Author: Sterling Title: Girls Pick Up Pedos at the Playground Summary: In the 1960s, science finds that a few young girls by nature need sex with adults to be happy. After reluctantly accepting this, society needs to find men who will be their partners: Pedophiles. Certain playgrounds become meeting spots where girls can find one to their liking. A few pedophiles are sad that so many girls are after just one thing. Keywords: Mg Mg(2-12), Mg2, Mg12, 1st, oral, cons, pedo, loli NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex. First posted 1/16/2021. 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/ There is a more user-friendly web version of most of my stories from before 2016 here: /files/Authors/Sterlin g/www/ Sterling ============================================================ Girls Pick Up Pedos at the Playground Chapter 1 "Mom, Rachel needs a boyfriend." Stephen was 15 years old. "A boyfriend! Why do you say that?" said Bonnie. "When my friends are over, she pesters them." "Girls that age pester big kids -- I'm sorry." Rachel was 5 years old. "Not this kind of pestering. "Roger -- he's sitting on the sofa. She crawls up beside him and starts like kissing his ear. I swear her hand was headed to his crotch before he got up. He told her to get lost. "Oh, I'm sure she's just playing around." "But then Mike was over. And she started doing the same thing, trying to get close to him, and he looks over at her and smiles, and she starts to kiss him on the lips!" "Maybe she just saw something on TV." "Yeah, but Mike, he gently turns his head away but then he talks to her, real soft. He asked her her name, then he asks her if she likes him. And she says, 'Do you like me?' " Stephen's voice mimicked perfectly that of a hopeful lover. "And Mike says, 'you're a wonderful girl, and I'm sure you'll find a man who likes you, but I am only interested in girls my own age. OK?' But Rachel, she looks real sad, runs to her room and slams the door." "She does that for other reasons too." "Mike said his cousin is like that. She was hell to live with until they figured it out. She just turned four and has a boyfriend and is happy." "Oh," said his mother, deflating. "They say they can be really happy, it's not that different, they do all the same things they just have a boyfriend." "Yeah, OK, OK." There had been a few other signs, but Bonnie had ignored them. She didn't want her daughter to be one of Those Girls. It wasn't that uncommon. About as many as girls who turn out to be lesbian. But everyone wants their kids to be normal. Being one of Those Girls was not normal. There had been an article about it in the magazine -- that serious one they got. The same one where they talked about the Apollo program that was going to send men to the moon. That was what she was more interested in, but now she needed to read that other article. Stephen was right. The main way to deal with this syndrome was helping Rachel get a boyfriend. There were some places springing up where men and girls congregated to see if they hit it off. There was one not far from her -- the Washington Street playground. As Bonnie approached the playground with Rachel, she had a heavy heart. There were maybe forty kids in all, on various climbing structures, on the swings, taking turns going down the slide. Rachel ran off to play. Bonnie took a seat on a bench some distance away and watched. There were six pedophiles she could see right off. You could tell because they weren't sitting on benches talking with each other. They were playing with the kids. Pushing them on the swings, playing make-believe monsters on the climbing structures while the boys and girls shrieked with laughter. Sitting in a sandbox with a little one, using molds to make sand animals. One man was carrying a boy of three or four in his arms, the boy snuggling against his chest. She noticed that the boys had mostly congregated on one side of the playground, the girls on the other. Around the boys there were a few men but also a couple women. She guessed some women must be eager to accept the sexual efforts of small boys, though she hadn't thought about it much before. Rachel raced off to the climbing structure, climbing up the edge, sizing up what was going on. A couple kids were bouncing up and down on the hanging bridge, and Rachel joined them. She fit right in to the group. There were plenty of kids here who were just playing. It was popular with the kids because pedophiles were often fun to play with -- just playing. It was popular with parents because they knew their kids would be safer with the pedophiles than anywhere else in the city. Pedophiles did not let bad things happen to children. But after she had played with the group a short while, Bonnie saw her also paying attention to the two men playing with the kids. The men could see her checking them out. One of them approached and tried to engage Rachel in conversation, but she apparently didn't encourage him because he went back to playing with the main group. But Rachel saw another man not too far away, and Bonnie could see her watching him, checking him out. He was pushing a girl on a swing. She walked over and stood six feet away, looking up at him sometimes but also looking away. He started talking with her for a minute. He slowed down the girl on the swing, and kissed her on the cheek. She smiled, got up, and ran off to the climbing structure. Bonnie could see him offering Rachel a turn on the swing, but Rachel declined, and then walked over and hugged him around the legs. The man reached down and picked her up and she leaned against him, beaming. The man smiled at her, and she smiled back, and then she nibbled his ear. He turned to face her and then she saw it -- a tender kiss, girl to man, not like parent and child, but like boyfriend and girlfriend. But the man turned away after a second of kissing and asked Rachel something. Rachel pointed to her, Bonnie. The man carried Rachel over until they stood six feet away. "Rachel here says you're her mommy. I'm Peter. Pleased to meet you." "Hi, I'm Bonnie." There would be no handshake because Peter's arms were occupied holding Rachel. "Rachel's a real love, I can see it in her smile. She wanted to kiss me, and more, and ordinarily I'd love to, but I've got a girlfriend already. She and I are a couple, and we don't make out with other people." Rachel's smile disappeared, and she wriggled to get free. Peter immediately released her and she climbed up in Bonnie's arms and hugged her for comfort. "She's never had a boyfriend before," said Bonnie. "That's a hard time for a girl like her." Peter looked around at the various kids and pedophiles. "I saw her talking with William, but they didn't hit it off. I don't see any others right now who would go for a girl her age." "Oh," said Bonnie. "But can you pick another time when you'll come back? I can talk to a few wonderful men who would love to meet a girl like her, and maybe she'd like one of them." "Would the day after tomorrow work?" "Sure, that would be fine. Is she looking... Rachel, are you looking for a boyfriend, or just a single date?" Rachel looked puzzled. "I bet she doesn't know what she wants herself yet," said Peter. "A few of the guys are only looking for long-term