The Mask

by Leslie Schmidt

I stumbled down the alley toward my flat, the rain made me cold. Stopping at the bottom of the flight I dug for my keys...and dropped them. They clattered off the side into the dark next to the wooden steps. Cursing, I leaned down to fumble in the dark for them-that's when I saw the masks.

I picked them up, inspecting them in the rain and dim light-one dark, one light. Again I leaned down, this time coming up with the keys. Somehow I made it up the stairs and pushed the key into the door. I remember that a string of Mardi Gras beads caught the door knob as I pushed it closed and broke, scattering little pink balls in the foyer. Up two floors and more fumbling with a door. As I crashed on the sofa in my wet clothes I peered through a drunken fog at my watch, the phosphorus hands read 3:15.

No one is expected at work on time on Ash Wednesday in New Orleans-I took the whole day off. It was around 11 before I woke up, around one before I was conscious. It was as I made my way out of the kitchen, coffee in hand, that I noticed the masks on the floor next to the door. They were pretty typical Mardi Gras masks-these made for children. Openings for eyes, a covering for the bridge of the nose, leaving the lower face uncovered. One was a purplish-red, the other white. They both had feathers of the same color rising like horns from each side. They were in new condition and clean, despite the time they had spent in the gutter.

That's when I remembered the witch. She had accosted me in the crowd, jumping out of the shadows on Bourbon Street. I immediately recognized her as Emma, the housekeeper.

"The masks are your's, Billy Boy," she cackled, running a sharp fingernail down my jaw. "A gift from me."

Then she disappeared back into an alley. How did she know I'd find them in the dark?

I really didn't think about them, they just sat on an end table for two days until I noticed them. Actually, it wasn't me that noticed them, it was Emma's little girl, Suzy, that saw them.

It was a warm afternoon, just a taste of what spring would bring in another month, and I had the windows open and some Coltrane on the record player. Suzy had come in with her mother but, as wasn't uncommon, had stayed behind after Emma finished her routine of emptying the trash and sweeping the rug. Suzy kept puttering around the place, no doubt hoping I'd stop reading and turn on the TV.

"Kin I'z see yo maskt Mizzer Royal?" she said.

"Sure honey."

She picked up the white one and slid it over her forehead, the white plastic making a sharp contrast against her black skin. I watched with some amusement as she started to sway with the music, proving that black people have a talent for dancing.

As she smoothly moved around the room, swaying and turning, I had to put my book down and watch her, a lovely nine year old being uninhibited and free. I smiled when she, in a perfect pantomime of the strippers in the clubs, pulled one of the straps on her shift over her shoulder. My amusement turned first to surprise, then to shock, and then to unabashed lust-filled wonder as she worked the other strap down, then slowly pulled the shift down, stepping out of it, still dancing in her flowered panties.

The whole time, she never looked at me. She seemed totally unaware of her surroundings, certainly not concerned that I was watching her. As she danced she started to run her hands up and down her body, from her thighs, over her hips, then up her ribs and finally across her completely flat chest. Her fingers paused to rub back and forth across her dark nipples Then, each time she moved her hands back down, they came closer to the center until, once, her fingers moved across her sex and pushed into the dark gap between her thighs. On the next cycle, first up, then down, one of her hands slid under the panties and she leaned forward, obviously a little overcome by the sensations she was giving herself.

She squatted down, her knees sticking out at angles, still fingering herself underneath the cotton, then fell back on her butt and lay back on the floor, her knees bent. This whole time she seemed totally oblivious of her surrounding as she worked herself up. She pulled her panties down around her ankles, providing me of my first view of her pussy. Her slit was quite small, just a crease that barely made the turn up in front. She was now on her back, moving her fingers up and down her slit, then she pushed one of her fingers deep into her preteen pus. At the same time she groaned. Over the next minutes, her movements became more desperate, one hand provided the fingers to push up inside while, with the other, she shivered her burgundy colored clit from side to side. She was on her back, lifting her ass off the floor as she madly masturbated, humping into the air on her feet and shoulder blades.

