Little Lola, Sleeping Beauty

Introduction: This never happened. I never touched or photographed her.

After Hurricane Katrina our church asked for volunteers who would be willing to temporarily share their homes with folks from Louisiana and Texas who were temporarily rendered homeless and jobless because of the disaster. Now that our children were grown and gone, my wife and I had two extra bedrooms at our place, so we decided that it was our Christian and patriotic duty to offer to share our good fortune with the less fortunate. The truth of the matter also was that the empty nest was not the greatest thing for my marriage. My wife missed our daughter and we found we had less and less in common and took less and less enjoyment in each other's company and looked for excuses to stay apart. Having a couple strangers in our home might be a good thing.

Our house guests were a mother-daughter combination. I could tell at first glance that the mother was pretty low class. Her name was Gina. She had on a tight-fitting, low cut blouse that showed her cleavage and exposed a good amount of her black bra as well. She wore a skirt that was both too tight and too short. She was "going to seed" in the sense that you could see that she was once a real classic blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty, but that only in her mid thirties she was already well past her prime, a bit overweight, a few more lines on her face than a woman her age should have, compensated for by a heavy hand on the make up, which succeeded only in making her look "slutty". (I think is the expression used, though as a good Christian I would never say such a thing of another person, but I confess it was the word that silently came to mind when I first set eyes on her.)

On the other hand with respect to her daughter, Lola, the first word that came to mind was "angelic." She was about 12 years old, blonde hair, blue eyes, and when she saw our house--which is far from a mansion--her face just became radiant and I could tell right away that we had made the right decision and that the presence of this girl would bring joy to our lives. Lola was the picture of innocence. Her mother, Gina, the picture of lost innocence.

As chance would have it, our own daughter was having a baby just at the time Gina and Lola were moving in and my wife saw it as her maternal duty to go out of state to help with our first grandchild and to give our daughter a hand. Because we had already made the commitment to our church, I felt compelled to stay back and have my wife take on the grandparenting chores alone. Once my wife was living with my daughter, she had no interest in coming back home to me. She ended up staying for an extended time with our daughter. To be honest, I was actually just as happy for her to stay where she was. I was certainly not lonely with Gina and her daughter Lola now in our house.

Lola was a delight from the first moment I laid eyes on her. I took pleasure just in looking at her. She was so pretty and such a free spirit. I enjoyed every moment of her company.

The problem right from the start was with Gina. I knew that she would arrive unemployed, but I expected someone who would be more motivated to work or even to clean up after herself around the house. I quickly came to understand that Gina was an alcoholic and that she had many other disreputable habits as well. I had to stop myself from chuckling when she told me that they had lived in a trailer park because the term "trailer trash"--another term I would never say aloud -- were the very words that were going through my head to characterize Gina. She was a truly slovenly person, absolutely careless whether it had to do with putting a wet can of beer on a nice piece of furniture and leaving a ring on the finish or allowing her knees to drift apart so that her crotch would be exposed. I may be a Christian, but I am also a man, and I couldn't help but have my eyes drift to her exposed breasts or crotch and Gina often caught me looking, which was an acute source of embarrassment to me and amusement to her.

Lola seemed not to have a care in the world. Coming to live at our house was for Lola as though she had gone to heaven. Unlike her mother, whose room quickly became a pigsty, Lola kept her room tidy and clean, was personally always sweet smelling and very well groomed, and she remained bright, cheerful, and thankful for being in our house. She also immediately seemed to adore me. She loved just being with me whether I would be tinkering at my workbench or in the garden, she enjoyed my company and I very much enjoyed hers as well. Lola was also a very uninhibited girl. She was very open and demonstrative with her affections.

