn't doing a good job.  She gave me a conspiratorial

smile and I kissed her conspiratorial mouth.

   She began enjoying herself again immediately.  I slid my hand down

Karen's smooth back, and when I reached the hem of her dress, I pulled

it up so that her panties were visible.  I started to swat, lightly.

She tried to look up, but Crystal grabbed her hair with both hands.  I

smiled and winked at her.  "Is she doing it right, honey?"  I asked the

preschooler.

   "It doesn't feel the same as when you do it."

   I swatted her mother's exposed bottom again.  She wriggled her hips

accomodatingly - apparently she was finding pleasure in this, as well.

"This is called spanking," I explained, "and if you are naughty, I have

to do it to you."  Without looking up (because Crystal still had a tight

grip on the woman's hair) she nodded her acquiesence.  Crystal started

using her hands to control where her mother licked, and how hard and how

fast.  I continued spanking the woman, really starting to get off on

this.  I slipped her panties down to her knees and left them there - I

continued administering her spanking as her head began to move faster

over her little girls' cunny.  Her hair was shaking back and forth and

the little angel had such a tight grip on it, I was beginning to worry.

   I stood up and disentangled Crystal's hands from her mother's hair,

and Karen slumped in releif.  "Now I want to show you something else

nymphomaniacs do," I explained.  "Open your mouth, sweetheart."  Crystal

parted her lips a bit, and I unzipped my pants.  I could tell there was

no way her mouth was big enough to fellate me, but I wanted to feel her

kiss it.  My cock sprung out again, and her eyes widened momentarily.  I

gripped the shaft in one hand, and her little head in the other.  I

guided her lips to the head, and she immediately picked up that I wanted

her to kiss it.  I groaned in delight, and Karen laid her head against

my hip, trying to get a good look at what we were doing.  Her dress was

still obscenely hiked up around her waist... God damn it, she looked

familiar.

   I asked Crystal to try to take a little bit into her mouth, and she

opened as wide as she could.  She managed to take the tip, but her

entire mouth was full with that.  I could feel her soft baby tongue

against the sensitive underside - this was driving me insane.  I managed

to groan out an instruction for her to suck on it as hard as she could,

and she complied, sucking as though it were going to shoot forth a

life-giving elixir.  I threw back my head in pleasure and resisted the

urge to cram as much of it down her throat as I could - I kept my hips

rock steady, making sure that I didn't ruin this little nymphet's first

cocksucking experience.

   Then, to my amazement, she started swallowing more.  My eyes widened

in disbeleif as she took another two inches into her tiny mouth.  I

hadn't even thought she would be able to fit the tip in, but here she

was, trying to deep throat me.  She wasn't choking or gagging, either,

and I checked myself to make sure that I wasn't the one doing this.  She

stretched her little mouth open impossible wide and gulped down another

inch.  Now the tip of my cockhead was tickling the back of her throat,

but still she wasn't trying to spit it out.  This girl was incredible!

   Karen didn't seem to know what a feat her daughter was performing,

but she did seem a bit surprised that something so big could fit into

something that small.  I started stroking the little girls hair in

encouragement, as she opened her mouth wide again, pushed her lips

forward, and jammed another inch in.  She had half of my cock in her

little five-year-old mouth!

   I stroked her hair with the back of my hand and she never stopped

sucking for a second.  She just kept going and going, and finally, after

what seemed like an eternity, she began to withdraw.  She slipped her

lips all the way back until just the head was in her mouth, and then

started again.  I was rocking my torso back and forth, feeling wave

after wave of bliss wash over me.  I hadn't realized it, but I had

fantasized about something like this for an awfully long time.

   On the second try, she managed to get three quarters into her mouth.

My penis felt like it was lodged in her small throat, but she wasn't

complaining.  I could feel her breath against the shaft as she breathed

through her nose.  Karen reached out and stroked my swaying balls as her

little girl pulled back for another try.  This girl actually wanted to

try to deep-throat me!

   She reached up with both hands, and fed as much into her mouth as she

could at one time.  She had another two inches to go, and opened her

mouth so wide, I thought she was going to hurt herself, but she fit the

entire thing into her mouth.  I then expected her to pull away (all but

the base of the shaft was crammed down her throat - she was so small I

had no idea how deep inside her I was), but somehow she managed to

continue to suck on it.  My head was swimming and I bellowed as I shot

load after load down her yielding throat.  She didn't even try to pull

away until she was sure I was finished, then she slowly pulled her mouth

off of it.

   "Did I do OK?" she asked expectantly.

   "Honey," I stammered as I caught my breath, "I can honestly say you

are the most amazing girl I've ever met."  I breathed in deeply, trying

not to pass out from the aftermath of my orgasm.  "Would you," I panted,

"like to come back and live on my island?"

   She jumped up and clapped her hands enthusiastically.  I sat down,

not even bothering to zip myself up.  "You two," I paused again, "go

into the other apartment.  I'll catch up in a second.  Let me", pause,

"catch my breath first."

   They left me there, allowing me to regain myself.  My head was still

spinning, and I was beginning to get an idea that it might be possible

for a man to die of pleasure.  But what a way to go!

   I finally regained my senses, and I stood up to go, when I noticed

something I hadn't seen at first, since the lights were off when I

entered the apartment.  A ring... My ring!  I suddenly remembered.  I

used to wear on onyx ring that had semi-magical powers (I had received

it on an alien planet in preparation for a great battle), and I had

given it to a girl once when I had visited the mainland.  I remembered

that I was amazed that the girl had been able to... deepthroat me...

   Oh, Christ, I thought to myself.  Now I know why Karen looked so

familiar.  She and I had met five years ago, and I had spent almost a

week hiding out in her old apartment when I was unable to teleport.  I

had almost been killed, and I would have undoubtedly been caught by the

FBI (who were always trying to get their hands on me) if it hadn't been

for Karen's help.

   I started to go when I suddenly lost my balance as I made the final

connection.  No wonder I had felt such a kinship with little Crystal!

The more I thought about it, the better I felt.  I was right earlier.  I

*had* lived out a life-long fantasy.  I wondered if I should tell the

little girl that I was her father.  I supposed I should... I would have 
to

think about it, though.

   I left the last apartment and when into the next room to collect all

my new recruits.