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.

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And now, our feature presentation.  Enjoy!


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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.


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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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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."


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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.

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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.

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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?

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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.

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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.

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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!"

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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.

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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."

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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...

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.


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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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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.

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