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story_codes: M/g(5), first, cons

story_intro: At age seventy-five, Bill believes his days of having little girls up to his attic for some fun are over. Reliving decades of past trysts with his young partners are what he does through old photos and videos. But when the little daughter of a woman doing work for him catches his attention, there just may be enough fuel left in his tank for another joy ride, after all.



story_language: English





The Attic Studio

Written by madvlad


	Bill Powell looked at the array of electronic gizmos in his antique store and shook his head. He had been in the business for over fifty years and had resisted computers and high-tech security until he finally admitted he was just being bull-headed.

	"So now I'm part of the twenty-first century, eh?" he asked the consultant he hired.

	The young woman grinned as she kept her eyes glued to her laptop monitor.

	"You're getting there," she answered in good humor. "Did you try the inventory software last night?"

	"Yup. I don't know how you did it, but now it's easy even for a stubborn old coot like me to use."

	"That's because I installed the stubborn old coot software upgrade."

	"Kids these days," Bill harrumphed in mock indignation. "No respect for their elders."

	"Respect will cost you another twenty grand," the woman replied sweetly.

	Bill laughed and walked toward the stairs.

	"I'll be in the attic, sorting again," he said. "If Andi gets restless, you know I don't mind the company."

	Intent on her work, the woman mumbled an acknowledgement.

	As Bill hiked up the stairs, he used the bannister to favor a slightly creaky left knee. But at seventy-five, that was the only constant ache he had to deal with and he knew that wasn't bad at all. His only other ailment was another body part that didn't work so well and hadn't for nearly ten years.

	Bill could still manage a weak erection if he worked at it long enough, which he frequently did while looking at his old home movies and photo albums. Eventually, his efforts paid off with a tepid ejaculation that left him at least somewhat sated.

	A recent fire that had destroyed a nearby business had finally motivated him to back up his lifetime collection to a digital format. He had known he should have computerized his antique business years ago, so he hired Pauline, a computer consultant who could not only modernize his bookkeeping, but install security systems and other gadgets.

	Showing her a trove of old movie reels and antique photographs, he explained that he wanted to copy these to a hard drive as well. After setting up the programs and hardware, she had patiently showed him how to both. It took Bill the better part of a day, but he figured it out and set to work, freeing Pauline for other work she had to do for him.

	In the later hours when she wasn't around, he copied his more personal pictures and films. Nearly all of them had been made in the attic of his building. Since his late teens, Bill would travel to auctions and estate sales and abandoned properties, acquiring a huge and diverse collection of old stuff ranging from jewelry to automobiles - some of it cheap junk and some of it rather pricey.

	He owned the entire building his store was located in - from basement to three floors and the attic. Over the years, his business had become a mecca for browsers and searchers if they were anywhere near the city. Bill kept the place well-staffed with knowledgeable employees on each floor except for the attic, which was where he kept some things in storage, had his own restoration shop, but also did other work. 

	His other work consisted of a studio and darkroom he used for photography. And his favorite subjects were the little girls he got to know briefly or more long term through customers. He loved them all from toddlers to those just blossoming into adolescence.

	Each era had certain fashions he adored like the pretty little girl dresses that barely covered the panties in the sixties and early seventies. Then came the short and snug gym shorts by the end of the latter decade and into the eighties. The nineties were a mixed bag (although Bill thought whoever made bicycle shorts for preteens should get a Nobel Prize) but now it was form-fitting leggings the little ones were wearing that made him throb (or as much as he could these days). Of course, he was no snob when it came to clothing - anything on those sweet young bodies was fine with him. Better yet was when he could get them off.

	It always began with photos - innocent stuff with whatever they were wearing or perhaps some vintage clothing he kept in the attic. No matter the decade, little girls always loved to play dress-up. If he got to know the girl better, things might progress. The younger ones or the older, shyer ones were the easiest and safest for him to work on.

	Panty shots or perhaps a little nipple from certain angles of the clothing was right came next.  Once he could coax a girl into posing in just her underwear, it was only a matter of time in most cases before he had her in the nude.

	Along the way, there would be touching. Just innocent pats at first followed by prolonged caresses. By the time his little honeys were revealing their treasures to him, he had already felt them up. He always made them feel good, regardless of how far he went with them, and he never had a visit from the police or even a sudden standoffishness from the girl or her parents.

	The girls who were six or seven were the ones he would take all the way - and sometimes those a little older if they were rather timid. On two occasions, some bolder girls of eleven who were starting to develop thought it wonderful to have their "Uncle Bill" teach them about sex. Bill's slightly undersized tool also made it easier for him to do the job. Many a young hymen had been taken in the attic.

