Message-ID: <51587asstr$1122268205@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Mail-Format-Warning: No previous line for continuation: Wed Aug 14 16:30:23 2002Return-Path: <chaz_dodgson@yahoo.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com DomainKey-Signature: a=rsa-sha1; q=dns; c=nofws; s=s1024; d=yahoo.com; h=Message-ID:Received:Date:From:Subject:To:MIME-Version:Content-Type:Content-Transfer-Encoding; b=vjSWuyojizEGVbhbjJtmIjbox/oU4POnCGwhthMWxuz9k6QoJed1MKZdkEZCvNraVlTNHl4r01klSi/n3UOy00Xd73kbhQIndgGI4Zikglb68Szo2kYYkq6v7bJkOPZfqq0vdJJZdHmN7GV0LXGS4B/ZdpItK/lHq9Ijs99Bf60= ; X-Original-Message-ID: <20050724181308.44837.qmail@web61225.mail.yahoo.com> From: Charles Dodgson <chaz_dodgson@yahoo.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 24 Jul 2005 11:13:08 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} Tracy_j (Mg8;o,v) -C.Dodgson Lines: 365 Date: Mon, 25 Jul 2005 01:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2005/51587> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, akalexis 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 Reserved. It may not be reproduced in any form for profit including use by membership for fee Internet sites without the written permission of the author. It may be distributed or archived provided that there are no charges and this warning notice is attached and the story is not changed or abridged. To comment send e-mail to chaz_dodgson at yahoo dot com. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! 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