Date: Mon, 2 Feb 2009 07:34:01 -0800 (PST)
From: Matt Surname <darkhorsestalking@yahoo.ca>
Subject: Sheila the Babysitter 05

All the standard warnings, disclaimers and copyright information detailed
in the first chapter still apply.

Copyright 2009 Dark Horse. All rights reserved.

Story Codes: bGg (minor), bg (minor), GF (minor), bg, GF, bgGF, GF, bg, GF,
bgGF, bgF, bi, ped, inc, group, rom, 1st, spank (mild), oral, toys, anal,
voy, con


Sheila the Babysitter 05
by Dark Horse


    Barely an hour ago, I'd been spying on two eight-year-olds, as they'd
taken turns licking and sucking each other's aroused privates. Now I sat
lotus-style on the couch in the mansion's huge living room, watching the
adorable pair lying together in the silk-pillow-lined sunken pit, their
prepubescent bodies squirming excitedly.

    "Just a little bit more, Billy," Melody encouraged, softly biting her
lip. "You can do it."

    "It's . . . too tight," Billy strained, a sheen of sweat on his
forehead.

    "You're almost there," she breathed heavily, her body tensing for the
coming moment. "Just . . . a bit more . . . . That's it . . . ."

    "I can't," he said in climbing desperation. "It's too tight, Mel!"

    "Now, Billy," Melody suddenly exclaimed breathlessly. "Ram it in!"

    With a desperate cry, the eight-year-old boy shoved with everything he
had.

    In unison, both kids gasped loudly, as the speeding red Lamborghini
rammed in-between a pair of barricading police cruisers. The Lamborghini
knocked them aside in a spray of sparks, before escaping into the freeway
tunnel. Then the massive flatscreen television flashed with the words,
Challenge Five: Complete.

    Leaping to their bare feet, the two kids jumped up and down clinging to
each other, laughing and shouting in relief.

    Melody's auburn pageboy, and short, pleated jade summer dress, its
haltered front leaving her arms and back bare, bounced along with
her. Billy's dark polo shirt and khaki trousers appeared equally as formal,
especially considering the pair's young age.

    I thought the suave-looking couple, hopping together in childish glee,
was just too cute.

    It never ceases to amaze me how absorbed children can get playing video
games. Then again, they don't have anywhere near the accumulated life
experiences that a sixteen-year-old like myself has. Besides, while I don't
play too many video games nowadays, I can still vividly recall my addiction
to them in my youth, and nearly burning out my old 16-bit Super Nintendo. I
doubt anyone can still match my skill, at flying an Arwing fighter in the
original Star Fox game.

    Smiling a bit nostalgically, I returned to my history text book. Final
exams were less than three weeks away. While knowing I was going to ace
them, it never hurt to study anyways.

    "Hey, Sheila," Melody called.

    Lifting my eyes, I answered with a cocked eyebrow, just as the British
troops were beginning to selectively burn down Washington, D.C., including
setting ablaze to the original White House, back in 1814.

    "Want a turn on the game?" my eight-year-old best friend asked. "You'd
wipe Billy's score easily."

    "Hey," Billy looked stung. "I thought you were on my side."

    "I am." She kissed the raven-haired boy, which quickly mollified
him. "But there's no one like Sheila at driving games. Trust me, it'll
totally blow your mind watching her."

    I hesitated. Showing off my video game skills has never has been my
thing, except maybe to teach Princess a lesson. But when the pair started
pleading almost pitifully, it got harder begging them off. Then Melody
turned her rarely-used puppy-dog eyes on me, and that was it.

    How can you resist the irresistible?

    "Fine," I gusted getting off the couch, appearing more reluctant than I
really was. "Just one turn, though. The pizza should be almost ready by
now."

    As they cheered, I lowered myself to kneel upright in the cushy sunken
pit. Almost unconsciously, I smoothed out the grey vest over my black
t-shirt, wishing I was wearing a pair of shorts than full jeans. It wasn't
that my clothes were uncomfortable. Rather, I prefer less clothes over
more. I've always believed in how you dress, can often give you that extra
little boost.

    For example, when I took my motorcycle training course's road test,
along with my fellow cyclist-wannabes, and our balding, middle-aged
instructor. I'd worn a black micro-miniskirt, with a skimpy, midriff halter
top of the same Barbie neon pink as my scooter, and a matching string
thong. Of course, it wasn't solely my self-confidence, that the outfit
helped give a rise to that day.

    Kneeling comfortably, I started the video game by selecting my ride and
course challenge. While basically familiar with this racing game, my actual
concern was more with the controller itself. Billy had shoved the
thumbstick extremely hard earlier. After a few test toggles, though, it
appeared no worse for the wear.

    "You're picking a motorcycle, Sheila?" Billy asked
incredulously. "You're going to get smushed like a bug."

    Melody grinned beside him. "Wanna bet on that?"

    "With what?" he looked suspiciously at her. When she whispered
something in his ear, he blushed slightly, and eagerly nodded in
acceptance. "I still don't get why you'd want to use a motorcycle, though."

    "There's many advantages to bikes," I replied, picking a sleek, hot
pink Kawasaki Ninja. "I know, as I ride a scooter myself."

    "A scooter?" the boy laughed. "They're babies' motorcycles."

    "Mine's not a normal scooter. The boy who had it before me souped it
up, and I don't just mean a little bit, either. It easily keeps up on the
major highways, with power to spare."

    "No way."

    "Way," Melody injected smugly. "One time she squealed the back tire at
school so much, white smoke went everywhere."

    "Okay, so why'd the boy get rid of it then?"

    I grinned. "Because one day he blew past his mother in her car, doing
almost three times the speed limit."

    Deciding on the game's downtown traffic challenge, the goal was a
simple one. Race through the packed city streets, to reach a warehouse on
the far side. The cops would pursue if I caused any damage or ran over
anyone, but otherwise it was more about time and avoiding obstacles, both
the moving and non-moving kinds.

    I changed the view from overhead to first-person. On the huge
flatscreen television, the vantage point was now so it was looking over the
Ninja's instrument gauges, at a nighttime city street littered with traffic
and pedestrians. I could've gone with a far-less hazardous course, but for
some reason this one appealed to me right now.

    With the pair rooting for me, I started my run. Nimbly weaving through
the hordes of cars and jay-walking people, squealing the rear tire around
intersection corners, so far the course wasn't proving as challenging as I
thought. Granted, I nearly nailed a pedestrian or three, but the Ninja
lived up to its namesake. As the game progressed, I leaned forward more on
my knees, gripping the controller tighter. Maybe it was the huge flatscreen
television, but the game seemed more intense somehow.

    Darting amidst the clogging traffic, an increasing sense of urgency was
filling me.

    As well, something else was beginning to grip me, which also
intensified with each passing heartbeat. It was something I'd only felt a
handful of times in my life, and worked hard each time to never let rise
again.

    It was something threatening to sink me into near-blinding, murderous
rage.

    Slicing through the ever-shifting maze of cars and people, I felt my
long blonde hair whipping behind me, and the onrushing air stinging my
narrowed eyes. I nearly clipped an elderly lading yelling obscenities, and
in turn narrowly avoided being run over by an oncoming, multi-ton transit
bus.

    Adrenalin honed every one of my sense to a razor's sharpness, and my
heightened reflexes made every second seem like five in reacting to
things. Knifing in-between an opposite-traveling pair of eighteen-wheelers,
the hurricane-like wind vortices between them only stoked the inferno of my
wrath.

    Horns blared and brakes squealed. Then from behind me, police sirens
screamed in hot pursuit.

    None of that mattered.

    In my determination, I'd become a demon possessed by rage, focused
solely by one purpose, and one purpose alone.

    And if I was too late . . . .

    Even the vague awareness, that I might not survive what was to come,
didn't matter. If I was going to die, so be it.

    But I'd be taking them along with me to hell!

    I accelerated as my goal came into sight, the tachometer buried in the
red with the engine screaming, sounding like a mythical banshee who'd
sensed my intentions. It didn't matter if there was a clear way inside the
building or not. At the speed I was flying at, the bike would make its own
entrance. Once inside, no one would stop me from ---

    Challenge One: Complete.

    Blinking, I stared stupidly at the television. A video game? I'd been
playing a video game? But . . . . Was all that just . . . . How could've it
be so . . . .

    "S-Sheila?" Melody asked, naked worry on her adorable face. "Are you
okay? You were snarling, and looked really, really mad."

    It took me a moment to find my voice. "Uh, yeah, Melody, I'm okay."

    Releasing the controller, I looked down at my hands. They were
trembling slightly, and it wasn't solely from the ebbing adrenaline. This
wasn't the first time something like this had happened to me. However,
never had it been this strong before, nor had I been so consumed in the
need to ---

    No! I won't give into the ancestral curse! I'll never be anything like
they were!

    Shaking my head, making my ponytail whip across my shoulders, I forced
a self-mocking smile to my lips.

    "I must have got a little too carried away with the game," I
explained. "I guess having the cops on my ass can do that."

    Billy looked at me funny. "But, you never triggered the cops. See?"

    Sure enough, the score ratings showed no police alert during my run.

    But the pursuing sirens . . . .

    Babysitting's fifth rule of survival: when unsure how to react, simply
distract.

    True, while the rule was originally meant for those . . . certain
questions that kids inevitably asked, which parents didn't quite want
answered yet, it wasn't the rule's only application.

    Grabbing both kids with an elbow behind each of their necks, I pulled
the pair squeaking in surprise to my near-flat chest. "You may have caught
me on that, but now the insane mad woman's caught you," I laughed an evil
laugh.

    Allowing the two to squirm free, I suddenly found myself trying to fend
a pair of giggling eight-year-olds, and rather unsuccessfully at
that. Okay, I wasn't exactly putting up as much resistance as I could, but
they were anything but pushovers, either. After several minutes of playful
tussling in the silk pillow-lined sunken pit, we ended up in a rather
interesting standoff.

    Laying on my back at the bottom of the pit, I had Billy's head between
my scissored legs, his face trapped against my jeans crotch. Funny how he
didn't struggle all that hard to free himself.

    On the other end, however, Melody was sitting atop of my face, my ears
boxed in by her bare thighs, and the crotch of her still-damp panties
pressed to my mouth. That she also was leaning forward to keep my wrists
pinned, didn't exactly help my predicament. As much as I was enjoying this,
as I'm sure they were, the fact was we were stuck in a classic standoff.

    Or so those two thought . . . .

    "Give up, Sheila?" Melody asked with a note of triumphant pride.

    "Vhoh" I managed to reply around a tasty mouthful of panty-clad,
prepubescent pussy.