	With the advent of smaller, high quality video cameras in the eighties, Bill had the opportunity for movie making although his young starlets never saw the hidden gear. Years later, he often took salacious trips down memory lane with photos and the magic of VHS. The video tapes also gave him the sounds of little girls moaning and exclaiming in their high voices as he taught them what a nice, stiff cock could do inside their tiny, hairless pussies.

	Now with the newer technology available, he could have bought digital still and video cameras.  But his waning erectile abilities had discouraged him and he preferred to keep to his old material rather than risk the frustration of his infirmity with a new girl.

	Soon after Pauline had started, Bill learned she was the single mother of a five year-old named Andrea, or Andi as she was called. Pauline had to a juggle a schedule between working at home where she could watch her daughter and finding a sitter as she needed to be at Bill's place more often. When Bill told her she could bring the girl here, his offer was completely benign as he was no longer willing to start with another girl.

	But Andi was a little blonde wonder pill for Bill's libido. Fascinated by the trove of old things in Bill's inventory, the tot was an inquisitive companion who thrilled at being allowed to climb on things. Many days, she was wearing skirts, baggy shorts or - yes! - leggings.

	The first two often gave Bill a look up her busy little legs to see what kind of panties she was wearing that day. And the shirts she wore with the leggings were often inadequate to properly cover her juicy-looking rump - which of course made them perfectly adequate for Bill's viewing pleasure. A week after Andi became a regular at the store, Bill purchased his first digital camera and video equipment.

	One day, he showed Andi a wooden box in the attic that he had filled with old costume jewelry. Andi's brown eyes sparkled as she regarded this treasure. Earlier, Bill had mentioned this to Pauline and asked about giving some to Andi as he had loads of the stuff piling up. Pauline initially protested, telling him she didn't want to take advantage of his generosity by already allowing Andi to come here. But he explained that he had plenty of this just gathering dust and had always enjoyed giving little surprises to the kids who regularly came here with their parents. And then he added a warning.

	"If you don't let me be the nice, grandfatherly type, I'll have to be a cranky old fart and constantly lecture you on how better things were in the old days."

	"Eep! I give up!" Pauline laughed as she threw her hands up in surrender.

	And so Andi was told how she could choose one piece of "treasure" each day if she was a good girl. Typical of a five year-old, she usually picked the gaudiest one she could find.

	It started one afternoon when Bill asked her if he could take a picture of her wearing the pretty necklace she had just selected. Then he showed her one of his "safe" photo albums of fully clothed girls. Andi was impressed by all of the nice girls he had befriended over the years.

	"I like that girl's pink dress," she said, pointing to one picture.

	Although he had written names and dates on the back of each photo, Bill still knew most of them by heart.

	"That was Cindy," he told her. "Back in....oh, 1972."

	"When was that?" the girl asked, unsure of the number.

	"That was - gosh - more than forty years ago now."

	Bill shook his head at how the years were slipping but Andi was even more impressed.

	"Forty years! Wow! That was in the olden days!"

	Bill snorted. It wasn't that long ago, but he decided to string the girl along.

	"Yup, it sure was. I remember her family coming here in their horse and buggy."

	"Aw, a horse. She was so lucky," the youngster mused.

	"So how about letting me take a picture?"

	"Sure!"

	"But you have to remember, these pictures are my secret treasure."

	"Even better than my necklace?"

	"Yup."

	Excited to be part of a secret treasure, Andi happily posed while Bill took some shots. Afterward, she surprised him with a hug, thanking him for letting her be on this big adventure with pretty jewelry and secret treasures.

	Over the next few days, Andi happily posed for Bill with each session lasting longer. He had pulled some old clothes out of a chest that Andi used to play dress-up, putting them on over her own clothes. One day, she was wearing a pair of shiny purple leggings that seemed to have been grafted to her legs and butt. As he took pictures, Bill paused to ask her to adjust her clothing.

	"Could you pull up the waist in front? It's hanging a little low. Yes, just like that."

	Andi didn't notice how she had just wedged the stretchy material snugly against her quim, producing a soft little camel toe that shone brightly in the light. Bill held the camera button down, thankful for the large storage capacity of the disc instead of being hampered by the limits of film. Andi smiled broadly as she unknowingly displayed her kiddy cunt to the lens.

	When she wore a short skirt another day, Bill was ready to move to the next level. Bill guessed that Pauline was on a limited budget and couldn't always keep the clothes on her growing daughter properly sized. The hem rode high on her scrumptious thighs, evoking memories of those 60's and 70's dresses. While perched on a chair or standing with one foot planted on a step stool, the skirt easily pulled back to show all of the girl's bare leg and the panties that encased the best parts.

