Stories written by Mister Ion

Mr Double's Palisades

A Small Proposition

Written by Mister Ion

Chapter One

"Mmmm, that was nice," Taylor purred. The 29 year-old blonde stretched and rubbed her lithe, naked body against me. "You're even better than you were in college, Martin."

"That's nice of you to say, but I don't believe it," I laughed. "But you're still incredible. There's been nothing in my life like you since...when was the last time we spent the night together? Nine years ago? Well since then. No one can fuck like you do."

Taylor smiled and curled her fingers around my limpid prick. "That's because I love it so, with the right man." She paused. "Since Jim left not many right men have come along."

"Do you want to tell me about it?"

"Not right now," she said, tilting her head up and smiling warmly. "Sometime, but not right now. I just want to enjoy this moment."

It was just by chance that I bumped into Taylor at the used bookstore. She was looking in the children's book section and I recognized her immediately. It might have been nine years, but she was still the same beauty I knew back in college. She was the freest of free spirits then - open, warm, wild. Some, especially her fellow coeds, thought her a slut, knowing she slept with dozens of different men. But that wasn't quite right. Her love of sex and eroticism was deeper and sometimes kinkier than just a lot of fucking. She was the first woman in my life to swallow my cum, to finger and lick my anus, to ask me to join a threesome with another girl. I was crazy about her, even though I was dating and fucking lots of other girls too. But she never wanted to settle for just one guy until she met Jim. One night she told me she was getting married and leaving town, and we had one last ball-busting night in bed. I hadn't seen her since.

"Discovered any new perversions in the past nine years?" Taylor asked disarmingly as she ran her fingers over my nipples. I smiled and thought for a minute. "No, not really. I guess I haven't been as adventurous as I was with you."

"No?" she asked coyly. "When we were in the bookstore I saw the look you gave that young girl. She couldn't have been older than thirteen! I think she turned you on." I blushed, remembering the cute blonde child who had brushed past me, dropping some of her books and showing me a flash of high-cut panties when she bent over. "Well gee," I laughed. "She was dressed like a hooker! Have you ever seen a skirt so short?"

Taylor chuckled softly. "Oh, I think it's more than that. I bet you'd love it if that little girl were here naked wouldn't you?"

"Taylor!"

"C,mon, it's okay," she laughed. "A lot of guys like to fantasize about young girls. Jim did. That's why I first shaved my pussy. He said it made me look like a Junior High School girl. It turned him on. Do you like it?"

"I do," I said softly, reaching out to stroke her hairless mons.

"Mmm," she moaned. "Close your eyes while you do that."

I obeyed and closed my eyes while I continued to run my fingers lightly over the smooth skin, feeling the warmth as I dipped further down.

"Now imagine I'm that little girl from the store. Imagine it's her naked body next to you. Imagine it's her hairless little pussy you're stroking. You're the first man she's ever been with. She's nervous, but curious and excited as you explore her young body."

I could see it all in my mind's eye, the cute, naked thirteen-year-old girl, the look of fear and desire in her eyes, the feel of her smooth teenage skin. My prick started to harden.

"Touch her clit. Mmmm, that's right. Feel her young body tense at your touch. Now she relaxes and spreads her legs a bit. Rub a little lower and let your finger part her lips. Yes, feel the moisture building there. Push your finger in her a little bit. That's it. Feel how tight her little pussy is. It's opening for you though. She's excited. She's just a little girl, and you've gotten her very excited. I think she's ready for anything you might want to do with her."

I was now hard as a rock. Surprising, given that I'd just climaxed a half hour ago. But this was really starting to get to me.

"And what is it you want to do? Do you want to fuck her? Do you want to feel your big adult cock deep in her virgin cunt? She's never had a man before. You'd be the first. You'll be the one she'll always remember. Do you want to put your cock in her?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"But what if you're wrong? What if she isn't thirteen? What if she's younger? Maybe she's only eleven. What if it's a naked little preteen you've gotten so hot and ready for sex. Hmm? Would that make any difference?"

"No."

"I didn't think so. You'd like to feel a little girl's fingers on your cock, wouldn't you?" she asked softly, lightly touching the tips of her fingers to my shaft. "She's never seen an erect cock before. It looks so big in her little fingers. It has her mesmerized. She strokes it up and down, liking the way it feels so hard and warm."

She jacked me softly and tentatively, as if it was for the first time. Eyes still closed, I let myself sink deep into the fantasy, accepting everything Taylor was telling me.

"She wants you to teach her," Taylor whispered, pushing me flat on my back and rolling on top of me. "Teach her all about sex. She wants to learn. Learn how to fuck. She wants to be a woman and she wants you to be her first man." She rubbed her pussy against my cock while she kissed me lightly on the neck. Reaching back, she gently grabbed the shaft, aiming it at her hole. I felt the head nudge against the entrance to her vagina.

"She's ready now. She's only nine years old, but she's ready for you. She wants you to make her a woman, but she's a little scared. A little tense. Whisper in her ear and relax her."

"It's okay baby, it's okay," I whispered, smiling to myself at how Taylor had dropped the age again. But it didn't matter to me anymore. Nine years old was fine. "You're gong to like this. Don't be scared. Just relax, and my hard cock will slip right inside." I pushed up and felt some resistance. Taylor was using muscular control to keep her cunt as tightly closed as she could. "Push down baby," I implored. "Push yourself onto it. It'll go in." Taylor whimpered softly and wiggled her slender body. Slowly, I felt her muscles relax and the head of my cock pushed in. She squeaked and tightened her muscles again, her pussy holding me like a vise.

"You're in her now," she said. "Your big cock is inside a little nine year old girl. Have you ever felt anything so tight? She's never had a dick inside her before. It hurts a little, but she likes it. She wants more. Do you want to give her more?"

