Author: Sterling
Title: CRISPR Makes Customized Pedo Playmates
Summary: A police raid on a suspicious compound reveals 9 small
girls who love sex with adult men -- and some who need it to stay
alive. It turns out they are genetically engineered for their
interest in early sex, most of them with some alluring sexual
quirk.
Keywords: Mg Mggg ScFi oral anal ws

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 7/22/2016.

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CRISPR Makes Customized Pedo Playmates

It was a textbook SWAT bust. Marin County, California, wasn't a
usual location, but the procedures were pretty standard
everywhere. It was a complex with 3 connected buildings. After
surrounding the place, a few police in body armor broke down the
door to each building in turn and entered, weapons drawn. There
was no resistance.

The people they found were 9 frightened children ranging in age
from 11 on down, and one very pregnant woman of very limited
intellect.

There were no illegal drugs. There was a large and sophisticated
chemistry lab, but it was not for making meth -- the experts who
were called in realized before long that it was a lab for genetic
engineering and in vitro fertilization.

It took them an hour to find the long escape tunnel, ending far
outside their perimeter, along with evidence that it had been
used recently. Two getaway cars were long gone.

All of the children were girls. The child protection people
determined that they were in good physical health. Aside from the
anxiety induced by the raid, they seemed in good condition
psychologically as well. They were all adamant that they wanted
to stay together as a group, and as the main residence building
had everything children needed, the authorities decided to bring
in a couple of adult live-in foster parents supervised by a child
protection worker, and leave them where they were while the
system determined their fate.

The girls told a consistent story about the people who had fled.
There were three men Bob, Kyle, and Lewis, aged roughly 25, 35,
and 65, respectively. There was a woman Rachel who served as a
cook and maid and a woman Julia who was sort of like a nanny. And
there was Alison, who like Maria was none too smart but not to
their knowledge currently pregnant.

None of them matched descriptions of missing children. None
reported memories of living anywhere else. The older ones
remembered that Maria and Alison were the mothers of the younger
girls, and the adults had assured the older girls that they were
also their daughters.

The interviewers saved questions about sex for last, but the
girls didn't wait on procedure.

The plan was that while each girl was interviewed in turn,
Detective Carl Jones and the Protection worker Leah Schwartz
waited with the other eight. They had started their interviews
with the oldest girl.

After she had been gone ten minutes, 8-year-old Kyla called out
to Carl, "Can you do it to me, please? I'm getting
uncomfortable."

Leah said, "Do what, honey? What do you want him to do to you?"

"You know, sex."

Leah got a very earnest expression on her face and took Kyla's
hand. "What do you mean by sex?"

Kyla looked at her like she had a screw loose. "Stick his penis
in my vagina."

Leah swallowed. "Has anyone done that to you?"

"Uh, of course. Lewis, Kyle and Bob all did. All the time."

Leah and Carl exchanged alarmed looks.

"They do it to all of us," said 7-year-old Liz.

"Oh, dear," said Leah. "Oh, dear. Well, you're safe now. No one
will ever do it to you again."

"Huh?" said Kyla. "I've got to get it, or I get sick."

"Me too," said 6-year-old Sarah.

"And the rest of us would be sad if we didn't," put in 9-year-old
Kim.

Leah said, "Listen, girls. I don't know what those men told you,
but you do not have to put up with sex. Girls don't need to have
sex. You're free of all that now."

There was a chorus of protests.

Carl said to Leah, "This is more than we can handle. I've got to
report this and get some extra help."

"Right," said Leah.

He took out his cell phone and made a call.

More people came. They divided the girls up into groups of 3 or
4, roughly by age, and brought each group to a separate room.

11-year-old Martha returned from her interview and formed a group
with Kyla and Kim.

As the hours went by, Kyla started crying and got a fever. She
stripped and lay on a sofa with her legs apart. The adults
discouraged such a display, but decided it wasn't vital.

Martha protested consistently but politely about no sex for Kyla,
but Kim was not so well behaved. The girls all agreed, Kyla
needed sex. She needed a man to stick his penis in her and
ejaculate. The social workers and everyone else who was informed
of this were of course horrified. While the adults did nothing,
Martha lay beside Kim and tried to comfort her. While dealing
with the increasingly irate Kim, the adults didn't notice right
away when Martha slipped three fingers into Kyla's vagina and
thrust them in and out vigorously. When they did notice, they
made her stop.

