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Subject: {ASSM} I Married Three Girls by Uncle Sky
Date: Thu, 11 Sep 2003 05:10:21 -0400
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Warning! This is an adult story. It was written for adults on an adult
topic. It contains graphic descriptions of sex acts. These acts may involve
pre-teens having sex with adults. If you object to this type of material or
if you are under the legal age to read such material in your area, please
leave now. All others please continue and enjoy yourselves.


The following story is a fantasy. It never happened. It takes place
completely in that dark part of my mind where I store my fantasies. No real
children were hurt or even took part in the writing of this story. Please
do not try this at home.


The codes I have used are for the whole story. They do not all aply to
every chapter.

I married Three Girls
(MF, Mgg, Fgg, Rom, Ped, Inc. slow)
     by Uncle Sky


Chapter one


I did not legally marry three girls as the title implies. But I may as well
have. This is the story of how I met the three girls and what happened to
us.


Before I get into the story, let me tell you a little about myself. I am
6'5" tall and 200 pounds of solid muscle. I have brown hair and eyes and a
full body tan that knocks the girls out. And they all love my twelve inch
cock. Yeah. Right.


If you believe that you will believe anything. The truth in this case is
far from the above. I am sixty-five years old, six foot even and weigh 200
pounds. I am not solid muscle (not even close) and the only tan I have is
on my arms and face from wearing short sleeved shirts and walking a lot.
The eyes are brown and the hair used to be but tends to the grey now. And
the cock mentioned above is most definitely not mine. I think it belongs to
a guy named Holmes. Mine is around six and a half inches at it's best.


So, now you know the truth. Maybe it will help you believe the story. What
it all boils down to is that I am not special. I am probably as average as
you can get. Oh yeah. One other thing. I am not rich. I am retired from the
military and living on a modest but sufficient income. Now on to the story.


About six years ago I went on line for the first time. It was all new to me
and I stumbled around looking for something to interest me. I had heard a
lot about the vast amounts of pornography that were available on the net
and so I went looking. I wanted to see what the big deal was. After about a
month of learning how to do things I found usenet with it's numerous
newsgroups. I scanned through many groups where I saw all kinds of junk and
crazy people. I just lurked because I didn't know anything. Then I found a
group that had what really interested me.


The group was made up of a lot of people who admired and enjoyed looking at
under age girls. There were lots of pictures and lots of discussions that
fascinated me. I watched and read and waited to see what it was all about
before joining in. I discovered that most of those who posted to this group
seemed to be against any harm to children. They were not out to find and
molest them. They just wanted to look and dream. So did I.


I'd never admitted to anyone that I liked little girls. I had looked from
afar for many years but never tried to do anything to any little girl. I
thought I was one of a very small group of bad people and was afraid to be
found out. The group I found helped me realize that I was not so bad after
all and was not in such a small group of people. There are a lot like me
out there.


As time went on I got to recognize the regulars of the group and started to
join in the conversations. Before long I was accepted as a regular. And
then she arrived.


She used a screen name that implied she was a little girl. Just as I used
one that gave the impression I was an old man. In my case that was true but
in hers it was not.


Although I am, and have always been, a very shy person, on line I learned
to flirt with the female posters. It was easy and anonymous. I could say
romantic things if they couldn't see me. I said nice things to the girls
and they seemed to like it. She was no different at first.


This lady and I flirted and posted messages back and forth. We began to
tell each other little things about ourselves. Nothing that would identify
us but personal likes and dislikes and some background. We became friends.
Or at least what passes for friends on line. Before very long we moved into
a private chat room where we could talk more freely. And there we began to
tell each other our secrets. We told each other things about ourselves that
no other living human knew about us. We spoke of our most secret desires.
We told each other about our pasts and the things we had done that we were
ashamed of.


It turned out that we had done similar things and that we understood each
other. We tried to help each other understand who and what we were. We
became closer. And after a while we got to trust each other enough to use
our real names and locations. We exchanged phone numbers and addresses.
Then we started to call each other and spent many hours on the phone. My
phone bill soared. But it was worth every penny. I had found someone who
seemed to understand me and who accepted me for who I really was. And that
person was in many ways like me.


