Following my wife's fatal car accident six months ago, my daughter and I decided to begin life anew with a move across the country. New York seemed to grow colder and drearier each year anyway, so when Melinda died, the timing made more sense. With her mom's ashes in an ornate gold urn on her lap, Stacy and I fired up the U-Haul, our car in tow. I grabbed her hand as we pulled away from the curb, leaving our Queens home in the rearview mirror.

"We're going to be okay, Honey," I smiled. "Besides, I hear there are a ton of kids your age in the Honey Oaks subdivision. You'll make lots of new friends there."

She slid up next to me along the truck's bench seat and pressed her head against my shoulder. I turned my face for a moment and smelled her long blonde hair, a trace of Melinda's scent greeting my nose like a ghost. She was her mother's daughter, for sure. Stacy had just turned nine and had begun to blossom early. I just knew that someday she would be buxom like Melinda. But for now - and much to my relief as a father - Stacy just had small buds hiding under her thin-strapped blouse. She closed her big blue eyes as we began the journey. For now -- just for now -- I wanted to cling to my sweet, innocent daughter a little longer. Boys could wait!

We traveled for eight days before finally crossing through the Sierra Mountains and down into California. Stacy never let go of that urn except for when we dined along the way. At every hotel stop, she'd place it on the nightstand, kissing the top before falling into a fitful sleep. She and Melinda were as close as a mom and daughter could be, so my angel took her death hard.

San Jose promised to be a place of opportunity for us both. I had been hired by one of the big tech-sector companies as a software engineer, and the pay was so generous we could afford a home in one of the most prestigious communities in the area. Honey Oaks was Silicon Valley's Beverly Hills, with big homes and the best school district in northern California.

I called my boss when we were about an hour away from arriving at our new home. He insisted on it, promising me a welcoming committee that would not only greet us, but that also would move all our things into the house and get us settled quickly. I was shocked to see a dozen or so men and women and fifteen or more children all about Stacy's age waiting for us on our front lawn when we pulled up. They unfurled a huge banner that read, "Welcome Matt and Stacy!"

I nudged my daughter's arm and she looked up at me with a grin. It was nice to see her smile again, even if just a bit.

"They look real friendly, Daddy." She gave my arm a tight squeeze as I shut off the engine.

We were swarmed like bees as the gaggle approached our truck. I stepped out and began shaking more hands than a Presidential candidate in October. I knew it would take me a long time to learn all the names, but the one I knew already was Steven Pitt. My new boss was a tall, early forties man with a medium complexion, jet black hair and deep blue eyes. He held a young girl's hand as he approached.

"Matt, so happy to see you and nice to meet Stacy. This is Erin, my daughter."

We shook hands and exchanged pleasantries while the girls began to chat. Erin was an inch taller than Stacy, and ten years old I soon learned. Like her dad, she sported a modest tan, and her sparkling blue eyes and long black hair made for a stunning preteen.

"Whatcha got in that jar?" Erin asked.

Before Stacy could reply, her father cut her off. "Honey, it's not polite to probe. Let's help the Madisons get settled, and then maybe they'd like to attend our party tonight."

"Party?" I asked.

"Yeah, just a neighborhood thing. We get together at my place over on Oakview Lane once a month, parents and kids. It's a great way to get to know your neighbors very well," he grinned as he spoke.

Erin giggled when he said that, as if there were some secret attached to the event that only insiders knew. I shrugged it off. I was more focused on the steady stream of people moving boxes and furniture into our home. We had been chatting only about thirty minutes when I heard one of the men call from the back of the truck.

"This is the last box, folks! Great job!"

I was stunned. My boss and I entered my home and found the group of people was now unpacking everything and putting things away. Dishes into cabinets; towels into drawers; clothing into closets. They were setting up furniture and even putting linens on beds. Don't get me wrong, I was grateful for the help, but it felt a bit intrusive to me. What had taken me and a couple of buddies an entire day to pack into the truck, was now undone and set up in the space of two hours. They even flattened boxes and hauled off all the debris. All I had left to do was return the truck to U-Haul and begin our new lives.