My cock was rock hard across my hip, straining the fabric of my jeans and I couldn't help but rub it through the denim as the little girl, wearing nothing but the white mask, madly fucked herself on the floor in front of me. She never looked at me as she built, her fingers wetted from her pussy, her head turning side to side. Her tiny nipples were sticking up, little half-marble sized bumps on her dark chest. She grunted and roughly jammed two fingers deep inside herself as her skin developed a sheen of sweat. As I watched the preteen shudder with her self-administered orgasm, I spugged in my jeans, feeling my sticky cum wet my hip, a dark area spreading on my jeans.

The little one calmed down, letting her butt fall back to the carpet, breathing hard, her fingers still inside her. Her legs fell out, her knees still bent, into a frog-like pose as she continued to pant-still seemingly unaware of my presence. We both calmed. Just as my cum filled pants started to cling and a slight itch started on my hip, the child moved. She sat up, still wearing the mask and looked around. Without seeing me, she lifted up her panties and pulled them on, then stood. She picked up her shift and stepped into it, covering her lovely little body back up. Smoothing it down she seemed to look around, getting her bearings. Then she pulled off the mask, looking at it with a confused expression. She dropped it, turned and went out the door, never saying a word.

For the rest of the day I had trouble believing what had happened. When I saw her as she and her mother were leaving she just said, "Bye Msa Royal," just as usual. Her mother smiled, "See you tomorrow Billy."

"Have a nice evening, Emma," I responded-feeling a little uncomfortable.

Over the next couple of days the whole incident seemed to become more like a dream. I went back to work on Thursday, the place was cleaned as normal-Thursday dusting, Friday the kitchen and bathroom. The Landlord, Mrs. Malcomb, insisted that we use Emma for maid service. An extra $50 a month in the rent but it kept the 5 flat building clean and mostly free of vermin. Some of the other renters grumbled but I didn't mind.

The masks spent the next two days on the coffee table as I went back to my routine of working and drinking. Then, on Friday afternoon I came home in a slow rain. I fried some ham and potatoes, then sat and watched TV. Maybe later I'd go out but, for now, I was content to sit and watch a game show. Later, Ed Sullivan would be on, then I'd go out after.

As usually happens, it wasn't long before there was a quiet knocking at my door. Leslie, the landlady's little girl usually found an excuse to come over when she heard the TV. In those years, they were still a bit of a novelty.

"Can I come in and watch TV Mister Royal? Mommy says it's OK." Leslie is a really cute 10 year old blonde. Her curly corn silk hair was in a pony tail that reached half way down her back. She was wearing a one piece jumper, yellow with buttons in the front down to a red ribbon waist band. The bottom was shorts that ended just above mid thigh. The little girl hung around as much as her mother would let her, her father had been killed in Nam two years ago.

Walter Cronkite came on and, while I watched, Leslie sort of puttered about the apartment. There was a knock on the door.

"Bill, it's Mary. Is Leslie in there?"

"Door's unlocked Ma'am," I called, standing up.

Mary came in, her daughter walking over to her.

"Honey, I got to go to the Alter Guild, get the church ready for Sunday."

"Awe, Ma, do I have to come?" the little one whined.

"Come on honey. Doin' the Lord's work 'ill do your soul good."

"She can stay with me," I said...then I realized the offer really wasn't welcome.

"Pleeese Mommy."

Mary looked up at me, her face calming as she realized that she'd get some time to gossip without "little ears" around. "You sure it ain't too much trouble? I'll be 'bout an hour."

We went through the usual pleasantries and Leslie was admonished "not to pester," but in just a few minutes Mary was out the door and Leslie was settling down again to watch TV.

By now sports was on and her interest quickly waned. That's when she took a close interest in the masks.

"Can I try one on?" she asked.

My heart started to beat faster. "Sure, honey."

This time there was no music playing. She pulled the pink mask over her head and turned to watch the TV, sitting on the floor between the sofa and the coffee table. At first, I thought I was going to be disappointed but, after a couple of minutes I noticed some rhythmic movements of her shoulder and knee.

"Here, honey, why don't you sit in the couch?" I asked.

She just ignored me but did turn sideways some and lay down on the floor. Now I could see that she was rubbing herself through her jumper, pushing her hand into her crotch, moving it up and down along her slit. Then, with her other hand, she started unbuttoning her jumper, awkwardly working the blue buttons loose, one by one. Then, leaving her pussy for a moment, she worked the jumper off her shoulders and, still laying on her back, pushed it down and off, taking her panties with it. She immediately returned to fingering herself, this time rubbing along her slit and then pushing a finger up inside her.

