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Forward:
This is my second story, though it's the first one I've posted.  The
first story has become...  complicated.  I hope to finish it this year, but
there are other story lines drawing me away.

   My hat is now off to all the writers who post here.  I never realized
just how much work went into a story until I actually wrote one.  My thanks
goes out to all of you.  Also, a hat tip to those who edit, format and do
the behind the scenes work required to make writers not appear like a bunch
of morons.

   I write because it's the way I deal with the "impure" thoughts I have.
Yes, one could argue that they are actually my "purest" thoughts, as I have
yet felt a desire to write in any other genre, but that's just semantics. I
write these simply because no one has written stories just this way,
(though many are damned close!).  If some one had, I wouldn't bother to
have written mine.

   To the gods, devils and critics I say this.  If you enjoy what I write,
cool.  If you have an opinion or an observation that isn't along the
"you're going to burn in hell forever" variety and is constructive and well
meaning, I'd love to here from you.  If you ARE of the "burn in hell you
sick bastard" club, you're wasting your vehemence.  If you really must get
your tail feathers in a twist, go read the Qu'ran.  You should be able to
find plenty there to shed your righteous indignation on, unless the "women
as chattel" concept is your cup of tea, in which case, never mind.

   All that said, I do hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing
it.  Lastly, remember that this is fantasy.  It has no basis in the real
world and never should.  Everybody has the right to grow up before they
choose when and where to become sexually active, if ever.

   The Black of Hearts May 2008

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   This story is copyright 2008 by The Black of Hearts, Nom de Plum. 
Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this
story and the file it is contained therein.  You may post freely to
non-commercial (free) sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. 
Thank you for your co-operation.

   WARNING: The following fictional tale tells the story of a sexual
encounter between an
adults and an underage child.  If the topics of sex in general and
incest, pedophilia and bestiality in particular scare or offend you or are
illegal for you to read either by geography (where you live) or age
limitations (you're not old enough) then please read no further and delete
this file.

   Also know this: THIS STORY IS A FANTASY!  If you EVER think anything in
this story would make good reality and are considering doing any sexual
acts with a real child, do any and all of the following:

   1.) Kill yourself.

   2.) Put down the crack pipe and kill yourself.

   3.) Run, don't walk, to a hospital, police station or insane asylum and
get professional help, (though I doubt it will do you any good).  In murder
stories there are scenes that involve "justified homicide" that have real
life counterparts.  There are none for molesting a child.  Period.

   DISCLAIMER: Any resemblance of characters, people, places, or objects or
to any of their counterparts in real life is unintended, coincidence, and 
happenstance.

This story is intended for adults living in free countries and is intended
for the reader's enjoyment and stimulation.  Wank on.

   AUTHOR'S NOTE: Some of the text in these notices and warnings were
openly plagiarized from other authors disclaimers and modified to suit my
needs.  Thanks go to kids_at_play and Russell Hoisington to name a few. 
Also, although I like to think that these are my own stories it is possible
that in places they resemble those of others.  This was not an out and out
desire to plagiarize so much as the fact that some of the writings of
others has pushed my buttons, concept-wise.  Think of it as flattery, not
theft.

   DEDICATION: My stories are from my imagination but share inspiration
from all the authors of pedo, M/g, M/b, pregnant, lactating, bestiality, 
voyeur and M/dom stories.  To those authors all I can say is, wanks alot 
for the marvelous hours of my life I wasted, meat in hand, sharing the fantasy.

   Story codes: M/g, Cons, oral, anal, ws, bond, 1st.

   Megan in Texas





   It's funny how things turn out.  I had just gone through the toughest
seven months of my life.  My work as a programmer had led to the startup I
worked for getting the lucrative contract.  That meant it would be in the
black for the foreseeable future.  I also had at the same time gone through
a painful divorce with the wicked witch of the west.  I was fortunate we
hadn't had children in our marriage.



   Although things were looking up, I was drained and depressed.  When my
boss, (the principal of the business and my best friend), decided to send
me to Texas to oversee the implementation of our product, he assured me
that I could do most of my "overseeing" from where ever I lived.  With my
sudden raise in salary, (which my ex-wife just missed getting her claws
in), I could afford to live just about anywhere I wanted in the
metropolitian area where I would be.

   I decided on the flight out that I didn't want to dump a ton of money
into some swanky rental, (call it my frugal nature developed from years of
scraping by).  After a couple of days of becoming familiar with the area I
chose to rent an apartment in a complex that seemed to cater to middle
class working folks.  My requirements for the apartment were pretty simple.
I needed two bedrooms and a DSL phone line.  The building layout was along
the "townhouse" style, with the living room, laundry and kitchen downstairs
and two bedrooms upstairs.  Each unit had a small backyard / patio area
that was about fourteen feet wide by about sixteen deep.  The complex had a
couple of pools, a playground and a community room.

   I chose to rent furniture and a car rather than dealing with hauling my
things from California, I only shipped out some personal items.  Keeping a
home in the Bay Area allowed me to have a place to stay and transportation
whenever I visited the home office.



   The first few weeks I felt a little disjointed.  At first I was spending
quite a bit of time at our customer's facility, which was fine but I came
home to what felt like a plastic, nameless little space that didn't feel
like me.  As my need to hold the client's hand decreased, I spent more time
personalizing the apartment.  As the inside of my home away from home took
shape, I even invested a few dollars into sprucing up the front and back
garden areas of the unit.  I placed a couple of hanging plants on my front
porch along with a terrra cotta pot with some geraniums.  The back area I
put in a small patio set with a table and chairs.  Seeing as the previous
tenants had allowed the ground to turn into hard pack I spent one morning
breaking up the soil and putting out some fertilizer and grass seed.

   I was cruising along in my own little world.  I wasn't particularly
interested in finding anyone just yet, and the decorating and gardening
were as therapudic for me as they were the yard and apartment.  I had even
decided to undetake revitalizing the front yard area.  That's where I was,
on my knees breaking big clumps into litle ones, when I had that feeling
you get when you know someone is watching you.  I looked up to see a young
girl, maybe ten or twelve, staring at my labors half interestedly while
eating what appeared to be a grape popsicle.

   "Whacha' doin'?" she asked in a southern drawl.  She had taken the
popsicle out long enough to inquire, displaying a purple colored mouth and
lips.  A little of the juice had dripped down her chin and dripped onto her
shirt, a green and white sleeveless top that looked to be slightly old and
a little small on her.  I could plainly make out the little mounds of her
budding breasts and her puffy little nipples that domed each one.  She
stood a little over four foot tall, and her dirty blond hair was cut just
above her shoulders with a rather bad bang job that hinted at having been
done by a parental pair of scissors.  It was obvious to anyone what I was
doing, but I decided to humor her.

   "Well, either I'm digging for gold, making a new home for my gophers or
getting this soil ready for some grass seed," I replied, watching her face
for a reaction.  I noticed she was a rather plump child with full round
cheeks and a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose.  Her
eyebrows rose to reveal a lovely set of hazel eyes.

   "you gat gophers?!" she inquired incredulously.  She had taken the most
outragous idea and was ready to test it.  I smiled and played along.

   "Sure, doesn't everyone here?" I watched her mind spin as she
contemplated the question.  Although it was only May, the weather had
turned warm and this morning the thermometer hovered in the low eighties. I
noted that she was wearing a pair of lime green stretchy shorts that were
also too small for her.  They had wedged pleasantly into her crotch, giving
her a delightful "camel-toe" look that I was sure she was unaware of.  Out
came the popsicle and she spoke again.  I had opened the floodgates of
conversation.

   "We ain't gat any gophers.  I don't think I've seen any gophers.  I've
seen pictures, but not a real one.  Do you have them in a cage?  How many
do you have?  Are there baby gophers?  Do they have any hair on them?  My
friend Sarah has a hamster.  Is that like a gopher?" She went on for about
two minutes before I could get a word in.  I contented m yself in just
looking at her, noting her plump thighs, chubby legs and small dirty feet
that wore only small cartoon character flipflops.  She stopped for a breath
and to take another slurp of her melting popsicle.

   "I was just kidding about the gophers," I told her truthfully.  She
seemed disappointed to hear this, so I changed the subject.

   "I'm Steve.  What's your name?" I asked socially.  She retracted the
popsicle and replied.



   "I'm Megan," she volunteered.  A broad smile crossed her face before the
popsicle returned to it.

   "What grade are you in?" A worried look crossed her face.

   "I'm not..., uh, I'm being home schooled." It was obviously a lie.  It
was time to change the subject.

   "Well, Megan, you're a very pretty-" I was cut off from complementing
her by the sudden sound of screaming that came from down the drive.

   "MEGAN!  WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, GIRL?  MEGAN!!!!" Raged a woman's
voice. A look of mortification covered the girl's face.  She glanced my way
and spoke quickly in a hush.

   "That's my Ma'.  I've gotta' go!  Don't tell my ma' we was talkin'!" she
pleaded.  I gave her a quick nod and she turned and ran in the direction of
her mother.  The last glimpse I had of her was her jiggling lime green ass
hustling around the edge of the garage, her chubby legs carring her as fast
as she could go.

   Although I was a little disturbed by the reaction she had to her mother
calling her and the obvious lie that she was being homeschooled, I figured
it wasn't any of my concern.  I quickly went back to working the soil until
it became too hot outside to continue.  Retreating to my air-conditioning,
I grabbed a beer and headed for the shower.  Stripping down I slammed back
half the cold brew and jumped in.  Closing my eyes I envisioned Megan, her
plump litle titties and cleft crotch.  My hand had drifted down and I found
myself stroking my now turgid rod, blissfully recollecting the look of her
when alarm bells went off in my head.

   "My god!  She's just a child!" I thought to myself.  What the fuck was I
thinking?  I let go of my tool as it quickly went limp.  Troubled by the
thoughts that I had been having, for I had never even thought of sex with
someone so young, I decided that I needed to get out.  I cleaned up the
house, made an early dinner and waited for dusk before heading out to one
of the local bars I had heard was a meat market from some of the client's
personnel.



   Four hours later I was back home alone, disgusted with myself and still
troubled by the image of Megan I couldn't get out of my mind.  I resolved
that wanting Megan would make me a vile pedophile, but only if I
masturbated to the thoughts of her.  If I didn't beat off I was safe.  All
I got from this arangement were constant thoughts of her and a severe case
of blue balls.  I was also troubled that for some reason I couldn't explain
I felt attracted to her.

   I didn't see Megan again until Saturday morning.  I was driving up the
row coming back from the grocery store.  She was sitting on the ground just
outside the door of the unit two doors down, playing with some dolls.  I
rolled to a stop and rolled down my window and called her name.  She looked
up with that same mortified look.  She quickly snapped a finger in front of
her lips to silence me.  She gave me the wait sign and motioned she would
come down and see me.  I nodded and drove on down to my place.  I had just
gotten the grocery bags out when she seemed to appear out of nowhere.

   "Hi Steve!" She said, grinning up at me.  Then her mood changed.

   "Steve, please don't let Ma see ya'," she pleaded.  "She'll get hecka'
mad and I'll get in trouble," she went on.  "She don't want me talkin' tu'
no ones." I was torn between abetting her and wanting to know why her mom
treated her this way.  I could tell this was important to her so I agreed.

   "Don't worry Megan, I won't tell on you," I promised.  I watched as her
body physically slumped in relief.

   "I don't want you to get in trouble.  Friends don't let friends get in
trouble," I proclaimed.  She brightened immediately.  By declaring our
friendship, it broke the final barriers that kept her secret world.

   "I'm not 'sposed to talk to no one," she confided.  "Ma' says that we
can't let no one know that we live here.  She's afraid my dad will find us.
She won't even let me go out 'cept when she's home," she revealed
conspiratorially.  So that was it.  If her mother enrolled her in school,
her father would track them down.  What had gone on between her parents
still remained a mystery.

   "So did your mom run away with you because your dad was mean?" I asked.
She shook her head no.



   "Na', Dad got mad with Ma' cuz she was staying up all night and stuff.
He didn't like her friends cuz' he said they was a bunch of cranksters,
whatever that is," she relayed.