Steven scribbled his address on a scrap of paper and told me the party would start at six o'clock, and that while the dress code was casual, most of the little girls wore sundresses. He tweaked Stacy's nose before he and Erin turned to depart. When his pretty daughter turned away, I swear I saw her give me a slight wink and a sexy smile. Hell, the California sun must have been getting to me already.

After returning the truck and making a quick run to a nearby supermarket to stock our refrigerator with a few things, Stacy and I readied for the party. I threw on a pair of business casual slacks and a button down blue oxford dress shirt. Stacy met me in the hall wearing a pretty pastel yellow sundress and light brown sandals. She twirled about. It seemed like every day I witnessed a growth spurt, and in the space of the past twenty-four hours, Stacy's mounds had swollen a bit more. She had on a training bra, but I could see the outline of her budding nipples. When she spun, the fabric clung for a moment to her firm bubble butt.

"How do I look, Daddy?"

Tears moistened my eyes. "You look wonderful," I smiled. "Simply beautiful."

If I could stop the clock of innocence lost, I would have done so at that moment. She was somewhere between a child and a budding young woman, and I wanted to reverse the polarity of life for just a few more years. I wanted to keep her a child just a bit longer, but Mother Nature seemed determined to usher forth her development.

My boss lived two blocks from our new home, so we decided to walk and drink in the cool northern California air and watch the sunset over the horizon. I held her hand like a date, admiring the yellow ribbon in her hair and enjoying our moment of new bonding.

When we arrived there were several cars in front of the stately home, and the sound of music and laughter spilled onto the street. I rang the doorbell, and within a second or two it opened. Erin stood there with a big smile. She was even lovelier than before. She wore a light blue sundress, and on her cheeks was a trace of makeup with a touch of red lipstick on her full lips. She was barefoot and around her right ankle was a small gold chain.

"Hi Mr. Madison! Hi Stacy!" she giggled. "Come on in, everyone wants to meet you! But first, I need your keys."

"My what, Honey?" I was puzzled.

She grabbed a large woven basket from a table by the door. Inside were several sets of house keys and car keys. She pushed it toward me. "Come on, Mr. Madison. Your keys. It's part of our neighborhood tradition."

I hadn't planned to drink that much, and besides we had walked. I figured there must be some parlor game associated with the ritual, and I didn't want to feel like a clod my first night in town. I reached in my pocket and pulled out my keychain, a small green Statue of Liberty bling affixed to the ring. I set it inside the basket.

Erin smiled. "Oh yeah, I forgot you are from New York. Cool!"

Our little hostess led the way to the living room where many of the same people I half-met that afternoon were standing around talking. Several children were there as well, and all the girls wore sundresses. It was then that I also noticed all were barefoot with matching gold ankle bracelets like Erin's, except for three or four of the youngest girls. There were also a handful of young boys all around the same age as my daughter.

My boss rushed up to greet me, a glass of red wine in his hand. "Attention, everyone! I know most of you met Matt Madison and his daughter Stacy earlier today, but let me welcome them again into my home and into our neighborhood."

He handed me the wine and proposed a toast to Stacy and me. Erin had left the room for a moment and came rushing back in with a red wine for herself and one for Stacy. I was about to protest because Stacy is only nine, but I was cut off by a chorus.

"To Matt and Stacy!" the crowd cheered at once.

I smiled so as not to offend. I sipped the wine and nodded to Stacy that she may do the same. Everyone seemed to gulp theirs down, adults and kids. It was such a strange thing for me to see, but I assumed it was a California thing and that the people here were very European about wine.

The evening was actually splendid. As I got to chatting it up with the adults, I discovered they were a great group of people, and most of them were my new colleagues at the tech firm. Stacy had disappeared with Erin and several other girls, so that gave me time for more adult chat and more of that great wine. The food was endless, professionally catered, and exquisite. I had a feeling I was going to enjoy these monthly hood parties.

