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story_codes: MMMMMM+/g11, g8, g5; first, ghost, semi-cons, cons

story_intro: Hillwood Manor is the perfect place for a couple to raise their three young daughters. And the ghostly residents are very delighted to meet their new young housemates. 

story_language: English




Hillwood Manor 

Written by madvlad


October 30, 1928

	It was a hard wave this time, and Eleanor nearly blacked out. The six year-old was in the midst of an intense orgasm while Mr. Gilcrest heartily shoved his cock in and out of her stretched, hairless cunny. When he had done it the first time, two months ago, it had been most frightful and the pain and bleeding had caused the little girl great concern. But then Mr. Gilcrest and the others taught her how she could receive the most wonderful sensations from her "secret place", as she liked to call it.

	Eleanor could see eleven year-old Alice on her hands and knees, jammed onto Mr. Beardsley's cock as it stuck up from below and Mr. O'Toole's prick as he worked it into her ass from behind. Alice had her head turned slightly to the side and was sucking on Mr. Denham's penis. 

	Although Eleanor had been used repeatedly in the same three orifices, she had never been able to take two men at once in her two lower holes as she was still too small. But Alice was older and had been with the men longer and was able to do it. Eleanor wished she could be more like the eleven year-old, especially when she spied Alice's breast buds dipping down from her otherwise slim body and swaying with the motion of her multiple couplings. The jutting nipples and the shine of saliva on the young mounds showed how they had recently been toyed with.

	Eleanor and Helen, the third girl here, had often discussed how much they were looking forward to growing up so they could do the things that Alice could do. Helen was just two years older than Eleanor. Eleanor hadn't seen her for a while until she spied two small feet pressed against the sizeable girth of Mr. Hauser's midsection on either side. This view was from the back, so there was nothing more of Helen to see at the moment. It was Mr. Hauser's favorite position - sitting with his legs spread while he pulled a little girl up and down on his prick. All of the girls were thankful of this as Mr. Hauser could squish them quite easily if he preferred the missionary position.

	Eleanor looked up when she felt the hot gush of Mr. Gilcrest's semen entering her body. The man looked down at her and smiled. 

	"That's my good girl. And look there, Mr. Hennessy has something for you to eat."

	Ignoring the thick flow that escaped her overfilled pussy, Eleanor got to her knees and slid her mouth over Mr. Hennessy's rather long offering. It was certainly an interesting life, but she and Alice and Helen all agreed it was much better than the dreary existences that had faced at the different orphanages they had been taken from.

	
November 2, 1928

	ORPHANS DISCOVERED AT BOOTLEGGERS' LAIR

	In an exclusive interview with this reporter from the Atwood Gazette, police authorities confirmed that three young girls, all under the age of twelve, were found at Hillwood Manor, the estate build by the late Daniel Gilcrest who lost his life along with the other members of his ring when their boat capsized with a load of Canadian whiskey in Lake Ontario two days ago. 

	Police Chief Elton said that the girls haven't said much, but speculating that the poor, traumatized waifs were the daughters of some of the bootlegging gang. Three families have offered to take the children in as it seems unlikely that any other blood relatives will be located. Chief Elton also opined that the estate would likely be passed onto the three children when they come of age as Gilcrest left no will or designated heirs. 

	"It is an evil house, built with the proceeds of Demon Rum," Ernest Tisdale, president of the local chapter of the Anti-Saloon League stated. "It should be razed and replaced with a church or some other worthy structure. These innocent children should not be burdened with the chains of ill-gotten riches when they grow up."

	As regular readers of this paper will note, if every domicile and commercial establishment where liquor had been found since the enforcement of the Eighteenth Amendment began had been treated as Mr. Tisdale always demands, Atwood County would be a nearly house-less and business-less sea of churches and "other worthy structures".

	
August, 2011

	Chuck and Leanne Kilburn sat in the parlor of the old woman's house as the realtor checked the paperwork. Chuck's promotion to vice president of technical services in his company came with the transfer to upstate New York, a place where they had always hoped to settle.