"Thanks for trying," moaned Kyla.

Kyla's condition worsened. They took her off to the hospital by
ambulance. Martha and Kim were beside themselves with grief as
they took her away.

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It was a conference call involving medical experts from the Marin
County and California state police, the CDC, and the world-class
specialist doctors at UCSF. Joining late was a scientific liaison
to the Marin County police.

"Obviously we performed every test we could think of. It was
closest to an auto-immune reaction, but like nothing we've ever
seen."

"There was no sign of sexual trauma, but her vagina seems fully
mature, though she has no other signs of puberty. There was semen
in her from three different men..."

"We've conducted an autopsy. Nothing is out of the ordinary."

"This just in -- an email message. 'I'm the guy from the Marin
house. The girls are genetically engineered. Some of them need
sex or they will get sick and die. Trust us! Kyla especially --
oh God I hope it's not too late. And Sarah -- don't delay with
Sarah either. If I thought turning myself in could save them, I'd
do it -- but I don't believe for a moment it would help.' "

"The equipment in the house does seem to be state-of-the-art
genetic engineering, CRISPR included."

The Sheriff thought a moment. He had daughters. The life of
6-year-old Sarah was in danger. He was a man of action. While the
others droned on, he muted his phone and made a call to the head
detective on-site at the compound.

"John."

"Yes, Chief."

"The girl died."

"Oh, sorry to hear it."

"Thanks, yeah. Listen, the girls seem to be engineered freaks. If
they say they want sex, we've got to get them sex."

There was silence.

"Hello?"

"I heard you. But... How can that be right? It's totally illegal,
morally wrong, disgusting..."

"I know," said the chief. It was all those things, and a surge of
nausea went through him. "But there's a girl who needed sex, and
now she's dead. The girls all knew it. The experts knew nothing.
And we got an email that is probably genuine from one of the guys
who set this whole thing up. He said the girls need sex. Sarah's
the one in danger now -- she's six."

The chief heard John sigh. "But, how the hell do we do that?"

"We do it quietly. With no records. No paper trail."

"Who's going to want to have sex with a 6-year-old?"

"I don't know. You could start by having a guy go in and face
6-year-old Sarah. Listen to her beg for sex, and realize that if
no one does it she'll die. Pretend she's a midget. I don't know
-- just get it done!"

"Uh, shit, man. I don't know..."

"Listen, John. We'll protect whoever does it, right? Competing
harms? Do it!"

He stabbed his finger against his phone to end the call.

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John himself came in to the room where Sarah lay on the bed,
looking fevered. Liz sat on one side, 8-year-old Chloe on the
other. The Child Services woman saw him enter and walked quickly
to the bed, pulling a sheet up over Sarah's exposed lower parts.

He spoke to the woman, "I need to be alone with the girls."

"That is against procedure, and you know it."

"Yes, I do know it. But this is a police emergency. It is not
negotiable." He grabbed her arm firmly.

As she continued to hold his gaze, he squeezed harder.

"If you order me too..."

"I order you to. Right now."

He released the woman, who gave him a murderous look and left.

He quickly went to the door and closed it.

"Oh, God, please, do it to me!" said Sarah, exposing her lower
parts.

"Yeah, you gotta!" said Liz.

"You really, really want this?" said John, voice cracking.

All three left no doubt that she did.

"What are your names?"

They told him. Liz started to undo his belt buckle, but John
waved her away. He quickly stripped from the waist down.

His cock was not at all stiff.

Liz then took it in her mouth. He pushed her away. A surge of
fear went through him. "Chloe, you go to the door and don't let
anyone in." These doors didn't lock.

Chloe went.

"OK," he said to Liz, uncertainly. She approached again, and he
closed his eyes. Imagine it's a woman, he told himself. It felt
good. Very good. His cock got hard.

"So now stick it in her," urged Chloe.

And there was a little kid, legs spread wide. His erection
started to soften.

"Use your mouth again, honey," he said to Liz. "I'm not used to
this... I'm going to close my eyes, OK?"

"OK," said Liz.

He was hard seconds later, and with his eyes squeezed shut he
approached Sarah and did his best to mount her by his memory of
where she was.

"Help me in," he said.

Liz was instantly at his side, small hand guiding his shaft.

"OK, push..." she said.

