After my encounter on Tuesday, I spent Wednesday apologizing and catching up on my work. Fortunately, when you are your own boss, those troubles are easily solved. Most of my contacts expect random occurrences like that. They know that I will finish what I start. Even so, I stayed up to the wee hours of the morning and woke up bleary-eyed on Thursday.
Enjoying my second cup of coffee, I settled into my rocking chair. Mulling over my remaining tasks for the week, I spied three figures appearing on the road from the housing development direction.
"Hey, Mr. G.," yelled the trio in unison. Seconds later they clamored up my porch steps.
"Ready for some fun?" asked my eleven-year-old pal, April. This time she wore a bright yellow halter with two black-eyed susans centered over her tiny mounds along with a forest green pair of stretchy shorts.
"What do you mean?"
"We want to invite you to the carnival," said Julee. She had recently turned twelve, but hadn't hit the growth spurt. Her top was a tight sleeveless tank in sky blue with a navy tube top underneath. Below she had a more aqua pair of boy shorts, almost to her knees but very tight. I could almost make out a ridge in the crotch area.
"Isn't it just after nine?" I asked. Part of my whining was genuine, detesting the carnival for invading my private hill of silence. To be honest, I had only been there a few years while the carnival celebrated its twentieth anniversary. The rest of my attitude stemmed from the couple hours of sleep. Still, spending the day with a trio of preteen girls put me in heaven.
"Please," plead Autumn, the younger sister of Julee. She was the nine-year-old who I babysat two days before that had disrupted my schedule. No longer in the baggy gray tee, this time she had a white cropped tee and a denim skirt.
"All right, but you have to give me a few minutes to let my coworkers know I'm taking a mental health day."
The girls agreed and followed me into the Great Hall. I flipped on my computer while they gave Julee the grand tour of the first floor. A couple of messages later, I shut down the machine for the remainder of the day.
Turning to my guests, I found they had put three of my large pillows on the hardwood floor facing my grandfather clock. Before I could say, "What the fuck?" April pulled me over and whispered in my ear. "Julee wants to join our club. You know the kitties and puppies club."
I looked directly at the girl. "What did they tell you?"
Julee turned a bright pink. "They said that the club members felt tingly, even more than we did on the rides. I just thought…"
I glanced between the other two. Both had pleading expressions, and I knew what my answer had to be. I had never taken a young girl out in public in the mesmerized state before. That added risk gave me a thrill.
"All right," I said. "You guys settle on the pillows while I get some refreshments."
In the kitchen, I mixed up some chocolate milk. To each of the girl's glasses, I added a ground pill that would assist with susceptibility. The two younger girls had already experienced being under its power, but I figured another dose couldn't hurt.
I distributed the drinks to the girls who greedily downed the milk. I opened the bottom door on the clock before taking my place behind Julee.
"The other girls have experienced what you will go through. You need not be nervous. I won't hurt you."
"Okay," she said.
"Just listen to my voice," I said in my commanding monotone. "And watch the pendulum. See the end. The gold end."
"Yes."
"Stare at it. If you continue to watch it, the gold will turn to red. With each pass it turns a little more red. Squeeze my hand when it becomes a brick red. When it is red, you will be in a most comfortable state."
I heard a giggle from my left, breaking my rhythm. Frowning at Autumn, I asked, "Why did you laugh?"
"You told me the pendulum turned green."
"For you, it would turn green. But I'm talking to your older sister. For her, it will turn red instead." I gave myself an invisible slap on the back for covering up my inconsistency.
"Oh, sorry," said the disconsolate girl.
To avoid anymore interruptions, I commanded, "Firedogs, sleep." Both April and Autumn responded to their post-hypnotic keyword by closing their eyes and slouching down on their respective pillows.
"Are they all right?" asked the oldest girl.
"Yeah, I just set them into the wonderful state to wait for you. They've already gone through this part of the process." I put my hands on her bare shoulders and massaged them a little. "You wouldn't want them bored by this, would you?"
Julee shifted around, grinding her butt into me, and gave a huge sigh. "All right, I guess."
I restarted with the relaxation phrases, sensing her anxiety beginning to wane. Within a minute or so, she joined the other girls in a submissive state. To all three, I reiterated the two rules about nudity being allowed or even encouraged within the mansion along with the prohibiting of abuse and other hurtful actions. I gave them the special words "firedog" to put them under a post-hypnotic state and "catbird" to bring them back to reality and no longer under my command.
