Date: Sun, 17 Jul 2011 08:29:58 -0400
From: Joe Mamma <joemamma619@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jasmyn part IV

NOTE TO READER: This is all my imagination.  Have never done anything like
this.  If you don't want to read about adults having sex with underage
kids...step away from the computer.  Joemamma619@hotmail.com

Jasmyn part IV

Having just been queried if I had videos of middle aged men having sex with
extremely young appearing boys, by an extremely young appearing boy my
thoughts were what a question to ask?...do I have anything with a grown,
middle aged man and a boy who looks like a 12 year old?

As a matter of fact I do.  I'm not willing to show these videos to Chris
however, not yet.  As things go however I do believe that I have hit the
mother lode of sexually charged youngsters however.  This is made only all
the more fantastic in that their mom seems to be 100% in favor of and even
promoting sex acts between me and the kids.

JACKPOT!

I turned to Chris and asked, "You mean something showing a young boy doing
sexy things with a man my age?  I'll have to look, but I'm not so sure I
would show them to you even...I mean that stuff is illegal to own.

"Don't worry," he said "I wouldn't tell anyone about them.  Besides, I know
all about doing this kinda stuff from Jacob, and he's told me that you're a
pretty open minded guy."

I need to have a talk with Jacob...does he know what kind of trouble I
could get into?  It's not like him to be a blabbermouth, especially since
he shares the same tastes I do, so I guess I'll just have to trust that
what's happening is safe...as safe as this stuff gets I suppose.

I also wondered if Jacob and Chris had ever gotten it on.  I know that
Jacob, like me, had a penchant for kids on the verge of full blown puberty.
We had talked about this from time to time and decided that our minds were
just trying to re-create our first sexual experiences. Since we had sex
starting out before age 10, it was `normal' we figured that we would be
attracted to folks of that age.  Since we'd also get it on with boys and
girls it was natural to like both pubescent girls and boys.

Or, we were simply perverted mother-fuckers...we really didn't care.  Not
getting in trouble with Johnny Law was our major concern.  For this reason
I was fairly confident that if Jacob had taken this family into his
confidence I could trust them.

I told Chris that I'd be more than happy to discuss things with him fairly
soon but I really needed to straighten some things out.  Mr. Happy wanted
to be straightened out too.

Chris backed his Ranger out of the driveway.  It struck me that if I were a
policeman seeing him drive; I'd stop and ask for ID no doubt.  He looked
like I did back on the Riley farm when I was first allowed to drive Jacob's
grandfather's '56 Dodge pickup.  I could barely see over the wheel.  The
Ranger was better fitted to Chris's short frame but he still had to crane
his neck to see.

I fired up my '66 Mustang (I have a penchant for old vehicles) I bought the
car from its original owner who had babied it all of its life.  The car had
been completely disassembled, cleaned, patched with metal where needed
(just a few spots...he had hundreds of pictures of the restoration process)
and any part that wasn't pristine was replaced.  I paid a pretty penny for
the car but she was road worthy, reliable and tons of fun to drive.  She
was a real head turner...almost a Fire Engine red.

The `stang had a straight six and a three speed manual on the floor.  It
wasn't a street demon, but it had a Cherry Bomb glasspack muffler that made
her sound great and she also got pretty decent gas mileage.  All this
combined with the looks I got made her a treat to drive.

The development that Chris turned into was one I'd been to before.  I had a
friend that lived back in the area with his wife and twins...a boy and a
girl.  The kids were about 12 and I had watched with interest as they grew
up.  They were perfect for my particular fetish.  Still young and very
attractive kids but they were my friend's children so definitely off
limits.  .

Maybe about 300 yards from the entrance road we took a right turn on Weber
Road and pulled into the driveway of the last house.  Beyond this lay
heavily forested land.

This was an older development, originally inhabited by professionals from
Louisville who wanted a couple of acres close to downtown Louisville that
didn't cost a mint.  Most of these had moved on but the houses were
generally pretty nice with attractively landscaped yards.  This was no
exception.  It appeared to be about 3500 square feet from outside
appearances and a tri-level of a design typical for the mid-1970s.  The
housing bust had made these homes very affordable; I had looked at a couple
myself.

"Nice place" I said to myself.  We parked in the drive the `stang next to
the Ranger and Chris, in that high pitched voice that was becoming
increasingly erotic, now that I'd had a few minutes to myself to think
about his comments, said "come on up this way...it's a little easier than
going through the garage."

The garage, which typical to the fashion of the era's design, was below
what I assumed were some bedrooms on the left side of the house.  I assumed
that it was filled with cars and the usual collection of yard tools and
miscellany.  There was a curved walkway leading from the drive to the front
door.

The house was settled on a very slightly hilly lot, so the walk was gently
upward sloping and there were a couple of steps to climb every ten feet or
so.  Chris was enough ahead of me that I could enjoy the rounded cheeks of
his bubble butt as his gluteal muscles contracted as he walked.  His legs
were tanned, quite muscular and totally devoid of any hair.  He was wearing
mostly white cross-trainers and I could just see the very tops of his ankle
socks.

He opened up the storm door and then the nicely carved wooden front door
and stepped in saying

"Mom...Dr. Dave and me are here!"

We took a couple of steps into the foyer and Chris closed and locked the
doors behind us.

"We're downstairs" I heard Jasmyn's voice call.

We went a bit further down the hall and to the right there was a staircase
going down into what looked to be a family room.

It was tastefully decorated with sturdy but comfortable couches, big single
chairs and a couple of recliners.  It was quite a large room and I would
imagine it would comfortably seat a dozen or more with a few standing
persons should someone have a party there.

There was a nice wet-bar along the distant wall, on the wall to the right
was a large screen flat panel TV mounted to the wall and on either side
were components of a stereo system and hundreds of CDs.

Jasmyn was on the couch seated next to her mother.

I really wish I could adequately describe on paper just how incredibly sexy
this young girl looked.

She was wearing her pajamas which consisted of a Pink Hello Kitty top with
a crew neck and light blue cap shoulder sleeves that barely covered her
shoulders.  The top was straining against her breasts.  I guess the
manufacturer wasn't all that concerned about bust room for jammies intended
for pre-teens.  She was sitting so I couldn't see how long the top was but
I could tell that it would probably fall below her buttocks when she stood.

She was wearing a darker pink pair of shorts that looked like boxer briefs.
They were just above mid thigh and fit her snugly without cutting into the
skin. The outfit was completed by pink sparkly flip-flops that served as
house shoes.

She had obviously just gotten out of the shower.  Her hair was still damp
and combed out well framing her face just perfectly.  The skin of her face
was shiny and pink and she smelled like Johnson's baby lotion.  This was a
particular turn on for me because I've used Johnson's baby lotion for
jack-off lube for a long, long time.

She was fully back into the sofa and her feet were dangling off the floor
by a good bit.  She was bouncing on the cushions slightly and seemed
genuinely pleased that I was there.

"I made mommy drive really fast and I ran upstairs to take a shower...I
usually like baths but I wanted to get finished in time to have my jammies
on when you got here.  Will you give me a bubble bath sometime?"

And here we are questioning the toilet habits of wild bears.

"I'd love to" I answered with a smile "I think that would be a lot of fun,
don't you?"

"Oh yes! I think it would be really nice.  I like to have someone else wash
my back and my hair!"

And rub his soapy hands and fingers over your creamy tanned skin; your 9
year old body with adult size titties was how I finished her statement.

As I watched her muscular legs hanging off the edge of the couch, her
gently kicking them in an absentminded way I started to get hard AGAIN.
Mr.Happy was certainly enjoying the view.

It's the images of tweens in their natural habitat that gets my attention.
I simply can't get enough of watching these young boys and girls, on the
verge of becoming adults, when they interact with their world.

I was looking at a freshly scrubbed and bubbly nine year old in her Hello
Kitty jammies, hair slightly damp, next to her sexy mom on the family room
couch.  It was simply unbelievable that this cutie, with the body of a HOT
well developed 16 year old was so innocently speaking with me, talking
about bath time, when not quite two hours earlier I had her naked in front
of me, my finger plunging in and out of her coochie giving her a series of
orgasms.

This is not to mention the distinct possibility that I would soon be
getting familiar with a 17 year old boy with the body and, if things are
what they appear to be, the sexual development of a 12 year old.

As my grandmother was known to frequently say when perplexed or
stymied... "Well, dog my cats!"

Patsy turned to Jasmyn and told her it was time for her to go to bed.  That
someone would be up in a minute for tuck-in and a story.

Jasmyn actually leaped from the couch, gave her mom a quick peck on the
cheek and ran up the two sets of stairs to what I assumed was her bedroom
located above the garage.

Patsy offered me a glass of juice.  She said

"It seems as if you've freshened up a bit...she's expecting you to tuck her
in.  I must tell you however that there will be no sex tonight between the
two of you...she's had enough stimulation.  There will be plenty of time
for that soon.  If you're half the person Jacob says you are, then I know
you'll be fine with this plan."