	They had found the perfect place in Atwood, a huge rambling house built in the early 1920's that even came with the ostentatious title of Hillwood Manor. The present owner, Eleanor Gilcrest Thompson Randolph Boleyn Duchene Arlen (she had been married five times and insisted on keeping each married name along with her maiden one) was now living two hours south of Atwood to be closer to some of her family.

	She had been very particular as to who was buying the house and wanted to be sure that it was a family. Chuck and Leanne arrived with their three daughters in tow and Eleanor had graciously received them all.

	All had long, dark brown hair and were petite; in fact, a little small for their ages. Eleven year-old Zo, wore oval, wire rimmed glasses over her hazel eyes and could have passed for nine or ten if not for the small mounds that had just begun to sprout on her chest. Meredith was eight and rarely went anywhere without a book. Alexis had just turned five and was looking forward to going to kindergarten and riding the school bus with her big sisters.

	"Now you girls needn't worry," Eleanor said to them. "My grandson, David, has fixed up the place with all of the fiber-what's-it cables and other doohickeys so you can use your computer things and watch flying saucer television."

	Zo and Meredith giggled before Meredith spoke.

	"You didn't have TV when you were growing up, did you?"

	"Mercy, no," Eleanor replied. "Radio was still pretty new-fangled when I was your age. And we only had one station."

	Zo fingered her iPod and shook her head, glad that she was living in a more civilized age.

	"You're a grandma?" asked Alexis as she stared at the impressive collection of photos on the end tables, shelves, walls, and a side table covered in lace.

	"Yes, and a great-grandmother and a great-great-grandmother, too," Eleanor chuckled as she looked back into the child's wide brown eyes.

	When the realtor tapped her arm and nodded, Eleanor swiftly signed her name to the deed transfer with a flourish. Leanne was surprised, thinking that the elderly lady would be morose about doing this.

	"Is it hard to part with a house that has been in your family for so long?" she asked Eleanor.

	Eleanor laughed and shook her hand. 

	"Heavens, no. "I've lived my life footloose and fancy-free as my husbands, bless their souls, could attest too. The last thing I want to do is tie any family member down to a mere building. I just wanted to see another family in there. The ghosts there love children, you know."

	"It's haunted?" Meredith asked breathlessly. 

	"Well certainly," Eleanor replied. "No respectable house that old would be without ghosts. You'll have a grand old time - you'll see."

	As they left, Meredith's voice rose from the back of the minivan.

	"Mom, Dad? Do you really think our house is haunted?"

	"I think Mrs. Gilcrest...Randolph...uh, I think Eleanor was just teasing," Leanne assured her middle daughter.

	But over the next few weeks, Leanne wondered if there really were some supernatural residents in their new home. There had been nothing overtly frightening or even mildly creepy. But there were instances where something she had set down would be somewhere else a moment later. At first she dismissed it as confusion as she was unpacking so many things and determining where they would go. 

	But this continued since then and now into late October. Leanne did not say anything to her husband or daughters as having things occasionally rearranged was not exactly the most troubling thing in the world. She grinned to herself as she imagined calling a medium to seek help concerning a poltergeist with a Feng Shui habit.

	The audience was chanting her name as Zee Kay, the famous pop star, took her place on center stage wearing one of her trademark sexy, skimpy outfits. With a microphone in one hand, she began belting out her latest hit. The crowd loved it and was cheering Zee Kay as she went into the next tune.

	"Zo? Earth to Zo Kilburn - turn it down, please," came the voice from the other side of the door.

	Zo stopped and lowered the hairbrush she had been using as a microphone, blowing out an exasperated breath.

	"Okay, Mom," she called and lowered the volume on her iPod's docking station.

	As the muted music played, Zo looked at herself in the full-length mirror. Where the imaginary, illustrious (and slightly naughty) Zee Kay had been was now a slender preteen wearing plain white cotton panties and a barely-filled training bra.