   "Then one day while Dad was at work Ma' got our clothes and some stuff
and we got in her car an' left.  She said Dad didn't love us no more and
that she was afraid he was going to take me away." Megan's eyes started to
well with tears.

   "There, there," I soothed as I knelt down in front of her.  "So does
your mom have a new boyfriend?" It was obvious that the mother had a drug
problem, I was curious just how bad.  Our faces were now just inches apart.
I caressed her upper arm simpathetically.  Again she shook her head no.

   "No, she's got bunches of them," she replied, gasping back a sob. 
"That's why I can't be inside right now.  She taking a nap with one.  When
her boyfriends come over she makes me go outside.  Most of the time it's on
the back porch, but during the day she let's me go out front." So was her
mom turning tricks?  I wondered.

   "Does your mom work?" I asked.

   "She works in this bar downtown during the day, but she says she don't
make no money," she told me, her soggy eyes locked on mine.  I pulled her
to me and hugged her gently.  Her arms flew around my neck and squeezed me
violently.  That was all it took and the waterworks flowed freely.  As she
wept bitterly and her face was pressed into my shoulder, I felt her her
young girl scent fill my noustrils.  I ran my hand up and down her back
soothingly and drank in her odor.  I felt my cock stiffen uncomfortably in
my shorts.  I so wanted to ravage her!  After a minute I pushed her back so
I could look at her in the eye.

   "Well, I don't want you to get in trouble.  When's your mom supposed to
work again?"

   "Monday," came the reply.

   "What time?"

   "She's gotta' be there at nine-thirty."

   "Good.  I tell you what.  When your mom goes to work, you come here and
we can talk some more without you getting in trouble.  Would you like
that?" I asked sweetly.  She nodded her head vigorously.

   "It'll be our little secret.  Okay?" Again the nod.  "Good.  Now you go
back and play and I'll see you Monday," I said, and leaned forward and
kissed her on her forehead.  She smiled one of the biggest smiles I ever
saw and lunged forward and gave me another hug, followed by a quick peck on
the cheek.  Then she was gone.

   * * * *

   I was severely torn the rest of the weekend.  One part of me wanted to
save this girl and the other wanted to seduce her.  I struggled not to
masturbate, though this seemed only to inflame my desires.  I decided that
I would not force myself on her, but would wait and see if I could get her
to take the initiative.  Sunday dragged slowly by.  I made another visit to
the grocery store, this time for popsicles.

   Monday morning I awoke early from a dream that involved dozens of young
plump girls who swirled around me, all just out of reach.  My morning glory
was raging, and it took me several minutes to get it down enough to piss. I
showered quickly, my prick spring hard again despite my best efforts to
think about baseball, auto repair, and fishing.  I put on some cologne and
a pair of red loose fitting nylon shorts.  I donned a muscle tee and
sandals, having decided to not to wear underwear.  Once I was ready I paced
around the apartment, putting on soft music, straightening up here and
there.  At about nine fifteen the doorbell rang.  My heart lurched into my
throat.  I hurried to the door and flung it open.

   Megan was standing there wearing a shirt similar to the one whe wore the
first time I saw her, though this one was blue and yellow.  She had on a
short demin skirt that looked a bit too tight, as I could discern a roll of
baby fat squeezing out the top of the skirt and pushing the fabric of her
top out.  She wore the same fliflops she'd worn the other day.

   "Megan!" I shouted happily and knelt down with my arms wide.  She lept
into my arms and gave me a big hug.  Again I caught her smell and it was
like drinking white lightning.  Blood coursed through my veins and I felt
as if I had never been more alive.

   "Hi Steve!" She exclaimed.  I pushed her back to look at her.

   "Well, don't you look pretty today!" I declared.  She blushed
selfconsiously and let her gaze drop.

   "Ya'll just sayin' that," she demured.  I took her chin in my hand and
turned her face to meet my gaze.

   "No I'm not.  I think you are very pretty," I told her and leaned
forward and gently planted a peck on her lips.  She gasped and her eyes
went wide.  Then she blushed even deeper.  Not wanting to push things too
fast, I quickly stood and led her into the apartment.  She looked around
marveling.

   "Your place is so clean!" she declared approvingly.  I guessed that her
mother wasn't a fastidious house cleaner.  The clothes she was wearing
weren't the cleanest I'd seen either.

   "You don't like it?" I teased.  She shook her head no.

   "It's not that," she replied, "Ma' don't like to do much cleanin'" she
informed me.

   "Megan, I don't want you to get in trouble.  When's your mom usually get
home?" I needed to know how much time we had.  It wouldn't do for her
mother to arrive back and find her daughter missing.

   "She always gets home right after Snotto the Clown," she informed.  I
went to the TV and searched the guide and found that the show ended at
four-thirty.  There was one more thing to know.

   "Does she ever call you during the day?" I asked.  Megan looked a bit
dejected but shrugged.

   "She can't.  We ain't gotta phone," she said.  Perfect I thought.  I
spent the next two hours finding out more about her.  She was ten years
old, (and well developed for her age I thought).  She had been living in
western Kentucky until her mother abscounded with her last November.  She
liked swimming but her mother never took her to the pools here.  She wanted
to have a pet, but again it was not going to happen with her mother the way
she was.  She told me her mother was often awake when she went to bed and
still awake when she got up.  Sometimes she said her mother would sleep
almost a whole day.

   "Probably when she was crashing from a crank high," I thought.  The two
mostly ate junk food, as her mother either didn't have money for groceries
or didn't eat when she was high.  Megan said her mom had "gotten real
skinny" since they moved to texas.  She said her mother had gotten "real
mean" sometimes as well.

   I taught her to play gin rummy, as a deck of cards was the only play
thing I had in my house.  When she settled down on the carpet across from
me I had an unobstructed view of her panty covered crotch.  She was
completely oblivious to the vulgar display she was making, and completely
unaware of the painful effects it was causing me.  I could see urine stains
on the crotch area, and the leg holes looked a little thread-bare.  I would
have given anything to bury them against my nose.  After several hands I
decided we needed to find something else to do, as my now rampant cock was
causing me grief.  I thought of maybe trying to get her to go to the pool
but decided against it.  All it would take would be for someone to ask why
she wasn't in school or for someone to mention to her mom that she'd seen
Megan with some man at the pool and the jig would be up.

   I asked her if she liked computers.  Her eyes went wide and asked if I
truly had one.  When I said yes she jumped up and tried to lead me to it,
though she didn't know where to go.  I lead her up to my office and turned
the system on.  Once I settled in my chair she came over and parked herself
right on my lap.  My dick, which had deflated some, now was nestled firmly
in the crack of her panty covered ass under her skirt.  She seemed totally
unaware of my erection.  The sensation was delightful.  I showed her how to
play solitaire, holding her to me by wrapping my arm around her pudgy
belly, my thumb resting against the bottom of her immature breast swell. 
The very thought of her virgin cunt just two fabric thicknesses away from
my pecker, and the feel of her warm flesh against mine had my dick
stiffening in no time.  She seemed to consider this somewhat of an
irritant, as she kept grinding her crotch down on it trying to get
comfortable around it.  I watched her play over her shoulder, occasionally
leaning forward to rest my chin on her shoulder and press my cheek against
hers.  I slid my hand up and gently cupped her immature breast in my hand,
acting as if I was trying to keep her from sliding off my lap.  Her baby
boob felt like fire in my palm.  It was all I could do to not start
squeezing it.  Just when I was sure I was going to ejaculate from her
inadvertant grinding she said she was hungry.  I had her hop up telling her
we would go down and get something to eat.  She got up and looked down at
where she had been sitting.  The thin material of my shorts had been vacuum
sealed around my erect member, and she looked at it with a funny expression
on her face before I had a chance to quickly stand and lead the way from
the room.

   As we sat at the dinette eating the sandwiches I made us for lunch,
Megan suddenly became very quiet.  Staring at her food she brought up what
was on her mind.

   "Steve," she started softly, "can I ask you something and you won't get
angry with me?" She looked up at me for a fraction of a second and then
returned to staring at the sandwich.

   "Megan," I said, "you can ask anything you like, and I will not get
angry.  I may not give you an answer, but I won't get angry.  We're
friends, right?" She looked up at me and beamed.

   "Do you have a girlfriend?"

   "No, other than you, I don't have a girlfriend," I said truthfully.  She
smiled broadly and then laughed.



   "No silly, I mean, you know, like a girlfriend girlfriend!" She giggled.
I smiled back at her.



   "No Megan, other than you, I don't have a girlfriend girlfriend," I
replied casually.  Her eyebrows shot up taking in the implications of what
I said.  I went on quickly.

   "But then again," I added, "we haven't talked about that, have we?" She
shook her head no in a very serious yet mischevious manner.

   "Of course, you may be a little too old for me, but I try not to let
those things stand in my way," I teased.  She burst into a fit of giggles.
I let her settle down before continuing.

   "Seriously," I said, my demeanor changing, "I just got a divorce from a
woman who was never happy and all it did was make me unhappy.  I've come to
see that most women don't understand what it takes to make a man happy and
that those that do aren't willing to do so.  They seem to think it's the
man's job to make sure they are always happy and don't seem to care whether
they do the same for their man.  So, until I find someone like that, I
probably won't have a girlfriend." Megan nodded slowly, taking in what I
told her.

   "So Megan," I said informally, "do you have a boyfriend?" I wanted to
see what she would say.  Knowing the tight rein her mother kept her under,
I thought I knew the answer.

   "No Steve," she said with a wry smile, "other than you, I don't have a
boyfriend!" Now it was my turn, and I played the bit.



   "No silly, I mean boyfriend boyfriend!" I mimicked.  She laughed.  Then
she turned serious, her gaze locked onto mine.

   "No Steve," she said without jest, "other than you, I don't have a
boyfriend boyfriend." But she couldn't hold it.  She burst out in giggles
again.

   "Of course," she added between gails of laughter, "we haven't talked
about that yet, have we?!?"

   Now it was my turn to turn serious.  "No, we hadn't", I thought.  But
then I joined in her laughter.

   I made sure she went home a little early.  It wouldn't be a good idea
for a good thing to go south.  I knelt down to her level as she got ready
to go.  She hugged me and gave me peck on on the cheek.  She looked into my
eyes.

   "Steve, can I come back tomorrow?" She asked very seriously.

   "Megan, you can come any time you like," I told her warmly.  She smiled
her beautiful smile.

   "I'm glad your my friend," she said, her voice full of emotion.

   "Me too, princess," was all I could reply.  And just like that, she
turned and bolted for home.  I spent the next couple of hours just thinking
about her.  After a light dinner, I resolved to make tomorrow even better
than today was.  I grabbed my keys and was out the door in a flash.

   * * * *

   The next day I was up early again.  I took care of my "office" work and
went about preparing for Megan's arrival.  At nine-fifteen sharp my
doorbell rang.  As I opened the door I was greeted by Megan plowing into me
like she was trying to tackle me.  I also felt a gust of hot, humid air. 
It was going to be uncomfortably hot out today.  I wrestled with her for a
few minutes in the living room.  By the time we broke the match we were
slightly sweaty and my dick was more than slightly stiff.  I noticed Megan
staring at it so I quickly moved and went into the kitchen for some juice.
After we had had some I teased her.

   "Are you planning to go swimming in that?" I inquired, pointing at her
tee and shorts outfit.  Her eyes shot wide.

   "We're going swimming?" she asked incredulously.  When I told her we
were she shot out the front door without even closing it yelling she'd be
right back.  In two minutes flat she came running back in with a faded pale
blue one-piece clutched in her hand.

   "All I got is this," she declared.

   "Well, all I got is this," I replied and lead her out to my backyard
area.  There on the patio slab was an inflatable plastic swimming pool,
filled up to within four inches from the top.  Round in shape, it stood
about two feet tall and was about six foot in diameter.