I was actually in total agreement.  Back in my tween and early teen days, I
was known as Mr. Smooth...I would seduce my potential partners with all the
aplomb I could muster (being inexperienced...I did what I had seen on the
movies or read in Playboy...I never have been one to rush to "the deed")

"Sure!" I said.  I finished the juice and asked Patsy to show me the way to
Jasmyn's room.

Jasmyn had a spacious but not overly large room.  She had a queen size
canopy bed, very girly.  She had already climbed into bed and was propped
up sort of in the middle.  Her bedspread had a giant Hello Kitty in the
middle with pale pink sheets and pillow cases.

The walls were adorned with Justin Bieber and Miley Cyrus posters as well
as one wall that seemed to be half covered with ribbons and award medals
hanging off of various pegs.

When I mentioned these, Jasmyn said.

"Those are from some of my swim meets and gymnastic meets...I'm pretty good
I guess, but it's kinda hard to do the gymnastics sometimes coz my boobies
get in the way!"  She giggled as she spat the last comment out.

"Are you going to tuck me in and read me a bedtime story?  Chris makes fun
of me and says I'm too old for bedtime stories but I don't care what he
says, I like having someone read to me."

I told her, "I would love to tuck you in and read to you.  And Chris is a
cotton headed ninny muggin".

Jasmyn laughed and said... "You know that movie?"  It's one of my
favorites.  She was referring to a Will Ferrell movie in which he played a
`full size' elf in Santa's workshop.

"Yes I do sweetie...it's very funny and I like to watch it at Christmas
time."

Jasmyn pointed to the nightstand next to her bed.

"My book is in the top drawer"

I pulled open the top drawer and found a copy of one of the Harry Potter
books... Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.  I had never read any of
the books and new nothing about it other than it was about some teenage
wizards and was extremely popular.

I picked up the book, and to my surprise, or maybe not given the events of
the past several hours, underneath it were several sex toys.  Long, thin
vibrators, several very small penis shaped dildos, something that looked
like a finger tip (but not quite...turns out this was a vibrator put out by
the Trojan rubber company)...certainly not the usual findings in the
bedside table of a nine year old...but Jasmyn was anything but typical.

"Oh, I see you've found my toys... Mommy says I absolutely must NOT do any
sexy things tonight that I need some sleep...that tomorrow is another day."



"But Dr. David," she said hesitantly, "I really like you and I want you to
be the first real fuck for me...and I want it really bad."

"Jasmyn," I replied, "Your mom is right...there's plenty of time...besides,
and I want to get to know you better.  A girl's first time is special and
I'm really flattered you want me to be the one...but let's just take it
slow and easy...mmmk?"

"Well, I want you to sleep in my bed tonight...will you do that?" she asked
in such a sweet tone I couldn't possibly turn her down."

"We'll see... scoot over a little bit and I'll sit in bed next to you and
read until you're asleep."

Jasmyn was satisfied with that apparently and she scooted over.  We both
sat up against the pillows which were piled against the headboard...even
little girls seem to have this thing for scads of pillows. I read for a
while, she was on my left side and had snuggled up against me to the point
that the only comfortable position was for me to put my left arm around
her.  As she settled in closer and closer to me, her head was resting on my
chest; her neck was in the crook of my elbow with my arm dangling down over
her chest.

I couldn't help but feel her nipples graze the inside of my forearms...for
heaven sake they were nearly C cups, and they were becoming harder and more
prominent as time went on. So was I.

Jasmyn sighed often, took big deep breaths, and when she wiggled around to
re-settle herself, it was obvious that she was intentionally pushing her
right breast against my chest.

Mr. Happy was at attention in case anything further developed.

"Dr. David...I really like you and I like snuggling with you...I'm kinda
mad that mommy won't let us make love tonight...she says she wants to be
there when it happens."

Mr. Happy was drooling at this prospect.

I read a bit more and Jasmyn started nodding off.  I put the book on the
floor with my right hand, reached over and turned out the light and settled
into a lying position with my new found sexy little friend.  Within moments
she was sleeping soundly and I was horny as hell.

I was able to extricate my arm from under her neck and repositioned myself
on my left side.  There was enough ambient light coming through the window
from some source of outside light.  I was to learn the next day that it was
the landscaping lights from around the pool area in their back yard.

Jasmyn's soft, wavy hair framed her face in such a cute manner and her
pouty lips were slightly parted.  The skin of her tanned face was flawless
and smooth as silk.

Her neckline reminded me of a fashion models, it was that defined and thin.

Her pajama top clung to her breasts like a second skin.  The mounds of her
tits looked so out of place on her thin narrow chest and her puffy nipples
stood out like two large Hershey's kisses atop a very large scoop of ice
cream.

The top followed the curve of her breasts to her flat tummy.  Her pajama
bottoms were snug fitting and the mound of her pubic area was quite
prominent and her clothing was tight enough that there was a deliciously
defined camel toe evident.

Her thighs were muscular and well proportioned.  Although it wasn't very
well lit in the room, I could see that her tan was very even and her legs
devoid of the bumps and bruises so often found in youngsters...the ones
they get from everyday play etc.  Her calves were equally muscular and fit
and they smoothly transitioned to very nicely shaped feet with long slender
toes.

I knew that Patsy had forbidden sexual activity between Jasmyn and me this
evening and I wasn't going to do anything to mess that up...however...as
long as Jasmyn was asleep, and my clothes were on she couldn't really say
we were having sex...right?

Ever so gently and ever so softly I leaned in and smelled Jasmyn's hair.
Freshly shampooed and smelling of strawberry the fragrance was tantalizing.

I leaned in carefully, slowly slowly, and placed my lips against her smooth
forehead and kissed her gently.  I kissed down the bridge of her nose and
on each of her cheeks.

Her lips were still parted slightly and occasionally they would smack
against each other.  I carefully approached her cupid bow lips and pressed
mine against them every so easily.  In her sleep she responded by pursing
her lips a tiny bit.  I couldn't resist but trace her lips with my tongue
and to my pleasant surprise Jasmyn's tongue met mine.

I backed away to see if perhaps she had awakened, but there was no
indication of that at all.  I'm sure that had she opened her eyes and said
`fuck me' there would be no turning back.

I reached up my right hand slowly and caressed her chest.  Her breasts were
nearly a handful, her nipples soon became erect and the point was like a
laser it was so hot against the palm of my hand as I gently massaged the
very firm breast tissue.  I wish I could share with the dear reader a
photograph of these remarkable breasts.

Lowering my hand further I placed it flat against her tummy.  From the
swimming and gymnastics her belly was flat, taught and barely an ounce of
fat at all.  I used the pad of my middle finger and cautiously probed her
navel, thinking she might be ticklish...Jasmyn had moved only every so
slightly, as one might if in a deep sleep...lucky me!

Figuring that a below the clothes grope of her genitals would surely awaken
her, I used my index finger of my right hand to trace out the lines of her
vulva, the creases between labia majora and her inner thighs and then with
great restraint and caution I rubbed up and down the slit in the middle of
her lips.

Her clitoris was a bit more prominent than I would expect of a girl at this
stage of development...I like larger clits anyway and this was a great turn
on.  I gave her clitty a couple of strokes and was, by some unknown force,
able to stop myself.

I caressed her muscular thighs and calves, wondering how flexible she would
be...

Of course, Mr. Happy was straining against my trousers at this point and I
could feel a wet spot the size of my palm.  I had always produced copious
amounts of pre-cum and true to form; Mr. Happy was showing his interest in
the proceedings.

Rolling carefully out of bed, I stood at the bedside and undressed quietly.
I had left the covers pulled away from Jasmyn's pajama clad body and ogling
her from head to toe and back again, with lingering appraisal of her B-C
cups breasts and her prominent camel toe I stroked Mr. Happy rapidly...I
just had to cum!

After less than two minutes of fierce masturbation, I shot my load into my
t-shirt not wishing to leave a mess anywhere.  After wiping my cock off I
slipped back into bed, naked, next to my little vixen and fell into a deep
sleep almost immediately.

I'm not sure exactly how long I was asleep, but I awakened to the sensation
of someone or something touching my thigh.

Having spent countless nights sleeping with my brother, in call rooms at
various hospitals, with various lovers, and by natural proclivity I guess,
I seldom if ever awakened with a start, but rather gradually.  By that I
mean I didn't jerk awake or make much movement of any kind.  It was like my
mind had become fully alert then my body gradually came to life.  So it was
in this case.

I could feel fingers stroking my thighs with feathery touches slowly
approaching my crotch.  I was able to see from the corner of my eye that
Jasmyn was still to my left, sprawled out on her tummy, dead to the world.

I was able to reposition my head ever so slightly to look down my body in
order to see who was in the room with me.

It was a shock of sorts that on his knees beside the bed intently gazing at
my growing cock with a look of lust on his face as his hands approached my
crotch was Chris.

I decided to let things proceed for a while before letting him know that I
was awake.  My horniness for this boy was intense however and I knew that I
wouldn't last long.

His hand by this time was on my erect penis...he traced the length of my
dick with his fingertip and after a couple of up and down movements gently
cupped my sack feeling each of my balls separately.

