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   Story: First Date at the Farmhouse   
      
   by bobandcarole                             I   
      
   met them through the woman's ad in the personals: widow with four   
   pretty daughters seeks loving father and husband.  Serious replies only.   
   I sent a letter, she sent her number, I called her, and I went to her   
   home to meet her daughters, to see how much, how often, and how many   
   ways I could love them.   
      
         The oldest was Angel, a month past her ninth birthday, a wild,   
   pretty girl with long brown hair and brown eyes, slender and of a normal   
   height for her age.  Cynthia was seven, radiant in her golden blond   
   hair, her smile lighting every heart, her blue eyes shining like the   
   sun in a clear pool. Fauna was next oldest at six, and everyone called   
   her by her nickname, Fluffy.  The name was appropriate, as her light   
   brown shoulder-length hair stood out around her head like the fur of a   
   long-haired kitten.  The youngest girl was four, and nearly ready for   
   school, a very intelligent red-haired girl, named Lysandra but called   
   Lisa.  All four girls were quite pretty, each in their own way.   
      
         Their mother, of course, was a woman, with garishly painted nails   
   and a failed attempt to hide a pallid complexion with an overdose of   
   makeup.   
      
         They lived in a large ranch house in the country, "four hills"   
   to the nearest neighbor.  It had a bedroom on the lower floor, two on   
   the upper floor, and one small bedroom hidden in the attic, which was   
   Cynthia's. Angel had one of the bedrooms on the second floor, and the   
   other was shared by Fluffy and Lisa, who slept in bunkbeds.  The girls   
   led me on a tour of every room in the house while their mother fixed up   
   a meal for us.  The house had a large basement, roughly finished, which   
   I saw when the girls took my hands and led me down the stairs to see   
   their hideaway.  Posts supporting the floors above were left standing   
   unattached in the basement, with nails protruding at angles holding up   
   various items hanging on them.  There was a washing machine in a corner,   
   with a pile of girl's clothes beside it.  I noticed that the girls had   
   recently worn frilly white dresses, with frilly white socks and frilly   
   white panties.  At the time, Angel was wearing shorts and a halter top   
   with nothing but strings across her back, Cynthia wore a light dress,   
   Fluffy was oddly wearing a bikini bottom that was clearly one or two   
   sizes too large and a bikini top that didn't match, and four-year-old   
   Lisa was beautiful in a pink jumper zipped up the back.  They were all   
   barefoot, which I admired.   
      
         They led me through a low door that I had to duck and turn to   
   enter, into a small, dark room in the very corner of the basement.   
   Angel reached up and pulled a chain, turning on a light, a bare bulb   
   hanging loosely from the ceiling.  The room had been designed as a   
   pantry, I guessed, but the girls had made it into a cubby hole, loading   
   the shelves with toys and various objects of every description.  They   
   were clearly proud of it, so I admired it aloud.  Cynthia said this was   
   where they came to get away from their mother when she was looking for   
   them.  Angel corrected her, pointing out that they had a few other   
   places outside where they could hide.  I asked why their mother didn't   
   look for them here right away, and they said she never came down in the   
   basement except to do laundry, so she never knew their hideaway was even   
   there.  I asked why they would want to hide from their mother.  They   
   looked at each other knowingly, and kept their silence.  Finally Lisa   
   spoke up and told me their mother always spanked them really hard when   
   she was mad, and always tied them up in their bedrooms when she had to   
   go somewhere in town, unless they hid from her.   
      
         I started kidding them about being really bad girls for hiding from   
   their mother, and they knew I was kidding, when I said that I would have   
   to spank them all for being such bad girls.  I sat down on a child-sized   
   chair they had by the door of the hideaway, and grabbed Fluffy.  I laid   
   her over my lap and started spanking her bottom lightly, playfully,   
   laughingly.  They all laughed as I spanked Fluffy, then stood her up and   
   shook my finger at her, warning that if she was a bad girl again I would   
   have to spank her again.  She giggled.   
      
         I asked who else had been a bad girl, and got a chorus of gleeful   
   admissions of guilt.  First I spanked Angel, then Lisa, then I held   
   Cynthia over my lap.  With Cynthia, I pulled her dress up with one hand   
   just enough to reveal her panties, then spanked her lightly while she   
   giggled.   
      
         "Spank her barebottom!" Angel commanded.  "Yea!!" Fluffy echoed.   
      
         "Only if she's been really really naughty," I told them, and asked   
   Cynthia about it.  She said she was really really REALLY REALLY naughty,   
   so I pulled her panties down, showing her soft bottom, and proceded to   
   spank her, a little harder than before.  When I finished, I let my hand   
   rest on her bottom a while, enjoying the feeling of her soft, warm skin.   
   She squirmed away and pulled her panties back up only out of habit, not   
   from any prudishness.   
      
         "Who else has been as naughty as Cynthia?" I asked, and grabbed   
   Fluffy when she gleefully admitted she had.  I bent her over my knee,   
   and my cock grew hard and long as I felt the pliable girl's back and   
   legs.   
      
         I put my hand down deep inside Fluffy's bikini and felt her bottom,   
   then I spread her legs apart, slipped my hand between her legs and   
   rubbed her pussy, while the other girls watched.  I told Angel and   
   Cynthia to hold her arms behind her, which they did, then I stood her   
   up, knelt before her, and pulled her bikini bottoms down to her ankles.   
   I untied the shoulder straps on her bikini top, leaving them dangling,   
   then pulled it down past her tummy, past her bottom, and dropped it at   
   her ankles with the other piece.  Angel and Cynthia lifted her up while   
   I pulled her bikini completely off her, and now she was totally naked,   
   facing me, with her arms held tight behind her back by her big sisters.   
   She stood between them, blinking and wondering, occasionally trying to   
   pull away.   
      
         "What are you going to do?" she asked, as I unbuckled my belt and   
   dropped my pants.  "Please, let me go, this isn't any fun anymore!" she   
   begged, as I unbuttoned and pulled off my shirt.   
      
         "I know what he's going to do!" Angel snickered, gripping harder as   
   Fluffy began to squirm frantically.  They stared at my rock-hard cock as   
   I pulled my underpants down and kicked them off.   
      
         I reached behind Fluffy's back from both sides, and firmly gripped   
   her wrists.  "Let go of her now, I have her," I told Angel and Cynthia,   
   and I lifted Fluffy up, face to face with me, and pushed her against the   
      
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