"Yes," I whispered, pushing another inch of my shaft into her.

"Oh yes, oh yes," Taylor moaned. "This is what she needs. She needs cock! Mmmm. She's only eight, but she loves the feel of your big prick inside her. She's so tiny. Isn't she tight? She wants more. Do you think she can take more?"

"Yes, you can take more, can't you baby?" I responded, pulling her down by her hips onto my cock. She absorbed another inch. "Now go up and down, sweetheart," I urged. "Ride my cock just like a merry go round!"

"Yes," Taylor squealed, pushing herself up and dropping down again. And again. And again. "Oh yes, you're fucking her! You're really fucking this little eight-year-old! You're pumping your big man's prick into this tiny little child. She loves it! She loves it! She wants it all!" Taylor pushed down hard until my cock was buried in her to the hilt. She held it there, rotating her slim hips against my groin. I couldn't hold off. With a grunt I felt my cock explode.

"AHHHH!" Taylor squealed. "You're cumming inside her! You're the first man to ever cum inside her. She's too young to get pregnant. She's only eight years old and you're shooting your hot sperm into her!" It was heaven. Spurt after of spurt of thick cum pumped out of my cock until it finally slowed to a dribble. The shaft continued to throb even as I pulled it from her warm cunt. I just lay next to her for a long minute, breathing heavily, trying to gather my wits.

"Christ, Taylor," I gasped, "That was incredible! Insane!"

"You liked it?"

I just laughed. "What do you think?"

"I think you're turned on by little girls."

I nodded and laughed. "I guess I am. I didn't realize it before tonight, but jeez, it's sure hard to deny now, isn't it?" I pointed to my still-throbbing cock as evidence.

"I'm glad," Taylor purred, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"What, glad that I'm a pervert?"

Taylor just smiled and held her finger up to her lips. "Shhh, no more talk. Sleep now. We'll talk tomorrow."

Chapter Two

Making breakfast the next morning, Taylor wore only socks and a pair of panties. Her small but perfectly formed breasts quivered provocatively as she shuffled around my kitchen. I just sat there nursing a cup of very good coffee, admiring the view. "Taylor, I'm so glad I ran into you at the book store," I said as she put the plates of eggs and toast on the table. "I had been feeling a little dull, a little tired, maybe a little old. You rejuvenated me."

"And I'm glad too Martin," she said with a warm smile, putting her hand gently over mine. "I'm really glad." She never called me Marty as did most everyone else. It was always Martin. That charmed me. We gazed warmly into each other's eyes for a moment, then she went to pour herself more coffee. "I have to leave pretty soon to pick up my daughter," she said casually.

Startled, I spilled coffee on my hand and cried out. "Ow! What? A daughter? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I just did."

I blinked a few times, shaking my head as I tried to absorb this new information. "Wait a minute. Last night you had me fantasizing about having sex with an eight-year-old girl. And now you're telling me you have a daughter? How old is she?"

"Eight."

My eyes turned to saucers. "Her name is Amanda. Would you like to see a picture?" I nodded, still stunned by this turn of events. Taylor walked into the bedroom and came back a moment later carrying a photo. "Here she is," she said, handing the photo to me. "She's blonder than I am."

I stared hard at the picture. The most beautiful child I had ever seen was looking shyly out at me. Wearing a short summery dress, her bright golden hair fell about her shoulders in a soft wave, She was a study in coyness, standing with one foot crossed behind the other, her hands clasped behind her back. Long bangs accentuated her giant blue eyes and sweet half-smile. I looked up at Taylor, my mouth hanging open, then back at the picture again.

"She's perfect Taylor," I said truthfully. "My God. She's exquisite."

"You really think so? Do you think she's sexy?"

I looked into Taylor's eyes. There was some anxiety there. I looked back at the picture and imagined holding that slender little body against me, running my fingers through the girl's soft hair, maybe reaching back and gently squeezing one of her tight little cheeks. I looked at the curve of her bare shoulder, wondering what it would be like to slip the thin strap of her dress down, exposing a hard little nipple on a flat chest. What would it be like to touch it? To kiss it?

"Yes, I think she's very sexy," I whispered, looking down at my crotch. The sweatpants tented out, my stiffened member clearly outlined beneath. Taylor smiled warmly and pressed her hand against me, feeling the hardness.

"Then I have a proposition for you Martin."

Chapter Three

I thought I knew what might be coming, but I found it so hard to believe that I didn't want to make a fool of myself by blurting out anything. I just sat there staring at Taylor, waiting for her to begin.

"I want Amanda to learn about sex, and I want you to be her teacher," she said softly, looking deep into my eyes. My breath caught in my throat. I could only stammer, "Wh..Why?"

"Why do I want her to learn about sex, or why you?"

"Both. Most people would think that eight is too young."

"I'm not most people. I started having sex with my father and mother when I was five. They taught me everything. They believed children should share in the joys of sex and love from as early an age as possible. I grew up with no inhibitions about sex, no myths, no fears. Just a sense of adventure about the human body and the joy it's capable of giving and receiving."

"It actually sounds pretty nice," I said softly.

"It was. I loved it. And I vowed when I got married I would raise my child the same way. Now I'm worried Amanda is getting too late a start."

"What about Jim?"

Taylor narrowed her eyes. "It's a long story. Jim said he felt the same way I did about teaching our children. That's why I married him. But he had trouble getting work. He got depressed and starting drinking and drugging pretty heavily. Then he got into selling drugs. He got busted when Amanda was almost two. They gave him five years. When he got out, everything was different. He was different. He didn't want to talk about teaching Amanda, in fact, he kept avoiding her. I pushed. When she was seven he finally agreed. I had been preparing her for years, and she was ready. She was looking forward to it. We got her naked, and Jim froze. Just froze. He couldn't do it. He walked out of the house and never came back."