stuff, maybe not such a good match at first for Rachel." And so Bonnie and Rachel drove home from the playground, Bonnie explaining that they could come back in just a couple days, and maybe there would be somebody she'd like, like Peter or Michael or Roger. Rachel hadn't so far shown any evidence of being terribly picky. Of course she had no interest in Stephen or her husband George. They said girls never went for their brothers or father. On Thursday Bonnie and Rachel went back to the playground. There was Peter, and this time there were maybe fifteen grown men. Many were playing with the kids, but a few clearly had their eyes out for Bonnie and Rachel. Bonnie sat and Rachel went off to play. Peter joined Bonnie on the bench. One approached Rachel directly and talked to her, while the rest made themselves available at various distances and smiled. Rachel ignored the one who had approached her and ran up to one who was sitting on a bench. After a moment she crawled up to sit beside him, after another moment she was in his lap, and a few moments later they were kissing. And they kept on kissing. "Wow," said Peter. "You've got one horny little girl there. I think she needs to get it and soon. Daniel is a good choice." "What...?" "Hey, if she was 17 she'd think ahead a bit more, but girls that age are pretty focused on the moment." "So, what happens?" "I would ask Daniel if he would like to come over to play with Rachel -- right now. And then pry her off of him long enough to drive her home, while Daniel follows in his own car, and then let them play. She'll probably have him in her bedroom in about two minutes. She does have a room of her own?" "Yes." "That's good. Then -- at her age she's not going to be thinking about who can hear what. If you don't want to know what's going on, put on some loud music." "But... what if he hurts her? How would I know?" "Daniel would rather die than hurt a girl. And he understands how girls think. It will be fine. And of course you don't have to put any music on." --------------------------------------------------------- The door shut behind them, and it was just her and this man Daniel. She repeated the name a few times in her head. She loved it. She stood in front of Daniel, then jumped up and Daniel caught her, like she knew he would. She straddled him, legs around behind his back, arms on his shoulders. And she reached in for a kiss. And he kissed her back. She kissed more and he kept kissing her. She felt tingly all over. For once a man who didn't pull away. She didn't want to pull away, she wanted to kiss! But then he put her down. "Rachel, my dear," he said softly. "We can do lots more than kissing, if you'd like." They sat side by side on the bed. What did she want? She thought of reaching out to the place between his legs where his wiener was, but paused. "First, I don't think you need those jeans on. You want to take them off?" Rachel nodded. "You can do it yourself, or can I help? I'd love to help." Rachel did the button and the zipper, and then she looked on as Daniel pulled then down gently, sometimes tugging on the cuffs and other times more over her thighs. Then she was there in bare legs. She had kicked her sneakers off as soon as they got to her house, and now she wiggled her toes, and Daniel removed her socks. "What about the top?" he asked. She shook her head. "You'll see me." Daniel gave a big smile. He leaned towards her and his hand started up her back under her T shirt. It felt good to feel his strong hand against her back. He then shifted around so it was going up her stomach underneath. She was aware of her chest -- that would be the next place his hands would go. She wanted him to touch her there. "OK?" he said, as his hand neared her flat nipple. Rachel nodded enthusiastically, and then she felt a little twinge of pleasure as his hand gently brushed over her chest. There was nothing there, but it was still a private part. She raised her hands high, and he got the message and slipped the T-shirt up over her head. Now she was in nothing but underpants. "You too," she said. "Certainly," said Daniel, removing his own T shirt. There was his chest -- so big, so strong, a little hair here and there. He had nipples too. He also took his shorts off, leaving him in nothing but his underpants. But there was a big bulge in his underpants. He saw her looking and said, "You can look at that any time you want, but I've got some other things I'd love to try first. Want to lie down?" She loved the idea of lying down, and soon it was just her almost naked little self next to his large, wonderful body. She wanted to eat it up somehow! He was kissing her again and she kissed him back. She felt warm all over but especially in her private part -- the one where there really was something different from boys. And just at that moment she felt his hand down between her knees, sliding smoothly over her skin, and then sliding up, just as she wanted it to. She spread her legs, and then... How did he know she wanted him to touch her right there, where her panties were? He touched her very gently, right there on the panty cloth. How did he know she wanted it to be gentle? She was sick of the panty cloth and wished it would go away. He must have had the same idea, because his hands were tugging on the elastic near her hips, and moments later he had the panties down and off of her feet. "You've never done this before, right?" She shook her head and looked down, afraid she wouldn't know enough and he'd think she was dumb. "Oh, that's wonderful -- I mean every girl has to do it the first time once, right? And I love that I get to be here with you while you discover these things for the first time." His hand had resumed is position between her legs, and he was pressing and massaging just a little, and it felt good. Oh, did it feel good! She touched herself there sometimes, and it felt good, but mostly those times she just felt she wished there was a man there instead. And now there was. "You still want to see what's between my legs -- my penis?" She nodded enthusiastically, and suddenly there it was. Huge. Long and thick, with that funny sack below and hair around the base. But she needed it. She needed it somehow. "You know what your vagina is?" She had some idea that it was a hole down there, but not much more. "Believe it or not, before I leave today you're going to ask me to slide my penis into your vagina, and you're going to love it." She laughed. That big thing? Between her legs? Into her body? "But we start with something else. Your private parts are so special, so amazing so wonderful, that I want to kiss them." "Really?" It sounded gross, but... if he wanted to? "You let me try?" She nodded and then she felt his whole huge body below her on the bed, her legs apart, and then... wet! His tongue was on her privates! She couldn't tell just what he was doing, but she knew it felt fantastic. She spread her legs wider. He paused. "You know what an orgasm is?" She shook her head. "It's when the really good feelings come together down there and feel even better and then it breaks like a wave and you feel satisfied. I don't know if it will happen to you or not, but if it feels really good, just let it happen, OK? And enjoy it?" She wasn't