He placed his fingers around the base of my cock and began to lean in,
mouth open and tongue protruding toward the tip of my pecker.  Mr. Happy
was enjoying this lot!

Chris's tongue touched the end of my cock...it had been dubbed `Mount
Gushmore' by one of my previous lovers as I produced prodigious amounts of
cum.

The sensation was electrifying.  His hot wet slightly rough tongue made
tiny swirls around my glans.  Chris's saliva was practically raining down
and was tricking down the sides of my shaft.

He backed his head away about six inches and in the glow of the outdoor
lights I could see a look of glee and excitement on his face as he opened
his mouth wide and dipped down toward my crotch.

Warm pudding, that's how the inside of Chris's mouth felt.  He must have
had hours of practice as he engulfed my cock almost to the root in one
lunge.  The suction he produced was barely detectable as he withdrew his
head, lips closed ever so gently on my rod.

He raised and lowered his head a few bobs and it was clear to me that I was
in love with this boy, at least his mouth, and that I was going to blow
another load of jizz in short order.

Slowly and deliberately so as not to startle him, I lifted my left hand and
placed it lightly on his head and stroked his hair.  This caused him to
withdraw and jump up with a start...so much for that!

"I'm sorry Dr. David!" he squeaked "I don't know what got into me!  Don't
tell mom!"

By the tone of his voice it seemed as if he were going to cry. He stood
there frozen in place, too scared to move.

"Of course not Chris!" I wouldn't want you to get into trouble. "Besides,
what you were doing felt great and I'd really like for you to continue."

I could see now that Chris was as naked as I.  His cock was about 4.5
inches long; about ¾" or maybe a little more in diameter and fully erect
pulsating with his rapid heart beat. His balls were the size of peanut M&Ms
and were hanging oh so slightly in his smooth scrotal sac.  He was standing
sideways so I could see the perfectly rounded globes of his ass cheeks and
long well muscled legs.  What I could NOT see however was one wisp of hair.

I reached out my hand for his.  He took my hand and moved up closer to the
end of the bed.  I pulled him into me and he tumbled into the bed on top of
me the skin of his smooth naked chest slapping against my slightly furry
one.

He looked so damned cute...beautiful even, and as he lifted his head a
little to look at me. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face
toward mine.  I kissed him full on the lips, mashing his face against mine
in a very firm kiss.

I needn't have worried about him being repulsed it turned out.  Chris
melted into my body, opened his mouth and we began a minute long tongue
duel and fluid exchange.  I relaxed my grip, he pulled away and whispered
loudly as he kissed and tongued his way down my chest, down the center of
my abdomen and toward my crotch.

"I want you to cum in my mouth!"

Mr. Happy wanted me to tell him that he was happy to oblige.

Without hesitation Chris grasped my cock and immediately plunged his open
mouth down to the short and curlys at the base of my rigid shaft.

He bobbed up and down all the while swirling his tongue round and round.
Someone had instructed this boy right in the ways of cock sucking because
the suction he applied was perfect.

By now, he had straddled my legs and placed his hands on my hips.  He
massaged first at the sides of my waist and proceeding lower and further
back it was obvious that his intended goal was to massage my buttocks...I
lifted my hips slightly off of the bed and was correct in my assumption.

He snaked the palms of his hands to the point where he could grasp my ass
cheeks and give them a good workout.

He approached my asshole with his fingertips and both of his middle fingers
met at my anal star about the same time.  The ass massage was great
accompanied by his fingertips alternating a gentle probing pressure with a
sideways pull on my pucker.

Having been the recipient of anal sex since about age ten, it wasn't much
work at all for my asshole to open up...

This boy was going to finger fuck my ass as he sucked me off!

"Cool" I thought

 I heard him ask me to lift up a bit and I obliged.  He took his right
middle finger and I heard him slurp and then he put the slobbery digit
against my hole and wiggled it in to the last knuckle.

He resumed sucking on my rod and within a minute I was ready to blow.

By now, I figured that Chris was accustomed to sucking off men and knew
what he was getting into.  With this in mind I did not tell him that I was
about to blast off and when my nuts tightened in my sack and Mr. Happy
began to pulsate, Chris continued his sucking and bobbing and probing.

The finger he had in my ass began to press on my prostate only seconds
before the first jet of cum blew out of my cock.  I'm sure that first
volley hit the back of his throat but to my pleasant surprise, he did not
choke, he just buried my cock to the hilt.

As I continued to spew cum I could feel the muscles of Chris's throat
contract rhythmically as he swallowed every drop.

After the spasms of my cum were over, he applied just a bit more suction
and slowly withdrew his mouth from my dick.  I watched as he gave one
deeper gulp and looked up at me.

I reached for him, he fell on top of me and we kissed deeply.

"That, my boy, was wonderful." I whispered into his left ear "but next
time, save my cum so we can kiss and share it."

He looked up, smiled and said... "Jacob told me you liked that, but I
wanted the first taste all to myself."

In that position, with the 95 pound 17 year old on top of me, we drifted
back off to sleep.



Sometime later, I awoke to the sounds of Jasmyn saying

"No fair...Dr. David was supposed to make love to ME first!"

It wasn't quite a voice of anguish or despair or even anger...frustration
maybe, but not at all a `I'm pissed at you' tone.

She was sitting up in bed, propped on her right arm facing me and Chris,
who had slid down beside me during the night and was cuddled up against my
left side...naked as a jaybird exactly like he was when we dozed off.

Chris awakened almost immediately after Jasmyn's cry and groggily told his
little sister.

"Chill Jas...I just gave him a blow job...he didn't fuck me or anything.  I
heard from mom that YOU didn't do anything at all to make him feel good
last night!"



Well, that's certainly true I thought, unless you count allowing me to see
a nine year old with the body of a young woman naked, stick my finger in
her twat, tickle her cunt to orgasm, lick up the juices and cum in my pants
like a geyser...no, she really didn't do anything to me to make me feel
good.  The fact that just this alone would provide masturbatory fantasy
fodder for the next decade at least was not lost on me.

That seemed to satisfy Jas for the moment and she hopped out of bed and
headed to the bathroom which was off of her bedroom.  I heard the sound of
piss splashing in the toilet, then the flush and the sound of Jas washing
her hands.

By now, Chris had rolled over on his back and was didn't make any effort to
cover up when his sister entered the room.  Jas clambered on the beds on
her hands and knees, with that precious little ass in the air and scooted
over to where her knees were just about touching Chris's hips.

She looked at Chris's midsection, reached out and picked up his flaccid but
awakening cock.  In short order it was as hard as is was last night.

"Oh Chris," she said with a note of genuine sadness... "Those haven't made
you get dick hair yet!"

"I know sis..." Chris responded.  "The doc says it may take a while, but I
think I'm hornier than before and I'm pretty sure I'm shooting a bit more
when I cum...at least is seems that way."

I just watched and listened.  This exchange about pubic hair and cumming,
coupled with Jasmyn's fondling of Chris's penis was about as matter of fact
as if one had said to the other `pass the cornflakes' and gotten the reply
`here ya go!'.

Chris had lifted his upper body on his elbows and was propped up watching
Jasmyn play with his stiff rod.

Jasmyn had obviously done this numerous times as she was quite practiced at
the up and down stroking of this boy's stiff uncut cock.  With the thumb
and first two fingers of her right hand she stroked him off and with the
index finger of her left hand she stroked his balls.

Chris let his head fall back and he let out a sigh... "Oh Jas...that feels
so nice"

About that time Jasmyn leaned her face over her brother's dick and I saw a
stream of spit/dribble come out of her mouth and land on her brother's
engorged member.  She smeared it on his cock and was now using the spit as
a lubricant on her brother's slim, cute cock.  She kept her strokes slow
and steady and Chris's pleasure was obvious.

I was getting so turned on at this time and I said.

"Jasmyn, don't you think it's a bit unfair that you are the only one with
clothes on?"

As if a light bulb went on in her head she straightened up and said `oh
yeah', and in a flash her top was off exposing those creamy breasts with
the puffy nipple.  A mountain on a mound is how I've heard it described...I
rather thought of it as a Hershey's Kiss on a large scoop of ice cream.
Either way it was incredibly sexy.  Her tan looked even deeper than in the
office (darn those fluorescent lights) which made the whiteness of her
breasts even more of a contrast.  She stood up in the middle of the bed and
stripped out of her pajama shorts and underwear in a half second.  She was
wearing Strawberry Shortcake panties...I thought they had gone out of
style!

Her vulva and ass were also creamy white and un-tanned, like her breasts.
By the tan lines it was obvious that her suit was fairly modest.

I could see the tiny tuft of pubic hair at the top of her slit.  Her clit
was poking out just a bit and her little lips were engorged and dusky pink.
There was just the tiniest bit of moisture obvious on her inner thighs.
Clearly she was in a "sexy" mood.