"You mean he left you just like that? That must have been awful for Amanda," I said.

Taylor turned to look at me. "It was. It was a terrible blow. She thought she was ugly. She thought her Dad hated her. She's growing more withdrawn and unsure of herself. I hate to see that."

"Then back to the original question, why me?"

Taylor smiled. "Because I like you. You're a nice man. You're gentle, you're smart, and you're adventurous. We now know you like young girls," she said with a wink. "And you have a nice cock. I think Amanda would like it. Please say yes Martin. It's important to me. And to Amanda."

"What about Jim?" I asked. "Couldn't he come back and cause trouble? Like maybe cutting my balls off?"

Taylor snorted at that. "No, Martin, you don't have to worry about losing your genitals that way. Jim is gone for good. Amanda doesn't know this yet, but I got a call from the Nevada police two months ago. Jim was killed trying to rob a liquor store in Las Vegas. I didn't even cry. I'm still figuring out how to tell Amanda, without bringing up what happened the last time she saw him."

"Does she miss him?" I asked.

"It's complicated," Taylor responded. "I don't think she misses him exactly. She really didn't know him well at all. She was two when he went to prison and nearly seven when he got out. And that last year he was acting pretty strange. I think she misses the idea of a daddy more than she misses Jim." Taylor looked at me expectantly. "So what do you say?"

I couldn't quite believe what was happening: here was a young mother pleading with me, begging me to have sex with her angelic preteen daughter. There was no more hesitation in my mind. "Taylor, I have to tell you that despite how much trouble it could get me in, at the moment I can't think of anything more exciting than teaching that beautiful child of yours about sex. But I've never done it before, obviously. I don't know how good I'll be at it."

Taylor smiled broadly. "You'll be fine. And you won't be alone with her. This is something we'll do together, and I know exactly how I want to proceed. It's about half an hour to my Mom's place, so I'll have time to tell you about it while we drive. But the most important thing is when the time comes, you can't in any way reject her. She can't get hurt like that again. So if you have doubts about it, then you should just walk away."

I nodded. "There's not a chance I'd do what Jim did. I already like Amanda too much to hurt her that way." Taylor smiled and put her arms around my neck, "Thank you, Martin. From the bottom of my heart, thank you."

Chapter Four

The trip was informative, to say the least. Taylor filled in more details about her own upbringing, about the circle of like-minded friends her parents cultivated, about the regular group parties with kids of all ages having sex with adults in all sorts of groupings. She fondly recalled the time she sucked off five men, getting them to cum one after the other onto her face. She was ten years old at the time. It became clear to me there were no holds barred in this group except for violence. Watersports, same-sex fun, even bestiality wasn't out of bounds. But deliberately inflicting pain was.

Without Jim around, educating Amanda had been a delicate matter for Taylor. She didn't want the child to learn only about lesbianism without learning about men as well. But Jim was gone, and would be for five important years. Taylor would have asked her father to help with Amanda, but he had died in a traffic accident soon after Jim went to prison. So until Jim came back, she showed Amanda a lot of porn - kiddy porn to be specific, and used sex toys - dildos, vibrators, butt plugs - until the little girl knew what was supposed to happen with a man, even if there wasn't one around at the moment.

"That's why I'm so glad I found you again Martin," she said. "I should have picked you in the first place. I almost did, you know."

"Really?"

"Yup, I found you more attractive than Jim. But it was easier with him, he already had some experience with child sex, something he confessed to me on our second date. I just wasn't sure how you would react, so I guess I chose the path of least resistance. It was a mistake. Mom never really liked Jim, never trusted him. She has good instincts. Deep down, Jim was insecure and self-absorbed and occasionally vicious. I didn't really see that until he got out of prison. Maybe I was just blind. How do you think you would have reacted back then if I had told you about my life?"

I pondered that question for a bit. "I honestly don't know Taylor," I finally said. "I might still have been too young, too bound to conventional mores to understand."

Taylor put her hand on mine and stroked it lightly. "Well, you're here with me now, and I'm happy about that. And here we are at my mom's place," she said as she turned the car into the driveway of a nice split-level home.

Taylor's mother Jessica met us at the door. A slender woman in her late 40's, she gave me a nice smile, but I could tell from the tilt of her eyebrow she was also checking me out. I was checking her out too. A sandy blonde like her daughter, she was really quite pretty, with larger breasts and a curvier figure than Taylor. She was wearing well-worn jeans and a tight t-shirt, and looked pretty damn good to me. She invited us in and then called for Amanda.

The little eight-year-old came running into the room and jumped into her mother's arms. "Hi baby," said Taylor, giving her daughter a full kiss on the lips. Amanda was wearing a short denim skirt, a shirt with a colorful butterfly embroidered on it, and flip-flops. I got a little flash of her panties as she hugged her mother.

"Hi Mommy," the little girl said sweetly, nestling into her neck while peeking over at me.

"Amanda, this is Martin. He's an old friend of mine. Go over and say hello."

The little girl shyly walked over, and extended her hand to mine. "Hello Mr. Martin," she said so softly I could barely hear her.

I got down on my haunches so that I could look her straight in the eye while I shook her delicate hand. I didn't want to tower over her, since the top of her head barely came up to my chest. "Hi Amanda, I'm really glad to meet you. You're mom's told me a lot about you." Amanda flashed a concerned glance at her mother, who just nodded and smiled back at her daughter.

"And please just call me Martin."