It became clear early on that Lola had never had a stable father figure in her life. She immediately was drawn to me to fill the aching gap in her life. Lola craved my attention and my company. She just naturally touched me whenever we were together and it soon became predictable that as soon as I got in my hammock to take a nap or my easy chair to read a book or watch television that Lola would be cuddling with me. I would like to be able to say that I was completely fatherly or grandfatherly and that I did not have carnal thoughts about this sweet young girl who I so often found on my lap or in my arms. But the truth is that I found her intoxicating. When she was cuddling next to me I never wanted her to stop. I also stole glances down her shirt and admired her firm, pointy little breasts or let my hand brush against her legs or bare waist (she liked to wear shirts with short hems and pants that were very low on her slight hips so that she usually exposed a good amount of her slim tummy, lower back and waist. The low slung pants also often exposed a thong. Often, the entire thong in the back would be exposed. As I said before, I'm a Christian, but I'm also a man. Seeing her pants half down, the thong, well, let's just say that I found the sight (and the occasional feel) breathtaking.

One source of tension was that Gina spurned every invitation I made for her and her daughter to come to church with me. Whenever I invited her, she would say, "We're sinners." I tried to explain that all Christians are sinners and that Jesus forgives their sins, but Gina would look at me like I was the world's biggest dope. "Some of us like sin," she would say with a wink. She would also lean forward as she said that inevitably drawing my eyes to her breasts, and, as usual, would catch me looking.

The more time we spent together the more I found myself attracted to both the mother and the daughter. It was so strange. They were actually so different. Let me be clear. I didn't like Gina. She annoyed and bothered me and I was often uncomfortable with her teasing. But there was something about her, she was so unlike my wife, so unlike my church community, that she represented the dark and forbidden side of life that I had never allowed myself to experience. But I couldn't abandon my values and so although I would have to admit that a deep, hidden part of me found Gina sexually provocative, the truth was that Gina was a lazy, good-for-nothing alcoholic slob--though I would never say this out loud. I would have to admit to myself that I was also attracted to Lola, but also with deep ambivalence. The reason for the attraction was obvious--she was bright, delightful, and beautiful. Was the attraction also because Lola was forbidden fruit? I knew it was absolutely wrong to have lustful thoughts about Lola. But I would challenge any red-blooded man not to be affected at the sight of this young girl's budding breasts that were often visible in loose-fitting blouses and nighties as she snuggled and nuzzled.

The only thing both Gina and Lola seemed to have in common, aside from the blonde hair and blue eyes, was a definite flirtatious streak and a lack of modesty. Perhaps it was because, as far as I could tell, they never before had lived with a man and maybe didn't realize the effect that women and girls being so scantily clad can have on the male of our species. Generally, while in the house, both Gina and Lola wore minimal clothes. The usual default attire was a skimpy little t-shirt without a bra and tiny panties, either string bikinis or thongs. Just the sight of Gina or Lola walking by would be enough to make my eyes pop out of my head and they both would spread themselves on the sofa or the easy chair in the most unladylike ways. This came as a particular shock--and treat--to me as my own wife and daughters were modest in the way they dressed, always conservative and functional, not provocative and sexy. I never actually saw my wife in the nude. She had to have the lights completely out and be totally under the covers when we made love. My wife never even let me watch her dress and undress; I couldn't imagine her lounging around the house in her underwear. The contrast with Lola and Gina was enormous and it was like I was gaining insight into a whole different world.

I should note at this point in my account of our little household that I have a particular hobby -- actually more than a hobby, more like my true calling -- which is photography. I have a dark room and develop my own film, although I now do digital photography as well. I'm proud to report that I have won a number of prizes for my photography. I tend to see the world through the lens of a camera either actual or in my mind's eye. I mention this because Lola was such an inspiration to me. I was so struck by her beauty -- by how pretty and photogenic she was --that it seemed whatever she was doing, that I wanted to photograph her at every opportunity. I would pick up and click the camera almost any time and place, indoors, outdoors, posed or candid. Lola could have a mouthful of food and she would still look fetching, it didn't matter. I thought she was so cute I wanted to take her picture at every opportunity. When she would fall asleep on the sofa I loved taking pictures of her. She was so angelic, a serene beauty. Gina would look a bit astounded as I took Lola's picture, particularly watching me take pictures of the sleeping beauty.