With the formalities out of the way, I move them into a suggestible state. From here they act independently, but still follow my commands. "For the time you are at the carnival, you will act normally, but be receptive to any input from me. Act nonchalant about any touching from others, but relish the feeling it gives you silently. Understand?"
The three nodded their agreement, though Autumn sported a puzzled expression. "What's no challent?"
"I mean that you shouldn't show your feelings. Keep them hidden instead of showing you have them."
"Oh."
With that in place, I asked, "Did you apply lots of sunscreen? It's going to be sunny down there." This time they shook their heads no. "Well, I have a special cream that will work." I didn't say that the mixture provided a high SPF with a topical stimulant. The mere touch on an affected area made the skin feel like a feather duster lightly touched the region. "Okay everyone. Off with your shirts."
Autumn quickly pulled her white tee over her head, exposing her flat chest and skinny torso. The previous time, I had spent more time "fixing" her injured shoulder. I had seen, but not touched her future boobies. This time I had a good excuse as I applied a thick layer of the special cream on her front and back. Before doing her nipples, I licked the tiny pink puffy areas, making her breathing get shallower. Then I creamed them. I didn't want them to burn, did I?
The whole time, the girl mewed softly.
Letting her bask in her miniature glow, I switched to April. I hadn't seen her shirtless in a while and marveled at the growth of her tits. The last time they were barely molehills, but now they had developed into a delineated prominence almost to size AA. Two excited nipples poked up from the darkening aureoles. Definitely a young girl, but soon she'd be a woman.
Before I applied my cream, I leaned in and took a taste of each nipple. Strawberry. "I didn't know you were adding lip gloss there," I said.
"Just for special occasions," the preteen replied.
I lathered her up, leaving the special areas for last. Then using the back of my hand, I just brushed the tips and sent shivers down her spine.
Leaving her to savor the feeling, I moved to the oldest girl. Julee's breasts remained hidden under the blue tube top. My first inclination was for her to remove that garment also, but I resisted the temptation. For one thing, time marched on, getting ever closer to the opening hour. And for another, I wanted to maintain the mystery for a little while longer.
I made quick work of applying her lotion, just enough contact to give her a little thrill. That left her right on the edge. Devious, aren't I?
I commanded them to redress and with them acceptable, we headed out. I wanted to take my car, but they insisted on hoofing it. April allowed the sisters to hold hands with "Uncle Jim" as we walked. Even the residue on my palms gave them a reaction. That made this trip unlike any I'd ever been on. By the bottom of the hill, I could have taken any of them as my lover.
My thoughts drifted to a nude beach, rubbing my cream into their nether regions. I'd never consider driving to the carnival again.
As we caught sight of the carnival, the mood was broken. We arrived a few minutes before the rides fired up. Not very crowded yet. Good, I thought. I don't like crowds, at least not crowds of adults.
We made our way to the ticket booth as my eyes drifted to other carnival goers. Specifically, they focused on females not yet in high school. Here I was with three beautiful, preteen creatures willing to do anything, and I was scouting other potentials. I am such a perv.
As we approached the booth, April spoke up. "One adult and three kids. We want the all-day unlimited wristband for the rides. Isn't that right, Uncle Jim?"
"Ah…of course." So that was their scheme. Seconds later, my wallet was unexpectedly lighter. I doubted that would be the last time during this excursion. Not that I minded a bit.
"Where to first?" I asked as they pulled me inside the barriers.
"The Ferris wheel," they responded in unison.
I rolled my eyes. What had I gotten myself into?
At least the line was short. Only a dozen people queued up for the sixteen-basket ride to begin loading.
"So who will be riding with you this first time?" asked Autumn.
"I'm not sure," I said, not wanting to play favorites. "Why don't you figure it out?"
They exchanged glances, silently coming up with a methodology. "First ride with the winners of Rock, Paper, Scissors," said April. "Agreed?"
Autumn groaned a little, but put her fist out for all to see. The other two girls bumped fists with her. "One, two, three, shoot," said April. Autumn kept her hand as a fist as did her older sister. April threw Scissors instead and let out a sigh. "It's up to you two."
"One, two, three, shoot." Both girls went for paper this time. "One, two, three, shoot." This time Autumn went back to rock while her sister stuck with paper. Paper covers rock. "I win," the older sister exclaimed.
"I'd get the next ride," said a sulky Autumn.
By then the first riders loaded on the initial basket and rotated toward the top. The rest of the riders followed us as the operator balanced them out too.