"Okay." She was looking down at the ground, clearly nervous. I felt a wave of sympathy and warmth for this child. I felt a wave of arousal as well. She was so pretty, with perfect, delicate little features and a sweet, huggable body. I wanted to sweep her into my arms and hold her tight, but didn't want to scare her.

"I invited Martin home with us for dinner. Are you ready to go?"

"Uh huh," the child replied. "I just hafta get my bag."

She ran off to the bedroom and I let my gaze follow her bouncing little tush out of the room.

"So, Martin," Jessica said, pulling my attention back. "Taylor says you haven't seen each other since college. What did you do after college?"

"Computers. I did grunt work for a few different dot coms. Now I run a freelance web design business."

"Is it doing well?"

"Well enough. We have a good reputation in the industry. I have three dozen employees and more business than we can handle."

"Married?"

"No. Got close a couple times though."

"Children?"

"No, I don't have any secret kids anywhere," I chuckled. "At least not that I'm aware of."

"That's enough of the third degree, Mom," Taylor laughed. "We have to go."

Amanda came back wearing a pink backpack that pulled her shirt tight across her flat little chest. I could clearly see her nipples outlined beneath the cloth, but tried not to stare. We all said our goodbyes, and as I was leaving the front door, Jessica put her hand on my arm and looked me in the eye. "You be nice to my girls," she said in a low voice.

"I will ma'am," I said with as reassuring a grin as I could muster.

She smiled back. "I prefer Jessica to ma'am," she said, letting her gaze drop to my crotch. "I'm not dead yet, you know."

"That's for sure," I replied, "I see a lot of you in your daughter."

"You don't know the half of it."

Chapter Five

The back seat of Taylor's car was filled with boxes, so she told Amanda to sit on my lap in the front seat. The little girl smiled uncertainly, then climbed on as I assisted her. She was so light! She couldn't have weighed more than 55 or 60 pounds. I put my arms snugly around her waist as we drove. Taylor asked about her weekend, and Amanda talked about going to the park and seeing the ducks, watching some movies on TV and getting to play her grandmother's piano.

"You play piano, Amanda?"

"Uh huh," she said enthusiastically, turning her head to look at me. "I'm just learning. Mom bought an old upright piano for me. It's fun!"

"I know it is," I replied. "I play the piano too. Will you play for me when we get to your house?"

"Okay," she beamed. "Will you play for me?"

"Okay."

When we got to the house, Taylor busied herself making dinner, leaving Amanda and me to get to know each other. She immediately ran to the piano and pulled out the music to Beethoven's "Fur Elise."

"Do you know this one?" she asked.

"Yes, I do. I love Beethoven. He's my favorite."

"Me too."

The little girl settled herself on the bench, then turned around to look at me. "You can sit here if you want," she said.

I sat on the bench next to her, my thigh rubbing against hers. She played quite well for such a young child. She had small hands and had some difficulty reaching all the notes smoothly, but she played with surprising feeling for an eight-year-old. Her little tongue poked out during some of the tougher passages. When she finished I clapped and said. "Bravo, that was very nice. Very nice."

Amanda blushed. "Now you play."

"Okay. I'll play some Beethoven too. It's from his Sonata Pathetique."

I started playing the second movement. It's one of the prettiest pieces of piano music ever written, and I'd used it more than once to get a girl to fall for me. Amanda stared at my fingers as I played, then turned to look at me. "You're really good," she said, smiling.

"Thanks, Amanda," I said. "This is a very special piece of music to me, and I only play it for people I really like."

She smiled again and leaned against me as I finished up the piece. Taylor was standing in the doorway watching us and started to applaud. "Very nice Martin. I forgot how well you play. But come on in now, dinner's ready."

"That was so fast, it's almost like magic," I said, picking out the theme to the Harry Potter movies on the keyboard.

"Harry Potter!" Amanda squealed. "I love Harry Potter! Can you teach me to play it?"

"Sure. It's not hard," I said, getting up and lifting her off the bench.

"Do you read the books too?" she asked.

"Every one of them," I replied. Amanda took my hand as we walked to the table.

Dinner went very well. The little girl was obviously warming up to me, and I was certainly warming up to her. Taylor served wine and even gave Amanda a little glass. The eight-year-old visibly relaxed and chatted more freely, telling me about her favorite books and music. She was a smart kid. Taylor was home schooling her, and Amanda had developed a sharp and inquiring mind.

When we were done, Taylor ushered us into the living room. "Martin, come sit over here on the couch. Amanda, why don't you sit on his lap." Amanda looked a little surprised, but smiled and climbed up on my lap sitting sideways. I put one hand around her shoulder and the other on her bare little thigh and rubbed lightly.

"You like Martin, don't you Amanda?" Taylor asked her daughter. The little girl shyly nodded her head and blushed a bit. "Well, I know Martin likes you a lot. Tell Amanda what you said to me when I showed you her picture, Martin."

I looked into Amanda's eyes. "I said you were perfect and exquisite."

"Really?" the little child asked.

"Yes, and I meant it. I think you're beautiful."

"Amanda, why don't you give Martin a kiss the way I taught you?" Taylor whispered. The little girl smiled nervously, put her arms around my neck and moved her head closer to mine. Our lips touched lightly at first, then more fully and passionately. Suddenly I felt her little tongue against my lips. Opening my mouth, I sucked gently and pulled her tongue into my mouth. I couldn't believe it. I was french kissing an eight-year-old girl. My cock immediately started to harden. Amanda had her eyes closed while our tongues intertwined and I massaged her firm little thigh. A tiny moan escaped her mouth as I pulled back.

"MMmm, you kiss really well," I said. "Do you like it?"

"Uh huh," said Amanda softly. "Would you kiss me again?"