She plopped down next to her brother, re-assuming her previous location,
and again grasped his still turgid cock.  She gave it a few strokes and
then bent over and took the first half of his 4.5 inch dick in her mouth.
I saw her cheeks cave in a little bit as she was applying suction and I
could tell by watching her, and by listening to Chris's moans of pleasure,
that she was swirling her tongue around and around the tip of his member.

After thirty seconds or so of this she commenced bobbing up and down on her
brother's dick rubbing her hands up and down his torso.  I would say that
she took him in all the way to his pubes, but he didn't have any.
Occasionally she would stop what she was doing and move up and suck one or
the other of his nipples for a few seconds but she would always dive right
back in to her oral administrations to Chris's cock.

I saw his balls retract slightly, his breathing got heaver, his flat tummy
started to contract and he cried,

"UGGH!!! I'm CUMMING JAS!"

I thought this might be a cue from brother to sister for her to back away,
but Chris's ejaculatory fluids were completely captured by Jasmyn's mouth.
She rested her mouth at the base of his cock until his orgasmic spasms
ceased.  Slowly, and with her cheeks dimpled in by the suction of her
mouth, she withdrew her mouth from Chris's male member.  She sat back and
then straddled his tummy and leaned over as if to kiss him.

Chris smiled big, opened his mouth widely and Jasmyn let go the cum that
she had collected in her mouth.  It was watery and of course mixed with her
saliva.  Chris closed his mouth for a moment then swallowed it down.

Jasmyn said "I think you're right Chris...compared to last week that was
way more cum juice."

Well, Dog my Cats!

"Ahem", we heard a sound coming from the bedroom door.

We all looked up, me with Mr. Happy standing at the ready, Chris on his
back with his still turgid cock shiny from Jasmyn's saliva, Jasmyn sitting
back on her heels, naked as a jaybird with her B-C cup breasts and her
Hershey's kiss nipples standing proud.

Patsy was standing there with a shit eating grin on her face, also naked as
the day she was born leaning against the door jamb.  Her firm breasts were
squished up against her chest by her folded arms, the `V' of her naked
crotch made prominent by the fact that her right leg was stiff and straight
and her left ankle was crossed a bit over her right.

"Hi Mom!" the kids cried in unison.  "We're really glad you found
Dr. David...we're having so much fun with him."

Patsy just grinned and said... "Well, after breakfast, we'll see how much
more fun we can have." And turned and walked away.

It was only the fact that Patsy had sought me out, had practically forced
me to masturbate her daughter and have sex with her, and had invited me
over to her house with the promise that I would have the honor of
deflowering Jasmyn that kept me from panic mode.

I got out of bed and searched out my underwear to put them on.  Chris said
at once.

"You don't have to get dressed unless you want to...we go naked in the
house nearly all the time.  I don't know why mom makes us wear bathing
suits when we're outside at the pool because we have a pretty high fence,
but she does.  I don't tan all that well, but I know that Jas would like to
get an all-over tan, even though I think the tan lines are very sexy."

Well, when Rome...I dropped my shorts back on the floor and followed the
kids out of Jasmyn's room and downstairs to the kitchen.

The circuitous staircases kept the aroma of cooking bacon and brewing
coffee from making it all the way to the upper level.  At the bottom of the
first flight of steps I was met with enticing smells...bacon frying,
something with cinnamon baking, coffee brewing and fresh citrus.

The plates and silverware were put out and the meal was served buffet
style.  We each helped ourselves to scrambled eggs, the aforementioned
bacon, and cinnamon rolls fresh from the oven.

The table had on it glasses and a large pitcher of orange juice and one of
milk.  We all sat down together.  I poured myself a glass of juice and a
cup of coffee, Patsy did the same.  Chris and Jasmyn poured themselves milk
and juice.

I was about to comment on the wisdom of frying bacon in the nude when Patsy
said...

"I wasn't nude when I fried the bacon...I have a big apron that I wear when
I cook"

I had to chuckle and admit to what I was thinking.  I couldn't keep from
staring at her creamy slightly freckled chest and her C cup breasts with
dark areolae and nipples...there wasn't a blemish to be found.

Patsy was to my right, Chris to my left and Jasmyn straight across from me.
We ate our breakfast making small talk about the day ahead.

Jasmyn piped up "it was nice sleeping with Dr. David last night...he is a
good reader and is fun to cuddle up with...he's a gentleman too, he didn't
play with my boobies or stare at me like men usually do."

The table was longer than it was narrow and after a couple of minutes I
felt something creeping up my legs.  I knew by the subtle movements Jas was
making that is was her foot sliding up my inner calf.  I spread my legs a
little bit and she was able to get her foot just above my knee.  As a joke,
I quickly shut my legs trapping her foot between my knees, causing her to
shriek...

"Caught ya!" I exclaimed causing her to giggle like the little girl she
was.

Both Chris and Patsy were immediately aware of what Jasmyn was up to and
shared in the laughs.

We finished breakfast and cleaned up the kitchen.  I washed, Jasmyn stood
on a little stool and dried, Chris put away and Patsy went upstairs to the
bedroom area.

We were finished in next to no time...Jasmyn and Chris chattering away
about being home schooled, the tribulations of being different to the
others in their classes at public schools and how they were eventually
forced out of the regular school system.

I asked about their sports and other activities and they answered that
there was a league, of sorts, that had been developed for home schooled
kids.  Apparently Indiana has one of the highest rates of kids being home
schooled in the nation and there exists quite a network of parents, tired
of the poor services rendered by the public schools, took things into their
own hands and have forged strong alliances between themselves.

The kids were educating me.  Some parents had strong backgrounds in one
area or another and they would host special sessions, overnighters, field
trips, campouts, retreats or what have you.  About 20 kids would get
together and study, do experiments and have classroom time devoted to that
particular subject.  This gave the kids a better edge on topics where mom
or dad wasn't strong to learn as well as to socialize with kids their own
age.

That the system worked very well was supported by the fact that many of the
home schooled kids were accepted, some with full scholarships, to some
really good colleges.

They also had a strong sports program.  For example, Jasmyn's gymnastics
instructor home schooled her children and she was a collegiate level
gymnast who had been an alternate for the US Olympic gymnastics team two
consecutive Olympics.  Her swimming coach was similarly talented.  Chris's
soccer coach was on the Brazilian Olympics team in the late `80s.

I was impressed by the level of sophistication of this home school process.
I had always assumed it primarily consisted of whack-job parents or Hippies
or some other counter culture people. This was very impressive.

Both Chris and Jasmyn had apparently completed material two grades ahead of
other kids their ages and had passed competency tests given by the state
that supported their educational progress.  I was impressed, and given
these two sexy as hell kid's particular circumstances I could see where
mainstreaming them would be problematic.

Jasmyn had left to join her mom and Chris and I took the garbage out to the
larger cans in the garage.  Being naked around this 17 year old
prepubescent kid was taking its toll on Mr. Happy and my libido.

"Chris, about last night" I started to say.

"YEAH!" he said with a sparkle in his eyes and a smile... "Sucking you off
was sick! (Taken aback, I was soon to learn that to today's kids... `Sick'
has the same meaning as `radical' did when I was a young teen...it meant `a
most enjoyable experience' or something like that)

"Well," I stammered, "what I meant was I find you incredibly hot but I
wasn't expecting anything like that to happen.  I mean, you have to admit
that it's not everyday a family invites a stranger into their home for
involvement in sex ... sex with the whole family!"

He answered, "I hear ya...it must be weird, but Jacob said you'd be chill
with it... `Chill' meaning `ok'.

Note to self...find Jacob and ask him just what the hell was going on...but
AFTER I fuck Jasmyn.

We went back into the house, Chris leading the way.  His thin but muscular
legs leading up to his tight bubble ass was so damned erotic.  He was well
toned, being a soccer player, and had a `V' shaped torso (of sorts, he had
yet to fill out...but he was gonna be one smokin' hot male specimen soon
enough"

The fact that he was devoid of all body hair save for very fine blonde
sprouts on his thighs and lower legs made it all the more enticing for me.
I stayed back a few more steps than usual in following him, primarily so I
could admire his entire sexy body.

Mr. Happy was expressing his opinion quite noticeably...having lifted his
head up for a good look.  I followed Chris through the kitchen and down
into the family room area where we both had a seat on the sofa.

We had put a blanket down on the seat cushions so as not to mark the
micro-fiber upholstery and I settled back into the couch.  Chris scooted
over to me and leaned his head on my shoulder.  I placed my left arm over
his shoulders and lightly drew him to me.

He turned slightly toward me and reached up and kissed my cheek.

"Dr. David" he began, "I know you just met us...but I hope that you will be
our friend for a long time.  Mom needs a boyfriend, Jas needs someone who
understands, and I need a man who likes boys like me because I'm really
more attracted to guys your age."

Was this kid trying to convince me that I should stay?  I mean, a team of
wild horses couldn't drag me away from here.

"Chris, I don't know about forever or anything like that, but as long as
you guys are willing to have me hang around, I'm willing to do just that.
I have no family in the area, I've been living alone for years, and to tell
the truth, you, your mom and sister, have answered all the sexual fantasies
I have had.  Not since I was 18 or so have I done anything of a sexual
nature with a boy who looks like you or with a nine year old...and you know
that Jas is not a typical nine year old just like you're not a typical 17
year old."