    "Why not?" she returned, her breath catching a bit from the vocal
vibrations on her hairless cunt. "You may have Billy, but I've got you, and
you can't get up. And, I can sit here all day, till you give up."

    To emphasize her point, Melody wriggled her derriere just a little. I
could taste a trace of fresh wetness on her silky panties, and I don't
doubt Billy was getting a noseful of my own aroused scent.

    "Iz vhat zhow?" I mumbled asking.

    "Yipper-skipper," the eight-year-old said smugly.

    Ah, youth. So energetic. So confident.

    So naive.

    Taking a deep breath through my nose, I started giving Melody's
delectable pantied-pussy my best raspberry attacks, with some targeted
tongue thrusts and swipes for good measure. With something between a gasp
and a delighted squeal, Melody involuntarily lifted up just enough for me
to pull my lips over my teeth. As I began feverishly gumming her cunt
through her panties, she was both laughing and lustfully crying at the same
time. By the way her bare thighs bucked and trembled against the sides of
my head, it was only a matter of time.

    In five, four, three ---

    "No fair," Melody laughed, launching herself off me to the side, her
freshly re-soaked pussy unable to take anymore for the moment.

    Now free, I went on the offensive.

    Waiting a few heartbeats, Billy again tried to pull his head back from
my denim-clad crotch. Releasing him suddenly, he arced back enough for me
to re-scissor my long legs around his surprised waist, now trapping his own
groin to mine. Even through his trousers and my jeans, I could feel the
hardness of his hairless, three inch boner against my pussy. The boy's
pistol may have a hair-trigger, but he's certainly not lacking for reloads.

    As I was doing that, I also lunged my upper body, twisting to half-lay
across Melody's face-down, bare upper back, so I was facing her
feet. Pulling back her jade dress to reveal her cute matching panties, and
even cuter bum, I grinned wolfishly.

    Pat-smack!

    Melody gave a yelp of surprise, which held a clear note of sudden
excitement to it, too. Lifting my arm again, I gave her ass another little
pat-smack. It wasn't much more than a love-tap really. By using the flat of
my hand on the bare part of her ass cheeks, it made the spank's bark was
worse than its bite.

    Of course, this only fueled her renewed arousal.

    "Do you guys submit?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

    "Never," Melody squirmed.

    Pat-smack!

    "Mel!" Billy cried in concern, and more than a little arousal as well.

    "Don't give in, Billy! We can take her --- Eep," she yelped with
another spanking pat-smack. "We must win --- Eeep! Take no prisoners ---
Yow!"

    I grinned even wider. "Take no prisoners, eh, Melody? Good advice. I
think I'll take it."

    Suddenly the digital timer on the coffee table went off with an
insistent beeping.

    "Saved by the bell," I unlocked my legs from around Billy, then gave
Melody's slightly pink butt a fond rub, before getting to my bare feet to
turn off the annoying timer. "We'll call this one a draw, shall we?"

    Billy crawled over to his new girlfriend, who still lay face-down on
her stomach, her jade summer dress bunched up around her waist. I wasn't
sure if her low moans were more out of having been bested, or having the
real fun end, before it had really begun.

    "You okay, Mel?" Billy asked, rubbing her bare back as he knelt beside
her.

    "My bum-bum has an owie."

    "Oh. Um, would it, ah, feel better if I . . . kissed it all better?"

    Turning her face to smile at him, Melody nodded somewhere between shyly
and coyly.

    "In that case," I told Billy with a straight face and voice, "you may
want to lower her panties, to get to the owie itself. Just don't take to
long. The pizza will be served in a few minutes, okay?"

    "Okay," the pair chimed together, as Billy eased down Melody's silky
panties, and started planting little kisses at the top of her pink-tinged
derriere. Heading for the mansion's huge kitchen, I could hear Melody's
giggled directions, guiding him to where the supposed hurt was.

    Which was, of course, leading lower with every kiss.

    I have to admit, I was really proud of Billy. I'd hoped between Melody
and I, we could help bring back some of his former confidence. It was
surprising how quickly he was regaining it, as well as adapting to our
. . . openness when it came to sexual matters. Then again, he was a smart
kid, and when you're genuinely in love, it tended to do wonders.

    Yeah, it seemed things are shaping up nicely, for the next phase of my
master plan.

    We were sitting around the kitchen table, having eaten almost the
entire homemade pizza, when the carbonated sodas kicked in. I might be a
silver finisher in the high school's Cafeteria Burp-Off Finals, but Melody
and Billy can definitely hold their own.

    In hindsight, I was thankful for not adding too many onions to the
pizza.

    Then Melody inquired, "Can me and Billy go swimming in the pool after
this?"

    "I don't see why not," I shrugged. "So long as it's in the shallow end,
seeing you've just eaten. Don't forget to turn on the pool and patio lights
either, as it's already dark."

    "You brought your bathing suit?" Billy asked.

    "Nope," the cute eight-year-old grinned slyly.

    "Mine's in the wash," I casually seconded.

    Billy's green eyes widened momentarily, before grinning himself. "I
think . . . mine's in the wash, too."

    Once supper was finished, I told the kids I'd join them in the pool in
twenty minutes or so, then let the excited pair scamper off with the
promise to beware of possible cramps. Not that I think they really had
swimming in mind. They weren't even out of the kitchen, as they started
stripping out of their clothes on the run.

    Bemusedly shaking my head, I began tidying up.

    After turning off the video game and television, and picking up Billy's
earlier-discarded socks, I pulled my long blonde hair from its ponytail and
shook it out. Usually if I keep my hair bound for more than half a day, I
start getting headaches. Returning to the kitchen, I started on the pots
and pans, which included a small pile left over from breakfast.

    It always burns me, the stereotypical cliche of babysitters doing
nothing but raiding a client's fridge, and blabbing the whole night away on
the phone. Some babysitters often work harder than a lot of daycare
attendants, and for far less. I'm lucky in that unlike with a lot of
babysitters, when my clients pay me, they don't give me "the look," like
they're handing money to a career panhandler.

    Scrubbing a frying pan, suddenly a pair of hands grabbed my narrow
waist.

    With a girlish shriek, I jumped like a scalded cat.

    "Sorry," Carol Langdon gasped in-between bouts of uncontrollable
laughter standing beside me, nearly bent double holding her flat
stomach. "I couldn't resist. You jumped just like a scalded cat!"

    Grinning more like a vengeful she-wolf than a scalded cat, I lifted my
soapy, dripping hands from the sink.

    "Mea culpa! Mea culpa," Carol was still laughing backing away a few
steps, holding up her hands in surrender.

    Of course I'd never get soapy dishwater on her expensive, maroon
skirted business suit. Now, if she'd been wearing anything else, or better
yet, nothing at all . . . .

    At the age of thirty-four, Billy's recently-divorced mother could
easily pass for a voluptuous, high-end stripper, proudly pert tits and
all. Just a few short hours ago at the rec center, her long raven hair had
been up in a bun. Now it draped down past her shoulders, framing her
elegantly-sultry features, and long-lashed green eyes. Coupled with a tall
hourglass figure, the grace of cat, and an intellect that could slice a
transit bus in two, she had to be the hottest ace lawyer in existence.

    Inside my mind, my libido was panting and drooling like a wolf at the
peak of heat. Not that I blamed her one iota.

    Finally managing to control her mirthful outburst, Carol returned to
stand a little beside and behind me, as I resumed washing the pots and
pans.

    "Again, I'm sorry, Sheila," she said genuinely. "It was simply too good
an opportunity to pass up, though."

    I smiled. "No problem. So, was that payback for . . . what was it? When
I scared the Charles Dickens out of you last night?"

    "I guess it could be looked at that way, couldn't it?"

    Suddenly Carol's elegant hands were on my shoulders, gently but firmly
kneading them through the grey vest. For a moment my entire body shivered
in ecstasy.

    "Be warned," I moaned hungrily, "that's one of my Achilles' heels."

    "Really?" she kept massaging. "Do you have many more Achilles' heels?"

    "It be easier to list the ones I don't have."

    Somehow I had the feeling, since I'd all but spelled out in capital
letters to her a few hours ago that I shared her interest, Carol had been
thinking up ways to . . . get better acquainted. Backed by a lawyer's
intellect, I doubt I could've countered whatever she had in mind.

    Had I been so inclined, that is.

    "How'd it go with your client?" I asked, as her fingers skillfully
worked my shoulders.

    "Surprising good," Carol replied. "I hope your night wasn't too much
trouble."

    "Not at all. Which reminds me. Take out the cell phone from my belt
pouch. The other pouch actually. Select the video marked first meeting."

    Doing so, Carol watched the brief clip I'd secretly recorded of Melody
and Billy, when they'd met at the mansion's front doors. Her heart-melting
expression mirrored my own sense of romantic bliss witnessing it
myself. After gushing her near-tearful gratitude with a rib-creaking hug, I
suggested downloading a copy of it onto her computer.

    When she at last returned from doing that, I was waiting leaning
against the kitchen island, having already finished the pots and pans.

    "I can never thank you enough for that video," Carol said. "By the way,
where are the little darlings?"

    "Out back in the pool," I accepting my cell phone back, returning it to
its pouch. "Skinny-dipping."

    "Oh my," she smiled behind her fingers, her green eyes dancing with the
same forbidden light I'd seen in them last night. "They've certainly
. . . grown quite comfortable with each other rather quickly, eh?"

    Trusting in my intuition, and having faith in my reincarnated mad
scientist's plans, I took the plunge.

    "To say the least," I nodded. "Let's put it this way. While they
haven't reached home plate just yet, they're about as close to stealing it
from third base as they can get."

    Slender eyebrows rising, her red-painted lips silently mouthed a
stunned, "No." However, the light in her eyes flared lustfully, and her
toned thighs in the maroon business skirt squeezed together. Even without
the slight flush creeping onto her smooth skin, there was no mistaking her
true reaction.

    As like with last night, it was more than I could've hoped for.

    "Already?" Carol whispered half in disbelief, and half in hopeful
yearning.

    "Yes," I said solemnly. "I was surprised by it myself, but in
hindsight, perhaps I shouldn't have been that much. Both of them were in
relationships before this, though not ones that had . . . advanced this
quickly, nor this far. Both were also deeply hurt in their earlier
relationships. Having that in common, it's only strengthened their own
bond.

    "A fact most people either don't know, or don't want to believe," I
explained, "is that even prepubescents feel the natural urge for sex. True,
while it's usually not nearly as strong as it is with the onset of puberty,
they're human beings just the same. Sex is as much a cornerstone of our
most basic, human needs, as sleeping and eating are.

