Author: Sterling Title: Erotic Writing Workshop Summary: I joined an erotic writing workshop and kept a folio. Ten little erotic stories and an epilogue. In the stories? Pregnancy and rape for the big girls. Lots of naughty poking into happy little girly parts -- but there's always a good reason. Keywords: MF Mf Mg pedo loli rape preg 1st humor oral NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex. First posted 8/9/2014. I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at /files/Authors/Sterling/ For an index see /files/Authors/Sterling/A%20%20SUBJECT%20INDE X.txt You are welcome to copy this story if you include the entire text unchanged, including this notice. If you tell me where you have re-posted it, I can enjoy knowing it is appreciated and perhaps enjoy the feedback the story gets where you re-post it. Sterling And now, our feature presentation. Enjoy! ============================================================ ============================================================ Erotic Writing Workshop Welcome to the Erotic Writer's Workshop! I'm your professor, Dr. Richard Love, but you can call me Richard. You will be asked to write a series of sketches and I will give you feedback. You'll each be assigned two others to read your work and give comments too. ============================================================ Sleepy impregnation "Hi, honey." "Whu? Guess I fell asleep. G'night." "But we're trying to make a baby, remember? And it must be about time." "Yeah, OK." She slid onto her back and I saw her hand disappear under her nightgown. The cloth rose and fell in rhythmic motion. "You want me to --" I stuck my tongue out and wiggled it. "Nah, it's fine. There, I'm ready. Didn't take long. Probably is the right time of month... I see you don't need any help!" Her bottom lifted, her hand re-emerged, dragging a pair of panties along, and in a moment they were around her right ankle. With another lift of her hindquarters, her nightgown was up around her waist, legs spread wide. I was naked from the waist down. "OK, do your job. Make me pregnant," she said with a sleepy smile. "Don't worry about me. This is your time." She was right in a way. This was my one and only physical connection to the future. I mounted and nudged my phallic tip against the feminine center, the warmth, the wet, the pliable, the cooperative. Her body welcomed me, and I seized the invitation, shoving through the hot pudding and punching into her interior. She was hot and slippery, a bit more sticky than usual, and just a touchy grainy. She yielded to my entire length. Holding myself up on my hands, I began pumping, jamming myself in to the hilt. It was a time for quality, not quantity. Every part of me was aligned, all in harmony towards the one goal, and the pleasure was fantastic. Fast strokes, deep strokes. My wife was watching me with a pleasant smile, and then she gave an evil little grin as she squeezed. Orgasm was instantly inevitable. I responded with one huge thrust as my innards churned and the ducts opened, a second huge thrust raked the final pleasure of vagina against glans and refined it to ecstasy, and then a lunge and freeze, accompanied by a deep-throated bellow. Gobs of sticky goo shot out of me, into her welcoming depths -- and into the next generation. She gave me a happy smile as I lay down on her. Within a minute the shrinking of my phallus accelerated, and when I was soft I pulled out and rolled off. But the gobs of goo stayed inside, and I said goodbye to my son or daughter -- see you in nine months. My wife rolled onto her side, away from me, and I spooned against her back. She fell asleep in a minute, and I lasted another. --------------------------------------------------------- FRED: That was pretty hot. Sure got me hard. ANDREA: Decent use of language. Impregnation fantasy? If that's what turns you on. But a woman deserves an orgasm every time. RICHARD: You conveyed the feeling well. Now trying something with a bit more of an edge to it. ============================================================ This is my bedroom "So this is my bedroom. I told you I had a lot of stuffed animals.. Hey, why'd you close the door?" "You're so hot." "Um, no, I don't want -- um, please..." "You want to pull your panties down, or should I just rip em?" "No, but, um, this isn't cool..." "Oh, yeah, it's really, really cool!" "Stop it!" "Shut up!" "Owwwww!" "You're really tight. Tight is hot." "No!" "Unnnnnhhhh!" "OOOWWWWWWWW!" "Unnnnh." "Yikes! Ouch..." "Unnnnh." "No.... !" "UNNNNHHHHH!" "Ooooowwwwwwww." "Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!" "No.... No, no, no ..." "Very nice, baby. Very, very nice. Catch you later." --------------------------------------------------------- FRED: I think I followed it. It's a girl in her bedroom, right? And he just rapes her? No song and dance? Sure made me stiff. ANDREA: You're disgusting. And the thing about stuffed animals? Tying into a schoolgirl fantasy? Glad it was short. RICHARD: Nicely done. All dialog is tricky. Minimalist. ============================================================ The Emperor's balls "We have a way to tell good girls from bad girls, now." "Oh yeah, what is it? I know I'm a good girl!" "Well, you lie back and pull your panties down. Now we turn out the light. I'm going to touch you gently between the legs. If you feel like there's something going into your body, down in your private parts, that means you have a dirty mind and are a bad girl. Good girls don't get illusions like that. Ready?" "Ready!" "Oohhh! Hmmmm. Geee. Owww! Ooooooo." "Now, are you imagining there's something inside your body?" "Uhhh, no. Don't feel a thing." "Good, good. Now let me give a harder test. I'll move my hips back and forth here, and if you feel like something's moving inside you, then you're a bad girl." "OK, if you say so." "Mmmm. Aaaahh. Feel anything?" "Uhhhh, nope." "Unnh, unnh, unnh, unnh, AAAAAHHHHHH! ... So, you just felt some pressure between your legs?" "Right, that's all..." "Mmmmm, I'm kinda sleepy..." "I've heard there's a test to tell if a man is bad, too." "Oh, yeah, what's that?" "I reach down here between your legs and touch you gently, like this, down on your funny little sac... And if you feel funny, it means you're a bad man." "OK... AAARRRRGGGGGHHHH!" "You stuck your thingie up my cunny!" "Did not..." "Yes, you did. And you made a mess up there too." "Will you, .... please.... let go of my balls?" "I'm just gently touching your sac." "Ummmm....." "Admit you stuck your thingie into my cunny." "Did not." "Admit it!" "Owwwww! OK, OK, I admit it." "So if I let go of your balls, you're gonna go down between my legs with your mouth, and kiss it and make it all better, and clean it all up, OK?" "OK..." "Mmmmm, aaahhhhh. Stick your tongue in and pull out the yucky stuff... Very good. In and out, in rhythm, in case you missed any... Now lick the outside, up a little higher, yes, that's good... Mmmmm, aaaaahhh, oooooohhh, Yesssssss!" "My thingie is hard again." "What thingie?" "Um, the imaginary one. Would you like to touch it, maybe?" "No." "Or lick it?" "No." "Oh." "But my cunny is deep and wet and happy right now, so if you'd roll over on top of me and aim it, and then press in... Deeper.... Deeper... Good. Now bang me hard and fast, just like that, .... aaaahhhhh.... Yes, yes, yes, YES!" "Yes, yes, yes, oh YES!" "You're a naughty man." "I guess so." "I'm a naughty girl... It's kind of fun, though." "Yeah, it really is." --------------------------------------------------------- FRED: Oh, yeah! He stuffed it up her cunt, and she didn't dare complain until he'd shot his wad. Kinda scary when she grabbed his nuts, but all she wanted was some good licking. Too bad she wouldn't suck him off, but cool he got to fuck her again. ANDREA: Very funny. That's rape culture for you, telling her that her experience wasn't real. Women hate rape -- you get that, don't you? And women don't orgasm that fast. A lot of them don't orgasm at all from just thrusting, especially when it's as short as that. RICHARD: I like the humor. Simple allusion to "The Emperor's New Clothes". Still all dialog, but the reader can follow. ============================================================ Telejaculation It was 1964. Dave sat in sophomore English, barely hearing the teacher droning on. Two rows in front of him and one place to the left sat Sarah. Gorgeous Sarah. Smooth milky skin, light blond hair, neatly arrayed, but the occasional strand out of place was just as appealing. Her right arm was perfection itself, emerging from the short-sleeved blouse, elbow bent, hand poised with pen over notebook, writing an occasional sentence. The outline of her bra was visible under the blouse in a few places. Given how she was sitting, he couldn't see the bulges in front that the bra harnessed, but he remembered. Then below was her dark blue skirt, and emerging beneath the hem her legs, one crossed over the other. He was bored. Bored with class and bored with life. The hot girls, the ones like Sarah, were totally out of his league. He allowed himself a moment -- what would he do right now if he could do anything in the world? Anything at all? It was easy: fuck Sarah. He imagined her against the wall, looking at him lovingly as he hitched up her skirt and snapped her panties to the side. He found an erection growing strongly in his pants. He changed position a couple times, nonchalantly, and when he was done his cock was pointing straight up towards his belly. Yes, hold those panties to the side, then lunge upward, hard. He was a virgin, so he didn't really know what it would be like, but he imagined his cock being received in the magical place meant for cocks. It was a powerful fantasy, and he was highly aroused. Just then the real Sarah shifted position and spread her legs pretty far apart, while still staying modest. Instantly, Dave felt a hot wetness surrounding his cock. And at the same moment, Sarah pulled her legs together and sat up straight with a start and a sharp intake of breath. By instinct, Dave slowly rotated his pelvis forward, pushing his cock up further towards his belly. His cock moved, but the hot wetness stayed still as he slowly pushed up an