He pushed. Moist tissues gave way. And inside was hot. Hot as in
temperature. Yeah, she had a fever.

"Oh, come quick," said Liz. "Get deep, then come quick!"

The situation was totally strange. It was not helped when the
voice from the person he was fucking said, "Oh, please, please!"
and it was obviously the voice of a child.

But it was a pussy -- a very nice, hot, slick pussy -- and there
was his boss's order in his ears.

It took him maybe 30 seconds, and then he lunged deep and
ejaculated. He stayed as quiet as he could. He shouldn't be
enjoying this -- but it really was a magnificent orgasm.

"Oh, God," said Sarah. "Oh, God, God, thank you so much!"

He opened his eyes as he was pulling out and wished he hadn't.
He'd just fucked a 6-year-old.

"Thank you," said Liz. "Thank you so much."

"Yeah, you're welcome," mumbled John.

"Bob and Kyle and Lewis just did it all the time -- we're not
used to all you folks from the outside who think it's wrong. We
need it. Well, some of us really need it, and some just like it."

"I need more," moaned Sarah. "That helps a lot, but I need more.
It's been too long."

"Do you?" said Liz. "Then we'd better get you more." She looked
at John.

John had made himself decent again, and Chloe chimed in from the
door. "She's right."

He thought about it. "Girls, all the rest of us guys are used to
doing it with grown women. Not little girls. It doesn't turn us
on. So if I bring a guy in here with a blindfold on, could you do
your best to act like women -- and above all, don't talk. And
please don't tell anyone about what happened here. About any of
this."

The three girls nodded vigorously.

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"Hey, Bill," said John, addressing one of his detectives. "You
like pussy, don't you?"

"Uhhhh," said Bill.

John remembered. Bill was serious about his religion. No time for
the complications.

He wandered casually outside and found Mark.

"You like pussy, right?" he said.

"Um, sure thing, boss."

"I've got a job for you. "

He led him inside and put a blindfold on him. "It's OK," he said
in response to Mark's questioning look.

"When you open the door, there will be a couple women inside.
They won't say anything, but do what they show you. You're going
to end up in a pussy. Bareback. Don't pull out."

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A small hand took Mark's and led him into the room.

Hands undid his pants and pulled them and his underpants down. He
stepped out of them.

A mouth enveloped his floppy cock. Whoa!

His cock got hard quickly.

The small hand led him forward and had him climb onto a bed.
There was a girl up here somewhere. He reached out to feel the
girl, but the small hand took his firmly and put it on the bed,
away from flesh.

He couldn't help feeling thighs under his own as he lowered
himself. They were skinny thighs.

A small hand held his cock and he pressed forward. His cock tip
found moist flesh. As he pressed forward it gave way easily. He
was then in a very tight, very hot, very slick pussy. He pressed
in all the way and started humping. It felt fantastic! He could
have come easily, but he'd spent the last few years learning not
to come too quick. And he wanted to make it last for himself too.

After a few minutes of earnest, sweet fucking, he heard
whimpering, a gasp, and felt faint contractions around his cock.
The woman came!

Now it was time to finish up -- and her orgasm was so hot it
would be hard to hold back anyway. Thirty seconds later he lunged
deep with a big, "Oh, yes!" and ejaculated.

He was tempted to pull the blindfold off, but resisted. He
dismounted, cock pulling free. He heard rustling and then someone
kissed his cheek. Someone else kissed his other cheek, and there
was giggling. Definitely the giggling of girls, not women.

They helped him get dressed, and showed him out of the room.

"Hope that wasn't too painful," said John as he took the
blindfold off.

Mark grinned, then sobered. "They're the girls, aren't they? The
ones we found here?"

John looked at him and said, "Whatever makes you think that? I
would never have you do something illegal." He then winked.

Mark smiled and left.

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They decided blindfolds were too unwieldy.

Hushed conversations were held in the police department. Trusted
members were invited to consider a hypothetical. What if you had
to do a small girl to save her life? Some thought they could do
it. Some were invited to the house.

Martha was actually 11, but she didn't look it. She had no hint
of sexual development.

Paul was nervous but happy to see her. He actually thought girls
her age were the sexiest of all, though he could never admit
that. When the subject came up at headquarters, he'd made sure to
seem skeptical, before allowing maybe he could manage it.
Apparently ordinary guys could get it up for girls her age too so
volunteering shouldn't blow his cover.

