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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
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story_codes: M/ggg, first, incest, cons

story_intro: It's been more than forty years since Woodstock and our hero is now grandfather to three delightful young girls. He introduced the two oldest ones, now thirteen and eleven, to sex some years ago and now he meets his youngest one for the first time. Encouraged by her experienced cousins, the four year-old is about to learn about all of the fun things she can do with her Grandpa. 

story_language: English






Grandpa Woody

Written by madvlad


Author's Note: Although the story "Woodstock Woody" provides some character background, the story here can be read as a stand-alone without any confusion

	The house was not much to look at. But it had some semi-reliable electricity and running water, so it was a very comfortable place for them to start a new life together in California - certainly better than some of the primitive conditions they had each seen on communes before they had met at Woodstock. That festival had been three months ago and the people who had come together were now scattering as the decade of the 1960's drew to a close.

	Woody sat on the back porch, rolling a joint when Marjorie strolled out onto the porch wearing a garland of flowers in her long, dark hair - and nothing else. Her body was wiry with small breasts and Woody never tired of looking at it. Her hair startled him though - he didn't remember it being so dark for...was it years?

	But this version of Marjorie wasn't concerned about her hair at the moment. She turned to him with a sultry smile and said, "Are you ready to christen this house, Wood Man?"

	Woody's eyes snapped open. No one had called him Wood Man except Marjorie. And it had been years since her hair was dark. It had been gray well before the sickness came; six grueling years of worry and hope and pain and finally loss; all from a stubborn mass of cells that had metastasized in her lungs. And then no one called him Wood Man anymore. 

	But she had lived to see their two boys grow to be men and for the oldest to give them two granddaughters. Erin had been three and Joanna one when Marjorie died ten years ago.

	Despite the entreaties of his eldest son and daughter-in-law, he hadn't dated any women since. He lived in California still, just ten minutes away from Robert, his oldest, and his wife Liz and the two girls. Robert and Liz ran the successful organic foods business that Woody and Marjorie had begun and Woody had happily spent more and more time watching after the grandkids. 

	It was a couple of years after Marjorie's death that he began to regard Erin in a different light. He remembered that night at Woodstock when he had taken the virginity of a little girl named Sunshine who was around six or seven while they were in the mud during a heavy rainstorm. His thin, short cock was perfect for such a small receptacle.

	Since then, he had nurtured a secret fascination with little girls. More than once, he had considered it a blessing that he and Marjorie had only had sons - it removed a source of temptation for him. But around the time Erin turned five, he had begun having some very erotic fantasies regarding the girl. Sunshine had certainly enjoyed their muddy romp years earlier, but she had been high on something she had been given earlier.

	With Robert and Liz busy so much, Woody had been come the girls' primary babysitter. Erin had strawberry blonde hair like her mother while little Joanne's hair was more of a mousy brown, courtesy of Woody via Robert. 

	At first, it was limited to some extra rubbing and fondling through Erin's clothing. But the warm climate was conducive to shorts and t-shirts and soon Woody's fingers found their way beneath the edges of the child's clothing. Then the clothing went away and by the time Erin was five and a half, she loved nothing better than lying naked across her Grandpa's lap while he tickled her hairless quim until it "jumped inside" as the little girl put it. 

	Of course, whatever her big sister was doing appealed to Joanne. Woody's molestation session had usually occurred while the younger girl was taking a nap. But one day, Joanne walked in, just as naked as her older and worldlier kindergarten-aged sister, and stood before them, pouting. Pointing to her pudgy little cuntlet, the toddler demanded that her grandpa make her pee-pee have fun too.

	So Woody spent more of his time making his two little tykes wriggle delightedly while he made their bald pussies wet and "jumpy". They were so proud of their game and even prouder that it was so special that they were keeping it a secret. And Grandpa's fingers progressed to Grandpa's mouth and the nectar of his little granddaughters was like heaven on his tongue while their small legs were wrapped around his head. 