inch. And then he had an orgasm! He could feel his cock clutching, seizing up over and over again as he shot his wad inside his underpants. The hot and wet sensations disappeared. Sarah relaxed visibly. And then he was just a guy sitting in English class who'd made a mess in his underpants. Except when he checked in the stall between classes, he hadn't. Underpants and cock were completely dry. Totally weird. The next week in French his attention turned to Rachel, sitting three rows in front of him and three seats to the left -- pretty far away. She was as hot as Sarah and just as far out of his league. He had the same sort of reaction to her. What he wanted more than anything was to be fucking Rachel, right that second. His cock grew in his pants, he imagined the girl up against the wall, tights and panties around her knees. His real cock was incredibly aroused, in his imagination his cock probing under the dress, higher and higher... The real Rachel spread her legs wide for a second, then quick closed them and made a quite loud, "Eeeeeek!" Dave felt a hot wetness and pushed his cock up an inch in his pants. He groaned slightly as his orgasm overwhelmed him, his cock twitching and messing his underpants. "Is there a problem?" said Madame Renaud to Rachel. "Uh, no. Just a little pain." Class went on. As before, his pants were dry. Episodes kept happening, but it wasn't really under his control. He could easily think sexy thoughts about Sarah but it wasn't arousing the same way, and he never felt the wetness. But some other girl would draw his attention. Once it was Jenny, who was kind of pudgy and not in the least popular. But he could feel her body beckoning to him somehow, and he knew how amazing it would feel during those couple moments when he felt that hot wetness around his cock, and he didn't care. No one would know. Later he passed by while Jenny was talking none too softly to her friend Elaine. "I just suddenly felt this huge thing up, you know, my vagina. Like a huge tampon. Or maybe a penis -- not that I'd know!" she said with a laugh. "That sure is weird!" said Elaine, looking at her friend skeptically. Dave was fascinated. It was like his cock was actually transported in some other reality to momentarily occupy the pussy of the girl. And his pants were always dry. Did that mean...? He soon found out. Girls started disappearing from school. First Rachel, then Sarah, then a couple of the others. There were whispers about illness. But he overheard his parents talking about the wave of teen pregnancies sweeping the school. One gym class they stayed inside and saw a different sex ed video and heard a lecture about how evil it was to have sex before marriage. Dave was horrified but also fascinated. Now when a sexy girl in one of his classes made him start getting stiff he'd try his best to look away, to think about the lesson. And he succeeded -- sometimes. But there was Martha, sitting directly in front of him, so close. And the idea of impregnation made him feel very guilty but was also terribly exciting. He couldn't help himself. Martha gasped and went rigid, Dave gave his one thrust and started spasming, ecstatically, knocking up another one of his classmates, right in biology class. --------------------------------------------------------- FRED: You're the best! I remember feeling that way in school all the time. And he knocked them up, one after the other. Can't say it was dry when I came. Gobs of cum all over my left hand. ANDREA: You're such a male chauvinist pig. Girls as nothing but semen receptacles. Getting pregnant from some disembodied raping cock. Remote control rape. RICHARD: That's an interesting one. Very imaginative, and capturing that fierce longing of the adolescent male. Care to try your hand at something a little longer? ============================================================ Lemonade Stand It was a hot day out, though with the A/C on in the car I was doing OK. I was in my gym clothes, on the way home from a workout. I figured I'd shower when I got home. I glimpsed a lemonade stand beside the road, and then I caught a glimpse of the girl behind it. Suddenly I felt very thirsty, and pulled over just as soon as I could, which was in front of the next house. I walked back towards the stand. "Lemonade, 25 cents!" she said in a cheery voice. She was maybe 9 years old, with shoulder-length reddish-brown hair, soulful brown eyes, and a face that was like, like -- well, it was gorgeous. She wore a yellow sundress. Below her feet were bare, her legs with the smudges of dirt here and scab there that told of a typical girl living an active life. "Uh, sure, I'd like a cup," I said. I couldn't take my eyes off her. I put a quarter on the table. She looked up at me as she handed me the cup, and kept looking. I tried to look nonchalant and looked away as I drank, but I couldn't help glancing back at her. She was smiling a funny sort of smile. "Delicious!" I said. "It must be made from fresh lemons!" "Thanks," she said. "Just a mix, though... You look like a nice man. Can you help me with something in the back yard? Something's stuck and I need a grown-up -- I mean a man. My mom couldn't do it." "Oh, sure!" I said, tossing the cup in the wastebasket. I followed her around the side of the house to the back yard. She led me to a simple, rickety play house and motioned me inside. I had to stoop to get through the door. She closed it behind us. The one window was covered with a stained curtain. She stepped forward and put her hands around my waist, bringing our bodies together gently. She looked up and said simply, "Do you think I'm pretty?" "Uh, yes, very much! I mean, sure, I'd say so. You'll be quite the lovely young lady some day." Her smile turned into an impish grin. "Will you kiss me to show me you mean it?" She lifted her face to a very kissable height. I hesitated. "If you won't kiss me then I'll know you think I'm really ugly and you were just saying I looked OK." She pouted. "Oh, no, I wasn't lying!" I said. To prove it, I gently lowered my face to hers and our lips touched. To make sure she knew I wasn't just pretending I touched them over and over, gently, rubbing back and forth. My breathing sped up. My heart started pounding. I drew back, a little dizzy. She pressed us closer together and made contact with the large bulge in my shorts. She smiled. "Oh! Oh, I guess you really do think I'm pretty. Can... can you, never mind." "No, what is it?" I didn't want her to feel embarrassed. "Well, I'm a curious girl. Too curious, my mom says. I've played doctor with the boys, but I want to know what a man looks like down there. Will you play doctor with me?" "Oh, dear. Um, I don't think that's a good idea!" I said. But I was frozen to the spot. She was not a shy girl, and she had no trouble pulling down my shorts and briefs. She had to tug the briefs to get over the large rod, constrained by the cloth to pointing only 45 degrees up from the floor but desperate to point higher. But she managed, and it sprang free. "Oh, wow!" she said, with eyes wide and an eager look on her face. "Really, um, I don't even know your name!" That didn't sound like the right thing to say, but I was pretty flustered. "Oh, I'll tell you, I'm Alison!" she said. "Now you know who I am." She cradled my cock gently in her hands. It was pointing above level now and was very hard. "Alison, Alison, this is... I don't know..." The truth was, she was incredibly sexy. The girl of my dreams. I ought to put myself together and leave that very instant. Or was it already too late? "Oh, you don't have to be embarrassed showing me your private parts," she said. "I'll show you mine too, it's only fair!" She pulled back and lifted her dress quickly, holding the hem in her teeth. This revealed her silky white panties with little pink flowers on them. She grabbed one side with each hand and with a few wiggles of her hips pulled them down to just above her knees. The smooth skin of her girlish outer pussy parts was on display. I stared, eyes wide. She giggled. "Really, I... I... " said I, mouth dry, looking back and forth between my rampant erection and her parts, but mostly her parts -- somehow a part of heaven deigning to make an appearance in this ordinary world. "Oh, it's not fair, I know. You boys have everything right out on display --" She looked down at herself. "And with us girls, it's all hidden inside, so it's not really fair." She gently opened her lips, revealing more of heaven. "But that's not so good either -- say, come over here." Right behind her was a mattress, a little stained but basically clean. With surprising strength she tugged at my hands and pulled me downward as she sat herself. I went down on one knee, then sat cross-legged. She was leaning back on her elbows, panties askew around her knees, the hem of her dress at hip height. She turned onto her right side, resting on her right elbow, but with her left she gathered the dress up out of the way, slid her panties down to her ankles and lifted her left knee. "See?" she said. "Do you... do you think I look normal?" she asked shyly, holding her lips apart with her left fingers. "You look absolutely perfect!" I said, though I had never seen a little girl's parts before. "Oh, goody!" she said. "I'm a bad girl. I like to rub myself like this," she said, with rapid finger pulses right over her little clit. "I do it every night, and sometimes it seems I can't even stop." Sexual pleasure played on her face. Then she stopped. "You want to look?" she said. "Up close?" I did, a whole lot. I looked very closely. With my fingers I imitated the motion she'd been doing. I licked my lips. She saw, and whispered, "Would you lick it? I've heard that feels really good..." I nodded eagerly, in a daze, and began licking, gently, probing, fluttering. I didn't know what I was doing, but she gasped and moaned so it seemed I was doing OK. She sat up. "What about you? I can lick your thingie, but they say there's gross stuff that comes out and I don't want it in my mouth." "Oh, don't worry about that," I said. Somehow I was always answering the wrong question, or at least not the one I should have been if I was being a responsible man. When her lips were on my cock, it