   "Yippeeeee!!!!" she yelled and started to strip right in front of me.  I
slid into a chair and silently watched the show.  Megan was completely
oblivious that she was getting naked in front of a grown man.  Although her
back was turned from me I still got an absolutely delicious very of her
alabaster white ass as she shimmied into her swimsuit.  As she pulled up
the shoulder straps she turned around to face me, giving me a brief glimpse
of her young budding titties.  The image locked in my mind and even to this
day I can close my eyes and see them.  She worked her arms into the holes
but had to hunch foreward to get them on her shoulders.  The effect was
delightful.  Leaning forward gave me a lovely view down the front of her
outfit, her small tit mounds accentuated by her forward tilt.

   "See?" she asked, "It's too small!" She declared exasperated.  I looked
at her as if I was trying to figure a solution.

   "Come here," I said innocently, "let me see if I can help."

   She approached me hunched over.  I peeled the shoulder straps off to
each side.  Reaching down and sliding one finger in each leg hole in the
front, I pressed the material together and pulled up slightly, allowing the
material to slip between her cunt lips.  Doing the same in the rear exposed
both her ass cheeks.  She grimaced as the fabric gave her a wedgy.  I then
pulled the shoulder straps back up into place and had her stand back.

   It was the most erotic thing I had even seen.  Her nipples were pressed
so hard against the swimsuit that it pushed her baby tit up, giving the
whole thing a bustier effect.  Her pussy lips bulged obscenely out to each
side.  I asked her to turn around to reveal her beautiful white ass globes
shining in the sun.  I was disturbed from my reverie by what she said next.

   "It's still too tight!" She complained.  I pointed out that it made her
look like a Brazilian super model.

   "Really?!?" she inquired disbelievingly.  I assured it it did and that
she should wait just a minute.  I ran back in an got my digital camera. 
For the next fifteen minutes I took pictures of her in every position I
could think of, having her act as if she was a model.  As she hammed it up
for the camera, I merrily clicked away.  When she started to complain again
that it was hurting her I relented.

   I told her to just take the arm straps off and she should be fine, as we
were in my fenced backyard and no one, (other that me!), could see her. 
She liked that and promptly dropped her arms.  She had forgotten that the
bottom of her suit was still wedged firmly up her crack, and I decided
against reminding her.  She climbed into the pool and started splashing
around.  I took more pictures of her, now with the suit wet, which did
little to limit the inmagination.  Her top kept sliding off and revealing
her little titties, which she relished acting like she was surprised and
covered them up.  My cock was now agonizingly hard, and my shorts were not
doing a good job of hiding the fact.  Megan's eyes kept glancing at the
rude bulge, then looking away quickly thinking I didn't see her stare. 
After about twenty minutes she asked if I was going to get in.  The light
went on inside my head and I told her I would be right back.

   I ran upstairs, changed from my shorts into my old highschool water polo
speedo and grabbed a couple of towels and the sunscreen before returning.
She had her back to me when I came back out and slowly turned in my
direction, her head just above the edge of the pool.  I had dropped all the
gear and stood next to the pool as she came about.  Her face turned and she
let out a gasp as she saw my very hard cock, scarsely covered by my
swimsuit now just inches from her face.

   Her eyes glued to it as I maliciously caused it to flex.  This elicited
another gasp, louder than the first.  After what seemed an eternity, her
eyes slowly trailed up to meet mine.  Her breathing had shallowed to a soft
panting, and I could almost swear I could feel her breathe on my crotch. 
Looking down I had an unobstructed view of her milky white baby boobs as
the bobbed just above the water, her top having slipped off again.  I held
out my hand and had her stand up.  Without saying a word I had her stand in
front of me, her dripping wet, her boobs exposed, her eyes again staring at
my hardness.  I coaxed her out of the pool and I lead her over to one of
the chairs where I sat down.

   "We'd better get some suntan lotion on you before you burn," I said,
trying to sound indifferent.



   "Have you ever had a sunburn?" I asked, trying to change the focus of
the conversation.  It seemed to do the trick.  Megan started to tell me all
the times she had, and then followed up with all the people she'd ever
known who'd had one.  I let her ramble on as I turned her back to me and
squirted some lotion onto my hands.  I sat there on my patio chair in the
sun, Megan dripping wet in front of me as I applied sunscreen to the back
of her shoulders.  I worked it up to the base of her neck and then down her
fleshy back.

   As I reached lower I edged her swimsuit down to her waist as far as I
could without if having a chance to fall off.  Slicking up my hands again I
went to work on each arm, gently grazing the insides of each round little
pre-tit.  I was starting to get very warm.  I stopped and peeled off my tee
shirt.  I again lubed up my hands and returned to her shoulders, t hough
this time I firmly massaged the muscles in her shoulders and neck.

   She sighed at this and seemed to wilt a little.  Slowly pulling her oily
body against my chest I worked the lotion up under her neck and then across
the front of her chest.  I felt her butt come to press against my very hard
rod.  She unconciously wiggled her bottom and nestled the bulge in the
crack of her ass, as her swimsuit was already wedged tightly in her crack.
The sensation was delightful.

   I would have gladly given anything to have been able to reach down and
free my cock from the fabric that held it, as it would have surely slid
right between her cheeks.  Adding still more lotion, I applied a heavy coat
to her breast swells, firmly compressing and releasing them.  She leaned
back into me, her eyes closed as she took in the marvelous sensations. 
Again I added my sunblock to my hands and proceeded to coat her round soft
belly.  I stopped before going into the top of her swimsuit, which I had
worked down to her insignificant hips.  I knew that if I rubbed her any
lower it would slide right down.



   Reaching around her I grabbed the tube again and filled my hands.  I
jumped the fabric of her suit and brought my hands to rest on the front of
her thighs, about half way between her knees and her groin.  I firmly
worked her muscles as I moved the lotion about.  Again I felt her legs
weakening, as the pressure from her ass cheeks increase on my
speedo-trapped manhood.  I knew it was time to raise the stimulation up a
notch.  I worked the lotion up her thighs, swirling my palms towards the
inside of her thighs.  This caused her to part her legs slightly.  At the
top of each stroke the sides of my thumbs would drag across her swimsuit
parted pussy mound.  If one hand or the other had done this the effect
would have been minimal, but when both thumbs pressed in from both sides at
the same time, the result was electrifiying.

   "Ohhh!!" Moaned Megan, her eyes squeezed shut as she let her head fall
back against my shoulder.  I rubbed back down towards her knees and again
massaged my way back up the inside of her thighs.  This time sae responded
by spreading her knees even further, giving even better access.  Again I
trapped her baby cunt mound between my thumbs and again a moan escaped her.
By rubbing her in this fashion I had forced her slightly backwards.  When
she parted her legs it caused her ass to rise a little and her ass slid up
onto my fabric covered pecker, which had no where to go but get pushed out
the top of my swim suit.  Now that it was perpendicular to her ass, it slid
nicely between her clenching ass cheeks.  I could feel the I could hear her
starting to pant softly and I could feel my desire to just yank her suit
off and rape her grow as well.  Suddenly alarmed by my feelings, I reached
up, took her by her upper arms and stood her up.  I quickly reached down
and stuffed the end of my dick back in my suit.  She looked over her
shoulder at me with a look that wondered what she'd done wrong.  I quickly
changed the subject.

   "Okay, you're done," I said evenly.  I got up and spread some lotion on
myself before she had time to react.  Then I stepped over and climbed in
the pool.  Looking back at her I saw she still had a look of confusion on
her face.

   "Hey!" I teased, "aren't you going to get in?" He mood changed abruptly
and she giggled and came over and got in.  Once I saw her starting to move
towards the pool I quickly sat down, submerging my swollen cock.  The cool
water worked its charm and my member quickly deflated, though I could feel
the dissatisfaction in my balls.  Megan climbed in gingerly and sat as
well. We played out in the pool for about an hour.  All the while I kept
seeing her trying to get glimpses of my crotch whenever she got a chance.
She was completely oblivious to the fact that her creamy white titties were
exposed to me the whole time.  It was a very erotic sensation.  She had
absolutely no clue of the devastating effect it had.

   After we got out I had her go upstairs and take a shower.  She wanted me
to help her but I insisted she could do it herself.  I did not feel strong
enough at the moment to trust myself.  I knew that if I had climbed in the
bath with her I wouldn't be able to resist the temptation.  She had been in
just a couple of minutes when she called for me.  Opening the door just
enough to stick my face in I asked what she needed.

   "I've got lotion on my back I can't get to," she complained.  I entered
and pulling the curtain aside I peered in.  She stood with a wash rag in
one hand, bar of soap in the other, holding them out for me.  As the water
ran down her I took in my first glimpse of her totally naked.  I had never
seen anything so lovely in my life.  Her hairless crotch, plump little
breast mounds and chubby limbs completed the look.  She was exquisite.  She
looked up at me with a slightly worried look.  I took the soap and wash rag
from her and ordered her to turn around.  She did so and backed up closer
to me but looked spooked as she did so.  I washed her back efficiently, and
did take the momentary pleasure of soaping her beautiful ass cheeks, but
then handed the soap and rag back to her and told her to hurry, as I was
going downstairs to make lunch.  I was in the middle of getting some
sandwiches together when I heard her call from the top of the stairs.

   "Steve!" She hollered, my clothes are outside!" I went to retrieve them
only to find them soaked from our splashing in the pool.  Telling her to
wait, I threw them in the dryer and went upstairs to find her one of my tee
shirts.  I explained to he that her clothes were wet and she would have to
wear something of mine.  She appeared to like this idea.  I went over to my
old tee drawer and pulled out one that had actually been left by an old
girlfriend.  Handing it to her I told her to try it on.  She slid into it.
It fit well enough, though it was a bit on the short side.  If I got down
to anywhere near her height or if she reached up for something I would be
in for a delightful view.  She didn't seem to notice.

   I helped her comb out her hair and then we went downstairs.  She still
had a troubled look, like something was on her mind.  As we started lunch
she remained very quiet.  I had to know what was getting at her.

   "You're awfully quiet for someone with food in her mouth," I teased. 
She looked up at me and broke into a wide grin as she caught the joke.  But
then she turned serious again.  I could see her debating in her mind
something.

   "I wanna' ask you something, and I know you said you wouldn't get angry,
but I..." she broke off, her gaze snapping down to her sandwich.  I
reasurred her that I would be fine with whatever she asked.  Hesitantly she
went on.

   "Why'd you stop putting lotion on me?  It made me feel all tingly but
then you stopped.  I..." Words or courage failed her again.  She looked
down again at her sandwich as if it might hold the answer.  If I had wanted
to be mean I could have made her confess that she felt my hard cock pressed
in the cleft of her ass and that she'd liked it, but I just couldn't bring
myself to do it.

   "Megan, I stopped for the same reason I didn't get in the shower with
you sweetheart," I began.  "Did you feel me behind you when I was putting
lotion on you?"

   "Yeah, I felt your chest and shoulders," she said meekly.

   "I'm not talking about my head and shoulders, Megan, I'm talking lower,"
I said flatly.  Her eyebrows shot up in recognition of the subject matter,
though her eyes were not focused on anything.  Slowly she nodded her head
up and down.

   "Well, that's why I didn't continue and didn't think it was a good idea
for you and me to be in the shower together.  It makes want to do things to
you that I"m pretty sure you're not ready to do," I concluded.

   "Like sex things?" she asked innocently.

   "Yes dear," I replied, "Like sex things.  If we did those things and
anyone found out, I would go to jail and wouldn't get out until you had
grandchildren", I informed her, now feeling a little put out.  She took
this all in before replying.

   "I wouldn't tell anyone," she declared in a whisper.  "And I know all
about that.  Sex is where a man puts his thingy in a woman down there and
they make a baby." She looked up hopefully, as if she understood it all. 
Maybe it was my pent up sexual frustration, or maybe it was her naivete,
but I reacted poorly.

   "No Megan!" I retorted.  "It's more than where a man puts his thingy in
a woman down there and they make a baby!"

   "Remember what I said about how most women don't understand what it
takes to make a man happy and that those that do aren't willing to do so?"
I raged.



   "Do you have any idea what it takes to make a man happy?  Do you?! 
Hell, you probably don't even know what tits are for!"

   Now I had done it.  Megan's eyes welled up with tears and she started to
bawl.  But she wasn't defeated.