I did, more passionately this time, letting my hand slip under her skirt and back to her taut little cheeks as I deeply kissed the young child. My tongue explored her sweet mouth, while my stiffened member pressed against her thigh. I started rubbing her waist, then slid my hand up until my thumb could touch her nipple through her cotton shirt. "Does that feel good?" Taylor asked her daughter as I massaged the little nub. Amanda just whimpered against my mouth, but didn't remove her tongue. "Well, I think you're ready," said Taylor. "Stand up sweetheart."

Reluctantly I thought, the little girl pulled her tongue from my mouth and slipped off my lap. She stood between my legs and looked at her mother, one arm still around my shoulder. "It's time baby," Taylor said softly. "It's time to do what we've talked about for so long. Martin told me that he'd really like to make love to you. I think that's wonderful, don't you?"

Amanda looked at her mother and then turned to me with a furrowed brow. "Are you sure? I'm too skinny and I'm not very pretty and I don't have any titties and my feet are too big and...and...Daddy didn't like me naked."

I just shook my head and looked at her with as much warmth as I could muster. "Amanda, I was being perfectly honest before when I said you were beautiful. I think your Daddy has some serious problems if he can't see that. You're the prettiest girl I've ever met. I've never felt this way about a girl as young as you before. But you're special. Really special. You're sweet and smart and you're a sexy little thing too!" I said with a laugh. "The thing I want most in the world right now, the thing that would make me happiest, is if I could get to make love to you. I want to see you naked and hold you and touch you and make you feel really good. Will you let me?" A grin began to form on Amanda's face until she was beaming at me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged her slight little body against my chest.

Chapter Six

"Let's get this off sweetheart," I said, grasping the lower edge of the child's shirt. "I want to see those cute little titties." Amanda hesitated for a second, then raised her arms over her head. "Oh, I can't wait," I said, tugging the shirt up and over her head. Her tiny nubbins were all nipple, with just a little rim of darker pink areola around them. "They're very pretty, Amanda. Can I touch them?" I asked. She nodded and I reached out both hands and began to gently rub and pinch her baby breasts. The little nubs hardened under my touch, and Amanda smiled and wiggled a bit. "I'd love to kiss them, they're so pretty. Can I kiss them?" I pleaded. The little girl giggled and nodded. I leaned forward and planted my lips around her right nipple and sucked a bit, savoring the fresh taste of her preteen flesh.

While I licked and sucked, I brought my hands up under her skirt and squeezed her panty-covered ass. Her cheeks were so small and firm they felt like twin grapefruits. I let one finger dip down into the crevice. Amanda was starting to breathe heavily as my finger pressed through the cloth against her tiny asshole and then slid forward to the bottom of her slit. A little moan escaped her mouth as I started to caress her genitals through the thin panties.

I shifted to her other nipple and began to unfasten her skirt. Taylor reached over and helped me slip it down her thighs. "Step out of it baby," she said, lifting the girl's legs one at a time. Amanda was now dressed in only panties, and she looked a little nervous. I pulled my lips from her tiny tit and looked her in the eye with a reassuring smile. "I love your little titties, Amanda. I could kiss and lick them all night. But now I want to see that pretty little pussy of yours, okay?"

She nodded and I slipped my finger under the waistband of her panties and slid the wispy garment over her skinny hips. I drew them down to her ankles and she stepped out of them, Taylor whisking the panties away. The little eight-year-old was now naked before me. Her hairless mons puffed out a bit, proudly displaying her tight pussy lips with the little clit peeking out.

"Oh, Amanda," I said quietly. "You're prettier with your clothes off than on." I brought my finger to her clit and rubbed lightly. She quivered and put her hands on my shoulders as I slipped my finger lower and gently seated it between her pussy lips. Taylor looked on with a smile while I masturbated her daughter. "Doesn't that feel nice Amanda?" she asked, "doesn't it feel to good to have a man play with you like this?"

"Yes, Mommy, it feels really nice," the little girl responded, smiling at me as I rubbed up and down gently, feeling a touch of moisture developing. She started to pant a little as I continued to manipulate her preteen pussy.

"Amanda, you have such a sweet looking little pussy. I wonder if it's sweet tasting too."

"Baby, why don't you sit down on the sofa and let Martin find out?" said Taylor.

"Okay," the little girl replied. She giggled when I got up, lifted her beneath the armpits, and swung her over to the couch.

"Scoot forward baby," Taylor said as she walked behind the sofa. "Get your little butt right on the edge and I'll lift up your legs so Martin can get to your baby pussy." Amanda giggled again as she settled in and raised her legs a bit. Taylor reached over and pulled her ankles until they were back near her head, exposing her virgin cunt completely to me.

"Oh, that looks delectable," I said as I got down on my knees in front of her. It must have looked as if I was a devoted worshipper, praying at the altar of some god. In this case, it was the god of underage pussy, and I was worshipping at the throne of Saint Amanda. I placed my hands delicately on her inner thighs, pulled apart her pussy lips with my thumbs and brought my face down to that hairless little cleft. I tickled her clit with the tip of my tongue and the little girl let out a squeak and wiggled her hips. Now I started licking from the bottom of her slit up to the clit, up and down, pressing it in a little deeper each time.

Amanda let out a moan as I pulled her lips apart with my thumbs and plunged my tongue right into the entrance of her cunt. In the meantime, Taylor rested her daughter's legs on my shoulders, leaned over the back of the sofa and began to rub the little girl's nipples while she nuzzled her neck. "Doesn't this feel nice honey? Do you like Martin licking your little pussy?"

"Yes, Mommy," the preteen answered. "Martin's tongue feels really nice."

I continued my ministrations, now dipping my tongue further south, over the thin membrane of flesh beneath her vagina, and right onto her tiny little asshole.