	"Let's rock this house," she growled in what she considered a sultry tone. 

	Shaking her hips from side to side in long deliberate movements, Zo lifted her arms above her head and danced as only Zee Kay could. Then she felt something on her and her tiny bra came unclasped, flying off of her body. Zo froze and looked at herself in the mirror with her brand new titties on display.

	"Sorry folks," she giggled. "I must have had a wardrobe malfunction."

	Zo bent over to pick up her bra when something crabbed her ass. Bolting upright, she spun around but saw nothing else in her bedroom. Goose bumps rose on her skin as she surveyed the room for any hint of a cause for what had just happened.

	Slowly, she relaxed and her mind seemed to blur. The massaging fingers, hardly noticeable at first, felt wonderful on her neck and shoulders. Then they worked their way around front and began to paw at her prepubescent chest. Zo shook her head to clear it.

	Fingers! She and a couple of her new school friends who were similarly and modestly endowed had discussed when they would let a boy feel them up and under what circumstances. Getting molested by something invisible was not what she had in mind.

	When she tried to yell out, no sound would come forth. She tried again with similar results. Next, she tried to bat away the hands on her tiny breasts but there was nothing there for her hands to hit. To her embarrassment - and slight fascination - her nipples hardened under the phantom ministration of her mystery guest.

	She became aware of another set of hands working her rear. When she started to reach behind, her panties were suddenly jerked down, letting her buttocks spring free. The hands returned to them as the preteen stood mutely, unable to end this.

	The hands on her chest returned to her shoulders and slowly pushed the little girl to her knees. The hands on her bottom too her legs and spread them before moving around to the front to fondle her sleek and smooth little pussy.

	Zo stared wide-eyed into the mirror, watching her breasts move as they were caressed and lightly pinched. Between her legs, the hairless lips of her sex were parted slightly be more unseen fingers and Zo saw her inner pinkness undulating as she was further molested.

	She knew this was wrong and that she should be frightened, but all of the fight at left her. Her pussy became wet - something new for her - and she blushed as she saw a few droplets leak and splatter to the floor. She felt hot down there, the heat shooting off sparks as the rubbing inside drew in its intensity. 

	Without the aid of her spectral companions, the eleven year-old began to hump her twat against her mystery lover's hand. The other sets of fingers pulled on her nipples, adding their sensitive fuel to the fire growing deep inside the inexperienced child.

	Zo arched her back and opened her mouth wide, screaming without sound as her body was plundered by its first orgasm. As it subsided, Zo felt the presence around her disappear. Panting and on her knees, with her breasts tingling and her cunt leaking the remnants of its first cum, the naked little girl looked in the mirror and wondered how her pop star alter ego would have reacted.

	Meredith was busily washing herself in the bathtub. Tomorrow was Friday and she and her sisters were not going to school as it was an administrative day for teachers. Since she didn't have to get up for the bus, her parents were letting her stay up late tonight to watch a special on television. 

	Just as she was finished, a large splash of water hit her in the face. The little girl looked around, wondering how that had happened. Then she was struck by another splash. That was more than enough. She started to stand up to get out of the tub, but found she could not move her arms - they were held in place on the rim.

	When the water swirled in the bottom of the tub and pushed her legs apart, Meredith was equally helpless to prevent it. Now the water moved back and forth below the surface as if under the control of a separate current. She felt it surge against her inner thighs and crotch before it narrowed its movement and worked solely against her pussy. 

	Meredith knew where she was not supposed to be touched, and the water was definitely doing that where it shouldn't. Making frightened noises in her throat, Meredith looked down into the water where her bald cunt lips were losing their fight to stay together. The child squeaked in alarm when the water streamed in. She felt an odd resistance inside her pussy. Had she been for familiar with her anatomy, she would have recognized that it was her hymen that was defending her inner breech. 

	Without breaking the membrane, the water poured through the natural hole in the middle bubbling inside the virgin area while Meredith writhed. Like her older sister, Meredith attempted to call out, but was silenced by an invisible force. A different disturbance in the water made her look down and she watched in mute fascination as a sideways whir pool formed outside of her cunt with the narrow tip disappearing inside. 