   "No!  I don't know what it takes to make a man happy!" She said angrily,
"But how'm I sposed' to learn if no one will show me?!" She jumped up from
her chair and ran upstairs, crying all the way.  It was one of the few
times in my life I felt like an absolute turd.

   "Way to go, Stevie ol' boy," I thought, "You're some big man now!  You
can make ten year-olds cry." I sighed and went after her.  I found her
crying her face off laying on my bed face down.  The fact that I could see
half her ass and a hint of her bare slit from between her slightly spread
legs didn't escape me either.

   I again felt my tool begin to harden.  "Sick bastard," I thought to
myself as I went over and lay down beside her and took her in my arms.  At
first she fought me a bit, but then turned and buried her face against my
bare chest.

   For a moment I thought what a great picture this would make.  A grown
man in a bulging speedo holding a young girl in nothing but a too short tee
shirt on his bed.  Images of Bubba, my probable future roommate for the
next twenty five years came to mind.  I quickly shook off the image and
spoke to Megan in a soft voice.

   Megan, I'm sorry," I said sincerely, "I shouldn't have spoken to you
that way.  It's just that when a man gets excited, like I've been around
you, and he doesn't..., well, let's just say he doesn't get things taken
care of, well, it tends to make him cranky," I explained.  I kissed her
forehead and hugged her.  She wrapped her arms around my neck squeezed me
tightly.  Then, looking up into my eyes, she kissed the side of my neck
before buring her face there.  I softly stroked her hair, cuddling her
quietly.  Soon we drifted off to sleep.

   I awoke to the sound of the dryer buzzer going off.  It took me a minute
to realize what was making the racket, but then I slowly disentangled
myself from the sleeping girl and went to fetch her clothes.  I returned
upstairs to find Megan looking up at me.  Silently I pulled her to stand on
the bed and peeled the tee off her.  She stood slightly taller than me and
her luscious breasts were inches from my lips.  I desparately wanted to
suck on them but I desisted.  Instead I helped he climb into her clothes.
Silently I lead her off the bed and downstairs.  I led us to the freezer
and pulled out a couple of popsicles.  Handing her one I again led her back
out to the back patio.  As we stepped out onto the patio we were met by a
blast of hot humid Texas air.  I guessed it to be about one hundred degrees
and about ninety five percent relative humidity.  Fortunately the sun had
swung around to the other side of the building, and we at least we in the
shade.  It was small consolation.

   We ate our popsicles in silence until I let a big drop get from me.  It
dripped down the stick and landed squarely of the front of my speedo.  I
jumped up and started to dance as the cold fluid seeped through the thin
material.  Megan thought this was hysterical, and started laughing out
loud. I jumped over to the pool and splashed the front of my suit with
water from the kiddie pool.  I returned to my chair to continue eating my
popsicle, but Megan now was staring intently at my crotch.  Getting the
speedo wet had caused it to outline my pecker nicely.  She couldn't take
her eyes away from it.

   "It's so small now," she observed, almost to herself.  She looked up at
me questioningly.

   "It's that way most of the time," I replied offhandedly, "except when
pretty girls rub their butts on it!" I joked.  She blushed furiously but
grinned as well.  Then she turned serious.

   "Do you really think I'm pretty?" she asked in a low voice.

   Now, I don't care if a girl is ten or ninety, but when a female asks
that question a guy is screwed.  If he tells the truth all he's going to do
is piss her off.  So you might as well lie and be done with it.  But I
decided to answer with what I thought was some finesse.

   "Well, it doesn't get that way around ugly girls!" It did, but there
wasn't a whole lot of logic in saying so.  This though, was not the answer
she was aiming for.  And she wouldn't be put off.

   "But do you?" she needled.  I glanced at her to she was hanging on what
I was going to say.  I thought for a moment.  My first thought was that she
was a freckled-faced overweight girl who was so fat that she had grown a
set of baby tits.  That she had a bad haircut and she wore tattered
clothes. But then I thought of how much I was drawn to her.  How her
innocence, her eyes and her sweetness had made me lust for her so.  I
wondered if she had been older would I still find her so alluring.  I
figured that if she had been say nineteen, by then she would have been
crushed by the contempt society would heap on her because of her shape. 
She'd either have turned mean, introverted or self-loathing.  But for now,
yes I did find her very pretty.

   "Megan," I said looking her in the eye and speaking with all sincerity,
"I think you're the prettiest girl in the world." She blushed again, a
small smile on her lips as she went back to finishing her popsicle.  We sat
quietly for a few minutes before she spoke again.

   "Steve," she started, "Will you show me how to make you happy?" She
gazed at me hesitantly, hanging on my every expression.  I thought a moment
before replying.

   "I'm not sure I should do that," I said cautiously.  "I could get in a
lot of trouble.  Also, doing something like that is kind of like pushing
Humpty Dumpty off the wall, there's no going back after it's done.  I don't
want you to get into something you'll later regret."

   "I won't tell anyone, I already said that," she replied emphatically,
"and if I don't learn from you, who's goin' to learn me?  I don't wanna' to
learn from nobody else.  Please teach me, like that I won't end up like my
mom or your wife and stuff..." Her voice trailed off to nothing as she
looked at me pleadingly.  I watched her as a new idea entered her mind.

   "Will you at least show me what boobies are for?" She inquired
hopefully.

   "Oh boy," I thought, "Oh, how I would love to show you what "boobies"
are for." I steadied my resolve.  This was not how I had envisioned the day
to have gone.  I needed time to think.  It was at that moment that my life
changed forever.

   "Okay, Megan, let's do this.  It's almost time for you to go home.  When
you do, I want you to think over what you are proposing.  If you are sure
tomorrow morning that you still want to go ahead, then come over.  If you
don't come, I'll understand.  Bear in mind that it will be very dangerous
for not only me but it will be very hard for you if anyone finds out.  They
will make you go to court and say things that will send me to jail for a
long time.  Your mother will be very angry with you as well.  If the police
find out what your mother's done, they may put her in jail as well.  So all
this has very grown-up consequences.  Just know that I am and always will
be your friend, regardless of what you decide, and that all I want is the
best for you."



   Megan nodded her head slowly and then started to tear up.  With watery
eyes she came over and hugged me.  I was startled when she took my head in
her small pudgy hands and kissed me lightly on the lips.  She hugged me
again and then I led her to the door and showed her out.  She walked to the
edge of the building before turning around one last time to look my way,
and then she was gone.

   I had hoped that what I had said was enough to scare her off.  I moved
the pictures of her from my camera to my computer and then viewed them.  I
was hard looking at them, but melancholy at the same time.  I also laughed
at some where she had been playing the ham.  With the sun still an hour
before setting, I mixed myself a stiff drink and went and sat in the little
pool, lost in thought.  I cleaned up the apartment, made a salad for dinner
and tried watching a ball game on TV, but I was too distracted.  Finally I
went to bed and slept fitful dreams.

   * * * *

   I awoke early the next morning with a sense of dread and exhilaration.
At times I hoped Megan would come, then I was fearful of what to do if she
did.  A quick shower, some cologne, a light breakfast did little to alieve
my worries.  Nine fifteen came and went.  I started to feel very sad but in
a way glad that she had chosen not to come when the doorbell rang.

   I almost jumped out of my skin.  I was shaking as I walked to the door.
The bell rang again, this time more insistently.  I opened the door to find
Megan standing there, not with her usual big smile but with a very serious
look on her face.  She was wearing a light blue top that was just a bit too
small which accentuated her breast buds, and what appeared to be her
favorite lime green strechy shorts, cameltoe and all.  I stood to one side
as she silently walked in.  After I closed the door we both tried to talk
at once.

   "Megan, I...-" I sputtered.

   "Steve, if you...-" she began.  We both stopped at the same time,
waiting for the other.  Then we broke into laughter.  I knelt down on one
knee and opened my arms which she rushed in to.

   "Steve," she said quickly, "if you don't want to do it, it's okay.  I
don't ever want you to get in trouble because of me." She blurted out.

   "Megan dear," I replied, "It's not me I'm worried about, sweety.  I just
don't want you to get hurt or be sorry you did this later." I replied.  I
showered her face with kisses and she hugged me so hard I thought I'd
faint. I pulled back to look at her and drink in the sight of her.

   "Megan, I'm going to ask you one more time," I asked earnestly, "are you
sure you want to do everything that it takes to make me happy?" A
deliberate look crossed her face and she replied.

   "I really want to, Steve."

   "Okay then," I said as I rose, "you'd better learn a little about sex,"
I continued.  She looked a little concerned.  "The first thing I want you
to do is to start thinking of ways to please me," I said ambigously.  Now
she just looked puzzled.

   "And by that I mean how you dress," I shared.  She looked at me
quizzically as she looked down at her outfit.

   "Do you have a summer dress or a skirt at home?" I inquired.  She
thought for a moment.

   "I'll be right back!" She declared as she bolted out the door.  In less
that three minutes she was back, a little out of breath, but sporting a
delightful Hawaiian print sundress that had buttons half way down the
front. It too was a bit tight in the chest and came down to about three
inches above her knees.

   "How's this?" she asked with a beaming smile.  I had preferred the tee
shirt she had on earlier but the exposed legs would be quite acceptable. 
Also, I didn't want to discourage her at this point.

   "That's much better," I lied.  "Okay, I think we need to have a
discussion about what a man's needs are.  Are you ready?" I inquired
solicitously.  She nodded.  I led her to my computer which I had turned on
earlier.  I motioned for her to sit on my lap.  She looked a little
apprehesive but climbed on.



   "Now, let me begin with a simple explanation and then move on to more
complex things." I rubbed her back as I spoke, and she leaned against me.
"A man, as you know, has what you call a thingy.  It's technical term is
penis, but most adults have a lot of other names for it, most of which you
should never say in front of your mother," I joked.  She giggled.

   "Most folks call it a cock.  Can you say cock?" She giggled again.

   "Cock," she said grinning.  I felt my pecker firm up just a bit at the
sound of this child using the term.  I gently took her hand and rested it
over my fabric-covered tool.  She started to jerk her hand away
reflexively, but I held it in place.

   "It's okay, it won't bite," I soothed, which again caused her to giggle
nervously, but her hand now stayed in place.  I opened the first picture,
one of a man similar to my age and body size.  The difference was that he
was naked, and his cock was half erect.  I zoomed in on his rod.  Megan
gasped.

   "Now when a man gets to where he wants to have sex, his cock will get
hard.  It happens by filling up with blood, but it doesn't bleed.  A man's
cock is what he uses both for peeing and for sex." My tool was now fairly
stiff and I could feel the heat of Megan's young hand through my shorts.

   "It has to be fairly soft to pee and fairly hard to have sex.  On
average, a man needs to have sex at least once a day," I lied.  I watched
as Megan slowly nodded.



   "A woman can tell when a man wants to have sex because she can see his
cock all hard," I went on, "but women are especially decietful when it
comes to letting a man know when they want to have sex." I concluded.  I
had baited the question and waited for her to rise to it.

   "How are women decietful?" she asked innocently.

   "Well, the number one way is that they hide the parts of their bodies
that let a man know a woman wants sex.  You see, when a woman gets sexually
turned on, her nipples get all perky.  Most women wear bras and use them to
hide this from men." The fact that they used them for support I deftly left
out.

   "Men love women who don't wear bras or who wear very thin ones so the
can see their nipples.  By the way, remember when I said you probably don't
even know what your tits are for?" I inquired.  Megan slowly nodded her
head, but I could tell she was uncomfortable with the question.

   "Well, I'll let you guess.  Go on, guess what women's tits are for," I
demanded genially.  Megan thought for a couple of seconds before replying.

   "For feeding babies?" she hazarded.  I was ready for her.

   "Do you think yours were the first lips to touch your mommy's titties?"
I asked.  This threw her for a loop.  She looked over her shoulder at me
and shrugged.

   "The answer is no.  Some boy was probably the first person to suck your
mom's tits.  And in a way, that's the answer.  Your titties," I said as I
reached up and undid the top three buttons on her dress and slid my other
hand over her shoulder and cupped one of her kiddie knockers in my hand,
"are for sucking on," I explained as I leaned forward and kissed her neck
open-mouthed, licking her softly.  I felt her shudder as I closed my fore
finger and thumb over her puffy little future baby feeder.