"Eeee!" Amanda squealed, "He's licking me back there, Mommy!"

Taylor smiled. "That means he likes you a whole lot baby," she said. "I always liked it when a man licked my asshole. Do you?"

"Mmm hmm," Amanda moaned. "It feels strange and a little tickly, but really good."

"I knew you were a girl after my own heart," said Taylor, smiling down at her daughter. I rimmed the tangy little opening for a while as I continued to manipulate the little girl's genitals with my fingers. "Martin, why don't you see if you can stretch her a little bit?" I heard Taylor ask.

Gently but firmly, I pushed my index finger into the eight-year-old while I continued to tongue her clit. She made a little sound, but I couldn't tell if it was fear or longing. Her breathing quickened again and got a little irregular as I sawed my fingertip gently in and out. Her little cunt was moist and clinging and seemed to be pulling me further in. Amanda began to work her hips against my fingertip, pressing more inside. She was whimpering now, eyes closed. As I worked my finger in and out, it went deeper and deeper until it sunk in all the way past the second knuckle. I met no resistance and looked up at Taylor in surprise.

"Amanda doesn't have a hymen," she said. "I broke it a few years ago. Accidentally. I was teaching her about dildos and even though we were using a small one, I pushed a little too hard at one point." Amanda's eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at her mother. "It hurt and bled a little, but it wasn't too bad," the eight-year-old said a little breathlessly.

"No, you were brave honey. And now Martin can put his finger, and soon his cock, into your little hole and it won't hurt as bad."

Taylor gave me a concerned look, as if I might change my mind if I couldn't pop the little child's cherry. She didn't have to worry. I was still going to be the first man to enter her, to fuck her, and this way it shouldn't cause her too much pain. I smiled up at Taylor, then went back to licking and probing Amanda as she writhed on the sofa. The anxious look left Taylor's face and she moved around to the front of the sofa, unbuttoning her blouse as she went.

"I think you've gotten my little girl very excited," Taylor said. "And now I think she should return the favor. Amanda, would you like to see Martin naked now?"

The little girl smiled broadly at me and said firmly, "Yes!"

"Then both of you stand up and you can undress him. I'm going to take off my clothes too"

Amanda hopped off the sofa and I rose to my feet. The naked little girl was so tiny, I bent over a little bit so she could reach up and unbutton my shirt. She worked her way down, sticking her tongue out as she did. Finally, my shirt opened and she stood up on her toes and pushed it over my shoulders. Taylor grabbed it and threw it aside. "Now his pants."

Amanda got the belt open easily enough, but had a little trouble with the button. I didn't think my cock could get any harder, but having this little girl's fingers so near made my erection almost painful. When she pulled down the zipper it pulsed and throbbed, making a huge, unmistakable bulge. My pants slipped down my legs and Taylor, now naked herself, pulled them away while her daughter just stared at the lump in my underwear. My prick stood up straight and hard, the head peeking out from the waistband.

"See that baby?" Taylor said, motioning toward my cock. "That's the way to tell if a man is attracted to you or not. If he gets hard like this, it means he finds you pretty and sexy. His body won't lie."

Amanda nodded, then looked up at me. "Can I take these off now? I wanna see your thing."

I was about to vigorously say "yes!" when Taylor chimed in. "Not if you're going to use the wrong name. Babies call it a thing. What do you call it?"

"A cock," she said so softly I could barely hear her.

"That's right. So why don't you ask Martin again."

The little girl looked up at me, and with a very serious look on her face asked, "Can I see your cock, please?"

"Yes, you can see my cock you sweet little thing," I said with a smile. Amanda smiled and slipped her fingers under the front of the waistband and quickly pulled it down a few inches. My cock sprang out, grateful to finally be free. It was as stiff as an iron rod, and waggled a little as the eight-year-old stared at it with unrestrained fascination. "Pull his briefs all the way down baby," said Taylor. "Then you can stare at that cock all you want. Isn't it pretty?"

Amanda nodded and pulled my briefs further down. I stepped out of them and Taylor whisked them away. For the first time in my life, I was exposing my engorged prick to the eyes of an underage child. I felt no guilt, only arousal. As I watched expectantly, the eight-year-old tentatively reached her tiny hand toward my prick. When her fingers gently touched it, I had to concentrate hard in order not to ejaculate on the spot. "Feel how hard it is?" Taylor asked.

"Uh huh," Amanda replied with a smile. "It's really stiff."

"So rub it up and down like I taught you," she urged. The little girl tried, but she was holding it too lightly, just skimming her fingers over the surface of the skin. "That's not quite right baby," Taylor said. "Let's get more comfortable, and I'll show you. Martin, why don't you sit down and spread your legs. Amanda, let's get down on our knees."

I did as I was told and the naked mother and daughter scooted between my legs. "Here honey, watch me," Taylor said. "You have to squeeze it firmly enough to get the skin to go up and down when you stroke it." She demonstrated what she meant, jacking me off with an expert's touch. "You try it now."

Amanda wrapped her fingers as far as she could around my throbbing pole and squeezed lightly. "A little harder than that, baby," Taylor said as she put her hand on top of her daughters and showed her how much pressure to apply. "That's good. Now go up and down slowly." Mother and daughter jointly stroked until a bead of pre-cum oozed out of the end of my cock. "See that baby?" Taylor asked. "That's called pre-cum." She scooped the droplet on her fingertip and held it out to her daughter. "Here, taste it."

The little girl didn't hesitate, but stuck out her tongue and licked the fluid from her mother's finger. "Like it?" Taylor asked as her daughter swallowed the drop. The little girl rolled it around on her tongue for a minute. "Uh huh," she nodded. "It doesn't have much flavor, but I like how slippery it is."