Martha was pretty, but what was astonishing was how friendly she
was, how affectionate, how sincerely delighted she seemed to
stroke the front of his pants gently. She was eager to kiss, to
slide his hand up under her shirt, to sigh appreciatively as he
caressed her flat chest.

And when they were both naked and he was mounting her, there was
no doubt that she wanted his penis more than anything. Wanted it
inside her vagina.

When he slid into her magnificent pussy she gasped. Her hands
were all over his back and chest, her feet resting gently on his
lower back.

How was this possible? His whole life he'd fantasized about this,
but knew it was just fantasy. To have sex with a flat-chested
girl? To slide his penis between truly hairless little labia?
Impossible! If it did happen, he knew the girl would be confused
or unhappy or in pain. But... this was really happening!

The deeper and faster and harder he thrust, the more she seemed
to like it. In under a minute she squeezed hard with her pussy
and gasped with orgasm.

He kept pumping, enjoying the slack face of a satisfied girl. But
she didn't stay in afterglow for long. Her urgent desire became
apparent again. He felt great when his thrusts sent her into
orgasm again.

She sensed his building excitement and he knew that she wanted
him to finish taking her, to come in her pussy, and she wanted it
to be a fantastic experience for him. And every step of the way
it was, all the way to her own orgasm which started a fraction of
a second before his, her pussy gripping him tightly. And indeed
he had never felt so completely at one with the universe as when
his straining cock urgently spat blobs of cum deep into her
pussy.

When they had calmed down, she said, "You're different from the
others," gently playing with his hair.

"Uh, no!" he said, alarmed. "Whatever you do, don't tell anyone
that!"

"Oh, OK," said Martha, looking a bit confused.

"Promise? It's really important. Don't say anyone is like the 3
guys who left."

"OK, promise," she said, firmly.

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The authorities decided that "Lewis" was actually the world-class
genetic engineer Jason Harding, who had resigned from his
research center 15 years before and been seen only occasionally
at conferences. He had completely disappeared from sight after
the Marin County raid. He had never married, and investigation
revealed that he had had no known relationships with either men
or women.

They had no clues as to the identities of the other men or women,
nor any leads on where to find them. After the one urgent email,
which had come in over TOR, nothing more had been heard.

The basic outlines of the men's genetic engineering operation
came into focus. Where they got the germ lines was not clear. But
they then worked with CRISPR, inserting the sexual traits they
desired. They then inserted the zygote into one of the retarded
women at the right time of month, who brought the baby to term
and nursed it lovingly.

The girls reported that a few times one of the retarded women got
pregnant and her belly swelled, but then she lost the baby.
Whenever one of them went into labor, she was taken away and
sequestered with the grown-ups for many hours. Usually she
eventually emerged with a new baby girl for their group, but
sometimes the grown-ups told them the baby had died.

The natural assumption was that the three men were pedophiles and
had created the girls for their sexual pleasure. There was some
controversy over why the girls got sick if they didn't have sex.
Some thought it was just an accident -- presumably the frequency
that Kyla and Sarah required sex was not intentional. But the
prevailing view came to be that it was intentional. It meant some
men were definitely going to be having sex with a child.

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The girls vanished. The rumor was that the CIA wanted to study
them. The rumor was correct.

Shortly after, an attorney representing Julia, the nanny,
inquired if she could perhaps rejoin the children without legal
repercussions. She had bonded with the older children as babies,
before the sexual nature of the experiments became apparent.
While they troubled her, her love for the children had kept her
from making a report and disrupting everything. She would fully
cooperate with investigators, though she didn't know much. The
request was handed up to higher and higher levels until it
vanished into the CIA. But the word came back and went down the
chain. The girls had often asked after Julia and mourned her
absence, so the CIA agreed to let her return.

In a secure CIA facility, niceties of the law and public
relations mattered far less. They had found out too late that
Kyla needed sex a lot. They got to Sarah in time. They could do
what they needed to keep the girls alive, but still they
hesitated before allowing any more sex than that.

Martha claimed she needed it too, and rather than take chances
they got men to do her.

The truth was that the girls themselves didn't really know who
might need sex over the course of weeks or months. Before the
raid, one of the three men had been doing them at least once a
week since their vaginas reached maturity around the age of
three.