	The rapidly circling water washed the inside of the eight year-old's untrained pussy like a jet, making the girl tremble as she was so intimately caressed. Meredith's fear was forgotten as she felt the water make her privates feel like they were melting. And in the middle of the liquid was a boiling pressure that threatened to explode. 

	Meredith shifted her rump a little along the bottom of the tub, the only movement she could manage from the neck down during her aqueous molestation. That thing building inside of her desperately needed something to happen. The little girl struggled in this strange sexual embrace, her blood thundering in her head and her vision growing dark. Then a pinprick of light appeared, growing larger until it burst just as childish sex experienced its first climax. 

	"Meredith, your show is on in five minutes," Leanne called through the bathroom door.

	Meredith shook her head and cleared her vision and found she could move her limbs again. She wasn't sure how long she had been sitting there. At first, she thought it was a dream, but she could still feel the memory of those trembles in her cunt. Peering through the water, the smooth, innocent surface of her cunny gave no indication of what had just transpired inside.

	The dolls were prettily dressed and in their chairs around the battered, plastic play table that had served Zo and Meredith so well in their younger years. Another chair was taken by Boogle, Alexis' teddy bear. Alexis was wearing a night gown which she had already fixed as a beautiful party dress in her imagination. Perched on her head was a white, wide-brimmed hat with a variety of mismatched plastic flowers tucked in the pink band around the crown. 

	Alexis surveyed the arrangements with great satisfaction. This was going to be one of the finest tea parties of the season. The talk of ghosts when they had left the old woman's house had stayed with the little girl and she had loudly (although in private so as not to be made fun of) invited any ghosts to attend her tea parties. 

	As Alexis reached for a plastic pitcher with a decal of Cinderella on it, Boogle floated from his chair and waved his arms at her. The startled child stared and looked around to make sure her sisters weren't playing a joke on her. The she turned back to her bear in mid-air.

	"Boogle, is that you doing that?" she asked. When there was no response, she inquired again. "Is that you Mr. Ghost?"

	Boogle nodded and Alexis clapped her hands with delight.

	"Mr. Ghost, do you want to play in my tea party?"

	Boogle floated back to his chair. Suddenly, Alexis' hat was whisked from her head and danced in the air.

	"Mr. Ghost," the kindergartener chided. "Stop that. Ghosts don't need hats. You're silly!"

	The hat plopped to the floor and a moment later Alexis was lifted into the air. She felt something under her nightgown before seeing a small, pink polka-dotted garment fly down her legs and then twist in the air as if being examined. Quietly, Alexis wondered why a ghost would need a little girl's panties. 

	Alexis was carefully lowered onto her back atop the table before the hem of her nightgown was yanked up to her belly. While her legs were pulled apart, it occurred to the kindergartener that this was certainly like no tea party she had had before. 

	She felt something vague between her legs and was shocked when she felt a tongue lash from the bottom to the top of her fat little cunt. "Mommy?" she called out, but no sound lasted beyond the first "M". Alone and confused, the little girl lay spread eagled on the table while something unseen licked her pretty little quim to a heated and very wet state.

	Alexis looked around at her circle of dolls and her beloved Boogle. They stared back as their tiny mistress approached her first orgasm. The hairless folds of the five year-old's cuntlet spilled over with her immature juices and her body trembled as her climax worked its way through her. 

	As Alexis lay panting, a pink plastic tea cup floated through the air and down to her crotch. The edge of the cup was pressed against the little girl's snatch and the cup was slid upward, scooping Alexis' love nectar into it. Then the cup floated to Boogle where it was pressed against the bear's mouth and tipped upward. 

	Boogle looked at Alexis with his sewn-on smile now wet with her childish essence. The two of them had just had a tea party to remember.