    "The problem is that throughout history, society has always struggled
to control, and in some cases outright ban, many . . . less explored
aspects about our primal sexual needs and desires. The reason they've never
fully succeeded, nor will they, is best described by the old saying. You
can take an animal out of the jungle, but you can't take the jungle out of
the animal."

    Carol was silent for a long moment.

    "I . . . believe I see what you're saying," she nodded slowly, both
assimilating this, and structuring her thoughts. "As a lawyer, I fully
comprehend and respect the reason behind mitigating . . . certain potential
problems, before they grow to become something unmanageable. At the same
time, however . . . . As you said, human nature itself is governed by its
own laws, no matter how society tries to supersede them. While laws are
meant to help guide and govern the masses, it still falls to individuals to
truly govern themselves. Thus, it's their own responsibility in what they
choose to do, and how they choose to do it, if they so desire to do so in
the first place."

    It was my turn to nod in agreement. As well, I felt it was time to rip
away the figurative veil, and lay bare the heart of the matter.

    "Incest and pedophilia are taboos," I stated bluntly, "and I'm in
agreement with many of the reasons they were made so. Still, it doesn't
mean everything about them is wrong. I can say that because," I swallowed
hard, realizing I was about to reveal my deepest secret for a second time
in only hours. "Because my parents and I's relationship, from when I was
four, until the day they were killed, was closer and more loving than those
of many families I've seen myself.

    "In here, and here," I tapped my heart and then head, "there's no doubt
that they'd ever had the slightest trace of anything, but the purest of
intentions to share the whole of their love with me. We did no harm to
others. I also sincerely believe that we did anything but cause harm to
ourselves. It only strengthened our bonds, which already bound us so
closely together."

    I sighed then, struggling not to climb any higher already on my
personal soapbox.

    "I guess what I'm trying to say, Carol, is despite how society sees it,
love can never be bound by man-made laws or ideals. Love can't even begin
to be truly explained for that matter. It can only be experienced. Billy
and Melody's love is genuine. I believe by letting them fully explore it,
and helping them in that if they so desire, it'll allow their love to grow
and take deeper root, or possibly be realized sooner if it isn't meant to
be."

    Smiling, Carol placed her hands on my shoulders.

    "Thank you," she said simply.

    There was more depth and meaning within those two words, that could've
been conveyed in the longest of speeches.

    Embracing, I don't know which of us actually started it, but suddenly
we were passionately kissing, standing there in the kitchen.

    Running our hands other each other's clothed body, we were trying to
feel and grope everywhere at once. Our tongues were intertwining so much,
at times I couldn't honestly tell mine from hers, nor did I care. My
engorged puffy nipples strained against the t-shirt and vest, rubbing
against Carol's full, blouse-shrouded tits. Her thigh slipped between mine,
kneading my now-soaked pussy in my jeans. In return, I hungrily squeezed
and caressed her taut, shapely ass through the maroon skirt.

    Then the phone rang.

    Not again!

    Coming apart gasping for air, Carol looked indecisively at the wall
phone, then walked over to check it. As aroused as I was, I felt
sympathy. I know how it is, to be on call twenty-four-seven. When she
reached the phone and looked at the call display number, the back of her
shoulders rose, her fists clenched, and her entire body started quivering
lividly.

    This couldn't be good.

    "Chocolate santas making fudge!"

    "Say what?" I burst out laughing.

    Her anger suddenly flowing from her like rainwater, she turned her back
on the still ringing phone, looking a little embarrassed.

    "It's something a college law professor taught me," Carol
explained. "When I'm steamed, I've learned to turn my vulgarity into
something harmless. Seeing it was a telemarketer's number, really had my
biscuits crisping."

    "So what did chocolate santas making fudge replace?"

    "Cocksucking motherfucker."

    "That's pretty cool. I should learn that trick. So, what does Charles
Dickens stand for then?"

    "Caca doo-doo," she smiled sheepishly, and I couldn't keep from
laughing again.

    Seeing as the two skinny-dipping kids were still expecting me, I
mentioned this to Carol, and suggested we strip and go join them. Naturally
she was hesitant, in spite of being secretly eager for such an
opportunity. Taking her hand, I gave her a reassuring kiss.

    Two minutes later, we were bare-assed naked and holding hands,
following a trail of hastily-discarded kids clothes through the mansion,
leading to the backyard pool.

    We reached a small tiled shower room with a pair of huge, wall-to-wall
glass sliding doors overlooking the pool area. The shower room was only
faintly lit by the backwash from the outside patio floodlights, came
through the glass doors.

    Looking outside, it was easy to see the huge inground heated pool, and
its surrounding flagstone patio, didn't take up much of the massive
manicured backyard. The entire estate was isolated from Rosedale's nearby
near-mansions, thanks to the small, surrounding wooded forest. Carol had
mentioned since her divorce, she'd had some wilder parties out back. Not
only had the small forest visibly shielded them from the neighbors, but the
woods blocked nearly all traces of sound, even a pumping sound system. It
had been for that reason, why I'd let Melody and Billy go skinny-dipping.

    And speaking of those two . . . .

    Not a dozen feet away on the flagstones bordering the pool, illuminated
in the patio floodlights, the two eight-year-olds were at it again.

    Billy sat leaning back on his arms, the expression on his face
something beyond bliss. Kneeling with her perfect little ass high in the
night air, Melody's auburn pageboy bobbed up and down between his spread
legs, a hand busy between her own spread legs. Although the glass doors
blocked any sounds, it wasn't hard imagining the soft slurping as she
sucked her boyfriend's three inch boner. Nor was it difficult imagining
Billy's rapturous moans with her hot lips and tongue working his boyhood,
and the wet sounds of her fingers rubbing her wet, hairless pussy.

    Beside me, Carol gasped and squeezed my hand hard. In the small,
enclosed shower room, I detected the scent of fresh womanly arousal from
her shaved cunt, as we watched the naked, loving pair.

    Gently pressing an awestruck Carol to the tiled shower wall, it allowed
her an even better vantage point of Melody's bobbing head, and especially
the girl's fingers sawing the glistening cleft of her swollen baby-hole.

    The thirty-four-year-old's nipples were nowhere near as unusually-thick
and protruding, as the puffy ones of my small tits. However, her pink
bullets were so hard, they were making her proud tits even more noticeably
perky. That alone indicated just how heated she was.

    With Carol captivated watching her son and the adorable little girl
going at it, I saw my chance. Dropping to my knees before the standing
woman, I planted my hungry mouth squarely on her hairless pussy, and
started going to town on it with a vengeance.

    "Oh! Oh god! Sheila, what are --- Oh mercy," she gasped, suddenly
needing the tiled wall for support, as she uttered long, lustful moans of
abandonment.

    It's been a while since I tongued an actual woman's pussy. Although the
smooth flesh, and the nectar flowing from it, tasted very similar to a
younger girl's cunt, I'd almost forgotten the subtle distinctions. It's
sort of like the differences between my usual double-double coffee, and a
coffee with two sugars, but only one cream. Whether the more mature flavour
came from having grown into womanhood, or a possible trace of aftertaste
from regularly-used hygiene products, or simply from a different diet, I
wasn't sure.

    Cocks were like that, too, with an adult's sausage having a more
. . . well, manly seasoning to it, compared to a boy's wiener.

    Rather than be distracting, though, these differences only added to
it. If anything in fact, they made me savour the distinctions all the more.

    Lapping Carol's hot hole and sodden, gaping lips, my hands tracked up
her slender waist and flat stomach, to the firm, creamy hemispheres of her
full breasts. As I ate her out, I also kneaded each of her tits, and teased
their rock-hard nipples. All the while, I kept clenching and unclenching my
kneeling thighs around my throbbing pussy.

    Multi-tasking. Nature's gift to near-nymphomaniacs.

    Right after being multi-orgasmic, of course.

    "Oh god, Sheila," Carol blurted in half-distracted alarm. "Melody
stopped blowing Billy. She's --- Wait, Billy's --- He's going to --- Oooh!"

    One of Carol's thighs lifted up onto my shoulder, with her long leg
half-wrapping itself around my kneeling back, as if trying to pull my face
deeper into her cunt.

    "Billy --- Billy's going down on her, Sheila," she panted breathlessly,
her vaginal muscles contracting in lust. "My little boy's muff-diving her
baby pussy!"

    Her slender fingers laced themselves through my long blonde hair. Along
with her leg, she held my head tight to her wet, quivering cunt.

    "That's it, baby. Eat Melody's tiny cunt! Tongue-fuck it good, just
like mommy wants to! Yes! Oh god yes! Lick her baby-box like a dog, son!
Face-fuck her till she squeals!"

    Suddenly it was Carol who was squealing, as her naked, elegant thighs
and pelvis writhed against my buried face. While the ace lawyer wasn't a
true gusher like Melody and I, her spasming penis-trap overflowed with
tasty woman-cum.

    At the height of her climax, I dropped a hand from her tits, to thrust
three fingers deep into her convulsing baby-maker. Her squealing turned
into a high-pitched keening, as her pussy exploded in a full-fledged
orgasm, flooding my slurping mouth.

    It took the better part of two minutes for a trembling Carol to recover
somewhat, and ease her leg off my shoulder. Holding her waist, I rose to
kiss the taller woman tenderly, her juices still smeared across my nose,
lips and chin.

    Billy's mother sighed blissfully. "That was . . . ."

    Yeah, I knew what she was unable to express. Sometimes words just
couldn't describe it.

    Outside on the flagstones, the naked young lovers remained unaware of
us, lost in their own world of mutual lust. Both were stretched out laying
on their sides, with the back of Billy's head squeezed between the girl's
slender thighs. Melody's pale blue eyes were closed in ecstasy, with her
facing us in the mansion, while Billy's hidden face was busily working
in-between her thighs.

    Grinning wolfishly, I jerked my head towards the pair. "Shall we?"

    "You mean . . . . But, Billy . . . ."

    "It'll be okay. Give me a few minutes, to talk to him alone," I asked
as I took her hand once more, giving it an encouraging squeeze.

    After a moment of indecision, Carol smiled and nodded.

    In my mind, my libido was cartwheeling all over the place, like a
crazed wagon wheel. However, she wasn't the only one cheering at Carol's
agreement. Right behind her, enthusiastically waving pom-poms, was my
reincarnated mad scientist.

    After quickly explaining our plan of attack, I quietly eased open one
of the sliding glass doors. Stepping from the mansion, Melody's eyes
opened, and I placed a finger to my smiling lips. As an equally naked and
silent Carol stepped out behind me, the eight-year-old's pale blue eyes
widened, then grinned wickedly as she surely guessed what we planned.

    Even if Melody's thighs weren't boxing in Billy's ears, from his eager
slurping alone, I'd say the boy was too preoccupied with dining on his
girlfriend's pussy to notice our arrival.