   "Maybe sometime I'll suck your titties.  Do you want me to be the first
person to suck your titties?" I asked, if somewhat rhetorically.  She
looked me in the eye with all earnestness and nodded.

   "Women love to have their titties sucked." I said as I slowly massaged
her nipple.

   "Three things happen when a gal gets her tittes sucked.  The first is
that her nipples get hard.  The second is that it makes her cunt wet.  Do
you know where your cunt is?" I asked solicitously.  She pointed to her
crotch.  I gave her a smiling nod of approval.

   "The third is that it makes her want to have sex," I educated.  "But I'm
getting ahead of myself," I teased.  I continued to fondle her little tit
as I clicked to the next picture.  This one was of the same man, now with a
fully stiff cock.  I zoomed in on it again.  Megan's eyes were glued to the
screen.

   "For a man to have sex he needs two things," I explained.  "The first is
lubrication.  This means that the man's cock has to get slippery.  Lots of
things can make it slippery, whether it's the juices that come from inside
a woman's cunt to lotion, even some types of oils.  The second thing a man
needs is movement.  When a man and a woman have sex, the man slides his
cock into her cunt again and again.  This feels real good to both of them.
That's why they do it." I let her digest this lastest part.

   Clicking to the next set of pictures, the man now was with a blond woman
whom he slowly entered until his cock dissappeared inside her.  Megan's
eyes were the size of saucers.  As I moved through the series, it showed
them in a variety of positions.

   "Now, a woman can use her cunt to please a man, but she also has two
other ways to do it," I shared.

   The next picture showed the woman sucking the man's cock.  Megan watched
breathlessly as I moved slowly through the set of the woman giving the man
a blowjob.  I slid my hand down between advances of the frames to massage
Megan's thigh.  She s eemed completely oblivious to my advances so fixed
was she on the ,monitor.  My cock was straining inside my shorts.  I took a
second to guide Megan's hand to slowly start stroking me through my shorts.
She looked down at her hand like it wasn't even hers, watching it pick up
the motion of rubbing me.  I changed the picture again.

   "When a woman has sufficiently pleased a man, he sometimes will please
her too," I said to her in a whisper.

   The next set of pictures showed the man going down on the woman.  I had
picked this particular set of pictures because the woman had a shaved
pussy. Not only was what the man doing very clear, but I calculated that it
looked mush like Megan's little slit did.  As the pictures changed from one
to another, I slowly pushed Megan's dress off her shoulders.

   "See how much she's enjoying what he's doing," I pointed out as I slid
her arms out of the constraints of her dress.  She nodded dumbly.  Megan
was unaware that I had changed the sequence of the pictures to suit my
storytelling.

   "There's one more way for her to please him," I hinted.  The next
pictures showed the man lining his cock up with her ass.  Megan gulped
audibly as the pictures of the man's penetration of the woman's asshole
progressed.

   "Oh!" cried Megan as the man's tool sand deeply into the woman.  Megan
now sat on my lap, her dress bunched up around her waist, her hand
methodically stroking my cock as she watched the man in the pictures bugger
the pretty blond.  It didn't hurt that the woman had a look of sheer extacy
on her face.

   "Once he has gotten enough movement," I said conspiratorially, "a man
will be ready to release his seed," I said.  "It's not pee but baby making
juice.  Very often it comes out of a man with a lot of force.  Women love
to feel it shoot up inside them, but they love to drink it as well." All
the while I was telling her this, my hand that had been rubbing her tits
had now worked it's way around her waist and had started rubbing her inner
thigh, slowing pulling her legs apart and working its way up to her crotch.


   "Remember yesterday when I was putting lotion on you," I asked, my face
next to hers.  She slowly nodded her head.

   "Remember how good it felt and how you didn't want me to stop?" I
inquired on.  Again she nodded in the affirmative.

   "Well, that's the same way with a man.  When you're rubbing, or sucking,
or fucking him, you must not stop until he comes.  Okay?" My hand was now
rubbing her plump baby pussy through her thin cotton panties.  I could feel
the warmth of her young snatch, excited by the pictures and my
minstrations. The next picture showed the woman, her eyes closed, laying
back as the man pressed himself deeply in her ass.

   "She sure looks pretty happy, doesn't she?" I asked the child.  Megan's
head bobbed up and down slowly.  I noticed she had begun to pant slightly.
I felt a hint of wetness seeping though her panties.  I tried to get a
finger under a leg hole but her panties were too tight.  I gave up and
resumed working through the material.  The pictures progressed to the woman
now kneeling in front of the man jacking the man off.

   Megan let a gasp escaped when the next picture showed his cum exploding
all over the woman's face.  It hit her nose, eyes and mouth.  I felt her
immature clit harden and I stroked it vigorously.  She stooped rubbing my
cock and slid forward spreading her legs to allow me better access.  I
could feel her cum building as I intensified my stimulation by cupping her
small breasts and tweaking her nipples.  I slowly stopped rubbing her
crotch.  I held my lips close to her ear and spoke to her.

   "Now you see," I whispered to her, "it's more than a man putting his
thingy in a woman," I said as I continued to fondle her boob.



   "Do you want me to show you how to make a man happy or do you want to
stop and go home?" I had phrased the question in such a way that she would
be staying and pleasing me or doing completely without my attention.  In
her heightened state of arousal, it was not much of a choice.

   "I wanna' stay," she whispered.  She reaffirmed this by slowly, if
absentmindedly stroking my cock a couple of times.

   "Good.  Stand up, turn around and take off your panties," I ordered. 
She slid off my lap and did so.  She looked at me hesitantly.

   "Fold them up," I said cooly.  She turned to the desk and folded them. I
got a fast glimpse of her ass, but couldn't see much as her dress was
gathered at her waist.  She turned back to face me.

   "Are you going to offer me those panties?" I asked.  She looked puzzled
for a few seconds and then her eyebrows shot up at the implication.  She
slowly nodded and held them out to me with one hand.  I looked at her with
a reproving doubtful look.  This shocked her a little, but then she took
them in both hands and offered them again, a hopeful look in her eyes.

   I pulled her forward and had her stand between my spread legs.  She
looked down at my bulging crotch as I lifted her right leg over my left
knee.  I trapped her hands which held her panties in one hand and slid the
other down into the folds of her virgin sex.  I quickly found her clit and
started rubbing from it down to her now exposed and moist cunt hole.  She
gasped in surprise but stood there and let me have my way.  I felt her
start to tremble as the leg she was left standing on shook.  I looked her
in the eyes.

   "I'm not going to take these from you until I'm sure you're up to the
job," I said earnestly.

   "Are you ready to try to make me happy?" At the moment she was having a
hard time concentrating.  The massaging her inexperienced clit was getting
was keeping her from being able to think clearly.  She was panting loudly
now.

   "Yesth...," she sighed.  I slowly pulled my finger from her snatch and
while she looked at me I stuck it in my mouth, tasting her young musk for
the first time.  Her eyes went wide.  I pushed her back and stood up.  In
one fell swoop I pushed my shorts down and stepped out of them.  Her eyes
riveted to my now free boner.  I took her chin in my hand and guided her
face to look at mine.

   "Wait here, I'll be right back," I instructed.  I ran upstairs and gor a
couple of towels.  I came back via the kitchen where I collected a spoon
and a jar of grape jelly from the fridge.  I placed one towel on my office
chair and folded the other one up and placed it on the floor infront of the
chair.  I sat in the chair and had Megan kneel before me.  He eyes watched
what I did with curiosity.  I took her hands and guided them to enclosed
the sides of my still rampant tool.  Opening the jelly I put large scoops
in each hand.  Then I closed her hands around my tool, squishing the jelly
against my cock.  I instructed her to coat my cock completely.  Once she
had done that I had her start eating the jelly, but told her not to
swallow.

   "Let any leftover jelly run back down on it," I told her.  Since she
wasn't swallowing the grape goo, she soon had my rod nice and slick.  I
coached her into stroking my pecker with her hands as her mouth worked up
and down on the head.  The days of not coming took their toll.  I could
feel the jism building in my nuts as I gazed down on the child, her mouth
smeared with purple juice.  Her eyes peered up at me, her lips wrapped
loosely around my nob.  It was geting to be too much.

   "Whatever you do, don't stop moving your hands up and down.  Okay?" I
panted breathlessly.  She nodded her understanding without taking my
manhood from her mouth, peering up at me with her lovely eyes.  I felt cum
surge in me and I knew I couldn't hold back any longer.  I slid my hands on
each side of her head and lifted her lips off me.

   "Watch it, Megan!" I shouted.  "Watch it shoot!!" I yelled as I felt my
cock explode.  her gaze turned down to my pecker as the first rope of cum
blasted her from the top of her forehead across the top of her head.

   "OH!" she declared in surprise.  Her mouth formed a perfect O as the
second blast shot forth.  She had pulled down slightly on my cock as she
pumped it and inadvertantly ended up aiming perfectly.  A long strand of
cum shot out and splatted her right in the back of her throat, up onto her
top lip and up her nose.  She turned her head and tried to cough when the
next shot splattered her cheek, chin and neck.  A final burst squirted out
between her lovely pale breast mounds.  To her credit, she didn't stop
jacking me until I stilled her hands.

   Looking down on her was a delight.  The ten-year-old was a mess of grape
goo and spunk.  She turned back to face me, one eye pressed shut to keep my
seed from dripping into her eyes.  A proud smile was on her face.

   "Did I do it right?" she asked, still coughing a bit.  It was then that
I wished I had had the forethought to have my camera ready.  I swore to
myself I wouldn't make the mistake again.

   "Well," I said non-commitally, "you still have all that jelly to lick
up," I added with a smile.  She went right to work, diligently licking my
cock clean.  I swiped strands of cum off her face and fed them to her.  She
looked at the first one I offered as if she was thinking about it, but all
the rest she slurped gleefully.

   When she had gotten what I thought was most of what she could I led her
upstairs and into the bathroom.  I started the shower and sat on the toilet
seat.  I pulled her between my legs.  She looked down at my deflated cock,
then up at my face.

   "Now I'm going to do two things at the same time," I explained.

   "I'm going to make you feel as good as you made me and at the same time
I'm going to loosen you up so you can take me inside you," I told her,
looking her in the eye.  She nodded slowly but I could tell she had doubts.


   "I want you to relax," I went on, "but I need you to not fight me
because it will make it harder.  Okay?"

   She nodded again, this time more firmly.  I had her stand to one side
and I leant her over my knees.  I took a bottle of skin lotion and applied
a healthy glop of it onto her ass crack.  She squealed at the sensation but
quickly quieted when I began to massage it down betwwen her cheeks. 
Instead of pushing it all in front of my fingers I applied it in a thick
even coat that went from her virgin rosebud to the top of her clitoris. 
When I had started she had spread her legs to give me access, but the
moment my finger touch her clit her legs involuntarilly tried to close
around my hand.  I gave her a quick slap on her ass which had the desired
effect.

   I worked slowly, running my forefinger from clit to asshole, massaging
the flesh in between without trying to penetrate her.  I kept my touch
light and shortly I could feel her trying to thrust backwards onto my
finger.  The bathroom was now warm and steamy, and sweat dripped off me
down onto her back and ass.  A fine sheen of persperation covered us both.
I had to use one hand just to keep her from sliding off my lap.  I started
toying with her sphincter in earnest, pushing my finger ever so slightly
against her hole.  I felt her tense up.  I twisted my finger on axis, not
trying to get deeper but definitely pressing down.  I added a quick dollop
of lotion right above her hole, letting it soften from her body heat and
start to drip in the desired direction.  I then massaged her hole with the
flat of my finger.

   "Megan," I whispered, "Do you want me in your ass?" I watched her listen
to the question and then weigh in her mind the possible answers she might
give.  Slowly she silently nodded her head.  I slid my finger back to her
clit and stroked it softly.  A small moan escaped her lips.  I then
returned my finger to her butthole.  This time I pressed more insistently
against her virgin poop shoot.