Without thinking, I leaned down and put my hand on her knee. She brushed it away like it was a fly, going back to herself. Again I reached out and rubbed the inside of her thigh. Suddenly she grabbed my hand, squeezing much harder than I'd ever thought a ten year old could.

"NO!!" she commanded-a remarkable vehemence in her voice. I pulled back.

She went back to pleasuring herself, seemingly unaware of me.

Les was a little bit chunky, her body looked soft and she had slight rises under her pink nipples, not breasts. Her pussy lips were thick and deep, her finger pushing along the furrow. Only occasionally did I get glimpses of the folds deeper inside. As she fingered herself she pushed a finger up inside her, spreading her legs wide with her knees up to help her reach. She must have cum three times in quick succession, each time squeaking a high, "Eh...eh....eh..."

She then calmed down, sinking back and seemingly going to sleep. I was desperate for my own release but just couldn't bring myself to jack off with her right there so I quietly got up and went into the bathroom. My cum splattered on the counter across from the shitter. When I went back out, Leslie was sitting cross-legged, fully clothed, watching TV. The mask was back in its place on the coffee table.

I had to work that Saturday on the docks, operating a boom unloading ships, then that night I spent getting totally wasted in The Quarter. I slept while the good people were at church, then stayed in the rest of the day. Monday was a day off.

Emma and Suzy were around that day, Leslie was in school (in 1966 New Orleans nobody cared if a little black girl went to school). Around 3:30 I heard the sounds of girl's voices chanting and looked out to see them both with a jump rope. They had tied one end to a railing and Leslie was swinging the rope while Suzy jumped. It had been threatening rain all day and, about that time, gray droplets started to hit the concrete.

The girls were running up and down the halls, making some noise. Twice I heard Emma call out a door to shush them. There was a light tapping at my door.

Suzy had always been more forward, "Mizza Royal, kin we watched TV?"

"Sure girls, come on in," my heart started beating a little faster as the two little ones came into my apartment. I settled them on the floor and tuned the set into some afternoon cartoons-Bugs, then sat down on the sofa behind them. I half watched TV, half watched the girls and pretended to be reading a book. The masks sat on the coffee table between us.

When Suzy saw the masks, she acted like she had never seen them before. "Kin I'z see that mask?"

"Sure hon," I said-my heart went a bit faster.

This got Leslie's attention and she looked to see what was going on-again she seemed to have never seen the masks before.

As before, Suzy went for the white one while Leslie took the pink one. They played for a few seconds, one holding the mask up to the other and giggled some. Then Suzy took the pink mask from Leslie and slipped it over Leslie's head. Leslie did the same for Suzy.

Both girls calmed down, there movements slowed. First, Leslie leaned forward and took Suzy's hand, then Suzy leaned in and the two girls started kissing. I couldn't believe it! After just the first rubbing of their lips, they opened their mouths and I could see that they were exploring each other with their tongues. Meanwhile, Les had directed Suzy's hand to her crotch where the black little girl was rubbing her blonde friend through the yellow cotton shorts-jumper she was wearing. Leslie reached up and started unbuttoning Suzy's dress opening it down to her stomach, then gently pulling it off her shoulders and down around her waist. Suzy was wearing a cotton sleeveless undershirt which Leslie pulled over her head.

Next, seemingly by an unspoken command, Suzy lay back and, lifting her hips to assist, Leslie pulled the dress and white flowered panties down and off of the little black girl. Now, as Suzy lay on the floor, her legs comfortably apart (her position giving me a wonderful view between her thighs and up to her pussy lips), Leslie stood up and, looking down at her friend, pulled her jumper down and off but left her blue panties covering her girl charms.

For the next 10 minutes I watched as the white girl knelt next to her black lover, on her hands and knees and first kissed her, then slowly worked her way down, sucking alternately on one, then the other nipple. As she did this, she insinuated her fingers between her playmate's pussy lips and, after gently rubbing her clit, pushed a finger up inside, finger fucking her friend.