"Does that mean you'll stick around?" he said, his voice cracking and
squeaking a bit, "I mean we've really been hoping to find someone who
understood...Jacob said you would."



Jacob again...I've GOT to talk to that man! And I was wondering why Jacob
hadn't taken advantage of all this sexiness.  I would find out...boy would
I find out!

While talking, Chris had, in an almost absentminded manner, grasped my dick
and was stroking it up and down.  This was weird because it wasn't as if he
were trying to jack me off, it was more in a manner like someone would
unconsciously pat someone on the thigh or rub against their skin.  It had
an unsettling nature to it but I have to admit I was turned on like crazy.

Chris's dick was sticking out from his groin like an iron rod.  It was the
picture of pubescent perfection and there was a solitary drop of clear
fluid peaking out of the end of his urethra.

I pushed him away; much to his chagrin...he began to protest... "Did I do
something wrong?"  He asked with a level of trepidation in his voice.

He soon knew that I was anything but mad when I pushed him further on his
back on the sofa, turned toward him, took his right leg in my hand and
placed his foot on the back of the sofa and scooted down a bit so I could
take his cock in my mouth.

I looked at his luscious stalk, with the small blue veins just apparent on
the surface, his hairless nut sack with the grape sized orbs within.  There
was just enough dangle to his balls to tell me that testosterone was
beginning to have its affect on his body.  Soon there would be leg,
underarm and pubic hair and an enlarged dick...but for now...pubescent
delight!

I dropped down on my knees in front of the couch and leaned in basking in
the aroma of boy balls and boy ass.  Not dirty, not nasty, nothing but pure
boy a few hours away from a shower but with no hot sweaty activity in the
intervening time.

I took his cock in my left hand, between my thumb and index and middle
fingers and held it straight up in the air.  As I examined his crotch very
closely I could see the very hint of the beginnings of pubic hair. The
blond fuzz that appeared on pubescent pudenda was increasing ever so
slightly in density and maybe six or seven of those blonde beauties were
taking on a darker hue...to a very light brown.  I was going to enjoy this
boy immensely over the next several months... that is if he allowed me to.
By all present indicators he would only be too happy to indulge my
perversity.

His scrotum was relaxed, allowing his grape size nuts to dangle, the left
one a bit lower than the right.  With the first two fingers of my right
hand I lifted them up a bit to judge their weight and indulge my sexual
fantasies.

I shifted position on the couch and grabbed both of his ankles and pushed
on his legs until his bent knees were at his shoulders.  Grasping his feet
in my hands I spread his legs a bit until I had a full view of his anal
pucker.

It was still pink, not dark at all, and was bald as an egg.  It winked at
me a couple of times as I marvelled at its beauty.

I had Chris grasp his legs behind his knees and scooted even further down
so as to get my face as close to this sensuous platter as possible.
Placing my right hand palm up under his buttocks and gently pushing his
turgid stick downward I opened my mouth and engulfed his sex...balls and
all in one quick motion.

My mouth was watering profusely and his cock and balls were rapidly bathed
in hot saliva.  His cock was about as big around as a hotdog so I was able
to swirl my tongue around it with ease.  I bathed his organs in my mouth
for a moment then, releasing his balls from the captivity of my mouth, I
applied oh so gentle suction to his dick and slowly slowly withdrew my head
tightening the grip of my lips on his staff.

I heard him groaning and he was wiggling his ass around on my palm.  I
extended my middle finger, like the horn on a saddle, and feeling this
spike he continued his writhing until his anal pucker was right above my
finger tip.

I applied very gentle pressure on his anal area and allowed a gob of saliva
to escape my mouth and drip down to his asshole.

I used the tip of my middle finger to gently massage his pucker making
circles around it without penetrating his boy pussy.  He commenced
whimpering at this point and made thrusting motions with his bottom as if
to force my digit into his ass.

Opening my mouth to release his hard cock I kissed down the under surface
of it to land at the juncture of his dick and scrotum.  Using my tongue
like a kitten would lap milk I licked it in its entirety.  Then using my
tongue's flat surface I did some power licking of his entire ball sack
feeling the orbs of his testicles sliding around between my tongue and his
body.

Lowering my sites, so to speak, I backed away from his pelvic area a bit to
gaze at his pink star.  It was still winking at me, and at times it would
open just a bit to permit me a view of the first inch or so of the inner
lining.  It was clean as a whistle and smelled of pure boy.

I pressed my mouth against his anus and puckered my lips around his anal
pucker.  I sucked on it for all I was worth all the while plunging my
tongue in and around the pink flesh.

Chris was going wild, his hips bucking on the couch, his hands grasping my
head and forcing it towards his ass.

I continued my oral administrations to his anal area removing my mouth from
his orifice from time to time to take a good lick at his inner thighs, the
area closest to his scrotum and anus.

Returning to suck his cock once more, I heard him moan in ecstasy.  He was
talking to me in a loud whisper...

"Fuck me...fuck my ass...FUCK ME!  PLEASE!"

I took my hands and grasped his hips and moved him closer to the edge of
the couch...I was on my knees and as fate would have it I was at just about
the right level to skewer his butt with Mr. Happy.

I knew that his ass was well primed with my saliva, I spat in my hand and
wiped it on the head of my cock and as I was placing it at his asshole a
chorus of...

"Not so fast buster...don't you DARE fuck Chris!"

Chris and I both jumped and turned toward the sound of the voices.  It was
Patsy and Jasmyn, both of them standing on the stairs leading from the main
level of the house to the family room.  They both had their hands on their
hips and were grinning and shaking their heads `no' in our general
direction.

Jasmyn stomped playfully over to the couch, grabbed me by my hand and
pulled me away.

"You're not fucking anyone else around here until you do me!  Is that
understood Mister?" She said in a mock stern voice, and then she giggled
like the nine year old she was.

Patsy had a life like vibrator in her hand and tossed it to Chris who
promptly licked it and inserted it into his ass with a "Thanks Mom!"

Patsy said... "I could hear the moans coming from down here and I figured
what was going on.  I brought Chris a toy to play with, but we're very
serious that Jasmyn be deflowered today, before anyone else gets
fucked...and that includes ME damnit...so we're going to have to get moving
on this!"

I'm not so sure, but I think that it's fair to say that I was in an
extremely unusual spot here...I'd been caught about to bugger a 17 year old
boy who appeared 12, on his mother's couch, and was stopped from doing so
because I was expected to make love to this same woman's nine year old
daughter who despite being short looked 16, and do it quickly.

"Yep" I told myself...that about sums it up.

I stood up and along with Patsy and Jasmyn watched Chris fuck himself with
the vibrator.  He was jacking off with his right hand and ploughing his own
ass with the vibrator with his left.  In short order he came with a small
spurt of slightly milky cum that shot up to his nipples.

"May I?" I asked...and without waiting for a response I leaned over and
licked the cum off his chest.  For good measure I licked his nipples and
sucked his cock for a moment too not wishing to waste a single drop.

"If you two are through, it's time to get going on our day." Patsy said in
a cheerful tone.

How in the world did I get so lucky to be introduced to a woman who
obviously enjoys sex, not only with adults, but also with her children?  I
know, I know...the yet to be seen Jacob!



Patsy shoo-ed Jasmyn upstairs to get dressed to go out and she turned to
Chris and gave him his instructions to make sure his room was straightened
up and that he started on his lessons for the day.  He was studying weather
cycles or something like that.

I retrieved my clothes from Jasmyn's room.  I could hear activity in her
bathroom but I didn't peek in.  My clothes were wrinkled but wearable.  I
went back downstairs and took a self guided tour of the house.  Nice
furniture but not extravagant, tastefully decorated with quality but not
expensive framed artwork and various knick-knacks.  All in all a
comfortable, liveable home appropriate for the area.

Patsy came downstairs first... "Jas is nervous" she whispered when she got
within earshot.  "She's worried her clothes don't look good."

Jasmyn came in the room a half minute later.  She was attired like a
typical little girl going out for an afternoon of shopping.  She had on
light yellow tiered top and white Capri's and a few bangle bracelets.  Her
woman sized breasts pushed against the elasticized bust area of the top,
and despite the athletic bra she wore her nipples were clearly outlined.
As she twirled around to show off her outfit her bubble was accentuated by
the just a little bit too small for her ass pants.

She was wearing pale yellow canvas shoes that had a few `bedazzled' shiny
things on them (I don't know what to call them exactly) they were the
perfect accent to her muscular tanned thighs and calves.  Her outfit was
topped off by a small Vera Bradley purse and a yellow Hello Kitty baseball
type cap was perched jauntily on her head.

If I had a spoon I would have eaten her on the spot.

I told her she looked wonderful, which she did, and that the day was hers
to plan.  She wanted to go to the mall to do some shopping and of course I
agreed.  Anything to spend time with this sexy child.

We said our goodbyes to Patsy and Chris and hopped into my car.  Before I
got in, Patsy stopped me and said.