    Carol padded over to Melody, who propped her flat-chested torso up on
an elbow. The beautiful thirty-four-year-old then sank to her knees on the
flagstones. No sooner had she, than my best friend latched her mouth onto a
perky, full-breasted nipple, while her free hand disappeared between the
woman's kneeling thighs. Carol bit her lip first out of surprise, then to
keep her ecstasy to a half-trapped moan. Instinctively she cradled the
girl's head and naked torso to her, like she would a suckling newborn.

    While Carol took one end of the merged young lovers, I went for the
other end.

    The end with a three inch, hairless boner.

    Stealthily stepping over the boy's sideways-lying body, I lowered
myself to lay on my stomach atop the cool flagstones, my face hovering
above the uncircumcised little meat-stick. His cock was about average I'd
say for an eight-year-old boy. It had a nice girth to it, although the
exposed head had the same thickness as the shaft, rather than being a bit
thicker. The way Billy's hips were twisted somewhat, meant it was sticking
out at a slight upward angle from his body, nearly as straight as an arrow.

    Perfect.

    Lowering my spread jaws down around his unsuspecting boyhood, careful
not to touch it yet, I silently chuckled. I couldn't help envisioning a
giant barracuda, getting ready to engulf a scared-stiff worm whole in one
gulp, with the Jaws theme playing in the background.

    Where does it say, a clever fish can't catch themselves a fisherman?

    When my lips reached a hairbreadth from his smooth groin and small
balls, I paused long enough to pull the lips over my teeth. Lifting a hand
up and over, I held it ready, hovering just above his cute butt.

    Then I clamped my hot, sucking mouth and tongue down whole around his
steely little wiener.

    Billy bucked in shock as expected, then bucked again as my hand seized
his clenching ass crack. His shout of surprise was muffled by Melody's
pussy, which his mouth was buried in. A moment later Billy's shout was
echoed even louder and more rapturously, as Melody cried out in the throes
of a chain-reaction orgasm.

    "Don't stop, Billy," Melody pleaded in gasping pants. "It's coming!
Keep eating me, please!"

    Even if I wasn't sucking on his cock, and my fingers kneading his anal
canyon, I'm sure the boy's efforts would've ramped us just as frenziedly.

    The adorable redhead's cries of ecstasy climbed higher and higher. By
the increasing frequency of her sharp gasps, and the desperation behind her
sobbing pleas, her "big Oh" was sure to crest at any ---

    Melody screamed as she cummed.

    Just as abruptly as Melody's scream started, so did it abruptly die.

    I withdrew my mouth from Billy's cock. A second later, the boy lifted
his cum-smeared face from between the girl's thighs and twisted around, to
see a worried-looking, kneeling Carol holding Melody's limp head tenderly
to her ample chest.

    "Mel?" Billy inquired, then gasped in horror, his body jerking as if
hit by lightning. "Mom!"

    I'm starting to wonder if swimming pools shouldn't have mandatory,
emergency defibrillators for cardiac arrest.

    "Melody's alright," I calmly reassured both of them. "Some of her
orgasms are so overwhelming for her, she tends to pass out from them. She's
perfectly fine, trust me. Just give the little tigress a bit to recover,
and she'll be as good as new."

    Carol was visibly relieved, as no doubt Billy was as well. At the
moment, though, the poor boy was too paralyzed in shock and fear to show
it.

    Before I could act to counter it, however, his mother beat me to it.

    Still cradling Melody to her, Carol reached out a hand to fondly stroke
her son's cheek, her green eyes shining with motherly love. "It's okay,
baby," she soothed. "No mother in the whole world could be more proud of
you, or love you more, than I do."

    Billy blinked in confusion. "I . . . I don't understand . . . ."

    "I can help you understand," I told Billy as I rose to my feet, then
held out a hand to him. "Let's take a walk around the pool while I explain,
'kay?"

    He hesitated, looking confusedly between his mother, Melody and
myself. When Carol gave him a reassuring smile and nod, he clumsily
accepted my hand to stand up.

    Certainly Billy's mind, not to mention his heart, had to be racing like
a runaway train. If it had been me in his place, I'd have already fainted
from the shock. No one couldn't blame him at the moment for seeming almost
robotic, as his overtaxed mind struggled to cope with everything.

    Silently I hoped I hadn't made a grievous error, taking things this far
already, and still deciding to forge ahead with it.

    Taking his hand, I started walking with him slowly around the massive
pool's perimeter.

    "Billy," I said gently, "you love Melody very much, don't you?"

    "What do you mean?" he asked sharply, my question pulling him from his
stupor as I'd hoped. "Of course I do."

    "Do you think one day, if you two marry, you'll have kids of your own?"

    "Huh? I . . . I don't know. I guess so. Probably, yeah."

    "Do you think you'll be proud of your kids?"

    The boy stared at me, as if I'd suddenly grown a second head. "Of
course I will! Why wouldn't I be?"

    "Do you think your mother's just as proud of you?"

    Billy stopped in his tracks, his eyes involuntarily going to where
Carol knelt holding Melody. "She . . . says she is . . . ."

    Squatting down, I placed a tender hand on his cheek, drawing his green
eyes back to my deep blue ones.

    "Never doubt for a second," I told him, "that what your mother said,
was straight from the heart. I know right now for you, everything is
confusing and scary. It would be for anybody. Your mother's so proud of
you, Billy, that if that pride was a candle, it would be burning brighter
than the sun."

    "Really?"

    "Really. It's also part the reason she wants to be there, when you and
Melody make love for the first time."

    Although he blushed slightly at the mention of losing his virginity,
his confusion was further compounded by this fact. "She wants . . . . But,
why? I thought she'd . . . you know."

    "You thought, upon learning you wanted to have sex with a girl, she'd
go totally ape-shit?"

    A corner of Billy's mouth quirked in a smile as he nodded.

    Rising, still holding his hand, we started walking again. "To better
answer that, let me first ask you something, Billy. Melody has already
talked to you I gather, about her special request?" His nod confirmed my
suspicions. "Do you understand why she asked it, to have me there with you
two, during your first time?"

    Billy stopped again, and I was glad to see he took a moment to think
about it before replying.

    "I think it's because in school, they said for a girl, the first time
. . . it'll probably hurt. It's 'cause when my," he blushed, "my penis goes
inside of her, it'll, um, break her he-man."

    "Her hymen actually. Please, go on."

    "Well, it hurts her, I think a lot, so I'm suppose to stop moving and,
um . . . let her tell me when it's okay?"

    When I nodded proudly, he went on. "So, um, Mel want you there so, I
guess, it won't hurt as much?"

    "In a way. When you were young, did you go to the doctor to get a
needle? Did your mother or father hold your hand, as the doctor poked you
with the needle?"

    "Mom did. The doctor stuck it in my bum."

    I smiled sympathetically. "I've been there. Did you feel at least a
little better during it, holding your mother's hand, knowing that she was
there for you?"

    "Uh-huh. I get it now. So that's why Mel wants you to be there, when
we, um, lose our virgins?"

    "Virginities. And yes, that's part of it. Another part is, Melody and I
have grown to be as close as sisters, and love each other just as strongly
as real sisters do. She wants me to be there for the first time, so she can
share with me one of the most special moments of her life. It was like when
my mother was with me, when I lost my own virginity."

    I'm surprised his dropping jaw didn't chip the flagstones.

    "That's right, Billy. My mother was there, and I couldn't have been
more grateful for it, either. While it was very special for me to have her
there, it was also very special for her, too. Can you guess why that is?"

    "Because . . . um, she got to share it with you?"

    I nodded. "Now, I'm only guessing, but has your mother ever miss out on
a big event for you? Say like, when you've gotten an award? Or she missed
an important sports game?"

    "A lot of times," he replied in a pained whispered. "I don't blame her
for it. Sometimes she had to, 'cause of her job."

    "That's very mature of you to recognize that, and very unselfish of you
as well. But it still hurts, doesn't it? Do you think your mother also
feels that hurt, too, when she can't be there for the most special person
to her in the whole world?"

    "I, well, yeah. I guess so. I never really thought of that."

    Once more kneeling down to eye-level with him, I put both hands on his
bare shoulders.

    "It's every parent's wish to see their children grow up happy. If they
can share in the special times, it makes it all the more special for
them. The reason your mother wishes to be with you during your first time,
is that there will never, ever be another special moment like that. There
can always be another wedding. There can always be the birth of another
grandchild. But there can never, ever be another time, when her dearest son
takes that huge step, into becoming a young man."

    I could see the gears of thought turning within Billy's eyes, as he
absorbed the enormity of this.

    It was time to inject the other half of the solution.

    "There's something else, Billy. Now, I know I'm just a girl," I glanced
down at my naked, puffy-nippled shallow chest. "Whew! Just checking."

    That the eight-year-old smiled in amusement, told me his sharp mind
wasn't flashing "tilt" yet, with everything it's been hit with
already. While I'd suspected he could handle it, with fingers crossed of
course, nevertheless I was relieved.

    "I may be just a girl, but along with being a babysitter, I've learned
a few things about boys. Among boys, you're suppose to know exactly what to
do when it comes to sex, right? After all, isn't that why boys were given
dicks for in the first place? So it's assumed that to even ask for
something as simple as advice, would make you seem less of a man for doing
so, right?"

    Billy nodded, but not as resolutely as most boys would've in his
place. Excellent.

    "Do you remember the first rule with girls, that I told you about last
night?"

    "Um, be respectful to them?"

    "You got it. Now, if you respect a girl, wouldn't you want to make sure
that she's happy and satisfied?"

    "Definitely!"

    "So," I softened my voice, "do you think with what you already know, it
will be enough to do that by itself?"

    I was pleased when he shook his head negatively. Anyone could tell how
obvious a trap the question was. In Billy's eyes, though, I could see the
growing realization that there was more to girls and sex, than he'd
originally thought.

    It's the rare boy I've met, who doesn't think sex is much more than
screw a girl, and when you've cummed, that's it. Hell, there's more than a
few men who still think that way. And they wonder why their wives never
seem to win anything at bingo, and yet still look so happy.

    "You, William Langdon," I smiled proudly, giving his shoulders a gentle
squeeze, "have just taken your first big step into becoming a true man. Men
and women are very different in many things, especially when it comes to
sex. One of the most special things to any girl, is to have their boyfriend
be willing to ask them what makes them happy, and to be willing to learn
how to do that. Us girls do that a lot with our boyfriends, too, but we're
just a whole lot more sneaky about it. Now, don't go blabbing that secret
around to other boys, okay? Us girls like seeming mysterious, and
all-knowing, to you boys."