"Wait for a moment," he said as the initial riders rotated. After a few screams came as a realized it wasn't stopping for more riders.
"That's awfully high," I said.
"I'll protect you, Uncle Jim," said Julee squeezing my hand.
A few minutes later, the operator began exchanging the riders out. April and Autumn to the first available basket, waving as they left us. We took the next one and soared upward, stopping for the next group to enter.
"Hold me close," said Julee.
"All right." I brought her closer, arms circling her small body and my left hand resting of her tit.
"Squeeze it, please. No one can see."
I did as I was told. Gently. That elicited a soft mew as she shuddered. "Did you like that?"
"Oh, yeah."
I raked my fingernails down her arm. That brought a louder moan. The special sunscreen ingredient was still working.
Before I could try anything else, the wheel jerked as we rotated to the next spot. For a second I forgot we were on the ride and in view of the public. After glancing around for prying eyes, I drew my nail down her exposed leg. Another twitch. Then I kissed her shoulder while pretending to whisper in her ear. A couple of times.
The wheel spun again, this time completing a full rotation. No more riders entered. As we sped up, I realized why I hadn't ridden on a Ferris wheel since I was a kid. As we crossed over the brink, my stomach dropped and felt queasy.
"Look," said Julee. "There's your house."
I had to open my eyes o see if she was right. Barely sticking out over the oaks, I could make out my turret room. "Whoa," I said as we began dropping.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, just my stomach getting butterflies."
"I know," she said, squeezing my hand. "I've felt like that since the pendulum turned red." That revelation brought a smile to my face. This excursion was well worth my free day.
The ride slowed, signaling our alone time together was coming to a close. My excitement had the tempered as we returned to society. Perhaps no one would notice the lump in my shorts.
The other girls greeted us at the exit gate. "Wasn't that a great view?" asked an excited April.
"Yes," I said with the smile still on my lips. Noticing my expression, she started to giggle, but only let her eyes pause momentarily at my fly. Thank goodness.
"What's next?" asked Autumn. She glanced toward the line to take her turn on the wheel.
"I'm up for anything." Famous last words, I know.
The older girls ignored Autumn's hint, instead dragging me toward the other rides. We hit the Tilt-a-Whirl, followed by the Air Swing, the Ghost Mine Train, and the House of Mirrors. Although I enjoyed the rides, while waiting in the lines, I took advantage of the availability of their exposed skin. None of my "nieces" complained.
When we stopped for lunch, the girls chose really greasy pizza. Thinking back to my teen years, I decided on a sausage and pepper sandwich. That brought a series of "Can we see your sausage?" queries from a trio of preteens. April added a "Deep throat it" that made the other two giggle. I could only shake my head.
With us fed, we headed back to the Ferris wheel. The line had doubled since the morning, though it moved quicker. I stayed with Autumn while the other two plotted our next moves. I do like surprises.
On the way up in our basket, the nine-year-old cuddled in my arms as best she could with the lap bar in place. I rubbed her shoulder through her tee shirt sleeve, sending shivers through her body. "I love your touch," she whispered.
I leaned closer, giving her little kisses on her forehead and cheek. I hoped any witnesses would confuse it with sharing secrets with my "niece."
Once again the rapid ascent and descent made my stomach unsettled. This time it felt worse, probably facilitated by my companion.
After getting off, not that way…As I exited the basket, we followed the older girls to the Petting Zoo. I considered that a strange choice until I realized the effect of soft fur on their pre-stimulated skin. It took all their willpower to mask their mini-orgasms before I got them to head for the next attraction.
"What about the Merry-Go-Round?" Autumn asked.
"Really?" said the other two in unison.
"Please," the young girl pleaded.
Without another word, we trotted off to the wooden horses. Like most of the rides, it had no line. Thursday was definitely the day to come if you don't like crowds.
I lifted Autumn up onto a black steed while April and Julee mounted the two white horses behind her. I had planned to ride standing up, but the operator insisted I get on a horse.
I chose the gray inside of Autumn's, a horse at the top of her pole. I lifted my foot into the steel stirrup and swung my other leg over the tail. As I did, I heard a loud rip followed by two sets of giggles.
"Uncle Jim ripped his shorts," shouted Julee loud enough for everyone in the school parking lot to hear.
Trying to play it cool, I rode the carousel for the entire ride. At the end, I attempted to view the damage, hoping it was not noticeable.