	"I think you're ready for some undies pictures," he simply announced.

	"What's that?"

	"They're more like art. I take pictures of you in your underwear so I can see more of your beautiful body."

	Andi paused, her brow furrowing.

	"I don't know if you should see my panties," she said carefully, hoping her friend wouldn't be mad.

	"You mean the white ones with purple polka dots you're wearing now?"

	"How did you know?" Andi gasped.

	"Because I can see them under your skirt. That's why they make little girls' clothing like that - so we can all enjoy your cute panties."

	The girl's mouth opened in a surprised O.

	"So it's not bad to see my panties?"

	"Of course not. It's okay because we're friends."

	"Oh yeah," Andi agreed, glad to know she wasn't being naughty.

	Bill took another album and showed her years of underwear-clad girls.

	"These are a special part of my secret treasure," he told her as Andi gazed at the nearly nude bodies of her predecessors.

	They looked at several such albums, including the last one that Bill had stopped shortly into the new millennium when he was experiencing equipment failures. To his delight, it was Andi who made the perfect observation.

	"I think my panties are prettier than the ones those really old girls wore. Some of these have nice ones too with pictures and stuff on them. I even have ones with pictures of Minnie Mouse!"

	"Oh, I'd like to see those. Could you wear them tomorrow?"

	"Sure. Do you want to do some undies pictures today?"

	"Yup. You can put your clothes in that chair."

	Andi eagerly stripped at first, leaving her feet bare and her shirt in the chair. When she started to push her skirt down, she stopped, looking slightly unsure again. Bill didn't want to push her and waited until he had an idea.

	Going to the chest of clothing Andi tried, he removed a wide, floppy hat and a pink feathered boa.

	"Why don't you wear these?" he asked.

	Andi grinned and donned the hat before she took her skirt off. Then she wrapped the pink boa around her, sliding it and whipping it about as Bill took more photos. When she was distracted, he also switched on his two hidden video recorders to capture the little girl as she danced around in her panties.

	She had the body he dreamed of with her strong little legs sheathed in a layer of soft outer flesh and smooth, sun-golden skin. Her tummy retained just a hint of baby fat and her pale nipples were barely noticeable on her white chest. The boa seemed to ease her feeling of near-nakedness and she flashed him smiles full of square little baby teeth from under the brim of her over-sized hat. She was so cute and so sexy as only a girl her age could be.

	The next day, she was proud to display her yummy little body with the cartoon mouse smiling from the puffiness between her legs. She didn't need the hat or boa as she posed in every position he asked; some quite provocative although Andi wasn't aware of her childish sexuality.

	But Bill was very much aware - and also became of aware of how his penis was pressing against his pants. It wasn't a full-bore erection, but it was stronger than anything else he had managed to produce in years. Pulling a few more albums out, he called Andi over and settled into a plush chair before helping her into his lap.

	As they leafed through the underwear albums, Bill slid his hands over Andi's unclothed skin, caressing her softly. Andi reacted as he hoped to his gentle touches, snuggling in his lap. The next album he selected was a little more naughty with his young models either wearing very tight undies or ones so loose as to display bits of their smooth cunnies.

	Andi seemed to notice this but made no comment. Bill was sliding his hand up and down along her thigh and moved it up to the junction between her legs. Cupping the cotton-covered mound, he slowly massaged her. Andi made some noises in her throat and shifted in his lap, but did not try to move

	Andi was nervous with the man's hand touching her panties, right on top of her privates. She knew that privates weren't supposed to be touched by bad strangers and this confused her now. Mr. Bill wasn't a bad stranger - he was her nice friend. Then she remembered it was okay for him to see her panties because he was her friend, so touching must be okay, too. And the way he squeezed her felt more than okay, actually.

	Feeling the tenseness leave his little playmate, Bill took out another album. The first few pages weren't photos; they had prints of classical paintings.

	"They're naked," Andi giggled while her tiny cunt was being felt up. "That's silly."

	"That's actually some very good art. For centuries, the finest art had been of nudes. Women would pose for painters and sculptors."

	"Were they friends? Because they shouldn't be naked with bad strangers."

	Bill smiled at her reasoning.

	"Of course they were friends. And some of my friends have posed for me."

	The next album page contained photos of other little girls in this same attic, smiling and utterly nude.

	"Those girls are naked. I can see their privates."

	"That's right. And do you see how happy they are?"

	"Uh huh."