felt fantastic and I felt warning twitches, so I pushed her head away. "It was great," I said. "Oh, come lie next to me," she said. "Put your thingie right up next to my cunny... Oops, that's baby talk... my pussy..." She held the tip of my cock right against her heavenly slit and stroked my shaft gently. Involuntarily I twitched, pushing my tip against her soft flesh. She spread her lips so the tip was lodged in a little cup of feminine warmth and dampness. "You can push inside," she whispered. "No way," I said. "It won't fit." "Will too." "It would hurt so bad!" "Will not!" "How do you know?" "Well, my brother... his isn't quite as big as yours, but it fits fine.' "Your brother? How did that happen?" I stopped. "It was as much my idea as his. He's just 12. But he likes it. And I like it a lot. And here you are, a real man... Come on," she said, sliding onto her back, dress up around her neck. She eyed it, then reached up to take it off completely, then lay back, knees spread wide, panties still around her ankles. Her fingers fluttered on her girlish lips. I whipped off my gray T-shirt, then looked down at my sneakers. "Forget them," she said. "Just lie down and do it to me!" I did, my hairy spread man thighs covering her smooth girlish ones. My cock tip approached, she held herself open and I lodged within and rested a moment, savoring it. "You gotta push, you know..." she said. I grinned and pushed, and felt my tip pass through her ring of muscles. "Oh, wow!" she said with a grin. "What?" I said, awash in pleasure and anticipation, thrusting in a little more, making progress. "You're thicker than him, and it's good. You're... you're a real man!" she said, sniffing my underarm. I thought of apologizing for the smell -- but she was right, I was a real man, with real man sweat. I was with the sweetest, hottest, most willing, most beautiful little girl ever, and we were copulating. Each thrust made the copulation deeper, more intimate, more complete. I could have done 10 quick thrusts and come, but I wanted it to last. Besides... "Alison, if we keep doing this, that stuff you didn't want in your mouth, you know where it's going to go?" She grinned. "In my vagina? That would be so cool! My brother doesn't make any sperm yet, so to get a whole gooey mess of it? Ooooo!" "Oh, God!" I said. "It feels so fantastic. What about you?" "It's great, your being so thick. It's making me happy every which way." I went just a bit deeper, and bumped against the deep end of her pussy. "Oh!" she said. "What was that?" "I hit bottom," I said. "Sorry." "No! It's great. Do it every time! .... A little faster?" I sped up, in a hot, wet, smooth little... little... CUNT! That was the word for it, and it made me shudder. I stopped at once. "What?" she said. "Don't want to come too soon," I said. Instead, I lowered my lips and found her left nipple and licked it. She giggled. I licked the other one, then brought my face to hers and began kissing. She squirmed her pelvis, and in response I reached down with my fingers and fingered her girly lips, which had molded and distended themselves to accommodate my thick shaft. Right at the junction, on the top side of my shaft, I started fluttering my fingers. "Oh, God," she said. After several seconds, another, "Oh, God! I can't stand it... Do you mind too much if I talk dirty?" "Uh, no..." I said. "Then fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Really hard and fast!" "Uh, I'm gonna come soon." "Yeah, do it! I just want it so bad. I wanna feel the gooey stuff go in me the first time..." I raised myself on my hands and fucked away, feasting my eyes on her gorgeous face. She had her eyes closed, and I lustfully took in her flushed chest, her spread legs, and the small, smooth girl parts that had somehow accommodated my cock -- accepted it and given it a very warm and wet welcome. Every time I wedged the tip especially firmly into the end of her cunt, she gave a satisfied grunt. I held off as long as I could, but in under a minute I knew I couldn't resist. "Can't stop any more," I panted. "No! Go for it! Spew it deep!" I got a leer on my face and concentrated on nothing but my own selfish pleasure, fucking this sweet little girl to the hilt, as hard and fast as I could, with only one end in mind. I was dimly aware of her saying, "Oh, dear, what the heck... is this, Oooohhhhhhhh!" -- the last in a squeak, and I could just discern through my violent thrusting a couple rhythmic squeezes from her pussy, and then ecstasy was upon me. I jammed deeper than ever and held perfectly still, awash in ecstasy as I pumped gob after gob of sperm into her depths. Ten seconds later I opened my eyes to behold a tired-looking, happy, smiling little girl looking up at me adoringly. I rolled off to the side, my softening cock slipping out. "So, that's... that's what an orgasm is!" said Alison. Conflicted feelings filled me once more. She was a happy girl, but I had just... I had just broken so many laws... "What's wrong?" she said with concern. "I took advantage of you... I'm sorry.... I'm going to prison for so, so long..." "I'm not going to tell anyone, silly!" "I can't ask you to keep a secret like this." "If I told anyone, then we'd have to stop doing it, right?" "Stop?" "Well, you liked it, right? You want to do it more? Or don't you?" "Oh, God, of course I do!" Just then we both heard a voice from the street. "No, of course we can't take any lemonade when there's no one there!" We dressed quickly, though not in time for her to make a sale from that set of customers, and after a quick kiss she was off to mind her stand. I came out a couple minutes later and bought another lemonade. "Very tasty!" I said. I gave her 3 quarters. She looked at me and the quarters, smiled, then frowned and pushed the extra two back at me. "Can you give me your number?" I wrote it on the bottom of a lemonade cup. "I'll call you," she whispered, and just as I turned I caught a final smile and a wink. She was true to her word. --------------------------------------------------------- FRED: What a little slut! White panties with flowers... Yum. ANDREA: That is so unrealistic. That's grooming! That's rape! That girl is going to be screwed up for the rest of her life. RICHARD: That's very good. With tongue in cheek you capture the man's confusion as the girl leads him on to do just what he wants so much. He just can't quite manage to say no. ============================================================ The little swinger The little cherub was on the swing, pumping with her legs to soar, the wind ruffling her light blue dress. Her blond hair blew about in the breeze, she was humming to herself, and she was smiling. A 5-year-old, I guessed. I had a hunch that she was one of those girls -- those precious few. Standing in front of her, I said, "Hi, there." "Hi!" she said, smiling. "You wanna spread your legs a little so I can see up to your panties?" I asked in a friendly tone. "OK," she giggled, and on the next swoop toward me, the legs were apart a little and I saw the alluring white cloth that covered her crotch. I stared, with wide eyes and a lusty smile. "You're naughty," she said with a smile as she arced towards me once more. With a deft motion of my hands, I managed to touch her calves gently as she reached the peak of her upward motion. Next time I touched her knees. On each rhythmic surge upward, her lower parts eclipsed the upper as she presented them to me. With deft motions I managed to get my hand between her legs to touch the inside of her thighs. She stopped pumping and let herself slow down, smiling at me. I held her gaze and she held mine. That's when I knew for sure. I didn't reach under her dress any more. When she stopped, she reached her arms up to me in the classic sign of wanting to be picked up. So I did, grasping her under her armpits as she hopped up. I shifted one hand under her bottom as she wrapped her legs around my back. She leaned her head against my chest and sucked her right thumb for a few seconds. "Do you wanna do what I think you do?" she asked with a sly smile. "Probably. What do you think I want to do?" "Do your pokey thing in my panties?" "Maybe," I said. She looked at me reproachfully. "Yes... yes, I do. Very much!" She burst into a big smile. "Do you wanna get poked up under your panties?" "Maybe," she said with a sly grin. "What could I do to make you decide yes?" I asked. Without waiting for an answer, I started kissing her hair, then her cheek, then her ear. She giggled and offered her lips. I kissed her gently, and she responded. She started giving soft sighs of pleasure, and I joined her. Meanwhile, I moved my other hand -- the one not cradling her cute little butt -- all around her hair, her neck, and down her back, feeling all the contours of her lovely body. She wriggled in my arms, the little girl's sign that she wanted me to put her down. I got down on my knees in front of her, staring lovingly and lustily into her eyes. Her dress had fallen back into place, and now she reached between her legs, smushing it up part way. I couldn't see quite what she was doing up there with her hand, but she said, "You made me squishy!" "Oh!" I said. Then I leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "Can I taste it?" "Taste it?" "The squishy part. Get some on your finger and let me lick it?" She giggled and made a face. "OK." Her brow furrowed briefly in concentration. Her hand emerged a second later, finger sticking out and glistening. I stared at this wondrous little digit covered with wondrous fluid and reached in to sniff. It smelled magnificent. I grasped the hand gently and sensuously enveloped the finger within my lips, staring at her earnestly as I reveled in the taste of her precious liquid. I write to you from a reality just a little different from yours, one with a twist. There weren't many girls like her -- maybe one in a hundred. She smelled fertile, and there was an egg in her ready to be fertilized. We could make a baby together. It wouldn't start growing until she was old enough to handle a pregnancy, but it would be safely tucked away, ready to go. Most men had no interest, but we pedophiles did -- the ones who liked very little girls. Other people