quite sure what he meant, but sure enough she soon felt better down there than she ever had, and then even better, and then... it released, like a big wave of pleasure, but there were three instead of just one. She gasped for breath and then was... satisfied, just like he had said. His head reappeared and that big masculine body was next to hers. "Maybe you want to call it a day now. I could go and you could do the usual things you do this time of day." She shook her head. She felt satisfied in one way, but in another way she was still missing something important. He had made his joke about his thing fitting into her. It still sounded like a joke, but her 'vagina' felt different after her orgasm. And without her needing to say a word he was probing down there with his finger. Her vagina was kind of wet, and he assured her that was just the way it was supposed to be. He pressed the finger in deeper, he moved it side to side. With two fingers inside her, he separated them, very gently, making her vagina a little wider. She realized it wasn't a joke any more. She wanted that huge thing between his legs inside of her -- inside her vagina. As she looked at his thing, she could feel her vagina getting wider faster with his fingers. On and on it went, minute by minute -- more fingers in, deeper inside her, sliding back and forth. "You want to try now?" he asked. She did. She wanted that monster thing inside of her body. So she slid into position, on her back with legs spread wide, but this time it wasn't his tongue that approached, and it wasn't his fingers -- it was that huge prong of flesh. He pressed the tip right against where it was supposed to go. "Still, we go very slowly," he said. She felt the pressure as the blunt tip of his thing pressed. She felt her vagina slowly, slowly getting wider to take it inside. And it was partly inside, and that felt amazing. He was moaning and whimpering in a way that meant he was feeling good. It went in slowly -- very slowly. She wanted it faster, but waited patiently. Finally she couldn't stand it any more and reached back, grabbed his bottom, and pulled it towards her as hard she could. The thing slid in another inch -- now it really felt "in" -- and Daniel groaned and gasped and swore. And now it felt even wetter inside her somehow. He gently began pulling back, but after just a bit she grabbed his bottom and pulled towards her, and it went in, a little further maybe. Next time she didn't need to pull, he pushed in, and again it went in a little farther. His thing started softening then. But she had done it. She had finally gotten what she had wanted all these months. And he certainly didn't seem to mind -- he seemed really happy. Daniel explained about the stuff leaking out of her, and she thought that sounded OK -- like a souvenir of their time together. Now she dressed and he dressed and she thought of some toys she had been playing with, just her, and she said goodbye to Daniel and he left. --------------------------------------------------------- For the next few days, Rachel remembered her first time doing sex fondly, but she got into all her other activities, and mostly felt relief that she didn't have that itch that made her want to sit in Stephen's friends' laps, and kiss them, and touch them. Now she knew what she had been wanting, and she had done it, and it was great! After several days, however, another feeling started filtering in. It was great to have done that thing with Daniel, but it would feel kind of nice to do it again some day. And then it felt like it would be nice if she did it again in a few days. And then it wasn't just nice... she wanted it. She asked her mommy if she could have it again. Her mommy said sure, they could call up Daniel any time. And while that would have been fun, what came to mind was some of those other men at the playground that day. So she and her mom went to the playground again, and a couple of them were there, and she found one she wanted, named Zach. And he followed them home in his car and this time there was less mystery. They did pretty much all the same things, and she lay there feeling wonderful after his tongue did its thing, but she still wanted that penis. Zach's went in pretty easily. She guessed that after Daniel had stretched her out for his thing, it kind of stayed stretched for Zach's. He began an in-and-out motion that felt good. Very good. She was feeling excited again when he gasped and groaned. She was thrilled to know he was feeling so good and thought it was nice he was pumping juice up into her. Semen, it was called. Then she was happy for several days -- but then that feeling came back. And her mommy didn't seem to mind -- she was happy to take her to the playground. She realized she didn't have to wait until it got really strong. But when she found Victor and kissed him a while, she said, "I wanna do it. You want to do it?" "I certainly do." "But I don't want to wait until we drive all the way back to my house. I want it *now*!" "We could see if the van was free. Should we check with your mom?" She walked beside him, holding his hand to where Bonnie sat. "You two want to go back home to Rachel's?" she asked. "She said she didn't want to wait that long, and there is this van." "What van?" "Peter owns a van with a mattress in back. Sometimes when a couple wants to do it they go in the van and don't have to go home." Bonnie followed them to the van, parked across the street from the playground. She looked it over, sighed, but then kissed Rachel and headed back to the seats in the playground. The side door was open, and Victor invited her in. When he shut the door no one could see in, and they just had some light from up front where the driver's seat was. There was a mattress taking up the whole space in back, and Rachel saw how they could do what she wanted, while no one else could see. So then their clothes were off and it was Victor's body and her body. This time she had her orgasm from his tongue, and then when his thing went in to her, it felt really nice. He kept going and going, and then just when he got all excited and peed his special goop, she had another orgasm! That felt even better somehow. So now she said goodbye to Victor and felt satisfied, but there was another man who had looked really nice. And he was free and happily went into the van with her. He started to lick her, but she said she wanted to go straight to the sex part -- the real, grown-up sex part -- and he was willing. Once again she felt herself getting more and more excited the more excited he got, and then she had her happy waves of release just when he had his. Oh, that was great! Now she felt like she'd had enough, and besides, she couldn't see anyone else she wanted to do it with. As Bonnie drove her home this time, she thought about her books and toys and friends. She didn't have to think about a man who would be in her bedroom for a while. Her mother got phone numbers for all the various men. And then she found she could tell her mom she would like to see Zach, and often Zach would be over within an hour, and she could have sex with Zach, naked body on naked body, and she would feel happy release just as he felt his own happy goopy release, and then in half an hour he