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As the saying goes: User beware. (MgFg, ped, inc, 1st, wife, cheating, preg, military) *** Layover: It was spring and I was on my way back Stateside from Germany to spend a few months at the NCO school at Fort Knox, KY. My flight, scheduled by personnel departed from Frankfurt put me in to Philadelphia a few days early. I was to make a connecting flight out of Philly to Louisville. Before leaving Germany I let my folks – and girl cousins know I would be Stateside for a while. Needless to say I had four very happy young girls to face in a few weeks; Connie who attended the local community college had just graduated two years before and was working for a local insurance and real estate broker, the three youngest, Elaine, Susan and Linda had graduated from high school and on their own. Just before leaving Germany I got a letter from my mother letting me know she let her cousin Rick, who was living in Philadelphia at the time, know I was coming back Stateside for awhile, I could spend a few days with him and his family. The name was familiar. I vaguely recalled meeting Rick and his family some years before. Oh well, it would be someplace to crash for a couple days and to see what civilians do for a living. By this time I had been in the Army nearly twelve years – and yes, I was making a definite career out of the Army. I arrived at Philadelphia International late on Saturday afternoon. Arrangements were that I was going to be staying with Rick and his family for the next three days. I didn't really have to be at Fort Knox until Thursday; the first day of class was not until the following Monday; this gave the NCO students a couple days to settle in before classes. When I finally cleared customs, a real pain in the neck; Rick, and his family – his wife Sherri and daughter Michelle, a young teenage addition of her mother, met me. I took one look at the mother and daughter and the first thought I had was: "Good god, Rick sure knows how to pick `em." Sherri was a gorgeous fox: Long blonde hair, very blue eyes, tall and slender with small full firm breasts and the features of a centerfold model. The daughter was nonetheless a young version of her mother: A gorgeous little doll; long blonde hair, very blue eyes, nice small full firm breasts, a damned cute little figure. I guessed she had to be about fourteen. Both were dressed in mother-daughter white lace sleeveless mini-dresses with deep cut bodices, showing plenty of cleavage, with white linen lace jackets, and white high heel sandals. To try and describe Sherri and Michelle anymore would bankrupt the English language; to say the least, I had an instant hard-on. I vaguely recalled Michelle, or Missy, visiting with the family while Rick and Sherri had gone to Europe on some luxury vacation about six years ago; she would have been about eight then anyway. I was already in the service at the time so I missed seeing her. Introductions were made and Rick and I piled my bags on to a cart to wheel out to the front of the terminal. I waited with Sherri and Michelle at the pickup area. Some business types coming out darned near tripped over their big feet when they saw me, in uniform with these two gorgeous girls. At the time I was working with the 8th Special Forces out of Bad Tolz on assigned duty and was authorized the Special Forces uniform and insignia. Anyway, here I was with two damned gorgeous girls and these fools coming out of the terminal are damned near killing themselves tripping over suitcases, bags and carts trying not to appear obvious they were staring at us in passing. Rick finally arrived at the pickup area, loaded my bags in to the back of his Mercedes and we were out of there. I got in the back with Michelle, and it was obvious she was immediately infatuated with me. She made no pretensions about her attraction to me, despite our obvious age difference; she sat as close to me as she could, her hand brushing against mine. Sherri, on the other hand I judged to be at least in her thirties, and a beautiful woman for her middle thirties. Rick, always one to want to show off for the family from what I understood (the guy has amassed more money despite the stock market problems of the time, than common-sense – trust me) and especially me, took us to one of the more expensive restaurants in Philadelphia. Fortunately I was able to clean up and shave on the plane before we landed in Philly. Rick took us to the stately old Hotel Ivanhoe and the Fontainebleau Room. The place is more expensive than necessary, more for the expense account business crowd, but – Rick's choice, nevertheless. During the whole meal Michelle quietly listened and seemed to absorb nearly every word I said: I talked mostly about Europe: France, Italy, Germany and an assignment that took me to the Netherlands to train with the Royal Dutch Commando Regiment for a week last spring. Rick and Sherri had taken the typical tourist trip to France and Italy, six years earlier but they didn't see nearly half the places I had seen roaming around these countries with the host army units. Our section went places most tourists never seem to get to on their own. Michelle's eyes were glued on me the whole evening. She said very little but her silence was loud and clear: The girl was waiting her chance when she could be alone with me. That much became clear later. I began to get the unusual feeling she was more mature for her age than she allowed. That seemed to be the case with most of the girls in our family: fourteen going on twenty-four, especially Connie, the oldest of the girls – twenty-five now. More so, Sherri was observing me closely, like she was either considering something or wanted to ask me something but was holding back until the time was right. The next morning I was awake at my usual time: Four a.m., despite our not getting to the house before 10 o'clock that evening. Most civilians are rolling over for another go around of sleep until at least six a.m.: however, when I was in cantonment I had to toss a dozen troops out of the rack by 0500 hours for physical training (good `ole PT) by 0600 hours, and then off to the mess hall by 0700 hours – who has time to relax? I was out the door jogging around the block a couple times and back to the house. Rick and Sherri live in the very upscale, very upper middle class, very well to do side of Suffolk, Pennsylvania, a wealthy suburb of Philadelphia. I must have been a sight for any early risers – if there were any on a Sunday morning, in fatigue uniform and jump boots. I arrived back at the house and was showering by 5:30 when the door to the room opened a crack. All I could see past the shower curtain via the steam-fogged mirror was a blonde head peering in past the open door. It was Michelle. Sherri put me in a guest room in the downstairs part of their sprawling house, which pretty well isolated me from the rest of the house. I watched Michelle slip into the room, look around for a minute before she realized I was already awake. My fatigues and boots lay beside the as yet unmade bed. Michelle acted surprised than disappointed for a moment. Then she noticed me watching her. She started to back out of the room. "I-I thought..." she began to blush from embarrassment as I looked out from the