I simply couldn't stop myself. I had been rubbing my cock through my pants for several minutes, even sliding my hand down inside to position my cock up and to the side. But it just wasn't good enough and I unbuckled my belt, then loosened the snap and zipper, then pulled my pants down around my hips to free my dick. Now, with it free, I was able to stroke it properly as I watched the two preteen lovers on the floor in front of me.

Leslie moved down and ran her tongue along the dark brown lips. Instantaneously Suzy was rocked by an orgasm. She arched her back and lifted her ass off the floor, pushing her pussy into her playmates face. A guttural groan escaped her throat as she shivered in her climax.

When she calmed, Leslie straightened up, on her knees, her hips straight, her knees between Suzy's. Now it was Suzy's turn to give and Leslie's to receive. The little black girl sat up, her face at the level of Leslie's sex. She reached up and pulled the blue cotton panties down, uncovering her ass for me to see. Then she leaned forward and, from the arch of Leslie's back, her head being thrown back and her hissing intake of breath, I knew that the black girl's tongue was moving along the white lips of her lover.

From my vantage point behind Leslie, really all I could see was the blondes round ass below her long hair. Suzy's legs and knees stuck out on either side, her knees up, but the position looked rather awkward. Les started to lean forward, pushing Suzy down, back onto the floor. She was almost laying on her friend, then started to crawl up, and got back on her knees, lowering her sex on the black girl's face.

Leslie had her knees on either side of Suzy's head, her hands on the floor above her. I could see Suzy's chin nestled between the pale skin of Les' ass cheeks, her tongue moving along the child's slit. Meanwhile, Les had let her knees flop put to the side, spreading her pussy for me, and she was fingering herself, moving her clit in little circles and occasionally probing deeper into her sex.

By this time, I had my pants around my ankles and was madly jerking off as I watched these two preteens make love to each other. The pressure built and I let fly with a jet of sperm that landed on the floor, not a foot from Suzy. More slime ran down the back of my hand and dripped onto the upholstery.

There was a small whimper from Leslie, she shivered and pushed her open slit against her playmate's mouth. At the same time, Suzy pushed two fingers up inside herself, sinking them to the second knuckle, and lifted her legs off the floor as she mechanically humped against her hand.

Leslie fell forward, her arms folding, her ass in the air, pinning Suzy's head under her torso. Suzy seemed to sink down, again in a frog leg position, her hand slipping over her hip and onto the floor next to her, her other hand that had been squeezing the back of Leslie's thigh tight enough to leave red welts, relaxed.

Now Leslie rolled to her left and ended up sitting, her knees up and legs spread, her hands behind her, her reddened pussy opened for me to see. She looked around her with some confusion and Suzy also sat up, slowly shaking her head. I grabbed my pants and pulled them up, standing as I zipped, snapped and buckled. The girls seemed to be unaware of me, or each other, as they retrieved their clothes and dressed. In turn, each took off her mask and set it on the carpet next to her, then turned and started watching TV. The cartoons had progressed from bugs to Cash Cargo. A while later Leslie's mother called for her in the hallway and both girls scampered out, ignoring me.

The next week, I put in a lot of overtime on the docks, doing 12 hour shifts and crashing at home after a couple of beers. On Thursday, when I got home, I noticed that the place had been cleaned, you could tell from the pleasant smell at the door but it was Friday morning that I noticed the green mask on the end table with to two other ones. My heart started pounding when I saw it-it wasn't a child's, this one was full sized.

To say I was jumpy for the next few days, and distracted, is an understatement. This even caused me to make a couple of mistakes at work, much to the disgruntlement of a couple of coworkers who could have been hurt. I did, however, have to do some thinking.

First, all this happened over 30 years ago-1966. Back in that day, even in as cosmopolitan a city as New Orleans, people didn't take much notice of what happened to poor black girls. The chances of my being prosecuted for "indecent liberties with a minor" were zilch, if that minor happened to be a 'negro' as we called them back then. Leslie was a different story and I really didn't relish the idea of spending the next few years as a guest of the State of Louisiana.

So, as I saw it, the worst that could happen is that I'd be asked to find another place of residence. Then, on top of the, consider who had given me the fucking masks? Certainly a witch like Emma knew exactly what was going on.