didn't believe that we could actually start babies this way, but some of us pedophiles knew it. The girls didn't really know, but their bodies knew, and it showed. When a girl got squishy like that, it was a good sign that she was ready. If she was on the fence, her body's desire usually tipped the balance. "You like my yucky parts, huh?" "Oh, yes. I love them! And they may seem yucky to you, but they are the most wonderful parts in the world!" "Would you kiss them?" she asked in a whisper. "Oh, yes! I'd love that!" "OK!" she said, all decided. "Where? Where can we do it?" "You wanna do it on that grass over there? Or you want a blanket?" "A blanket, yes! I want a blanket for my hiney! No ants or anything!" "OK," I said, and reached into my pack for a blanket. "Under that tree there?" I said. "No, in the sun. I want to do it in the sun!" "OK, you choose." She picked a spot and I spread the blanket. She quickly lay down on her back. "Sure you don't have to pee first? It's happier if you've peed, right?" "Oh... yeah," she giggled. "Where should I pee?" she asked, getting up. "Right under the tree?" "But it's not a toilet." "That's OK, you have my permission. Be a little naughty. Can I watch you pee?" "You wanna watch?" she asked, making a face. "Yes! I love everything about you down there and like to see it all." She squatted, holding her dress up, panties around her knees. Her eyes were fixed on mine as mine were fixed on her little girly lips. The pee rushed out and I gulped. She giggled. The flood ended quickly. She rose and reached for her panties, but I was quicker. I grabbed her under her knees and behind her back and whisked her up, then carried her the few yards to the blanket and lay her on her back. The girl's dress was hitched up around her hips, and I raised it a little farther to her waist. She spread her legs wide, pushing the panties down to her ankles. Her pink sneakers and socks covered her feet. I paused to look lovingly into her eyes and kiss her on the lips. She kissed me back, but after a few seconds she interrupted me. "Naughty parts... You promised, and my naughty parts are ready." I grinned and dove down between her legs. Eagerly I licked all around the outside of her labia and her thighs. "The really naughty part!" she said. "You promised!" I needed no further urging. I spread her labia gently with my fingers and went to work with my tongue. It was moist inside, and I made it moister, probing all around her hole before darting in a little. But of course I concentrated on her firm little clit. She moaned and sighed and her hips squirmed a little. The minutes went on, and I got into a rhythm that elicited the most plaintive moans. With my little finger, I probed her pussy, which was very wet and hot. I sensed her pleasure building, and I slowed and stopped. She whimpered, then gave a slight smile. "Time for your big naughty log?" "I'd love to," I said, unlimbering my stiff and eager cock. "Your big nasty thingie in my naughty goopy hole?" "Yes!" I said, guiding my tip into position. She eyed it uneasily. "Can I slide it in?" I asked, wanting to be absolutely sure. "Yup," she said. "I love it! Kind of like a giant poop going in instead of coming out, but in the other place. And it feels good, good, good!" "Yes," I said, expanding her tissues with my large meat, oozing into the hot wetness, deeper and deeper. "I love your nasty poke, poke, poke," she said. "Am I a bad girl?" Her eyes were hazy with pleasure. "No, you're a wonderful girl." I slid in and out luxuriously. "Are you gonna go faster? And make a naughty mess up inside?" I gave a lusty grin and sped up, while her eyes glazed over and her face went slack. These girls were fertile, and they really wanted to get stuffed and bred. As I urgently thrust in and out, there was no doubt that I was doing exactly what she wanted more than anything in the world. Her moans and squeaks got more intense, and then she shuddered and got a big smile. I kept thrusting with urgency. She began sighing and wriggling, then murmuring, occasionally looking up at me with a smile. Within a minute, she shuddered again. In and out I went, feeling amazing pleasure. Her sounds picked up again, and once more I saw her shudder, but then after a few seconds she shuddered again. And again. She was in a perpetual orgasm. Time to breed! I shoved, I heaved, I growled, and then I splatted messy squirts into her innards. Finished, I withdrew, and the little one looked a little dizzy. "I never had that before! Glad you stopped... It was almost too much." After a minute, she sat up and pulled her panties back up. I dressed too. "I wanna swing again!" she said. "OK," I said. "You want me to push you?" "Yeah, that would be great! You're such a nice man!" "Oh, happy to help!" --------------------------------------------------------- FRED: I've never been into the little ones so much, but when I read your stories I start thinking about them more. Any girl who can beg for it and then come and keep coming -- sounds good to me! ANDREA: So the thing with the stuffed animals wasn't an illusion. You're a disgusting pedophile. Nice try with shifting reality so the girls supposedly want it. The sort of delusions that support child rape. RICHARD: I like it. A little tweak to reality and a pedophile can fulfill his deepest desires, including starting babies. Andrea wanted me to expel you from the class. She's a bit unclear on the concept of the imagination being free. ============================================================ Winter comfort Mr. Smith stumbled through the door, tossed his winter coat on the new living room sofa, and walked across the carpet with his muddy boots on. He'd been away five days on a business trip -- sales. "I can't believe what they made me go through!" he said through gritted teeth. "And I bet we won't close the deal anyway." "Frank, Frank..." said his wife Karen soothingly. "I think it's going to work out all right. Even if you don't close this one, there was that big deal you finished last month, right?" "You don't understand!" he said, pounding his fist on the table. "We were counting on that one -- if we couldn't keep that one we'd be really screwed!" "OK, OK," said Karen. "I'm sorry it went so badly. I'll be right back," she said, and headed to the bathroom. But once there she hurriedly produced her cell phone. "Hi, Karen," said the woman at the other end of the line. "Hi, Sue," she said. "Listen, he just got back from a trip. I was worried when I knew he would be away the whole week. And it's really bad. Do you think... do you think you could bring Allie over?" "Now? It's 11! She's been asleep for hours..." "I know, I know, but he's so bad. I'm worried. " "Well, OK. Lord knows he's come over at all hours with Allie in the summer." Karen silently sighed with relief. She hadn't wanted to bring up who owed who. "OK, we'll be there as soon as we can." Karen hung up and flushed the toilet, then ran the water in the sink as if she was washing her hands. In the best of times it would take them 20 minutes to get there, but who knew how much longer it would take with a sleepy and cranky little girl. When she returned to the kitchen, Frank had nearly finished a beer. She winced. Drinking did not make this problem better. "Come on, honey," she said softly. "We can't solve the problem tonight. Come on upstairs and take a shower. Maybe things will look better in the morning." "I'm sick of waiting for things to get better!" he said with some heat. "Still," she said. "One thing at a time." --------------------------------------------------------- Forty-five minutes later, Frank sat on the edge of the bed in his pajamas, slouched forward and head down. The doorbell rang. "Who's the hell is that at this hour?" he said. "It's Allie," Karen said. "Allie! I take care of her all summer! What's she doing here now?" "You know she cheers you up, right?" "Yeah, but what kind of a sicko do you think I am that you need to drag little girls out in the middle of the night? And cheering up isn't what I need." "Well, even so... You're worth it," said Karen. There was enough back and forth between the two houses that Sue had her own key, and now they heard footsteps climbing the stairs. Allie looked quite sleepy. But she gave a game smile, and Sue had taken some time to spruce her up. Her blond hair was neatly combed. She wore a Sunday white dress and pink knee socks. Sue would undoubtedly have made sure she took her boots off, and she was now in stocking feet. "Hello, Mr. Smith," she said in her soft little voice. "Hi, Allie," he said, smiling a bit in spite of himself. The girl padded over and scrambled up onto his lap, sitting sideways. He put his left arm out to encircle her upper back and she leaned back against him. She wriggled herself against him until she was well snuggled in. Her eyes quickly started getting heavy, and Sue said, "Allie, Allie! It's not time to fall asleep!" "Oh, yeah," she said. She straightened up a bit and caressed Frank's hair with her left hand and kissed him under the chin. Frank said, "Oh, Allie, that's nice, but really, there's no need..." "But you should let her," said Karen. "It's good for you." "Oh, what that doctor says? He's a quack." "I feel a lump," said Allie with a smile, wriggling her butt just a little bit. Frank sighed. "Great. Reminding me I'm a pervert." "You are not!" said Sue. "You're very helpful to Allie, right? It's wonderful you can think of her that way." "But Allie doesn't need me now. Now it's just being perverted." Karen caught Sue making eye contact with Allie, and the girl nodded. "I miss you, Mr. Smith. I like when we're warm and happy together." "Well, we could hug a while if you'd like." "Yeah, but could you do it to me too? The real thing?" "I shouldn't..." "But you should!" said Karen. "You may think the doctor's a quack, but it's no harm, right?" "But Allie... It's not necessary for her." "Just do it, OK? You promise? If we leave you alone?" Karen said. Frank sighed. "Yeah, OK." he said. "OK, good," said Karen. Sue left, and Karen followed close behind, shutting the door on the way out. She felt a brief pang of anxiety. Frank could occasionally be violent when he was in one of his foul moods. He'd