bathroom. Michelle, or Missy as the family called her, was wearing a short white nylon flower print dressing gown and white sandals. I allowed a slight smile. I suspected there was something she wanted and the thought of quietly slipping in to bed with me had not gone as she anticipated. "Come on in, Missy. Pass me the jeans there on the bed." She passed the jeans to me through the partly open door. As I pulled the jeans on over my damp legs, I could see Missy. She sat on the edge of the bed staring at the floor in thought, her arms wrapped about her holding the dressing gown tight about her slim body. I suddenly had a hard-on that made it damned near impossible for me to move. I tried not to act like I was enjoying her moment of disappointment. I closed the door but left it ajar so I could watch her for a moment I finally stepped out of the bathroom, sans shirt having adjusted my hard thick raging cock, and sat on the edge of the bed to act like I was searching for a pair of clean socks in a duffle bag. "You're an early riser too," I told her as I found a pair of socks in the duffle bag. Michelle was flustered for a moment. She fumbled for a comment. "I—I didn't know you would get up so early too. I thought maybe you'd sleep in.," she said trying to make a suitable reply. Sitting up, I took a chance to slip an arm about her waist. "Sorry. I've been an early riser since I was old enough to help on grandpa's farm. Besides, it's also something I have to do as a platoon sergeant on a daily basis anyway." I found a clean pair slipped them on then casually slipped an arm around her slender waist. "Army. Yeah, I suppose." She lowered her eyes to my hand that rested on her waist. She allowed a slight smile of acceptance. "Couldn't sleep?" I knew why she couldn't sleep. She had been waiting for her chance to slip downstairs to the room and into bed with me. She shook her head her blonde hair swished back and forth. I held her closer, Michelle allowing me to draw her closer. I hesitated almost expecting her to stop me or make a protest about me wanting to hug her. She finally laid her head against my arm. "Tired?" I asked, smelling the tangy bouquet of perfume in her hair. Michelle shook her head again. I moved my hand up along her back to her long silken hair. I started to gently stroke it, as I talked to her. After a moment she began to relax. I asked her some of the obvious things about school and friends and home. She asked me about the places I had been; her desire was to one-day visit Europe to see all the places I had seen. I took a chance to kiss her lightly on the cheek. She blushed as my lips touched her face. I hesitated again expecting her to pull away; she did not. Rather, Michelle looked up at me. "Y-you kissed me." "Yes." I had no idea what else to say at that point. "I—I have never been kissed by a guy before." I think that is where I had the idea that Michelle had become infatuated with me. She lifted her face to mine; her very blue eyes slightly closed, Michelle silently inviting me to kiss her again. Holding Michelle close, my arm about her slender waist, I touched her chin with my other hand tilting her head that I might meet her inviting young mouth with mine. Gently kissing her again until she became used to the sensation of my mouth on hers, I drew back to assess her reaction. "I never knew it could be like that," she said softly, her voice a near whisper of awe and wonder, her cheeks a flushed pink. As I kissed her again, caution now giving way to passion or more lust for this young girl, I slowly stroked her long silken blonde hair. I held her close with both arms, her small firm breasts pressed against my bare chest, the silken nylon sending a chill of ecstasy through me. Michelle was submissive as I continued to kiss her, stroking her hair, then slowly sliding my hand down along her slender waist letting her choose the course she wanted. As I moved down along her neck, her little rose bud nipples were erect and rigid, tenting the bodice; her nipples tingling from the attention that I was giving her hair. She was really surprised that just stroking her hair was affecting her so. I moved my hand back to her shoulder, slipping under the front of the gown pulling it open enough to see she wore a pink and white chemise, the little nipples that were firm and erect with excitement. She looked down at my hand fondling her small firm breasts and to see the nipples erect and hard. The sensation was beginning to have an effect on her. Missy was beginning to experience feelings she had never known before. That was the point at which I stepped over the line. Without touching the nipple, I gently caressed it just rubbing little circles around the rose bud pink nipple, slowly widening the circle until I was crossing her chest to the other breast, which was still hidden by the satin gown. As my fingertips slowly circled their way toward the nipple of her other breast, Michelle sighed with her growing arousal, our tongues now entwined as I explored her mouth. She shrugged her shoulders such that the gown fell off from that breast too. I now had access to her whole upper body. I knew that what I was doing was wrong, but this young girl was so beautiful, and so aroused by my touching her that I just couldn't stop. I continued to trace ever-smaller circles around each breast until I could just touch the nipple. Then I would apply pressure to the whole breast with the flat of my hand before tracing widening circles to the base of her breast and then crossing her chest to the other one. After a moment I eased Michelle back on the bed, our mouths parted for a brief moment as I gazed down on her, her head back her long blonde hair lay about her small head in a halo of virgin innocence. Her eyes were closed and lips slightly parted waiting for me to continue. I could hear her quietly moaning with her desire for me. "Don't stop, Dave. This is what I want..." she said in a near whisper, her eyes opening gazing up at me, her eyes pleading that she wanted me to continue what I was doing to her. Like I've said, Michelle is a very pretty little girl. Looking at her lovely young body responding to my touch was having an effect on my body. My thick hard raging virile cock was pushing against the pants zipper so hard that it hurt. Still I didn't want to ruin the moment by adjusting it. From her breasts I moved upward to her shoulders and down her arms as far as the chemise would let me go. Then back up to her shoulders and down her sides lifting the chemise I gazed at the little matching bikini panty. I slipped the chemise's thin little lace straps aside from her shoulders. I leaned down to kiss and suck at her nice small full firm breasts. Michelle didn't move to help me or stop me. She started to gently move her hips responding to my touch. My fingers traced small circles to ruffle her scant pubic hair peeking out the top of her nice little white lace bikini panty. There was something about the white lace she wore that made me want to take her right then, to rape her virgin cherry. The movements of her hips were no longer so gentle, and her moans were getting more intense as I slid my fingers between her legs to caress her pussy, pressing the silken nylon lace against the warm moistness of her little cherry pussy. She