But mostly, of course, Lola was wide awake. She loved the attention and was a natural in front of the camera. She would brighten and smile at the camera, flirting with it actually. Or, if I was taking a candid shot, she had a remarkable feel for that and for just being natural and let her beauty pour through without even trying. Gina, of course, noticed all this. I was afraid that she might mind and be somewhat protective of Lola, but to my surprise Gina pushed her a bit into actually posing for me and posing for me in ways that were not really appropriate for a girl her age and which I wasn't asking her to do at all. For example, Gina would see Lola flirting with the camera by smiling, and Gina would tell Lola to make it look like she was kissing. Gina would tell Lola to use her hands to fluff her hair so that her sweet little armpits were exposed to my camera. She would have Lola push out her chest or her bottom so that her barely pubescent body was exaggerated in provocative ways. The whole time, Gina would be teasing me. "You like that one, Joe?" "You gettin' off on this, Joe?" "She's a little hottie, ain't she, Joe?"

One night after Lola had gone to bed and Gina had had quite a bit to drink, Gina started teasing me, asking why I only took photos of Lola and not of her. "Ain't I purty enough fer you?" "C'mon take my picture too." I got my camera really just to quiet her down and so she wouldn't feel offended that I was only taking pictures of her daughter. When I pointed the camera at Gina she started right off pursing her lips into a kiss, then making O shapes with her mouth, licking her lips, being overtly sexual in her poses. She leaned forward and pushed her arms together to create an eye-filling view of her cleavage. I dutifully snapped away. I had never done "artistic" figure studies, but I was tempted by Gina. Before long she had stripped off her shirt, and here I was taking a picture of a woman--not my wife (not that my wife would ever dream of posing in such a way)--with bare breasts and nothing else on but a small string bikini. I continued taking pictures and Gina got bolder. She encouraged me to take pictures of her breasts, her bottom, in a variety of "cheesecake" poses. I kept saying things like "That's nice." "That's great," "Yes." I really didn't know what else to say. I was ambivalent about the whole thing. I felt in my heart that what we were doing was wrong, that I would never want anyone to see these pictures, but I didn't have the will power to stop and I was looking forward in the privacy of my bedroom of looking at these photos of Gina and doing what men do with dirty pictures.

I hardly realized what was happening, but I found that I was positioned kneeling on the floor in front of Gina getting a good angle. The next thing I knew she was standing so that my lens was pointed directly at the points where her legs meet. Gina then spread her legs a bit. I continued clicking the camera. She moved her hand to her crotch and started playing with herself. I clicked and clicked that camera. "Bad boy," she said tousling my hair. She then pulled my camera aside. I was left kneeling in front of her, my eyes just inches from the thin piece of fabric that barely covered the vulva. I could feel her heat on my face. "C'mon, baby, sniff it." Her hand still on my head, she swiveled her hips a bit and brought her panty-clad pubic mound to the point of just about touching my nose. I breathed deeply, smelling her musky scent. My hands brushed the back of Gina's thighs. My heart thumped so loudly in my chest I was sure she could hear it from her standing position. "Well looky here," she said. "It looks life you've found a new goddess to pray to, Mr. Christian. Maybe I'm not the only sinner around here."

Gina pushed my head away. "You want it, Joey babe, you better beg for it."

"Please," I whispered.

"I can't hear you."

"Please," I croaked.

"Tell me what you want."

"I want to kiss you."

"Where?"

"I want to kiss you down there."

"Down there? What is that supposed to mean?"

"Under your panties. Please."

"You talkin' 'bout my pussy?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"Your pussy."

"Beg for it."

"Please. Please, let me kiss. I want, I want to kiss, your pussy."

"Whose pussy do you really want to kiss?"

"I…I…want to kiss your pussy."

"Whose pussy do you really want to kiss?"

I was confused. My head was spinning. Remember I had never kneeled in front of a woman standing in nothing but a pair of panties. I had never said the word before. "Your pussy."