always been good with Allie, and never said an unkind word to her that she was aware of. Still... --------------------------------------------------------- Allie's hands were already on the front of his pajama bottoms, gently playing with his cock through the cloth. It was already quite hard. In the summers she needed him, and he'd been able to get excited by her and satisfy her peculiar need. But what was he doing here now? "Take it off," she said, tugging on his pajama bottom. "Oh, Allie, I don't know... I shouldn't be doing this, not when you don't need it..." "But you need it now. The doctor says..." Frank sighed and pulled off his bottoms and briefs. "That's it," said Allie with a smile, looking at his large, erect organ. "Now just put it where I always want it," she said, leaning back in the middle of the bed. "But what about you?" said Frank. In the summer things were very different. It would be so much nicer if she acted this way then. In the summer she struggled and called him names. "Oh, I'm all ready," she said. "I had my hand up there wiggling away on the ride over." She gave a little laugh. "Well, OK," he said, sliding over into mounting position. Her dress had ridden up a bit so he could see she had no panties on. They could stop to get undressed, but... she was right there, waiting. He pushed the dress up a little higher to get full access. She spread her legs wide apart to help him out. What a pathetic pervert he was, reduced to little girls giving him a mercy fuck. Whatever... He leaned in, opening her lips with one hand while he nestled his cock tip between them. He hesitated. "That's right," said Allie. "Right there. Come on in!" He pushed, and her tissues gave way deliciously around his tip, hot and welcoming, caressing him. His shaft followed the tip, and he went in deeper and deeper, the little girl's pussy extending her welcome to the full length of his organ. "Now in and out, in and out," she said softly. Concerns about his rotten life faded away, as did concern about what he was doing and who he was doing it with. His male nature took over, and he plunged in and out, and it felt good, even through his very grumpy mood. He could tell from Allie's smiling face that she was just fine with this, and he liked what he saw: the white dress above, pink knee socks below, and the intimate nakedness in the middle, his shaft driving in and out of her center... it was all very exciting. If he was doing it with Karen, this would be all about doing things just right to assure her pleasure. But with Allie it was different, and her smile told him that she would be delighted if he finished. As he increased his pace and force, he felt a twinge of guilt at doing a hard fuck to a little girl, but her smile only broadened. The pleasure built and built some more as he jammed in and out frantically. He tripped over the line into ecstasy. He kept pumping in and out frantically as his body delivered immensely satisfying big spurts into the small girl. The twitching stopped and his pace slackened. Then and only then did he remember. They did this together a couple times a week, all winter long. He needed it. The doctor was right and always had been right. It was just that when his symptoms acted up again, if he waited too long, then he'd forget again. His memories from the time he started getting really sexual with her through the afterglow would all be gone. But now he remembered, and he was thankful once again for the little girl and for his wife and all she put up with when he got into his spells. "Oh, Allie," he said, sighing. "I remember again now. Thanks so much -- so, so much!" "It's OK," she said. "It's nice I can help. And it feels nice too, you know. It feels warm and tingly in a good way when you're poking in and out like that." She yawned. "You sweet girl, you must be so tired. Having to get out of bed in the middle of the night like that." "It's OK," she said. "But can I sleep now?" "Oh, I think so," he said, "but let's get your clothes off." And like the little girl she was, she did the motions to cooperate in getting undressed, arching her back to let the dress ride up past her waist, then bending the other way to let it go higher, lifting her arms as it went off over her head. And she held each leg up a little bit while he peeled each sock off. He kissed her on the cheek and pulled the covers up around her. --------------------------------------------------------- Allie needed an earnest, sincere fuck every few days, all summer long, or she'd get very sick. What she really needed was a pedophile, and they were hard to come by. Sue and Allie were friends of the family, and when Frank had heard, he'd decided to come out to Karen about the urges he had kept hidden for so many years. There had been some tension between them, but when the reason was to keep little Allie healthy, then she got over it. He was attracted enough to Karen that she felt desired as well as satisfied -- it's just that he was attracted to Allie so much more. And it was a good thing he felt such affection, for she was often a challenge. During the summer, half the time she was at the point where she didn't remember any past treatments. She experienced it as losing her virginity every time -- of being raped, really. He'd experimented and found the words and actions that made it easiest. Some humor, a reminder of her mother telling her to be cooperative, and then a quickie. He could usually fill her little pussy with cum and fulfill her need within 30 seconds. Unfortunately he'd caught the disease Allie had, and now he had the reciprocal problem, though his was in the winter. Allie would outgrow her problem at some point, and at puberty she would no longer be able to help him. But there were other little girls with her condition, and he would still be in demand. Little Anne from down the street seemed to have it at the end of last summer, so the chances were he'd be treating her too when May rolled around. --------------------------------------------------------- He put his own briefs and bottoms back on and padded out into the hall and down to the living room, where the two women waited. "I'm so sorry," he said to Karen. "Thank you both so much." His wife rose and he gave her a long hug. "I think she's probably asleep by now. I took her clothes off. I assume it's OK if she sleeps here?" "Of course," said Sue. She pointed to a small overnight bag. "Karen will get her to school in the morning, right?" she said. Karen nodded. "Or I will," said Frank. "I'll do whatever I can." Sue said, "And you should be sure to do it to her again, right? You need to catch up after being away so long." "Yeah, you're probably right." "She's completely right," said Karen. "You've got to do it to her again. A good, long session, so you get it all out of your system." Sue said her goodbyes and left. Karen went off to the guest room. And Frank returned to bed with little Allie. He snuggled up behind her and breathed deeply of her neck while he rested his arm over her. She was a sound sleeper. Before long he was out too. He was having a bad dream. Ugly men in suits yelling at him, pointing fingers. He tossed and turned, and as he flung his arm out, it landed heavily on flesh. He heard a whimper, and was quickly awake. The contact with flesh wasn't so surprising, as Karen shared his bed, but the whimper was not a sound that Karen could make, and he knew at once who was sharing the bed with him. It was still totally dark. He knew the feeling. He had more of his bad energy to get rid of. And the only place to get rid of it was deep in the vagina of a little girl. And here was the little girl. He could last until morning, tossing and turning. But... He was pretty sure she wouldn't mind. He was pretty sure her mother and Karen wouldn't mind either. He slid his hand between her legs and began a rhythmic pressing and relaxing, over and over. Before many minutes had passed, the sleeping girl wiggled her pelvis once, then again. Then she turned onto her back, trapping his hand, as she also spread her legs. He smiled as he retrieved his hand and approached her feminine parts from the top. As he continued his pressing he focused on the flesh right over her young clit. She began thrusting her hips upward every few seconds. Finally her eyes opened groggily and she smiled at him. "Allie, Allie? Would you mind if I did it again? I'm feeling yucky again and it would really help." "Sure," said the girl. He was already very hard and quickly got into mounting position. Her eyes opened wide as his large organ invaded her body, but began closing again as he settled into an earnest, in and out fuck. "Allie?" he said. "You mind if I keep going even if you fall asleep?" "No, no, that's fine," she said, smiling. Soon her eyes were closed again. He couldn't tell for sure if she was sleeping or just zoned out, but her genuine smile was unmistakable. He could feel his bad energies discharging into her. It didn't take an ejaculation for them to leak out. The penetration itself did some of the work. And along with his building sexual pleasure, he felt slow release of his harmful energy. He also felt intense affection for the girl who was so trusting that she was happy to take it even if she drifted off to sleep. After a while, she started, looked up at him, then reached up with her arms and pulled him down against her hard in a tight little hug. At the same time her pussy squeezed. He took it as a signal and fucked straight for orgasm. It didn't take more than a few seconds as he began another series of rhythmic pulses to dump sticky stuff into the depths of little Allie. She released her bear hug and gasped a bit, so he immediately rolled to the side so she could breathe. She gave him a tender kiss on the lips, but within a few seconds her face relaxed and he realized she had fallen asleep once more. --------------------------------------------------------- FRED: Pretty good. You sure do like the little ones, eh? All the explaining doesn't do so much for me, but the sex scenes are good. ANDREA: Another pathetic little deus ex machina to justify your desire to fuck little girls. You know they don't like it, right? You know it would rip their innards to shreds