Stacy at 4 years old was as eager for sex as the rest of them,
and she sulked in frustration when no one would do it to her. But
after two weeks she started getting sick. They got someone to
fuck her.

Stacy had a quirk. She felt sexual desire but no sexual pleasure
for most of the act. But when semen flooded into her vagina, she
immediately went into a stupendous orgasm.

Eventually the CIA realized that they might as well take full
advantage of these unusual girls. The rules were different here.
If they wanted sex, they'd let them have sex.

When asked, the girls were very open about describing what made
every girl different. Experiments confirmed what the girls said.

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Part of what the CIA wanted to study was how the girls related
sexually to men. They recruited men who could happily have sex
with small girls from the beginning. While some men who preferred
adult women could happily do this, the natural class they were
looking for were pedophiles -- men who faced a lifetime of sexual
frustration if they didn't become child sex abusers. Now there
was a golden opportunity. Work for the CIA, and get to spend
"quality time" with the Marin County sisters. And the CIA knew
many things that ordinary law enforcement did not. They knew how
to find many pedophiles.

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Chloe loved anal. People swore she could squeeze with her rectum,
not just her anus. The minute a cock penetrated her anus, she
started coming. As the cock went in and out, she just kept coming
and coming and coming. Her vagina worked just fine too. She never
came that way, but she was happy to take it to make a man happy.
She was a great girl for double penetration if two guys wanted to
do her at once.

Five-year-old Melody was the strangest of the lot. She loved to
give oral sex. She had a clitoris on the roof of her mouth --
which maybe explained why her speech was as little off. A penis
thrusting into her mouth could make her come. Semen freshly
released into her mouth always sent her over the edge. Down below
she had another clitoris -- but no vaginal opening at all. She
was an excellent partner for men who liked 69 -- she got sexual
pleasure from both ends. One other quirk she had was that
whenever she came, her urinary sphincter relaxed and she peed.
Some men loved to kneel in a bathtub and enjoy her tongue. They
enjoyed watching or feeling how at the height of their orgasm,
she'd have one too and the pee would gush out.

Kim would happily spread her legs and let a man do her missionary
style but felt little pleasure herself. But she loved to get it
doggy style. As soon as the cock surged into her from the rear,
she'd start coming. When she came, her pussy contracted strongly
in rhythmic waves. As long as the guy kept thrusting, she'd just
keep coming and coming.

Not all the girls had "special powers". Martha and Liz didn't.
Neither did Sarah or the late Kyla -- except for the
at-best-mixed blessing of needing sex to stay healthy -- a potent
justification for men if they were beset by moral doubts. But
even the four of them had the remarkable powers of a vagina that
was fully ready, a strong interest in sex with men, and a desire
to make them happy.

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When Tina turned two and a half, she got a low-grade fever.
Solution? A skinny cock up her pussy with an ejaculation. But she
got fussy a few hours later. Repeat. As she grew into her stable
pattern, they found she needed to get it about once an hour to
stay happy. That was going to pose a logistical challenge. But it
was Kim who noticed what was different. Tina didn't get happy
when the men ejaculated inside her. She got happy as soon as the
cock was inside. She stayed happy while it was in, and even if it
was withdrawn without spurting, she was happy for a while. What
she wanted was to have a cock up there. The more she could have
it, the happier she was. She could often be seen on a man's lap,
impaled on his organ as she leaned forward coloring or playing
with something at a table.

At night she lay down on her side to sleep, then some eager
pedophile got behind her and slid his cock deep inside. Tina
relaxed with pleasure. it was something like a vaginal pacifier.
The lucky man had a couple hours to feast his eyes on the
sleeping beauty while he slowly worked his cock in and out. When
his erection threatened to flag or he couldn't stand it any more,
he would give her a sweet seminal gift and then withdraw. Within
an hour or two at most, another eager man slid into bed and eased
into her vagina to make her comfortable as he lived out a
heavenly dream.

Maria gave birth to baby Theresa. Everyone held their breath.
What would be special about her? At birth she seemed completely
normal -- but so had the other girls (except Melody).

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Jim was on R&R from a CIA posting, and now he had time with the
girls. They were happiest when they could all be together, and
Jim didn't mind the other girls watching. They were all sweet and
supportive. A whole gaggle of cheerful girliness was best.

"Hi, Jim!" said Martha.

"Hi, girls!" he said. "So is there anybody who really needs it?