But I must have drank a glass or two too many of the wine. It was nearing midnight and my head was spinning a bit. I felt my blood rush like I had chugged down a gallon of caffeine, and for some strange reason my cock was semi-hard in my pants. Every time one of the little hunnies in a sundress sauntered through the room, I swore they winked at me. Those sexy bare feet and ankle bracelets were only adding to the arousal. This was all messed up! These girls were all of twelve years of age, tops!

Steven walked back into the living room with Erin who was carrying the basket. "Ladies and gents, it's key time!" he announced.

There was a sudden and palpable excitement among the adults and children. Steven's wife walked in right behind him carrying another basket with silk scarves. She began to help all the children put one around their eyes like blindfolds.

"What's this all about, Steve?" I asked, feeling my blood pump even faster.

"Oh, just a fun game we play to end the evening. Just keep an open mind, and I'm sure you will enjoy it."

Stacy walked up to me with a silly grin. "Daddy, my tummy feels funny!" she giggled.

Before I could respond, Steve's wife had wrapped a yellow scarf around Stacy's face. "You get the honors of being the first to pick a key," she whispered.

I was a bit stunned, and the strange feelings coursing my body seemed to glue me down. Steven walked up next to Stacy as Erin held the basket. He took Stacy's hand and helped her reach inside. I had no idea what the objective was, but it almost seemed as if Steven led her hand right to a set of keys he wanted her to pick.

"Good job, Stacy!" he beamed. "Keep your blindfold on and hold those keys until everyone has picked theirs."

"Okay!" Stacy chortled, hopping up and down with a newfound excitement.

"My turn!" Erin proclaimed. She had on a light blue blindfold and held the basket up for her father to take.

She reached inside and moved her hand around several times as if searching for something special. I felt the blood nearly pump out of my body when her tiny had wrapped around the Statue of Liberty dongle on my keychain.

"I think I want this one!" she giggled.

One by one the children, boys and girls alike, snatched keys from the basket. The only ones not to select a set were the youngest of them all, the girls without ankle jewelry and the boys about four and younger.

My head was swimming with confusion. When the last set was removed, Steven's wife went around removing the blindfolds.

"Okay, kids! Let's see who got who!" she gushed.

Erin beamed a huge smile. "Looks like I got Matt's keys," she proclaimed, walking up to me and giving me a big hug. My cock pulsated in my pants with her affections.

I watched as the key owners found their keys and paired off with a child. In most cases, young girls had ended up with men, and young boys with a woman, but there were a few same sex pairings.

Steven walked up to Stacy. "Well, young lady. It appears you have picked my keys. I think I'm the luckiest guy here!" he said, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

Stacy blushed and giggled, and then she turned to return a kiss to his face. What the hell was going on? This was not like my daughter who was normally terribly shy.

"Matt, consider this a treasure hunt game. Since my daughter has your keys, you need to take her to your place to search for a certain special delight. Erin will explain things when you get there. As for you, Stacy, your treat in in my house, so we don't have to go too far."

Stacy was excited and jumped up and down. "This sounds like fun, Daddy!"

My confusion was turning to alarm. Something was just not right about any of this, but I was also not feeling real normal. My head spun a bit as my heart raced, and the arousal I felt earlier was now getting more intense.

"Come on, Matt, let's walk to your house," Erin grinned as she wrapped her arm around mine and led me to the front door.

We departed along with several of the moms and dads with mixed up pairings of children. Some of them walked, some drove off, but all I knew was that while Erin and I made our way to my house, my darling Stacy was at my boss's house with him and his wife.

"Nice evening, huh, Matt?" she whispered as we strolled, nearing my home. She was clinging to my arm and looking up with a very sexy grin.

"Um, uh. Yeah, it's great. So just what is this game about?"

"You'll see, silly!" she smiled as she slid the key into my front door lock and opened it up.

We stepped inside and she removed a blue ribbon from her hair, letting her long black strands fall to her back. Damn, she looked so sexy for a ten-year-old.

"Give me a tour," she requested, pulling my hand and leading me to the stairs. "Show me Stacy's room first."

If I was supposed to be leading a tour, it sure felt the opposite to me. This young girl seemed to drag me up the stairs, her small firm ass swaying under her sundress. I had no discernible willpower at the moment, so I just let her pull me there.