    Smiling, Billy nodded. His bare, trim chest now seemed to have a
slightly more proud cast to it. Not only had he become more of a young man
than before, but a girl had trusted him with one of their secrets behind
their enigmatic mystique.

    Standing, I took Billy's hand as we continued around the pool's far
end.

    "So," I asked, "can you understand why your mother wishes to be there
with you?"

    "Yes," Billy nodded. "And . . . I want to make sure Mel's nothing but
happy. So, you guys won't think . . . I'm less of a guy, if I ask you guys
to help me . . . you know, learn how she likes to do it?"

    "We'd never think less of you for that. In fact, we'd see that as being
very caring, and that's a major turn-on for us. But remember, though, also
be yourself. It's a major turn-off for girls, when a boy's trying to be
something he's not."

    "Got it. I'll try my best."

    Suddenly grinning, I dropped my voice to sound deep and gravelly. "Do,
or do not. There is no 'try,' young jedi."

    "Huh?"

    "It's a quote from Yoda." A blank stare. "You know, from the Star Wars
movies? The old sci-fi cult classic? Light sabers? Darth Vader? Han Solo?
Okay, that's it. I'm so going to make you sit down and watch the original
Star Wars trilogy. Now I just feel old."

    "Sheila?"

    "Yes?"

    He stopped walking yet again.

    "You said . . . your mom. She was there with you for your first time,
right?"

    I nodded solemnly, going back down on a knee still holding his hand.

    "She was beautiful, right?"

    "She was very beautiful, yes."

    "Did you ever, um . . . ever . . . . No, forget it. Never mind." The
brightly blushing boy tugged at my hand gripping his, trying to back away.

    Keeping my grip, I lifted my other hand to stroke Billy's heated cheek.

    "In my eyes," I said softly, "both my parents were very beautiful. So
much so, that often when I'd looked at them, I would get horny. Soon, I had
started thinking about what it be like, to touch their privates, and to
have them love me the same way."

    Billy stopped tugging to listen raptly, hearing the answer to the
question he couldn't bring himself to ask.

    "When a child and a parent's touches become sexual," I explained, "it's
what is called incest. In public, everyone says it's a bad thing, and that
it hurts the child. While there's a lot of truth to that, it's not always
how it is. My mother, father, and I had that special love between us. But,
we made sure to never, ever tell anyone about it. It was our secret. While
I cherished the forbidden love my parents and I shared, I also cherished my
boyfriend, too. The three of them together, filled my life with so much
love and happiness."

    A tear rolled down my cheek, and I gently eased the mental lid back
down on the surfacing memories, and the sense of loss that truly never
disappears.

    "If you were going to ask me, if I'd ever had forbidden desires for my
parents," I said quietly, "then yes, I did. Did I act upon those desires?
Yes, I did as well, and I couldn't be more grateful that I did. My parents
and I loved each other so much already, that acting on that love was almost
natural. If you feel like that with your mother, then don't be afraid of
it.

    "However. Remember these two things. You have to let it happen
naturally. Don't try to push it. If it's meant to be, then it will happen,
okay? Good. The second thing, is don't let that possible love get in the
way with a girlfriend. I was lucky, though. My boyfriend understood about
my parents and I, and even often joined in the fun, the four of us
together."

    "Really?" Billy's eyes widened. "Do you think . . . Mel would
understand? I mean, if, um, me and Mom . . . you know."

    I smiled reassuringly. "You have to ask Melody that yourself. That's an
important part of having a girlfriend, is learning to talk with them about
things, so you both can make things work better. Understand?"

    Nodding, Billy threw his naked body against my kneeling one in a
grateful embrace. "Thank you, Sheila!"

    "You're welcome," I rubbed his back, then eased him to arm's
length. "Now, speaking of Melody. How about we go wake up your sleeping
beauty, eh?"

    Arriving back where a naked Carol still knelt, cradling Melody's flat
chest and head to her proudly pert tits, the thirty-four-year-old still
looked concerned.

    "Is it normal for Melody," she asked, looking down at the
content-looking eight-year-old in her arms, "for her to sleep this deeply
after passing out?"

    "Yeah," I assured her. "She's not actually a deep sleeper, though. It's
just that she has trouble getting to sleep normally. Thus, whenever she
does sleep, she tends to stay so, to catch up on it.

    "But," I grinned, "I've got prince charming here, if I've got the
proper fairy tail right. Alright, Prince Billy, let's see your stuff."

    Taking a steeling breath, Billy knelt down in front of his naked mother
and Melody. Leaning forward, he blushed again having to support himself
with his hands on either side of the redheaded girl, squarely on his
mother's firm breasts. Neither Carol or I could miss his re-stiffened
stiffy, particularly as it was poking against his mother's toned thigh.

    Lowering his face, Billy gently pressed his lips to Melody's own, which
were half-laying on the swell of Carol's tit.

    Nothing seemed to happen for a moment, then Melody softly moaned
happily and turned her face slightly, aligning their lips perfectly.

    Then Melody snaked her arms around Billy, pulling him into a deeper and
more passionate kiss.

    With a squeak, Carol fell back with the kids on her shapely naked
derriere, as the sudden, combined weight of two eight-year-olds leaning
against her shifted, taking her by surprise. The sight caused me to erupt
in laughter. Then the young lovers, still wrapped in each others' arms atop
of Carol, were giggling through their pressing lips. Carol joined in the
laughter a moment later.

    "Sorry, Mrs. Langdon," Melody giggled. However, she made no attempt to
move from being sandwiched between the warm, naked flesh of her boyfriend,
and his mother.

    "It's alright, sweetie," Carol told her. "And please, call me Carol if
you'd like. Mrs. Langdon sounds so . . . old. You know, this reminds me of
when Billy was younger. He use to sleep in bed with us, and use to say my
torpedoes made the most wonderful pillows."

    "Mom," Billy blushed crimson.

    Melody giggled even more girlishly. "Torpedoes."

    I squatted down beside the trio. "Hey, Carol? Do you have air
mattresses or the like to rest on?"

    "Actually, we do have a few. If the cozy couple doesn't mind their
pillow get up for a moment, I'll give you a hand getting them."

    "I don't mind," Melody replied, holding Billy tighter. "I still got a
major cutie for a blankie, to keep me warm. Right, hot stuff?" she kissed
him.

    "Mm-hmm," he agreed kissing her back.

    After Carol eased from beneath the pair, she led me to a large wooden
storage shed near the pool. Stacked neatly inside were the pool's cleaning
supplies, as well as a huge assortment of pool toys and inflatable
rafts. Selecting three big air mattresses, she hooked them up to a softly
humming, automatic air compressor.

    While waiting for them to inflate, I filled in Carol on the basics of
my and Billy's talk. By the time I'd finished, the raven-haired beauty's
shaved pussy was seeping from her trembling joy. Of course, I wasn't immune
either, as my soaked inner thighs attested to. If we didn't have the pair
waiting on us, I'm sure the ace lawyer would've tackled me, to ravish me
like a lust-crazed cougar right there in the storage shed.

    Returning with the three air mattresses, we found the young lovers
still sitting embraced as they kissed. Poor Billy's boyhood looked hard
enough to cut diamonds, its exposed head now slightly purplish.

    "Dibs on the middle," Melody called, as we laid the soft but firm
mattresses on the flagstones, right beside the pool itself.

    "Mom?" Billy asked hesitantly. "C-can I talk to you, for a moment?"

    "Certainly, dear," Carol replied, letting her son guide her by the hand
a little ways away.

    Melody whispered to me, "Is he doing, what I think he's doing?"

    "Uh-huh," I whispered in return, rubbing her naked back. "You can
understand how hard it must be for him, right?"

    "Yeah," she said simply. From the affectionately respectful tone behind
it, she understood fully.

    After a brief conversation, mother and son embraced warmly before
coming back. Billy climbed onto the mattresses to cuddle with Melody, but
Carol remained standing.

    "Sheila, dear, I'm going to retrieve some lube, in case it's needed. I
was also thinking of grabbing an accessory for myself. Care to join me, and
pick out an accessory, too? I have quite the selection."

    "Sure," I nodded eagerly getting up. "Don't worry you two. We'll be
back in two shakes of a lamb's tail."

    "Huh?" came in stereo.

    Carol chuckled. "We'll be but a minute."

    Padding naked through the mansion, I asked Carol if the air mattresses
were safe, for what would sure come.

    "Let's put it this way, dear," she grinned at me. "At one pool party
with my girlfriend and sister last summer, I had myself, and three
full-grown men enthusiastically piled onto just one of those
mattresses. Tonight will be nothing for them, compared to the pounding they
received that night. As did I, I might add, several times, and in many
varieties of combinations."

    Coming to a stop, I theatrically bowed as I lifted Carol's hand,
brushing my lips on her knuckles. "You madam, are a lady after my own
heart."

    "Oh you," she giggled a bit girlishly, her cheeks pinkening slightly.

    Reaching the master bedroom suite, Carol opened wide a pair of fancy
closet doors.

    "Whoa," I breathed, upon seeing the walk-in closet's contents.

    Neatly organized on shelves and wall hooks, was a near-nymphomaniac's
dream collection. Dildoes, vibrators, strap-ons, vibrating eggs, butt
plugs, french ticklers, nipple clamps, and cock rings of various shapes and
sizes laid displayed before me.

    And these were just part of her collection.

    Inside my mind, my libido sighed in love, then fainted.

    "There is a heaven . . . ."

    Carol chuckled. "There are people passionate about collecting toys, and
then there are people passionate about collecting toys. It's taken a few
years to collect this many, and it's by no means complete. Now and then
something will catch my fancy, and I'll put it my collection. Mind you,
it's not the only place I like putting them."

    Finally shaking myself from my drooling stupor, I stepped into the huge
closet.

    Carol grabbed a small bottle of lube, then a thin, black thong. Or
rather, it looked like a thong, but was missing the front part of the
crotch. Then she grabbed a bright pink vibrating egg, about the size of a
nine-volt battery. A thin cord connected it to a small pink box with a
dial, no larger than my cell phone.

    "Sheila, dear," she asked shyly. "Could I ever ask if you might help
me, in putting this in . . . well, in my back door?"

    "I'd love to," I smiled, accepting both the toy and lube.

    Turning around, Carol slipped into the near-thong, but only pulled it
up to beneath her gorgeous, taut ass. Bending slightly, she spread her
cheeks with both hands, baring her delicious pussy, and her soft pink
anus. Squatting down so my face was level with her sexily-spread backside,
I caught the soft hint of vanilla.

    I thought it had taken Carol a little longer than I would've figured,
when she'd gone to download my cell phone's video.