was now wet with the seeping of her virgin juices, her childhood pulsed with her arousal. I was sure glad that the rest of the family was upstairs in a part of the house, well away from the lower section. If anyone were awake in the house they would have discovered us by now for sure. I had already gone way further then I had ever intended. I was aware that what I was doing to Michelle was illegal, anyway, my junior year of high school I had seduced my young girl cousins and two of their little friends, but I simply could not stop myself now. My fingers slipped under the elastic of her panties and moved down between her legs. Her dusky downy hair was sparse and very soft, and wet with the seeping of her girlhood juices. I could feel the little bump that is the beginning of her virgin clit's hood. She gasped with the touch of my fingers on her virgin cherry of innocence. Her eyes fluttered open as she felt my fingers caress her virgin cherry. "Dave, please be gentle with me," she softly begged, looking up into my eyes, her beautiful blue ones pleading with me to be gentle. I kissed her on the mouth as I assured her she wouldn't be hurt. As I pushed my hand further down, her panties went with it and soon her pussy was uncovered for my eyes to feast on. I slipped the panty down her thighs and off. She never stopped wiggling her hips or moaning. Rather than trying to stop me, she lifted herself up a little so I could slip them off. Her virgin innocence was vulnerable to my desires and gratification. That moment brought back memories of those long ago afternoons when I was able to get one of the girl's alone to fuck them. Those were the days when we didn't worry about whether it was right or not – we just did it and the girls enjoyed those heady moments when they would put out for me, and I'd have the sole pleasure of fucking their girlhood innocence. Without the thick thatch of hair that many older women have, I could see Missy's little cherry virgin pussy plainly; the hood of her little clit, and her clit's little head peeking out from under it. The outer lips of her pussy were swollen with blood, and the inner lips open like petals of a flower. I let my fingers roam around the soft inner lips. Her virgin juices seeping out from between them and my fingers easily slipped along their warm wet path. With each trip around her entrance to heaven, I would bump the hood of her clit, never actually touching the little head, which was begging for attention. Missy was gasping now, a steady stream of moans and cries coming from her. I let my middle finger dip into the virgin childhood innocence of her breathtaking little virgin cherry; forcing it in as far as it would go. Her cherry was small and nice and tight as I first penetrated her. Missy cried out with a shuddering moan thrusting her hips hard against my hand. Then she started moving her hips such that my finger was forced in and out of her at an ever-increasing pace. Her pussy was nice and small and tight, my finger was like my hard thick cock inside her, fucking her virgin innocence. "Ah, ah, ah, ohhh, yess! Oh, what are you doing to me? Yes, yes...!" she cried, as she thrust her hips with the release of her first multiple orgasms. "Ah, ah, ah! Ah!" Her face was flushed with her exertions, her chest heaved with each breath. The last of Missy's resolve crumbled, she let me have my way with her. I withdrew my finger as I kissed her along her stomach and waist down to her pussy. I knelt between her legs to suck and kiss and lick her tender young pussy, my tongue touching her swollen clit. I slowly with soft touches to her satin skin moved my mouth to her innocent teenage pussy and just touched her clit with the tip of my tongue; she cried and gasped as I probed her innocence, her rapid motion moving my tongue back and forth on the sensitive organ. That was all it took. Michelle's body went stone rigid. For several seconds she did not move or make a single sound. Then she cried like I had just poked her with a pin. I could feel strong contractions squeezing at my finger like her pussy was trying to milk something from it. Her orgasm went on for what seemed like forever. Missy's cum had been so violent that I had almost cum myself. Her pussy milking at my finger as her body started to shake. Then it was over. Missy's pussy eased its vice like grip on my finger, and her body started to relax. Her arms around me, she held me close and started to quietly cry. Neither one of us said anything. I lowered my lips to hers and we shared a long deep kiss. At first I wasn't sure if she'd suddenly resist my attempt to take her. Her face was flushed with the new excitement of losing her virgin innocence now. Missy was suddenly scared. "Are – are you going to...?" "I'm going to make love to you, Missy. I'm going to make a woman of you now." "Yes that's what I want, Dave..." Her young girlish body ached with the newness of the ecstasy that she felt as I pulled the top of the chemise away from her shoulders and breasts. "Make love to me, but please – don't hurt me." Finally, I unfastened my pants releasing my hard thick erect cock. Regaining her senses, Missy looked up as I began to move between her legs, spreading her legs, my hard thick raging cock, hard as a steel rod ached for the feel of the penetration of her virgin innocence, to feel the first forceful penetration of Missy's virgin childhood, the rape and taking of her virgin cherry. She drew in her breath in a soft gasp as I moved onto her. "You're – you're so big," she softly gasped as I moved to spread her legs to take her virgin cherry. I moved my hard, thick cock in to the small, tight, pulsing wetness of her virgin childhood. I touched the head of my raging cock to her innocence and began to penetrate her, forcing my thick cock into her small tight virgin childhood. Missy gasped as I pushed into her virgin tightness grabbed a pillow to stiffel her cries as I took her. I almost forgot what it was like to take a little virgin girl. Linda was the last of my immediate girl cousins I seduced; she was nice and small, and so nice and tight when I took her that afternoon, I nearly came just from the memory of Linda's small tight pussy. As I penetrated Missy, my thick raging cock finally slipping in to her I met the honey-sweet resistance of her virgin maidenhood I held my raging cock there for a mere moment as Missy felt me pushing against her cherry innocence. Drawing back, ever so slightly, I thrust into her popping her virgin childhood cherry. Missy gasped loudly at the sudden sharp pain of the loss of her innocence; with a cry of surprise she came again, her orgasm flowing from her in a warm creamy stream. My hips thrust down hard and quick, I went deep into Missy's little virgin innocence; she was no longer virgin as I began fucking her sweet little pussy. Missy cried out in a sharp gasp with the penetration and rape of her virgin childhood; I drove my hard, thick manhood deeper into her childhood love nest. "Oh, oh! It hurts, Dave!" she cried as I thrust deeper into the pulsing tightness of her little pussy with the first penetration. "Oh! Oh, it – it hurts! Don't hurt me – please!" I began with nice short strokes, her virgin pussy was wet and velvet smooth with her childhood juices then I held back for a minute from