Her name is Callie and she was at that time thirty years old and I was
sixty. She was funny and outgoing and loved sex. And she too admired young
girls. She didn't care that I was twice her age. She liked my maturity and
loved to hear me tell stories of my childhood. We shared more and more of
our lives. And then came the sex.


I told Callie that one of my fantasies involved me having a young daughter
(which I did not) who would seduce me into a sexual relationship. She told
me one of her fantasies was to be such a daughter and seduce her father. We
laughed and made up stories about our fantasies. Then came the call.


The phone rang one morning and as I answered I saw from the caller ID that
it was Callie. The call was unexpected but welcome.


"Hello, love."


"Daddy? Is that you?"


I realized quickly what she was doing and fell into character.


"Yes sweetheart, it's Daddy."


"Oh Daddy I miss you so much. I wish I was there with you now. I need you
to hold me and love me."


"Well, I do love you even if it is from a distance. You know that."


"Yes, but if I was there I could do things that I can't do from here
Daddy."


"What kind of things?"


"I could kiss you and hug you. And I could touch you."


"That would be nice."


"And I could show you my new panties. I think you would like them. They're
your favorite color and nice and soft."


"Blue, like your eyes?"


"Yes Daddy. And if you were here I'd let you feel how soft they are. You
could rub your big hand all over my bottom and down between my legs and
feel how nice and smooth they are over my little cunny."


"Mmm, that would be nice. What else would you let me do?"


"I'd let you undress me and get me ready for bed. And you could lay down
with me and cuddle. And you could rub my body with your strong hands and
make me feel real good. I like it when you rub my little titties with your
fingers. And it feels so good when you kiss them."


"Oh, you like that do you?"


"Yes Daddy. And when you do that it makes me all warm and tingly down
there."


"Down where, love."


"Down in my cunny, silly. You could tell if you were here and did that. It
would be all wet and hot like it is now. You could touch it and rub it and
slide your finger in and out and make me feel so good. You know what
Daddy?"


"What, my little one?"


"I have my eyes closed now and I'm touching myself and thinking it's you
Daddy. Oh it feels so good. It makes my whole body excited and hot. And I'm
going to have a gasm too. Oh I feel it Daddy. You're making me cum and it's
so nice."


As I listened to her little girl voice telling me all these things it gave
me a wicked hardon. I must admit I slipped my cock out and jacked off as I
listened to her cum. After it was over we both told how great it felt. We
had just had phone sex and it was great. Almost like being there.


That was the first of many sexual episodes we shared. We spoke about how
much we wished we could do it in person. I told her I wanted her and
dreamed about her all the time. She told me the same thing.


I guess this is a good place to tell you about my sex life. Don't worry, it
won't take long. I was a virgin until the year I turned eighteen. I had a
few contacts with prostitutes (I was overseas in the Air Force) but nothing
more. I was married at twenty-one. My wife did not like sex. It was her
duty so she allowed it about once a month. There was no kinky stuff. To her
that meant anything but missionary position. I got her to give me a blow
job once but it was a real hassle and she was disgusted and vowed never to
do it again. The truth is I wasn't all that much in favor of it either. She
didn't do it very well. I was married for ten years. No children. Well you
know how they happen and with her there wasn't much chance. I found out
later she was on the pill the whole time we were married.


In the years since my divorce I had one girlfriend and sex with her was
pretty good. She showed me that a blowjob could be fun and I also learned
to eat pussy. But nothing more adventurous than that. She also preferred
the missionary position. The relationship didn't last very long and after
her there was no one else. I again used the services of a prostitute now
and then but that was nothing but wham, bam, thank you m'am and here's your
money honey.


I guess you could say that the phone sex I had with Callie was the most
exciting sex of my life, and remember, I was sixty.


It was about then that I e-mailed her a picture of myself. It was not a
great picture but it was a true likeness. I wanted her to know what I
really looked like. No on line hoaxes.


A few days later I received an envelope from her. When I opened it I found
a snapshot. It showed three beautiful faces. You couldn't see anything
else, just the heads and shoulders. I knew one was Callie but wondered who
the other two were and for that matter, which was Callie?


