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Date: Mon, 25 Jul 2005 01:10:05 -0400
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When I received the invitation in the mail, I wasn't sure how to respond. I
would be off for summer vacation, but I had hoped to take a few courses to
move me to a higher pay scale.  I hardly knew my uncle John, but here he
was, inviting the whole family down to his ranch.  He had graduated thirty
years ago with a double degree in Finance and Computer Programming just
before the computer revolution hit.  He was working for a large investment
company and made incredibly right calls.  By the time he was forty he was
almost a billionaire.  Then he got into the ground floor of the Internet
and added another zero at the end of his net worth.  Since he was doing
most of his stock trades from smaller countries with low tax rates, he
ended up with just about all he had made.  And because his wealth was
dispersed in different accounts around the world, no one realized how rich
he was.

   He had bought a huge ranch in Northern Australia.  I called my parents
and they had received invitations, too, but they had their own business and
couldn't take off the time.  They encouraged me to go, and said they would
look after my apartment while I was gone.  About then my cousin who lived
in San Diego called them and said she didn't want to leave her new job and
new boyfriend, but wondered if my parents would take her daughter with
them. It ended up that I would go and be the kid's chaperone.  Just what I
always wanted - teaching second grade kids all semester and now, spending
summer with another one.

   My cousin drove to Los Angeles and dropped Tracy off the morning of the
flight.  Tracy was a tiny girl with skinny arms and legs and was completely
flat, front and back, but she had a beautiful face and long blond hair. 
Tracy was quite shy at first, since she had seen me only a few times.  To
make things easier for her, I had asked her mother what kinds of dolls she
liked and had bought her one.  She was happy with the present, and when I
asked if she'd like to stop for pie and ice cream on the way to the airport
she said she would.  My mother hugged me then hugged Tracy, my father
warned me once more about the poisonous snakes and spiders in Australia,
and Tracy and I got on the plane.

   Family members from all over the country had flown into Los Angeles,
changed planes and continued to Melbourne.  Tracy and I joined them on the
flight that left at 6:00 P.M..  One of the more compulsive relatives had
made up sticky name-tags for everyone and slapped mine and Tracy's onto our
chests.  They had been celebrating their all expense paid vacations before
they landed so the group was pretty noisy.  Tracy and I ended up at the
back of the plane in a four seat inside row.  I had gone out of my way to
make her feel comfortable, but she was overwhelmed by all of these loud,
half-smashed people.  She clung to me as we walked up the aisle.

   We watched all the relatives wander up and down the aisles, and they
stopped and introduced themselves since we almost never saw them otherwise.
Finally, they served dinner and people quieted down.  By about nine o'clock
Pacific time the cabin attendants turned off the lights and started the
movie.  Both Tracy and I had seen it before, and we couldn't see over the
heads of the people in front of us so I folded back three arm rests, got
out three blankets, had her lie down on one then covered her with second
one.  I took a Dramamine, not for motion sickness, but to help make me
sleepy, loosened my clothes, then covered myself with the third blanket,
reclined my seat as far as it would go, and fell asleep.

   I woke up a few hours later, and the cabin was completely quiet and
quite dark.  However, what woke me was feeling a hand unzipping my fly and
burrowing into my underpants.  I glanced down, and Tracy had found my penis
and was stroking it.  She slipped her head under my blanket and enveloped
my penis with her warm little mouth.  I was already too aroused to do
anything, and I didn't want to call anyone's attention to what was going
on. I came almost immediately, and she kept licking and sucking me.  I
shrank for a few minutes but quickly regained my erection.  It took longer
this time, but I came again.  And, again she swallowed all my semen and
continued sucking me.  After my third orgasm I leaned forward and
whispered, "I can't take any more.  You can sit up."

   She did so and I tucked myself inside my pants.  Rather than getting
right into what she had just done, and because I had practice talking with
eight year olds, I asked her about general things.  She opened up and
mentioned how she didn't like her mother's last boyfriend.  He had lived
with them for four years and made her do stuff she didn't like to do.