	The next day, the girls stayed home and were confined to the house as a particularly nasty autumn storm whipped around the house. Both of their parents were at work but Zo had their phone numbers and those of nearby neighbors. None of the three had mentioned their previous night's experiences with anyone.

	"Look how the trees are moving," Meredith noted.  "That's so cool."

	"I'll bet we can see most of the woods doing that from the attic," Zo suggested.

	"Let's go!"

	The two girls climbed the stairs to the attic with Alexis faithfully in tow. The room only had a few bare light bulbs in the overhead, so the room was not well lit except when occasional lightning flashes made everything glow white. 

	After one such flash, Meredith stared in one corner of the room. When Zo asked her what she was looking at, the lightning flashed again, revealing the grayish, semi-transparent figures of around ten men in old fashioned clothes. 

	A prolonged burst of lightning showed one of the men swiftly floating toward Alexis, who was looking out the window and unaware of their visitors. The man put a finger to his lips and gave Zo and Meredith a playful wink. Then he disappeared as the lightning went away. 

	"Weeeee!" Alexis squealed delightedly as she suddenly flew past her sisters.

	Zo relaxed, thinking that the specter had no ill intent toward her youngest sister. She looked back toward Meredith but her sister was nowhere to be seen as the room became clouded with ethereal gray tendrils.

	Zo floated in the air and several unseen hands worked at her clothing. She knew from last night that there was no use in struggling. Something thoughtfully removed her glasses and carefully placed them on the window sill. At least they were courteous perverts. 

	With her shirt removed, her training bra didn't last long. Her bare breasts flattened slightly against her chest as she was turned to a prone position in mid-air. Zo's heart fluttered as her tight jeans were unbuttoned and tugged from her body, quickly followed by her panties. Invisible fingers stroked her pussy to dripping readiness. 

	While her tits were being manhandled, another burst of lightning revealed a ghostly man standing between her legs. He was holding something in his hand and Zo realized it was his cock just as the lightning stopped and he vanished from view. But his presence remained as the preteen felt him pressing into her tight young cunt. The eleven year-old tried to tell him to stop, but it was too late as the hardness tore into her preteen cunt, ending her virginity in one swift thrust. 

	Zo cried out as her hymen was ruptured but the thing buried inside of her snatch was undeterred. Swiftly it moved in and out. To the young girl's surprise, the pain went away and her pussy began responding more strongly that ever. She was shocked by her own reaction, crying out for more as she was supernaturally pumped full of cock. Her pussy squeezed the spectral prick in its slick grip until the girl lost all control and came ferociously. 

	By way of reply, the ghost came as well. As their bodies - one corporeal and the other ethereal - were conjoined, the ghost produced clear, gelatinous goo as its issue, bathing Zo's young, deflowered twat with other-worldly jism. Zo felt the ghost leave, but quickly felt another prick working into her preteen cunny. BY the feel of the thing and how it moved, she could tell it was another ghost.

	Meredith's clothes were long gone and her hairless twat had been fondled to a fever pitch. As the youngster whined with a lust she did not understand, her legs were pulled very wide apart as she floated in the air. Hands gripped her buttocks and pulled her toward something hard that was mashing against her sex. A brief lightning flash showed the spirit of a very large man. Her feet were on either side of his ample middle, which was why Meredith's legs were so widely skewed. 

	But it was the thing that was touching her pussy that caught Meredith's attention. Although her experience with male anatomy had been only through vague description, the bright little girl figured out what she was seeing and where the ghost was trying to put it. She fought to breath as her pliant cunt lips stretched open. Then she felt that same odd resistance inside of her that she had experienced last night with the bath water.

	But some water had gone deeper inside of her. How would this thing fit in?

	Her answer came as she was jerked toward the phantom. The resistance held for a moment, then broke apart. Meredith yelped as her flesh failed her. The cock plowed through the eight year-old's broken cherry and stuffed her virgin cunt full of ghostly pedo meat. 

