Author: Sterling
Title: Buying a Girl For Sex and Love
Summary: Richard's a pedophile in the Depression-era USA. On a
lonely, tormented walk, a mother thrusts her teen daughter his
way in hopes of turning a trick. In a moment of savage confusion,
he points instead at the girl's little sister Emily. He buys her
once, twice, many times. But after the sex, it's time for food,
play, and conversation. It grows into an awkward, ambiguous love.
When Emily grows too old, there is a girl poor enough to want
him, then another, and then a funny thing happens. It turns into
a club that little girls vie to join.
Keywords: Mg(6-9) Mggg MF preg prost pedo loli oral

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 10/12/2016.

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Buying a Girl For Sex and Love

Paul James owned a wholesale grocery business. He and his wife
Faith raised their family in a lovely 12-room Colonial, with
three servants. They were down to two now, in the depths of the
Great Depression, but the business was still doing quite well.
People still had to eat.

Paul and Faith had two children, a 30-year-old son Richard, and a
27-year-old daughter Mary. Mary had married a lawyer who was
well-respected in the firm, and they now had three children.
Richard, alas, was still single. Paul had taken Richard into his
business. He realized that he lacked his own passion, drive, and
business sense, but he was a solid contributor. Paul thought it
was not just wishful thinking that his son could keep the
business going when he wouldn't be able to any more.

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Richard's job was OK. He wasn't thrilled with all the buying and
selling and paperwork, but it was OK and it wasn't like he had
many other opportunities.

Central to his life situation was that he was single. In his
parents' eyes this was a flaw he surely must correct soon. But it
wasn't just them -- society expected it of a young man who could
support a family. He himself had grown up to expect it.

His parents and their friends tried to set him up with dates. It
never worked, and so he got to the point where he mostly refused;
other times he caved in. The young women were often pretty, often
nice -- just totally unappealing to him. Seeking respite from his
parents' pressure, both silent and spoken, he'd gotten his own
place the year before. An apartment with three rooms plus kitchen
and bath.

There were whispers he was gay. Oh, if only he were gay. He was
worse than gay.

He flopped into bed Sunday night, angry. At the usual Sunday
family dinner, Mary and husband came with their three kids, the
two little boys and the big girl Anne. Usually they left them
home with the help, but now they thought perhaps they were old
enough to bring. Mary was the good girl who had given his parents
grandchildren -- but not ones who would continue the family name.


Anne was 9 years old. She was so charming, so wonderful. He felt
faint whenever she was near. He'd go on a date with her! Or
rather a girl like her that wasn't his niece. He didn't need a
date. He'd marry a girl like Anne on the spot! Sigh. Yeah, likely
story.

The next morning he woke, still upset. Anne was charming,
wonderful. He wanted to love and cherish her -- but he also
wanted a physical relationship. Heck, if he was honest, he just
plain wanted to fuck her. He got stiff thinking about her panties
and what she must be sheltering inside them.

He'd had one fuck in his life, with the prostitute. It was
embarrassing and yucky -- those big breasts and hairy twat. But
he'd closed his eyes, she got him stiff with her mouth, and then
she'd guided him inside her. Physically it felt good. Imagining a
little girl surrounding that vagina, he humped twenty times and
he came. And then he opened his eyes to see his cock shaft stuck
into a hole in a bunch of hair, between plump thighs, inside wide
hips... Once again he saw her big breasts. He felt a wave of
nausea. Never again.

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Monday. He didn't need to be at the office right away. He set out
wandering into the poorer sections of the city, and then the
poorest. This street was just hovels. He was in some danger of
getting robbed here, but he didn't care.

"Hi, handsome," said one prostitute. A few others sized him up.
"Five dollars," said one.

He waved them away with a frown and kept walking.

From a basement doorway he saw a woman, who disappeared and
quickly reappeared pushing a girl in front of her. A girl who was
maybe 14 -- quite a pretty face, lovely blue eyes and blond hair
that had been recently combed. A decent short blue dress. But
breasts and hips too -- she already had the shape of a woman.

"Say it!" hissed the mother.

The girl looked at him forlornly. "You want to have a go with
me?"

"She's a virgin. Just eight dollars," said her mother. He
suspected that was below the going rate for a pretty young girl
like her, and much too low for a virgin -- but then it would
quite possibly be hard to prove she really was a virgin.

Behind the mother in the doorway another girl appeared, maybe
eight years old? The same blue eyes and blond hair, though hers
was dirty and uncombed. She had on a torn, dirty dress. It didn't
matter. She was gorgeous and sexy. On a sudden angry impulse, he
said, "No. But, damn it, I'll give you twenty dollars for her!"
jabbing a finger in her direction.

The big girl looked at him with confusion. The mother looked
startled, but just for a moment.

"OK, it's a deal!" she said, then knelt down and whispered to the
little girl. He made out, "You do everything the man says, you
hear me?"

Was he really going to do this?

"Liz, go get Johnny and bring him out!" the woman said to the big
girl, who disappeared inside. "Come on right in, mister, it will
be just a moment," she then said reassuringly. She held out her
hand, and Richard fished the twenty out of his wallet and handed
it over.

"She's a good girl, little Emily. She'll give you what you want."

Emily didn't look so sure. Liz reappeared with a toddler boy in
her arms.

"Come right on in, I know it's not much, but there's a bed."

She ushered him and Emily into the place's single room, then left
and shut the door behind them. He was alone with Emily.

He barely overheard Liz's soft voice and then her mother's harsh
whisper, "You want to eat, or not?!"

The bed was hastily made, the blankets stained. The place smelled
faintly of urine.

But here in front of him was a small girl. He'd just paid twenty
bucks, and damn it if he wasn't going to enjoy her.

"Lie down."

She did.

And then he knelt on the bed beside her. He stroked those hot,
sexy little arms. He then moved his hands up and stroked her
chest through her dress. Her flat girl chest. Down below her
dress had ridden up. He put his hand on the inside of her thigh,
and -- to hell with it, he slid it quickly up under the dress
until it was cupping a panty-clad pussy. She looked confused and
then alarmed. Damn it, he didn't want to know what she was
feeling.

"Take the dress off!" he ordered, and after a brief hesitation
she pulled it up over her head. He put it over her face loosely.
"Leave it there!" He wouldn't have to know how she was reacting.

There was her bare chest to caress, rising and falling rather
quickly. And there were her dirty, stained panties. He grabbed
the cloth at her hips and pulled them down and off. And then he
spread her legs apart. There it was, what the girls all kept
hidden. But this was his. He'd paid for the chance to caress it,
fondle it, and do what he wanted. He opened up the lips. A little
vaginal opening.

He was very hard in his pants and now he quickly pulled them down
to his ankles. He stroked the girl's labia, then leaned in with
his face to look, to sniff -- to lick. There was a faint smell of
both feces and urine, but he didn't care. He licked. He gently
opened the lips again to see her vaginal opening. This was what
he wanted to fuck, damn it!

He pressed his little finger up into her vagina. She squirmed and
squeaked. There was plenty of resistance to his entry. He forced
the little finger in further, and she said "Ow!"

"Oh, be quiet!" he commanded. But it was obvious his cock
wouldn't go in. He removed his finger and began masturbating
himself. He was going to come, and there was only one place he
wanted to come. He moved into position over her and stuck his
cock tip right there at her opening. It wouldn't go in but he was
close to where he craved to be. He spread her lips wide with his
other hand and set his cock tip firmly into her little vestibule.
He wanked and pressed forward, wanked and pressed harder. And
then at once his ecstasy was upon him, an orgasm unlike any in
his life. Sperm came out in gobs and made a whitish mess all over
her twat. Some went right into her little pussy.

As his orgasm faded he was wracked by guilt. He'd fucked a little
girl, or he would have. He'd used her sexually and messed up her
privates with the sticky product of his lust. In a pathetic
attempt to take it back or at least hide the evidence, he reached
in with his shirt tail and got the worst of it off her.

He pulled his pants up, and the girl just lay there. He couldn't
very well welcome the rest of the family back in with her laid
out like that, could he?

"It's all over. Get dressed," he said, pulling the dress off her
eyes. He was relieved to see she looked confused but not
convulsed with grief.

She pulled her panties on and he helped her get the dress on over
her head. She sat on the bed. He felt bad for the girl, wanted to
be nice to her, wanted to make it up for her. What ridiculous
thoughts!

"Oh, what an asshole I am," he muttered to himself, rising
quickly.

He pulled the door open and marched out, making no eye contact
with any of the other three members of the family. "I hope you'll
come again," said the mother as he strode off.

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Naturally he replayed the experience over and over again. The
family was clearly desperate. He recalled that Emily was skinny,
and so was Liz. The mother's clothes had hung on her loosely.
They were suffering. So Emily suffered a little more in one way
to relieve the suffering of all of them. Whatever the morals and
ickiness, maybe it was a business proposition of benefit to both
parties? He was disgusted with himself. But it had also been
immensely satisfying.

Wednesday he set out for that part of town but lost his nerve and
turned back. Thursday he got himself to go until he got there. He
pounded on the door.

The woman opened it a crack, then all the way and with a big
smile said, "Oh, so nice to see you again! Would you care for
some more time with Emily?"

Without waiting for a reply, the big girl emerged shortly with
the toddler, and the woman said softly, "I think you'll find
she's even better suited to your needs now." She held out her
hand.

Richard pressed a twenty into her palm and went inside.

Emily was trying to look brave, with clean face and hands, clean
hair combed. She was sitting on the bed in a more presentable
dress -- maybe her Sunday best? Her mother must have put her into
this condition shortly after he had visited and would have kept
her this way for how long? On the off chance he would return. But
then, twenty dollars was a lot of money to this family. And being
clean surely wasn't a bad thing. At least the mother hadn't put
any make-up on her.

"What would you like?" she asked, trembling.

"Same as before," he said gruffly.

She nodded and pulled her dress up over her head, revealing no
panties this time, then lay back with legs spread wide and the
dress over her face.

This time he undressed completely and lay down on her.

"You can stick it in me now," she said from under the dress.
"Mommy says men always want to stick it in and she made me big
enough."

"Oh." Wow. His cock twitched at the prospect.