would be gone. When Stephen's friends came over, she didn't feel any need to jump up and try to get them to kiss her -- even though a couple were attractive. She knew they were Stephen's friends, and she'd leave them alone and they weren't interested in her anyway. She had her own ways of being satisfied. News came from Peter. His little girlfriend had broken up with him, and now that he was a free man he would be delighted to go to bed with Rachel -- but only if she would consider becoming his regular steady girlfriend. She didn't know what that meant, but she really liked Peter and got Peter to shove his penis into her vagina and had a wonderful time. She found out that being a steady girlfriend meant that she would be having more sex with Peter, and that was fine with her, so they had sex four times. It also meant he wanted to go places with her, like hikes in the woods, or suppers out at restaurants. That was OK, and she did enjoy those times with him. But there came the day when she really just wanted sex with Daniel again. Her mother told her that if she did that, then she wasn't Peter's steady girlfriend any more. So she didn't do it, but she didn't want to do it with Peter just then. She only felt like that a few days later. Then she again felt like she wanted Daniel, and wanted it even if it meant she had to break up with Peter. She decided she did, and then she wasn't Peter's girlfriend any more. He cried a little when she told him that, and that made her feel weird and like she didn't want to have sex with Peter at all. But he never asked her to take hikes or go out for ice cream again, and she never reached out to him. But she thought it was fun sometimes to go out and do something with a man before going back to her bedroom with him. She got to do something fun, but also feel excited and know she'd feel good and sexy and happy in a while. ============================================================ Chapter 2 Vera and Liza were identical twins, and around 11 they both started feeling horny. They had felt glimmerings of sexual interest for some time now. They understood the facts of life, they thought about which boys they might want some day and which ones they would not. But what they felt now was different. They were just plain horny. They wanted to be having sex with a man -- right now, not in two years. Each was diagnosed as being one of Those Girls. It could start at just about any age. But the older boys or girls got, the harder it was to distinguish that high-desire condition from the early arrival of ordinary sexual interest. Eleven-year-olds met men in malls, not in playgrounds, but the basic dynamic was much the same. The first time the twins went, it was exciting but there were problems. For one thing, men reacted pretty much the same to the two of them. If a man wanted to go to bed with one of them, he wanted to go to bed with the other one just as much. And a girl wants a man who is interested in just her, and not her twin. They were twins but they were also quite different. They understood that a man meeting them for the first time would not within three minutes clearly see those differences. A few literally wanted to go to bed with both of them at the same time, and they didn't like that idea at all. Initially they had felt comfort from being there with each other in this new situation. But given the problems they had that first time, from then on they went separately. There were always a few vans in the parking lots of the malls. The next time Vera went, there was a guy she liked and who liked her, and she lost her virginity in one of those vans to a man named Chuck. She found out what it was like to get oral sex and liked it a lot. Everything with the bodies worked just fine, but somehow she felt he was missing something. The next time she went with a man she realized what it was -- Chuck was kind of absent as person. Liza's first time was with a man named Timothy. He too had the technique down just fine, but he wanted to be lovey-dovey and make out along with the sex, which Liza wasn't really up for. The girls shared every detail of their experiences. They both liked Chuck and Timothy, but as they got into the details, they figured out that the matches would work better in the other direction. On later visits to the mall they took advantage of this. Soon Vera became Timothy's steady lover. They did things together, shared their stories and lives, and never had sex with anyone else. They had plenty of sex with each other. So Vera never needed to go to the van any more. But Liza did. Chuck was one of a parade of lovers for her. She liked to go the van, get nailed in the pussy (she came to love terms like that a whole lot), and then be out of there within 15 minutes. She especially liked to get it from the rear. So if she was feeling horny, she might do three guys in the vans in a single afternoon, then go home feeling sexually satisfied, alive, and excited. Sometimes she found two guys who both wanted her, and the three of them went in the van together and she liked that too. Two guys, two cocks. And by the time the second one had finished screwing her and coming in her pussy, the first was ready to do it again and that was really hot. Orgasms were OK, but not what she was looking for. If she hadn't had on any given day, then in bed at night she'd think about the exciting guys and give herself the orgasm with her fingers to be satisfied that way. A lot of girls start feeling interested in sex around 12 or 13. Most of them wait a while before they actually do it. Liza and Vera would have been very unhappy waiting, and for them sex satisfied a more urgent need than the others girls felt. They were a pair of Those Girls. ============================================================ Chapter 3 No one saw who dropped her off. She was about six. She didn't choose a man and go towards him. She was content for Victor to pick her up. She snuggled in his arms. She said she was Nancy when he asked, but didn't answer any other questions. And she did not smile seductively, or try to kiss him, or reach for his crotch, or try to get him to pay attention to hers. After several minutes he tentatively approached her crotch with his hand. Perhaps she was just very shy? She frowned and wriggled so he immediately withdrew his hand. But she continued to snuggle with him. She didn't mind when he caressed her hair gently. After ten minutes, Victor sat on the bench with her in his arms. Half an hour went by, then an hour. Peter saw the unusual situation and went over to inquire. Victor said softly, "I've never seen any girl like her." "Me neither," said Peter. "All she wants to do is snuggle." Peter paused a moment. "Are you happy for her to snuggle with you?" "Sure, I'm happy. I'm happy to have this wonderful little girl in my arms." Victor could see the faint trace of a smile flicker across Nancy's lips. And so they snuggled. An angry voice from afar said, "Nancy!" Victor felt the girl tense in his arms, and she immediately hopped down and ran to the woman who had appeared at the playground entrance. They left together. The two of them appeared a couple days later, and this time Peter approached the woman. "So she's not one of Those Girls?" the woman