the urge to thrust deeper. With the first strokes of my cock, she became use to the feel of me inside of her then as the pain subsided; she began to feel the first enjoyment and excitement of being fucked. After a moment, she began to move her hips with me; then, as she began to get use to the feeling of my cock inside her, I thrust deeper taking her with long thrusts that carried me in and out of her; she began to thrust her hips with me giving in to her desire for the love making only a man could give her. The pain of losing her virgin cherry subsided. She began to enjoy the feeling of my cock thrusting in and out of her tight little pussy. After a minute she began to move her hips in rhythm with me. She arched her hips again as she reached another intense multiple orgasm. Her chest heaved with her exertions as she finally stopped. I continued thrusting into her until, as she thought she had reached her last orgasm and was too exhausted to go on, she felt another wave sweep over her, climaxing in an intense orgasm, she moaned with the longing for the release of her female juices again. "Oh, oh, I've never felt anything like this before. I feel dizzy now," she said weakly, lying back exhausted from the multiple orgasms and fucking I gave her. I said: "You're going to be my little Miss Nice and Tight." I lay there on her, my cock still deep inside her, hard and thick I felt the urge to screw her a second time. It had been nearly nine years since I'd seduced and taken a little virgin like her. The feeling of fucking a little girl's small tight virgin pussy and the honey-sweetness of popping that virgin cherry was more than I could handle then. I caught my own breath and then slowly eased myself out of her; the two of us savoring the afterglow of wonderful sex. I wanted to take her a second time but had to catch my breath a moment. A short time later I fucked Missy again that morning, before Rick and Sherri woke. Missy wanted it again, she now knew what it was like to let a man have his way with her and she enjoyed the excitement of being fucked for the first time. The Taking of Sherri: Monday morning was a whole different scene after the weekend. I was up in the kitchen with them, having had my morning run around the block and back; Rick was gulping down a cup of coffee and roll, Missy was deciding which cereal she wanted and Sherri was worrying about her diet – again. Trust me, the woman had the body of an eighteen-year-old Victoria Secret model for their lingerie line. "Nothing like the mess hall, eh Dave?" said Rick as he took a quick look at the newspaper. "Stock market is screwed again. Oh well..." Missy finally decided on something, Sherri getting on her that she was wasting time – Missy had to be to school in less than an hour. I glanced back at her, she met my quick look with one of coyness; her bedroom eyes a glow with her new found sensuousness. I thought she had to catch a school bus. My mistake, she was going to a private girl's school not far away; the little princess had to have Mommy or Daddy drive her to school. That was when I realized she was wearing a pleated green, black and red, plaid skirt; white linen blouse and green blazer. Sherri was still dressed in a flower-patterned housedress but looked like she had just stepped out of the beauty shop ten minutes ago. As Missy poured the cereal, she said: "Well, Dave can drive me to school – can't he?" I had been standing by the back door opening out to a botanical garden, a riot of color. I nearly choked on the coffee. Rick hardly batted an eye. He said, refolding the newspaper: "Well, have you asked him?" Sherri didn't say a word. Missy looked up at me. "Can ya, Dave?" I looked from Mother to Father. "Um, yeah, if I had a car here, that is." Rick, without looking up from what he was reading, said to Sherri: "Babe, give Dave the keys to the Caddie, huh?" Sherri took out a set of keys that included the house keys from a hook and handed it to me. "And that is the key to the garage, the garage door opener is in the car, and that one is the side door from the garden." "Uh, thanks." I was astounded as I lifted my eyes from the key ring to meet Sherri's glowing bedroom eyes. Missy, on the other hand was all smiles. I wondered why? I went out to the garage, a four-car type, the Cadillac, a black four-door Fleetwood, bigger than a duce and a half, and two matched Mercedes sedans. The fourth bay contained the gardening equipment. The size of the garage reminded me no-less of the maintenance bays in our motor pool – you could probably dismantle one of the cars in here if need be: the only thing missing was a traveling overhead crane. I very carefully backed the car out of the garage. Missy waited for me, at the end of the sidewalk. I did the gentlemanly thing, I got out and opened the door for her. The girl was all smiles. "Thank you, Dave," she said with a smile that was meant to convey a secret to me. "Mommy wants me to make sure I give you directions to the school." "Thank you," I replied. I was not a half block down the street when she slid across the maroon velour seat to sit beside me. Glancing down at her, I said, "Big weekend, huh?" She nodded her head. At the first traffic light I rested my hand on her leg. Missy lowered her eyes watching me as I drew my hand up along her satin smooth leg drawing the skirt up to her waist. I suddenly felt my cock harden as I slipped my hand between her legs pressing it against the firmness of her pussy. Drawing in a breath, Missy willingly opened her legs for me. At the next light I looked down to see she was wearing nice yellow and white little flowered panty. My cock was now aching for release of my virile male juices into her little girl's love nest. As I caressed her, she moved her hips against my hand she began to softly moan until she was nearly at a climax; her childhood juices had seeped and wet her panties. Within a block of the school she quickly recovered and moved back across the seat. I had to get my mind back on the line of traffic ahead of me. Following the line of other cars through the circle at the school's front entrance, I couldn't help but notice there wasn't any car among these thoroughbreds of the auto world less than a Cadillac or Lincoln Town Car -- or a Mercedes. "Must be nice," I said as I stopped to let Missy out. "Three-thirty," she reminded me as she got out. Looking around I noticed some real cute little girl's standing around in knots talking. Before Missy closed the door, she replied to one girl's question "Who's that?" "Oh just my cousin..." "'Just my cousin? Okay kid...'" I thought. Kids. Who needs `em? I returned to the house. The other car was still in the garage when I parked the Fleetwood in the garage. Rick and Sherri both worked of course, but Sherri for some reason owned her own business, a local marketing and PR firm. I entered the kitchen through the side from the garage. Sherri was sitting at the breakfast counter finishing a cup of coffee and cigarette when I walked in. She was dressed in a blue two-piece dark blue dress suit with a short sleeve jacket and mini-skirt that was almost up to her hips and black panty hose. "So what are your plans today, Dave?" she asked trying to make conversation. "Got some studying to finish before the first classes at Knox." I had