	Shortly after Erin's sixth birthday, Woody told her about a new game. Both girls had enjoyed manipulating Grandpa's penis until it squirted. And Woody had spent many a pleasurable time with a wet little mouth sucking and licking on his member until he fed the girl a special treat. But this would be something different.

	"Erin, you and I are going to make each other feel better at the same time," told the girl.

	Erin was greatly intrigued when her oh-so-fun grandpa described how their pee-pees would help each other; making hers jump and his squirt. Joanne sat next to them, absent-mindedly fingering her crotch while she observed this new game.

	Woody made Erin very wet and had her on the verge of an orgasm several times but would not let her cum. His granddaughter was becoming frustrated and very horny. But he wanted her has hot and loose as possible for when he popped her cherry.

	Erin was on the floor with her back propped up by pillows. The smooth mound and slit of the little girl's crotch were shining with her juices. When her grandfather pushed the head of his cock into her soft mound, Erin ground her hips, making her agitated clitty rub against him. Woody grinned as he looked into the child's desperate face.

	"You sure want this, don't you?"

	"Please, Grandpa!" she whined.

	He had warned her that it might hurt a little on the first push, but the girl was too far gone with lust to care now. Holding her curve-less hips, Woody pushed through her fragile membrane, making Erin yip as it broke. But Erin wanted more and besides, she had to show Joanne that big girls could do anything, so she asked her grandpa for more.

	Woody carefully penetrated the six year-old's cunt, gasping at how tight and hot her slippery little hole was. Erin's eyes bulged slightly as she felt her sex expanding to take her grandfather's cock - it was so big inside of her! Then he started moving in and out of her with measured strokes, making the little girl mewl with pleasure as her body was so lovingly invaded.

	The wet friction of the adult penis against her straining tunnel made the six year-old growl like a little tiger cub before her sounds abruptly rose in pitch and she came. This was so much harder and more deeply felt than the ones she had experienced before. The little girl sighed and went limp, letting Woody thrust into her tiny snatch until he sealed the act with a load of grandfatherly sperm filling her childish womb.

	Joanne had been alarmed by the small spots of blood that had appeared when Woody withdrew, but he assured her that everything was alright. Erin proudly raised her head and watched as her baby sister admired her freshly opened cunt with Grandpa's squirted stuff leaking out. 

	Now Joanne immediately wanted to do this too, but Woody wasn't sure how much stretching a four year-old cunt could take. She tearfully protested his unwillingness to break into her baby pussy, but he eventually got her to calm down. For the next two years, Woody was constantly coming up with new ways to satisfy his younger granddaughter's sexual wishes. 

	Their favorite had been when he would fuck the little girl between her clenched thighs, greasing his cock with the fluids that brimmed from her chubby young snatch. Joanne would always cum first and then would laugh and clap as Woody sprayed his semen on her tummy. 

	Finally, the day after her sixth birthday, Joanne eagerly stripped and waited for her grandfather to pop her cherry. While Erin sat next to her stroking her hair, Joanne spread her legs to invite Woody in. As he had done with Erin, he slowly worked the child to a fever pitch before snapping through her hymen and plunging into the eager, steamy confines of his grandchild's virgin pussy.

	Although she had been impatient to get her first cock, the six year-old was somewhat overwhelmed by the hardness that pulled her channel taut. She turned to her sister with wide eyes.

	"Erin, it's pushing me and I...I...oh!"

	Joanne's small feet kicked against Woody's ribcage, not in resistance but in spasms as two consecutive orgasms ripped through the little girl's body. Woody was amazed - he had never been able to do that with a mature woman, let alone a child. He wasn't even sure what had triggered such a powerful response, but Joanne certainly didn't mind and he pumped his meat into the six year-old until he flushed her uterus with his sperm.

	Woody shook his head, clearing the dream vision of a young Marjorie from his mind. He still missed her and hated to start the day on a melancholy note. Thinking about his granddaughters was much more fun, especially when a not-so-subtle reminder lay just beside him. The ripe young ass of thirteen year-old Erin was exposed in the soft morning light. While Robert and Liz were at a conference, the girls were spending the night with him. Glancing at the clock, he shook Erin awake.