On Monday morning I woke up to the sound of the vacuum cleaner in the hallway. As I looked down at the street, there was Leslie and Suzy, standing on the sidewalk talking. Leslie had her lunch box and a couple of books, Suzy was empty handed. Leslie started down the street in the direction of the public school, Suzy watched her go for a minute, then climbed the steps and came into the building. I sat down to read the newspaper.

It was maybe an hour later when there was a knock on the door. Emma stood there with Suzy in front of her.

"Mista Royal. I gotta go check on my brother, he got hurt at work las week, and Suzy here don't want ta go. Could you keep a eye on her?...If ya ain't doing nothing."

"Sure," my heart hit about 500 beats per minute, "how long will you be."

"Well sa, it's a long bus ride if I don't catch ta express, an I think I's already missed it. I may be till afta lunch."

"No problem, I've got food for her, she won't eat much."

With the usual instructions to behave, Emma left down the street and I considered what to do.

"Kin I turn on the TV?"

"Sure."

She sat down in front of the set but couldn't find much to watch. The soaps had already started. I went back to my paper but couldn't read.

It wasn't long before she found the masks and slipped the white one on. She picked up a magazine and started thumbing through in, not really seeming to pay much attention to anything. My dick was already getting hard in my trousers.

Without saying a word she got up and went down the hall into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. A few seconds later the toilet flushed, then I heard the door open. From where I was sitting, the hallway was behind me, I pretended to be reading. I looked over as she came into the room and caught my breath.

With the exception of the mask, Suzy was a naked as the day she was born, carrying her yellow dress in one hand, her blue panties in the other. All she did was sit down on the floor and watch the TV. At this point, I was beside myself with lust, my heart was pounding and I could feel that I was flush. I went across the room to where the green mask lay next to the pink one. I put it on.

What happened was, well, weird. The room seemed to fade some, sort of like seeing it through a mist, everything but Suzy. She immediately looked at me and smiled, but she didn't seem to be wearing the mask, at least, I didn't notice it. She turned around to face me, her hands behind her, holding her up, her knees bent and her legs comfortably apart, giving my an awesome display of her brown preteen snatch.

I don't remember taking my clothes off but I had just stepped out of my pants and was standing over her, looking down at her past my hard-on. Then I knelt down and, without even kissing her or saying a word, leaned down and started licking her smooth cunt. Suzy lay down, her hands on either side of my head, and pushed her clean snatch up against my mouth as I explored her with my tongue. Her legs spread wide, I sucked on her little brown clit ridge, then pushed between the small lips. I reached up and spread them with my thumbs, her cunt was dark pink inside her brown lips, a half moon cherry (maybe a burgundy grape) closed it off some.

I went back to licking her snatch and was soon rewarded by her arching her back, pulling my hair with her clenched fists as she rolled, cumming hard and breaking out in a sweat.

Now she sat up and pushed me away, I was kneeling in front of her, between her spread legs, my cock sticking up. She just bent over forward and took me in her mouth. With a groan I straightened up and watched as she moved her head back and forth, taking me into the back of her throat, then pulling back and licking my bulb. This lasted for about three minutes, once she lifted my cock and licked my balls.

Then she pushed me and I fell back onto my butt, then lay back as the little nine year old crawled foreword on top of me. She got up on her feet, squatting, and, taking my cock with both hands, lowered herself. Her pussy opened and she placed my head just behind her clit against the pulled- apart inner lips. Then she bore down.

I was expecting her to stop, a sharp intake of breath with pain as she did this but, instead, half my dick disappeared inside the little girl. God, she was tight, but there was no blood, no busted cherry, no pain. She started bouncing up and down on me and grunting with each drop. I had an amazing view of my cock fucking the child but soon the feeling of her smooth and incredibly tight little girl fuck hole was causing me to loose concentration. She fell forward, still rocking as I uncontrollably humped to meet her. She groaned and I blew my load deep inside the little one, pumping her full of my sperm. We lay on the floor, her on top of me, for a few moments and calmed down. My cock slipped out of her cunt.

Then she rolled off of me, sitting on the floor and pulled her mask off. She looked at me with a somewhat confused but vacant expression. Then she saw her clothes and reached for them. She seemed unaware of me.