various lesson materials that had been sent me by the school at Fort Knox that had to be completed prior to first class. I finished most of the lessons on Sunday afternoon. I found the coffee cup I had been using and went to refill it. I heard Sherri slip off the stool at the counter. I turned as she stepped up beside me. I started to move but she stepped around me blocking my movement. The scent of her perfume had an arousing effect on me. I was surprised she wore a perfume that normally was worn on dates or whenever for work. She was petite and slender, the figure of a schoolgirl. Her long blonde hair and very blue eyes gave her the appearance of sensuousness that I had seen in very few girls. Sherri looked up at me as she placed a hand on my arm and slid it up to my bicep. She asked, in a manner of concern: "Dave, something I have not understood, how is it a beautiful man like you has never married?" I was darn near floored. For a moment I had no immediate answer. I had to fumble for one. "Haven't really found a girl – I suppose." The closest I came to finding the right girl was Maryann. But as things have a way of happening, despite the fervent love affair we enjoyed for a time, our lives ended up going in opposite directions. Sherri pressed her comments: "I find that unusual, Dave, any girl would be proud to have a man like you." I began to wonder where this conversation was leading. She was standing in front of me, both hands on my arms gazing up into my eyes. Sherri continued to press on with her comments and made a couple remarks that her life despite appearances wasn't all peaches and cream and roses. Suddenly, on impulse I slipped a hand under her chin, lifting her mouth to mine to kiss her. In that instant I nearly expected her to scream out, hit at me, or something to run away screaming that I was molesting her – rather as I held her, a soft sensuous moan escaped her small lips as she tightened her grip on my arms. I looked down at Sherri for a moment to see that there was a sense of pleading in her eyes. The look puzzled me for the moment. But that quickly passed as she drew me down to her again and we kissed; I turned her to the counter and slipped my hands around her slender waist. My hard cock ached as I held her against the counter, slowly caressing her waist and along her back. Sherri was submissive as she let me feel her up. I moved from her mouth down along her neck with my mouth, searching out her Eros zones. She tilted her head back and to the side letting me have my way with her. First with teasing nips then gentle bites on her neck I brought moans of ecstasy from her as I held her against the counter. I moved my hand down the front of the jacket and began to fondle her small full firm breasts. Sherri did not pull away or move to stop me. I started to unbutton the jacket slipping a hand in the jacket to her breast. Opening it, I saw that she wore a sheer black nylon bra; her small rose bud nipples were rigid and erect with her excitement, the hard little nipples pressed against the sheer nylon. I pressed my fingers against one the sensation of my fingers caressing it made her sigh with the pleasure she felt. "Oh, god, Dave... yes, this is what I want," she sighed nipping at my ear lobe and neck. I pressed my mouth against hers. I moved my hand down along her legs then slid my hand up under her skirt, slowly drawing it up to her waist as I caressed her legs, inching my hand closer to her warm wet pussy, teasing her with each stroke of my fingers, I stopped for a minute as Sherri began moving her hips, pushing her warm, wet pussy against my searching fingers, searching for the pleasure I was giving her. I looked down to see she was not wearing any panties under the panty hose. I held back for another moment as I slipped my fingers under the waistband of the panty hose, pulling them down and then slipping my fingers past the waistband. I moved my hand to Sherri's firm wet mound; her thatch of downy hair was moist with her love juices. She began to thrust her hips in an eagerness for more as I fondled her moistness. The excitement of being fingered made her groan with the pleasure it was giving her. Sherri's face flushed a deeper red as she cried out with the surge of her first intense orgasm. "Ah, god, I've never felt like this before!" she cried out. "Damned, I want it..." Sherri's cries of passion increased as I worked my finger along her little pussy to her erect clit. Suddenly she was gasping as she was overcome with the wave of another orgasm, "Oh, oh, --my god!" her hips thrusting at each flick of my finger on her little clit, the wave of her passionate orgasms exploded within her. Sherri looked up at me, her face still flushed from the intense exertion of the multiple orgasms; her very blue eyes glistened with the tears that trickled down her cheeks. I finally scooped her petit girlish body up into my arms and carried her across the room to the sofa. I pressed Sherri down on to the sofa and pulled the panty hose off of her; Sherri's cries of passion increased as I pushed my hand between her legs again working my finger along her little pussy to her erect clit. Suddenly she was gasping as she was overcome with the wave of another orgasm, "Oh, oh, --my god!" her hips thrusting at each flick of my finger on her little clit, the wave of her passionate orgasm exploded within her. Sherri looked up at me, her face still flushed from the intense exertion of her first passionate orgasms she must have had in a long time, her doe-like eyes glistened with the tears that trickled down her cheeks. "Ah, ah, ah, ohhh, yess! Oh, god, Dave – yes! This is what I want ... Ah, yes, yes...!" she cried, as she thrust her hips with the release of her multiple orgasms. Her face was flushed with her exertions, her chest heaved with each breath. The last of Sherri's resolve crumbled, she let me have my way with her as I kissed her along her stomach and waist. Kissing her slowly down her stomach and to her waist, I moved to the moist downy hair of her pussy, the scent of her tangy honey-sweet juices made me want to suck her pussy. I spread her legs more as I moved between them to her pussy and began to work my tongue around her throbbing pussy, her juices seeping on to my tongue as I molested her clit. I slowly worked my tongue up and down her throbbing pussy, teasing, caressing, probing her love- nest; the little clit was erect and pulsing with her arousal. She moaned with the pleasure I gave her bringing her to another throbbing orgasm, her tangy- sweet juices flowed with an intensity as she moaned with the release. My cock throbbed with the release it craved and the virile feeling of taking Sherri then. I opened my pants; my hard thick virile cock filled my briefs. She drew in a sharp breath as I moved onto her. "You're – you're so big!" she gasped as I moved to spread her legs to take her warm moist pussy. I moved my hard, thick cock in to the small, tight, pulsing wetness of her womanhood. I began to penetrate her, my cock just slipping into her small tight pussy. Sherri gasped loudly as I thrust deeper into the pulsing tightness of her womanhood with the first penetration. "Oh! Oh, it – it hurts! Don't hurt me – please!" Sherri felt like she was still all but virgin tight as I thrust in to her. I