	"Buh," the young adolescent mumbled as she raised her head from the pillow.

	"My thoughts, precisely," Woody replied. "But you have school and I've done enough contributing to the delinquency of a minor, thank you very much."

	Erin rolled to her side and smiled sleepily at her grandfather, her wavy, reddish blonde locks half-covering her face. Taking after Liz, she had already sprouted a healthy pair of baseball-sized breasts and her hips and legs were taking on the start of some womanly curves. A small patch of downy blonde floss graced her pubis. Woody looked forward to seeing her body ripen further although he knew that he would likely lose her to a boyfriend in the next few years and had said as much to her.

	Erin had vehemently denied such a thing with the assuredness of a young teen, but Woody knew better. He would never deny her the pleasures of someone her own age and let the matter remain unspoken. A more pressing concern had been pregnancy. But a doctor in their open-minded circle of friends provided the girl with birth control pills as a preferable alternative to a more invasive procedure later.

	No one knew about the relationship between Woody and his granddaughters, although he thought that Liz suspected something. Oddly, what little hints his daughter-in-law had dropped about the possibility of some incest indicated that she didn't mind. Woody was curious about that but decided that he wouldn't press the issue.

	"Come on, Erin," Joanne called as she stuck her head in the doorway. "It's my turn and then we have to catch the bus."

	"Yes mother," Erin said in a little girl voice as she marched passed her younger sister. 

	Grinning, Joanne stuck her tongue out in response, to which Erin answered by playfully ruffling Joanne's short brown hair. It was a sign of sincere affection but Joanne found it annoying. So Erin was sure to do it often. Such was sisterly love.

	Woody watched Erin's shapely rump sway as she strode though the doorway, then focused his attention on eleven year-old Joanne. By their physical differences, no one would have known they were related. While Erin's breasts had begun to bud at Joanne's age, Joanne's chest remained as smooth and flat as a boy's. Likewise, her small pussy was perfectly bald. But body differences aside, she had the same appetite for cock as her older sister.

	Joanne crawled onto the bed, purring like a cat; it was one of her favorite games. Although he had no idea where it came from, Woody thought it was oddly hot. She licked Woody's stubbly cheek and then lightly bumped her head against his.

	"Does my little pussy need some attention?" Woody asked as his cock lifted its head in the affirmative. 

	Remaining on her hands and knees, Joanne purred louder. She wagged her compact young bottom from side to side, beckoning to her grandfather. Woody knelt behind her and guided his prick to the girl's hairless mons, finding it already dripping with anticipation. Erin's favorite position was to ride his cock from above - something she had done with her usual passionate abandon last night. Joanne preferred to be taken from behind.

	Gripping her slim waist, Woody thrust into his young granddaughter, drawing a long "Ahhhh" from the girl. Now that they were older, the girls could take some harder fucking and Joanne loved to start her day with her grandfather's cock ramming into her tight young twat. Truth be told, she didn't mind finishing her day that way either, not to mention having interludes of the same kind at any time between. Ever the doting grandpa, Woody fucked the eleven year-old with hearty thrusts until he saturated her sex with his cream.

	"Great news, Dad," Robert announced later in the day after he and Liz were back home. "Jimmy called. His contract work was completed earlier than he thought and he'll be home in two weeks."

	Woody was delighted. His younger son, Jimmy, had been working in Africa as an agricultural consultant for the past six years. Although he had been offered a substantial sum to stay for other contracts, Jimmy had decided to return to the States and join Robert in the family business. With his background in crop development, it would be a boon to the company. 

	Woody laughed when wondered what his younger, more ideological self from the Woodstock days would have thought about becoming the patriarch of a booming capitalistic enterprise. The doctors, lawyers, businessmen and politicians who had once worn beads and fringes on Max Yeager's farm couldn't exactly accuse him of selling out.

	Business aside, he was looking forward to seeing his other son again. He had only met Jimmy's wife, Maureen at their wedding which had taken place just before they went to Africa. And he had never seen their four year-old daughter, Nicole in person. 