to penetrate them like that? You know that in real life, right? I sure as hell hope so. RICHARD: Intriguing premise. I debated whether you should double the length to tell the story of the summer, but I think you're right. You got the gist of it across. ============================================================ Little Teflon prostitute The pictures and video of 5-year-old Jessie sure were appealing. She was blue-eyed, button-nosed and dimple-cheeked, with shoulder-length blond hair. The smile was warm and bright and spoke of intelligence and happiness. And she was only $700! He was prepared to pay a lot more. Mark sent his own pictures and application, and within a few hours he had a date. This was possible because the scientists had continued genetic mapping wholesale, and could now identify little girls who would never suffer in the future from sexual play if they agreed to it. Jessie was one. Technically the $700 was just a gift, and he was just going to have a play date, but everyone knew what was happening. The governor of their great state of Oregon had made it clear that no one was going to investigate or pursue these cases of underage prostitution. Small studies had suggested that it could dramatically lower the rate of child sex abuse against the girls who might be harmed a lot. Now Oregon was a laboratory, with the other states watching closely. --------------------------------------------------------- It was a row house in a working class part of town. Mark rang the bell and was met at the door by a worn-looking woman who he judged must be in her 30s. "Hello, I'm Mark. You must be Mrs. Jones." "Pleased to meet you." A little voice rapidly approached, "Is he here? Is that him?" She was in a light blue dress that came to just above the knee, white knee socks and shiny black dress shoes. "Hi, Jessie, I'd like you to meet Mark." "Hi there Jessie." "Hi Mark. I'd know about you even if you didn't sign up. You're one of the guys who likes little girls the naughty way. The way you're looking at me so happy." "You are a lovely little girl... You're sure this is OK, Mrs. Jones?" "Absolutely. She has tested positive for the GRQ-7909 gene as well as the HTH-1444, and either one is enough." Jessie said, "That means I can do anything I want and when I grow up I won't get all sad about it." She stuck her nose up with pride. Mark said, "Oh, and what sort of things might you do now since you have those genes?" As he spoke he handed Mrs. Jones an envelope with his $300 down payment. Jessie batted her eyelashes. "What did you have in mind?" "Hmmmm. You could give me a hug. It would make my day if you gave me a hug." Jessie took the few steps to Mark and leapt up at him, leaving the man no choice but to catch her. She plastered herself against his front. "How's that?" Mark was astonished and delighted. She'd already earned her $300 as far as he was concerned. "That's wonderful! A bit surprising, but wonderful." "But I know you want more. You want to play around inside my panties, right?" "Um... I... Yes, I really do," said Mark, stammering a bit. The little girl cocked her head with a smile and said, "You're shy and cute," before wriggling down from his hug. Mark knelt, took both of Jessie's hands in his, and said, "I would never, ever do anything to hurt you, now or later. Maybe you think I'm being dumb, but I had to say it." Mrs. Jones said softly, "That is very kind of you, Mark." Jessie said, "Well, if you're really nice to me and I like you, then I'll let you do your naughties down below. I'm a big girl now, you know! I can take a big fat peeny-weeny all the way up my cunny-wunny!" "Oh!" "And mommy says if I don't mind it's really nice, cuz that way we can afford a bigger house and nice things." Mark could hear Mrs. Jones shifting position. "It would feel pretty special to be able to play around in your panties." "Good! But first you have to be nice to me!" "I'd like that more than anything. What would you like to do?" "Let me show you my toys. Come on!" She pulled on Mark's hand, leading him to the bedroom. Mrs. Jones nodded and smiled, followed them, and then shut the door behind them to leave the two of them alone. "These are my beanie babies," she said. "And these are my animals." Mark sat in rapt attention listening to the story of every one and where it came from. It took half an hour. "Can you read me a story?" "Sure! Pick one." "I like this one," she said, and settled on Mark's lap as he sat on the bed. He sniffed her hair and kissed the side of her head. Then he gently put his left hand across her stomach. She looked over her shoulder and smiled. "That's nice." He smiled back, and brushed the hair back from her right cheek with his right hand. She closed her eyes and smiled. "Mmmmm, but you gotta read now." He read carefully and with feeling, rubbing his left hand gently in a circle on her stomach through her dress. It wasn't such a long book, and when it was done he looked down at her. "OK!" she said suddenly. "So now show me how much you like me!" She scrambled off his lap and flopped down on the bed on her back, fully dressed. Mark sat on the bed next to her. "Oh, my goodness, I love your eyes, and your beautiful cheeks, and your shiny golden hair." He gently stroked her cheek and then the aforementioned hair. "Your fingers are all perfect -- let me kiss them -- and your arms are smooth and just the right size for you. Now, way down here, you have shiny black shoes on -- can I take them off?" Jessie nodded. Mark carefully slid off one shoe, revealing the lower part of her knee-length socks. "And each of your calves is just right, and if you don't mind I'll go up here to your knee and slowly peel the sock down -- what beautiful skin you have -- warm and soft!" He rolled the sock off her foot and brought it to his nose. "And it's got a little bit of a foot smell, just the right kind for little girls." Jessie giggled briefly. Mark went back to the foot itself and caressed each part, starting with her toes before progressing to arch, heel, and then the top. Then he slid his hand luxuriously up past her ankle to her knee again. He gave the other leg the same treatment. Jessie said softly, "My mommy thinks I'm being a good girl and letting men do these things cuz it helps us earn money. But it's a whole lot of fun. You're the really nice kind. You think I'm wonderful and you touch me in all kinds of warm and fun ways." "But the stuff that happens later?" "That's fun and feels good too!" Having caressed and admired every inch of the girl from the knee down, he said, "I'm very, very interested in what's up under your dress, but first I want to talk about the rest of your body -- and touch it and feel it. I'm so glad you're letting me do this!" "Mmmm, make the rest of me happy too." "I really have a very special interest in your chest, but your dress is covering it. Can I undo these buttons and reach my hand down the front? Jessie nodded. He carefully undid the top three buttons of her dress and slowly slid his hand down. When his fingers found her nipples, he smiled and sighed, rubbing his fingers gently all over. Jessie's bright gaze studied his face, which probably showed just how excited and pleased he felt. He pushed his hand down lower inside her dress to find her smooth stomach. "But now I wanna go back to your knees and go upward.. He suddenly adopted the tone of a small boy. "Can I? Can I?" Jessie giggled and nodded. He gently nudged Jessie's legs apart and slid his hand under the hem of her blue dress, feeling the warm smoothness of her inner thighs. Up and up he went, slowly. As he neared the junction, he said, "Oh, Jessie, until just last year, if I'd touched you up her, it would have been terribly naughty of me. But I want to so much." He grew very earnest. "I've never touched a little girl's panties before." "You're a nice man, so you can," said Jessie. "Oh, thanks so much." And the next upward stroke of his fingers found the cloth and he fingered it hungrily, stroking. Jessie spread her legs a bit wider to let him explore more. "Oh, Jessie, can I put my fingers inside your panties? Please?" She nodded again, and his fingers slithered through a leg hole and stroked her girly lips at an awkward angle. She looked at him with severity. "You really are a very naughty man, you know that?" Mark looked startled. "I'm so sorry... I didn't realize... I'll stop..." Jessie broke into a big smile. "I was being funny." Mark relaxed and smiled a bit, then laughed with her. "Very funny, you! Jessie's funny!" He tickled her and she writhed as she laughed. Then she said, "Now let's take all our clothes off, quick as we can, OK?" "OK!" said Mark, excited. Her dress and panties flew off, while he got out of T-shirt, socks, trousers, and underpants. He was a little shy as he turned, realizing he was exposing himself to a 5-year-old girl! He covered himself with his hands. "Mark, you gotta let me see it!" said Jessie. "You're so shy. All men have big peeny-weenies." He didn't resist as she pulled his hands aside. They stood facing each other naked, and Jessie sized up his stiff cock. "Hello, Mr. Penis." Looking up at Mark, she said. "You mind if I touch?" He shook his head, and was delighted to feel her small warm hands gently playing with it. He groaned a bit and gasped, and she took her hands away. "Now, you're not going to have an accident, are you? We don't want any accidents on the carpet." Mark shook his head. "I'm well trained." "OK. It's just you were so excited... I've never seen one quite this big before," said Jessie softly. "But I'm pretty sure it will fit -- if we get that far! You still need to be nice to me!" She looked at him with mock severity. Mark nodded. "Let me give it a little kiss, OK?" It was more than a kiss; she took the tip in her mouth and Mark moaned again. He was well-trained, but with this sort of provocation, he wasn't so sure. But after a few seconds she stopped. Jessie hopped up and down, turning in a circle."So, what do you think now you see all of me?" She held her arms out to show her naked body. "I think you're beautiful and wonderful and amazing." As she turned around, his hands raced over every surface, finding each warm and smooth. After a few turns, she