   "Megan, ask me nicely," I ordered her.  It took her a moment for her
steam and lust addled brain to comprehend.  I slid my middle finger down to
her clit and slowly flicked it back and forth while I kept my forefinger
pressed on her butt.  This double stimulation had a marvelous effect on the
child.

   "Please..." she pleaded.  She wiggled her ass trying to move it back
onto the tormenting digits.

   "Please what, Megan?" I asked in a hoarse whisper.  "You've got to ask
me, sweetheart.  Ask me to stick my finger in your butt," I taunted.  Again
I manipulated her sex with my fingers.

   "PLEASE!" She begged, "But it in my butt..." she breathed in a whisper.

   I slowly slid my finger deeper, working it in a little at a time.  I
felt her tense up.  I backed off and then began again.  All the while I
strummed her clit, and she rocked her buttocks from side to side, though
whether she was trying to get more pressure on her clit, the finger in her
ass deeper or out I couldn't tell.

   Then suddenly I felt her sphincter give way and watched as my forefinger
slowly impaled her.  Megan moaned loudly as her asshole spread to recieve
the girth of my finger.  I felt a hard little turd in her bowel which I
pushed back up in her.  My finger bottomed out in her ass as I probed her
bowel wall for her uterus on the other side.  This only increased her
stimulation.  She began to whimper and wiggle on my lap as I slowly ran my
finger around the inside of her ass.  I retracked my finger just until it
was fingernail depth and then drove it back deep into her.  I felt her push
back slightly on my hand the second time I went deep.  She was definitely
getting off on this!  Over the next couple of minutes I worked my finger in
and out of her ass, always pushing or pulling against her sphincter muscle
forcing it to relax.  Squirting a little more lotion on her crack I changed
fingers.  In one swift move I removed my index finger and replaced with my
thumb.  She groaned again as this was slightly thicker, but it allowed me
to now use my index finger to not only stroke her clit but to press against
her cunt hole occasionally, never actually penetrating her but letting her
feel where something could go.

   This caused her great agitation to say the least.  She now squirmed
incessantly, which with the combination of sweat and lotion made her hard
to hold in place.  I became aware that I too had become aroused.  I felt my
cock pressing up against her fat little tummy as she wiggled about.  This
made up my mind for me.  I pulled my thumb out of her which elicitted a
small whimper of displeasure.  I quickly replaced it both my middle and
index finger which slid in quite nicely, although just a bit tight.

   "AHHHHNNNNGGGG!!" Megan groaned as she felt this new intrusion up her
poop shoot.  I slid my two smaller fingers back along her twat, which did
the trick, but I was sure wasn't as satisfactory as my forefinger had been.
As I repeatedly finger fucked her butthole, I tried to spread the fingers
inside her but her hole was just too tight.  She began to try to get a
purchase on her feet, pushing herself forward on my lap, but the steamy
tile floor gave her no traction.  She was wiggling violently on my lap and
moaning her head off.  Holding her body to me with my free hand I leaned
forward and spoke.

   "Reach underneath and grab my cock," I ordered.  I spread my legs
slightly and felt her hand slide up and in and grasp the top half of my
cock.  Her baby tit mounds mashed themselves into my thighs as she did as I
had told her.  I continued to thust both fingers into her.  At the bottom
of the strokes I used both fingers to press firmly against her uterus,
which made her swoon every time I did it.  My cock was now as hard as it
had been when she had first handled it downstairs.

   Mad with lust, I quickly reached over her head and put my free arm under
her shoulders just below her neck and using her ass much like the holes in
a bowling ball, I lifted her to stand between my legs with her back to me.
The startled look on her face said it all, but she had no time to
contemplate it for in on swift action I quickly withdrew my fingers from
her ass, squirted lotion on my dick and with one hand on her shoulder and
the other one guiding my angry pecker, I pulled her back down onto me.  I
slipped just a bit before the tip of my manhood found its perch.

   "Steve, I-" was all she could get out before I firmly pushed down on her
shoulder and pulled her from her waist and sank my cock all the way up her
ass in one fell swoop.

   "AHHHHNNNN!!!" she cried out, partially in pain, part in pleasure.  I
pulled her back against me and reached around her waist to spread her bald
greasy pussy lips and diddle her some more.  That was all it took.  With
her feet all slippery she was trying to stand but kept sliding down.  This
caused her to rise of my hard tool and then forcefully impale herself
again. She wiggled around madly trying to get away from and closer to my
diddling fingers at the same time.  Her arms flailed out trying to reach
anything that she could hold onto, but there was nothing there.  I felt her
asshole tighten as her body exploded in its first ever orgasm.  I closed my
hand over her cunt and held it still, as I knew this would keep her orgasm
rolling.  I closed my legs as I felt her collapse entirely.  The only
motion I kept up was the slow, rhythmic stroking in and out of her ass. 
Her body was wracked with spasm after spasm and her head dropped down so
her chin rested on her chest.



   Handling her like a large doll, I pulled out momentarily to turn her
around, then I guided my cock right back up her ass.  She groaned softly
but did not look up or open her eyes.  With her like this I stood up and
walked us into the steamy hot shower.  She wrapped her arms around my neck
and held on tightly as I slowly washed her off, My cock still up her
backside.  Occasionally I would pump three or four deep thrusts into her to
keep myself hard, but I washed her hair, face, back, butt cheeks and thighs
with her firmly skewered on my tool.  After those parts were washed, I
carefully lowered us down so that she was sitting on top of me in the
bottom of the tub.  As the water poured down on us I hugged her and
murmured soft words to her, caressing her and slowly continuing to stroke
myself up into her.  After a few minutes she lifted her head and looked at
me.

   "Are you going to stick in the front now?" she asked hesitantly.  The
question took me aback.

   "Do you want me to?" I asked kindly.  A look of concern was in her eyes.
I could tell that she was probably worried, since having my dick up her ass
had caused her some pain, she was afraid of how much having it up her cunt
would mean, but she didn't want to deny me if I should so choose.  I let
her off the hook for now.

   "How's your butt feel?" I asked solicitously.

   "Full...," she replied automatically.  Then, after thinking about it and
realising she could answer me truthfully, "and sore," she added.

   "I feel like I gotta' poop," she went on.  I laughed lightly.  I pushed
her up so she was sitting upright onmy cock.  I could feel that I was not
as swollen as I had been earlier, but it filled her ass up all the same. 
Placing my hands on her waist, I slowly led her to rise and fall, riding my
firmness.  It took her a bit but she got the hang of it.

   "Don't worry," I said cheerfully, "It won't hurt like this the next
time." She didn't look too reassured, but continued to ride me.  I didn't
need to guide her very much now.  I released her waist and reached up and
taking the soap washed her chest, arms and tummy.  I spent a long time
rubbing my soapy hands over her plump little breast mounds, savoring the
feeling of her child tits with their puffy little nipples, not much bigger
than cherries.  Megan's eyes watched me as I delighted in touching her. 
Seeing what pleasure it gave me helped her mind set.  Soon she was pushing
her preteen chest out to meet my fingers, relishing the sensations she was
feeling.  This had the added side effect of pushing her ass down more
firmly on my schlong.  I played at trapping her puffy nipples in my
fingers, but due to the soap they slipped out of my fingers before I could
pinch them firmly.  Megan like this feeling a lot.  Soon she was giggling
playing with me the slippery nipples game, again oblivious of the rod she
had crammed up her anus.  All her moving about was having a delicious
effect on me, and I must have groan myself for she stopped and stared at
me.

   "Are you okay?" she asked innocently.  All I could do was nod and place
my hands again on her waist.  She took the signal and started to grind her
ass up and down on my manhood with a new determination.  Soon she was
slapping her butt down on me, trying to drive me as deep as she could.

   It was too much.  My mind reeled at the thought of this ten-year-old
sodomizing herself down on me not for her pleasure but just to get me off
was more than I could take.  Hot jism rose from my loins as I locked my
hands around her waist and drove myself deeply into her with all my might.

   "Ohhhh!" She exclaimed as she felt my burning hot sperm shoot up into
her bowels.  As the first load rocketed out of me I lost all control.  My
hands left her waist but she continued thrusting herself violently down on
my erect pecker.  I don't remeber much of what happened the next few
minutes, but I do recall her washing my cock lovingly, inspecting it and
playing with it.  The she got out of the shower and went to sit on the pot.
A very large farting sound escaped her and she giggled.  She also wiped her
ass very gingerly.  Then she was back in the shower, where we cuddled and
played until the water started to go cold.

   All this excitement had left us a little tuckered out, and we napped the
rest of the morning in on my bed.  I awoke around noon to find her curled
up in my arms, her head under my chin.  I slowly moved down and brought my
face even with her smal chest which rose and fell rhythmically to her
sleep. It was the first chance to take my time and study them closely. 
Each swell was barely a handful.  They were no bigger than half a runty
apple, with a puffy nipple the size of a small cherry.  I noticed now that
her nipples were cleft, and that the tips folded back into themselves.  The
breast swells themselves were a pale cream color, the same shade as flesh
that had never seen direct sunlight.  The nipples were only a shade darker,
a whitish pink color.

   As Megan softly snored on, I slowly drew my mouth close and closed it
over the upper of the two nipples.  I gently dragged my tongue over it,
feeling its shape.  I traced the cleft with the tip of my tongue, seeing if
I could coax it to perk out.  I felt Megan stir a bit, and I eased off my
minstrations.  I ran my hand up and down her back, ass and thigh, revelling
in the feel of her pudgy girl shape.  I felt my cock stir as I ran my hand
over the back of her thigh.  I rooled her softly onto her back and slid
farther down.  Gently spreading her legs I slid back up between them until
my face was inches from her hairless sex.  The thought that no one had ever
before done to her what I was preparing to do brought my swelling manhood
to full hardness.

   Inching forward and extending my tongue, I carefully insinuated it into
the folds of her virgin pussy.  The sweet taste of fresh soap and the ever
so slight musk of young girl flashed across my tastebuds.  Pushing her legs
even farther apart I inch up a little more and boldly pulled her vulva
apart to get a better view.  Her tiny clitoris was an angry reddish pink,
probably from all the rubbing I had subjected it to earlier.  I could not
resist.  Again I leaned forward, bu this time I took a big lick, running my
tongue from her slightly hidden baby shoot to the top of her hooded happy
button.  She murmured something in her sleep and tossed a bit, but did not
wake.

   Enboldened by this, I gently lifted her knees so that her feet were now
flat on the bed, allowing me to swing her legs even farther open and giving
me an unparalelled view of her never used cunt hole.  It too was an angry
pink, but it had a decidedly moist and wet look to it.  Again I leaned
forward and gently sampled the flavor to be found in her virgin pussy.  I
sensed her eyes flutter open and felt her gaze on me.  So I started to eat
her out in earnest.  I covered her clit with my whole mouth and flattened
my tongue over the length of her joy button.  Then without lifting off I
slid my tongue from side to side, causing the young girl great excitement.

   She tried to close her legs around my head but my adult hands were no
match for her young thighs.  I grabbed hold of her legs behind her knees
and pushed her legs up and onto her chest, lewdly exposing her spread
girlhood to my feasting lips.  I nibbled, sucked, licked and lashed her
quim, occasionally forcing my tongue into her spread slit.  Despite the
fact that she was thrashing about, her hands came an covered mine as I held
her legs up.  I felt her second orgasm of her life approach, and when it
hit I simply covered her quim with my tongue, not moving it and letting her
wallow in the rushes.  After I felt her hands drop form ont top of mine I
released her legs.  I kissed my way up her, first her mons, then her navel,
each breast , her neck and then cuddled next to her and gently pecked her
lips.  Finally her eyes fluttered open to gaze at me.



   "That's what you can expect when you take good care of me," I whispered
to her, punctuating the statement with a small kiss on the end of her nose.
She smiled wanly at me and then pulled me to her for a hug.  We must have
dozed off again because when I woke she was no longer in bed.