Richard feasted his eyes and then set to work with more than
eyes, licking chest, stroking inner thighs, pressing his palm
into her girl crotch over and over. But her pussy was like a
magnet, drawing his fingers to the outside, then his tongue, and
then his thoughts extended to penetration. The little finger went
in fine, and so did the middle finger. Was it really possible his
cock would go in too? The prospect brought a strong surge of
lust. He had to find out.

He mounted her, brought his stiff cock to her hole, and pressed.
It didn't go in right away, so he pressed harder, and then harder
still. The tip started to go in, and she stiffened beneath him
but didn't cry out, then relaxed again. He kept pushing, and now
he slid inside! First it was just a little, but then more and
more. He looked down at where his cock disappeared between the
little girl's legs, going up inside her body where it belonged.
It felt fantastic. He forced it in more and more, then began the
timeless in and out motion. He tried not to get too excited,
because he didn't want this to be over too soon. But there was a
little girl, on her back naked, and he was fucking her! After
three minutes he couldn't hold back any more. He shoved it in
harder and deeper and more assertively, over and over again until
finally he cried out as he shuddered and spurted semen into the
8-year-old pussy. He kept his cock in deep and lay down on the
girl gently. So wonderful. But so awful.

She lay silently, and after a brief hesitation, he pulled the
dress off her face. She looked at him once and then looked away.
Her eyes were moist.

"What's your last name?"

"Smith."

"Did you always live like this?"

She looked puzzled, and he looked around at the sad, small room.

She shook her head. "Daddy left. Now we're hungry a lot. But we
ate more after you came the other day."

They were silent a while. "You don't like this, do you?"

When she didn't respond, he said, "What am I saying... of course
you don't like this. I'm a sadistic creep...." When she still
didn't speak, he said, "How about this... Would you rather do
this sometimes and have enough to eat, or not?"

"Oh, sure, I really want enough to eat! This isn't so bad."

"Do you go to school?"

She shook her head.

"Your sister?"

She shook her head again.

"What do you do all day?"

"Take care of Johnny while Mommy and Liz are out trying to get
some money. I clean the clothes. Including his poops." She made a
face.

He smiled and stroked her hair and cheek.

He caught a trace of a smile on her face. He asked her about the
old days when her daddy was around. She told him, and he asked
follow-up questions.

He realized he was having a conversation with an 8-year-old girl
while his half-limp cock was still in her pussy. As he realized
that, his cock started stiffening.

Just then there was a gentle knock on the door. "Everything OK?"
came the mother's voice.

He had probably been with Emily for 45 minutes. "Fine," said
Richard, a bit disappointed to not let his cock keep growing and
have Emily again. But why not? The more his cock expanded, the
more it seemed like a good idea.

He sighed, looking at her face, his cock fully stiff inside her
now. "I want to do it again. I really, really want to do it
again."

She nodded.

"If we don't cover your face again, will you look too sad?"

Emily shook her head.

He started pumping in and out. He held himself up above her,
getting a look now at the whole girl, not just her torso, as he
humped her. A beautiful, small girl, blond hair now in disarray
around her head, arms and chest naked, looking up at him with a
game smile. And down below, her spread legs were mostly visible,
though partly blocked by his manly thighs. She was also naked
between the legs, and his cock was driving in and out. That last
sight was both horrible and terrifically exciting. Her smile he
now realized was more fake than game. He shut his own eyes. His
pleasure and urgency built rapidly and then he exploded with
ecstasy, shuddering and squirting more goo into her innocent
center.

He opened his eyes as he slid out and sat beside her.

Her smile became more genuine then, and she sighed with relief.

"You're glad it's over," he said with a little smile.

She nodded, then stopped, looked worried, and said, "I want
whatever makes you happy."

He sighed. "But really, just between you and me, you're glad it's
over?"

She gave a little guilty smile and said, "Yeah."

He smiled back.

"But you love to have enough to eat too... Would you like to come
to my house and sleep overnight some time?"

"Ummm."

"Or I should say, would you mind too much? You'd get lots to eat.
And I'd pay your mom even more."

"OK," said Emily uncertainly.

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Mrs. Smith was fine with it, and didn't resist when he negotiated
a lower price of ten dollars a visit. Twenty made sense for a
night with a virgin, but as an ongoing price it was out of line,
Mrs. Smith had to admit. He gave her some extra money to go out
and buy Emily some new clothes -- nothing fancy, just new and
clean. He came on foot to fetch her late Saturday afternoon and
took her home.

Emily looked in awe at his place with the tasteful furniture,
paintings on the wall, curtains, books, nick-knacks.

As she looked, he answered her questions but was distracted by
that pretty face and her lovely little body in the white dress.
"Let me show you the bedroom."

He pointed out a few things, but his desire rose strongly. His
training in manners and decorum was stronger here in his own
home, but -- well, he'd paid for her.

"Oh, Emily, I'll tell you more later, but now... I'm a horrible
man, an awful scumbag, but I've just got to have you!"

Emily's face grew somber, but she nodded. She took off her shoes
and socks and climbed up onto the 4-poster bed, as he stripped
down to his underpants. He pulled the covers down long enough for
both of them to get under, then drew them up again. What he saw
beside him on the pillow was the head of a pretty little girl,
looking at him warily, trying to smile.

He reached in slowly and kissed her. Uncertain at first, she
kissed him back. It was warm and tender. But he couldn't help his
awareness of the warmth of her body under the covers next to him.
Below the covers where he could not see, he put his hand on her
chest. No hint of breasts, of that he was sure, even through the
white fabric. He wanted to enjoy her in more detail -- there were
so many places he wanted to touch. But his desire was strong...
he quickly slid his hand down to her knees and below the hem of
the dress, then slid it up under between her legs, along her
perfect, smooth thighs until he felt the panty cloth where they
joined.

"Oh God, Emily. Take the dress off!" He drew the covers back to
let her do that while he reached down and pulled those clean
white panties down and off. He ditches his own boxers.

She knew to spread her legs, and he mounted but drew the covers
up over them again. Peeking underneath he could dimly make out
the lithe girl chest, and just barely see the outlines of her
spread legs. By feel he held her lips open and mounted, aiming
his cock.

"Oh, yes!" he said as his tip found its purchase within warm
girl. He burrowed the tip, stroke by insistent stroke. It led the
way for the shaft behind until he was in deep. Emily didn't wince
this time. He held himself up enough to gaze into her lovely,
innocent eyes. But down below the covers, there was no innocence.
His strong humping motions were forcing his cock shaft in and out
of this small girl's hot, tight vagina, and there was only one
possible outcome.

"Oh, Emily, Emily, oh you sweet girl, oh my, oh, oh, oh,
Nnnnggghhhh!"

Through a haze of ecstasy he saw the pretty girl looking at him
calmly, while down below he defiled her innocence once more with
pulses of sticky sperm delivered deep up inside her young body by
way of her private tunnel.

Then he kissed her on the lips once, twice, many times.

Outside it was starting to get dark. With a sigh he rolled off
her, letting his cock slide out. "Time for supper." They both
dressed.

Over this last year of living alone he had learned to cook -- not
fancy, but well enough. She sat at the kitchen table while he put
on the steak and made the potatoes.

"Out in the cabinets, you'll find some nice plates, and some
silver in the drawers. You want to set two places?"

"OK," said Emily.

Later when he checked, he smiled. She'd put a glass directly to
the side of each plate, and a spoon resting on each plate with a
knife on the table between the two settings.

"No reason you'd know about this, I guess. I'll show you how the
fancy people do it," and he rearranged the dining table with
cloth place mats and a full silver setting including steak
knives.

For her he poured milk, and for him -- to heck with it, he poured
milk for himself too.

Emily had never seen steak, but she loved it, and finished her
mashed potatoes too. He was happy to give her seconds, which she
also finished.

Then he served cookies he'd gotten from the bakery. He had two,
while she ate six.

He cleared the table.

By then it was dark. With the benefit of the electric lights, he
showed her more things from his living room, and she listened
with attention, asking many questions, which he happily answered.
He answered more questions about things in his bedroom and the
kitchen and the bathroom.

The questions petered out and she started yawning.

"OK, time for bed."

"Where do I sleep?"

"With me, of course."

"Oh." Her smile faded a bit.

He sighed. "I've... I've rented you for the night, and I want to
have you near me."

Soon they were in bed together, both naked. He stroked her hair,
her cheek. She yawned again.

"Let me check," he said, and slid his hand down and cupped her
sex. "Still a girl. You didn't become a boy while I wasn't
looking."

She gave him a genuine smile then.

"OK, time to sleep, dear Emily."

She turned on her side away from him, and he spooned up behind
her back.

After a while he heard regular breathing and lifted his head
enough to see she was sleeping. He lay behind her, in heaven. It
was still a couple hours until his usual bedtime, but he just lay
there, soaking in her presence in front of him. He was in love
with her. Stupid, stupid thing to do, but he was. As he was
drifting off to sleep, he had an image of introducing her to his
parents. "Mother, father, I'd like you to meet my fiancee,
Emily." Ha!

Emily moved a bit during the night now and then, and each time
he'd wake up, totally unaccustomed to sharing his bed. But each
time he was filled with joy.

He woke at dawn as Emily scrambled out of bed. He was not
surprised when she padded to the bathroom. The door shut, he
heard nothing, but then a flush, and soon she reappeared and put
on her panties and reached for her dress.

"No, not yet, Emily," he said. "Come back to bed with me."

After the briefest hesitation, Emily took the panties off and
climbed back into bed.

She lay on her back, he on his side facing her. He loved looking
at her face... but he loved what was beneath the covers too. He
slid his hand below, and idly ran it over her smooth chest but
then her stomach, and the boundary between soft belly and ribs,
and then her narrow hips, and the sides of the hips and the side
of her body up to her armpit. He reached down to lift her thigh,
bringing her knee up, and then captured her shin and spent a good
long while on her feet, palpating each toe in turn. He returned
to calves and shins, then knees, then her thighs, and then her
girl slit. But he wasn't mad with desire just then. He just
wanted to feel the curves, the feel of outside, a bit on the
inside, the juncture of thigh with the girl spot. When he tired
of that, he turned to her neck, her ears, her hair, her cheeks,
even her eyebrows.

"You're so perfect, Emily. I'd love to have you in my bed every
morning and night just so I could do this. It's not like anyone
would let us if they knew about it. But I'd love it. But then,
well, I would still just have to stick it in you sometimes, I
want that so much. If I had you morning and night and could never
stick it in? That would be really hard."