said, "I bet you want to lie down with me? You want to?" Mark nodded eagerly. "On your stomach first, OK?" "Sure," she said and flopped down on the sheet. "See my butt?" She lifted it a little and wiggled it. "My butt hole is a place no one's ever allowed to go -- that's private, OK?" She looked at him earnestly. "Sure, absolutely, honey! No problem at all." "Good!" She shut her eyes and smiled as he rubbed her back and arms and the cute round cheeks of her bottom. "You make me feel nice." Mark said, "That's wonderful, but the other side's even better." When she turned over, he sat beside her and his hands raced over her entire body from knees to the top of her head. Then he lay beside her and brought his head in to gaze longingly into her eyes. He hoped she'd kiss him, but if not she could just turn away. She gave a flirty smile and kissed him back, while his hands raced over her stomach and chest and thighs. But her little girl part between her legs was like gravity to his hand, and soon he was cupping it. "Funny how you men always end up right there!" said Jessie. She spread her legs wide to accommodate his exploration. "Well, it's the part we don't have!" "Yeah. My mommy says that everyone should have both a penis and a vagina between their legs. One grows there, and you should borrow the other one." "I think your mommy is very smart." "What's really fun is if you crawl down there and kiss me. Kiss me over and over, then lick it and lick it and lick some more!" Mark was thrilled at the idea, but asked, "Do all the men do that?" Jessie gave a guilty smile and said, "No. Mommy says I shouldn't say it. She says I should wait and see if the man says he wants to. But I like it so much, I kind of gave a hint." "Yeah, that was quite the hint." Mark smiled at Jessie and she smiled back. "And if the men don't, do you still let them keep going?" "Yeah, fingers work well too. My cunny likes to get stuffed and loved, but it needs to get ready first. And that's *your* job," she said, putting her finger on his nose tip and gently pushing. "Enough talk," said Mark. "Let me at it! This is so amazing!" He got down below her on the bed, opened her outer lips gently with his hands, then tried to drink up her girly part with all his senses. "It smells wonderful, and tastes wonderful, and feels wonderful. Totally wonderful." After a minute, Jessie said, "That's really nice, Mark... Mmmmm... This is like having a job where you have to eat sundaes with hot fudge and cream and nuts..." She giggled, but only faintly. "Oh, that's so nice! You know what, Mark?" He raised his head to say, "What?" "No! Don't stop!" After his tongue was engaged in pleasuring her once more, she continued, "Here's what. I know what a urinal is -- a special toilet for men to pee in. But men have another kind of pee to do too, and a cunny is like another special toilet for men to do it in. You think so? -- Don't stop to answer!" Mark massaged Jessie's outer thighs with his hands, and now he moved them up to stroke her stomach and midsection. Jessie said, "That feels really good. But I'll be disappointed if you don't want to shove your peeny-weeny up there. Most men do, when I convince them it's gonna fit. You think you'll wanna do that?" Mark managed to nod without removing his mouth from Jessie's tender happy parts. "I'm ready for it. Your tongue feels great, but it's time for your peeny-weeny. That feels just great too. And I get to watch you get happy." Mark raised his head at last. "You're nice and slippery and hot." "That helps the toilet work better," said Jessie with a little giggle. "Is your thingie still long and hard?" Mark didn't answer, but raised himself up ready for the next act, and Jessie got to see his penis in its rampant desire. "I want to so bad, Jessie. Can I? I want to stick it in you." "Go ahead!" said Jessie. "But go slow, OK? Because you're so big." Then she said, "I surrender," and spread her legs wide and put her hands up and out to the sides. With a grin, she said, "You like that idea?" Mark nodded as he moved into position. This adorable, beautiful, sexy 5-year-old was his for the taking. Her legs were spread and her pussy was open for his attention. He eagerly mounted and pointed his penis where a penis goes. He lodged his glans in the girl's wet place and began to push. Her tissues gave way slowly, but with grace. His penis head slipped into her hot, wet body cavity and he gasped with pleasure. "Wow, it really is thick! But it's nice!" "Mmmmmmm!" said Mark, now in a couple inches, going in and out slowly, probing deeper each time. The pleasure of her hot, wet grip was wonderful, but half the fun was seeing his shaft moving in and out between the legs of a small girl who smiled up at him. "Oh, man!" said Jessie. "It's so nice when it's thick like that." Mark felt compelled by his male heritage to get his penis as far into his mate as he could. She took his entire length, and he felt his pubic bone bump against hers. And then, with a grin of total satisfaction, he began pumping in and out. Screwing, mating, fucking, humping. His deep strokes felt fantastic, and they were the right thing to do on so many levels. "Um, you wanna do you naughty pee soon? You can. Any time!" "Thanks, but I'm having... so much fun I want to... make it last..." "OK, it's just that it feels so good, your big thingie is getting all my happy places, and I might, um, have a naughty time myself... And you're the one who paid to make peepee in my little toilet." "By a naughty time, you mean where it feels really good? And then you relax?" "Um, yeah... Like I get when I bounce up and down on my teddy bear... Oooo, it feels so good." "I'd love it if my big cock... driving in and out... could make you feel that way." He picked up the pace and thought with satisfaction of his shaft hitting all the little girl's pleasure buttons. "A little deeper in? Really mash your hairy bone up against me hard!" Mark grinned and changed his angle slightly to press his pubic bone right against hers with every stroke. "I'm sorry to be bossy," she said. "You're the one who paid to make peepee up there..." "That's true, but... if you could have one of those just when I'm... doing my business up there... that would be the best thing ever... or... just tell me what feels good." He had a thought and grinned, "It would be kind of like... flushing the toilet." She gave a quick laugh. "OK, that's great. Just a little slower now... Good... Oh, it's fantabulous!" "Unnnh, unnnh, unnnh... unnh, unnnh, unnnh!" "Oh, it's gonna happen, I can tell... Only question is just when... You're happy? You sure look it! You pee and I'll flush, if you don't wait too long! Let me watch you..." He saw her eyes locked on his, with a half-crazed pleading expression. He went up to maximum speed, force, and depth, and she smiled. His peak pleasure was inevitable, and he thought of the joy of being able to ejaculate into the sexy depths of a small girl. That doubled his pleasure, and the twitches began down below. "Peeing!" he croaked. Jessie managed to get out a "Flushing!" just before squealing. So the matched organs pulsed in the same rhythm, the intruder spewing out pulses of cum as the hostess in her ecstasy squeezed him over and over. They relaxed at the same pace, his thrusting tapering off as his cock softened. He slid out slowly and rolled onto his back. She turned to snuggle up to his side, both of them still breathing pretty hard. "Nap time?" he asked groggily. "OK, nap time!" said Jessie happily. And intertwined with his very small lover, he relaxed in total satisfaction. Jessie's breathing showed she had fallen asleep almost at once. He drifted off too. --------------------------------------------------------- Mark woke to a soft knocking. "Mark, Jessie?" came Mrs. Jones' soft voice. "Yes?" said Mark softly, but Jessie stirred sleepily too and smiled up at him. "Jessie, you need to take your bath before supper and your next appointment. Remember Bob?" Mark saw Jessie make a slight frown. "OK, mommy," she said, but didn't move. Instead, she gave him an evil little grin. "Can you do it again, quick like a bunny?" Mark looked at her in surprise. His cock was already half-hard just from the presence of the dear little thing, but now the blood started surging into it strongly. Jessie flopped onto her back, spread her legs wide and held her girly lips open. Mark turned, mounted her, and buried himself to the hilt. "Quick, quick, quick!" Jessie whispered in his ear. The pleasure built, and 30 seconds later he climaxed again, spewing more sperm into her depths as Jessie smiled up at him. When he caught his breath, Mark said, "If you could do it with me every time instead of different men, would you?" "Yes, yes, yes!" squealed Jessie. The two of them got dressed and came out to join Mrs. Jones in the living room. "Were you satisfied?" she asked. "Yes, very much so," said Mark, handing her ten hundred-dollar bills. "How much does Jessie earn in a week?" he asked. "Oh, sometimes $10,000." Mark could tell that was a high figure. "That would be two clients a day, every day." "Yes, sometimes that happens." "You never have me do two days in a row," said Jessie. Mrs. Jones shot her daughter a dirty glance at the undermining of her bargaining position. "I'll make a deal," said Mark. "I want Jessie all to myself. At least three times a week, but more often if she wants." "I want! I want!" said the little girl bouncing up and down on her shiny black shoes. "That would hardly cover --" "I'll pay $3,000 a week." Mrs. Jones paused, then shook her head. "$4,000, then. If you'd like, you could both live in my carriage house, and my chef would be sure to bring you something tasty. That would save expenses." Mrs. Jones hesitated. "There are other girls who advertise..." he said. But it was a bluff -- he wanted Jessie. Mrs. Jones quickly smiled and nodded. "OK, it's a deal." --------------------------------------------------------- And so Jessie and her mother came to live at Mark's estate. She visited with her mother in the carriage house when Mark was at work. But every night she came to his bed and begged for a chance to get his peeny-weeny up into her little cunny-wunny, so he could give her