Stacy's room was pink and pretty, and her canopy bed was in the center of the room. Stacy loved horses even though we never owned one, so there were several plush horses on her bed, and a cowgirl hat on her pillows.

"She has a cute room," Erin said, sitting in the center of the bed. "Come sit with me, Matt." She patted the comforter next to her.

I was sweating now, trembling slightly. "Tell me what's going on!" I demanded as I sat.

She smiled and placed a hand on my thigh, running it up my leg slowly. "I got your keys, which means you have to find my treasure. If you find it, you get to do anything you want with it. Anything at all..." her voice trailed off as her head turned toward me.

I felt her warm, sweet breath hit my face as she leaned in. I was hypnotized. My eyes closed and I leaned down and kissed her lips gently.

"What -------- kind -------- of -------- treasure?" I whispered, feeling my breath quicken, cock stiffen. This was as taboo as it gets, so wrong, but ever since feeling funny at the Pitt's home, my moral compass seemed shattered. I had no ability to say no.

She returned the kiss like a woman. Her mouth opened and her small tongue slid inside my lips. She was panting slightly as she French kissed me.

"I'll give you a hint. It's smaller than a breadbox. It's warm. It's tight. And right now it's dripping wet." She managed to moan those words into my mouth and ears, mixing each syllable with hot wet kisses up and down my neck.

My cock raged rock hard now, and as I contemplated this most tempting offer, the identity of the treasure was now as clear as the San Jose sky. Her tiny hand wrapped around my pole over my slacks.

"Honey! Honey! No!" I moaned, but I knew I couldn't resist.

She stood, reached behind and unzipped her sundress, letting it fall to her feet. She had no bra, and her small mounds of flesh were firm and pure nipple. Her puffies were the size of small plums, erotic and light pink. She wore nothing but a light blue thong and her ankle bracelet. The fabric of her panties was dampened and darker blue from the wetness of her young slit.

She took my arm and helped me stand. "You will feel fine in another few hours, Matt. The Viagra and speed we put in your wine will wear off, but we needed to do that to ensure you could -------- well -------- perform," she chuckled.

"Huh?" I was in a fog, and my cock was daring to rip a hole in my pants.

Erin began to undress me, and when she got my boxers down to my ankles, she gasped at my cock. "Shit, this is big! You're gonna make me awfully sore tomorrow!" she snickered.

She got on her knees and was about to take my cock in her hungry preteen mouth when I noticed Melinda's urn on Stacy's nightstand. Guilt and worry shot through my brain, but my cock stayed rigid. I don't know how much boner medication and amphetamines they doped me with, but my pecker felt like the skin wanted to stretch off.

"Hang on, Sweetie," I said, stopping her.

I grabbed the urn and in my mind apologized to Melinda as I tucked it away in Stacy's closet. My new life had begun, as lewd and illicit as it appeared to be. A sense of nastiness crept in my brain. I walked over to the little whore and slapped her face with my cock.

"Suck me, bitch!" I groaned as her mouth opened.

"Hmmmmmm," she purred on my fuckstick as she began sucking and slurping my tool. This girl gave head better than any woman I've ever had.

"Where'd you learn to do this?" I moaned, grabbing her head and fucking her face, most of my eight inch cock in her sweet mouth.

She pulled back for a moment and caught her breath. "When I was five. That's when kids can play in the Kiddie Key Klub. And once we turn eight, we start fucking."

I shoved my cock back in for another tongue bath. "So what's with the ankle bracelets?"

She smiled and began to give my balls some attention with her hot mouth and lips. "We get those when we lose our virginity, but all the kids you saw tonight at least do oral, even the two-year-olds."

Fuck! My mind was getting blown along with my twig and berries. She sucked me for another ten minutes, my balls hitting her chin as I went into her throat. She moaned as she devoured my meat, her small hands jacking and fisting my pole at the same time.

I smiled down at her, "So you said you like to fuck?"

"Uh huh, want to explore my treasure now, Matt?"