"You know I trust you completely... and I want you to have a good time.
But I also trust you to do nothing sexual with her until later this
afternoon.  I want to be there when she loses her cherry."

Feeling as if I were in a dream, I nodded my head in understanding, got in
my car and started it up.

We made the short trip to my place so I could change into fresh clothes.
Jasmyn followed me to my bedroom and watched as I undressed.  To say that I
had completely lost all decorum and sense of propriety wasn't quite true. I
still felt a bit uneasy getting naked in front of her.  However, the facts
that a) she had watched her brother give me a blowjob; b) given her brother
a hummer while I watched; c) witnessed me fucking her mother; d) blowing
her brother and almost plunge my cock into his boy pussy I figured that the
little tyke could be present while I undressed.

I ran a wet washcloth over my face a couple of times, brushed my teeth
again, applied some deodorant and cologne and walked back into my bedroom
from the attached bath.

Jasmyn had picked me out a shirt...light purple Polo, and a pair of khaki
pants.  I didn't mind her making herself at home.  I figured, what the
heck, I'm gonna fuck her soon...she's allowed!

I got dressed, combed my hair and looked to her for approval.

She adjusted my shirt some...said I tucked it in too tightly...and took my
right hand in her left and pulled me out of the room.

"We need to get going," she admonished in the way only a nine year old girl
can do.  "I want to get to know the man who is going to take my cherry a
little better."

Is there any argument for that statement?  I think not!

We hopped back into the car and backed out of the drive.  There was a
little bit of discussion about taking my Sportster.

"I liked the motorcycle ride to Gatti-land!" Jasmyn exclaimed.

"I bet you did" I answered back.  "I think the entire ride was one long
orgasm for you."

Jasmyn blushed sweetly and admitted to the truth of that statement.  I
reminded her that her mom had warned us about no sexual activity this
afternoon.  I told Jas that I don't think I could hold to that promise if
she and I were alone and whatever force she exuded when turned on was upon
me.  I knew that the specially made seat would have her pussy humming in
short order and I would respond by finding the first opportunity to make
love to this angel.

We drove over the bridge to Louisville and went to Oxmoor Center, an upper
end mall with one clothing store after another geared toward tweens and
teens and countless jewellery kiosks dispensing the shiny things that young
ladies love to use to adorn their bodies.  We purchased a few small items,
a couple of bracelets which she immediately wore, a t-shirt imprinted with
the slogan "My dad is wrapped around my little finger" and a cartoon tween
with her hand extended with a cartoon `dad' clinging on for dear life.

I waited in the store while she went into the dressing room to try this on.
I obviously wanted to assist, but figured that this would be a terrible
idea.

Jasmyn held my hand most of the time that we were walking.  Her hot body
with its nine year old size and adult breasts and ass drew stares.  She
called me daddy a lot, (she told me she would and I gave her the
okay...this only added to the excitement and fantasy) so anyone who heard
would think we were father and daughter on a routine trip to the mall.

I would be hard pressed to tell you which type stare we got the most.  Was
it the ones from the older women who looked at Jas then glared at me with
the (correct) assumption that I was a perverted middle aged man?  Or maybe
it was the thirty year old and up men who first looked at Jas with their
open mouths and tongues hanging out ever so briefly, then at me with a look
of pure envy?

Then perhaps it was the teen boys who took one look at Jas and sprouted
wood?  There were more than a few groups of boys who passed us by several
times.  Over the course of the morning, and especially as we sat in the
food court for a snack, I recognized the same boys passing us by and trying
so hard not to stare.  More than one of them had their hands in their pants
both to try and hide their hard cocks and the accompanying tented shorts,
or to play pocket pool with the same rigid member.

Jas seemed to be oblivious to the goings on around us.  She chattered away
about this and that in that rapid fire speech pattern that only tween girls
seem to be able to carry out.

At the food court we sat down and had a Coke and soft pretzels with
mustard.  Jas was sitting to my left and had positioned her chair very
close to mine.  She had placed the shopping bag in a position that it
rested primarily on my lap.

I was wondering why she had done this and then, acting as if she was
burrowing in the bag for something, she massaged my crotch.

Not wishing to draw attention to us (at least more than was already being
directed our way) I acted as if I were holding the top of the bag open and
whispered.

"Jas...you gotta quit that!"

She grinned and said "Gotcha!" and gave Mr. Happy one more squeeze before
withdrawing her hand.

We had to sit there a few minutes before Mr. Happy went back to his usual
position, that is usual before Jasmyn, and I could stand up without having
a huge tent in my pants.

We finished up the Mall tour and decided to go for a ride to one of the
parks along the Louisville side of the Ohio River.  Louisville had
developed a nice waterfront with benches, restaurants, walking and biking
paths taking the place of old abandoned warehouses and empty weeded lots
that were present in my childhood.  It was a pleasant afternoon with a mild
breeze.

We walked along the various paths for a while, her holding my hand and
swinging our arms back and forth.  There weren't a lot of people out at
this time, but a couple of men I just knew were there to spy on the tweens
(I'd been there for the same purpose myself) were ogling my little vixen
and giving me open looks of combined contempt and jealousy.

"Daddy," Jasmyn said, catching me off guard as I figured that was just
`Mall talk' "I really like you.  You're easy to be with and talk to and you
treat me like a little girl not a bimbo.  Mom had a boyfriend not long ago
who didn't want to do anything but touch my boobies when Mom was in another
room. She got rid of him pretty fast for that.  Dr. K had told her that I
would have to have sex soon in order to help settle me down, but Mom wanted
it to be someone special who would be good for all of us."

24 hours ago I would laugh in your face if you told me I would be having
this conversation...

"Well sweetie," I replied "I'm glad you chose me but I have to tell you
that this is one weird situation...but weird in a fantastic way!"

She grinned ear to ear at that.

We sat on one of the benches that looked out over the river and watched
boats of various types and barges go by.  I had my right arm on the back of
the bench and partially draped over Jasmyn's shoulder.  She had her neck
leaning into my chest and her left hand lightly resting on my right thigh.

We sat like that for a few minutes and she asked me what is was about her
that I liked...

My initial thought was to answer her directly with "Well, you see Jas, I'm
have a particular fetish which is that young kids who are just entering
puberty, with small breast buds, barely curving bodies and almost no hair
on their pussies turn me on more than anything.  I like the idea that
they've never been touched and are willing to try anything as long as it
feels good.  I want to suck on their tits and touch them all over, to eat
their naked pussies and tongue their assholes then stick my cock into them
and pound away while they cum over and over again."

What I said was "I think you're beautiful and special.  It's a real turn on
for me to know that you like me back.  It's also a turn on that you are
into having fun with sex like you do.  I think you're smart, funny and I
enjoy spending time with you just doing regular things."



"Right answer!" she replied... "Now let's go make love!"

Who could disagree with that plan?

We found the car, climbed in and headed back across the river to Jasmyn's
home on the "sunny side."  I handed her my cell so she could call her mom
and let her know we were on our way.

I heard Jasmyn say "uh huh" a couple times, and exasperated "NO MOM!" a
time or two, some more "uh huhs" and one `unh huh' indicating `no'. There
was a moment of silence as she listened to something her mom was
saying. Before she hung up she said into the phone,

"Yes, I'm sure, I really am ready, I want him to do it and I really really
like him." Then she clicked off and handed me back the phone.

She looked up at me, smiled and reached over and kissed my cheek.

It took about 15 minutes for us to arrive at her development.  There was
the usual activity for a Saturday morning in the neighborhood.  A few
people were mowing or tending to flowers; a couple more were washing their
cars...typical suburbia.

I pulled into their drive and we got out.

Jasmyn got her shopping bag from the backseat and in a flash was at the
front door holding it open for me.

"Come on slow poke!" she taunted and wiggled her ass in my general
direction, turned toward me sticking out her breasts and made the `come to
me' gesture with her index finger.

As if I needed any prompting.

Once inside with the door firmly shut and locked Jasmyn approached me.
Looking up at my 5'10" frame from her 4'4" height she reached up both arms
as if to hug me.  I leaned over and when I got to the right level she
wrapped her arms around my neck and clasped her hands behind my head.

Pulling me down a bit further to her level she planted a kiss firmly on my
lips.  Tentatively her tongue teased against my closed lips and I opened my
mouth a bit to allow our tongues to meet and dally with one another.

I don't know exactly what I was expecting from her kiss... I guess a
lingering closed mouth interaction.  What I got however was a soft lipped,
open mouthed, spit swapping tongue duel.  This lasted only a moment though
due to the difference in our height.

I wrapped my arms around her 22 inch waist and lifted her 80 pound body up
so our mouths were on the same level.  She wrapped her legs around my body
and adjusted herself to fit more comfortably in my embrace.

She broke the kiss for a moment and turned her attention to my left ear.
She gave it a tongue bath, licking and gently probing before moving down
the side of my neck covering it with tiny kisses and licks with a little
suction thrown in for good measure.

She leaned her head back a little bit and her sparkling eyes told the story
that she was getting hornier by the second.