"You don't want my pussy, Joey, tell the truth, whose pussy do you really want to kiss."

"Yours."

"Liar. You don't want my tired old pussy. Whose pussy have you been sniffing after for weeks? Tell the truth."

My eyes actually welled with tears I was under such tension. "Lola's," I whispered.

"Oh, you naughty boy," she said. I was panting, I thought I might get a heart attack. Gina sat on my easy chair. I was still kneeling in front of her. She spread her legs. "Come to momma."

I scooted between Ginas legs. I nuzzled the bridge of my nose into her crotch. Then, I started sucking on the inside of her thighs. Gina's fingers played in my hair. "Momma likes. Ummmm."

My head was swirling. I felt drunk with her heat, smell, sight, feel. I kissed and sucked and licked her through her panties. After a few minutes, Gina snaked her finger down to her now soaking wet panty and pulled it to the side. She had shaved maybe a week ago and I faced her stubble. I rubbed my clean-shaven face against her stubble. I licked the rough stubble. My tongue slipped into the smoothness of her pussy. The first taste was bitterness. I kept licking until I cleaned her out and the sour taste gave way to a subtle sweetness. I licked and sucked and brought Gina to an orgasm.

"Take off your clothes," Gina ordered as she got out of the chair. I took off my clothes. I'm a grandfather. I'm sure I'm nothing that exciting to look at, but there I was with my dick standing straight out. Gina walked into the powder room and came out with a container of lotion. She grabbed my dick and pulled me along. "Come with momma," she said.

She pulled me into Lola's room. Lola was asleep, but visible from the hallway light. Gina pulled away the blanket and sheet from Lola's lower body. The girl was clad in a string bikini, she was curled asleep and her pretty little bottom was exposed except for the tiny patch of cloth. Gina pivoted so she was still holding my dick, but she was now behind me. I was facing her sleeping daughter. Gina squirted some lotion in her hand and she started pumping my dick. Her other hand stroked my chest. She nibbled on my earlobe and whispered in my ear. "Ummm, she's so pretty. You like it, don'tcha Joey?"

I was speechless, but my dick was doing all the talking. After a few pumps of Gina's hands and the sight of Lola's pretty bottom, and Gina's sexy talk, well I spurted. I spurted and my sperm actually shot out and some of it actually hit the sleeping girl.

"Oh, you bad boy," said Gina.

"I better clean up," I said.

"Leave it." So I left. I went to bed, my conscience torn. I was in shock. I couldn't believe what I had done.

In the days that followed, I recoiled from my behavior that night. I was ashamed whenever my eyes met Gina's. During the next week, when I was alone with Lola I tried to introduce her to Jesus. I did it in a gentle way, just letting her know how important Jesus was in my life. As with everything, Gina was open and trusting. Gina found out, however, and she got angry at me. I couldn't understand Gina at all. First she worked me up to lust after her daughter, presented her sleeping daughter to me, and jerked me off while whispering encouragement in my ear. Then, she got ANGRY that I tried to save Lola's eternal soul. It doesn't get any more confusing. And my own thoughts were still far from saintly, despite my best efforts. On several occasions I would be telling Lola about Jesus and she would lean forward, her shirt would open up some, and the next thing you know my eyes would be drawn to her budding breasts and my mind quickly veered from the sacred to the profane.

During this time, a whole new form of temptation cropped up. The Olympics were being broadcast and it was Lola's first exposure to gymnastics. She loved watching the little girls doing their routines on the uneven bars, the floor exercise, and all the rest. She was glued to the TV and I have to admit I quite enjoyed watching those lithe young girls myself. Seeing Lola's interest, Gina bought her a present--a leotard. Unfortunately, it looked to be a couple sizes too small, but that didn't seem to bother Lola one little bit. She wanted to wear that leotard all the time. She also wanted to perform splits, backbends, and the other moves she had been watching on TV on our living room rug with me (and my camera) as her sole audience. The leotard was a shiny Spandex-Lycra stretchy material that fit her little body like a second skin; it pulled right into Lola's crotch, clearly outlining every little crevice front to back and in between, especially as Lola did her "routines" for me.

