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   bobandcarole wrote:   
   > Age of Consent: Part 1   
   >   
   > By Loki925 (pedo, M/g+, dog)   
   >   
   > This story is pure fiction and does not resemble anything or anyone in   
   > reality, whatever that is.   
   >   
   > My name is Sam Cokard and I love my country. Why, you ask? It's simple.   
   > The age of consent in my country is nine and I have three charming   
   > little girl friends. Their names are Sue, nine-and-a-half, a true pixie   
   > with blond hair and blue eyes. Carrie, a brown haired beauty, just ten,   
   > and Jean, a nine-and-a-half year old red-head, a cute slightly freckled   
   > face doll. I also have a Dalmatian and his name is Max.   
   >   
   > Why have a dog? Well the girls love him and he loves them back, if you   
   > catch my drift.   
   >   
   > Carrie and Jean also do Bob, who lives just down the street. I don't   
   > mind, for they always see me first. I think it's good of old Bob to   
   > accept sloppy seconds. Sue is all mine and sleeps with me six days out   
   > of seven. I know her mom. Her name is Patty and we are good friends.   
   >   
   > Patty dances at the Geezers Club. She wants to tie the knot with me,   
   > but I just let Max tie his knot with her. No way I am ever going to get   
   > married, especially to a twenty-three-year-old. But every so often, I   
   > throw Patty my jimmy-covered bone. Don't want to knock her up, you see.   
   > I would rather bone someone else's daughter than have to bone my own.   
   >   
   > I treat my little girlfriends well. Some say I spoil them, but what do   
   > they know.   
   >   
   > Now this is my typical day. I don't work. I made a little dough, added   
   > some yeast, and now I have a really big loaf. I manage it wisely and   
   > live off the interest.   
   >   
   > The alarm goes off. I press the button. It's 7:00 a.m. I kiss Sue on   
   > the cheek and she pulls the covers over her head. She loves to sleep,   
   > so I give her five minutes more before I send in Max.   
   >   
   > Into the bathroom I go. I take my morning piss, wash my hands and brush   
   > my teeth. I put up the old brush and I call to Max, "Max, Blanket."   
   >   
   > He is well trained. He bites down on the covers and pulls them off of   
   > Sue. He jumps on the bed and laps Sue's cutie butt. "Go away Max, go   
   > away," Sue cries.   
   >   
   > "Pussy, Max, pussy," I tell Max. Max nips Sue's round little ass, and   
   > she shrieks, "Max!" But she turns over. In a flash Max's tongue is at   
   > her sweet meat. - Lap! Lap!   
   >   
   > "Oh Max!" Sue cries. A dog's tongue is perfect for lapping a bald cunt.   
   > And four-year- old Max sure does it well. -Lap! Lap!   
   >   
   > Max slides his tongue past Sue's sweet lips. Sue opens her legs wide   
   > and serves her cunt meat up for Max to eat, eat. -Lap! Lap!   
   >   
   > "OH! MAX!" Sue shrieks. -LAP! LAP!   
   >   
   > "Down boy, down." I tell Max.   
   >   
   > "Please Sam, just one more."   
   >   
   > One would lead to two and then ten, so I say, "Sorry Hon, it's bad   
   > Tuesday."   
   >   
   > She gives me those lost puppy dog eyes. Her charms are sweet but I   
   > tickle her small feet.   
   >   
   > She giggles, "Stop, stop!"   
   >   
   > "A kiss for a stop, then into the shower we go."   
   >   
   > A little sad face, "Ok."   
   >   
   > She reaches her arms up and I pick Sue up. I fondle her soft butt.   
   > "Sam, I love you." Sue sighs.   
   >   
   > "Me too." It's not that I love her, but I do love the sex.   
   >   
   > Into the shower we go. With water, shampoo and suds we get done in no   
   > time at all.   
   >   
   > With soft, large towels we dry off. While Sue blow-dries her hair I get   
   > dressed and go to the kitchen. I open the box. Not that box, the   
   > icebox, or if you prefer the refrigerator. I take out the OJ. Not the   
   > guy, the juice. I take out a packet of frozen waffles and toss them on   
   > the counter. I take out the milk and whipped butter.   
   >   
   > I pour the juice and milk into glasses. I pop the waffles into the   
   > six-slice toaster. I put out two plates and haul down the syrup. Sue   
   > walks in and the waffles pop up. Sue fluffs her skirt to make sure I   
   > see her bare butt. She is such a tease.   
   >   
   > With some idle chitchat, we finish breakfast. I put Max out to bark at   
   > the day. Then it's out to the car and off to Sue's school. We park a   
   > block from the place and walk. Sue just loves to flaunt her prize.   
   > That's me of course. I am 6' 2", with brown hair and dark eyes, in good   
   > shape, and at 29 most little girls think I am a handsome hunk.   
   >   
   > Hand in hand we walk the last block. Sue frowns at the girls who toss   
   > me the look.   
   >   
   > You know that look, don't you? Well it's the old 'Fuck me' look. We   
   > arrive at the school door. Sue gives me a sweet, pink lipstick kiss. In   
   > to the school she goes, and off to the gym I leave.   
   >   
   > Body, mind, and cock; oops soul. At the gym there are always one or two   
   > eleven-year-old sluts. They are looking for a guy to set their hook.   
   > They are good for a quick suck, but be warned; don't take them out the   
   > gym door. They will have you in a lock before you can say 'I don't'.   
   >   
   > I go in to the gym and change my clothes. I work out for two hours,   
   > take a good steam, shower and get dressed. I pick up a newspaper and   
   > head back to the old ranch. I go to my study, which is the second of   
   > three bedrooms. I sit at my computer desk, press the button, wait and   
   > wait. Well it's not that long, but 'glass' is truly shitty software,   
   > and it has more holes than Swiss cheese.   
   >   
   > I check my stocks. All are doing fine, even the risky one I just   
   > bought. I check the clock. It's time to go, so I close up shop. Out to   
   > the car and down the road. Ten minutes later I pull into the pick up   
   > lane at Jean's school. Five minutes later she opens the car door, gives   
   > me a hug, and it's off to the Quickie Motel we go.   
   >   
   > We get some really good dogs. No not those dogs, hotdogs, or franks if   
   > you prefer. Ten minutes later we are stripping in our room. Jean hops   
   > on the bed and opens her legs. Yum, dessert!   
   >   
   > Let's see, there is the Vulva da vulva. The venires-mons, the labia   
   > majora, and the minora, the prepuce; screw that shit. I suckled her   
   > tiny clitoris, clit for short. I just love the way a little girl's   
   > pussy tastes. (Prepuce for all that may not know is the clitoral hood.)   
   >   
   > Remember folks to keep your little girl's pussy full of cock at least   
   > two times a day. It will aid in her comfort and increase her enjoyment,   
   > if you keep her stretched. This little message was brought to you by   
   > the eight-and-one-half, by two-and-one-half, cock association. Oops,   
   > that's me.   
   >   
   > Where was I? Oh yes, eating my dessert, Jean's little bald pussy of   
   > course. Screaming, flaying, Jean is at it again. Her juices, not the   
   > drinking juice, pussy juice which tastes much better, sprays my face. I   
   > just love to make little girls cum.   
   >   
   > I place myself over Jean's girlish body. I lower my lips to hers giving   
   > her a taste of her own juice. "I love you," Jean smiles.   
   >   
      
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