    While generously lubing up the vibrating egg, I leaned forward and
began licking her soft pink, puckered anus. It even tasted a bit like
vanilla, which encouraged me more.

    At the first touch of my wet tongue, Carol gasped and shuddered. The
scent of her arousal came stronger, as her pussy glistened freshly. I kept
licking the moaning woman's vanilla-flavoured pooper-shooter, until the
little opening began winking open and closed on its own.

    And to think, it had been Princess who'd once told me about that trick.

    "Ready?" I asked.

    Carol moaned affirmatively, though at this point, I think she would've
agreed to anything.

    Another slow, teasing lick saw her back door blossom open again, and I
firmly eased the slippery egg-shaped toy into her willing bum.

    The ace lawyer soulfully moaned and trembled, as her anus involuntarily
clenched around the plastic egg and my finger.

    Again taking the advice of Princess, I waited until the steely ass
muscles relaxed slightly, then pushed it in further. It took two more
times, before my digit was buried inside her butt to the
knuckle. Withdrawing my finger, Carol panted heavily as she let go of her
cheeks to brace herself against a shelf, adjusting to the feel of the
invited intruder deep in her nether region.

    Rising from my squat, I embraced her from behind, molding my naked body
to hers comfortingly.

    Then I turned on the toy, twisting the dial on the control box to
maximum.

    "Ooooh god," Carol shook in my arms. Then she cried out, as I reached
around to furiously rub her clit and swollen cunt, helping trigger her
hovering climax.

    After turning off the egg in her ass, letting her savour the pleasant
afterglow as she recoup, I pull up the near-thong around her slender
waist. Clipping the control box to the black waistband, I rubbed her back
soothingly.

    "Thank you," Carol whispered gratefully.

    "My pleasure, although it was Princess who told me about the tongue
trick."

    "Princess?"

    I shrugged, and moved to start looking over the collection of phallic
devices.

    "I guess you can say Princess is my personal nemesis. Tammy's a
twelve-year-old who also lives at the orphanage. Trust me, the
. . . relationship between us is so complicated, even I don't fully
understand it. Ask Melody about it sometime. She could tell you some good
war stories that she witnessed between us."

    "Oh dear. This Princess sounds like quite the character."

    "Yeah, she is," I replied a bit fondly.

    Then blinked.

    Did I just . . . . Nah. It must be my hormones messing with me, that's
all.

    Finding what I was looking for, I held up a thickish, six inch long,
flesh-coloured dildo, with attached red silk panties.

    "A strap-on?" Carol's green eyes sparkled.

    "I think of them as the swiss army knives of sex toys. Not only can I
wear it pointing out to overrule sexy lawyers, but invert it for
self-stimulation, be it vaginally or anally. Then there's sucking on it,
rubbing it on my nipples and pussy, whacking it playfully on my body, and
of course, using it as a regular, everyday dildo."

    Stepping into the inverted strap-on, I slid the toy inside my eager,
sodden pussy, experiencing a nice, shivering climax at the halfway
mark. Once it was fully inside, and the red silk panties snugged around my
narrow waist, I took several experimental steps. It's been a while since
I've walked around with a dildo inside me like this. However, it's just
like remembering how to ride a bicycle.

    Riding a seatless bicycle that is, with the seat post buried deep in my
pussy.

    Leaving the master suite, we returned to the pool to find Melody and
Billy still kissing, and affectionately caressing each other all over.

    Perhaps that's the greatest thing about love between kids: it's true
love in the purest sense.

    It's not to say that love for everyone else isn't pure either. It's
just for prepubescents and adolescents, though, it's something fresh and
new, like discovering masturbation for the first time. With them, there's
no real expectations yet, to cast a slight shadow over the raw emotions and
sensations, as they explore their new love together.

    Turning off the patio's floodlights, allowed the pool's interior lights
to make the water seem to glow, casting the surrounding flagstones in a
warm luminance.

    "Got room for two more passengers," I asked as we stepped out onto the
patio, "before the love raft sets sail?"

    Carol started softly humming an old television theme.

    I easily recognized the tune, as I use to love watching my parents'
favourite, old television show reruns with them. Even if most of the stuff
in them, I didn't have a clue about.

    In reply, I began humming another old television theme.

    "Don't you dare," Carol barked a laughed.

    Suddenly she looked at me, her eyes crinkling.

    I looked back at her.

    "S.S. Minnow," we squealed together.

    We had to hold onto each other to keep from falling down, from both
laughing and gasping so hard.

    Note to self. Laughing with a sex toy buried in you, can cause you to
piddle a little from the excruciating ecstasy.

    When we finally managed to control our laughter, not to mention our
heaving panting, both eight-year-olds were looking at us like we'd gone off
the deep end. I can't say I blame them. Apologizing as we wiped mirthful
tears from our eyes, we joined the kids on the air mattresses.

    "Are both of you ready for this?" Carol asked solemnly.

    Melody and Billy both nodded in unison, despite a trace of anxiety in
their equally-solemn expressions.

    "Just remember," I intoned softly, "there's no need to hurry. Take your
time, and don't hesitate to pause, or even stop, if either of you are
uncomfortable. Carol and I are here if you need us, for anything, and we're
both so very, very proud of you both."

    I tenderly kissed each of them, as did Carol, before the two of us
shuffled to either side, leaving open the middle mattress.

    It couldn't have been a more perfect night for Melody and Billy's first
time. A faint, warm early June breeze drifting across our naked
flesh. Gentle lapping came from the softly-glowing pool beside us. The
small forest around the estate stilling the usual noises from the
surrounding neighborhood. Above, tiny stars winking in the clear sky, with
a near-full moon rising above the treetops.

    Most importantly, though, they were surrounded by the love of those
dearest to the heart.

    Inside my mind, my romantic side knelt on the couch, clutching ready
tissues in one hand, and a ready oxygen mask in the other. My reincarnated
mad scientist had actually abandoned her plotting table, to sit on the
couch beside her to watch raptly, too. Leaning on elbows on the couch's
back, my libido was content for the moment to watch along with them. She
was also absently playing with a vial of smelling salts, just in case the
oxygen mask didn't keep my romantic side from surely swooning again.

    Melody laid back on the air mattress and spread her lithe legs. Not
only was the eight-year-old offering her hairless, glistening, virginal
pussy to her boyfriend, but the whole of herself as well.

    Billy knelt carefully between her legs. Just as I'd advised last night,
he shifted so his thighs partly supported Melody's cute butt. His
straining, three inches of boyhood quivered above his girlfriend's
equally-aroused pussy, his eyes shining with love as he gazed reverently
upon her.

    The boy swallowed hard, before half-whispering, "I-I know we only just
met tonight, but . . . I love you, Melody Jeanette Fenstein, and I always
will, forever."

    "And I love you, too," Melody replied in the same heartfelt
half-whisper, "always and forever, William Garfield Langdon."

    Garfield?

    "M-may I?" Billy asked.

    Despite struggling not to anxiously bite her lip, Melody nodded as her
hands sought out Carol and I's hands. Gripping my best friend's hand with a
reassuring squeeze. Glancing at Carol, I could see my own eyes brimming
with joy, reflected in hers.

    Moving slowly, Billy lowered his upper body until his and Melody's
noses were nearly touching. As he did, his hard cock rested on her wet
pussy, making both of them moan hungrily. Supporting himself above her on a
forearm, he reached back between them to grip his boyhood. At the same
time, Melody lifted her legs to cross her ankles loosely atop his tailbone.

    After half a minute of working his boner along her soaked pussy,
getting it nice and slippery, his hips shifted around some, positioning his
cock at her entrance. Then he brought his arm forward to support himself
now on both forearms.

    Though Melody didn't take her eyes from Billy, her hand squeezed mine
in anticipation.

    Ever so slowly, Billy began easing himself into her. While he groaned
lustfully, from the feel of a hot vagina gripping him for the first time,
Melody sighed blissfully. By Melody's soft, but no less sharp inhale, and
my fingers being crushed momentarily, I could tell when the boy's cautious
probing encountered her intact hymen.

    Billy's expression suddenly flashed from one of concentration, to
surprised pleasure, then to horror, as his naked body shuddered in ecstasy.

    Then tears springing to his eyes, Billy hung his head above hers in
shame.

    No one could fault the eight-year-old for cumming so soon, hair-trigger
problem or not.

    "It's okay, Billy," Melody said soothing, before either Carol or I
could react. "It happens a lot to boys, doesn't it guys?"

    When Carol and I agreed, Melody raised her head a bit to kiss Billy's
tear-slick nose. "See? And they know boys."

    "B-but ---"

    "No buts," she smiled, giving his nose an affectionate lick. "I bet any
moment now, cutie, your cock's going to come back harder than ever. Just
you watch and --- Oh," she giggled. "See? Told you so."

    "So, you're not mad at me?"

    "Nuh-uh," Melody rubbed her nose on his.

    From the way his smile blossomed, I had a feeling their nose-rub had a
special meaning between them, like when Melody would gently squeeze my ring
finger with her hand.

    Melody turned her face to look at me and Carol in turn. "Sheila?
Mrs. --- I mean, Carol? Do you think it's better if . . . we break through
quickly, or slowly?"

    "Quickly," Carol and I chimed together, then smiled at each other.

    "Thanks." Turning her attention back to her boyfriend, Melody nodded at
Billy, though her hand gripped mine a little tighter. "Okay, how about when
I squeeze my legs, you," she swallowed, "push hard, 'kay?"

    "Are you sure you want to do it right now, Mel?" her boyfriend asked in
concern. "I mean, we don't have to, if ---"

    "No, I want to! I really, really want to! I'm just nervous that it's
going to hurt, that's all. But Sheila said it won't hurt that long, right?"

    I squeezed her hand reassuringly. "Exactly. Don't worry,
Melody. There'll be some pain, but after a bit, it'll go away, and it'll be
nothing but pleasure from there on in."

    "Okay. I can do this. We can do this." Taking a steeling breath, she
nodded again. "Do it when I tighten my legs, okay?"

    "Right," Billy replied determinedly.

    After Melody began rocking her hips against his slightly, the boy got
the idea, and carefully started easing his cock back and forth in her
vaginal opening. Then Melody started to kiss him in a long, passionate
meeting of the lips.

    A moment after her hand started crushing mine, her slender legs
tightened around his waist.

    Billy thrust his hips hard against her pussy, where he stayed
motionless, mated to her.

    In that heartbeat, both eight-year-olds broke through, passing beyond
the limitations of virginity, into a brand new world.

    Her lips sliding from Billy's, Melody cried out in sheering pain as she
buried her face in her boyfriend's neck. Knowing his cock was the reason
for it, Billy's natural reaction was to start pulling his hips from hers.