	Meredith barely had time to recover from the shock of the forceful penetration when the phantom shaft worked in and out of her plundered twat. The late Ulrich Hauser still enjoyed the tight slickness of a little girl's quim bobbing on his cock and he plumbed her little depths until he felt the first twinges of her climax. 

	Although he and his comrades had died before their time, they had discovered an advantage to their condition over the years. In their other-worldly form, they could drive their entire cocks into their young sex mates without doing them harm. It was some weird cross between the living flesh and the ghostly plasma. No one understood why this was, nor did they particularly care as long as they got their fill of kiddy cunt and filled those succulent little holes just right.

	This youngster reminded him so much of little Helen, the last girl he had taken while he was among the living. In homage to his long ago mortal lover, he made Meredith cum twice before blasting her young sex organs with his sticky gunk.

	Zo had lost count of how many times her throbbing young pussy had been used. With every new cock she had cum before getting pumped full of spectral spunk. Still hovering several feet from the floor, she was being humped when she felt something prodding her rear end. She could tell by the hardness what it was and wondered what this next ghost was trying to do. When her ass cheeks were pried apart, the realization struck her as her anus was strained by this new invader. 

	The ghost ramming her pussy never broke stride as her anal cavity was speared. The two ghostly pricks battered her in the front and back, her virgin rectum crammed as tightly as her gooey twat. Zo's head dropped back as she led out a warbling moan, only to feel another invisible dick rush past her lips and down her throat. Now the preteen could not move her head, relentlessly impaled by three thrusting pricks. Despite the fullness sliding in and out of her throat, Zo could still breathe, her struggles slowed as she accepted her place in this haunted orgy. And when she thought she could be used in no further way, her little tits were claimed by two invisible mouths.

	Meredith was getting a full measure of cock in her mouth and pussy when she felt large hands lovingly kneading her tender little buttocks. The rump massage felt very relaxing and she didn't find it odd how her cheeks were being pulled apart. An abrupt thrust through her unwary anus rudely informed the eight year-old that her bowels were yet another fuck hole. The point was driven home some time later when the first wave of ghostly jism soiled the little girl's rectum.

	The girls later were positioned so that Meredith was floating face down above Zo. Zo was hovering facing up which gave each sister a full view of the other's slender form writhing in the throes of orgasm. The could see each other's gullets swallowing cock and each other's hairless pussy gaping as an endless parade of pedo prick used the youngsters. For variety's sake, some times one girl or the other was rotated so that her sister could see how her ass was being used. And Meredith couldn't help but to notice how Zo's puffy little breasts were pulled upright as they were sucked by unseen mouths.

	Although each girl's orgasms increased in strength and intensity, each was glad that innocent little Alexis was not being subjected to the same things they were growing to crave. Their relief ended some hours later when their little sister was brought close to them, stripped naked and suspended vertically in the air.

	The fiver year-old's cunny was still tightly closed, which gave Zo hope that her sister's treatment would stop at molestation. The tiny bald mound glistened as from the wetness it had produced. Lightning strikes still offered them all glimpses of the horny spirits and Alexis' eyes widened when she saw how her sisters were being fucked three ways at once. 

	When Alexis tried to ask what was happening, something filled her mouth and held it open. Then that something pushed further in. Zo and Meredith saw Alexis' throat expand on the outside as the kindergartener swallowed her first dick.

	From her lower position, Zo cold see Alexis' defenseless pussy as the little girl's legs were spread. Although she could not see the ghost, she could see the soft flesh of Alexis' bald cuntlet push in. Then the pudgy labia were forced apart, revealing the tiny pink membrane that marked the child as a virgin. Then the bit of flesh disappeared and thin rivulets of blood streamed down the five year-old's thighs.

	Alexis' eyes rolled up as her virgin twat was penetrated. After blacking out for a moment, she came around again to the tattoo rhythm of a huge cock opening her tiny sheath a little more with every thrust. And with every thrust, that burning pressure in her cunny grew to reach its impending climax.