Emily glanced at him and glanced away.

"You like it OK when I touch you all over like I was just doing?"

"Yeah, it's kind of nice. It makes me feel -- important."

He hesitated. "But when I stick it in you?"

Her brow furrowed. "I don't know..." Then she remembered herself.
"I am very happy to let you do it. It's my job. It's more than my
sister or mother earn!"

"Yeah, there's that. But I'd really like to know... What do you
think of it?"

"It's fine. It doesn't hurt."

"But... you said the other stuff makes you feel important. How
does my penis going in and out feel?"

She hesitated, then turned away from him onto her side. "It
doesn't feel so nice. It feels like you want to be mean to me."

"Oh, Emily... Gosh, I can see how you'd think that. But I don't
want to be mean to you, oh do I ever not want to be mean. Have
you ever seen grown-ups having sex? Or heard them?" She didn't
answer at once. "You know that's what we're doing, right? Having
sex, like grown-ups do?"

"Yeah, of course. I hear things sometimes. Maybe saw mommy and
daddy doing it a couple times, or figured it must be. Now I know
it was, because he did the same motion as you do."

"You know it's how people make babies?"

"Yeah. And I'm way too young to have a baby."

"But when they get old enough, big girls really want to do it
too. Both men and women kind of go crazy with that thing. Well,
women sometimes. Men a lot. It's sort of a special really
energetic thing to make babies."

"But you know I can't have a baby? So why?"

"Well, the reason we people are made to want to do it is because
it makes babies. But we just want to do it, babies or no babies."
Richard rolled onto his back and sighed. "I'm supposed to find a
grown-up woman, older than your sister, and marry her. And then
I'm supposed to do that to her a lot until she has a baby. Over
and over again, lots of babies. But I'm a weirdo, and I don't
want to do it with a woman. I can't help it. I want to do it with
you. And that's the truth. But since no one understands that, and
no one wants girls your age to do that, and girls your age don't
want to do it -- well, I'm supposed to just never have sex, even
though I want it as much as anyone. Except, well, when people are
really poor like you folks are, then you're willing to do it for
money. Or your mom is willing to make you do it for money."

Emily was silent.

After a minute, he turned towards her again and his hands roamed
over her naked body under the covers once more, but this time
they quickly focused between her legs. His cock got stiff. "And I
want to do it to you again. Are you OK with that? With my doing
it again?"

She nodded.

"And believe it or not as you want, but I'm not trying to be mean
when I do it. I'm feeling like I love you and think you're
special and the most wonderful thing of all would be if you
really wanted it too... Even though that won't happen. It's hard
to explain..."

He was on top of her now, his cock poised at her opening. "Maybe
you'll know when you're older what it feels like to want a penis
to slide into you more than anything -- women do sometimes. And
how I want to slide it into you while thinking the most wonderful
and loving thoughts." He slid it in with a big, contented sigh,
and threw the covers off completely. He held himself up on his
hands and began a smooth, slow in and out motion. "The pleasure
your vagina gives me as my penis goes in and out -- it's
fantastic. Better than a thousand cookies."

Emily gave a quick, genuine smile, though it faded as quickly.

"You're so beautiful, every part of you, but when I'm doing this
I think your vagina is especially fantastic, I must admit. I'd
love to see that desire in your eyes like I'm feeling, but I know
I won't. And partly I'm driven to finish and give you the stuff
that would make a grown woman pregnant, but it feels so good I
want it to last..." He paused and searched her face. "But since I
know you're not enjoying it, I'll finish up pretty soon here...
Oh, Emily, you wonderful girl, light of my life, oh, God, Emily,
oh, oh, OH!" He held his breath as his climax was upon him,
filling little Emily's pussy with seed once more. When he caught
his breath he slid out, and said, "And now your body is all yours
once again."

He thought he caught a glimpse of a smile that wasn't just relief
that it was over.

They dressed. As he cooked, she sat at the table and asked him
more questions, told more stories of the days when she did go to
school, told of a few friends, her big sister -- when she was
mean to her but also when she was nice.

She loved her bacon, scrambled eggs, toast with butter and jam,
and milk. And the seconds she had on everything.

He walked her back the mile and a half to her house and dropped
her off. Emily's mother came out as Emily went in and she spoke
with him in the street.

"Was she a good girl?"

"Very good. A very nice daughter you have."

"Wonderful. I'm glad she makes you happy." Mrs. Smith's
suggestive tone annoyed him, as if all he cared about was fucking
the girl. But of course she'd think that. "Would you like her
again?"

"Again?" He'd love to have her again. "Like next Saturday?"

"Very well."

So for several weeks he had Emily as his overnight Saturday
guest. Compared to his expectations for his sexual life, this was
heaven! Yet once he had this much, he wanted more.

He inquired about visiting her during the week at her dingy
little apartment as well. Mrs. Smith countered that Emily could
walk up to his place for a visit at any time that suited him. So
she came for late afternoon visits once or sometimes twice during
the week and then walked home. And she began walking to and from
his place by herself for the overnight visits too.

Silly and impossible as it was, he wanted even more.

Mrs. Smith sensed it (or at least the lucrative possibility) and
said, "You know, she could even board with you."

Richard was shocked. He supposed it really could be done. There
was the maid -- he'd have to hide Emily somehow when the maid
came. The maid would undoubtedly see little differences around
the house, but she would assume he was having a lady visiting him
sometimes, and he could by subtle hints encourage that view. As
for the money...

"OK, I think that might work!" he said brightly. "Though I'd pay
less... Since I'm feeding her... maybe five dollars a night."

"Eight," said Mrs. Smith.

"OK, it's a deal."

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To go to sleep beside Emily every night, to wake up with her
every morning, and to take his pleasure with her sexually
whenever it pleased him -- this was heaven.

Even nicer in some ways was getting to know her. She readily
opened up with him, talked with him, and shared what was on her
mind. He showed her things and taught her things, and he felt her
gratitude for what he offered her.

Was there any way he could get her interested in the sex?
Realizing he had virtually no sexual experience, Richard made
inquiries of some of his old buddies, and found one idea that
sounded very promising.

Emily was laid out for the taking on his bed.

"Emily, I'm going to try something. They say it might make you
like it more."

And he proceeded to lick her tenderly between the legs, gently,
over and over, with his hands running over hips, thighs, and
stomach.

He thought he picked up an excitement from her breathing. She
squirmed every so slightly.

"You like that?"

"Yes, it feels very nice."

He went back to licking for another couple minutes, then paused.

"Does it get nicer and nicer, like... like it might feel great?"

She looked at him blankly.

Oh, well. He wanted her, so he raised himself up into position
and took her. Her pussy was even slipperier than usual. He looked
for signs of sexual desire as he copulated with her, but he saw
just a pleasant smile, not entirely genuine.

He drove deeper and harder and climaxed -- fabulous as always. He
gradually caught his breath.

"So, before, you said it felt nice."

She nodded.

"Usually people are more enthusiastic when things feel nice."

"I dunno." She shrugged.

He looked at her and waited.

"It's not a kind of nice I like feeling."

Richard smiled. That was a good enough answer. He kissed her on
the forehead. But he was disappointed.

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Emily gained a little weight and began eating the smaller
quantities you'd expect of an ordinary girl her age. She learned
to set the table, wash dishes, chop vegetables and sweep, among
other easy chores.

Richard had made some excuses at the office during his first few
nights with Emily, but on an ongoing basis he did have to go to
work several hours each day.

The question was how to occupy Emily while he was gone. He looked
into enrolling her in school, but couldn't really manage the
logistics. She couldn't read very well at all, and his efforts to
teach her in the evenings were not successful.

Then there were the visits by his maid, three times a week.
Initially he took Emily out on rides, but that cut too severely
into his time at the office. She didn't like having to sit
quietly in the shed out back for hours at a time, and she liked
it less as the weather got cooler. The solution was for her to
walk home for the duration of the visit and then walk back. But
the maid was sometimes delayed, so she had to be away several
hours to be sure she missed her.

Emily reported that her visits home made her realize she missed
it. It made sense. Her family was eating better now, and however
cramped and poor it was, it was a life among her family and it
was the life she knew.

Her mother insisted she stay with Richard.

One day he came home and found Emily had been doodling and
coloring all over the family bible that had been entrusted to his
care. He was furious. When he calmed down, he asked her what she
wanted. She wanted to go home.

That idea made his heart sink. What if they compromised? What if
she got to go home three days a week?

Emily admitted that was an improvement.

So he decreed he didn't want her with him Monday through
Wednesday. He chose those days so she would miss two of the
maid's visits. Mrs. Smith was not pleased. But it was presented
as his choice, not Emily's. Nonetheless Emily reappeared after
the first time away saying she had changed her mind and really,
really wanted to stay all the time. But he could tell her mother
had made her say that. They stuck with the new schedule.

As a way to ease things with Mrs. Smith, he cut his payment by
just 10%, which was less than a proportional reduction.

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Chapter 2

Months passed. And then Mrs. Smith approached him with an idea.

He was suspicious of anything Mrs. Smith said. Although he was
the beneficiary, part of him loathed a woman who would pimp out
her 8-year-old daughter with no regard to how she felt about it
-- not to mention her 14-year-old.

She confessed that Emily had shared with her a bit of what he'd
confided to her, including his parents' strong desire for him to
get married and have children. And it was obvious that having to
keep Emily's presence in his house a secret was a strain on
everyone.

He listened with suspicion to this grand new plan she proposed.
It would clearly be a big improvement for her and her family.
That was obvious. And yet... it made sense for him too. It made a
lot of sense.

Part of him loathed Mrs. Smith. But he also realized he had never
known true hunger and had never worried about being thrown out of
his home to live on the streets.

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Elizabeth looked lovely in her white dress coming down the aisle
on the arm of Richard's brother-in-law. He found it easy enough
to say his vows and kiss the bride -- he liked he well enough.

His parents had been notably upset that he had chosen such a
young girl from a poor family, but by then their standards for a
suitable wife for their son had dropped substantially, and they
had to admit that she was well-positioned in years to provide
many grandchildren. It was no surprise that she didn't have a
birth certificate. They all said she was 16, and she looked like
she could be.