Sarah was sitting on the bed cross-legged, and she stuck a finger
up inside herself and came out with a creamy finger. "Just got a
nice bunch! I always like more, but I know we need to take
turns."

Kim said, "Jim, show us what you've got that we don't have."

"You can go looking," said Jim with a smile.

At once girl hands were all over him. One palpated the front of
his trousers, another undid his belt, others raced gently over
his legs and chest. Hands tugged his shoes off, then his socks.
He lay on the bed and lifted his hips to let the girls pull his
pants down and off. He was starting to get stiff as the hands got
his underpants off.

"There it is. Your penis!" Other voices chimed in, "Cock",
"Prick", "Meat". "Don't forget the scrotum!", "Yeah, balls!",
'Testicles", "Nuts".

"You ought to let us see all of you," said Martha, tugging his
T-shirt off.

He then lay on the king-sized bed, flat on his back, arms out to
the side, legs a little apart. All around him was girl -- arms,
hands, dresses, skirts, bikinis, T-shirts, panties or little bare
labia flashing now and then, long loose hair in different hues of
blond and brown. And the faces... He knew the girls were
genetically engineered, and he thought the architects had
selected well for the prettiest faces -- they were certainly to
his taste.

"Can I have a taste?" asked Sarah, looking longingly at his cock.

"Just a little one," said Jim. "Anyone who wants a quick taste
can have one. But you've got to let me feel your pussies if you
do."

"Of course!" Sarah took his tip reverently in her mouth and
sucked for ten seconds while Jim glided his hand between her legs
and cupped her little slit. Sarah pulled off.

Martha knelt beside by his left side and then lifted her right
leg and held it up with her right arm, sort of like she was a dog
peeing on a tree. Jim quickly brought his hand in to the offered
snatch. He deftly spread her hairless lips with a couple fingers
and worked his middle digit right up into her vagina, while
Martha took his cock tip in her mouth. She made a luxurious
"mmmm" sound as his finger plumbed her depths. She took her mouth
off and said, "This would feel so good up there!" and then gently
nipped his cock with her teeth.

"Oooooo!" said Jim. "Sounds wonderful... But you've got to wait
your turn."

Martha gave a playful pout and withdrew.

Little Stacy moved in to lick his cock once. "Yummy!" she said,
and then took two inches in her mouth. Jim sighed.

"Stacy, you're supposed to let him at your pussy!" said Martha.

"Oh," she said, pulling off and then kneeling over his face.

"Very nice!" he said, opening her with one hand and sliding his
little finger up into her vagina.

Down below he felt another mouth on his cock.

"Time to move on, Stacy" said a voice, pulling her out of the
way.

Jim could tell from the mop of dark brown hair that it was Chloe
licking him. Seeing that Stacy had disappeared, without removing
her mouth she pivoted her body around the fixed center defined by
his penis. Her body came into side view, covered mostly by a
white sundress, and as she kept rotating she straddled him with
her knees.

Jim pulled the sundress up out of the way and beheld her rear
end. With both hands he found her pussy parts, opened her up with
the one hand and surged two fingers deep into her girly tube.

More girls took turns. It got more and more exciting.

"Kim!" he said as she approached. "I've had enough mouth. Get up
here and show me your rear end."

The blond smiled and knelt on the bed, rear end facing him.

"You still got your panties on!" said Sarah.

"That's OK, I'll handle that," said Jim, rising on his knees
behind her. It was fun pulling the panties down to her knees and
uncovering for himself his prize.

He aimed his cock and shoved.

At once Kim squeaked and groaned, while he felt her squeeze on
his prick. He shoved in and out. Kim gasped and sighed as her
orgasm went on. She had the most alluring alternation of squeeze
and relax, squeeze and relax, just under a second for a full
cycle. It would be so easy and satisfying to shoot his load,
but...

"She gets more orgasms than anybody," groused Chloe.

"Now, now, we're all different and we can all have a really good
time," chastised Martha.

"I know," sighed Chloe. The truth was, a fair number of men
didn't really like anal, so Chloe did get the short end of the
stick.

Jim pulled out and picked out the girl he wanted. "Oh, Melody,
your mouth, please. But I'm not going to come."

"Oh, sure, sure, happy to. Most happy!" said little Melody.

"Sure you shouldn't have a diaper on?" asked Martha.