Lola love of being photographed became even more pronounced. Also, she saw that the little girls in the Olympics wore a pretty heavy amount of make up--eye shadow, lipstick, the works, and to be just like them--and with her mother's active encouragement--Lola wanted just the same. So here was this young girl, just beginning to her transition from child to teenager putting on make up that suggested far more maturity than she actually had. It also took a strikingly beautiful girl and made her downright sexy as well.

Lola became a little self conscious because the leotard was so small and tended to ride up and she was just starting to grow a little hair between her legs. Gina noticed her discomfort and introduced Lola to shaving and waxing, after which Lola seemed so proud of how grown up she was that it seemed she actually liked when the leotard would ride up on her leaving only the tiniest strip of material between her legs.

I so enjoyed watching Lola exercise and perform her gymnastics routines that I found my still cameras did not capture the poetry in motion that I wanted to capture. So I started doing more video recording. This thrilled Lola, who, after all is a child of a generation raised on fast-paced TV and movies. She loved watching the video playbacks of her movement and thought of herself as a movie star as she watched herself. She definitely got more excited performing for a video camera and watching herself on video than on still photos.

Lola perfected doing cartwheels, but she also wanted to do handstands, which she didn't have the arm strength to do. I taught her how to balance her arms and head to do a headstand. I would stand over her and pull her ankles and help her into a handstand with me holding her calves. Lola loved doing this. Needless to say helping Lola with her handstands afforded me a marvelous and truly spectacular view right between this young girl's legs. Lola thought that underpants didn't look right under her leotard so I was staring straight down at a thin veneer of the most form-fitting spandex hugging the crevice of her vulva. We would practice her gymnastic moves from this position with me spreading her legs apart and putting them back together. Her upside down body would often come to rest against my body in order to help her keep her balance. Sometimes she would be rubbing right against my hard cock.

Although things with Gina at first were quite awkward after the night when I performed cunnilingus on her and she jerked me off over her sleeping daughter, and our tensions were exacerbated by my attempts to proseltyze Lola and bring her to Christ, Gina and I found an unexpected ground to rebuild our relationship. To my surprise, Gina began to take an interest in photography. I had plenty of old cameras around, and was happy to give her an old one. She seemed to be as interested in taking pictures of Lola as I was. Lola loved the added attention and enjoyed hamming it up in front of Gina or me. I could see that Gina pushed the envelope more than me by, for example, having Lola pose in a seated position with her legs apart wearing nothing but the leotard. Gina also liked to take pictures of me, which I found flattering, and of Lola and me together. Gina, like Lola, seemed to get more of a kick out of video. So Gina spent a good deal of time fooling around with video recording as well.

I tried to take a more fatherly role with Lola and to keep any physical contact with Gina to a minimum, but it was hard. In addition to being so good looking, they both continued to dress in the most provocative ways around the house, and to be openly flirtatious and physical with me. I enjoyed their attention and took pleasure watching them or taking their pictures. After 30 years of married life, this was my first time not only apart from my own wife and children for an extended period of time, but also in the company of another (attractive) woman and girl. If I were being honest with myself, I would have to say that I had developed a total crush on Lola. I tried to channel it through my photography, but I couldn't get enough of her. I was only truly happy when we were together and miserable when we were apart.

All good things must come to an end. I finally got word from my wife that she would be coming back home. I was heartbroken that Lola would no longer be part of my life, but with my wife coming home there was no way Gina and Lola could stay. I had to tell Gina and Lola that they would need to go. After I told Gina that it was time to go, we decided that it would be best if they left the day before my wife returned. Gina suggested that the night before they left that we would have a special going away party for the three of us.