Later that day I called her. I told her I had received the picture and
asked her about it. She surprised me by saying that she was the one in the
middle and the other two were her daughters. She had not told me that she
had two daughters and was a little afraid it would turn me off or make me
angry for some reason. I told her I thought all three of them were
beautiful and I thought she was so lucky to have two wonderful little
girls. I could tell she was relieved at my reaction.


Callie had told me she had been married at a young age. Now she told me
about the girls. June was ten and Julie was twelve. She and Julie were
often mistaken for sisters because they were about the same size and looked
so much alike. She explained that they were living on child support and
alimony with a little help from the county.


It took a month or so but then it happened. The L word was used. I don't
remember now who used it first but soon enough we were both using it. "I
love you" became a part of every conversation and the beginning and end of
all phone calls.


It was hard to believe that my life had changed so much. In less than a
year I had gone from a lonely old man with no love in his life to a man
with a wonderful young girlfriend who loved him.


As the weeks and months rolled by, the four of us became closer and very
much like a family. I sent the girls small gifts on their birthdays and
from Santa for christmas. They loved the gifts and Callie let them write
e-mails to me. They were so cute. I printed them out and saved them. They
asked if they could call me Uncle Carl and I agreed. They sent me little
hand made cards and things they made in school as gifts for my birthday and
christmas. I saved everything and still have them all.


By the time a year had passed we were talking about how I could manage a
trip to visit them. We talked about it for some time before we agreed on a
plan. As a military retiree I have the right to fly free on military
aircraft on what they call a space available basis. That mean there are no
reservations. You show up and if there is a seat on an aircraft that is
going in your direction and there is no one ahead of you, you get a seat. I
explained that to Callie. I told her that it might take a few days if there
was no flight going directly to her town. I would have to make the trip in
short hops until I reached my destination.


I finally set a date when I would start my trip. I told her I would check
into a motel near where she lived and call her on arrival. We had discussed
it and decided it would be best to meet away from her house the first time.
That way we would have a chance to get to know each other a little and no
nosy neighbors would wonder who the man was visiting her.


I reported to the passenger terminal at a base near where I lived and
signed up for any flight going in the right direction. I got lucky and got
a seat on a flight that afternoon. It took me to another base closer to her
but not close enough. I continued the same procedure for two days and
managed to make the trip without too much delay. I couldn't complain since
it was free.


I took a bus from the base to the motel I had found listed near Callie's
house. When I arrived I called her before I did anything else. She was as
excited as I was. It was late in the day and she told me the girls would be
coming home any minute so we decided she would come to my room in the
morning. I was impatient but agreed it was the best to do it that way. We
did spend most of that evening on the phone though. She didn't tell the
girls I was in town. We wanted to make sure our meeting went well first. If
something went wrong we didn't want them to be disappointed.


The next morning I awoke early. I got up and showered and shaved and
brushed my teeth and went out for breakfast. When I got back to my room I
straitened it up and made the bed. I brushed my teeth again. I checked the
room and sniffed my arm pits to see if the deodorant was working. I put out
the "No Service" sign so that the maid would not interrupt anything. Then I
sat down to wait. And got up and paced. And sat down again. I was nervous
as a kid on his first date. What would she think when she saw me the first
time. What would I say for that matter. Would we still be able to talk the
way we did on the phone or would we be tongue tied the way we both had been
in real life with others. The minute hand on my alarm clock didn't seem to
be moving at all.


Callie had told me she would be there about nine o'clock. That would give
her time after the girls left for school to get ready and then to walk over
to the motel. I was ready by eight. I waited. Then I got up and checked
everything again. And then I waited some more. I looked at the clock. I
thought about what Callie would look like. She had told me she was small
but the only picture she had sent was the one of her with the girls and you
couldn't see her body in that one. She had always seemed a little afraid to
talk about her appearance. I wondered if there was a reason or if she was
just naturally self conscious. It was almost nine. I would soon know.