"If you like pre-cum, you'll love his semen, that has a lot of flavor. I bet you'll love it as much as I do. Why don't we use our mouths on Martin now, the way he used his mouth on you?" Amanda grinned and licked her lips. Taylor aimed my cock at her daughter's mouth. The little girl looked up at me, then planted a soft kiss right on the tip. I let out a gasp and Amanda giggled before she stuck out her tongue and swiped it over the head.

"Oh my!" I exclaimed. "That feels good!"

She rolled her tongue over the head a few times, then began slowly swiping up and down the shaft. "That's right," Taylor encouraged. "Don't rush it. Just take your time and lick it up and down like a candy cane." The eight-year-old enthusiastically did as she was told, flattening her tongue against my cock and then slowly drawing it up and down. The pleasure was intense, and I knew it was going to be no easy matter to control myself. "Mmm, that looks good," said Taylor. "Let me lick the other side." She leaned in and I watched enraptured as mother and daughter worked their tongues against my throbbing pole. Taylor was exceptionally good at oral sex, and she alternately kissed, licked and nibbled my cock expertly. Amanda kept her eyes on her mother and imitated exactly what she was doing. I was in heaven.

"Don't forget his balls," Taylor instructed, pulling back to watch. "They're delicate, so don't bite them or squeeze them too hard." The tiny child delicately placed her tongue against my ball sack and began lapping almost gingerly. Taylor meanwhile began stroking the child's clit. Keeping her little hand wrapped around my pole, Amanda got my balls nice and wet and then dipped her head a little lower so she could lick the underside of my scrotum. "Amanda, you are so good!" I couldn't help exclaiming. "None of my other girlfriends could do this as well."

The eight-year-old looked up at me, my cock resting against her nose. "Really?"

"Absolutely. Your mother does it better than anyone, and she taught you well."

"You're doing great baby," Taylor reassured. "Why don't you suck him a little now, make sure he's nice and wet and ready."

"Okay," the naked preteen said without hesitation. She pulled down on the shaft and brought her lips to the head, giving it another little kiss. Pushing her head forward, her lips spread wider and wider around the glans and it started to slide in. I felt her little tongue tickling the slit and I almost came on the spot. "Oh baby, that feels great," I moaned. "Can you get the whole head in your mouth?"

Amanda nodded and pushed down again. Her lips spread slowly until finally the whole head of my cock popped into her warm, preteen mouth. I gasped at the sensation. "That's good baby," Taylor purred. "Now just suckle on it a little. Use your tongue just like I taught you." The little girl caressed the underside of my cock head with her tongue, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked strongly. She made small slurping noises as she worked on my member. I pushed another inch into her sweet mouth, and she swirled her tongue along the vein of the shaft until it was throbbing intensely. Taylor meanwhile was diddling her daughter's little pussy, keeping her moist and excited for what was to come.

"I'm going to cum in a second if you keep that up Amanda," I said, stroking the top of the girl's head.

"We don't want that. Not yet," said Taylor. "I think he's ready sweetie, and so are you." The little girl popped my prick out of her mouth and held it against her cheek. "I like sucking him Mommy, it's fun!"

"I know it is baby, and you'll do it again, but right now I think Martin wants to fuck you. So let go of that cock now and stand up honey. Martin, why don't you sit on the sofa and let Amanda straddle your lap."

I did as I was told willingly, sitting down on the couch with my cock rampant. Amanda looked at it with a mixture of lust and anxiety, then crawled onto my lap facing me, her legs outside mine, her hairless little pussy spread wide open. "Kneel upright sweetheart," said Taylor. "Put your hands on his shoulders for balance."

The little girl did as she was told, and my cock slid down her belly toward her puffy little pussy. Taylor grabbed my shaft and guided it between Amanda's distended pussy lips. She rubbed the head up and down a few times, until it nestled against the impossibly small hole of Amanda's vagina. "Okay baby, its time. Martin's cock is ready. Your little pussy is ready. I'll hold his shaft. All you have to do is press down. It might hurt a little as it stretches, but it won't be too bad. And when you get it inside you'll feel wonderful and you'll be a full-fledged woman. Ready?"

"Uh huh," the little child said, biting her lower lip. I rested my hands on Amanda's hips and pushed my cock upward a little bit. Her pussy lips slowly parted and the tip of my cock wedged itself into the tiny hole. "Mmmfff," the little girl whimpered, wiggling her little ass and trying to work more in. I helped by pushing down on her hips, but the head wouldn't go in, the resistance was too strong.

"Relax, baby, relax," soothed Taylor. "Remember when we used the dildos? You had to relax your muscles to let those in. Do that again now. You're almost there." Amanda scrunched her eyes closed and tried to relax her muscles. I pushed up as she pushed down again. Her tiny hole opened wider, wider, and suddenly the whole cock head slid in. ""EEEEE!" she squealed as her tight pussy clamped down on me.

"That's it baby, he's inside!" Taylor said triumphantly. "Hold it there for a minute or two until you get used to it. The hardest part is over." My cock throbbed in the tiny child's warm cunt and I reveled in the pure pleasure of entering such a tight little hole. Her muscles were squeezing me so tightly I thought I might pop out again, but I held her hips still and she slowly started to relax. "Now when you're ready, relax and push down again and more will go inside," Taylor purred. Amanda rotated her skinny hips and I pushed gently down on her hips while pushing up with mine. I felt my cock opening new territory inside the little girl as I wedged a few more inches into her.

"Nggh!" Amanda grunted as I rested once again. Taylor stood behind her daughter, her hands on Amanda's shoulder, kissing her neck and whispering into her ear. "That's it sweetheart, that's it! He's about half way in. You're almost there. Just relax again. Now, pull up a little and then slide back down. That's right." The impaled preteen rose up a little and then pushed down. Then again. I started moving my cock in her rhythm, and soon I was fucking about three inches of my cock in and out.