   I asked, "What kinds of things?" I figured he was where she learned to
suck cocks.

   "Oh, they're nasty.  He told me never to talk about them."

   "Well, since he's gone, you don't have to do what he says anymore.  You
can tell me, and I promise I won't tell anyone."

   "He used to make me play with his thing and suck it.  I didn't mind
that, but he used to stick it way down my throat so I'd gag.  He used to
laugh and say that was so I would get used to sucking really big ones when
I grew up.  When I was five, he started shoving his fingers inside me down
here.  It really hurt at first and I bled a lot.  A year ago he started
sticking his thing inside me, and that wasn't so bad.  I always felt like
it would feel better if he kept doing it, but he just did it until he
squirted his stuff inside me, then he'd pull himself out and tell me to go
wash."

   "Three months ago he got caught coming back from Mexico with some drugs.
That was his third time so he got put in jail for a long time.  My mother
started going out with a guy she works with.  I don't know what he's going
to be like, but he always pets my bottom and puts his hands between my legs
when my mother isn't watching."

   "I thought you might like me sucking you so that's why I did it.  You
taste better than he did, and I really like the way your thing feels.  I
hope you liked it, too."

   "Yes, Tracy, you did a great job, but it's something that could get us
into really big trouble if anyone found out about it.  This has to be
super-private.  Do you understand?"

   "I won't tell anyone.  Besides, when I tried to tell my mother about her
boyfriend when he first started, she got really mad at me and spanked me
for making up stories."

   "How old did you say you were when he started?"

   "Four.  He used to pick me up from nursery school and make me do it
before my mother got home.  Oh, how come your skin can go up over the top
of your thing?" I explained about circumcision.

   "It's more fun to slide the skin up and down" she said.  She yawned so I
suggested that we try to sleep and talk some more about it later.

   The rest of the flight was so hectic and people were stopping at our
seats so we didn't get a chance to continue this conversation.  We landed,
changed to a chartered airplane and flew to the landing strip on my uncle's
ranch.  Everyone was given their own bedroom, but Tracy didn't want to be
alone.  A few of the families tried to have her stay with them, but she was
adamant that she share a room with me.  I explained publicly that it wasn't
a good idea for an adult male to share a room with a little girl, even if
she was his cousin, because I didn't want anyone getting suspicious, but
uncle John said, "If she feels safer staying with you, Steve, I don't see
any problem." So we carried her bags to my room.

   We had an early dinner and all went to bed quickly to try to accommodate
to the time change.  She wanted to sleep in my bed so I locked the door and
we got into bed together.  She snuggled up to me so I put my arms around
her tiny warm body and held her.  I woke up at 1:00 A.M.  and went to the
bathroom.  When I came back, she was awake and had taken off her night
clothes.  She lay on top of the sheets with her legs spread showing her
hairless tiny slit.

   "Do you want to fuck me, or do you want me to suck you again?" she
asked.

   Although I had tendencies toward pedophilia, I had never molested any
child because I loved them too much to push them into anything that could
hurt them; however, Tracy was initiating all of this.  In addition, I was
so aroused looking at her beautiful little body that my judgement and
normal caution were overwhelmed.  "Let me try something to repay you for
what you did for me on the airplane."

   I lay next to her and began to pet her body, tell her how beautiful and
wonderful she was, and kiss her gently.  She obviously had never had anyone
really give her any affection because she didn't even know how to respond,
at first.  Soon, she was telling me that she loved me and would do anything
I wanted.  I told her that I loved her, too, but that the basis for love
was doing only what both of you wanted.  I would never ask her to do
anything that she didn't want to do, and if anything I did bothered her,
she should tell me immediately so I could stop.

   Slowly I worked my way down between her legs kissing her as I went, and
finally, I began to lick the external parts of her vulva.  When my tongue
slipped into her tiny slit and found her little clitoris, she went wild. 
She grabbed handfuls of my hair, pressed me close to her and began to lift
her hips rhythmically to slide herself against my tongue and lips.  When
her orgasm hit, her legs flew wide apart then wrapped around my head and
held me tightly against her.  After her fourth in a row she finally relaxed
and went limp.