said. "Based on what happened last time she was here, we wouldn't say so." "Shit. I mean, sorry. I just don't know what to do with her, I was hoping maybe that was the problem." "What sort of problems are there?" asked Peter. "Not that I mean to pry..." "Things are just so hard at home, with him gone, or drunk, or slapping me around. And the other two..." Nancy let go of her mother's hand and walked a few feet towards the main part of the playground. In a rough voice, the mother said, "Nancy, come back here. You don't belong here!" Peter said, "Well, I'm not sure about that. I think one of us would be happy to spend time with her anyway." "Did that guy, you know, molest her?" "They sat on the bench the whole time and never went anywhere. Besides, Victor would never do that." "I figured last week if she was one of Those Girls that would be OK, but she's not. So she's not safe here." "She's very safe here, actually." "Aw, c'mon, you'll try getting into her pants, right? Isn't that who you guys are?" "We are attracted to little girls that way, but we never, ever want to do anything with a girl who isn't interested and ready, and that means only Those Girls. We pretty much all love little girls for just who they are, and if a little girl wants to snuggle with one of us, there's lots of us who will be happy to do that." The woman sighed. "I could sure use the break. You want to play here?" she asked her daughter. Nancy nodded emphatically. "I'll be back in an hour," she said. "Bye sweetie!" she said, but Nancy was already racing across the field to the men and other girls. Victor wasn't there, but Wayne was happy to sit down with a girl knowing there would be no hint of sex. Soon after Nancy got settled in his arms she started crying. Wayne just held her and didn't try to get her to stop. But she stopped herself in fifteen minutes and just kept snuggling. Wayne had a lovely time with her, and she seemed happy. The mother reappeared in just over two hours. They brought a variety of toys and found a few Nancy liked, so there was some play along with the snuggling. She became part of the landscape, many days. The men were delighted to have her. More than once one of Those Girls approached a man who was holding Nancy. He asked Nancy if she'd be willing to sit with another man so he could spend time with this new girl. Sometimes she was OK with that. Sometimes she was not, and those men never abandoned her for the one who was propositioning him. ============================================================ Chapter 4 Mr. and Mrs. Green welcomed Robert and he followed them into the living room. Robert was 14 years old. "Robert, we have something very important to discuss with you. Let's sit down." said Mrs. Green. Did Melissa tell? Uh, oh. "Melissa says you did some things with her that you shouldn't have done. Things with private parts." Yes, Melissa told. He couldn't blame her -- but he had hoped... He really shouldn't have done it. He knew that. "Do you admit that you did those things?" "Yeah, I did some things I shouldn't." Mr. Green said, "Let's make sure we're talking about the same things." "Do we have to?" said Mrs. Green. "Yes, I think we do. Melissa says that after bath time you didn't just dry her all over, but you spent extra time on her private parts -- you knew, her vagina -- and then without the towel you touched her there for a while. And then you took your penis out of your pants and it was erect. You asked her to touch it." "Yeah, I did that. She didn't mind, though. She kind of smiled when I touched her, and she didn't look so worried when I pulled my thing out. I mean, a girl's got to learn about these things some day, right? She didn't want to touch it and I didn't make her." Mrs. Green fumed. "Well, I'm glad things weren't worse, but you do realize what you did was illegal, and what you've said makes it sound like you aren't even sorry you did it. The police will likely view this as very serious." The police? Oh, shit! Mr. Green said, "But when she told us about it, Melissa did kind of smile and said it was the kind of icky things her friend Suzanne from preschool has to do -- and she doesn't get to do it enough." Oh, right. One of Those Girls. He'd heard about them. But the thought of the police left a sick feeling in his stomach. Mrs. Green said, "So I called up Suzanne's parents, and vented about the terrible things you did, and you know what? She begged us not to call the police. She said if you're one of those guys who can help out girls like Suzanne, you could make their lives so much easier. It's such a long drive up to Somerville, which is the closest place they know of now. A place called the Washington Street playground." Whoa. There was some girl near her who needed it? Whose parents wanted him to do it to her? His cock started stiffening in his pants, and he willed it to subside. "I asked Melissa," said Mr. Green. "I said if we told the police, you could be in really bad trouble, and they would punish you and make sure you never did that to a girl again. She seemed kind of troubled by that. But we said if we didn't tell, maybe he could help out her friend Suzanne. And she didn't hesitate one instant -- she said of course she'd rather you help out Suzanne. She said it was kind of fun really knowing what kind of things Suzanne did, a little bit, and that Suzanne would be nicer to her because she was nice to Suzanne." "Kindergarten politics," said Mrs. Green with a sigh. "But anyway, we think if you can help Suzanne out and give her everything she wants we don't need to tell the police. But if you don't do it or if you stop, then we will. How does that sound?" "That sounds wonderful -- I mean, that is acceptable, and I would be very grateful for a chance to try that out instead of you telling the police." The tension in the room abated. "And I'm sure it won't do you any harm either if Suzanne's mom owes you big time," said Mr. Green. Mrs. Green gave a sheepish smile. "Adult politics," explained Mr. Green to Robert. Robert was the youngest of five children, and his parents had a hands-off approach to parenting anyway. They didn't mind this new babysitting gig he had, and didn't ask for details. --------------------------------------------------------- OK, thought Robert, Suzanne isn't gorgeous. But she's attractive enough. And she's a girl, her dress promises that, and any girl, just about any girl ... She's shutting the door so it's just the two of us in the bedroom. She wants to kiss him? Well, that sure sounds good. Oh, to get my hand up under that dress... Wait, did she just take his hand and slide it up under her dress? God, she did! And, shit! No underpants. He likes panties, but if she didn't wear any, what did that mean? That she didn't mind if he touched what panties cover up? She was smiling at him, then her hand was between his legs, feeling his boner through the cloth. She started working on the button to his jeans, but he took over and lost little time taking them off. Damned if she didn't slide her hand into his underpants and work his dick out through a leg hole, sticking straight out. She was saying things, but what he was seeing and feeling told the story. He took his underpants off, and she lay back on the bed, legs spread wide and