She stood up and faced the mirror over Stacy's bureau. I wrapped my arms around her from behind, pulling her back against me. I kissed up and down her neck and ears, making her quiver and gasp. Slowly I reached down and began to slide her thong off. It fell to her feet. I looked at her bald mound in the mirror and could not believe how sexy she was for a young girl, so close to my own daughter's age.

She turned to face me and we kissed as I dragged her to the bed. I shoved Stacy's stuffed horses to the floor and lay down on my back, pulling Erin on top of me. I was about to toss the pink cowgirl hat to the floor when she grabbed it from my hands. She placed it on her head and arched her back, her small chest pushed up, long black hair flowing behind her. I have never seen anything as erotic as this girl right now. My little ten-year-old cowgirl was ready to ride, and before I knew what hit me, she had lifted her perfect ass a few inches, straddled my aching shaft, and began to ease down.

"OH FUCK!" I moaned. "You are insanely tight and wet!"

"Hmmm, fuck me good, Matt!" she groaned as her pussy bottomed out on my dick, This girl had eight inches of stiff cock embedded in her twat, and she showed no sign of discomfort.

I held her tiny hips in both hands as I watched her begin to ride. She went slowly at first, getting adjusted to the thick meat of her new saddle. She rode me with such sensuality, such an erotic and obscene sexing, gradually picking up speed. She placed her hands behind her for balance, flat on the mattress, keeping her back arched. I ran my hands up and down her sexy body, making sure to give her budding breasts some deserved attention. My cock looked amazing inside her bald kitty, the lips hugging it tightly, and her ample juices keeping the shaft glistening with a sex sheen.

She made little squeaks and grunts as she fucked me, picking up the pace. When she had reached a steady stride, her pussy muscles milking my pole hard, she began to lose balance, so she leaned forward and lay flat against my chest. I kissed her forehead as her pelvis kept rocking up and down. I reached down and felt her firm warm ass, letting my fingertips caress her tiny butthole.

She was panting now, loud and hard. I could tell my little cowpoke was going to cum, but I didn't want it to end. I flipped her over onto her back and took over the reins. I grabbed her ankles and placed them on my shoulders, folding the little imp in half.

She bit down on my neck as I began to fuck her hard and fast. My cock made nasty, wet, sloshing fuck sounds in her tight tunnel as my balls began to slap her ass.

"YESSS! Mr. Matt! YESSS! You're gonna make me cum so hard!" she grunted like a whore in my ear.

Between the dick pills and the junk juice, I was on fire. I felt like I could fuck her forever, and that would be perfectly fine in my book. I slammed her harder and faster, feeling my blood rushing through my veins like never before.

"Here I cum! HERE! NOW! AHHHHHGGGGGHG!" she screamed, grinding her baby cunny up into me with all the force she had.

I lost it. I began to empty myself deep inside this young girl, not caring at all if she were fertile. After all, I was brand new to the Kiddie Key Klub, so I hadn't exactly read the rules.

"HMMMMMMPH! Oh baby! Oh shit!" I moaned as my balls drained out. "Your body is so fucking hot," I panted, collapsing on top of her.

I slid out, but my cock remained rock hard. We lay side by side, catching our breath, occasionally kissing. When Erin had calmed down from her intense orgasm, she slid down and began sucking my cock clean, smacking her lips. She looked up at me at one point, my rock hard cock still under the influence of the little blue pills.

"When you get your energy back, I want my ass fucked," she smiled, letting her tongue slide up the full length of my shaft.

"You got it baby, and trust me, tonight I have more energy than I've ever had before."

"Good, because you have me until noon tomorrow. That's when you can take me home and pick up Stacy."

Stacy?! A panic set in. All the while I had been enjoying the fruits of absolute perversity, I had forgotten about my darling virginal nine-year-old daughter. A rush of fear, shame, guilt, and worry flooded my brain and my bloodstream. But at that same moment, Erin's mouth went all the way down on my shaft, and the thought of my darling daughter getting fucked hard pushed a fresh new gallon of cum into my balls...jizz that I intended to unload in Erin's tight asshole before sunrise.

To Be Continued