began with short strokes, her pussy was wet and velvet smooth as I held back for a minute from the urge to thrust deeper. After a moment, she began to move her hips with me; then, as she began to get use to the feeling of my cock inside her, I thrust deeper taking her womanhood. Sherri cried out in a sharp gasp with the first penetration and the rape; I drove my hard, thick manhood deeper into her love nest. I began with long thrusts that carried me in and out of her; she thrust her hips with me giving in to her desire for the love making only a man could give her. The pain of her being forcefully taken subsided. She began to enjoy the feeling of my cock thrusting in and out of her tight little pussy. After a minute she began to move her hips in rhythm with me. She arched her hips again as she reached another intense multiple orgasm. Finally, I was unable to hold back any more, I came into her forcing a cry from her. Her hips thrust with the spasms of each orgasm. Her chest heaved with her exertions as she finally stopped. I continued thrusting into her until, as she thought she had reached her last orgasm and was too exhausted to go on, she felt another wave sweep over her, climaxing in an intense orgasm, she moaned with the longing for the release of her female juices again. "Oh, oh, I've never felt anything like this before. I feel dizzy now," she said weakly, lying back exhausted from the multiple orgasms and fucking I gave her. I caught my own breath and then slowly eased myself out of her. I stood up beside the sofa, Sherri looked up at me with pleading eyes as I fastened my pants. She was suddenly scared that was it; that I was going to walk out on her after having seduced and raped her. However, Sherri had willingly given in to me; she was vulnerable to me, I freely took her that morning. I lifted her from the sofa and carried her down stairs to the lower rooms and to one of the bedrooms. I laid her across the bed, spread her legs and took her a second time. Sherri cried out with her second forceful taking as I thrust deep in to her; she cam again in another multiple orgasm, thrusting her hips against me. After what seemed a long moment, I finally cam, my thick warm juices surged in to her love nest. I finally lifted myself from her lying to the side to watch her as she got her breath back after being forcefully fucked twice. Sherri managed to pull herself back together then looked at me with a smile of conspiracy. "I have a confession to make here, Dave." "Oh?" "Well, Rick and I that is..." Now what? My mind reeled with the sudden thought that they had pulled something, what I didn't know but Sherri finally told me. "I suppose you heard that Rick was in a bad car wreak on the interstate a couple years ago." I'd heard but as usual I was somewhere else in the world when it happened. She went on: "Well it caused him so he is – well, he can't get me pregnant again." Terrific. "Excuse me?" I was incredulous. "And, you two decided that you wanted another kid..." "We considered adoption but decided not to. And there was artificial insemination but Rick wouldn't have it – not sure of family lines." Now I had the big picture as they say. "So you two decided to keep this in the family..." Sherri quickly said: "Please don't be angry with us, Dave. You don't know how hard it's been for us." I thought about it for a moment then said: "No. A bit surprised is all. My coming back to the states just happened to be at the right time and all." "Yes." "So I get you pregnant and then what?" I sat up to look down at Sherri who was watching me now. Now she couldn't tell what mood I was in. What pissed me off at that moment was that I fucked her and then she tells me Rick and she wanted me to screw her anyway. Lovely family here. Then it occurred to me, she was suddenly worried that her and Rick's nice little plan to get a baby through me was not going to work now. But instead Sherri dropped another shell on me. "And I know you had sex with Missy the other morning." I looked back at her shocked. I nearly lost my cookies on that one. "I was going to come down to you then but Missy was just ahead of me. I watched as she slipped in the room and I watched through the opening as you seduced her." My blood turned to water. My mouth was dry as sand. She finally sat up. "As I watched you take her, I remembered my first time. Trust me when I say this, Dave, I was horny as hell watching you with Missy that morning. You don't know how bad I wanted you to do that to me too." I finally asked: "How old were you when you... lost your...?" She glanced at me a second, then said: "I was fourteen. Rick was just eighteen then. We were passionate lovers. We have always been passionate – until the accident, that is. Our lives have been changed entirely by it." At that point I didn't know what to think. Was this the crazy side of the family or what? Sherri went on: "Watching you with Missy the way you seduced her and then took her reminded me of my first time. I knew then that you would be the only man I would let touch me, to use me the way you used her." Leaning over, she kissed me and then I was laying her back on the bed. In a moment my cock was hard and thick and wanting to feel the penetration of Sherri's pussy again. Sherri softly moaned as I kissed down to her pussy and then went between her legs again. I wasn't about to ask myself why I was doing this to her a third time. I didn't really care anymore. An Afternoon with Missy: It was almost nine thirty before Sherri left for her office. I had the house to myself until three that afternoon. I went to pick up Missy from school arriving there a few minutes early. This was like round three with these two women. I pulled up to the entrance where she was waiting with a clutch of her little friends – some nice looking little girls too. My cock started to get hard as I glimpsed a couple of them. Missy got in and as I pulled out of the drive she slid across the seat to sit beside me. As she slid across the seat her little skirt rode up her legs. "I couldn't wait," she said snuggling up close to me. I thought to myself, as I glanced down at her nice legs: Just like Mom, I am sure you couldn't. Rather, I said: "Wait for what?" Dumb question. Missy looked up at me with a toss of her long blonde hair. A coy smile lifted the corners of her heart shaped mouth as she laid her head against my arm. At a traffic light I reached down with my right hand to slide it up her slender thigh to her hips and to see the nice little yellow and white little girl's flower pattern panties she wore. My cock began to ache for release. I slipped my fingers between her thighs; Missy willingly spread her legs for me as I began to gently caress her little pussy. There was a soft moan of pleasure from the little girl as I caressed her childhood. Fortunately the light was a long one. As I pulled away from the intersection I said: "You want it again, don't you?" Missy would have crawled up onto my lap if I hadn't been driving. She said in a pleased way: "I want you, Dave. Dave, and – I love you." At another light I took a chance to kiss her. She responded with a deep passionate kiss letting me slip my tongue in to her mouth. Then I told her: "No word of this to anyone, you understand?" Then I decided what the hell. Sherri