    "No," Melody exclaimed in a sob, her scissoring legs clamping harder
around him, trapping him to her trembling body. "D-don't pull out! Don't
. . . ."

    Her hand pulled itself from mine, as did her other one from Carol's
hand, to wrap her arms tightly around the boy's lean chest, fusing their
prepubescent bodies even more tightly together.

    "H-hold me, Billy," Melody whimpered through her tears. "P-please
. . . hold me."

    Billy responded by digging his hands between her and the air mattress,
to pull their bodies impossibly tighter still, as if trying to become one
like their love. Alternating between kissing his crying girlfriend's neck,
ears, and lips, he kept whispering how special she was, and how much he
loved her.

    Meanwhile, Carol and I's reaching hands found each other's, clasping as
we breathlessly watched. Through our grip, we sympathetically shared our
concern, our wonder, and our pride. We too shed tears, but ours were of
boundless gratitude. What we were witnessing, was the miracle that had
birthed from humanity's evolution.

    Love.

    Slowly Melody's sobs lessened to heavy pants, and her tears began to
dry. As her body finally eased its trembling, she began kissing Billy back.

    Very little at first, her hips beneath him began wiggling
slightly. After a bit, Billy's hips started mimicking hers as their kissing
intensified. Like a train slowly building up momentum, their wiggling grew
into rocking. Then Billy's arms eased from beneath her to support himself
on his hands, as his rocking became small thrusts. With Melody's hands on
his back silently encouraging him on, soon their lips parted to lustfully
pant and moan out loud, as he pumped his boyhood in her with fevered
animation.

    "Yes," Melody breathed now in ecstasy, her hips instinctively rocking
to meet the thrusts of her determinedly-humping boyfriend. "I can feel your
cock inside me, Billy. It's so hot and hard. Ooh! That's it! Just like
that! Fuck me, Billy! Make me cum!"

    Akin to a horny greyhound slipping its leash, the sweating boy ramped
up his fevered humping, which in turn intensified Melody's rapturous
cries. Like I'd discovered last night when he'd dry-fucked me in his
underwear, the eight-year-old was a natural-born humper, through and
through. As he desperately pounded his hard cock in her, the redhead bucked
back sobbing in bliss.

    "I'm going to cum," Melody cried, her hands and legs clutching him
tighter. "Harder, Billy! Harder!"

    I can't fathom how, but the boy drove himself even harder and faster
into his girlfriend, his straining grunts becoming near-snarls of savage
passion.

    Melody suddenly released a high-pitched scream, as her petite body
spasming violently beneath Billy's still-humping one. Whether by instinct
or intent, she dragged her fingertips up along his back, causing him to
shiver from the erotic sensation. It was more than enough to shatter the
last of the boy's self-control.

    His trembling hips bucking like a out of control jackhammer, Billy
lifted his face to let out an almost roaring yell as he cummed
himself. This brought on another loud, sobbing cry from Melody, as she
writhed in the throes of a second, back-to-back orgasm.

    Wen their straining prepubescent bodies had finally expended
themselves, the pair collapsed together in each other's arms. Billy had the
presence of mind to shift himself as he crumpled, so to lay down holding
Melody beside her, rather than simply slumping atop her.

    Even as spent as Billy obviously was, he remained a gentleman.

    As the two lay there panting and sweating, Melody tenderly kissed her
lover. "I love you."

    "I love you," Billy returned, rubbing Melody's nose with his.

    My blissful sigh was near-simultaneously echoed by Carol's
own. Glancing at one another, still holding each other's hand, our smiles
couldn't have been more joyfully proud.

    Yeah, everything was definitely perfect in the world tonight.

    "Billy?" Melody asked.

    "Yeah, Mel?"

    "After a quick swim, you want to do it again?"

    "Definitely!"

    The naked eight-year-old pair climbed to their feet, to jump into the
pool illuminated by its interior lights. Moments later, they were engaged
in a water-splash fight, followed by a game of pool tag in the shallow end.

    Carol rolled on her back beside me. "It never ceases to amaze me, how
kids can possess so much energy. I get worn out just looking at them."

    Laying on my side, looking at both her, and behind her at the playing
kids in the pool, I chuckled. "I know what you mean. I'm sixteen, and even
I have trouble sometimes keeping up with them."

    Rolling on her side to face me, she reached over to caress one of my
shallow breasts' puffy nipples with a finger. "Somehow, I don't think you
have that problem in bed, hmm?"

    "You do know," I moaned as my cone-like nipples throbbed beneath her
playful touch, "if you keep teasing me like that, I might have to do
something about it."

    "Oh my," she smiled, stroking my engorged nipple more firmly now. "Am I
being a naughty girl?"

    As she kept teasing my nipple, I wriggled out of the strap-on's red
silk panties. I gasped lustfully as the dildo slipped from my shaved lips,
the cool night air on my soaked cunt further spiking my horniness.

    Carol's hand shifted down to affectionately play with my small triangle
of blonde pubes, aligned above my pussy, and not-so-subtly rubbed my pubic
mound as she did.

    "Very nice," she murmured, sounding like a cat admiring an unattended
warehouse full of catnip.

    "I'm warning you," I lithely pulled the strap-on's panties back on,
stopping at mid-thigh, with the slick, six inch faux erection pointing in
her direction. "Babysitters know how to punish naughty girls like you. Now
behave, or else."

    Behind her in the pool's shallow end, Melody and Billy halted their
playing to turn interested eyes on us. Absently I noted their hands
reaching towards the other's privates beneath the water.

    "I don't want to behave," Carol sassed in a girlish voice.

    Then she rolled on the air mattress to lay with her butt facing me on
her stomach. Looked back over her shoulder at me, with her lustrous raven
hair seductively falling across an eye, she raised her gorgeous derriere up
on her knees.

    "And you can't make me, either," she playfully taunted.

    "Oh I can't, can't I?" I grinned rising to my knees, hitching the
glistening, flesh-coloured dildo into place.

    "No you can't. So you can just kiss . . . my . . . ass," she spread her
kneeling legs, wiggling her derriere.

    Between Carol's perfect ass cheeks, exposed by the black crotchless
near-thong, her shaved pussy literally dripped with eagerness, gaping in a
silent plea.

    Then the ace lawyer childishly stuck out her tongue at me.

    "Oh, that's it," I smirked. "Now you're going to get it!"

    And I meant it.

    Grabbing her shapely hips, in one smooth thrust, I sank the six inch
dildo in her baby-factory to the hilt.

    "Oh god," Carol screamed in ecstasy, clawing at the air mattress,
violently shaking in a sudden climax.

    Giving her a moment to recover, I started pounding away at her
equally-bucking-back pussy. With her so worked up already, to fuck her any
less enthusiastically would just be cruel.

    With a few slaps on her taut ass, coupled with her viciously rubbing
her clit, Carol was switching between begging and demanding for me to fuck
her brains out. I could tell by how her voluptuous body was jerking and
shuddering, she was already teetering at the brink of the big one.

    Shifting my hands on her hips, I ramming her depths with her own sex
toy even harder. Circularly twisting my hips slightly elected a shuddering
gasp from her.

    Then I then drove the dildo home fully, like a bunker-busting missile.

    Carol screamed as her "big Oh" violently exploded.

    Then she screamed even more shrilly, as I turned on the vibrating egg
deep in her ass to full power again.

    Hanging onto her, from the way she was bucking and thrashing, it felt
like I was riding an enraged mustang trying to throw me off. For nearly a
whole minute, the thirty-four-year-old writhed helplessly in the grip of
mindless ecstasy.

    Then, just as suddenly, Carol dropped limp as a rag doll beneath me,
gasping and panting.

    Remaining propped up on an arm, I quickly turned off the vibrating sex
toy deep in her bottom. Easing down to lay atop her sweaty back, however, I
kept the dildo buried in her pussy.

    "Ooooh god," she sighed heavenly. "It's been far, far too long."

    "Really? It's been that long for you?" I inquired curiously, giving the
side of her neck a kiss.

    She nodded against the air mattress. "Since last week."

    When Carol had recovered some, she insisted upon returning the
favour. I replied she didn't have to, if she was too spent from her orgasm.

    In saying that polite response, if my libido could've manifested
herself in the real world, she would've bitch-slapped me into next week.

    Not only did Carol still have the stamina to return the favour, but by
her wolfish grin, I had a feeling I was going to get a taste of my own
medicine.

    Once Carol removed the near-thong and vibrating egg, she slipped into
the strap-on, and ---

    Got to her feet to sashay back into the mansion.

    A minute later she returned to the patio, grinning rather evilly.

    Dangled a black blindfold from her fingers.

    Even my libido gulped nervously.

    "As you so deviously demonstrated," the ace lawyer winked, "half the
fun's in not seeing it coming, right?"

    Oh crap.

    Having me lay on my back on the air mattress, Carol moved one of the
other two mattresses beneath my lower back and hips, curling backwards some
my naked spread ass even as it propped it up.

    "Any famous last words?" she secured the blindfold over my eyes quite
skillfully, now leaving me in a world of blackness.

    I thought for a second. "How about, the road less traveled . . . ."

    "Indeed," Carol purred.

    Blinded, I felt her fingers glide over my drenched, swollen pussy,
before trailing down to wetly tease my asshole.

    "What a delectable choice you've given me, my dear. But then again,
whose to say what I might do, hmm?"

    For a moment, I had a brief thought of Princess. Was this like those
kinky games she loves? Or I should say, lives for? I have to admit, it is
kind of turning me on, not knowing what Carol's going to do, much less what
she's intending.

    Still, it doesn't mean Tammy and I have anything in common. Perish the
very thought!

    Carol's lips then pressed to mine, giving me a fond kiss. Before I
could respond, though, she were gone.

    Softly I heard her bare feet padding on the flagstones, moving around
towards my spread, raised pussy and ass. My nose now picked up the scent of
my heightened arousal. Starting to breath harder, I could still taste the
erotic flavour of Carol's lips on mine. The feel of the night's warm breeze
whispering across my naked, propped up nether regions, made me all the more
aware how exposed and vulnerable I was.

    Long, tense seconds went by, but nothing happened. More seconds passed,
but still nothing.

    This is worse than being alone, because I know I'm not alone. Carol's
still here.

    Somewhere.

    Watching me.

    Preparing to do something.

    Or worse, do nothing.

    It's killing me not knowing. Tension is tightening every fiber of my
quivering being, making me as taut as a violin string.

    I'm actually afraid now.

    Could Carol have abandoned me? No, she wouldn't do that.

    But what if she did?

    The rapidly-growing fear is even worse than the tension now. It's claws
are tearing at me, making me want to freak out, to scream and beg pitifully
for mercy.