"Red briefs," said Julee. "Very sexy."
I let out a groan. "I'd better get changed. I don't want the little old ladies riding me out of town for indecent exposure. Until I get back, you three have fun."
I started toward the exit when Autumn spoke up. "Can I come with you? I'm getting a little…tired."
I looked at the other two. "Go ahead," said April. "We'll be fine. We did this the other day, if you remember."
"All right. We should be back, but if not by the time you head out, stop by the house."
With the youngest of our party as my bodyguard, I made it out of the carnival area without drawing a crowd, and headed up the hill with my dignity still intact. I was, however, a little concerned for Autumn. What other preteen would not stay glued to the rides until closing?
By the time I got to the top of the hill I panted from the heat and the exertion of the climb. Those girls surprised me with their youthful energy when they appeared on my porch. It is a shame to waste youth on the young.
As she walked behind me by a step or so, Autumn remained quiet. Her attention focused on the four inch hole torn in my shorts. The sight of my red briefs mystified her as much as a glimpse of a girl's panties did me.
We entered the cooler mansion much to my relief. I hadn't realized just how hot it had been at the school. "Stay here and make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back."
Turning toward the stairs, I caught the downcast expression on the preteen's face. "Autumn, is anything wrong?"
"I just thought…could I…" She glanced at the stairs and then back to me. "I mean…"
"Did you want to come up to my room with me?"
Autumn's eyes brightened immediately. Seeing that, I gestured for her to join me. I wasn't sure how far she wanted to go, but my mind created contingency plans for every eventuality.
But one thing was certain. I wasn't going to make it back to the carnival today.
In my bedroom, she jumped onto my king-sized bed while I grabbed another pair of shorts from the dresser. Two steps toward the bathroom to change brought the frown back to her face. "What, did you want to watch me change?"
"Something like that. Please, Uncle Jim."
How old are you and when did you become so sex crazed? I wondered.
"All right. Just sit there while I change." I unbuttoned my shorts and let them fall down my legs. "That is a big hole," I said as I examined my wardrobe malfunction.
The girl said nothing, her eyes still glued to my red briefs. Finally, she spoke. "Can I…can I see your…sausage?"
I thought for a moment. I had finished the sandwich for lunch a while before. Then I got the gist of her query. "You dirty girl. You want to see my cock." She nodded slowly, the word having meaning for her. "Well, that can be arranged. But you'll have to reach inside to wake him up." I stepped over to the bed and watched her tiny hand enter the fly. "Gently now," I cautioned.
"Is that it?"
"Yeah. Pull it out if you want. But be nice."
After wiggling the end around, her tiny hand reappeared, her fingers wrapped around my shaft. "It's kind of soft and squishy," she said.
"I'm not sexually aroused yet." Though it wouldn't take much, but I couldn't tell her that.
Her hand moved down my cock and back through the opening. I twitched when she touched me. "What's that?"
"My very sensitive balls."
"Sorry."
"Don't be. You just have to be gentle."
"Here. Let me show you something. I put my hand on hers and gripped the shaft. "Just a little more pressure as you go up and down."
Blood flowed into my nether regions and away from my brain. She was only nine after all. But my libido told me it didn't matter anymore.
"It's growing," she said in amazement. "And not so squishy."
"Yeah, it likes you."
"It does?"
"Sometimes my cock has a mind of its own."
After only a few minutes, I had a decent erection sticking out of my underwear. I was ready to move to the next level.
"Let's stop for a second." Her mouth dropped open in disappointment. "We just have to change a few things for the next step." Then I added, "If you want to, that is." She nodded enthusiastically. I knew I had her.
"First, pull off your tee shirt." To that request, she gave a quizzical look. "I need the inspiration of a beautiful woman."
Shrugging her shoulders, the girl pulled the white top off. Her flat chest might not appeal to everyone, but to me it was erotic. I could sense my erection bounce as the view registered.
"Are you all right?" I asked.
"Of course. Nudity is fine in your house. Ever since the other day, I like being without a shirt. I wish I could have gone to the carnival that way."
Good, I thought. Her sense of modesty was waning. "Now, stand up on the bed and pull my shirt off."
Following my order, she stretched her legs, making her taller than me by about a head. She removed my tee and tossed it to the ground. "You're all hairy," she said with a giggle.
"Yeah, some guys are like that. Others are smooth and bare like you. I hope you don't mind."
She shook her head while examining my chest. "Why do you have nipples?"