The evening started with me taking Gina and Lola out to dinner. We went to a nice place and they got dressed up for the occasion. Gina's idea of dressing up, I'm afraid, only accentuated her low-class tastes. Her hair was teased up, she was wearing heavy perfume and make up, lipstick and eye shadow, and a tight fitting, white knit dress with a deep V neck that dipped deep into her cleavage. The white dress contrasted nicely with Gina's deep tan. A front-clasping black bra barely held in her breasts. The knit dress clung so closely to her hips that the panty line of her tiny thong was clearly visible. Gina made the bad fashion decision to wear a black bra and red panties under a white dress, both of which were visible. The dress barely covered her ass. In fact, Gina had to keep tugging it because it kept trying to ride up her ass and if she didn't tug it down it probably would have come to rest half-way across her bottom. Gina was wearing heels that must have been four inches high, which brought out the muscles of her calf and the great definition of her long legs. She looked gorgeous, but slutty. In fact, although I found her to look very exciting, I also felt embarrassed to be seen with her because she looked sort of like a prostitute and I worried what people must think when they saw us together. Of course, one can only imagine the thoughts they might have had when they laid eyes on Lola as well.

Clearly Gina had helped Lola get ready for dinner as the daughter also was perfumed and made up to the hilt. A beautiful girl who shouldn't be wearing eye shadow and lipstick but is, is about as sexy a sight as exists. Gina had done something with Lola's blonde hair to make it bouncy; it had waves as opposed to its usual straight look. She was wearing what I think is called a sun dress. Her shoulders were bare except for a couple of spaghetti straps holding the dress up. Because of the spaghetti straps and the elastic support, Lola did not wear a bra. The dress was elastic right under her girlish budding breasts, so that the soft material at the top of dress molded around and perfectly accentuated her mouth-watering breasts buds. The pink dress then fell loose from the high elastic band in a flirty way that was not quite as short as her mother's dress, but just about. Before we got in the car Lola spun around a couple of times on the front lawn and the dress swirled up completely exposing a matching pair of pink string bikini panties. Lola also performed a couple of cartwheels, which briefly exposed not only her panties but her bare torso right up to the elastic band just under her breasts.

We had a lovely, joyous meal. Gina and I split a bottle of wine. After dinner, we went to a dance club that Gina knew about. I hadn't set foot in a dance club for about 30 years and immediately could see that I was the oldest person there (and that Lola was the youngest). At least it was a place where no one I knew would be, so I could be a bit more uninhibited.

Gina helped releasing any inhibitions. In addition to our drinks, Gina got some pills that she gave us. Although I never take drugs, I did not want to be a party pooper on our last night together, so in the spirit of being a good sport I took the pills she handed me. Gina called what she gave me "trail mix," which I later found out had nothing to do with a healthy snack for camping trips. It is a combination of Ecstasy and Viagra. She also gave Lola an Ecstasy pill and took one herself. I don't know where I found the energy, but I thought the music was great and I couldn't stop dancing. The three of us danced together as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Mother and daughter both looked incredibly hot and just got sexier as the evening progressed.

We danced as though it was perfectly natural for three to dance as though they were a couple. For some of the fast dances we held hands in a circle like "Ring Around the Rosey," although the music bore no relationship to that song. For some of the slow numbers, the three of us put our arms around each other and swayed together. Others at the club, if they thought about us at all, probably thought it was an older father, probably with his second wife, and their daughter. The place was crowded and a number of young men began (not surprisingly) taking a great deal of interest in Lola, and it was late, so we decided to leave the club and go home. Given how tipsy I was I was quite relieved when we pulled into our driveway without having been pulled over on the way. On the car ride, Gina sat in the front seat with her spike heeled foot in my lap and her dress up around her hips. Lola was in the back seat sort of giggling and in her own world.

When we got into the house, Gina decided to give Lola some milk and cookies before putting her to bed. Lola was still hyped up from the Ecstasy and all the excitement of being at the club and being such a magnet for these young men, that Gina gave her another pill to take with her milk and cookies, Ambien. Ten minutes later, Lola was out cold on the sofa. We were too wasted ourselves to carry her into her bedroom, so we just left her lying there. Gina had me at one end of the couch and Lola sprawled on the other.