    But it won't let me.

    The fear's binding me tighter than any chains could, eating me from the
inside out, consuming my very existence.

    It's been hours now. She's had to have abandoned me, leaving me naked
and scared out of my mind.

    To die here, alone.

    Oh fuck! This is worse than any hell imaginable!

    Suddenly something strong and wet brushed my asshole, making me scream,
and my pussy squirt out a burst of piss in fright.

    A tongue! It's just a tongue, lovingly licking my spread anus.

    My sobs of relief quickly became moans of lust. I'd almost forgot how
good it feels, having a tongue nimbly flicking across my sensitive
poop-shoot. If Carol's hands weren't holding my thighs spread, my squirming
ecstasy would've surely had my legs trying draw her in closer.

    Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, my throbbing pussy and
clit were then tongue-bathed.

    By a separate tongue!

    Before my mind could fully comprehend getting my ass and cunt licked at
the same time, something, or rather someone, was now straddling my head.

    No sooner did I realize that, than a wet, hairless pussy sank down to
rest lightly on my mouth.

    Well, if they were so kind to offer me a snack on this mind-blowing
trip . . . .

    I thrust my tongue deep into the tight cunt.

    Even without the girlish moan escaping around the tongue buried in my
pussy, I knew the mouthwatering taste of Melody's prepubescent pussy
anywhere.

    Then something small, hard, and fleshy slid across the tip of my nose,
and poked my tongue inside Melody's cunt.

    A moment later, Billy started fully doggy-fucking his girlfriend, right
on top of my face.

    The realization of this, filled Melody's mouth with my gushing
girl-cum.

    A pair of hand then gripped the thick cones of my puffy nipples, gently
kneading and squeezing them. By the angle of the hands, it had to be Billy
doing it. What his manipulations might lack in finesse, he more than made
up for with enthusiasm.

    With my sense of sight denied, my other four senses had become more
sensitive to compensate. Thus, it further heightened every sensation I was
experiencing, sending my arousal into trembling overdrive. The way my pussy
was flooding Melody's mouth with my nectar, I don't know how my best friend
wasn't drowning in it.

    As so many things were stimulating me at the same time, when Carol's
tongue left my anus, it wasn't as noticeable as it otherwise would've been.

    But the feel of a dildo's tip suddenly pressing at my asshole I
certainly noticed!

    I had to pause in tonguing Melody's sweet cunt, to concentrate on
relaxing my instinctively-clenching ass. It's been some time since I've had
a visitor knocking at my back door. Still, I could remember how to unlock
and open that door, to allow them in.

    Thankfully Carol was slow and gentle in easing in the heavily lubed,
thickish dildo inside me. Inch by never-ending inch, the fake cock pierced
me deeper, stretching my sensitive orifice. Gasping and moaning in
agonizing bliss, again my baby-hole geysered my juices around Melody's
eager tongue.

    I was torn between wanting the thickish anal intruder pulled out, and
wanting it rammed in me to the hilt.

    While a rectum will yield some, unlike a vagina though, it can't
self-adjust to accommodate visitors. I couldn't have taken the strap-on's
dildo, if I hadn't so loved my father's thick cock deep in my butt, from
the age of six and on, and on occasions nowadays enjoying burying my purple
penetrator in it, too.

    Despite being a little rusty from a lack of recent practice, it was
becoming a little easer for me to accommodate each thick, stretching
inch. Along with Carol's gentle pace, and the huge amount of lube she'd
used, I'd only had two more orgasms, before I felt her hips seated firmly
against my spread ass cheeks.

    While Carol gave me time to adjust to the huge-feeling plastic penis
crammed in my ass, I resumed licking Melody's love-hole, as well as Billy's
little thrusting cock and hairless balls. Seeing as my best friend's
eight-year-old pussy was getting both tongued, and fucked doggy-fashion, it
was little wonder a river of her juices flowed and spurted into my mouth.

    My climaxes were now increasing, coming quicker one after another.

    Then Carol began slowly pumping the hard dildo back and forth in my
bum. It wasn't long before she was pounding my butt, with the same
enthusiasm my father had driving his thick cock in the same hole.

    Here I was, tonguing a prepubescent cunt and cock, as the pair fucked
atop my face. My sensitive puffy nipples were being roughly squeezed and
played with. My pussy was being frenziedly eaten out. My shitter was in
agonizing rapture as it was pounded hard. And all of this was happening at
the same time.

    Blindly experiencing it with heightened senses, it threatened to
overwhelm even a multi-tasking, near-nymphomaniac like myself.

    Then Billy's three inch boner increased its hammering of Melody's
pussy, in a burst of almost savage passion, as he exclaimed he was again
dry-cumming in her baby-hole.

    As Melody spasmed and cried out into my pussy from her own orgasm, she
drenched my blindfolded face and lapping mouth in a flooding spray of hot
girl-cum.

    This was too much for me.

    My "big Oh" violently exploded in my womb and loins, with the force of
a star going supernova.

    I screamed and bucked madly, only kept from thrashing about with the
weight of Melody and Billy laying on top of me. The unfathomable ecstasy
was too intense and all-encompassing, and mercifully I passed out.

    Regaining consciousness at some point later, I blinked my deep blue
eyes, finding the blindfold no longer covered them. Still laying on my back
on the air mattress, I looked up at the twinkling stars above, my pussy
glowing with a pleasant warmth.

    Beside me came the sounds of slurping and moaning.

    Rolling my naked body onto my side, I raked sweat-dampened blonde hair
out of my eyes to see the source clearly.

    On the air mattress next to mine, the three of them were
enthusiastically going at it. Carol was on her back, eating out Melody
sitting on her face. Meanwhile, the redheaded little girl leaning over the
ace lawyer's tits to lustfully kiss Billy, who also was leaning forward, as
he was fucking his own mother missionary-style.

    Well now. I couldn't let them have all the fun, now could I?

    Joining in my second, incestuous-foursome in less than twelve hours,
coincidentally by a swimming pool, I sent another heartfelt thanks to the
universe.

    After another hour or more of frenzied sex, in so many different
combinations that I'd actually lost count of them all, the four of us were
finally spent. Melody and Billy especially so. Although smiling
euphorically, neither could barely rise from the air mattresses, let alone
hope to walk back inside the mansion.

    I effortlessly lifted Melody up to carry her held to my naked chest,
with Carol doing the same with her son Billy. During the walk through the
mansion's spacious halls to Billy's room, the pair sleepily tried to
convince us they weren't that tired. I didn't need to be a babysitter to
know, their mumbled arguments came more out of second nature, than were
seriously intended.

    Once we'd gently placed them in the twin-sized bed, Melody and Billy
snuggled their naked bodies tightly together, even as they were slipping
into sleep. As Carol tucked them in, I retrieved my cell phone from my
discarded clothes in the kitchen, to snap several priceless photos of the
blissfully-cuddling, prepubescent lovers.

    Letting the exhausted pair sleep, Carol and I padded to the kitchen.

    While I nuked a tepid coffee in the microwave, I agreed to let Melody
stay with Carol and Billy through to the following night, as tomorrow was a
Sunday. I'd packed a change of clothes for Melody in her schoolbag, hoping
for this possibility.

    I would've loved to take up Carol's offer to spend the night as well,
but regretfully I had to decline.

    Seeing how I'd told Princess I'd meet to talk with her after
babysitting.

    Reluctantly getting dressed, I was shrugging into the grey vest when
Carol's cell phone rang. A glance at my wristwatch said it was nearly
eleven at night now.

    The still naked, thirty-four-year-old lawyer flipped open her fancy
phone, leaning against the kitchen's island. "Hello?"

    A short pause, then Carol's gorgeous face lit up, like that of a kid on
Christmas morning. Gone was her slight fatigue, her elegant body now fairly
quivering with youthful energy.

    I fought to keep from grinning like an idiot, as her free hand
subconsciously strayed to her shaved pussy.

    "No, I wasn't sleeping yet, Ray," she replied into the phone, and gave
me a playful wink. "In fact, I was about to wish Sheila a good night,
before she heads home. Then I was going to decide if I should slip in some
lingerie for bed, or simply sleep naked as I am."

    Even I heard Ray O'Connell's startled-choke echo from the cell phone,
before his quieter reply.

    "You also sleep naked, too?" she beamed. "Oh my. I wonder what other
intriguing things we might have in common, hmm? Actually, could you hang on
for a second? I just want to wish Sheila a good night. Thanks."

    Stepping up to me, Carol gave me a heartfelt, grateful kiss. "Thank
you, Sheila. For everything."

    "It was a pleasure, Carol, and I do mean a pleasure. On the subject of
you and Ray having things in common, maybe tell him directly from me,
quote, it's nice knowing we're not alone in the world anymore."

    Cocking a curious eyebrow, she simply nodded. I could see in her green
eyes though, she was already beginning to vaguely put two and two
together. It wasn't just her stunning looks and figure, that was behind her
becoming a junior partner in one of Toronto's most prestigious law firms.

    "I will, Sheila. Sweet dreams, dear."

    "You too, Carol," I kissed her, then spoke sternly, loud enough for Ray
to hear. "You two children behave yourselves, okay?"

    "Yes, mother," Carol sassed laughing, which was softly echoed by Ray
from the cell phone.

    With another fond kiss, I slung my knapsack over a shoulder and left,
making sure to set the alarm and lock up with my own key for the
mansion. Hopping in Sister Josephina's twenty-year-old, eggplant-purple
Christ-ler minivan, I headed back for the orphanage.

    Man, what a day!

    In my mind, my reincarnated mad scientist leaned back in her chair,
though she kept nervously chewing on a pencil.

    I've done all I could have. The elements of my revised master plan were
in place, but now the game was beyond my hands. If things were meant to be,
then they would be. If things weren't meant to be . . . then I guess they
wouldn't be. Accepting that made my shoulders feel a lot lighter.

    To think, barely twenty-four hours earlier, I'd had the sense today
would be monumental for Melody, and strangely for myself, too. Well, it had
certainly turned out to be, that's for sure!

    And yet . . . .

    There was still the little matter of finding out exactly what, of all
people, Princess was so desperate to talk about.

    As much as I wasn't looking forward to chatting with my selfish,
twelve-year-old nemesis, my curiosity was piqued. What could be so
important, that Tammy would actually beg for my help?

    Not to mention, being unwilling to say what it is, outside of the
bunker?

    Turning into the drive-thru of a Tim Hortons coffee shop, I needed a
stronger caffeine boost. Maybe a light snack as well, to replenish some of
the major calories I'd burned today, from all the sex alone.

    After all, this crazy day wasn't quite over just yet.