There was a light knock on the door. I checked the clock and it was exactly
nine, just as Callie had promised. I jumped up from the chair so fast I
nearly knocked it over. I reached the door just as there was another light
knock. I pulled it open and stood there with my mouth hanging open. The
vision that greeted me was totally unexpected but very welcome.


My visitor appeared to be a girl about twelve years old. Her blonde hair
was pulled up in a poney tail and tied with a blue ribbon. Her eyes were a
deep blue and looked up at me from a clean face that was downcast as if she
was very shy. She wore only the slightest touch of makeup that could only
be seen if you looked very closely. The girl was about five feet tall and
weighed about 95 pounds. She was wearing a modest white blouse that was too
loose to allow her breasts to be seen. She wore a blue denim skirt that
came to just above her knees. Her outfit was completed by light blue ankle
socks and tennis shoes.


As I stood there taking it all in she stood with her hands clasped behind
her back and waited for me to speak. When I continued to just stand and
stare at her she finally broke the silence.


"Hello Daddy. Aren't you going to let me in?"

It was Callie. She was playing the little girl role and doing it so well I
had not recognized her. It took the sound of her voice to bring me to my
senses. I stood aside and motioned for her to come in, still speechless.
She stepped into the room and I closed the door. As I turned back to her
she held out her arms asking for a hug just like a little girl might. I
took her into my arms and held her tightly for what seemed like ages.


Callie raised her face to me and pursed her lips inviting a kiss. I leaned
down and pressed my lips to hers and melted. We were both overtaken by
sudden passion. We kissed hungrily, letting our tongues battle and dart
back and forth between our mouths. I was no longer thinking. I was acting
on instinct only. My hands slid down her back and held her ass cheeks. I
pulled her hips forward, grinding them against my pelvis. My cock was
instantly hard and pressing against her belly. Her hands were around my
waist and I could feel her nails digging into my back.


"Undress me Daddy, please. I want you to see me and touch me."


I did as she asked as quickly as I could. She slipped her shoes off as I
unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. As I was unhooking her bra she
unzipped he skirt and they both fell to the floor. She stood for a moment
wearing only a pair of blue panties. The same ones she had described to me
on the phone.


I ran my hands down over her breasts. They were small but perky with pink
nipples standing erect. Even with her clothes off she looked about twelve
and not like the grown woman I knew her to be.


We were both moving fast now, trying to get her panties down and my pants
off. I managed to get her panties down and was greeted by a completely
hairless pussy. I almost came in my pants. Just then she managed to get my
pants open and they fell to the floor. My cock was hard and pointed strait
up as if straining to reach her.


We were standing next to a heavy round table just inside the door. Without
even thinking I lifted her up and placed her on the table on her back. Her
legs wrapped around me and pulled me close. She reached down and took hold
of my cock and rubbed it over her pussy. I could feel the moisture as it
coated the head and then in a moment I was in her. She pushed and I pushed
and we slammed together as my cock buried itself deeply in her hot pussy. I
was all the way in on the first stroke.


It was fast and furious. Both of us were so excited that we pounded
together as if in a panic. No words were spoken. We just fucked, hard and
fast. In just a few minutes we both came. Our orgasms were huge and intense
and lasted for several moments. We held each other tightly as we came down.
Then I carefully helped her off the table.


"Oh Daddy. That was so good. I have been wanting you for so long. Thank you
for making me feel so good." Her voice was still like a little girl.


"Thank you my little one. You have made me very happy. You are even more
beautiful than I thought. And I like the way you dressed for me. It was a
wonderful surprise."


I took her in my arms again and led her over to the bed. We curled up next
to each other and just snuggled for a while. We talked a bit about how much
we both had needed each other. I told her over and over how much I loved
her and how beautiful she was. She continued to call me Daddy as we talked.


After a while I started to caress her. My cock was getting hard again, much
to my surprise, and she was showing signs of excitement as well. But now I
wanted more than a quick fuck.


"Callie, my love. I very much appreciate the fun of playing out our
fantasies. It was wonderful and I will never forget it. But now I want to
make love to Callie, the woman I love."


Callie smiled and answered in her real voice. "I would like that too,
Carl."


End of chapter one.


Comments to: skywrites at webtv dot net

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