The newlyweds would spend the first few weeks at Richard's modest
bachelor apartment while their new larger home was being prepared
-- Richard's marriage was accompanied by a substantial raise in
salary at the family grocery business so he could afford it.

This new home had modest servants' quarters upstairs. In it would
live the bride's mother Mrs. Smith, who would work as
housekeeper. Her two younger children would live up there with
her. Now they could go to school. There were four bedrooms on the
floor below for Elizabeth and Richard and the children who should
soon grace the home.

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On their wedding night, Elizabeth and Richard retired to the
bedroom of his modest apartment.

"You think you could stand to sleep in the same bed with me?" he
asked.

"I guess so," she answered. "But if you get fresh with me I'll
slap you."

"I reassure you, the idea of physical intimacy with you makes me
feel ill."

"Good. Me too. If I never see another stiff cock in my life it
will be too soon." When Liz had initially propositioned him on
that fateful day, under duress from her mother, she really had
been a virgin. But she had worked off and on as a prostitute
before Richard started paying for Emily's services on a regular
basis. Emily had confided to him that though she didn't like sex,
Liz really, really hated sex with strange men.

"There, that's settled then."

"When we're trying to make children, you can give me your seed
separately, right? After it's already come out."

"Yes, I'm sure we can manage that. Like we talked about."

They slept beside each other, wearing nightclothes. Richard
mostly contrasted this big, womanly girl with his angel Emily.
But it wasn't bad sleeping beside another person, especially one
who shared his bed with everyone's approval.

In the morning, she said, "Should I slice my finger and spread
the blood on the sheets?"

"Oh, dear, I don't believe that is necessary."

Liz looked at the bed they had both just vacated. "So this is
where you keep screwing my little sister -- this bed?"

"Heavens, that is a vile accusation. If you weren't a lady, I
would have to challenge you to a duel." Then he paused. "But
seriously, Liz. You do know I feel kind of bad about it. It is a
sore subject for me. So I hope you won't talk about it like that
again."

"Oh, OK," said Liz. "I can see that."

They looked at each other. In some ways this was a sham marriage,
but in some ways it wasn't.

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They all settled into the new house.

For the benefit of Johnny, Liz kept her clothes in the marital
bedroom and acted like she lived there. Emily similarly kept all
her things in the small room upstairs. Yet at night they swapped
positions.

The initial plan for getting Liz pregnant was the simplest. He
would ejaculate where he wanted to, inside Emily, and she would
fish it out and transfer it to Liz.

Four months passed.

Liz said, "Mr. James, I believe we need to come up with a
different solution. Perhaps you put the seed too deep inside her,
or perhaps her finger is too short."

"I confess it surely is shorter than my phallus."

"In any event, she has hardly been able to retrieve anything from
inside her body that would be of use to me."

"It doesn't take much."

"It's been four months already."

"True."

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Richard was fully inserted in Emily, pounding away in the sexy
little dear -- who smiled up at him.

"Remember, you've got to pull out," she said.

That had been the plan the night before, but he just hadn't been
able to stop himself in time. By the time he knew he was going to
come, he'd figured just one more thrust -- but then it was too
late.

So now he pulled out and lay on his back. By arrangement, Emily
sat on his thighs, legs spread wide so her pussy was on display,
clearly having been used recently. She stroked his balls gently
with one hand while she rubbed his penis up and down, not so
gently.

"I wish I was going to get it all in MY pussy," she said with an
impish grin.

Seconds later Richard sighed and came, sperm spewing onto his
chest.

As the last glob oozed from his tip, Emily giggled. "I've never
seen that before." She got some on her finger and sniffed it with
curiosity, then transferred it with her finger to the small glass
dish on the bedside table, then repeated until the dish held a
respectable blob of milky goo.

She rose and put on her nightgown. When Richard continued to lie
in bed, she said, "Come now, dear brother-in-law, your magic
potion works best when fresh, they say."

"True, true," sighed Richard as he got up and put on his own
nightshirt.

The two crept downstairs to the master bedroom.

"Where is it?" asked Liz, looking at their four empty hands.

"Up on the bedside table," said Richard.

Liz brushed past them and he could hear her climbing the stairs
quickly to the room where she would spend the rest of the night.

He and Emily stripped and settled into the master bed. He liked
to sleep naked with his Emily, and she was OK with it. In the
morning, he started fondling Emily and his cock rose. He was
interested.

"Now, now, that's not such a good idea, is it?" said the
reasonable Emily, who had the benefit of feeling no carnal
yearning. "You're supposed to save all your seed for your wife."

He sighed. "I could just mate with you for an hour but keep the
seed inside."

"Do you think that would work?"

"It did last night, didn't it?"

"I guess."

He sighed. "But... well, I knew that after I pulled out I would
at least get the release of orgasm very soon. And that wouldn't
work this time."

"Sounds right," said Emily.

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Months passed.

Liz sat on her side of the bed, Richard on his. He knew that she
was wearing a sanitary pad.

"We have to find a better way," she said. "Like maybe spurting it
right here in the same room with me."

"I don't want to do that. You're not sexy. I'd feel like a lab
animal." He thought. "Maybe if Emily was there with us..."

Liz looked horrified. "That's perverted! Like a threesome?"

"It was just an idea." Emily had not been thrilled when he'd
mentioned it to her either, but she was used to doing her duty
and hadn't objected.

Liz said, "You know, there is one way to get the seed right where
it goes. To get all of it way up inside instead of most of it
rubbing off on the walls on the way in."

"Ewwww. You swore you'd never want a penis anywhere near you
again."

"Well, I know. But this is kind of a special situation, don't you
think?"

"For you, I guess. All you have to do is lie there. For me, I
have to get in a certain mood, you know, have to feel good about
it at a gut level."

"Yeah, I know," sighed Liz.

Richard was thoughtful. "You used to look like Emily, right?"

"Our faces?"

"No, your bodies. You used to have no breasts, and no hair, and
skinny little hips?"

"Well, of course."

"I wish there were pictures... Maybe, could you possibly pretend
you were young again?"

"Pretend I'm Emily?"

"No, pretend you're Liz, just a younger Liz."

"Maybe." They were silent a while. With a shrug, she rose and
went upstairs.

Emily came down a minute later.

"We gotta find a way that you and Liz can make a baby," she said.

"I suppose we do," said Richard. Emily slipped out of her
nightgown and slid into bed naked. "But right now, there's no way
my seed can do any good anywhere. I see the girl I love, and I
want to fuck her."

"That's a naughty word."

"Of course it's a naughty word. I'm a naughty man. And for a lot
more than using naughty words."

Emily looked sympathetic as she lay back on the bed, legs spread
wide.

Richard mounted and aimed his cock, then hesitated. "You're, what
-- nine years old?"

"That's what we think. But heck, if Emily is 16 maybe I'm 11 or
even 12?"

Richard gave a sad smile.

Emily said, "Richard?"

"Yeah?" he said with a sigh.

"Go ahead. Fuck me. Fuck me hard and deep and have a really good
time." She reached up to nibble his ear.

Richard smiled. He fucked her hard and deep and had a really good
time.

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Richard wore his blindfold.

"Uh oh," said the little voice of a 6-year-old, as a small hand
caressed his penis. "I know what happens when this thing gets big
and stiff."

"What happens, dear?"

"You want to get naughty with it. You always do."

"I'll try to be good this time, I promise."

The small hand kept caressing. "A little girl's private parts are
supposed to stay private."

"Yeah, I know. But they are so exciting. Maybe just one more
time, then I'll be good?"

"You're bad."

"Oh, be a nice girl, lie back and spread your legs wide and let
me get at your private parts."

"I shouldn't. You're very naughty."

"Yes, very naughty. Now help me be naughty."

He mounted, feeling thighs against thighs. The small hand aimed
his cock. He pushed.

"Ooof!" said the little girl voice. "You're so big. Such a big
thingy for such a little girl."

"It fits, honey. Don't worry." He pumped in and out.

"You're a bad, bad man. You're not going to make peepee, are you?
Not that? Not peepee in a little innocent girl? That would be
very, very naughty!"

"Oh, I'm afraid I am, you naughty little girl!" he panted, and
seconds later lunged, shoving his cock deep. He gasped.

He slid out and lay on his back, panting. He didn't remove the
blindfold.

"Naughty, naughty, naughty!" said a voice that now didn't sound
quite so much like a little girl.

He could feel her rise from the bed, heard some swishing of
cloth, and heard her disappear. A minute later there were
approaching footsteps, a closing door, more swishing of cloth,
and then small hands removed his blindfold.

"Did you make naughty in my pussy?" said Emily.

"Not yours, I'm afraid. Maybe your little sister's."

Emily laughed.

"Oh, come here, Emily, and let me stick my middle finger way up
into your pussy, since my cock is limp and tired for now... Mmmm,
that's nice."

Emily played with his hair -- his head hair. "You know, you're
nice. You think a lot about penises and vaginas. A whole lot. But
with you and Liz trying to make a baby, and it not being so easy,
I can really see why a lot better. Ejaculating in vaginas is
really important."

"The right vaginas, that is," sighed Richard.

"Even so, even so... Vaginas and penises... It's important."

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Chapter 3

Richard's sperm delivered the old-fashioned way, deep in Liz's
vagina, did the trick.

Three years passed. A baby was born, and another was well along.

Emily said maybe she'd like that thing he'd tried with his tongue
when she was younger. She did. She liked it a lot. She came. She
ooh'ed and aah'ed when he thrust inside her, and once she had a
second orgasm that way. Richard liked that.

One pubic hair didn't mean much, it was just a hair. Neither did
two or three. But a whole forest of downy fuzz? That was hard to
miss. And there were her nipples, not just standing out but
really standing out, little mounds forming beneath them. And when
he looked at her walk, he could tell her hips weren't those of a
little girl any more.

He loved Emily. She didn't change much from day to day. Surely
she couldn't be sexy one day and after some tiny change be not
sexy the day after?

So he kept licking to give her orgasms and fucking her to get his
own orgasms. What changed was how he felt about it. Instead of
terrifically exciting it was just pleasant. Then just OK. And
then it felt more like a chore. When he said he wasn't interested
sometimes, Emily seemed actively disappointed.

"You realize we haven't done it in two weeks?" said Emily one
morning.

"No, is that so?"

"I miss it."