   I got up groggily and went downstairs.  I founds her in the living room
watching cartoons, naked as the day she was born.  It was such a beautiful
sight!  I went into the kitchen and made us some liunch.  She came in and
sat on the sofa with me andwe shared some soup, which I fed to her.  All
the while she never took her eyes off the TV.  As it was getting late I
went and found her clothes.  Returning to the couch I sat and dressed her,
she occasionally giggling at the show.  When she was dressed she sat back
down, but this time on my lap.  I couldn't help but notice that she did so
gingerly.  I knew her asshole would be tender for a few days.  When the
show ended it was time for her to go.  She kissed me lightly on the lips,
gave me a big hug and then her face was clouded with a sad expression.  I
asked what was wrong.

   "My mom's off the next two days," she told me.  I realised this was not
necessarily a bad thing, as it would give her ass some time to heal, but I
was saddened as well.

   "Well, maybe you can sneak over here if she bring a boyfriend in," I
suggested.  This didn't cheer her at all.

   "No, I can't," she explained, "We're going to Brownsville to visit some
friend of hers.  She says there's something there she needs to pick up,"
Megan lamented.  I told her I would miss her but I would see her again in
three days.  She smiled a bit and then, after a final hug and kiss, she was
gone.



   * * * *



   I got up the next morning and decided to do some shopping.  There were
things that I wanted to try with Megan to move her forward in her ambition
to be a real fuck toy.  Her mother's beater piece of shit was still in the
driveway when I left, but when I returned after a sucessful shopping trip
it was gone.  I noticed that they had left the garage door, a swing-up deal
as none of the units had automatic door openers, slightly ajar.  Stupid
cunt!  I thought as I went over to inspect it.  Sure enough, the padlock
was on the ground and the bottom of the door was sticking out a couple of
inches.  I looked around and seeing no one I quickly lifted the door,
stepped in and pulled it back closed.

   Once my eyes adjusted to the dark, I made my way to the inside door
which I knew led to the kitchen.  The garage had a bunch of junk in it,
cardboard boxes, old furniture, a stack of used tires and a lawnmover that
looked like it would only run if hell was chasing it.



   Entering the kitchen I found pretty much the same.  The place was a
pigsty.  Empty beer and booze bottles littered everywhere, and boxes of
crap covered the floor.  Old stained furniture surrounded by overflowing
ashtrays completed the look.  The place reeked.  I made my way upstair and
found that Megan, while no great housekeeper, kept some semblance of order
in her room, which was more than could be said of her mother.  As I perused
the mother's room, there on the far side of the room on the floor between
the bed and the wall I found a crack pipe sitting on a small glass tray.  I
was instantly both very sad and very angry.

   What was this woman thinking?  I went into Megan's room and looked
through there.  For some reason I was very attracted to her panty drawer.
Pulling out her panties and inspecting the sizes, colors and prints made me
feel very horny.  I was surprised to find a doorkey at the very bottom when
I pulled the last pair out.  Curious, I went and quickly f ound that it
fitted the front door.  With a half formed idea in my head, I went back and
quickly replaced the panties and taking the key I went directly to the
local hardware store and had a copy made.  I returned in ten minutes and
closed and locked their garage.  Then I let myself back in to their house
and put Megan's key back in her drawer.  After a quick survey of the rest
of her clothes, I let myself out and locking their house I went home.

   The next day I found myself listless, and started perusing the binary
groups that catered to young girls.  I looked at dozens of pretty young
things, but the ones that caught my eye the most were the chubby ones.  As
I cruised the news group I found myself with a raging boner.  Momentarily I
thought about taking matters into my own hands, so to speak, but decided I
would enjoy it infinitely more if I waited until Megan could do it for me.
I got some work related items done and went to bed early, restless for the
return of my child lover.

   I rose early the next day and waited impatiently for nine fifteen.  Just
when I started to become concerned that she wasn't coming I heard a soft
knock on my door.  I opened it to find a grinning Megan, sporting a new
spagetti strap top that did little to contain her blossoming charms.  She
rushed to my arms, smothering my face with kisses.

   "Did you get back this morning?" I asked socially.

   "Nah, we drove back last night," she replied.  "Mom was sure talkitive,"
she went on



   "She just went on n' on, her and her friend," they was pretty funny,"
she opined.



   "Yeah," I thought, "I bet she was." it was starting to dawn on me while
she would take a trip to Brownsville.  It was just this side of Nogales,
and I figured she was buying drugs there.  But those thoughts were chased
away by the exuberant Megan.

   "And ya' know what?" she asked, being very coy.

   "What?" I replied playing along.

   "My butt don't hurt no more!" she informed with a gleeful smile.  Those
words, from a child's mouth, instantly started my dick to hardening.

   "Well, you know what?" I asked in reply, a wicked grin on my face.  She
beamed back at me.

   "What?" She asked, giggling at the game.  Her little titties bounce
merrily in her too tight top.

   "I got some thing for you to help you with that too!" I declared
cryptically.  Megan's eyes went wide at the thought that I had gotten her
some sort of present.

   "What is it?" she asked insistantly.  "What is it?" she repeated herself
almost hopping with glee.

   "Well, I'll only show you if you promise to be my beauty model for the
day!" I announced.  She started jumping up and down, now delerious with
joy.

   "Okay!  Okay!" She hollered excitedly.  I took her hand and led her
upstairs to the bathroom.  Everything was set out on the counter.  She
looked at the curious items trying to figure out their purpose.

   "Alright," I started, "First we need the model to get all cleaned up for
her photo shoot," I said theatrically.  Before I could say more she was
pealing off her clothes which landed in a pile on the floor.  I picked them
up and placed them in on my dresser.  When I returned I started the shower
and once the water was pretty warm I filled a red latex bag that held two
quarts with the now extremely warm water.  I screwed in the cap and
connected the six foor tube to it and closed the clamp on the tube.  Then I
hung the bag from the shower curtain rod and sat on the toilet seat.  Megan
was looking at me with great curiosity.  I found the nozzle that screwed
into the end of the tube and attached it.  Then I patted my lap.

   She approached and lay across my legs.  I handed her the nozzle so she
could look at it while I gently spread her legs.  Opening a tub of
petroleum jelly I took a dollop and spreading her butt cheeks with one hand
applied the lube to her butt hole, first just massaging the sphincter, then
slowly working to press some of the jelly into her hole.  I explained what
I was doing as I went.

   "The first thing we want to do is make sure you're clean inside as well
as out," I stated knowingly.

   "All models do this so they don't have accidents" I lied.  Taking the
nozzle from her I smeared the jelly that was left on my finger onto its
tip. Then I placed the end of the nozzle against her butthole and gently
added pressure.  Her hole resisted only slightly and then the nozzle
disappeared up her ass.  She let off a soft sigh at the penetration.

   "Most models I know love this part of the cleaning," I said.  With that
I took the tube clamp in my hand and opened it.

   "OHHHH!" exclaimed Megan as warm water rushed into her bowels.  It
wasn't a cry of pain but of surprise.  I counted to five and closed the
clamp.  I took hold of the nozzle and slowly fucked the child's ass with
it, gently pulling almost all the way out then burying it back in to the
hilt.

   "You okay down there?" I asked solicitously, already knowing the answer.


   "Yeah," she said, pantling slightly.  "That felt weird," she went on.  I
opened the clamp again and counted to five again before closing it.

   "Weird good or weird bad?" I asked as I again returned to fucking her
with the nozzle.



   "Well, it wasn't weird bad," she decided out loud.  Again I opened the
clamp, counted to five and closed it again.  Another sigh escaped her. 
Holding the nozzle in place with one hand I reached down and softly started
patting her sex.  This made her jump a bit, once more from surprise than
from pain.  As soon as I stopped patting I opened the clamp again for
another count of five.  Hegan started to wiggle on my lap, stirred by the
stimulation she was getting.

   "Okay now," I said, "I'm going to let more in and you tell me when you
start feeling full."

   She nodded her assent.  Opening the clamp the water rushed into her
bowels I felt her squirm a little and the she cried out.

   "I'm full!  I'm full!  Please stop!" I instantly closed the clamp. 
There would be plenty of chances in the future to test her capacity for
what she thought "full" was, but I wanted her to like the process for now.
Glancing over at the bag I saw that she'd taken about three quarters of its
contents.

   "Not bad!", I thought.  I instructed Megan to clamp down hard on her
sphincter.  When I felt her tighten up I removed the nozzle.  I then deftly
picked her up, stood and deposited her on the toilet.  Instantly she
released her bowels and I was greeted by the sound of fluid flushing loudly
out of her.

   A broad grin of relief lit up her face as she expelled all the water and
waste.  After wiping we climbed in the shower.  She latched onto my tool
with both hands, not so much to stimulate me but as a hand hold.  I washed
her all over, paying special attention to her little bottom.  Without any
more playing around we got out and dried off.  Her eyes seemed to be
constantly staring at my dick, which had the effect of keeping me half hard
all the time.  There are few things more lewd than a young girl feasting
her eyes on a man's cock, and I revelled in it.

   Before going downstairs I sat down on the toilet seat and motioned for
Megan to lay across my lap.  She looked at me quizzically but complied. 
Taking the petroleum jelly I took a glob and pressed it up into her ass. 
She squirmed a bit but my finger slid in without too much effort I noted
with satisfaction.

   I took her downstairs and showed her some of my purchases.  Her eyes lit
up as I pulled out a bright yellow Brazilian styled bikini.  I'd found it
in a womens store and had bought the smallest one they'd had.  She just
glowed as I helped her fit in on, tying the strings behind her neck back
and the two that held the bottom on.  With minute triangles that barely
contained her puffy nipples to a thong bottom that trapped her vulva but
left her ass cheeks completely exposed, she looked so sexy I wanted to fuck
her right there.

   I led her to the computer and sitting down with my legs apart, I sat her
on one thigh and showed her more pictures I had found.  The first set was
of a girl about her age modeling a two piece swimsuit.  Though nowhere near
as revealing as the one Megan wore, I pointed out to her the poses the girl
took.  She absorbed this information, as well as the observations that I
made on how the shots could have been better, that is, more revealing or
enticing.  This occasionally drew giggles from the plump girl.  Those
giggles slowed somewhat when I took her hand and rested it on my semi-hard
rod.

   I guided her hand to start to stroke me, not with great intent but
simply to add to our stimulation.  I held her loosely, reaching around her
while gently stoking one of her nipples through the stretchy material of
the bikini.

   The second set of pictures was of a rather young woman sucking a man's
cock.  Megan's eyes went wide as the pictures showed the progress of the
woman slowly sliding the man's cock down her throat until she had her nose
pressed against the man's stomach.

   "Where's she put it?" Megan asked in awe.  I told her that the woman
opened her throat and literally swallowed it.

   "I couldn't do that," she said skeptically.  She had little idea of what
I had in store for her.

   "Sure you can," I said cheerfully.  "It just takes practice, but you
have to want to do it too though," I concluded.  She turned to look at me,
nodding slowly.  She glanced down at her hand, now pleasantly filled with
my firm pecker.  She stroked it up and down, and I could tell she was
trying to mentally gauge her getting my manhood down her throat.  Not
wanting to scare her, I suggested we test her modelling skills.  She
readily agreed.

   I took one set of her on the sofa.  The next set was outside with her
playing in the little pool.  That naturally led to another set of her
standing in my little back patio in her wet little bikini which due to
being wet was now almost transparent.  I told her I wanted to try something
different.  Leading her inside I brought out some soft white nylon rope. 
She looked at me quizzically until I explained I wanted to play cowboys and
indians and that she would be the indian maiden who gets tied up.  Her face
brightened at the sound of the new game to which she eagerly agreed.

   Over the next hour I tied up and then took more pictures of my now
helpless playmate.  I tied and untied her at my whim, changing her
positions, each one a little more lewd than the last.  After every
readjustment I took more pictures.  Eventually she was tied across the
width of my coffee table on her back with a towel under her.  Her legs were
tied behind her knees, drawn up and spread wide.  Her hands were tied to
the far ends of the table away from her head.  To complete the position I
ran a rope over her waist and used it to pull her waist down by running the
rope under the table and tying it off on the side her head was on.  this
effectively pinned her in place with her head hanging off one end of the
table and her butt off the other.  I carefully tucked a hand towl under her
neck so the edge of the table wouldn't press sharply against the back of
her neck.