	"I think she's going to have a career in aquatic farming," Jimmy remarked three weeks later as he sat with the others on Woody's porch, watching as Nicole joyfully splashed through another puddle.

	As Maureen, Robert, and Liz laughed, Woody watched as tiny droplets of mud sprayed up the small yet muscular legs of his youngest granddaughter. Nicole had soft brown eyes and a usually tangled mess of brown hair that bounced along with her quick, almost constant movements. He was reminded of little Sunshine, the girl at Woodstock. He had painted her body with mud, making the youngster laugh. Later, her laughter had changed to orgasmic cries as he fucked her in the middle of a huge puddle.

	"Dad?"

	Woody shook his head and saw Jimmy looking his way.

	"Sorry, were you speaking to me?"

	"Yup. I was just wondering if you've met this woman that Robert and Liz have been talking about yet."

	Woody blew out an exasperated breath. 

	"I don't need my meddling kids to hook me up on a date!"

	His sons and daughters-in-law laughed, making Woody continue in an exaggerated "old man" voice.

	"The problem with kids nowadays is that they don't respect their elders."

	"So says the former hippie," Liz retorted and Woody joined them in their laughter.

	"Look, Jimmy," Woody replied a minute later. "I've tried to explain to Rob and Liz that your mother was the best."

	"Of course she was, Dad," Jimmy said. "But you're not betraying her. And Liz told me that this lady was at Woodstock."

	"Really?" Woody asked.

	"That's what she told me," Liz replied.

	"Well if she remembers, she wasn't really there," Woody said with a smirk. "But okay, I'll meet her for lunch or something next week if it will keep all of you off my ass."

	With Jimmy and Maureen keeping busy with Robert and Liz, Woody had a new daily guest in his house. Erin and Joanne were delighted to have finally met their little cousin and fawned over her at every opportunity once they got home from school. Nicole was a lively little sprite, curious about everything.

	One day, Nicole was fast asleep on Woody's bed, exhausted from a strenuous day of playing, when Erin and Joanne came strolling into his house. They cooed over the little girl who had a very worn and stitched baby blanket tucked on one arm while her thumb was lodged in her mouth.

	"So what games have you played with her, Grandpa?" Erin asked as she lightly brushed some errant hair from Nicole's face.

	"No special ones yet," Woody assured her.

	"Why not?" Joanne asked, surprised.

	"Because you two are taxing enough on this old man!" he joked. "Look, we can discuss that later. Right now, I need to get some groceries. Could you two watch Nicole until I get back?"

	When Woody got back, Nicole was up and bouncing around. The way she giggled whenever Erin or Joanne whispered something to her made him wonder what mischief his granddaughters had been up to. It wouldn't take long to find out.

	"Lookit me, Gampa!" Nicole yelled when she came out from the bathroom the following afternoon.

	"What is it, Sweetie?" Woody called as he made her another peanut butter sandwich - her third of the day. 

	"I got dressed up to play!"

	"You've been playing all day, what's..."

	Woody's voice trailed off as his naked four year-old granddaughter marched triumphantly into the kitchen. One hand was busily rubbing her hairless twat.

	"Erin and Joanne showed me how to tickle my twinkie and said you can tickle it real good."

	"Did they now?"

	"Uh huh. And it's a secret that only you and little girls know."

	Woody could have denied it but he couldn't deny just how damn good Nicole looked without clothes on. Especially good was how her thighs, which were nicely firm from all of the physical playing she had done in Africa (not much TV there), contrasted with the plump softness of the precious mound at their junction. Woody knelt on the floor and motioned the girl closer.

	"You want Grandpa to tickle you now?"

	"Uh huh."

	Cupping the four year-old's springy ass cheeks in one hand to hold her steady, Woody started to massage Nicole's cunny with the other. Her girl flesh was so warm and baby smooth under his touch. He squeezed her sex on the outside, testing its softness and resiliency with his fingers, before pulling her lips apart and exploring her interior with feathery probes.