"Yeah," he said. "I know. I love you, and I'm trying to be good,
but... it's hard."

"It's not fair," said Emily. "Just when I start getting
interested, you stop being interested."

"Yeah, not fair," said Richard. "You're looking more and more
like my wife all the time."

"Thanks a lot!"

"I didn't mean now, when she's pregnant. Not that. You know what
I mean."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," said Emily, sounding defeated.

After weeks of celibacy, Emily said she'd rather sleep upstairs
by herself. She said he could make do sharing his bed with his
own wife. And he couldn't argue with her.

They sat side by side on the bed. "Oh, Emily, you know I love
you. I always will."

"Yeah, I know that. Just not in the right way any more."

"Not in the right way. I suppose you'll want to date boys."

"Not yet," she said, but looked down.

"But there's one you have a crush on."

"Maybe."

"Part of me will be jealous, but that's awfully unfair of me,
isn't it?"

"Yeah. I mean, I think I understand, but it wouldn't be fair."

"I guess I bought your company, didn't I? I certainly bought the
sex. First directly, and then by marrying your sister. I guess
it's worked out well in some ways."

"Yeah, it has," said Emily, but then she looked at him earnestly.
"But I really loved you too, you know? Like a father, I guess?
For all you taught me and were friendly and kind."

"Even while I was screwing you morning and night?"

"Even while you were screwing me morning and night."

"But now it's not just like a father."

"Right. That's the problem. It's complicated."

"Yes, it's complicated.

Late in high school, Emily started dating. Boys were interested,
as were men. Mostly poor men with uncertain prospects. It turned
out that once more it was his money that could help her out. When
she was 18, he provided a substantial dowry, and Emily married
well. The husband never learned of Emily's sex-filled youth. She
came back to visit them all with husband and children. Richard
was happy in a way, but found himself making excuses to keep his
participation in the visits brief. It was complicataed.

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A year passed from the time Emily abandoned Richard's bed.

His father had started easing out of the business, and Richard
was taking over more of the work. But now he found himself
staring off into space, conjuring up memories of the Emily he had
first fallen in love with and the Emily of now -- growing into a
woman just like she should. And he loved her. He certainly
couldn't be mad at her. Without her he'd have never known love.
Without her older sister (and her mother's vision) he would never
have had the blessing of children.

Liz was a natural and attentive mother. Richard made time for his
kids too. And along with the occasional help of her mother, Liz
also had the benefit of a part-time nanny -- a luxury her mother
could never have dreamed of.

He had so much to be thankful for.

And yet he found himself staring off into space, not taking
initiative to find new customers, not being attentive to
complaints from the old. The business began to suffer. He
confessed to his wife, and the news soon reached her mother.

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One day Mrs. Smith said she wanted to show him something
upstairs. When he entered the room behind her, there was a girl
of perhaps six, brown hair and bright brown eyes, in a pretty
yellow dress, looking nervous.

"Mr. James, this is Sarah. Can you say hi to Mr. James, Sarah?"

Mrs. Smith looked meaningfully at the little girl, who said,
"Hello Mr. James. Can you read me a story?"

"Uh, what... who is she?" said Richard.

"Never mind that now, I'll explain later," she said.

She was a charming girl. His older children were both boys, and
his daughter was a small infant. He hadn't had anything to do
with small girls in a long time.

He sat back in the big chair, and the girl snuggled up beside
him. Mrs. Smith left.

He read, and she listened attentively. It wasn't such a long
book, and half an hour later he was finished.

Mrs. Smith hadn't gone far away, and she returned and ushered the
little girl out. Emily appeared to take the girl away and then
her mother spoke.

"You know, you found us when we were very poor. But we weren't
the only poor family in the city. There are lots of poor
families, very poor families that are just making it or maybe not
making it at all. And some of them have little girls who are
hungry. Did you find Sarah attractive?"

Richard sighed. "Yes, very attractive."

"Girls have different personalities, you know. Emily did OK with
being your little lover. Some girls would do a lot worse. Some
would do better. Emily and I know how to spot the good ones
pretty well. For a reasonable price, you could have Sarah."

"The house is going to get crowded, don't you think?"

"Just as a visitor, maybe just once if that's all you want."

"What's the price?"

"Don't mind that. It can come out of household expenses easily
enough. And when you want to go all the way that can be arranged
too."

"How do you do that, anyway?"

Mrs. Smith smiled. "Family secret."

The practical questions answered, Richard had to face the
emotional significance of what was proposed. He sighed and his
face burned. "I'm a pervert. A fucking pervert. And here you are
helping me ruin more little girls."

"You are a very kind man, you know. I figured that out very early
on with Emily. Yes, you wanted her for sex, but you were very
kind. No other man has ever been as kind to her. Emily is not
going to be ruined."

He nodded.

"Some other little girl... It would be good for you, but it could
be good for her too, and not just the money."

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Little Sarah was easier with the whole thing that Emily had been.
He could tell she didn't mind when he caressed her all over, and
didn't mind when he lay her down on her back, naked, with legs
spread wide.

Lust surged within him as he saw her below him, and he realized
just how much he'd been compromising to have sex with Emily that
last year and a half. Sarah's eyes went wide when his penis first
entered her, but she also giggled.

Satisfied that she really didn't mind, he gave in completely to
his lust, fucked her hard and fast and deep, and growled when he
came in her pussy. She just looked interested.

His urgent desire satisfied, his more ordinary interest in her
came to the fore. He gave her a snack, read her a story, played a
game and tried to get her to talk about her life. But she didn't
open up much. What she loved was cuddling in his arms as he sat
in the big chair. That was just fine with him. He spent an hour
and a half with her after the initial twenty minutes of sex.

When he suggested at their third meeting that he'd like to lick
her between the legs, she thought that sounded OK. She loved how
it felt. She kept telling him not to stop, and after half an hour
she had an orgasm. And then she looked downright content when he
plowed her pussy, as he explained that sliding it in and out of
her made him feel good the way she'd just felt good.

At their fourth meeting, Richard's tongue brought Sarah to a
bigger orgasm, faster. She said it felt kind of nice when his
thing was going in and out of her too.

But then Mrs. Smith reported that Sarah wasn't available any
more. Her father had managed to get a job, so the family
situation wasn't desperate any more.

Richard was sad. Very sad. He realized he had started loving her.
But after further thought, he couldn't afford that. Besides, no
one would ever replace Emily.

Sarah was gone. But Mrs. Smith was not through yet.

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Katy had blue eyes and curly brown hair, and appeared in a dress
that was white with red flowers, wearing no socks or shoes. She
was seven.

He motioned her over to where he sat on the bed. His fingers
traced over her arms and neck, and the red dress where it covered
her stomach, and then her chest.

"Are you OK with this?" he asked, aroused and desperately hoping
she was.

She nodded and even smiled.

"Oh, dear," he said, his hand sliding up under the dress to feel
bare girl slit with no panties. "Oh, dear, oh dear..."

He whipped off his trousers and underpants to reveal a stiff
organ.

"I'm... I'm going to stick this up inside of your private
parts... You really don't mind?"

She looked at it and gulped, then smiled. "It's OK," she said
softly. "It will fit."

She got the idea to lie down and spread her legs. His hand rubbed
her gently but fast -- but not for long. He lowered his head and
licked -- but only for a few seconds. He wanted her!

He mounted, aimed, and shoved. She was tight but it went in. She
was also hot and wet. She looked calm.

"Oh, my God, I can't believe how much I want this!" he said,
forcing his cock in more and more. His pubic bone met hers. It
was almost symmetric, though his was hairy and hers oh so smooth.
Below, mostly out of sight, was the very opposite of symmetry.
His phallus was extended deep inside the girl's receiving tube.

He pounded in and out fast and hard, looking at the lovely girl
face and the dress that was all mussed up, the lower part raised
to her middle.

"Oh, Katy, Katy, Katy!" he groaned, as he reached heaven and
dirtied Katy's innards with his pulses of sticky goo. He lay down
on her, though holding most of his own weight, while he caught
his breath.

"Did I do OK?" she asked tentatively.

"Oh, you did just great!" he said, sliding off to her right side,
kissing her cheek over and over.

They snuggled for a while, then he smoothed her dress down, sat
up, then dressed.

"You want a snack?" he asked.

She nodded eagerly, and he served her milk and cookies.

He showed her some dolls, and she liked them. While she played,
he asked her about her life. Bit by bit, her story emerged of
hard times, poverty, three little brothers, living crammed into a
small space in her uncle's house, her disapproving, strict aunt
-- and her mother's reluctance to intervene because they were
charity relatives with no other place to go.

He read her a story, and then another one, and then it was time
for Katy to go.

At their next meeting his hand once again slid quickly under her
dress. This time he was a bit more patient, and got her small
child's body spread out, naked, with every inch of her perfect
smooth skin exposed. He then set about licking her between the
legs. She didn't mind, but didn't warm to it the way Sarah had.

That was OK. He mounted her and pressed his cock home. He fucked
her for ten minutes, then another ten, and another after that. It
felt so good, and Katy seemed kind of interested in his reaction,
rather than bored or uncomfortable. Finally, at 45 minutes, his
cock got stiffer, his thrusts faster, the itch in his loins built
more and more, and once again he reached nirvana, looking down at
the smooth, perfect body and the base of his penis shaft where it
disappeared up between her legs. Inside that penis, out of sight,
ribbons of sperm shot through and surged forth from his tip, way
up inside dear little Katy.

He had fruit and cheese and bread for her, more dolls, a
dollhouse, and more books.

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Sarah wanted to come back. She had convinced her mother she
really wanted to see the nice Mr. James again, and her mother
realized she could definitely use the extra income.

Richard never dreamt of saying no. He would be sure to keep his
feelings in check -- to not start falling in love again.

But his older boy Marvin had already caught sight of the
mysterious girls who were ushered quietly into the servants'
entrance. Now there would be two. Shuttling them back and forth
was a logistical nuisance.

Mrs. Smith's solution was for him to rent a small apartment right
by the poor section of the city, an easy walk for the girls. And
Richard was naturally out of the house plenty anyway, so his
absence was not noted.

Late afternoon was his usual time.

One day Katy found a pair of panties behind the bed that she knew
were not hers. Richard admitted that there was another little
girl that came sometimes to see him.