	"I think you'd be just as happy and pretty as they are like that."

	"Do you really want to see my privates?"

	"Why not? It would be part of my extra special secret treasure."

	Andi pondered this information. She wasn't sure why her privates would be an extra special secret treasure, but Mr. Bill sure knew a lot about little girls. Still, she wasn't so sure.

	"What if you don't think my privates are pretty?" she asked.

	She was not the first girl to nervously ask Bill this and he responded as he had with those others. Giving her panty-covered mons an extra firm squeeze, he shifted his fingers, moving the pressure around until she started to squirm. Then he relaxed his grip and slid the tip of his index finger into the leg band. With deliberate slowness, he moved his finger along the side of her hairless mound, savoring the delicacy of her little girl flesh.

	"Hhhooohhh," she moaned in a whispery, quivering voice.

	"You'll look so pretty in the nude tomorrow," he spoke softly into her ear.

	Saying nothing more, he removed his hand and eased her off his lap and let her get dressed. While pretending to be busy with other things, he watched her move slowly as she was lost in thought. He knew she was wondering why she was feeling this way and knew she would be thinking of this until tomorrow.

	With her back to Bill, Andi touched her crotch, feeling the residual inner heat from the fondling she had just received. Mr. Bill was very good at touching privates, especially when he touched them under her panties. Although she still wasn't sure about being naked, she hoped he'd be kind enough to touch her again tomorrow. She also wondered about the funny lump she felt beneath her bottom while she was in the man's lap.

	Andi was still uncomfortable the next afternoon as she stripped. When Bill handed her the pink boa, she took it gratefully and went behind a chair to remove the last of her clothing. When she stepped out in to camera view (with the hidden video cameras running as well), she wore only the boa around her neck with one end hanging strategically between her legs.

	Her perky little rump shifted with every step and the boa did not hide the lovely curves of her buns. Bill had Andi first stand with her back to him and looking over her shoulder at the camera. Her wide-eyed gaze of innocence, bare bottom, and the feathered boa made it look like pre-school day on the old Moulin Rouge.

	When he had her turn with her body facing the camera, the boa still covered her crotch. But as he had her move and pose, the thing would sway and reveal bits of her smooth and creamy vulva. Rather than protecting her modesty, the boa only made her more enticing with tantalizing glimpses of her cunny.

	Eventually, Bill reached out and took a hold of one end of the boa. Andi's eyes locked on his but she made no protest as he slowly pulled it from her. Now his newest little treasure was completely naked before him.

	The five year-old was somewhat subdued at first as the camera captured every bit of her body, including the bald, chubby vulva that gleamed whitely between her tanned little legs. But as she grew accustomed to her state, her little spark returned and she was smiling nicely as her nude, childish form was recorded for posterity.

	Afterward, he had her on his lap as they looked at another album. Although she was enjoying his caresses, Andi was momentarily frightened against as she saw his hand approaching her completely bared cunny. Bill kissed the top of her head as his fingers wrapped around the child's hairless prize. Andi tensed for a moment but gradually relaxed.

	As Bill turned the pages, the innocent nude photos became more provocative as his young models posed to accentuate their immature curves. Andi was nearly breathless when she saw how some of the girls were fingering themselves. It was at this time that Bill put a finger in Andi's cleft, stroking her more deeply. The girl opened her legs wider, unknowingly spreading more for the video cameras.

	When Andi whimpered, Bill knew what she was feeling inside. The first time many little girls got wet under his ministrations, they mistakenly thought they were peeing.

	"You're getting wet there because your body is telling you it needs to be ready for more," he said. "You're not having an accident."

	Feeling her insides turn to liquid, Andi was amazed to find her friend already knew.  And she was relieved she wasn't having an accident like a baby. Turning her attention back to the photos, she became mesmerized by the girls putting their fingers in their bald cunnies. Some were grinning and others had their eyes half-closed and their mouths open. Andi wondered if that meant they were sleepy but Mr. Bill's finger in her privates certainly wasn't making her sleepy at all. Little did she know that her own facial expression was starting to mirror those she saw in the pictures.

	The child's juices were flowing freely now as Bill played with Andi's sweet little snatch. His prick was caught between her buttocks as she squirmed, massaging it to near total hardness in his pants. Andi's breathing was ragged and she started lewdly thrusting her small hips in concert with the fingers manipulating her. The little girl didn't understand the carnality of her actions; she only knew she wanted more of what was growing inside of her prematurely aroused sex.

	With a surprised grunt, Andi came. Her eyes were tearing and she was twisting in Bill's lap as her orgasm wrenched through tiny body. Bill's erection was now insistent and his elation was enhanced by his desire to take this young child.