a mess of spermy-wormies and a big fat happy happy. She spent the night snuggled against him, and begged for another poke and peepee in the morning, which he was delighted to provide. --------------------------------------------------------- FRED: That was pretty cool. Buying a little girl, who really liked to be had. Hot talk too. ANDREA: No one wants to be a prostitute. You can talk about your special genes and make the story so the girl seems to like it, but it's all misogynistic crap. And there you have the mother pimping her daughter. Why not a father? Mothers don't pimp out their daughters. RICHARD: More imaginative work. I really believed Allie's character -- she was a prostitute who liked her work, when she had the right john. ============================================================ A dutiful husband I gently turned over to spoon against my wife's back. I tried gently stroking her hair, prepared at any moment for her to wriggle away and sigh with irritation. When had we last had sex? A month ago? Instead she turned over and looked at me. "I guess it's been a while, hasn't it?" she said. I didn't even nod, but instead kissed her and tentatively slid my hands all over her body. She looked off into space, then yawned. "OK," she said after I had been stroking the front of her panties for a minute. She stripped naked and so did I. She spread her legs. We had our patterns, and I knew just what to do. I shifted down on the bed and began licking all around her crotch area. I figured she'd probably last showered the morning before -- not bad. I massaged with my fingers but soon concentrated my tongue on her clit. I'd learned how to do it just right, and she started sighing as the careful licking motion aroused her. It was perhaps 20 minutes later that she wiggled and said, "OK" with a sparkle in her eye. I knew the signal, and reached into the bedside table for a condom. As I was putting it on, she said, "Risky time of month, better use two." Once one condom was on, I took another and rolled it over the first. I then lay on my back and she mounted me, engulfing my stiff but well-protected cock up into her body. And she rode me. I slid my hand between us and found her clitoris. I gently fluttered my fingers on it when she pulled her body away from mine, then stopped when she pressed us together. The minutes went on. Sometimes her movement was very slow and just back and forth, so there was no motion on my cock and it began to get soft. I decided to move my own hips, thrusting up into her gently. It was enough to make me hard again. She went back to her motion, up and down, back and forth. As she got more excited, she pressed our bodies together hard, mashing my fingers. The pain didn't last, fortunately. I could feel her getting more excited, pressing towards orgasm. Finally she made a few quick thrusts back and forth and then mashed her pussy down hard against me, squashing my fingers. I'd probably have a bruise, but that was OK. Thirty seconds later, once all traces of her orgasm had left her, she lay forward on me. That meant it was my turn. I used my hands to hold her limp hips up a couple inches above me, giving room to thrust. I went pretty fast, but was careful not to go too deep. I concentrated on how sexy it all was, how much I wanted to come, to feel some relief, to finish the act that was central to a marriage. In and out I went, though with the two condoms the sensations were not so strong. She yawned. I concentrated on cock and pussy, on finishing -- on orgasm. "I'm getting a little sore," she said. I felt a brief flash of irritation, but quickly put it aside. This was my chance -- I might not get another one for a month. The feelings built, weak but may be enough. A little more, a little more -- aaaahhhhhhhh! I felt a little wave of pleasure, felt my cock twitching, but felt above all relief. I had my satisfaction. I was a lucky man. As I slowed, she pulled away a little bit. I knew the routine, so I firmly grasped the base of the condoms as she pulled herself off. I counted to ten -- the maximum time I was allowed -- then rolled out of bed and into the bathroom, to remove the condoms, wrap them in lots of toilet paper, and wipe my cock. Back in the bedroom, I retrieved my nightshirt and briefs and tiptoed out to the spare room. Since my penis might ooze further semen during the night, I was banned from the bed. But it was sex -- some married men never got it at all any more. --------------------------------------------------------- FRED: That's the most boring story ever. What a wimp. Pussy-whipped. All your others have been good, but this one... ANDREA: At last! A good sex story. He was careful not to pressure her at any point, let her take control, and made sure she had a satisfying orgasm. I guess it was OK that he kept going after she said she was sore -- she could have asked him to stop. Excellent modeling of safe sex too. At the start I did feel some tension, like she was being coerced into the sex, guilt-tripped into it. Sex should only happen when both people really, really want it. But for you, it's a huge step forward. RICHARD: An anti-erotic story, with a lot of male hostility in it. Very intriguing. Just about as long as it can be without straining the idea. ============================================================ Harem initiation There was a knock. "Come in." My trusty eunuch Bill appeared. "The female is ready, sire." "Is this the one you caught yesterday?" "Yes, sire." "Bring her in." She was wearing a torn gray dress, with traces of mud here and there. Her knees were scraped, and one was seeping blood. Face kind of ugly, frankly. But what the heck. She was a woman. Bill stood by the door and turned his back. "You have no right to hold me like this. This is kidnapping!" "Hmmmm. Feisty, eh? What's your name?" "I'm Andrea." "You're pretty dirty. Looks like you struggled." "Of course I struggled. And they wouldn't let me wash up." "Oh, that's fine. More primitive. Let's get right down to the fucking. You need to get fucked, early and often." "No... No!" "You've got no choice. Bend over my desk. Pull your panties down first." "No, I never! --" I grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her face down over my desk. "Hold still!" She did, more or less, and I flipped her dress up, and pulled down her panties. There they were, the fuckable parts. She might be ugly, but her pussy was a pussy. It just begged to get fucked, and the prospect made me hard. "Lift your right leg... Come on, lift it! Knee up on the desk... That's it, honey, so I can get at your filthy cunt. You look like you're a dog about to pee, but I'm the male here." "I'm... I'm a virgin..." she whimpered. "Oh, all the better! Woo-hoo! I can see you'd have trouble getting a date." She was silent a few seconds, pointedly ignoring that comment. But then she reacted to the approach of my big fucking stick. "No... no..." "Yes, oh yes!" I spread her lips apart with my right hand, and they squelched aside. Cunts are so gross. I aimed myself with my left, and nestled the tip right in the soupy slot. "Won't hurt a bit..." I cooed. Grabbing both her hips, I gave a sharp shove. "OUCH!" "Ahhhhh." I pulled back but jammed in again, hard, over and over. "Ouch, ouch! Please stop!" "Oh, shut up!" I said, whacking her butt from the side, hard. "I'm reaming out your filthy sewer... And I can feel it getting slimier the more I fuck -- see, you want it! Gotta add my mess to the sewer... Gotta say, it feels good. Oh, there, I bumped the end! How hot! Well, let me bump it good and hard --" "Owwwwww!" "The more you hurt, the better I like it. Let me jam some more, open you up better.... You women are gross, but the sewer's got a certain charm. That's what you're good for -- fucking, being a cum dump, making babies. Something about the way you feel, the sewer walls, makes me think I can breed you right now." She sniffled. Enough chit-chat. I fucked her slimy pussy, getting harder and harder, feeling better and better. Raping a baby up into a hot snatch -- my favorite thing. "Oh, you nasty cunt.... I own you... Fuuuuuucccccccckkkk!" I let my cock pulse sperm into my little virgin prisoner. My contribution to her sewer complete, I withdrew and let her go. She stood up shakily, then quickly pulled her panties up and let her dress fall down, looking defeated and miserable. Yum! "We'll keep doing that until you get a nice full belly and give me a baby. Then we'll do it again! I've got 112 .... no, it's 113 now! .... babies, and that's nowhere near enough... Bill, take her to pen 27." --------------------------------------------------------- FRED: Oh yeah! You sure showed her who's boss. A few more strokes at the end and I made a mess all over my tablet. ANDREA: You're worse than sewer mold yourself. I ought to tie you down naked and invite rape victims to come and shit on your face and then carve their initials anywhere they want with a knife. Got to restrain them on your tiny cock, though, lest it get cut off too soon. A bloody, stringy mess would do. RICHARD: A pretty good entry in the sadism-rapist-harem genre. ============================================================ Epilogue The last meeting of the workshop was over. On a hunch, I caught up with Andrea. "Hi," I said. "It's Mr. Pig," she said with disgust. I waited until there was no one within earshot. "I've got a proposal for you. Let's go to the men's room on the third floor -- there's no one up there now. We go into a stall, you lean over the toilet, and I take you from behind. A quick fuck. Hard and deep. Bareback." "Yeah, right!" she said with a laugh. "You are too much!" "Think about it. Think about what it would really be like." She slowed down, looking uncertain. "Your butt's up in the air. You're looking at the graffiti. Then you get stuffed deep." "You are so gross!" she said, but it was without conviction. "In 15 minutes you'll be a powerful independent woman again." She bit her lip. "Every story you wrote made me wet. The last one the wettest of all." I grinned, and turned to take the stairs up. She followed. ============================================================ What did you think? 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