"Do you stick your penis in her vagina too?"

"Yes, I have to admit I do. I love it so much, and I am very fond
of both of you."

"Can I meet her?"

"Oh, I don't see why you'd want to do that."

Katy hesitated. "I'd kind of like to know someone else who does
the same thing."

"No."

Richard was firm in his refusal, but on her next visit Katy
raised the issue again -- while he was lying on top of her,
thrusting in and out urgently. He said maybe -- he didn't really
want to be distracted from the fantastic sensations he was
getting, his pleasure that was building and building.

Katy was obsessed with the idea, and he wanted to give her what
she wanted, if it was at all reasonable. She was giving so much
to him. First he checked the idea out with Sarah, who was also
excited by the idea.

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Richard arranged for Sarah to arrive first, and took his pleasure
in her girliness. He left a mess of manly goop up inside her and
felt totally satisfied. Katy arrived half an hour later, and he
let her in.

The two girls sized each other up, but quickly warmed to each
other.

He served snack and they played with the dolls. Then they started
whispering.

"Hey, none of that!" said Richard. "You got to meet each other,
but no secrets from me, OK?"

Katy looked at him, then at Sarah, then said quietly, "So, does
he stick it in you too?"

"Yeah. Every time. He does it to you too?"

"Yeah, when I first get here. He sticks it in and goes in and out
and then gets all happy and stops."

Richard was a little embarrassed, but also fascinated.

"Me, too! Does he lick you down there first?"

"He did once, but he said it was just for me and I didn't like it
so much."

"Oh, I like it a lot. A whole lot! I get this good wavy feeling,
and he says that's how he feels too when he finishes up."

"Oh? Maybe I should try it again."

"My mom was all sad when she told me about this new job I had
here, and she made it sound so awful I was really nervous."

"Me too!"

"But it wasn't bad at all, and then it was fun! When daddy got a
job she said I didn't have to do it any more.... But I kept
missing it -- the snacks and the dolls, and Mr. James himself,
how he hugs me as long as I want!"

"Look, he's blushing."

Sarah giggled. "And that thing he does with his tongue. I didn't
tell my mom about that! But anyway, she let me come back."

Katy said, "Did he do it to you already? Poke his thing in your
vagina?"

"Yeah, before you came."

"Oh," said Katy. She looked at Richard. "Are you going to do it
to me?"

"With Sarah here? That's not proper." But then, none of this was
remotely proper.

Sarah said, "I'd like to see!"

Richard shook his head.

Katy said, "Hey, I've got an idea! Let's pretend! You pretend
you're him, and I'll be me."

"OK!"

"Girls, girls..." said Richard disapprovingly. But his cock was
growing in his pants.

"No, it will be fun!" said Sarah.

The two raced to the bedroom and stripped. Richard followed
behind and watched from the doorway. They hesitated a moment as
they looked at each other, naked.

"Can I see inside?" asked Sarah.

Sarah held her lips aside to show her inner vulva and vaginal
opening.

Katy did the same.

Sarah said, "Looks pretty much the same."

Katy nodded, then got up on the bed, legs spread wide.

Sarah climbed up onto the bed too. "He'd kiss and lick me down
there, but I don't want to..." She made a face.

"Well, he wouldn't to me, so that's OK. I wouldn't want to
either." They looked at each other's sour faces and then laughed.

Sarah happily got in mounting position. "I don't have a thing, so
I can't stick it in," she giggled.

Katy giggled too. "That's OK. It's make believe."

Sarah lowered her pelvis to where his would be, and then began
wiggling it. "Ah, ooo, that feels so good, Sarah -- I mean Katy.
Nnnh, nnnh, nnnnh...." And then a while later, it's, "Oooo, yes,
yes, oh Katy, Katy, Katy, mmmmm, Aaaaahhhhh!" She held her pelvis
still and her body tense, just like he'd do, then relaxed and
kissed Katy on the cheeks, then rolled off.

Richard was filled with lust. What the heck... He was paying for
this. He ditched his trousers and underpants, then his shirt too
so he was naked.

Katy saw. "Ooooo! There it is!"

"Yeah! He can do the thingy part that I can't! I wanna see."

Katy was smiling now -- more than when they were doing it alone.

Richard mounted.

Sarah said, "Oooo, I get to see it going in!" and moved her face
in to peer at the man genitals and girl genitals as he prepared
to engage them.

He pressed and slid his tip in.

"Oooo, that's so cool!" said Sarah as his length disappeared into
Katy, stroke by stroke.

Katy said, "It always feels so BIG inside. Does it feel big to
you?"

"Yes! Really big!"

Katy's vagina was as hot, wet, and tight as ever.

But Sarah... he was paying for Sarah too.

"Sarah, can you sit up above Katy's head, legs spread wide
apart.... Now hold yourself open."

"Ooooo, so you can think about going in and out of me too?"

Richard nodded sheepishly.

"Would you do both of us at the same time if you had two
thingies?" said Katy. Both girls laughed.

"Yes, yes I would!" said Richard, pumping in and out of Katy.
"Can you stick your own finger in and move it in and out, and
pretend it's me?"

"Sure," said Sarah, sliding her middle finger in and out.

Katy twisted her neck to see, and laughed. "This sure is
naughty!"

It was a thrilling word. Richard pounded harder into Katy, with
more urgency. "Oh, Katy, Sarah, Katy, Sarah, oh, oh,
aaaaahhhhhh!"

"He did it! He finished!" said Sarah. "I can always tell."

"Yeah, me too!"

Richard let himself slide out.

"And there it is, all slimy with those white streaks."

Richard had never suggested a girl lick his cock, and no girl had
ever offered. He had their vaginas, and that was what really
mattered to him.

"Here, I'll wipe it off," said Sarah, reaching for the cloth they
kept by the side of the bed just for the purpose of wiping up the
liquids of sex.

Richard lay on the center of the bed, and the two girls quickly
figured out what he wanted, and one lay on each side of him,
snuggled up tight.

After a few minutes, Sarah said, "Can we go play with the dolls?"

"Sure," said Richard. "That would be just fine."

So the two girls dressed and returned to playing with his cool
toys.

Richard lazed another minute or two, then dressed and went out to
join them.

As darkness fell, they all prepared to leave.

"Next time, can we come together?" asked Katy.

"Well, I'm only paying so much," said Richard.

"Oh, that's OK, I'll come more and you can pay the same!"

"Yeah, me too!" said Sarah.

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The next day they arrived at the same time.

As usual, Richard was horny and wanted to relieve his sexual
desire first, so he led Sarah into the bedroom. Katy was eager to
follow.

Katy watched while he licked Sarah, and seemed intrigued when she
eventually shuddered with orgasm. Then Katy peered up close while
his cock went into Sarah's pussy. And then she in turn got up
above Sarah's head with legs spread, but then she had another
idea. She got up on her knees, straddling Sarah's head, held
herself open and slid her finger in and out.

With Richard holding himself up over Sarah, Katy's privates were
quite near his face, and he reached forward to lick her.

Both girls thought that was hilarious. He even poked his tongue
into her pussy a couple times, but the angle was wrong. Katy
returned to fucking her little tiny finger in and out of her
pussy, while down below Richard fucked his large penis in and out
of Sarah's. It ended as usual with his ecstasy and release.

And then he and the girls had a snack and played for an hour and
a half. Both girls wanted a long goodbye hug.

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"Doris wants to join the club too," said Sarah.

"The club?"

"Yeah, the club here. This is the clubhouse."

"But what about..."

"Yeah, she knows that part of it is you stick your penis in her,
but she still wants to do it!"

"Oh, but about money?"

"Oh. We didn't mention money," said Katy. "To us it's just a
club. But it's a cool club because you don't pay any dues."

Sarah said, "Except if you think about getting penis poke-poke as
dues."

"I don't," said Katy.

"Me neither."

Richard said, "So from now on it's just a club?"

"Yeah!"

And he said, "She has to see Mrs. Smith first."

"Oh, yeah, to do her magic thing with her vagina."

Richard said, "Well, she also has to see if Doris is suitable."

"She's pretty," said Katy.

These girls knew more than he gave them credit for. "You know you
two are both the most gorgeous little girls? Very lovely."

They both looked down shyly.

Richard continued to quietly pay Sarah's and Katy's mothers but
they all agreed not to mention it to the girls.

Doris had long blond hair and blue eyes -- a very Scandinavian
look. She acted excited to receive his penis in her vagina. She
didn't get aroused like Sarah, but she loved the idea of it.

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Richard accepted Ruth into the club, a relatively quiet
dark-haired girl with big brown eyes. She too looked excited as
she pulled down her panties and spread her legs, contemplating
the approach of Richard's stiff organ. Her vagina received the
intrusion with the most perfect grace and ease, and Ruth herself
just said, "Oooooo!" with great curiosity. Richard marveled once
more at this sort of reaction to his most fundamental fantasy.
Most of his life he would have been sure it was impossible. Being
the sort of man he was, he thrust into her girlish cavity with
increasing enthusiasm and lust and pulsed sperm way up inside her
while his pure pleasure relaxed into total satisfaction.

The four girls sat around the table playing cards. Richard had a
naughty idea. Naked, with penis small and innocent, he crawled
under the table. "Don't mind me," he said, though of course the
girls were very curious. Four faces, tilted between sideways and
upside down, looked at him.

"No, no, don't look!" he said. "I'm just going to... explore. And
if I touch you don't tell what you feel."

The girls went back to their game, and Richard just looked
around. He had the bottom half of four different beautiful girls
to look at and appreciate. When their attention was mostly back
in the game, he moved from looking to touching.

Katy giggled as Richard massaged her bare feet. Sarah squirmed as
he slid his fingers down into her sock to massage her heel.

Richard heard Ruth say, "Ooooo!" as he slid his fingers up
between her thighs under her dress. She naturally spread her legs
a bit to let him finish his pilgrimage to her panties.

"Is Mr. James being naughty?" asked Sarah, feigning a
disapproving tone.

"A bit, perhaps," said Ruth as his fingers reached inside the
panty crotch to stroke her tender lips.

When he turned to Doris, she was sitting forward on her seat,
legs spread wide. He lifted her loose dress to see she had no
panties on, her slit open a bit given how she sat. He put his
fingers in his mouth to get them wet, then approached the sacred
slit and began massaging, wetting his fingers several times to
moisten everything. Doris said nothing. He reached forward and
began licking. Doris squirmed just a little.