She kissed me hard again and applied suction to my tongue with an expertise
that belied her nine years.  Her legs wrapped me in more tightly and she
began running her fingers through my hair.

Her crotch was level with my belt buckle and she was grinding herself
against it in a rhythm all her own.

Patsy had heard us come in, and was observing all this from the base of the
staircase.  She was naked, leaning against the wall with her arms folded
over her breasts.  This had the effect of pushing them tightly together and
giving her some amazing cleavage.  It looked as if she had freshly showered
and shaved her pussy...the skin was pink and shiny.

She looked at us with an air of approval and told us to follow her
upstairs.  I did so, continuing to carry Jasmyn who by now had laid her
head on my shoulder and was caressing my chest with her right hand as her
left arm was wrapped across my shoulder and neck.  She found my erect left
nipple and was gently pinching it alternating her pinches with tiny
circular touches.

The grinding motions of her crotch against my body continued.

Mr. Happy was chomping at the bit.

I followed Patsy to what I assumed was the master bedroom.  We passed
through the door and there was a king sized bed with the whitest of white
sheets and too many bother counting white pillows.  The comforter was
folded over carefully at the foot of the bed.

Sitting in a comfortable looking wing backed chair to the side was Chris,
naked as the day he was born, rubbing idly at his erect penis.

"I hope you're ready for this Jas." Patsy said.

Jasmyn let out a big sigh and nodded her head enthusiastically, still
pressing her cheek against my chest.

With her clinging to me tightly I went to the bed and sat on the edge and
gently pushed Jasmyn away so she stood in front of me.  I had spread my
legs and pulled her as close to me as I could with my knees on either side
of her, just below her hips.  She was at about the right height for a
straight on kiss and so we did.

I put my hands on her shoulders and slowly, gently slid them down the sides
of her body enjoying the subtle but present curves of her girlish body.  My
fingertips sensed the presence of her sports bra under the elasticized
material of her top and I traced the edge of this undergarment from her
sides to her mid back then pressing her against my chest with my left hand
I used the index finger of my right hand to lightly rub up and down her
spine.

Jasmyn let out a contented sigh and kissed me again forcing her tongue deep
into my mouth.

I moved both of my hands around to her bottom and grasped the firm flesh of
her ass globes and gave them a squeeze.  Again, using the techniques I had
learned years before, I moved my fingers more toward the middle of her body
and toward the bottom of her perfect ass cheeks.  (Just too either side of
her rectum is a bony prominence called the ischial tuberosity.  Nerves that
supply the perineum come from deep in the body to surface in this area.
Gentle massage gives added pleasure to the person receiving this
attention.)

I felt the bony structures to the sides of her asshole and gently massaged
the area using circular motions.  I heard a deep come from my nubile nine
year old fox and she kissed me once again.

I squeezed her muscular bottom and as I did so I pulled away from her kiss
slightly.  I kissed her forehead with just the barest of pressure and used
the tip of my tongue to trace her full eyebrows.  Then with very a very
light touch I kissed her closed eyelids and ran my tongue over them as
well.

I moved my right hand up to hold her behind her head so as to be able to
maneuver it as I kissed her all over her beautiful unblemished face.  I
turned my attention to her left ear and whispered "you are so
beautiful...so sexy...so hot!" into it right before I traced the outline of
all of the ridges with my tongue.

I massaged her right ass cheek all the more firmly with my left hand and
continued to pay special attention to the area of her pudendal nerves.  I
approached her asshole area and, even through her clothing, was able to
apply special pressure there.

I released her ass cheek and with my right hand cupped her chin and lifted
it so as to enable me to look into her eyes.

"Jasmyn," I said, "I know we've done lots of sexy things with each other
but before we go any further I want to know that what we're doing is what
you want."

"OH PLEASE MAKE LOVE TO ME... I CAN'T WAIT ANY LONGER" came her reply.

I looked up at Patsy who by now had moved over closer to the chair occupied
by Chris.  She was standing to the right of him, he had his right arm
around her waist and she had her left arm draped over his shoulder.  Each
was stroking the skin of the other every so slowly and lightly.  Chris was
masturbating with his left hand on his cock and Patsy had the middle finger
of her right hand busy rubbing the top of the slit between her pussy
lips...right at the base of her clit.

I moved my hands forward and undid the belt of Jasmyn's Capri pants and
undid the snap and lowered the zipper.  Inserting my index fingers between
the waistband and her skin I circled her waist pulling the material away
from her skin.  I lowered the Capri's bit by bit and while doing so kissed
each area of her skin as it was exposed.  Using gentle pressure I turned
Jas ever so slightly and ever so slowly as the lowering of her pants and
kissing continued.  From time to time I could hear her moan and feel her
shiver.

When about half of her panty covered as was exposed gravity took over and
her Capri's fell too the floor.  She stepped out of them and kicked off her
sneakers at the same time.

I grasped the hem of her tier shirt on either side and began rolling it up
on itself all the while my face was buried in her cleavage and I was
kissing her chest through the skin of the fabric.  She took a sharp intake
of breath and let it out with an all body shudder...a mini orgasm!

Eventually, the rolled up hem of her shirt was above the waist of her
panties and the tanned skin of her firm belly was exposed.

I again lowered my mouth to her waist line and gave her dozens of butterfly
kisses and licks on each area of exposed skin, turning her gently in a
pirouette as I did so.

Once the shirt hem was rolled up the bottom of the curves of her tits I
asked her to stick her arms up and pulled the top completely off and over
her head.  She shook her hair out and faced me once more.

"Lift your arms again," I instructed her and she immediately complied.

I marvelled at the lightness of the skin in her axillae compared to the
caramel of her tanned arms.  Pulling her close to me I stuck my nose in the
valley created by the juncture of her arm and torso and inhaled the scent
of little girl, mixed with just a bit of sweat.  I licked this area on each
side until I was convinced there was nothing left to taste.  That her
armpits were totally devoid of any hair growth made them all the more
delicious.

Her nipples were hard as rocks at this point and I nibbled on each one
alternately sucking them through the cloth.  Since she was wearing a light
colored top, the sports bra was white and, once moistened by my saliva, the
areaolae, being slightly darker in hue than her un-tanned breasts clearly
showed through the material.  The hard points of her nipples made
prominent, though tiny, bulges in the cloth.

Jasmyn was uttering soft "oh my gods" and "yes's" Any time I slowed the
actions of my lips or hands she hissed... "Don't stop Daddy...don't stop!"

Being called Daddy in this situation only added to the intense eroticism of
our actions.

A glance over to the side of the room allowed me to visualize Patsy and
Chris kissing and stroking each other.  The chair was positioned at the
foot of the bed so they had an unobstructed view of the proceedings.  Patsy
was stroking Chris's rod with an increased fervor and was kissing him and
apparently about to swallow his tongue.

I inserted my index fingers between the bottom of the sports bra and
Jasmyn's skin and using the same encircling motion lifted it away from her
skin.  Rolling the sports bra took less time than the shirt which was a
good thing because Jas and I were both getting very worked up.

I stopped my work on her bra and pulled off my shirt.  I wanted so badly to
feel her naked skin against mine that once her breasts were bare I didn't
want to wait another second for that sensation.

Turning my attention back to the bra I once again began its removal in slow
teasing motions kissing and licking the newly bared skin.

Again, I had to marvel at the 80 pound 4'8" girl in standing in front of
me, in bra and panties, with tits that would make a high school senior
proud.  Combined with the narrowing of her waist it made for an extremely
sexy body that would make any adult woman proud...yet she was nine years
old.

Once I had unveiled the delicious curves of the undersides of her breasts
and exposed her nipples I again asked her to lift her arms and pulled the
garment over her head and unceremoniously tossed it way.

I heard a moan from the foot of the bed and turned for a brief glance at
the scene from the chair.  Patsy and Chris had changed positions...Patsy
was sitting in the chair, her pussy close to the edge and Chris was
kneeling on the floor between her legs.  His hands were on her thighs and
his face was firmly planted on her pussy lips and I could tell by his
actions that he was giving her a wonderful tongue lashing.

With a dazed look on her face, Patsy was still watching the happenings in
front of her with great intensity.  She looked at me and stuck her tongue
out moving it in a licking motion that seemed to directly say to me "I'm
gonna lick your cock right off of your body given the chance."

I took Jasmyn's right nipple in my mouth and gently sucked.  While applying
suction I teased the tip of her tit with my tongue with rapid tiny flicks.
I did the same to her left nipple in turn.

I pushed Jas away from me gently and stood removing my shoes, pants and
underwear in rapid succession.  I sat back down on the edge of the bed and
drew her near to me once again.

As I did the hem rolling action on her panties, Jas would try and grasp my
steel hard, leaking cock but I gently pushed her hands away. I was
concerned that by this time I would be so sensitive that I would blow my
load before having an opportunity to make love to my perfectly sexy tween.