   I moved up beside her and asked if anyone had ever done that to her. 
"No, that was wonderful.  I hope you can do that to me all the time.  Is
that OK?"

   "Yes, Tracy, it's more than OK.  I love doing it to you as much as you
love me doing it.  Would you like to see what it feels like for me to be
inside you?"

   "Oh yes, and keep it inside as long as you can, OK?"

   I kneeled between her legs, bent forward and began to slide my penis
along her little pink slit.  She felt wonderful as I found her opening and
began to press against it.  It seemed much too small to accept me, but it
slowly stretched, and I began to push inside her.  I felt her slippery
little inner lips open, grasp the head of my cock tightly, then slide down
my shaft as I pressed my penis deeper and deeper inside her tiny body. 
Finally, I reached the end of her small vagina and still was about two
inches from being all the way in.  Since she had stretched so much to
accommodate my diameter, I wondered if she could stretch to accept my
entire six inches inside her.  I kept pressing forward.

   Then I felt something opening and sliding down the head of my cock.  I
was forcing the tightly closed little entrance to her immature uterus open
and my penis moving even deeper into her.  When I was all the way in, I
started to move from side to side.  This effectively pulled me out then
slid me back into her hot little womb, but it also let me rub against her
clitoris.  I worked hard to hold off so she began her orgasm first.  I
immediately joined her, but she kept shaking and thrusting herself against
me.  I could feel her insides spasming around my cock which started me up
again before I even lost my erection.  We pumped and ground against each
other for over an hour.  I came about every fifteen minutes for a total of
four times, but I don't think Tracy ever stopped.  Finally, we were too
exhausted to continue so I held on to her, rolled over, and we both
immediately fell asleep with her on top of me, and me still deep inside
her. My hands were gripping the tiny globes of her flat little girl ass and
holding her close.

   I awakened first and gently slid her off of me so I could go to the
bathroom.  As I finished, she came in and relieved herself then ran back to
bed.  I was instantly there, knelt over her then lowered myself as I held
the point of my erection against her soft warm little hairless lips and
pressed myself deep inside her tiny eight-year-old tube.  She was so hot
and slippery and tight and I was rock hard so I kept going again until I
had penetrated through her cervix and was lodged far into her immature
little womb.  I found that by pressing tightly against her while sliding
sideways as I had the prior night I could both stimulate her clitoris and
not pull completely out of her uterus.  The head of my cock was sliding in
and out of the hot fleshy orifice that clamped down on it far inside her.
This little girl was doing wonderful things to my cock that no adult woman
had ever come close to doing.

   My orgasm was extremely powerful and prolonged.  Even then I couldn't
stop.  I kept pumping ferociously while Tracy was coming just as strongly.
After over a half hour of constant orgasms we finally separated then went
in and took a shower together.  I loved feeling her firm young body as I
slid my hands all over it washing her thoroughly.  She concentrated on
washing my cock and ass.  We rinsed off, dried ourselves, both dressed and
went to breakfast.

   While we joined in the festivities as necessary, we spent as much time
as possible in our room sucking and fucking each other.  About a week after
we arrived, my uncle got me aside and asked if I would like to take over a
public service orphanage he had set up a few miles from the house, but
still on his ranch.  "It's a tempting offer, but I really have to get back
to the U.S.  I've got a job and friends there." I was also thinking that it
would be hard enough being separated by a hundred and twenty miles from
Tracy.  I couldn't take losing her just after we found each other by living
on different continents.

   "That's too bad, Steve, because I thought you might like to continue
teaching Tracy.  I've called her mother and asked what she thought of
letting Tracy live with me since we have horses, other kids, plenty of
recreational facilities and an excellent private school.  She agreed right
away.  I have a video tape of a course outline that you may want to look
at. It might convince you of the value of staying here.  You have a
videocassette player in your room.  I have to catch up with a group that's
going out to see some of the exotic birds.  Tracy and most of the other
kids are coming with us." He handed me the tape, turned and left.