"Who's he playing with now?" asked Sarah.

"Me," said Doris calmly.

Richard soaked up the essence of her girlish nature, his cock
hard and throbbing. Her initial posture was an act of invitation,
and now she was wet and hot and ever so sexy.

"I've got to borrow Doris for a bit," he said from beneath the
table. He then put one hand firmly under an upper thigh, another
behind her back, and pushed her chair backward with his feet. He
lifted the unsupported Doris down under the table.

The other three girls shrieked with laughter as Doris disappeared
from sight, and the other three looked under the table.

"No, no, keep playing!" insisted Richard, and they reluctantly
sat upright again.

He eased Doris down under the table. The hand on her thigh guided
her and he stuck her pussy opening right over his cock and then
let her down, the intruder sliding up into the girl, who gave a
wide-eyed look of shock and amusement. She sat on his lap facing
him, hands resting on his shoulders, looking into his eyes. Under
her rumpled dress, out of sight, she was impaled on his cock.

Richard was unable to thrust with his hips, so he lifted Doris up
just a little and then let her slide back down. It was a tiny
motion, but enough to move her tight pussy up a few millimeters
on his cock. When he released her she slid back down deliciously.
He paused, then repeated.

Doris smiled and leaned forward to bring her lips to his ear.
"You're very naughty," she said. "You want me to move up and
down?" She demonstrated, going up a full inch and back down.

He shook his head. His tiny motion, repeated 4 times a minute,
was so exciting in its own minimalist way.

"Hey, it's Doris's turn," came the comment from the other three.

"Sorry, Doris is busy," said Richard. The three girls giggled and
snickered and began talking. The minutes went by. Richard wasn't
approaching climax. He was just having a wonderful time. The
delicious waiting, then the teasing pleasure.

"We want to finish the game!" said Sarah plaintively.

Richard had an idea.

"OK," he said, then whispered his plan to Doris, who smiled and
lifted herself clear and sat to the side.

He crawled up and sat on Doris's chair, glistening cock still
stiff and eager.

Doris emerged, dress smoothed down, and then sat on Richard's lap
facing the table. But she then lifted herself and he guided her
and set her back down on his cock, the dress hiding the action
from view.

The other three girls could easily tell what was actually going
on, and giggled. "Oh, Mr. James, you are just so terribly
naughty!" said Katy.

Doris picked up her cards again and made a play.

Richard lifted her up an inch and let her back down.

Sarah played a card, and then Katy.

Richard lifted Doris and let her drop again, over and over.

Many minutes later, Doris put down her last card. "I won!" she
said.

"Darn!" said Sarah.

All four girls looked at Richard.

"Oh, God, I can't stand it!" he said. "Everyone into the
bedroom... Panties off, spread your legs..."

They followed him in and stripped naked, then lay back on the
bed.

He mounted Sarah and forced his cock into her exposed slit, her
vagina opening smoothly to accept him. He thrust in and out, over
and over. "You're so sexy, I want to do it in you!"

"OK, that's good!" said Sarah.

"But I want you too!" he said, abruptly pulling out and mounting
Katy, once more forcing his cock between her girl lips but
finding that her vagina opened smoothly to give him a very sexy
embrace. He thrust in and out. "Go ahead, let it out," said Katy.
"You'll feel much better."

"But I want you too!" he said, disengaging and mounting Ruth. He
humped forward with his cock five times but it didn't engage
right away. Ruth guided him to the right place and he surged into
her too, and pounded in and out in a frenzy.

"I want to ejaculate in all of you, all right now!"

"Oh," said Sarah. "Hmm, I wonder how that would work."

Ruth said, "Maybe you could make one squirt in me, then hold it,
quick stick it in Sarah and let go another squirt, and so on?"

"Doesn't work," panted Richard. "Once I start squirting, it's all
got to happen right away."

"Well, so it's kind of like desserts? You want a slice of every
pie, but you're too full after one and have to wait for the next
meal to have another?" Ruth said.

"Ha! I guess he's too empty, not too full!" said Katy, and the
girls giggled.

Sarah sat up, folded her arms, and glowered at Richard. "Mr.
James, you're being very unreasonable! You've got to pick one
vagina. Just one, you hear? You can squirt in the others later,
but now it's got to be just one! Pick any one you want, but pick
one!" Her amusement showed through her attempt to be stern.

"No, no, I want you all, right now!" moaned Richard, thrusting
hard into Ruth.

"I'll decide for you, if you can't make up your mind!" said
Doris. "Me. You pull out of Ruth right this minute and do it in
me!"

Richard hesitated, then obeyed. He plunged into Doris and pressed
in deep, then deeper, then as deep as he could.

The other three girls got up and hid their private parts to limit
the temptation.

Ruth and Sarah stood on one side beside him, Katy on the other.

"Go ahead, finish her up!" said Ruth quietly.

"Yeah, give her your squirts. Really deep!" said Katy.

Sarah whispered, "You naughty man... peepee in her pussy!"

The three standing girls giggled and Doris smiled and nodded.

Richard groaned and thrust ten more times, impossibly hard and
deep, and then shouted as his body spewed out sperm way up in
Doris.

"Ooooo, that must have felt *good*!" said Sarah.

"Good boy," said Katy. The others nodded and murmured their
approval.

Richard pulled out and flopped on his back, chest heaving.

"Sorry -- sorry, sorry," he said when he caught his breath.

"For what?" asked Doris.

"So much sex. Dragging everyone into it. You can all go play
now."

"It's OK," said Katy. "You get to play your games too!"

The others nodded their agreement. Sarah snuggled up against his
left side, Doris against his right. Katy let herself down on top
of him, but Ruth nudged her to the side so she could lie on him
too. He was being hugged by four girls at once.

"We love our Mr. James!" said Ruth, kissing his cheek. The other
girls agreed and soon he had four girl heads kissing him, soft
hair brushing him this way and that, warm bodies below.

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The club was about to initiate a fifth member. The girls mostly
came to the clubhouse in pairs, but they all wanted to be there
for the initiation of Lisa, the fifth member. He'd initiated
Doris and Ruth in private, but the girls really wanted to be
there for Lisa, so he relented. No one had to join the club,
after all. And he would find it hot.

"Here she is, here she is!"

Lisa walked in, wearing a pretty red dress. Lisa herself was
blond and blue-eyed, with a round face and a little ski-jump
nose. Very, very pretty.

"You ready to be initiated?" asked Sarah solemnly.

Lisa nodded.

"It's very naughty," said Katy. "You promise not to tell?"

"Promise," said Lisa. They all knew that she knew what was
coming. Mrs. Smith had prepared her for this too, as she had all
the others.

"He's going to touch you up under your dress. More than touch. A
lot more!" said Doris.

Lisa nodded, gulping.

"Let's get these shoes and socks off."

"Did you wear panties?"

Lisa nodded.

Katy looked at Richard, who said quietly, "Yeah, off."

Sarah gently palpated the front of Richard's pants. "Oooo, it's
getting stiff. Stiff and hot and ready to initiate you!"

They led the girl to the bedroom and laid her out with dress
smoothed down, decent.

Richard entered, naked and fully aroused.

All the girls looked at his phallus. "Ooooooo," said Doris, then
turned to Lisa. "You scared?"

"A little," said Lisa.

Richard knelt down below Lisa and lightly caressed her arms,
tummy, and chest, but as usual it was her hidden vagina that drew
him most strongly.

He put his hand on Lisa's knee, but Sarah grabbed it.

"Last chance, Lisa," she said. "If you let him do this you are a
very naughty girl. You ready?"

Lisa nodded, Sarah released the hand and Richard slid it up under
the thighs to feel her bare privates.

The other girls whispered excitedly.

"Take the dress off," said Richard quietly.

All the girls, including Lisa, quickly cooperated to make it
disappear.

"You're so naughty, letting a man see you naked," said Katy.

Richard saw what he wanted and spread her legs to get a closer
look. He spread the lips, he felt with his fingers, probed her
vagina, and gently rubbed on her clit.

"Are you just going to let him play with your privates like
that?" asked Doris.

Lisa gave a small nod, and Richard moved up into mounting
position.

There was silence as he engaged, and a series of little gasps as
he worked his shaft in. Vaginas felt pretty much the same, but to
do a new one was very special, thought Richard.

"You're so naughty. You're not a virgin any more," said Sarah.
"How does it feel?"

"Big," said Lisa, looking a bit relieved.

Richard pounded in and out, his eyes taking in the beauty of
Lisa, his cock somehow feeling even more satisfied than usual to
be in the vagina of a beautiful girl.

But after five minutes, he didn't want to hold off any more.

"He's gonna shoot you full of goo," said Sarah.

Lisa nodded.

Richard's ecstasy was his main reward, but he of course also shot
her full of goo, panting with intense pleasure.

He lay down on her and kissed her ears, her cheeks, her nose, and
even her lips.

But after a minute he whispered very quietly in her ear, "You're
wonderful," and then got up.

"Welcome to the club!" said Katy.

The girls dispersed to snack and toys and games and dolls. He had
also gotten a large collection of dress-up clothes that they
loved.

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Liz wanted to try for a 6th child even more than he did, and this
was likely the right time. He was supposed to save his sperm
today. But he was also feeling especially horny for his girls.

Doris was the first to arrive. He quick sat her on the living
room sofa, spread her legs, and worked his cock in, pushing the
panties to the side.

Her commentary was, "Oh, dear! Oh, Mr. James! Goodness!"
interspersed with giggles. He got his cock in, then let it slide
out. He owned Doris. It wasn't a nice thought, but he kind of
did.

When Sarah came in, he did the same. Katy got a penis up her
vagina on the sofa. So did Lisa. Ruth's privates were punctured
too. He owned them all.

When he indicated no further interest in sex right away, the
girls went off for snack, then dolls.

But when Ruth found some red stockings in the dress-up and pulled
them up, he decided he wanted her. He took her to the bedroom.
When the others saw what was happening, they just took it in
stride and kept playing. He screwed Ruth, then pulled out instead
of finishing.

He found Sarah irresistible in her white wedding dress, so he
took her to the bedroom and pretended to perform the deflowering
of a wedding night. But once again he pulled out.