	Woody took his time, ignoring Nicole's clit while he manipulated her pussy in every other way. His patience paid off when he heard a slight squishy sound from her cunt and felt the first drops of lubricant seeping through the small hole in her hymen. Before long, the drops were now a steady flow, making Woody grin. Nicole's pussy was just like the rest of her - going at full speed. 

	Nicole murmured something as she pushed her aroused cunny against her grandfather's molesting hand. Bending his neck, Woody fastened his mouth on Nicole's chest, hungrily sucking the baby nipple and plenty of surrounding flesh into his mouth. Nicole drew in a sharp breath and then cried out in surprise when Woody finally made contact with her clit. 

	Lovingly trapped by the hand on her ass, the fingers on and in her cunt, and the mouth on her chest, the little girl quivered as something warm began to bloom in her lower belly. Her high pitched sighs and the sticky sounds of Woody's finger in her pussy blocked out the chirping of the birds outside the window, providing the musical score for her first orgasm.

	"Good tickles, Gampa," Nicole whispered when she was through.

	Woody stood up, ignoring the creaky admonition from one knee, and looked down at his granddaughter. 

	"Do you want more tickling?" he asked, receiving an enthusiastic nod from Nicole. 

	He picked the girl up and set her on the counter next to her peanut butter sandwich. With her lower legs dangling over the edge, Nicole parted her thighs for more fun tickling. Expecting her grandfather's hand, the tot was surprised when he used his mouth instead. But it felt good and he quickly had Nicole grinding her ass on the counter. 

	"Mmmm," Woody murmured as he slurped at the little girl's sugary twat. "You taste good."

	"Like peanut butter?" Nicole asked, poking at her sandwich.

	Woody straightened up, licking his lips.

	"Let's find out."

	Taking the open jar, Woody scooped out a dollop of peanut butter with two fingers and liberally smeared it all over Nicole's pussy. He was reminded of Woodstock and coating Sunshine's cunny the same way, although Nicole's would still be edible.

	When he resumed snacking on his granddaughter's peanut buttery cunt, the little girl rolled onto her back and clamped her legs around his head. Damn, the girl was strong! But she loved what he was doing as he cleaned her mons and mined the rest from her slit. Peanut butter was thick and sticky and required a lot of suction and tongue work to clean from a little girl's quim. Woody was idly wondering if he would ever be able to taste peanut butter again without getting a hard-on when Nicole squeezed him extra hard and her cuntlet quivered with another climax.

	Nicole was just waking up when Erin and Joanne arrived after school. The two older girls grinned as the naked tot came bounding into the living room.

	"Gampa tickled me lots and had peanut butter!" Nicole announced.

	"Are you going to pop her cherry now?" Erin asked.

	"No, she's too young," Woody replied. "Remember, I waited until you and Joanne were six each time."

	"Yeah, but we checked - you can do it to Nicole," Joanne informed him. "We figured out the size of your penis and they said it would fit if you're careful."

	"They?" Woody spluttered.

	"It's a website," Erin explained. "And we were completely anonymous. Come on, Grandpa. We want to see you pop her cherry."

	Woody's head was swimming. There were websites on how to fuck four year-olds? And now two of his granddaughters were begging him to pop their cousin's cherry? If there was one thing he learned in life, it was how to just go along for the ride when things were getting out of control. Not that he minded sinking his cock into some tiny pussy - he just wanted to make sure Nicole came though it okay.

	"Alright, but we do this very carefully," he said.

	"Gampa's gonna plop my berry," Nicole proudly said to her cousins, not understanding what was about to happen.

	"And remember, it's just like the tickling because it's a...," Joanne prompted her.

	"A fun secret!" Nicole giggled.

	The fun continued when Nicole saw Woody's erection for the first time. It was very fascinating and the four year-old explored this new phenomenon with her usual zeal. 
Woody tried to talk her though it with varying degrees of success.

	"That's the head...no it doesn't talk. Mmm...yes, it does feel good when you...Ouch! No, it's not supposed to bend that way. Okay, yeah. Just like that. Good girl."

	After persuading Nicole to release his prick, Woody fingered her twat until she was freely lubricating - something that did not take long at all. Then he sat on the floor with pulled Nicole onto his lap, facing him. With rapt attention, Erin and Joanne watched as he lifted their baby cousin, settling her quim on top of his cock. 