"Oh yes, baby," Taylor cried. "You're fucking him. You're actually fucking a grown man. But you're not quite there yet. You need to take his whole cock inside. Ready?" The eight-year-old looked up at me. I could see tears welling in her eyes, but she still had a crooked smile. "Yes Mommy," she said softly. Taylor suddenly pushed down on the little girl's shoulders. I pushed up hard and my prick slid the rest of the way inside the child until her stretched pussy lips were resting on my pubic hair.

"AHH!!" Amanda cried, falling forward onto my chest. I wrapped my arms around her as I let the full length of my prick bask in the tightness of her immature cunt. "Yes, sweetheart, yes!" crowed Taylor. "He's all the way in! You've taken every bit of his cock. You're not a baby anymore."

Amanda pulled her face from my chest and looked at me through teary eyes. I smiled and bent my head to press my lips to hers. The little girl ardently returned my kiss and our tongues wrapped around each other, my cock still buried to the hilt in her baby pussy. "You're wonderful Amanda," I whispered as our lips parted. "Don't worry. It won't hurt as much anymore."

"It doesn't hurt now," she said, smiling through her tears. "It feels nice to have you inside me." I grinned at the little eight-year-old and began slowly sawing my prick in and out. "Uhh," she moaned, moving her hips back and forth in rhythm to my thrusts. She pushed herself upright and began pumping her hips more vigorously. Her taut pussy lips clung to my cock as it plunged in and out.

"That's it, baby," said Taylor soothingly. "That's the way to fuck. I'm so proud of you!" Taylor reached her arms around and tickled Amanda's clit as I continued to stuff the eight-year-old with my raging prick. The little child's breathing became more and more ragged. Little moans escaped her mouth and she began to buck on my cock. "Oh, Mommy, I like this! Don't stop, Daddy! Don't stop! The good feeling is going to happen!"

I knew I wasn't going to last much longer either. Amanda's warm little cunt was squeezing me so nicely I could feel the cum getting ready to explode. Having the little girl call me "Daddy" put me over the top. "I'm about to get the good feeling too!" I shouted, thrusting quickly a couple more times into her, then holding my prick deep inside while she rotated her hips and squirmed her pussy against my groin. "EEEEE!" cried Amanda as her tiny body began to orgasm. My cock throbbed once, twice, and suddenly a gusher of hot cream shot out. "Uhh! Uhhhh!" I grunted, pumping spurt after spurt of warm semen into the little child.

Amanda collapsed onto my chest again, shudders running through her slender frame as she mewled and whimpered. I was still cumming, but slower now, her tight little cunt squeezing out the last few drops. "That was great, baby" soothed Taylor, rubbing the girl's back and shoulders. "You did great. Did you cum?"

"Uh huh," the little girl said weakly.

"Did you like it?" I asked.

"Uh huh," Amanda replied, looking up at me. "I liked it a whole lot. Especially when you squirted your stuff into me. That felt hot and funny and good!"

"Well, let's get you off his prick and see if there's any left," said Taylor as she eased the girl back. I put my hands on her tiny butt and slowly pulled her up. My cock, now somewhat softened, slipped from the child's cunt with a pop. Sperm dripped from her pussy lips, forming warm, white puddles on my stomach. Taylor guided Amanda next to me on the sofa. I put my arm around her and pulled the naked little child close.

"Mmm, I want to taste some of this," said Taylor, leaning over and swiping her tongue at one of the splashes of sperm. She lapped at it, then pulled her tongue into her mouth and swallowed. "Yummy!" she said, smacking her lips. "Amanda, why don't you eat some of Martin's cum while it's still warm?" The little girl leaned over and kissed my stomach, then licked at one of the puddles, slurping the gooey fluid into her mouth. She ran her tongue around a bit tasting it, then swallowed the semen down. "Good, baby?" Taylor asked. "Yes!" Amanda exclaimed, licking her lips. "Can I have some more?"

Taylor grinned, happy her child seemed to enjoy everything that was happening. "Why don't we both clean him up with our mouths?" she suggested. "Okay!" the little girl beamed. I watched in wonder as the beautiful 29-year-old woman and her eight-year-old daughter licked my body clean of cum, slurping and swallowing until every bit was gone.

Epilogue

Afterward, we all cleaned up a bit, then sat naked on the sofa listening to some music. My arm was around Amanda who had snuggled up next to me, her hand on my now soft prick. Soon she fell asleep, breathing softly against my chest.

"Did you notice she called me 'Daddy'?" I asked Taylor.

"I noticed," she replied. "She likes you Martin. A lot, I think." I smiled and stroked the child's soft hair. "She still has a lot to learn," Taylor said looking me in the eye. "And I think you have to be part of it. Are you willing to make this something regular for a while?"

"Yes," I replied. "I want to be part of Amanda's life...and yours."

Taylor kissed me on the cheek. "It could take a while. At least a couple of months."

"How about longer than that?"

Taylor looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"I mean I love you Taylor. And I love Amanda. I want to be the father to her that Jim never was. And maybe a better husband for you too. Will you marry me?"

"Say yes, mommy!" Amanda obviously was awake after all and had heard everything we said. She was looking up at us expectantly, nodding her head up and down. We both burst out laughing and Taylor threw her arms around my neck and kissed my passionately. "Yes Martin. I'll marry you."

"Yay!!" Amanda squealed as Taylor and I kissed again. While our tongues intertwined I felt another tongue, Amanda's, licking at my cock before slipping it into her warm little mouth. I knew I had just taken the first step toward a brand new and very different life.

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