But Lisa in her diaphanous gown moved him most of all. He took
her to the bedroom, screwed her, and kept screwing. Just a little
more before he pulled out, that's what he told himself. Then he
said to hell with it, reached around to grab the gorgeous girl's
butt cheeks, and pounded away with a vengeance, finally having a
very satisfying orgasm while staring passionately into her
goddess face. He brushed away one of those small lingering pangs
of guilt, and kissed her on the lips for a while.

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Chapter 4

That night, in the dark, the little girl voice said, "Uh oh,
you're not going to do anything naughty with my privates, are
you? ... Uh oh, that thing is awfully big for a little girl like
me... You're not going to pee in my privates? Oh, please don't
pee in my privates!"

"It's OK, Liz," he said. "No need to pretend today." He was
holding the butt of a grown woman, and his cock was buried in a
vagina that had already pushed out five babies. The plan was to
start a sixth one, and this was his only real part of the job --
a very pleasant one. And while she was nothing like Lisa, he
still had the memory of what he'd done to Lisa that very
afternoon. It was easier to fertilize Liz from the rear, doggy
style. And today he felt so confident he'd be able to finish the
job that he did away with the pretense.

"OK," said a woman's voice.

"Do you mind if I keep going a while?"

"No, but are you sure? Sure you'll be able to finish?"

"Pretty sure... You remember when the idea of someone doing this
to you was the most horrible idea in the world?"

"We need to do it to make a baby."

"You ever consider rubbing yourself?"

"You mean now?"

"Well, why not? We're trying to make a baby. That could be kind
of a turn-on. Might even help make the baby."

He barely felt her fingers just below where his shaft slid in and
out. In a moment, Liz was making soft, contented sounds. In a
minute there was an urgency to them, and in two minutes she
gasped and he felt a series of firm squeezes on his cock. That
was exciting! Time to make a baby. He pounded hard and fast and
deep and imagined it was Lisa in doggy position in front of him,
so pretty and child-like.

He grabbed Liz's hips and held himself extra deep so the load he
was spewing would go as close to her cervix as possible.

Liz needed inseminating two days later, and once again used her
fingers to give herself an orgasm as she held herself up on all
fours. Surely her orgasm could only help with impregnation if it
mattered at all. She suggested sex two days after that too. She'd
never suggested this wide a window of possible fertility, and
when he inquired she said her periods were more irregular now she
was older, but she also looked away as she said it.

The day after her period stopped Liz suggested it again.

"Hey Liz," said Richard. "You like getting it, don't you."

"No!"

"Ah, c'mon, admit it. Babies or not, you like getting it."

"No."

"Makes sense, right? People love orgasms. You're having one every
time."

"Well, it's a compensation."

"For what?"

"For having to let you violate me like that."

"Oh? Women can have orgasms on their own, you know. If you used
your fingers like that all by yourself, you'd have a nice one
too."

"That wouldn't be right. Wouldn't feel right."

"And why not?"

"Oh, I don't know. If you don't want to do it, just say so!"

"Liz, my dear. You've given me five children. I do love you, you
know. Lots of women have strong sexual urges."

"But me -- those men when I was working as a whore." She
shuddered.

"Maybe you've gotten over that?"

Liz was silent.

"Liz, you love getting your husband's penis in your vagina from
the rear while you get yourself off with your fingers. You love
it. Whether you're trying to get pregnant or not. And I'm really
happy for you."

"I swore I'd never like it," she said. "I was willing when we
needed to do it to make babies, but I swore I'd never like it."

"So? You changed."

Liz smiled at him, and he smiled back.

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"Daddy?"

"Yes, Lizzie poo?"

"I'm a bad girl, daddy."

"Why, Lizzie bunny?"

"My secret dirty parts, you know?"

"I know what you mean."

"Your naughty thing... I like when it gets big."

"That's naughty, Lizzie Fizzy."

"I know, daddy, I know! I'm a naughty girl."

"You are." He sighed.

"You know that game where I pretend I'm a doggy? And you go
behind me and, um, do that thing..."

"What thing, snuggly puff Liz?"

"It's so naughty... Well, when you actually stick it in my
privates... I like it!"

"It was terribly wrong of me to do that game with you once. And
once was too much."

"But daddy, I like it! I like it a lot!"

"You're very naughty."

"I know, but... your boy thing is stiff again. Nice and hard for
doing naughty."

"If you didn't talk like this it wouldn't, but, you certainly are
right about it, Lizzy Pumpkin..."

Lizzy got up on hands and knees. Richard got up behind her, his
cock tip at her pussy opening. He hesitated.

"In? Way in, daddy dear?"

"Oh, like... this?" In one motion he surged in all the way and
held still.

"Ooooo. Yes, like that!"

"OK, you satisfied?"

"No! You gotta do it again, daddy!"

"Oh, like... this?

"Yeah."

"And... this, and... this?"

"Oh, you're so nice to your naughty girl, daddy."

He pumped in and out, over and over. Then his hand felt below his
cock shaft where Liz's fingers twiddled.

"Oh, dear... What are you doing, Liz? That's terribly naughty!"

"I know, daddy. I'm such a bad girl. But I can't stop, I'm so
bad."

"I should punish you."

"Oh, good, daddy, punish me! Then I won't feel so guilty."

Richard pumped into her pussy and slapped her rear end with his
hand, ten times.

"Faster!" said Liz.

Richard pumped faster. "Lizzy doodle bug, you know what they call
a girl who does this?"

"No, daddy, what?"

"A dirty slut, Lizzy. A dirty slut!"

"Oooohhhhhh!" cried Liz, legs shaking and vagina convulsing
wildly.

When she was good and satisfied, he slid out.

It wasn't a fertile time. He'd save his juice for one of his
little dears.

Beautiful Lisa was on the cusp, the pubic hairs just starting to
appear. He had an obsession with little Lisa, hoping somehow that
if he fucked her and seeded her enough, if he possessed her
enough sexually, maybe her body would figure it didn't need to
change to attract men and she wouldn't grow up. Crazy idea, of
course.

"Daddy," said Liz, still in character.

"Is my butt too fat? For a widdle girly?"

Richard chuckled, then laughed out loud. Liz joined him as they
hugged.

"No, dear," said Richard. "It's just perfect. Just perfect for
you, Lizzy my darling pup."

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Years passed.

When a girl's breasts became visible or she grew downy pubic
hair, it was time for her to graduate from the club. They were
sad about that, so Richard rented an apartment in the same
building and designated it the Alumnae Club. The first graduating
class was Ruth, Katy, and Lisa, so they could form the nucleus of
that club. Richard never went there, though. Mrs. Smith
provisioned it.

New members were recruited to replace the old. The club varied in
size from 2 to 7. That high number was justified by a couple
girls who could only come once a week.

Richard reflected that he had despaired of ever knowing sex or of
having children. He now had 10 children, 6 of them boys to carry
on the family name. He loved his own daughters, but never felt
anything sexual for them. They were just sweet girls, and he
actually enjoyed the contrast in feelings, to know that ordinary
parental interest was part of his make-up when they were his own
daughters.

And he had other little girls to screw whenever he wanted. And
they were not distressed or even sullen little girls. Girls who
maybe didn't like the sex all that much, but who loved him for
everything else he did for them and for all they got to do with
the other girls.

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When his second son Samuel was 12, Richard noticed he was good
with kids. But then he noticed that he was much better with girls
than boys. At 14 Samuel paid no attention to girls his age but
stayed fixed on the smaller girls. And then when Samuel was 16 he
saw just one brief sight that convinced him. Samuel's little
sister's friend Amelia, 7 years old. He happened to see Samuel as
he was looking at little Amelia, thinking no one was watching.
And that look in his eyes -- he knew it. It was love.

Samuel had inherited his father's unfortunate sexual taste.

It took a while for Samuel to agree to come with him to this
mysterious "club". He'd told the three girls who were going to
come that day to pretend nothing with sex ever happened, and it
was just a club for playing.

Samuel was surprised, but then began playing with the girls. Just
as Richard had suspected, the girls loved Samuel. And when he
interviewed them later, the girls agreed that he was so nice they
would be happy to spread their legs and let Samuel do his boy
thing in their vaginas.

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"Let me tell you something, son," Richard said, as he and Samuel
walked. "None of your brothers and sisters know this, and you've
got to keep it a secret."

"Sure, dad."

"The world thought I married your mother, and of course I did,
but my lover was Aunt Emily. Starting when she was 7 or 8 years
old."

Samuel's pace faltered momentarily.

"And while I've managed to do what it takes to give your mother
children, I've never really enjoyed it. When Aunt Emily got too
old, we started this club. The initiation rite for this club is,
well, letting me be their lover."

"Yeah, right," said Samuel with disbelief.

"Now, I can't really tell for sure, but in some ways you remind
me a lot of myself when I was your age. Enjoying playing with
younger girls. Enjoying it a whole lot. Not having much
enthusiasm for girls my age. Does that sound familiar, son?"

"Hmmm. I'll have to think about it, dad. I'm not sure."

Entirely reasonable caution, thought Richard. "So, when we go to
the club tomorrow, if one of the little girls asks you if you'd
like to go the bedroom with her, she's not kidding."

As they went to the club, Samuel kept telling Richard that he was
too old to fall for a joke like this.

But when little Molly whispered something in Sam's ear and went
into the bedroom, Samuel paled but went with her, shutting the
door behind him.

When he emerged, Samuel looked like he'd died and gone to heaven.

From then on they alternated days at the club, father and son.

The girls reported that Samuel was different. He wanted to do all
of them, and most of them twice, in a single 2-hour session. Ah,
the hormones of youth. But the girls were happy to do it, and
besides, he usually didn't take very long. And the rest of the
time he was almost as nice and fun as Richard.

Samuel would have a better start in life than Richard did. He had
brothers to carry on the family name, so he had no need for a
marriage that stretched the limits of his desire unless he wanted
one. But the club, he had the club. Would he want to settle down
with a girl like Emily some day, if it could be arranged? He was
still just 17 years old. Time would tell.

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Richard's father in his dotage was pleased. He had many
grandchildren to carry on the James name, and under Richard's
leadership, secretly inspired by the muse of sexy little girls
and little girl sex, the company was thriving. Both Marvin and
Samuel showed signs of interest in the business and the right
temperament and skills.

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