vagina front and center, where he couldn't possibly miss it. She wanted him to mount her? Sure looked like it. And there she was holding her vagina open. His cock tip touched her warm flesh and he paused. She was so small, and his cock so big... She reached behind and grabbed his butt and pulled it forward, forcing his cock up into the girl. It was amazing it fit! And what it fit into was hot, and wet, and tight. He was instantly orgasming, brain seized with pleasure, cock spewing into her, one shot after another. As his orgasm died down, he was flooded with thoughts. Fourteen years old, and he'd lost his virginity! Not to some cow his own age with boobs, but to... a little girl! Not ten, or eight, or six, but a very sexy four years old! And she was smiling and happy, with his cock still shoved up deep inside her. Her dress was still on, just bunched up around her middle, and she had on knee socks. He still had his shirt and undershirt on, and his own ordinary socks. But in the middle, in the middle where it counted -- they were both naked and had stuck their nakedness together and done it! He'd had sex! With a hot girl! Oh, this was amazing! Looking at her beaming face, had he ever actually thought she wasn't attractive? She was gorgeous. It had been all of a minute since his orgasm died down, but now his cock was getting hard again. She smiled, and was it a sexy smile? Did she want more? She removed all doubt when she grabbed his butt again and pulled, forcing his stiff cock deeper into her. Now he started in and out. Before he hadn't had time to start any in and out before it was all over. This time he did, and he went at it, encouraged by the girl's smiles. He must have died and gone to heaven, because he was fucking a hot little girl, and she obviously liked being fucked, and the harder he fucked, the more she liked it. But the pleasure of such a perfect sex act has its effect, and in three minutes he fucked even harder and came again, pulsing sperm up into her -- four years old! Now she squirmed to disengage. Time to get dressed and leave? Now he caught her words. "What's your name?" she asked. "Robert," he said. "Thank you, Robert! Thank you, thank you! Robert, Robert, Robert! I haven't had it in ages, and you're so nice! You want to get naked and get in bed, and pretend we're married?" Robert didn't mind that kind of make-believe at all. And soon enough he was under the covers with his four-year-old -- not large but in the confines of the bed somehow not small either. Her body was hot and smooth and it didn't stay still. They hugged, side by side, and she kissed him and he kissed her back. She felt his stiff cock against her calf and reached down to confirm, and she shuddered. Well, the man took initiative in sex, right? At least some of the time. "Suzanne, darling, you want to make love?" "Make love?" she asked. "You know, have sex." "Yes, yes, yes! 'Make love.' A different way to say have sex?" "Yes, for people being sweet and kind." Her hands were nudging him back on top of her, and he found his cock on the inside of her thigh. He had no trouble figuring out just where to slide it in. With the covers still over his back, he slid it in and out gently. He kissed her. She responded in kind, but squirmed down below. "Is this 'making love'?" "Yeah, I'd say so." "William says if it's kind of rough and nasty it's called 'fucking'." She looked hopeful. "You'd rather be fucking than making love?" She nodded emphatically. He tossed off the covers and attended lustily to his mate. Four years old, small, but with little legs spread wide and vagina available. Maybe it was a cunt if they were fucking? No need to find out. He grunted and growled and pounded in and out. She smiled. He grabbed her hips and pounded her that way. He rose up over her like a sea lion and shoved it in and out as deep and hard as it would go. She smiled and laughed a little. He grabbed her hands, interlocked fingers, and stretched them far out above her head, while down below he fucked. She seemed delighted. Then he grabbed her behind the shoulders and hugged her hard, while down below his butt tensed and relaxed, over and over, at a fierce clip, driving his cock into the girl as far as their pubic bones would allow. He let his weight down onto her slowly, seeing how much she could take. Even when you were enjoying getting fucked, you had to breath. He could hear her gasping a bit, but saying nothing. Then he was aware of a pain on his shoulder. She was biting him. It wasn't hard enough to break the skin, but it was hard enough to hurt. He let his entire weight down onto her as his orgasm began. Thrust and spurt, thrust and spurt -- timed inseminations. An important part of his mind was keeping track of Suzanne's need to breathe, but he knew that a person could go even a minute or two without air. When he was good and finished, he lifted off of her and lay beside her on his back. She gasped for air over and over, and as soon as she had enough breath to manage it, she giggled as she gasped. She turned to snuggle against his side, her knee and leg draped over him. "That was ... most biggest... orgasm... ever!" --------------------------------------------------------- No, her parents told Suzanne, she could not have Robert over every day. She couldn't marry him. Once a week at most, they said. She'd been having to go three weeks between sex before, so they figured she'd be happy with that. But she wanted more, and they compromised on twice a week. When she and Robert got together, he experimented with trying to read to her or play a game. But she was only politely interested for a while, and then it was straight to bed and fucking. When she figured out it was not required foreplay, she flat out refused the reading or the games. "Suzanne, there's another girl who lives near here. She's also one of You Girls. She's looking for someone to have sex with her. What would you think if I had sex with her too, now and then?" Suzanne looked suspicious. "Would I still get to do it twice a week with you too, like now?" "Oh, absolutely!" "Then it's OK. I know what it's like not to get enough sex. What's her name?" "Olivia." "Olivia. OK, you can have sex with Olivia to make her happy too" "Um... would you be upset if I enjoyed it too?" Suzanne smiled. "Course not, silly. You're gonna enjoy it no matter which vagina you're peeing in, right?" Robert kissed her then. He really liked her. In short order, it led to him peeing in her vagina one more time that day than they had expected. Olivia was six. She was more demure about it, and kind of liked a little reading and snuggling first. And she was more into making love than fucking. But she still got a lusty look as the moment of climax approached, and loved it when he thrust into her fast and hard as he spewed. Once was enough, and she was done. She even looked a little embarrassed, but she still gave him a warm hug before he departed. But to see the sunlight playing on her golden hair... Robert loved it. Once he had to miss a week and she had to go two weeks without. When they got together next, she was extra grateful and asked if she could make it better for him, worried that he might stop servicing her. He reassured her that his absence was unrelated to