	Zo watched, unable to interfere, as her baby sister was used relentlessly. The smooth skin of the tot's pubis bulged outward from the girth of the phantom prick in her tunnel. From the way that Alexis was trembling, Zo knew that her sister had been taught about orgasms and was no longer quite so innocent. And the last vestige of that commodity came to an end when Zo saw the five year-old's ass cheeks pried apart and then saw her little rosebud anus dilate and give in to another cock.

	Daniel Gilcrest roared in triumph with a voice only the departed could hear as his cock burst through the maidenhead of the five year-old. She was such a sweet and tight little treat. He had never had a virgin this young - the youngest prior being six year-old Eleanor all those decades ago. Her fresh little body responded as it should and he quickly had her pussy quivering as she came on his cock. 

	There had been other girls over the years - family of the three they had left behind and the occasional unwitting guest who left the house with her young pussy full of ghost cum. But now these three sisters were here to stay and to be enjoyed for years to come. Perhaps someday they would return with their own daughters to be plucked and enjoyed. As for the here and now, Gilcrest fucked the little girl to a second cum, nodding with satisfaction when O'Toole skewered the tyke's virgin ass. Now that Alexis was properly filled, Gilcrest showered her tiny womb with his jism.

	It was late afternoon when the exhausted children were gently lowered to the floor after a day's endless supply of cock. Although they didn't see the ghosts depart, the sisters knew they were alone.

	"Mr. Ghost made me sticky all over," Alexis observed.

	Zo hugged her little sisters. After looking one another over, the girls determined that, stretched and gooey holes aside, they were fine. Already, they could feel their pussies and asses retracting to normal inside, forcing the gelatinous ghost cum from their bodies.

	"Let's find out clothes and get baths," Zo said, able to take charge again.

	"What do we tell Mom and Dad?" Meredith asked.

	Zo pondered this as she pulled her training bra out from under an old chair. 

	"I don't think we should say anything. I mean, everyone will be freaked out and stuff. And besides, they didn't hurt us except when they did it in our vaginas that first time."

	"And it did feel great after that," Meredith admitted. 

	Zo nodded in agreement as Alexis piped up.

	"Can I still invite Mr. Ghost to my tea parties? He and Boogle are best friends."

	Zo and Meredith laughed. Tousling her sister's hair, Zo said, "Yeah, I think Mr. Ghost likes to party with you."

	A week later, Zo was nodding off to sleep when she felt herself being rolled over onto her belly.

	"Wait," she whispered and she shucked off the t-shirt and baggy pajama pants she had worn to bed.

	Lying on her knees and elbows with her head pressed against the pillow, Zo sighed as she felt the unseen hands tugging lightly on her tiny breasts, almost as if she were being milked. Just this alone was enough to make her moisten and she murmured something into the pillow as the sleek passage in her cunt was filled.

	Meredith was having trouble falling asleep. Turning on the lamp by her bed, she reached for the book she had left on the night stand. But this was a different book she found. She opened it to find some highly detailed drawings of men copulating with little girls in many creative ways. The youngster was barely aware that she was putting her hands in her pajama pants.

	Not long after, her hairless pussy was dripping on her small fingers. The book was suddenly taken from Meredith's other hand and placed back on the table. Her pajama bottoms were yanked down her legs and completely removed, leaving the eight year-old's pussy exposed. Meredith took her wet hand away from her pussy and immediately felt another, larger hand take its place. Then the next thing to touch her there was larger than merely a finger.

	Alexis' eyes fluttered open as she awoke to a peculiar sensation. Her blanket and sheet were tossed to the side and her nightgown was hiked up to her waist. She had no idea where her panties were as she only saw the source of her arousal. Boogle was moving with his snout grinding between the chubby labia of her tiny mound. 

	As Alexis watched, Boogle lifted his head, his face slimy with the five year-old's cunny offering.

	"Mr. Ghost," Alexis called out softly. "Are you trying to play with me again?"

	When Boogle nodded, the tyke giggled and spread her little legs farther apart, her bald cuntlet twitching in anticipation.

	
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