I got up and went for my clothes, in a pile next to the sofa. She pulled her dress on over her head, then, still sitting, pulled her panties on, lifting her butt. She stopped and ran her hand down between her legs, then inspected her fingers, wetted with my goo. She absently smeared them down her front, then went back to watching TV. I buckled my belt and pull my shirt back on, then sat down. A little while later she asked me for a snack.

Now, I had some thinking to do. I don't know what the magic was that was happening but it was obviously magic. The fact that Suzy had taken half my cock with no pain, no blood from a ruptured cherry-she had fucked me like it was an every day thing for her, that was weird. I needed to see whether her cherry was intact. Actually, I was beginning to wonder whether any of it had happened, maybe it was all in my head. So, how was I going to figure out whether she was still a virgin? Obviously I had to get her to put the mask back on. Then I remembered her smearing my jez down her front. After she had finished the peanut butter sandwich I made her I called her over to stand in front of me and primped her hair, and the like, retying a bow that had been pulled out of place. A close look at the light cotton showed a bit of stiffness, a slightly crusty dark area down the side of her dress.

On Wednesday evening I discovered that Emma was watching to two girls while Mary went to a bridge game. Here was my chance for more fun and I lured the two little ones into my place with the promise of pizza and TV. Emma seemed content to sit in Mary's apartment and listen to a gospel radio show. I had already decided that I wouldn't use my mask, I'd just try to get a good look at Suzy.

It wasn't long before I had another preteen lesbian show going, the two girls were naked in my kitchen, Leslie sitting on the table with Suzy on her knees, madly licking the white girl's cunt. I noticed that Leslie was a lot more vocal than Suzy and, in her way, a lot more aggressive. She had climbed up on the table right after dropping her shorts on the floor and had spread her legs wide, then reached down and spread her pussy lips, displaying her inner charms for her lover. Now, while she was being licked and sucked, she was directing her friend, holding her head and moving it up and down as different parts of her needed stimulation.

Suzy pushed two fingers inside her friend, almost all the way in, as Leslie lay back on the table, Suzy vigorously fucking her and also, occasionally, leaning down to lick her slit. She came in waves, arching her back and shivering as she had a series of orgasms that lasted for at least two minutes.

Now it was Suzy's turn on the table, she lay back on her elbows as Leslie knelt between her dangling legs. I got up and stood right behind Leslie, my cock in my hand, and, almost as if she had been asked, Suzy lay back, lifted her legs up and reached around under her ass cheeks. She spread her pussy wide open for her friend and, just before Leslie's tongue slid into the gash, I caught a glimpse of her pinkish-purple cherry-still very much intact.

I went back to the couch and jerked off as Leslie brought Suzy to a crashing orgasm, her legs in the air over Leslie's shoulders. Then the two grade schoolers straightened up and embraced, exploring each other's mouths with tongues. But, soon things calmed down and the two ended up sitting on the floor in front of the TV. First Suzy removed her mask, then put on her clothes, oblivious to her friend, wearing nothing but a mask next to her, then Leslie went into the bathroom and when she came out she wasn't wearing her mask. She just walked to the kitchen where her clothes were in a pile on the floor and dressed, then took another piece of pizza and sat down on the floor in front of the TV.

Whatever was going on was very strong magic. Somehow things were happening when the girls had the masks on that didn't really happen in real life. Obviously, things happened to me that really didn't happen. Also, I was obsessed, out of control. For the next three days all I could think of was Leslie. Again my work suffered and I got chewed out by the foreman for not thinking. Oh boy, but was I thinking!

I didn't have long to think, however, because at about 8:30 on Thursday night there was a soft tapping on my door.

"Mr. Royal, can you help me with my homework?" Leslie stood there with a binder and a thick text book. "Mommy said she didn't know and said you might be able to help."

I let the little one in, "What is it, hon?" I remembered that she was in the fourth grade.

"Fractions! I HATE them!" she said.

I tried to remember that stuff, it'd been a while. "Well, let me take a look."

I sat down on the sofa and she knelt on the floor between me and the coffee table, pulling out her book and a worksheet of problems. We sat and worked for a while and I soon remembered it all. I also realized that she didn't have the idea of 'least common denominator' down and was trying to add and subtract fractions the way you multiply them. She was amazed when I showed her the trick of flipping the second fraction in a division problem, then multiplying. We had been at it for about 15 minutes when Mary knocked.