already knows I'd popped Missy's childhood cherry. I didn't know much about Philadelphia but I spotted a side street that led back to a park and athletic fields near the high school. I decided if this looked like a good place to do it, it'd be safer than trying to take her home – or even to a "no-tell-motel" where there was a good chance someone would notice she was "underage". As luck had it, the school was preparing to have work done on the playing fields and there was a row of construction trailers lined up. There was no one at the fields for practice or work. I backed the Cadillac up behind the trailers; all the equipment and stuff around the trailers pretty well hid the car from view. Good old Army field training put to good use. I think too at that point, the idea that Missy was going have a man make love to her in a Cadillac was turning her on. The feel of the velour seats against her bare legs was making her feel excited. I helped her off with the jacket and tossed that in to the back seat. Slipping my arms about her I began to passionately kiss her. Missy was willing and gave in letting me have my way with her. I turned her in the seat so I could stroke her long gold silken hair. Just the feel of my hand on her long hair caused my cock to begin aching and throbbing for release. Missy pressed herself against me, her small full firm breasts felt good against my chest as I held her close. As I kissed her, I began to slip my fingers along her neck and the collar of the blouse and down to the buttons. I began to unbutton her soft linen blouse, a soft sigh from her told me this is what she wanted. I slipped my hand inside her blouse to fondle and caress her breasts. I began to ravage her as I kissed her down her chest to her little full firm breasts. Sighing with contentment, Missy said: "I'm yours, Dave." Slipping the bra strap off her shoulder I moved my hand to her little breast and the hard erect little nipple. I gently fondled it for a moment; the motion of my finger on it, caressing the little rose bud nipple sent a wave of excitement through her. I kissed her from her yielding mouth down to the cleavage of her breasts. A sigh of pleasure escaped her as she submitted to me. I moved my hand down to her waist and then to her legs. Within a short moment I had her skirt pulled up and my hand inside her panties. I felt the thatch of silken downy hair that was moist with her childhood juices. I slipped my finger into Missy's little pussy to finger fuck her. It wasn't but a moment before Missy cam, with a hard thrust of her hips and a moan of pleasure, her childhood juices surged on to my hand. I kept this up, fingering her until she had another multiple-orgasm before pulling her panties off and laying her down on the seat. Missy's long golden hair spread out over the seat in an angel's halo about her head; she willingly submitted, spreading her legs for me as I opened my pants and was on top of her, thrusting my cock deep into her throbbing little pussy to screw her. As I slipped my hard thick raging cock into her childhood, holding it just inside her throbbing little pussy, I said to her: "You're still my Little Miss Nice and Tight, aren't you?" Missy moaned with the pure satisfaction of being taken, she said: "Yes, yes, I'm yours, Dave. Whatever you want to do you can do it to me..." Within moments Missy came again as I thrust my cock deep in to her and began fucking her, driving my cock deep in to her then holding it inside her for a moment not moving as she thrust her hips, riding my raging cock in her pussy. She cried with the satisfaction and pleasure of being fucked by an older man. Missy cam twice more before I could hardly stand holding back then gave in my thick male juices filling her childhood. Fucking a little junior high schoolgirl brought back the memories of that spring and summer back home when I had taken my four young girl cousins, and a couple of their little friends. What made it such a memory, except for Connie, the girls were virgins. The next morning was nearly more of the same as I did my run around the neighborhood a couple times, showered and joined the family in the kitchen. At this point I was beginning to feel like the family jiggalo with Sherri and Missy. Rick either had no idea what was going on, or didn't care; Sherri wanted a baby and was determined to get pregnant one way or the other. I was almost inclined to think it was the latter. Rick left first for work, whatever that was then I followed taking Missy to school, which she was just absolutely getting a big charge out of now. Unfortunately Wednesday I had to be at Fort Knox for the first of the advanced schools I would be attending for the next six months. On the way to Missy's school I had my hand up her little skirt feeling her up. Within minutes of pulling out of the driveway, my cock was hard and thick as a steel rod. The little wench began moving her hips ever so gently against my hand that she cam by the time we reached the turn off. I stopped short of the drop off point to give her a moment to fix herself. She finally gave me a big kiss: "Three-thirty, okay?" I agreed knowing full well what all this would entail. A short time later I arrived back at the house. As I entered through the kitchen and walked in to the living room, on cue, Sherri descended the stairs from the upper rooms wearing a sheer blue silk peignoir and silver high heel sandals. My cock was still hard from fingering Missy. Without any words between us, I scooped Sherri's petit body up in my arms and carried her down stairs to the guest room. I laid her across the bed lifted the peignoir and pulled off the little sheer lace string bikini, unfastened my pants and my cock still hard as a steel rod from Missy was all Sherri could take as I slipped it in to her warm moist pussy. She could hardly wait as she thrust her hips against me forcing my cock in to her pulsing pussy. Sherri was so intent on being fucked by me that she cam almost as soon as I was in her. At that moment, I don't why, but my mind was more on wanting to screw Missy that afternoon; I began imagining I was screwing Missy as I fucked Sherri with the intensity of a jack-hammer: Nevertheless, Sherri was getting her own enjoyment from the screwing not realizing it was Missy I really would rather have been screwing at that moment. Yet, I didn't just screw her that morning, by the time I finished with her, Sherri knew she'd been well fucked and had enjoyed every moment of it as I ate her pussy and then I got a helluva good blow-job out of the deal. Needless to say, the one girl among my cousins who could give a good blowjob was Connie, and that was just before I went to 'Nam. Needless to say, I was damned exhausted myself when we finally finished. Then that afternoon when I picked up Missy, I had a horny little schoolgirl on my hands who wanted nothing better than to get laid again. I knew Sherri wouldn't be home right away, so I took Missy home and we went down to my room. I lay Sherri in the other room that morning. The housekeeper had some work ahead of her that morning; fortunately she doesn't arrive until nearly nine when I'd finished screwing Sherri just in the nick of time. I picked Missy up and laid her across the bed and lifted her little schoolgirl's skirt and pulled her