Again, as the rolled panties exposed her flesh, first tanned then the pale
white area that her bathing suit covered, I would lick, suck and kiss the
uncovered skin.  She would let out tiny gasps and frequent "don't stops"

Once I reached that quarter sized tuft of cunt hair and spent a moment
licking and pulling on her fuzz with my lips I lowered her panties all the
way and she stepped out of them.

I lay back on the bed and drew Jasmyn on top of me.

Exquisite is the only word that can describe the feeling of her naked flesh
against mine.  My cock was poking at her navel and was leaving a trail of
slime.

We scrambled to position ourselves lengthwise on the bed and I rolled Jas
over on her back.  I was to her right side and bent down for another deep
kiss of her sweet lips.  I caressed her breasts and gently pinched her
nipples while kissing her and was rewarded by throaty moans emanating from
deep within her chest.  She began to shiver, actually to stiffen and relax
in rapid succession.  Her chest was flushing and her nipples were rock
hard.  My little girl toy was having multiple orgasms.

I broke the kiss and then moved down to her chest and gave her tits the
oral attention that they needed.  For a couple of minutes I sucked and
licked first one then the other.

While doing this I slipped my right hand down her taught belly and over her
mons pubis.  She spread her legs slightly in anticipation of my exploring
finger.  I tickle her clit a little and then moved my finger lower to her
opening.

Pussy lube was pouring out of her cunt and I was able to easily slip a
finger into her hot box.

I moved down between her legs and faced her nearly bald pussy.  The inner
lips had engorged and were a very dusky pink.  Copious amounts of vaginal
lubrication was pouring from her pussy and trickling down between the
rounded bases of her ass cheeks and around her pink ass star.

Sticking my tongue out as far as I could, I lapped her pussy like a child
licking an ice cream cone on a hot summer day.  Her cunt lube was so
plentiful that I had to swallow every few seconds or so.  It was as tasty
as the finest wine.

When licking on her clit I would dart my tongue out rapidly, like a snake
would do to `taste' it's environment.  The action of just barely touching
her love button as opposed to mashing down on it gave her much more
tolerable stimulation.  I was rewarded by her stiffening up like a board
then relaxing, seeming to melt into the mattress...another `big-o.'

I had her lift her legs toward her head, exposing her winking anus.  It was
coated with a thick layer of cunt cream and I turned my attention to this
part of her anatomy with fervor.  I licked, sucked and probed until I had
the area all cleaned up.

I let her relax her legs back down and resumed eating her pussy.  As I
licked and sucked all over her labia I inserted first one then two fingers
into her hole.

She took both fingers well, and I could only assume that she had used some,
if not all of the sex toys in her bedside table drawer that I saw only last
night.

She must have read my mind because she said. "I'm kinda stretched out
because of my toys and gymnastics, but I've never made love...you're
definitely going to be my first lover."

I had Jasmyn move up on her hands and knees and I knelt behind her.  I love
looking at preteen twat from behind. The curving nature of the butt cheeks,
the starfish shaped pucker of their asshole, the puffiness of their pussy
lips all serve to get my juices flowing...literally, Mr. Happy was pouring
out precum by the buckets it seemed.

I put my hands on her ass globes and separated them exposing her anus more
completely.  She put her chest down on the mattress which served to expose
her delights even further.  I practically shoved my face into her ass crack
and once more probed and licked at her anus with my tongue.

I hear commotion from behind and looked over my shoulder at Chris and his
mother.  Patsy was in the knee chest position (like a baby sleeps) her
nicely formed ass in the air and Chris was mimicking my actions by eating
out his mom's dark hole.

I resumed my lapping on Jasmyn's ass.  I backed away a bit to look at that
beautiful orifice and noticed that it was a bit dilated even without me
probing.  I told myself that she must have used some of her toys in the
back yard as well.

Jasmyn gave another gasp and shudder.  She looked at me over her shoulder
and said "I'm ready...please make love to me."

"Okay baby doll," I said.  She giggled like the nine year old she was when
I called her that, "I think it would be best if you were on top, that way
you can control how deep I go and how fast."

I straightened up on my knees, Jasmyn scrambled away from the spot where I
was to lay down on my back.

I turned and both Chris and his mother were on their knees at the side of
the bed.  Both flushed from their sexual arousal and activities.  They had
their arms up on the side of the bed and were watching intently.

I lay flat on my back...Mr. Happy at the ready.

Jasmyn easily straddled my legs, and supporting her weight with her knees
she leaned forward to kiss me.

"Daddy," she whispered softly, "I have cum about twenty times since we
started this...sometimes 5-6 little ones in a row.  I can't wait to see how
a real cock in my pussy feels...I love you!"

I held her to me...the feel of her very firm B-C cup breasts, her 80 pound
body the curve of her waist so sexy beneath my wandering palms, the firm
almost cantaloupe sized ass globes had my mind on overload.

"I'm ready now! Please please fuck me!" she whimpered.

"Wait just a second...let me help!" came Patsy's voice...

She reached out her hand and grabbed my cock.  Jasmyn was squatting over my
midsection and Patsy instructed her to lower herself as she positioned my
cock at the entrance to her nine year old daughter's love canal.

Jasmyn slowly lowered herself, the amount of flexibility and muscular
control amazing due to her gymnastics expertise.

Patsy gave on last little adjustment and I sensed the hot, wet and velvety
soft pussy folds of this adorable and incredibly hot bodied nine year old
touch the tip of my cock.  How I kept from shooting a load right then I'll
never know.

Patsy removed her hand from my dick and let Jas take over.

The little vixen had her hands on her thighs, her head slightly tilted
back, her tongue sticking out of her mouth pressed up against her top
lip...just like you see some of the female porno stars do when they're
feeling something wonderful.

Jas slowly but steadily lowered her pussy onto my fuck rod.  A bit of
tightness surrounded the head of my dick, a tiny bit of resistance as her
hymen stretched the rest of the way, and a sensation of release as it tore,
allowing the full circumference of my dick to be surrounded by hot, wet,
tight nine year old pussy.

Jasmyn had taken a sharp intake of breath and winced just a bit as her
maiden head gave way.

Her mom asked "How does it feel baby?"

Jasmyn answered "it only hurt a tiny bit... I'm glad now you bought me
those toys to use."

I was glad too.  Had fucking her for the first time caused a great deal of
pain for her I would have had a hard time forgiving myself.

She lowered her body gradually until the entire length of my cock was
buried in her love canal.  Thank god for estrogen.  It changes the vaginal
tissue to become thicker, more pliable (stretchy) and allows the
lubrication to flow.

The velvety walls of Jasmyn's cunt enveloped my dick completely in a bath
of warmth and wetness.  The phrase `my cock simply glided into her pussy'
definitely applies here.

Jasmyn lifted her body a couple of inches causing an incredibly sexy
friction on my cock then lowered herself back down.  I could definitely
feel my cock touching her cervix which seemed to give her an intense
feeling of pleasure.

She lifted up again until my cock was about to pop out of her tight fuck
chute then suddenly dropped all of her weight on my dick.

In an instant the entire length of my dick entered her pussy and my cock
bumped her cervix once again...this time Jasmyn shouted out as she had a
massive orgasm.

Chris had climbed onto the bed to get a closed look.  From the corner of my
eye I could see his 4.5 inch boner and wanted to have it in my mouth so
badly...but there would be time for that...Jasmyn is going to get all of my
attention now.

With increasingly rapid up and down motions Jasmyn rode my crotch like a
bronco buster.  Her firm titties making just the barest of jiggles as they
swayed with the motions of their owner's body.

I could sense that Patsy had climbed on the bed with us and positioned
herself next to Chris in order to get a better look.

After a minute or so of the rapid up and down movements, Jasmyn began to
make circular motions with her hips as well, as if using my cock as a
method of stirring up something in her pussy.

What we were stirring up was a series of orgasms...she was having a brief
burst of orgasmic delight about every thirty seconds it seemed.  These were
5 second blasts of gasping breaths, stiff body and spasms of her cunt walls
that were putting me right on the edge.

About every tenth time her cervix crashed into the head of my dick, Jas had
an even more intense orgasm.  I couldn't keep up with the count.  She has
to be the most sexually charged individual in history.

She leaned her upper body forward, brushing her tits against my chest and
continued her thrusting on my cock.

I was about to cum and told her so.  She intensified the thrusting of her
pelvis which served to increase the frequency of my dick head against her
cervix.

I shouted "I'm cumming Jasmyn" and Mr. Happy let loose a volley of cu m
that would make any teenager proud.

Jasmyn cried out in another orgasm of her own as my cum splashed against
her cunt walls...the first time she'd ever had that experience.

It seemed as if my orgasm lasted for minutes and I shot a bucket of
cum...but we all know that's not true.  Jasmyn collapsed against my chest,
both of us with a sheen of sweat and out of breath.  Her titties pressed
against me.

"That was wonderful...I love you Daddy, I mean Dr. Dave!"

"Daddy's fine sweetie" I whispered into her ear.

We relaxed that way for a moment and I felt the bed shaking.

I looked over at Chris, in the knee chest position, and Patsy wearing a
strap on dildo, ploughing his ass for all she was worth.



End part IV

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