"Have you got Leslie?" she called through the door.

"It's open."

"Is she being a pain?"

"Oh, not at all. I'm showing her how to do fractions."

"Well, I'm glad someone around here remembers that stuff, I sure don't."

Mary left, going back to her radio show and Leslie and I finished up the 25 problems. I showed her how to check her work so she knew she had a 100.

"Now I have reading," she said. "My reader's at home."

"Go get it and I'll read to you."

She scampered out of the apartment and in less than a minute was back. Soon we were settled on the couch, she cuddled up to my side, and I read to her about a little boy and a little girl living in India. Soon she was bored and started looking around the room, not following in the book like I had told her. She was in the crook of my arm, I had my hand comfortably on her thigh, feeling it through the thin fabric of a set of white and pink jammies.

Suddenly she rose up and reached across me, digging an elbow into my hip, and retrieved her mask off the end table. My heart started to pound. She pulled the mask on and then looked up at me and smiled.

"Aren't you going to put yours on?"

Again she reached across me and grabbed the green mask. The book had fallen to the side and she climbed onto me, straddling my hips, facing me. She lifted the mask and put it on me. Again the room faded, all but Leslie and, again, I didn't notice a mask.

She smiled at me, her face even with mine, then reached each of her arms down and across her front and pulled her pajama top up and over her head. My heart was in my throat and my cock was about to tear out of my jeans.

"So, what ya go'na do?" she asked in a smart-ass voice.

I brought my hands up along her sides, then back and up through her hair. I pulled her toward me and I was rewarded by her tongue caressing mine. I brought my hands forward and, with my thumbs, massaged her little breast buds and I felt her writhe a little. She started pulling at my shirt and I let her pull it off me.

It wasn't until later that I realized that neither of the girls had ever talked before, but now this incredibly horny fourth grader was perfectly willing to tell me exactly what she wanted.

After she broke the kiss she lifted off of me and started pulling at my belt. "I want to see your thing," she said. I helped her and, as my pants went over my knees and around my ankles she grabbed my cock with both hands. She stroked it up and down, rather roughly, a couple of times. "Does that feel good?" She looked at me, then down at my cock. Then she leaned down and started sucking on my bulb. I leaned back, straightening my legs as much as I could. "Does that feel good?" she asked.

I ran my one of my hands along the side of her face and through her hair, with the other I gripped the arm of the sofa, trying to maintain control. She licked the bottom of my cock, then sucked on one of my balls before moving up to the head again. There were little burping noises as she suck.

I was really building and she pulled away, looked up and laughed, sort of too herself. "You've got to do the same thing to me now." She stood up and pulled he bottoms off, her smooth cunt at the same level of my face. Reaching down she spread the lips, uncovering her clit ridge. "Can't you wait to taste that?"

I stood up and she reached out and, again, grabbed my enraged cock, pulling it as she went around me and sat down. She sat on the edge and, again, sucking on me for just a few moments, then she lay back, spreading he legs. "My turn."

I worked my shoes off and stepped out of my crumpled pants, kicking them back and, in the process, moving the coffee table away from the couch. Then I knelt down and, as I leaned over her to kiss her, my cock pushed against her mons. She lifted it up and off of her, "In a few minutes, DEAR!"

All I could do is laugh a little before our tongues were, again, jousting. I moved down and started sucking on her right nipple while, with one hand, I gently pinched and twisted its mate and, with the other hand, I fingered her smooth pussy, working the lips apart and pushing into the moist warmth between. Her hand was on the back of my neck and she writhed a little, breathing hard. I explored her preteen sex with my fingers, first moving around her bud, then down to the opening, working my finger from side to side, then pushing in. She caught her breath as my finger went in up to the second knuckle. I fucked her in and out while rubbing her clit with my thumb and switching to her other nipple.

She put her hand on the top of my head and gently pushed, letting me know exactly what she wanted. I left a trail of spit down her chest and belly as I moved down to her hairless slash and started licking. She drew in a ragged breath and lifted one of her legs off the floor as she also slid lower on the couch.