Gina unbuttoned my shirt and her hand played over my chest. Then we started kissing. Long, slow, sensual kisses. I was kissing Gina, but my eyes were also drawn to the young girl asleep on the same sofa on which I was making out with her mother. I could see her legs and the pink patch of panty that was exposed by her parted legs. At the same time, Gina had watched me eyeing her cleavage all evening, and drew my face into the warm, delicious valley created by her two luscious breasts. I pulled off her dress and unhooked the front-clasping bra, releasing her bounteous boobs, which I kissed and sucked until they were all slippery with my saliva and red from the sucking and squeezing.

At this point, Gina told me she had to go to the bathroom, and clad only in her red thong got up and walked out of the room.

I was left on the sofa, panting, my dick never so hard, my heart beating in my chest, and my eyes filled with the sight of the young sleeping beauty right next to me. With the Ambien--not to mention the Ecstasy--Lola was completely out cold. I lifted one of her feet, it dropped back to the sofa like dead weight. My fingers traced her shin. I rubbed her feet. She didn't respond at all. My hand crept up to her knee. I squeezed. "Lola," I said. No response. I moved closer to the sleeping girl. My hands now touched her thighs as I pulled her legs so that from the knees down they rested on my lap. I gazed at Lola's sleeping face. It was the prettiest face I had ever seen. She was in a deep sleep. Her lips, still colored with the pink lipstick, were parted and I could see her bright red tongue. Her eyelids, with blue shadow, were closed. She was so beautiful and we were alone together and she was in such a deep sleep that she would never know and so, well, I leaned down and kissed her sweet mouth. My tongue probed her parted lips. I sucked on her plump lower lip.

My hand, almost involuntarily, moved up her body and cupped the tender young breast that I had been eyeing all night. Her sun dress had perfectly accentuated her breasts, held in place by an elastic band and encased in the thin soft material of the dress, her breasts had not been trapped in a bra and throughout the evening of dancing, her succulent budding breasts were dancing as well. Now they were soft and still in my hand as I squeezed and played. I eased the material of her dress down and exposed the two rounded flesh cones topped with the prettiest pink nipples. I know it was wrong, but I never claimed to be a superhuman as far as will power goes. I could not stop myself from bringing my lips to those precious nipples. I sucked on her breasts until the little nipples got hard. I swirled my tongue around them as I sucked. My hand which had been feeling her breasts now was drawn to her pink panties. They were soft cottony panties with a silky patch at the crotch. My hand cupped her vulva and my middle finger stroked the silky material between her legs.

Lost in the bliss of the sleeping Lola, I had not noticed that Gina had quietly returned to the room and had set up the video camera. I only noticed when I heard the clicking of the still camera. I looked up, but Gina gave me a reassuring smile. "I'm giving you a present to remember Lola when we're gone." She snapped some more pictures. I asked Gina to hand me my favorite camera. I then took some pictures of Lola's sleeping face. Her dress was already pulled down from the top and up from the bottom and bunched around her waist, so I just pulled it off entirely. Now Lola was lying on the sofa, still fast asleep, clad only in her tiny pair of pink string bikini panties.

With Gina's encouragement, I then began positioning Lola into some really exquisite poses. I placed her hands over her vulva and parted her legs a bit. Then, I placed her sweet little hands behind her head, so her elbows were bent and her lovely armpits were exposed. In my experience, every girlfriend and woman I have ever been with have hated to have their armpits kissed. Most are ticklish, but also most women see their armpits as dirty. But Lola was fast asleep and would not be tickled, would not object or resist.