	"That's my horny little sexpot," he crooned as he lifted her limp body just enough to slide his pants down to his knees.

	Andi was still dazed from the mysteries of her climax when she saw Bill's penis jutting up between her thighs. Sluggishly, she put her hand over the head, feeling the odd shaped thing in wonder.

	"Is this your privates?" she asked in her mellow state.

	"Yes, and it's meant to play with little girls."

	Andi thought that was nice and didn't understand when he moved her until the glans was pushing into her soft little mound, making the hairless labia bulge widely. Still aroused from cumming, Andi cooed as Bill's head pressed against her sensitive interior. Her dainty entrance reluctantly widened, wetly pinching the man's cock head until the tip reached her membrane.

	Bill wrapped his arms around Andi's torso, holding her fast until he pulled her down sharply. His cock plunged through the little girl's maidenhead. He felt her barrier snap before his glans was enveloped in the crushing liquid heat of a five year-old's virgin quim. Andi cried when she felt something tearing inside of her and he rubbed his hands over her chest and belly to calm her.

	"It's okay, now," he told her. "I'm making it all better inside.

	It was just as he had soothed so many other newly deflowered little girls in his attic. Andi's tears quickly stopped and the child became lost in the sensation the hard member digging into her tender pussy, making the tiny channel stretch and take a cock as fully as it could.

	Bill bobbed the tot up and down on his prick, her tight twatlet gurgling with each thrust inside its warm recesses. He could feel her pulse pounding through her cunny walls and against his cock as he penetrated her over and over. Andi whimpered when she saw some streaks of blood from her ruptured cherry but the slick grinding inside her baby cunt overwhelmed her and she only waved her hands feebly at the member sliding in and out of her.

	Not only was Bill's penis remaining hard - and it had to be pretty stiff to make its way into a little girl's vagina - but his balls were full and aching in a way he hadn't known in years. He worked the compliant tyke up and down on his meat, feeling the pressure grow.

	Andi remained spread before the video cameras, allowing them to catch the moving images of the seventy years of difference between them. The old man's veined and weathered cock looked rough compared to the plump freshness of the five year old, hairless pussy it was skewering.

	Bill let loose, slamming his sperm into the child's tiny womb until it could hold no more. Andi moaned at the burst of heat and pressure and then gasped as she saw more semen escape her tightly filled snatch. Bill patted her chest and toyed with a nipple as the little girl gazed at the soaked prick embedded between her legs.

	Andi mumbled something that sounded like a question and Bill already knew the answer.

	"I just made you a woman inside," he explained to the inseminated tot. "Just like I do for all my sweetest of treasures."

	Andi reflected on the afternoon's events as she sat in the back of her mother's car, secured in her child's safety seat. It had been a pretty heady experience and Mr. Bill had promised he would show her movies of other little girls he had played with the same way. He said they would be fun to watch when they did this new thing again.

	Andi remembered when he told her he had made her a woman on the inside, but she wasn't sure what that meant. She didn't think her mommy would ever do something like that and she was a woman. Andi liked being a little girl and with that scary hurting part done when he first went inside of her, hoped she and her nice friend would do lots of that strange and wonderful game with her privates again.

	As she maneuvered through traffic, Pauline spared a glance in the rear view mirror. Andi was staring out the window and probably didn't even consciously know that she had her hand moving under her skirt.  Pauline grinned and squeezed her legs together as she recalled the video feed she had captured.

	When she had mentioned to a close friend about trying to get the contract for Bill Powell's antique business, her friend said she had many fond memories of childhood visits there. Pauline had been shocked and titillated to hear about what went on in the attic. She then lowered her bid just a little to make sure she'd get the contract.

	Raising Andi by herself was a challenge, but a lovely one as she watched her baby blossom and grow into the delightful creature she was today. Recalling her own first foray into sex - in the back yard at a party when she was fifteen and a drunk football player forced her down, managing to get inside her and cum before he passed out - she wanted something better for Andi. It wasn't like she was looking to start the girl this young, but her friend's tales had been excited and both of them were looking forward to Andi's new education.

	Unknown to Bill, Pauline already had some of the surveillance cameras installed and captured the action in the attic in brilliant clarity from several angles. She had cum herself while watching her little daughter lose her virginity on the computer monitor. Tonight, she'd invite her friend over and after Andi was asleep they would watch everything together. And recalling how her child's cute pussy was drooling sloppily once Bill lifted her from his prick, Pauline anticipated many future thrills for everyone as Andi had more wet little adventures in the attic.



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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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