her -- he really just had had a bad cold. Alice was seven. But their time together in her bedroom was brief and not happy. To him she seemed bratty and mean. He didn't find out just what faults she found with him, but the feeling was mutual and they never started getting undressed, but sniped at each other for fifteen minutes. Her parents were at their wits' end, and wondered if he'd consider doing her through a glory hole, but that just sounded too weird to him. Zoe was ten. She had breast buds and a little downy pubic fuzz, and that was unfortunate. But she certainly wasn't a cow, and she was so grateful. He only did it to her once when they met, though she made it clear she would have been up for more. She didn't need to know how he would fuck his favorite horny little girls three or four times in an afternoon. With Zoe, it was no more than every other week. After a while he arranged to meet her in the evening, and he proposed the game of doing it in the dark, and that helped him stay with her longer. When he finally had to stop, he figured he owed it to her to explain it himself. She took it better than he feared. If he was really only into small girls, she could see she really didn't qualify any more. But as Zoe left, little Anya came into his life, a feisty girl who had just turned four. Her parents had diagnosed her as one of Those Girls early, so in their first days together Anya was happy to just do it once, and be rather matter-of-fact about it. Kind of like getting medicine. But as her condition came into full form, she developed a ferocious sexual appetite, more than Suzanne even. Robert had to limit their time together so he could keep doing his other girls. Anya adapted. Anya loved to get it from the rear, and Robert learned to love the sight of that little butt, raised and pointed at him in such lusty expectation. Robert was fourteen. He didn't have a license. But parents of grateful girls picked him up and dropped him off. He got offered fresh-baked bread, and cookies, and small tangible gifts, though he and Suzanne's parents agreed he shouldn't accept cash. One dad, seeing his regular old Timex, bought him a fancy watch. There came a point where Robert had to turn down new girls because he didn't have the time. His parents might have been hands-off, but dropping out of school or even doing poorly were not realistic options. After a while, he found he couldn't resist gifts of ten dollars here, twenty dollars there, or even a hundred dollars over there. He tried not to let money influence which girls he would see more and which he would see less, but it did. Suzanne's parents never offered him a dime. But he never once considered giving up on their joyous twice-weekly fuck-filled afternoons. He babysat for his neighbor Melissa sometimes. There was no inappropriate touching, and his dick stayed in his pants and stayed soft. Melissa did once ask if Suzanne was making things up when she said he'd stick it in her and pee, and stick it in and her and pee, and stick it in her and pee, three times in one afternoon? Robert told her that no, she wasn't making that up. Melissa made a brief face of distaste, and that was the end of that. ============================================================ Chapter 5 Founding statement, National Association of Adult Lovers of Children (NAALP) They have been with us forever, the little girls and boys who want -- and need -- sex with adults. But their existence has been suppressed. In the past, the children who got an adult to do it with them were told they must have been abused. Rarely did they get enough. They and those who got none at all were diagnosed with some psychological problem. Now in the 1960s, with attitudes about sex loosening up, they are being recognized for who they are: children who need sex. For better or worse, the popular terms for the condition are with us to stay: Those Boys and Those Girls. They are not called sick any more. Adults are coming forward who now recognize their own childhood desires and how they were so thoroughly suppressed. Now they reclaim those desires as normal. Some are healing. All of them hope that the children today who are like they were can both get what they need and get it without guilt. In many places, enlightened adults are helping the children succeed. Parents of these children in particular areas have formed associations for mutual support. There are two stages of acceptance of Those Boys and Those Girls. The first is recognizing that they have this condition and don't need to feel ashamed about it. The second is empowering them to have sexual relationships with the partners of their choice. We, the National Association of Adult Lovers of Children, represent the partners these children might choose. The repeal and amendment of age-of-consent laws has been a vital step in even allowing us to do what we do legally. The advent of the Universal STI vaccine has had many other benefits for society, but it also simplifies adult-child sexual relationships. Parents of children with this condition have been known to move to a location with an established community of adult lovers. Without doubt some adult lovers have moved for the same reason. We hope that the National Association can have a "matchmaking" role in allowing people to find suitable partners near where they are rather than having to relocate. We suitable adult partners have also been around forever. Those who did engage in sex with children were known as child molesters and universally hated. This was understandable as some of the children they slept with were not Those Children, and many were not even willing. Those who would have loved the role are known as pedophiles. Now, with laws and attitudes shifting, we are the ones who can most naturally help these children get what they want and need, while at the same time satisfying our own desires. We have our own issues and experiences. We hope that this national organization will help us come together to better meet the needs of the men and women in our position -- but most important of all, Those Children. In certain places, informal groups that share our vision and our goals have already sprung up. Their particular focus is often sharing information about the children in any given area to better meet the needs of adults and children alike. We invite such groups to join our national association, in the spirit of sharing experiences over wider areas. If some area tries an experiment, for instance, other places can benefit from the results of that experiment. Unusual situations can be discussed, and the experience of many places brought to bear on something that a local group may see only once. Some of our key positions are: 1. Child sex abuse remains a serious crime. We have zero tolerance for abuse. Boys and girls must be willing participants in any sexual activity that happens, and must give informed consent that is consistent with their age. 2. All adults in such relationships must also consent. Children do not have a right to have sex with any given person or with any person at all. As with children, adult consent is required. 