I put my camera aside and put my face right into one of her exposed armpits. It was warm, a little damp, I could smell the perfume her mom had put on her earlier in the evening, but also a slight tang from all that dancing. I licked. My tongue could feel that she had already begun shaving. Unlike her mouth, breasts, and nipple, which had all been incredibly sweet tasting, the first taste of her armpit was bitter, perhaps the taste of perfume or she might have tried a roll-on deoderant, but as I lapped the bitterness also gave way to sweetness. I then moved to her other armpit and had the same intoxicating experience. While I was making love to her armpits with my mouth, one of my hands stroked the soft blonde hair of her head and my other hand moved from her breasts, to her belly, to her venus mound.

I slipped my hand inside the elastic band of her panties and touched the smooth hairless skin underneath. My finger found her little girl slit and played gently, not penetrating deeply, but running up and down the crease as she began to get wet and my finger slipped in the warm, tight and inviting feminine crevice. I slid down her torso, my tongue tracing Lola's sleek belly, pausing to tongue her belly button and then nibbling my way down as my hand slipped off her panties. I was now positioned between Lola's sweet young legs, my mouth glued on her honey pot, my tongue stretching deep, as I breathed in her intoxicating scent.

All the while Gina's camera clicked and the video camera whirred. Gina put down her camera and picked up a bottle of body lotion. She positioned herself behind me, squirted lotion into her hand, and began pumping my dick. While doing this she licked and nibbled on my earlobe and neck and whispered encouragement into my ear. "Ummm, she's so hot…Cum for me baby…Do it…" I again sprayed a healthy load of cum on the sleeping girl's bottom, small of her back, all the way to the space between her shoulder blades.

"Time to put Lola to bed," Gina announced. I looked up a bit sheepishly, coming back to the reality that Lola's mom was still in the room. Gina was still naked except for her own pair of skimpy red panties, and looked quite good herself; I felt badly that I had done nothing to satisfy her and had already exhausted my sexual capacity for one night. We cleaned off Lola's back and carried the child into her bed, slipped her into a nightie, and tucked her in with kisses on her forehead. We stood over her bed looking down on Lola's angelic face. She would wake up in the morning fresh as a daisy with no memory of what had happened. I crawled into my bed, groggy but also with a swirl of mixed emotions--guilt, but excitement at what had happened, and more guilt.

When I woke up in the morning, Gina was waiting for me at the kitchen table. Lola was watching TV in the living room. On the kitchen table were four disks and four envelopes. Gina greeted me with a "Hi mister pedophile pervert, how ya' doin' this mornin'."

I didn't know what to say and I was confused, uncertain about what was going on. "Okay, I guess," I said. I waited a moment, looked at her and at the disks and envelopes on the table. "Are you angry?"

"I discovered that you molested my poor innocent daughter and took kiddie porn pictures of her," she said.

I looked at Gina blankly. I was in a state of total shock.

"I found these photos of poor little Lola on your computer. They show her drugged and naked and splayed out for your camera and they show you playing with her body, licking and sucking her all over, you fucking child molester."

"Gina, Gina, you were there, you.."

"You're a fucking liar, you child molester. There's not one picture of me in any of this. But I burned four disks of you and your perverted pictures of my daughter. I've got four envelopes here. They are addressed to your wife, your church, the local police, and the FBI. I think they would all be quite interested in what you were doing with my little girl."

This was a nightmare. "Gina, please, don't. You'll ruin me."

"Like you ruined my poor, innocent daughter?"

I started crying.

"I also found these papers lying around in your desk," Gina said. She spread my monthly bank statements over the kitchen table, circling various figures. "From what I see here you've got about $200,000 in liquid assets. I think each of these sick, perverted disks should be worth about $50,000 to you. Our bags are packed and we're ready to go. You can play them all you want and beat off to them in secret for the rest of your miserable life. I have opened up a custodial account in Lola's name. We will drive to the bank and you will transfer $200,000 into her account. That should heal the damage and take care of her. You can then take us to the bus station and you will never see or hear from us again."

I did as I was told. We drove to the bank. I paid. Lola is taken care of with the nest egg I had built for our retirement.

At the bus station, Lola's beautiful blue eyes filled with tears as we hugged and said goodbye.

I watched the bus drive off and, indeed, I never saw or heard from then again.