	The four year-old's fat labia pulled apart, snugly grasping her grandfather's meat as he pushed against her hymen. Nicole looked up and smiled innocently at her grandfather. Taking a deep breath, Woody hugged her tightly and then pushed her down. Nicole yelped as her maidenhead tore and buried her face against Woody's chest. 

	Woody could feel the intense heat of his little granddaughter's sex enticing him but he waited as the brief pain from her defloration passed. When Nicole appeared to relax, he pushed her down further. Erin and Joanne were on their hands and knees, gazing from behind Nicole as they watched their grandfather's prick slowly slide into the plump stretched mound of their baby cousin. The bald cuntlet was spread wide around the invading meat and when Woody pulled Nicole back up, they could see the small red stains of her initiation.

	Nicole squirmed on Woody's cock, adjusting to the hard flesh that had opened her immature pussy. Now he was pressing and rubbing her so deeply inside and that warm tickly feeling felt much stronger now. 

	Woody stroked Nicole's rump and back as he moved her up and down, her tiny pussy firmly speared on his prick. Nicole had lifted her face from his chest and had her arms wrapped around him as far as they could reach. She looked up at him with trusting eyes as his meat filled her compact little body over and over.

	Nicole's squirming made her quim even more pleasurable, if Woody ever could have imagined such a thing. He could tell she was getting close to cumming by how she drew her breath in whispery bursts. But he kept his pace steady as he buried his cock in the warm, slick vice of his granddaughter's toddler cuntlet.

	The four year-old's entire body shook with her orgasm and her gushing little tunnel twisted around her grandpa's cock. But Woody never broke stride, fucking her with the same strokes until he could no longer hold off the ache in his balls and he inseminated the tiny girl's reproductive organs. Nicole pressed her face against his chest again and cooed happily as she felt something hot fill her deep inside.

	Erin and Joanne helped Nicole off of their grandfather's member, hugging and kissing the little girl. Nicole was fascinated by the strange goo that leaked from her miniature pussy and spread some of it all over her hairless mound, enjoying how shiny it looked. 

	"Gampa plopped my berry," she said in a pleased voice.

	Woody would have liked to have done more, but the clock told him that Maureen would be there soon to retrieve her daughter.

	"We've got to clean you up and get you dressed, little lady," he told her before turning to the other two. "I won't be here tomorrow, so take the bus to your house. I've got lunch with the mystery woman your parents want me to meet and then I have to go to Oakdale for some errands. Nicole, your mommy will bring you back here the day after tomorrow."

	"You plop my berry again?" Nicole asked.

	"No, that's only happens once."

	The little girl's face screwed into a tearful frown. 

	"I want you to plop my berry," she sniffled.

	Woody tried to explain when he realized that the four year-old was referring to the entire copulation with her limited and somewhat mixed up vocabulary.

	"Yes, we'll do the fun stuff again," he finally said.

	Nicole clapped her hands excitedly and looked at her cousins.

	"Gampa plops my berry!"

	"And he plops our berries all the time, too," Erin replied as Joanne stifled a laugh.

	The next day, Woody walked to the table on the restaurant patio where his blind date was waiting. He was attractive, with long blonde hair streaked with a little gray. Woody preferred that to hair color from a bottle; Marjorie had never tried to hide her gray, either. But Woody thought this woman was in her late forties or early fifties and only would have been a child at Woodstock. Woody introduced himself awkwardly, feeling like he was on his first date in high school.

	"I'm Sunny," the woman said.

	Woody felt an odd twinge.

	"I beg your pardon?" he asked.

	"Sunny," the woman laughed. "It's short for Sunshine. My name at birth was Evelyn, but my parents were beatniks and changed my name to Sunshine when they decided the hippie life would be even more fun."

	"Sounds like an interesting couple."

	"They were before my dad split."

	"And you were at Woodstock?" Woody, although he was sure he knew who this woman was."