little girl nylon panty off and was on her, forcing her to spread her legs. As I did this I imagined the first time I fucked Susan, I laid her on the kitchen floor where I forcefully raped her. The hell of it was Susan actually wanted it that way. Missy looked up at me with awe and wonder as I thrust my hard thick raging cock into her warm wet pulsing little childhood. She gasped as I forced my hard thick raging cock in to her wet childhood. "Aaaaa-hhhhh, Dav-eee! Ohhh, please-eee!" Missy began thrusting her hips in slow movements, gasping with each long smooth stroke in and out of her beautiful little pussy. Then in low gutteral cry Missy cam: Ahhhhh! Ohhhh!" and it went on as tears streamed down her cheeks, Missy begging me not to stop fucking her. She seemed to go on as she pressed herself to me, gently rubbing her pussy against me as she wanted me to keep fucking her. Finally after what seemed to be a near eternity I forced my steel hard cock deeper in to Missy's small tight little girl's childhood pussy, finally I let it go, with a near animal groan, I released my thick creamy load in to Missy in long warm streams filling her childhood. After a moment my cock was still rigid. I started moving my cock, thrusting in and out of her in long gentle strokes until I had her coming again in multiple orgasms. She knew without a doubt that it would be sometime before she would see me again that I would have the opportunity to screw her. She willingly let me take her until both of us collapsed in exhaustion. There was no doubt in the girl's mind she had lost her virgin childhood innocence and had been fucked by a man that week. The next afternoon Rick and Sherri and Missy, who was able to skip the afternoon classes, went with me to the airport for my flight to Louisville and the last leg of my trip to Fort Knox. Once more, Sherri and Missy were dressed in mother-daughter outfits. The two were too damned gorgeous for words. Sheer maroon and white lace mini-dresses with black panty hose. When Missy sat in the back of the Mercedes with me on the way to the airport, the hem of the dress rode clear up to her hips and I couldn't help but see the sheer lace of the panty hose and she was not wearing panties. At the waiting lounge Sherri took Missy to the ladies room. Once they were gone Rick slipped me a thick manila envelope. "Look at it later," he said brushing the importance of its contents aside as Sherri and Missy walked away to the ladies room. "It was great having you and we'll be down to see you at graduation, okay?" "Yeah, August," I replied slipping the envelope into my attachι case with the rest of the stuff that I was carrying. "I'll give you a call every so often." "Oh, definitely, goes without saying," Rick agreed. When it finally came time to board my flight, I got the damnedest goodbye kisses a guy could ever hope for from a girl. Sherri and Missy were more than passionate in their goodbye kisses; Sherri gave me a passionate kiss that damned near gave me a permanent hard-on for life. Missy, not to be out done by her Mother gave me one that damned near gave me an orgasm. But Rick took it all in stride with a hearty handshake. As I took my seat with a businessman, who had seen the goodbyes I got could not help but comment: "Nice family you got there, Sergeant." I glanced over at him. "Thank you, and that's just the eastern relatives. I got four more like them waiting for me back home." His mouth dropped like a rock. Once we were at altitude I opened the attachι case to take out the envelope. Opening it, I damned near had a stroke. Rick had given me nearly ten grand in cash and five thousand shares in preferred stock in his company! With another twenty-five thousand in three months – which meant, if Sherri proved positive in pregnancy tests in the next month, I'd stand to get a load of cash and other indemnities out of this little deal of theirs. My next worry of course was Missy. If I got Mommy knocked up, what were the chances of the daughter being knocked up too? About half way to Kentucky it occurred to me that Sherri and Rick had been screwing since she was fourteen – somewhere in there is when she finally became pregnant – what were the chances, they were using Missy as a backup for Sherri? Nice – real nice thought. What was August going to bring was one thought that would not go away during school. I could still see Missy laid across the bed that morning, her look of awe and wonder as I forcefully penetrated her cherry childhood; then Sherri, as I took her and screwed her. The graduation was one I'll never forget. Sherri was now six and a half months pregnant. I know most of the guys in my class were trying to imagine this gorgeous woman before she got knocked up. I knew without any question: Rick's wife, my kid. Anyway, it made them happy, Rick would have the son he wanted all along and I was only too glad in the end to help him get what he wanted. Then, Missy; Missy that afternoon was all girl, a little fourteen year old school girl with the raging hormones of a horny eighteen year old who couldn't wait to get laid. That weekend when they had come down to Fort Knox for the graduation was also Missy's birthday. Rick and Sherri were turning this trip into a special occasion for Missy. I had a chance to pick up a couple special gifts for her at the PX. One was a gold Forget Me Not pendant necklace and another, a bracelet. We loaded all my bags in to the back of the rental Cadillac (of course that went without saying) he had and we went back to Louisville. Rick had reserved rooms at a four star hotel near the airport and convention center. The rooms were all in a row. As the bellhop unloaded my bags into the room, I noticed the door that connected my room with the other. For the moment it did not occur to me who had what room next to mine. At that point it should have been obvious, I suppose. Following the meal and the big special birthday cake for Missy and a special one for me for my graduation from the NCO schools, we adjourned to the cocktail lounge for drinks – Missy had to settle for ginger ale, we finally headed back to the rooms; I had another long flight ahead of me back home for a few days leave then south bound and down to Fort Hood, Texas, now nearly seven months later. I settled in to the room to collect my thoughts when the door from the attached room opened. With the slow serene gestures of an angel Missy, stepped in to the room in a sheer white negligee showing off her beautiful breasts, the areoles surmounted buy the hard erect nipples tenting the sheer material, the sheer white string bikini panty outlined the thatch of dusky hair around her little girl's pussy. My cock was suddenly hard as an inch and half steel rod. The girl had bedroom eyes and bedroom voice: "I'm yours tonight, Dave. When you want me, just call I'm yours forever more..." The negligee slid from her shoulders to the floor as she crossed the room to the bed. That night I fucked a little fifteen year old angel. To be continued... Archivist's Note: This author did not provide an email address so it will do the reader no good contacting the archive staff for further parts. Check back at a later time to see if there have been any updates to this story by the author. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 72