I chuckled. "The scientific answer is that boys and girls start out with the same parts. At some point, their body decides which to make grow. That's why you will have breasts with your nipples and why I have a cock instead of a pussy. Understand?"
"You mean, I could have had a…sausage?"
"Yeah, but you became a beautiful girl instead." To that, she blushed.
"You said that was the sciency answer."
I motioned for her to lean forward a little. "The real answer is that nipples give us a target for kissing." I began to give her mouth and neck little butterfly kisses as I had previously. This time I continue down her bare chest to the pink aureoles. Alternating my licking and sucking on them, my hands felt for her shorts. I massaged her ass cheeks through them before stretching the waistband and raking them down her legs.
"How do you like that?" I asked.
"Wonderful." I was sure my ministrations were augmented by the remnants of the sunscreen additive.
My kissing moved to her bellybutton while my fingers operated on the pink and white striped panties. Not at all little girl ones. I appreciated that. Moments later they followed the fate of the shorts. All my actions brought shivers to her body and her legs quivering so much she collapsed onto the bed.
I stepped back to admire the little girl slit on display for the first time.
"No fair," she said with a pout. "You're still covered."
"Then you should do something about it."
"Really? Can I?" Without waiting for a verbal response, she hopped off the bed and pulled my briefs down to my feet. As she did my engorged cock threaded back through the fly and almost popped up onto her face. She knelt in front of me, admiring the view.
"Oh, wow. You're bigger than Daddy." Then out of nowhere, she leaned forward and kissed the tip.
"What the…" I couldn't even construct a sentence with that surprise.
"Daddy lets me do that sometimes. But it's supposed to be a secret."
"Don’t worry. I won't tell. But you kiss him?"
She nodded. "Only since my last birthday or so. I think Julee does too. But only when Mommy is real tired."
I was loving this family. "What else does he allow you to do? You can show me."
Autumn licked her lips seductively and then began on my cock. I closed my eyes, reacting to the heavenly sensation. I had thought myself the teacher, but my student knew everything I could teach already. When I entered her little mouth, I almost exploded and moaned like a schoolgirl. My legs trembled, and I fell back onto the bed. The girl followed my lead, still sucking on me.
"You taste better than he does," she said when she paused for a breath. I patted the bed and she climbed up next to me.
"What's he do to make you feel good?" I asked, scared of what she might say.
"Daddy kisses me sort of like you did. Mostly my chest and mouth. And he also gives shoulder rubs. They're not as nice as yours. I never got many butterflies in my tummy from him. Not since the first time, but I was only eight then."
"Nothing else?"
Autumn shook her head. "He said anything else had to wait until I got married."
Maybe I had something to teach a nine-year-old after all. "Roll over on your back with your knees up. Then spread your legs out."
She did so. With her slit exposed, I buried my face in her pussy. My tongue probed the area, diving into her nether valley and eventually finding her clit. That made her jump.
Holding her still, I stimulated everything I could get to without invading her. Finally, I found the right spot and her thighs clasped my head as she climaxed.
"What was that?" she asked breathlessly.
"The first of many of the greatest feelings a girl can experience. You will live your life searching for them."
We snuggled together for a few minutes before I took her hand in mine. "Always make sure your partner feels as good as you do. Remember to leave them happy."
Positioning her hand with mine again, we rubbed my cock until she had the rhythm down. I released her hand, and she quickly finished me. I squirted all over her nether regions.
"It's so warm," she said. "And sticky."
"Taste it," I ordered.
Taking a gob on her finger, she put it in her mouth. "Salty," she said with a grimace.
"Not yucky?"
"No. I came from you so it can't be too bad." She kissed me to give me a taste. Then we fell asleep in each other's arms.
Needless to say, we didn't go back to the carnival that day. We barely got dressed before the front door burst open, and the girls invaded the mansion.
"What's in the plastic bags?" I asked.
"Cotton candy," said her sister. "We have blue or pink." She looked at me. "Would you like a blue one?"
"No," said Autumn answering for me. "He'd rather eat pink."
She started giggling while moments later, April joined her, catching the double entendre. Julee glared at them as though she had hung out all day with crazy people.
As dinner time approached, the girls headed for the door. "Good night my little catbirds," I said. "Thank you for the most wonderful carnival day ever.
Too bad in their normal state they'd never remember a thing. At least they couldn't tell anyone about it either. I waved from the porch as they walked down the road. As I entered the house, I realized that I missed them already. And couldn't wait for them to return.