	"Yeah, but if I remember than I really wasn't there," she said, reciting the oft-repeated joke. "I was only seven. My father was in prison for drug running by then, but I made all sorts of interesting male friends there."

	Woody's control was admirable as he managed not to choke on his water.

	They enjoyed lunch and each was pleased with how easy the conversation flowed. A few glasses of wine for each helped, but still it was apparent that they were connecting well.

	"So tell me about all the friends you made at Woodstock," Woody ventured.

	Sunny looked into her wine glass and smiled before she leaned forward.

	"Don't get freaked out," she said in a low tone. "But I lost my virginity there - at age seven."

	Sunny waited to see if the man would bolt or not. This was always the piece of news she would use to see if a relationship would work or not. She usually did it on the first date, not wanting to waste time with someone who would run for the hills when they found out later. Woody seemed flustered, but didn't scream.

	"And, um, how was it?" he asked.

	"It was wild, but in a good way - not crazy. I was high on something - some guy was using a medicine dropper to put some blue liquid on people's tongues and I thought it looked fun. I don't know what the stuff was but I got higher than a kite. 

	It happened on the night when it rained hard. I remember taking my clothes off - hell, I had been skinny dipping most of the day anyway, so it wasn't a big deal - and all of these people, men and women, were touching each other and me. And they we painted each other with mud.

	Later on, I don't know when and where, all of these men were making love with me in the mud. It sounds horrible because I was so young and small, but they were all gentle."

	"I know," Woody croaked.

	"How do y-...," Sunny started to ask before her eyes widened with realization. "You were there? I mean, there with me?"

	"I was your first," he acknowledged, wondering how she would react.

	Sunny threw her head back and laughed. It was several minutes before she could speak again.

	"Sorry about that," she chuckled, wiping a tear from her eye. "And I hate to ruin the mood, but I don't remember any faces and I really don't remember what my first time was like - just the experience as a whole."

	"What an ego killer you are," Woody smirked and Sunny laughed again.

	"But you know what I'll never forget?" she continued. "Whatever those drugs were did this one thing. Every time a guy came inside of me, I saw a rainbow coming out of my belly. True story."

	The revelations loosened things up between them as they talked more before Sunny probed with another question.

	"So do you still like little girls?" she asked.

	"I like females of all ages," he admitted.

	"Good, because I have some baggage."

	"What do you mean?"

	Sunny turned and scanned the field beyond the patio. She waved and a willowy blonde woman waved back. The Sunny turned back to Woody.

	"My daughter, Jeanine. I had her in 1984. Sven, her dad, was a good guy but he was never meant to settle down. I imagine he's back in Sweden now but it's hard to say. Anyway, I found a couple of good men through the years who...let's just say knew how to treat a little girl just right. 

	After Woodstock, my mom and I lived on some communes and other places where there were men who did the same for me. I wanted Jeanine to have the same thing and she did.

	Fast forward twenty years and she marries a guy. But after three kids, he suddenly divorces and heads down to Mexico with some other woman. I hope they both die of crotch rot."

	"I'm sorry," Woody said.

	Sunny shrugged and replied, "Don't be. In hindsight, we're better off if that's how he was going to be. But Jeanine and I want someone who will also take care of her girls. Will - the asshole - never paid much attention to them at all. There they are. Margot is six, Allie is five, and Fiona just turned two."

	Woody turned to look as Jeanine was approaching the patio with a trio of little blondes. Margot and Allie ran in circles around the woman while the youngest, Fiona, was in her mother's arm clutching a dandelion in one chubby hand. 

	Margo's shorts displayed a cute little butt when the girl twirled around suddenly. Allie's skirt lifted while she was skipping - just enough to show Woody a panty-packaged cunny bulge for one brief moment. He could see the edge of Fiona's diaper poking out from the crotch of her shorts and even that now looked erotic. Woody wondered how much they liked peanut butter and felt his prick go instantly hard.

	"I'm not pushing anything," Sunny said. "I just want to know if your think there's even a possibility..."

	Woody turned to her and smiled.

	"So what are you doing this Saturday?" he asked.

	


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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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