Age of Consent   
      
   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.   
      
   "Me too." (See Above.)   
      
   I tongue fuck her little mouth. I place my hard cock to her bald pussy   
   lips, and get ready for the tube ride. Tickets, get your tickets here!   
   Tickets for the greatest ride on Earth, the little girly tube ride.   
   Sorry sir, this ride is already full.   
      
   My cock head mashes her small cervix, tickling her G-spot. No G-spot   
      
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   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)