"I went just a little while ago, I don't have much pee. A towel
should do fine."

"OK," said Martha, and Liz produced a towel, ready to put in
place.

Jim stood on the floor, and Melody knelt in front of him, taking
his cock in her mouth. She began to suck and soon began moaning.
They all knew that it wasn't just the joy of giving -- she was
rubbing his cock tip on her clitoris.

"Oh, baby, would you like me to fuck your face?" said Jim.

"Course she would," said Sarah.  Melody's bright eyes confirmed
it.

Jim held her face in his hands, admiring the reddish blond hair.
And he pumped in and out, using shallow little strokes.

Melody sighed and moaned with increasing intensity, and Liz held
the towel between her knees.

"Rgggrrghhhhh!" went Melody and shuddered.

"There she goes," said Chloe, as the orgasming girl dribbled pee
down her leg and into the towel.

Jim pulled away. "Martha, Martha, can I do you Martha?"

In an instant Martha was on her back. She wore nothing but a
knee-length pink skirt, which now covered her treasures.

With greedy eyes, Jim moved into mounting position and flipped up
the skirt to reveal her flushed pussy. As he did, Martha spread
her legs.

"I'm glad you like it," he growled as his cock surged in. "But
you're so sexy I'd want to fuck you even if you were crying! I
just want you so much!"

"I'm all yours!" said Martha passionately.

"Come for me!" said Jim, pumping away.

"Oh, that won't be hard!' gasped Martha. "You're so sexy and
you're doing me just right!"

"Well, then show me!" growled Jim again.

In under a minute Martha cried out and spasmed as her fingernails
gently dug into his back.

It would have been so easy to come -- so satisfying. But he had
something else in mind. He'd had his eye on the honey blond
Stacy.

"Stacy, your turn!" said Jim.

"Ooo, ooo, ooo!" cried the little girl with joyful little bounces
and prancing steps. But she lost no time spread herself out for
the taking.

"Nah, I want to do you standing up," snarled Jim, who lifted the
4-year-old up and held her against the wall. He arranged her with
her thighs sticking straight out to the side, one of his hands
under each one pressing her pelvis back against the wall. Up
above, his chest pressed hers back against the wall. He surged
his cock into the special organ framed by his hands.

She was wet and hot and held him tight, but as he knew she didn't
feel any pleasure. Not from this.

"Go for it, Jim!" said Liz. As he looked around, the other girls
were watching. Some had their hands between their legs, idly
masturbating at the hot scene before them.

Jim looked at Stacy's face. "I'm going to come in you, Stacy. I'm
going to ejaculate in your vagina. What do you think of that?"

'That... that would be the most wonderful thing in the world!" He
knew she meant it, because it was the release of his semen inside
her that would trigger her orgasm. Nothing else would do it.

"Unnh, unnnh, unnnh!" he growled. It was tiring holding her up
like that, but his orgasm was on its way. "Oh, yeah, yeah, take
it, take it up the pussy!" he yelled.

"I want it!" said Stacy. "Oh, please, please, do it inside me!"

"Oh, yes, yes, YES!" he yelled, pinning her with a deep thrust as
his cock fired.

The first shot made Stacy's eyes roll back in her head and made
her cry out. After each of his 4 shots she shuddered, feeling
each one as heavenly pleasure.

Breathing hard, he let his cock slide out and let Stacy slide to
the floor. He saw Martha go over to help her into a comfortable
position.

He lay back on the bed, chest heaving.

"Gah, gah, gah!" said 9-month old Theresa, who had been watching
it all with interest from across the room. Now she crawled
towards the bed.

"Oh, the baby wants to come visit," said Liz, and lifted the
little girl up. Jim watched groggily as she zoomed in between his
legs, sniffing. She then sat down and played with his floppy
cock, which had a thin coating of the afterslurp of sex. She
tested it with her tongue, then licked. She cooed and licked
again.

From the first it felt different, and Jim concentrated to find
out what it was. It wasn't arousal. But he felt rested and
relaxed. As he looked at the girls around him, with some pussies
in view and others obscured, he felt his desire rise again. He
would never recover this fast ordinarily.

"Hey, look, he's stiff again."

"Yeah, not just stiff, but horny!" he said. "Where's my little
Tina?" He felt recovered sexually, but still a bit tired
physically. He lay on his back, cock stiff.