   "Now I have you, my sweetie!" I declared theatrically.  Megan giggled,
not knowing what was coming.  I took pictures of her from every angle.  One
that I would always treasure was one of her looking up at me, a darling
smile on her face.  I knelt down and with one swift yank I pulled her top
up and revealed her pretty young girl breasts, now almost flat from her
laying on her back.  Leaning down I suckled each one, eliciting both
giggles and squirms.  I leaned back on my haunches and teases her mouth
with my cock.  I slowly fed it in, stopping when I felt the back of her
throat.  As I slowly stroked it in and out, never pressing in deeper than I
had first entered, I spoke to her.

   "Can you feel where it would go if I pushed it deeper?" I asked
seriously.  I felt her mouth tense, but then she relaxed and I felt her bob
her her slightly.  I continued to slide it in and out, but I pressed it
against the back of her mouth a little more insistently, though not trying
to penetrate.  Every few strokes I backed out almost completely and allowed
her to catch her breath.

   Abruptly I pulled my tool out and went over and knelt down before her
spread snatch, spared from sight by the thin material of the bikini bottom.
I pulled the bows out of the strings that held the bottom on and slowly
revealed her hairless virgin cunt.  I took a few more pictures before
diving in and feasting on her exposed clit.  I ate her young pussy slowly
but with deliberation, building her arousal as I went.  Just as I felt she
was about to cum, I stopped and returned to kneel before her head.  Again I
pressed my stiff hardness against her lips.  They parted instantly and
accepted me in.  I slowly built up a rhythim.  At the bottom of the stroke
I would press against the back of her throat, knocking on the door of her
gullet.  I could sense the resistance there starting to weaken.  I
desperately wanted to ram it down her throat.

   Just as I was tempted to do so I felt the back of her throat open
slightly and I felt the head of my dick pop in.  I quickly pulled it back
out all the way.  Megan coughed and sputtered a bit, but I promptly leaned
down and rewarded her with a kiss.  She smiled up at me weakly through
watery eyes.

   "Wow!  That was amazing!" I declared.  She sheepishly beamed with pride.


   "You really did it!" I went on enthusiastically.  She nodded her head as
best she could, a big smile on her face.  I asked her if she wanted to try
it again so I could take a picture of her doing it.  She agreed, but I
could tell she still had reservations.  Taking my camera I slowly began
face-fucking her.  After only a few strokes I felt her throat open
slightly. It was all the signal I needed.  I firmly drove my cock down her
throat, the camera clicking away capturing it for posterity.  I didn't stop
until I felt my ball sack against her nose.  Megan's body convulsed as her
gag reflex went into motion.  I pulled out, my cock now pleasantly coated
in phlegm and saliva.  She coughed some more but soon composed herself.

   Again I changed ends.  Taking my spittle covered cock I rubbed it up and
down her exposed sex, still wet from my oral minstrations.  Pressing it
down against her crack I rubbed it firmly up and down, stopping only to
teasing ly poke at the entrance to both her virgin pussy and her
surprisingly supple asshole.  Finding her ass more pliant, I slowly sank my
tool about half way up her butt.  A load groan escaped Megan's lips as I
entered her.  I stroke my rod in and out a few times as reached down and
teased her cunt by pressing the head of my cock in until I felt her hymen.
Her cunt lips bulged obscenely as the end of my member ploughed them apart.
All this attention had the young girl bucking, trying to get my manhood
deeper into her hungry loins.  I pulled out and taking my tool in hand, I
started slapping her erect little clit with the underside of my prick. 
This had an envigorting effect on the child.  She squirmed and moaned.  As
I spanked her sex with mine I prodded her.

   "Are you ready, Megan?" I asked wickedly.  She whimpered loudly.

   "Megan!" I acalled to her.  She seemed to slow her wiggling about.  "Do
you want me to fuck you?" I asked, relishing using such vulgar terms with
the young girl.  There was no denying what I was proposing.  I could see
her slowly nod her head up and down.

   "Say it," I demanded.  I was mad with lust.  I wanted her to beg me to
fuck her virgin twat.

   "Please..." she whispered.  Her eyes were tightly shut.  I slapped her
clit some more, goading her on.

   "Ask me to fuck you, Megan.  Ask me nice!" I egged her lewdly.  I
punctuated every syllable with a slap on her twat.

   "Please Steve, fuck me..." she whispered, her words panted out.

   I placed my cock in line with her ass and slowly slid into her.  A low
groan escaped her lips as I slowly but inceasantly slid my manhood all the
way up her greased ass.  She started to whimper as my tool bottomed out. 
Flexing my cock inside her butt I began to tease her more.

   "Is this where you want it, Megan?  Is this where you want me to fuck
you?" I accompanied my words with long deep strokes in and out of her
rectum.  Though I'm sure this was pleasant, it was not the penetration
she'd thought she'd be getting.  I didn't get any words from her so I went
on.

   "Or do you want me to fuck you pretty little cunt?  Is that where you
want it?" I queried rudely.  I massaged her clit with my thumb, mashing it
against her pelvic bone as I skewered her butthole.  This had a delicious
effect on the girl.  She moaned uncontrollably and tried to hump my rod
deeper into her ass.

   "Megan!  Ask me to fuck your cunt, baby!  I won't do it unless you ask
me nicely for it!"

   It was now me who was panting.  At first I thought she wouldn't be able
to speak, so lost in lust as she was.  But slowly she gathered herself
enough to speak.  A tiny voice squeaked out of the young lass.

   "Please..." she started.  "Please..., fuck mmm...., fuck my....cunt...."
she sighed.  It was all the invitation I needed.  Pulling my cock from her
well-lubed ass I placed the tip against her virgin hole.  I slowly leaned
my weight forward and felt the head spread her cunt lups.

   I paused for just a moment as I felt her hymen bar my way.  Taking hold
of her raised thighs I used them to pull me into her.  In an instant her
cherry gave way.  She let out a cry and I sank into her.  I felt her cunt
muscles cramping up into vaginismus.  I pulled her thighs hard before she
locked down all the way.  I could feel my dick bang up against her uterus
as her cunt muscles cramped up.  An iron-like grip grabbed my cock.  I
could not move, which at the moment didn't bother me.  I took my camera and
took several pictures of her getting her first fucking.



   Once I had enough memories stored for perpetuity I put the camera down
and went back to work.  I gently bumped her womb as I massaged her clit.  I
felt her cunt muscles relax a bit and slowly began inching back and forth
inside her.  Once she was loose enough for me to extract myself I promptly
switched ends again.  Looking down at her face I saw that she had a few
tears streaking from the corner of her eyes up the side of her face.  I
gently kissed them, licking them up.  I worked my kisses to her lips and
kissed her deeply, driving my tongue in her young mouth.

   "You are so beautiful..." i whispered to her.  She gave me a weak smile,
snifling a bit.  I leaned back and placed my cock, which was pink with a
little blood against her lips as she stared up at me.

   "Open up," I demanded.  Her lips spread slightly and I pushed my virgin
stained tool into her mouth, forcing her to feed on her virginity.  Within
a couple of strokes I was once more pushing my angry cock down her throat.
This time I wasn't so gentle.  I trapped her nipples between my thumbs and
forefingers and used them to tug her deeper onto my cock until once again
her nose was in my balls.

   I thrust my hips forcefully fucking the child's skull.  Again I
retracted all the way and smiled as I was rewarded with a view of my cock
nicely coated in her phlegm, salive and blood.  She was still gasping for
air when I returned to put my soiled rod back into her freshly fucked baby
cunt.

   I lined up the end of my pecker with her pink seeping twat and in one
stroke pushed it in until it bottomed against her womb.  Megan cried out
once more as I violated her pussy for the second time.  But this time she
didn't tighten up.  That's not to say it wasn't the tightest this I had
ever fucked, because it was!  But the combination of her throat coatings,
her virgin blood and her out emerging womanly juices helped make the
difference.  I began slowly but within a minute I was pounding my cock
deeply into her.

   Each time my rod punched her cervix she let out a small involuntary high
pitched moan.

   "INGH!....INGH!,...INGH!" She grunted.  The sound of her taking my cock
was intoxicating.  I felt cum boil in my loins and I knew I wouldn't last
long.  Again I mashed her clit with my thumb and stroked her in rhythym to
my pumping.

   "Here it comes, baby!  HERE IT COMESSSSS!!!!!!" I yelled as I erupted,
shooting hot steaming baby juice deep into her preteen womb.  I had felt
how the end of my cock had lined up perfectly with the hole in her cervix,
and I knew that all of my seed had shot up deep inside her.  It was the
most delicious thing I had ever felt.  Wad after wad of cum spunked up into
her immature belly.  I vaguely remember her shouting as well, but my ears
were ringing and I was having a hard time staying upright.  I felt my cock
wilting as I pulled it from her cunt.  I slowly crawled back to the side of
the table her face was on.  I could tell she was breathing but her eyes
were closed.  I slowly untied her and lovingly picked her up in my arms.  I
carried her upstairs and lay her in my bed.  I got a warm wash rag and
gently wiped her clean.  The I lay down beside her and closed my eyes, my
little love goddess wrapped up in my arms.

   * * * *

   The next few weeks went like a blur.  Every day her mom was working
Megan would be over as soon as she left.  I arranged for a hidded key and
she would let herself in.  She'd wake me by sliding into my bed and
starting my day with a delicious deep throat blowjob, at which she had
become uncanningly adept.  I will always have fond memories of her
beautiful eyes staring up at me as she swallong my morning eruption.  Then
I'd return the favor and eat her sweet little twat.  During the day we'd
pal around, doing whatever we liked.  In the afternoons we'd go at it
again, this time always with me shooting her young cunt full of my seed. 
These were the happiest days I had ever known.  It was maybe a month or so
later that I noticed one day she had some ugly bruises on her upper arms.

   Afraid I had somehow gotten to rough with our sex play I asked her about
them.

   "Megan, did I do that to you?" I asked, full of concern.  All of a
sudden she looked glum.

   "No, Mom got angry with me last night and shook me hard," she said in a
low voice.

   When I discovered that it had been for a minor mistake I was angry, but
there was little I could do.  Then I statrted to notice that the trips to
Brownsville, which had been on a monthly basis, were now becoming more
frequent.  I also noticed a higher number of "visitors" to Megan's house,
often in the dead of night and usually after the trips.

   The straw that broke the camel's back came when Megan showed up one
morning with a black eye.  Appearantly Megan had broken a drinking glass
and her mother had clocked her.  I knew it was time for me to do something.
I thought about absconding with the girl.  It was a beautiful dream, but I
knew that it was not something that would work.  I was convinced that her
mother was unfit, but I was unsure as what I could do about it.

   Also, I was in love.  I selfishly wanted what we had to go on.  All of
this caused me great anguish.  When Megan informed me of the next trip I
went into action.  Once they were gone I took the key I had of their place
and snuck in.  I searched the house, trying to figure what I could do to
use against the mother to get her to give the girl up to me.  While
searching the mother's room, I came across papers that named Megan's father
and where her worked.  It was then that what I needed to do sunk in.  With
tears in my eyes I gathered the information and left.

   * * * *

   Megan, her mother and the mother's boyfriend had just gotten back from
Brownsville when the local police, state police and Megan's father showed
up.  They carted off her mom, towed her car and searched the premises.  The
boyfriend went to jail as well.  After staying long enough to collect just
a few of Megan's things, Megan and her dad were gone too.  I went over to
the complex's office and told them I was moving out the next day.  I told
them that when I had moved here I had been under the impression it was a
safe area, but with all of the crime going on and people getting arrested I
could no longer stay there.  I didn't tell them that all my things had been
packed before the police had arrived.

   I moved to a slightly more upscale complex a few miles away to start
anew.  I was deeply troubled that I had allowed myself to become involved
with someone so young.  I was very sad, quite confused and more than a
little worried should Megan tell her father about us.  I swore to myself
that I would never again become involved with anyone underaged again.  The
fact that I would fail at my oath in just a few weeks was something I could
have never predicted, but that's a different story.
   

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