Chapter 1

Like many people, I occasionally talk to myself when I’m alone. “It’s a very special day for Mister Kurt McHennen. A special day, for a very special delivery! I can hardly wait!” Nobody was around, so I hugged myself and squealed like a happy little kid. I had some very unusual and particular tastes; with a strong anal sex kink, bisexuality, a smoking fetish, a nudism kink, a mild case of pedophilia, and a few other lewd habits. I knew I’d satisfy several of them soon!

In preparation for my special delivery, for the first time in months, I gave all fifteen of my household staff a paid day off at the same time. Nobody mowed the lawn or trimmed the trees. Nobody dusted the shelves or mopped the floors. If I were hungry, I’d need to find the kitchen and make something. Other than myself, the only people on the huge property were the four security guards patrolling the perimeter and the two at the front and back gates. There wasn’t another human being within three kilometers of me (2 miles).

I owned about fifty expensive business suits but disliked wearing them. They were restrictive and uncomfortable, so I avoided them when possible. I mainly wore clothes to avoid offending other people. When I thought I could get away with it, I wore either a bath robe or nothing. I did a lot of email, research, and other work nude when I could. The staff had all been warned, the fourth floor was clothing-optional. I put my shorts and t-shirt on a bench, and enjoyed the quiet and privacy by walking across the front lawn wearing only my sandals. That day, the yard was clothing-optional, too. I liked the fresh feeling of the light breeze under my arms and between my legs.

Instead of the usual hustle and bustle of people working, I heard only a few birds chirping. Several squirrels searched the yard for nuts and seeds, undisturbed by lawn machinery. I looked up at the marble façade of my four-story mansion, considered the delivery I expected, and said to myself, “Life is good, but it’ll be SO MUCH better soon!” I thought if I smiled with any more intensity, my face might break.

Most adults are terrified to act like children, because it might damage their image. I had freedom for a day. To burn off a little energy and vent some of my excessive joy, I climbed in the fountain and splashed around nude like a crazy person. I cupped my hands together and flung some water skyward. “WOOOO!” Ten minutes before delivery time, I dressed again and waited impatiently.

Usually, vehicles travelled the driveway at a leisurely pace, but a large silver SUV sped toward me at over eighty kilometers an hour (50mph). I recognized it as one of the security vehicles. The orange warning lights on its roof flashed repeatedly. I knew if there was an emergency, they would be on the way to help me. I looked around and wondered why they were going so fast.

A rear door opened as soon as it screeched to a halt, and a little lady in a light pink dress jumped out. She was Kandi, my ‘special delivery’. She was very cute with her small nose, small ears, and honey blonde hair tied in long pigtails. The top of her head was only the height of my nipples, 130cm, or four foot four inches! I doubted she could weigh over 25 kilos (55lbs)!

Kandi was the smallest girl in her eighth-grade class, until school let out for summer break the previous week. She was only a month past fourteen, the local minimum age for sexual consent. One of my lawyers checked her ID with the local authorities to make sure. It was hard for me to believe I was so lucky!

She ran toward me carrying a small pink purse over her shoulder and loudly said, “There’s a change of plans! Come inside with me! Quick!” I ran up the granite stairs behind her, marveling at her blossoming beauty. Boiled eggs would be as pointy, but slightly larger than her budding breastlets.

Kandi urgently ordered, “Sit on the floor, right there. We need to do this fast! Mom’s having a baby, her water just broke!” She sat in a chair near the front door, but out of view of those outside. She pulled her dress up and took a long white cigarette from her purse and lit it. She pursed her lips together and blew out a thin stream of smoke, then spread her knees. She had no panties on, and I could clearly see her nearly hairless vagina, and a little of her anus.

She used two fingers to open herself a little. “So, you see that I’m a virgin?” I nodded. I doubted I could fit even my pinky finger through the tiny hole in her enticing pink hymen. She slid forward and tilted her pelvis up, so I could get a better look at her little bottom. She handed me a small bottle of lube from her purse, then took another big puff from the cigarette. She spread her knees even wider, saying, “Check if it’s big enough, then I have to tell Mom your answer. Quick!”