   Now I was really confused, because going home would separate me from
Tracy rather than allowing us to be close together.  I wasn't sure I wanted
to emigrate from the U.S., but I also didn't want to have Tracy live
halfway around the world from me.  I walked to my room, put the tape in and
started it.  Suddenly, I saw Tracy and me on the bed.  She was animatedly
sucking my cock.  I jumped up, closed and locked the door, walked around
and found the tiny hole that must have had a video camera behind it.

   My heart fell as I continued watching scenes of us doing everything
sexual we had enjoyed for the last week.  There was no way I could escape
from the ranch.  I was screwed.  The only thing I couldn't figure was why
he hadn't had me arrested already.  Maybe he didn't want to get in the way
of the festive atmosphere and was waiting until we all were ready to go
home.  Still, why didn't he separate Tracy and me, and why the job offer?

   Suddenly, the scene changed.  It was my uncle sitting in front of the
camera.  "Steven, my offer still holds, and you and Tracy can continue
sharing a bed as long as you want.  Dependent on your desires there are
other similar amenities available to you if you accept the job.  We can
talk when I get back."

   As soon as I could find Tracy I told her I had to talk with her in
private.  I explained everything and asked what she wanted to do.  "I'd
love staying here, especially if we can stay together the way uncle John
said.  We could keep doing all that stuff, and I just love it, especially
with you, Steve."

   I waited for uncle John, and when he showed up, I got him aside and
said, "We both accept, but I'm confused.  Even though Tracy instigated it,
I'm surprised that you've taken it in stride."

   He smiled and said, "Well, Steve, your proclivities may run in the
family because I share them - not that I'm asking to share Tracy, but she's
a lovely girl, and you have excellent taste.  In addition, from watching
your behavior it's obvious that you aren't just exploiting her, but rather
that you really do have feelings for her."

   "However, I often take one of the kids from the orphanage for a special
vacation at the ranch for a week or two.  That would be available to you,
too."

   We flew home, packed our respective belongings, and I shipped them to
Australia then Tracy and I flew back to my uncle's ranch.  He had a number
of smaller homes for employees, and he gave us one so we'd have more
privacy.  We seldom saw anyone for the first year because Tracy and I spent
almost all our free time in bed with me sliding deep inside her.  We
started using birth control when she turned ten.

   She had quite a few friends from school.  When she turned thirteen, she
asked, "What do you think of me having a boyfriend?"

   "I think it's great.  That's what girls your age begin to do."

   "What would you think if we had sex?"

   "As long as it's your choice and you take proper precautions it's fine.
Would you like me to get you a prescription for birth control pills?" I
asked.

   "Uh, no.  I already got them.  I wasn't sure if you'd be mad so I didn't
tell you, but I already have a boyfriend and we've been having sex for the
last month."

   "It's better to be honest, even if you think you might upset me. 
However, I get the feeling you have something you want to talk about."

   "Well, I think it would be better if I only had sex with him, but I
don't want you to be upset if we stop."

   "I've very carefully avoided taking advantage of what our uncle offered
me when we first came, but the little seven and eight-year-old girls in my
classes are really quite cute, and some of them have hinted that they are
available and willing.  I can switch to one or two of them."

   "Oh Steve, I love you" Tracy said, and hugged me.  She moved into the
big house so I'd have privacy and she could entertain her boyfriend in her
room.

   The next day at the end of class I talked with Sandra and subtly let her
know that I found her very attractive and wondered if she had been hinting
at what I thought she was.  I figured that not wearing panties and
spreading legs for me to see in class was a fairly strong hint.  "Oh, Mr.
Jordan, I'd love to fool around and do sex stuff with you, if that's what
you mean.  But, my girlfriends want to do it, too.  Would you be willing to
do it with all four of us?"

   I still loved Tracy, but now I knew I wouldn't have to worry about being
sexually deprived.

   ===

   This fictional story is (c) Copyright 2001 by C.  Dodgson.  ALL Rights
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