I must have licked and sucked her for 10 minutes. At one point I had pushed both her legs up, her feet in the air over my head, her hips spread as far as they would go, her nine year old pussy as wide open as it had ever been. I also inspected it and, no question, her cherry, almost closing her entire canal except for a small hole in the middle, was fully intact, even after my vigorous finger fucking.

She had just finished cumming for the umpteeth time when she threw her arms over her head, "Put it in me, NOW!"

I straightened up and admired the chubby pink little girl laying out there for me, ready to be fucked, panting, sweating, desperate, her cooch glistening with my saliva and her own juices. I straightened up and, sliding the end of my cock up and down her lips, worked them apart. She still had her arms over her head, she laughed a little. "Come on, push it in," she said.

"You really want to get fucked, don't you Leslie." I pulled away, teasing her.

"You want to fuck me too, just like you did Suzy."

That was a little surprising, from the way Suzy had been, I sort of assumed she didn't even know she had been fucked. All I could do is push forward.

It was awesome watching my cock part her lips, watching first just the beginning of the head, then the whole bulb, then some of the shaft disappear into her incredibly tight and warm cunt. She took almost half of me before I reached the top. Again, there was no gasp of pain, no tears, no blood.

I pulled back, then pushed back in and she arched her back. "Oooooo.....yeah," she moaned, again lifting her feet off the floor, pulling her knees up to spread her snatch wider. I started a regular humping, moving slowly in and out of her and she started to move with me. We built quickly, she had already cum a half dozen times and I was really near the edge when we started.

I really jammed into her and she yelped when I exploded my cum against her preteen womb. I pounded in and out of her, pumping what seemed like a gallon of sperm into her, a froth of my white goo appearing around the opening of her cunt. I leaned forward against her, wrapping my arms around her little shoulders, feeling her arms around me, her legs clasped around my ass as we both panted.

There was a clunk like a door closing.

"Fuck!, What was that!" I straightened up.

"Probably the wind," she said, still panting.

I lifted up and pulled my cock out of her. Her pussy was oozing with my slime. She reached down with both hands and rubbed it around, moving her soft vulva, massaging it and pushing some back inside her.

I stood up, taking in the scene as some last cum dripped out of my dick and onto the floor.

The little girl sat up, now changed, and looked around. She took off the mask and looked confused and dazed. Then she leaned forward and picked up her pajama bottoms and panties and started pulling them on. I took the hint and started dressing also, not saying a word. I dropped the mask back on the end table, Leslie had already gotten dressed again and picked up her reader, concentrating on it. I sat down next to her.

We were silent as she worked through it, turning a couple of pages, I read over her shoulder, not really believing what had just happened. She asked me to read a couple of hard words for her. When she finished she said she had to go home, collected her books and went out the door, leaving me to wonder.

The next day when I got home from work the place had been cleaned-and the masks were gone. I sat in silence, waiting for the knock on the door that I knew was coming. It was almost dark when it came. I knew my life was at an end.

"It's open," I called.

I was surprised that Mary and Emma didn't have a cop with them when they came in and silently sat down.

"So, Billy boy, you liked the masks?" Emma said.

"Ahhh, yeah...where are they."

"We took them," Mary said. "They're not needed any more."

"Huh."

"Let me explain," Emma said. "Mary and me here are witches. Witches of a sort that needs to be born, and we can only have little girls."

"The problem is," Mary said, "we can't have babies in the usual way." She paused. "We can only have sex when we're little, and then only once. We chose you to give your seed to Leslie and Suzy. They'll hold it for years, until they're ready, and then they'll have your babies."

It was dawning on me that I had been 'used' (although I certainly didn't resent it!). "I see," I said.

"Wez movin away now, Billy boy. If you see Suzy or Leslie before we go, give them a hug. They're going to miss you."

"Ok," I said.

"I've got a buyer for the building," Mary followed. "He'll be taking over next week. We're moving to San Francisco." The two women got up, "Before we go, we have a little gift for you."

Emma opened her large purse and pulled out my green mask and put it on the table, then she put a small blue one next to it. "This will work on any little one you want. She'll not remember anything and she won't be hurt in any way. Just thought you'd like it as a gift to remember us by." Laughing to themselves the two women walked out of the apartment.