The little girl pranced over and climbed onto the bed.

"Let me help you on," said Liz, holding the little girl up in the
air above Jim's stiff cock, positioning the little girl's pussy
opening right above it, getting the cock started inside, and
letting her slowly slide down on it to impale herself.

"Oh, oh, that's so nice!" she said.

"Wonderful," said Jim. Hands behind his head, he gazed at the
beautiful little girl with the bright gray eyes and the dimples.

"Oooo!" she said, lifting herself up an inch, then sliding back
down again. She just looked very happy to have captured the stiff
penis she wanted and have it filling her up in such a satisfying
way.

After ten minutes, his physical strength returned to match his
desire, he said, "Liz, I want you!"

"OK!" Helpful girls removed Tina, who just said, "Happy, happy,
happy!"

"From the rear!"

"Ooooo, great!' Liz said, presenting herself.

Jim rose to his knees and got behind the girl. He gathered up her
light brown hair into a ponytail, then released it. So
beautiful... But there between her legs, at the center of her
cute little behind, was her pussy.

He aimed and thrust, surging inside. It felt fantastic. He
grappled her hips and pounded in and out emphatically.

"Oooo, I'm going to come so soon," said Liz.

"Good, good... me too!" he said. His desire and sensitivity was
like he hadn't come in two days. "Oh, yeah, baby, you lovely Liz,
I'm going to give it to you!"

"Arrggghhh!" groaned Liz, and he felt her pussy squeeze around
him.

Jim slowed his pace and pulled out most of the way, then surged
in all the way. He repeated five times, and on the fifth, he
ejaculated in a haze of ecstasy.

Tired, he lay back down.

"Nadi, nadi, nadi!" said Theresa, approaching his floppy cock
again. Once again she licked, and once again he noticed himself
recovering.

"She's -- she's like magic!" he said. "That's what Theresa does,
I guess... She gets guys ready to go again right away?"

"Really?" "Huh?" "Wow!" "Oh, you dear little Theresa", said the
girls.

His lust rekindled, he looked at Chloe. She loved it up the ass
and after two vaginal orgasms he figured he'd do her. He gave her
a smoldering look.

"Me?" she said.

He nodded.

Cooing with delight and anticipation, Chloe presented her rear
end.

"Ah, guide me in," he said to Martha.

She was there at once and he pressed hard. It wasn't a pussy, but
the girl's butt hole expanded easily to accommodate him.

As soon as he surged in, Chloe gasped and babbled, "Oh, God,
that's so nice, I love it, oooo, more, more... I love you... oh,
thank you, thank you..."

After two minutes of giving the girl her continuous orgasm, his
own was upon him. His innards called forth a few more dribs of
sperm for inner Chloe.

He pulled back and flopped on his back once more.

Once more Theresa headed in.

"It's kind of dirty, now, Theresa honey," said Liz.

But the little girl was undeterred and unfazed by any strange
odor or taste. "Mmmm!" she said, licking Jim clean.

Once more his cock sprang back to life, and he found another girl
to fuck hard.

With Theresa's restorative efforts, he came in every one of the
little girls -- except Theresa herself. They were letting Theresa
grow up before getting her pussy involved.

As he prepared to leave, he looked at the wonder baby once again.

She looked up at him, legs spread wide, and puckered her lips. A
kiss? She wanted a kiss?

Jim sat beside her and gently reached over and gave her a sweet
kiss on the lips.

When he drew back, she said, "Gaaa! Yaa, yaa, yaa!" puckering her
lips again.

He kissed her again, then withdrew.

"Ooooo, oooo, oooo," said Theresa with greater urgency.

The third time their lips met, Theresa shuddered, groaned and lay
back, a big smile on her face, panting.

"Kissing?" said Martha in hushed tones. "She comes from kissing
on the lips?"

"Seems like it," said Liz.

And so the mystery of Theresa's gift was resolved. She restored
men quickly after orgasm, and for her own pleasure -- a kiss! Of
course there might be other mysteries revealed as she grew older
-- no one knew for sure.

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A travesty. A gross violation of human dignity. A foreshadowing
of eugenics. Totally disgusting. Dr. Harding had genetically
engineered an array of small girls who both needed and craved sex
with adult men.

But they seemed happy. And for the lucky pedophiles who got to
visit them with the blessing of the CIA, they were like a gift
from God.

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