3. Never will the needs of an adult take precedence over the needs of a child. Sexual and emotional relationships always bear risk of hurt feelings. To the extent possible, we as adult parties promise to take the consequences of such hurt feelings on ourselves. But within those limits, we are hopeful that we can help young boys and girls meet their sexual needs, and it is a happy coincidence that they will also allow many of us to meet our own desires. --------------------------------------------------------- Peter was delighted to hear of the national organization. There was a certain amount of information sharing among those pedophiles who frequented the Washington Street playground, but it was entirely informal. Formalizing it as a local chapter would let them do more, and help coordinate with others in the area. The "rare situation" that came to Peter's mind was Maria, a little girl who kept propositioning grown women. She likely had an enthusiastic adult partner waiting somewhere in the city, if only they knew how to find her. ============================================================ Chapter 6 Emma appeared at Washington Street for the first time with her father. Her family had just accepted what she was and what she needed. She was five years old. On her first visit she attracted the attention of four guys. The other three were all nearer to her than Peter was, but after a quick look around, Emma made a beeline for him. He was popular with lots of the girls. He would do what Emma wanted. If she was like most of Those Girls, she would want to go to bed without much delay. And like most of them, she would be after just one thing. When she got it, she would have no more interest in Peter as a person. When she got horny again, she would appear and sleep with some other man -- she wouldn't be too picky and over time would sleep with many of them. That's what most of the girls did. Peter wanted more -- so much more. The only way he knew to find what he wanted was to keep trying. He would watch little Emma convulse with orgasm from the loving work of his tongue, and he would watch her look of profound satisfaction when he unloaded his sperm deep in her vagina. And then she would pull up her panties, give him a friendly kiss, and be on her way. His initial idea was to give a girl his business card, if she'd take it. It said, "I had a lot of fun. But I'm also interested in a committed relationship. If there is any interest from your end, you can reach me here" and included his contact information. But a small girl with a card in her hand was unlikely to still have that card five minutes later. He had a new idea, which was to make his business "card" out of silky cloth, and tuck it into her panties as she was getting dressed. A parent might find it and set it aside, perhaps with amusement, perhaps with serious intent. Emma had wavy brown hair in a pony tail, and big brown eyes in a lovely face. Inside the van, when she had ditched her panties and spread her legs, she had a lovely set of labia. She was easily convinced to let him work his tongue within, and she loved the sensations culminating in orgasm. Some ordinary big girls or women would have been happy to take off at that point, or only stay around to help see to a man's pleasure out of a sense of duty. One sure sign of one of Those Girls was that they always wanted more. They wanted to see the man's erect penis, and they wanted it in their vagina. Peter helped stretch Emma's vagina, which as always could be done without pain if done slowly, with patience. Peter had patience. The moment came to force his stiff cock into her -- though not too hard, and not fast. He got to see the wonder on a virgin's face, getting it for the very first time. And he got to see the excitement and satisfaction on her face when he reached his own climax and pulsed lots of sperm up into that newly ready vagina. Emma was a little friendlier than some, and didn't immediately take off with her sexual needs met. She actually pulled him down onto her and squeezed him tight. When he moved them to their sides to keep from squishing her, she kept squeezing. But within a minute she too was restless, and he helped her dress, and put one of his silky cloth calling cards into her underpants. He said, "In case you ever wanted to see me again, your father could use this to contact me." She shrugged and was off to find her daddy, her need satisfied. Not long after, he saw Emma in the park, from a distance, and saw her enter the van with one of the other guys and emerge a few minutes later. Oh well. --------------------------------------------------------- The phone rang. "Could I speak to Peter, please?" "Speaking." "Ah, good. I am Franklin, Emma's father. I found your cloth 'calling card' in Emma's panties in the laundry. At first I thought it was funny, but I set it aside just in case. She has now had sex with two other guys, and seemed satisfied both times. But she asked the other day if she could ever meet 'that first one' again. And I said we could ask, since I had your number. And here I am asking, on her behalf. Are you still interested?" "I would be delighted to see Emma again." "You spoke of interest in something long-term. What do you have in mind? How do a grown man and a 5-year-old have a long-term relationship?" "I had one with another girl within the past year, though she broke things off a few months ago. The idea is that the girl and I do things she likes to do, which are of course all things at her level of development. Have picnics, take little hikes, maybe go out for ice cream or to the zoo. I of course check all such things with her parents, to make sure we're only doing things you would approve of. And around the house there's lots of make-believe, reading books, playing games. Either her house or mine. And of course there's sex when she wants sex, and snuggling and hugging and kissing. She agrees not to do those things with other men, and I agree not to do them with other girls." "Interesting. Hmmmm." "Of course Emma is nowhere near there now. She just asked to see me again. I'm thrilled, but I can't get my expectations up -- or shouldn't. Have you spoken with her mother about this?" "Emma's mother is not in the picture. She has some mental issues, and didn't fight hard for custody. She sees them now and then." "Them?" "Emma's got a big sister Lisa, just 18 months older. She doesn't have this early-sex condition." "Oh, interesting." "How would you handle this? I mean suppose you are attracted to Lisa too. What do you do?" "I understand she is a little girl with no interest in romance or sex with a grown man, and I treat her like any other adult would -- if perhaps a bit kinder and more understanding, compared to the average adult." "OK. So how do you want to handle this? Meet in the park?" "I'd suggest that we set it up as a 'play date' at your house or mine. I might suggest mine, since Lisa might be confused." "Yeah, I can see that. So should I drop her off and pick her up?" "You can if you want, but since I am an adult and can drive, I'm happy to do the transportation." "That would be a relief. 'Dad's Taxi', you know." "I've heard." --------------------------------------------------------- Peter picked Emma up at school, at 3pm. He promised her father he would have her home by 6pm. Peter didn't want to bribe his way into Emma's heart, but he figured if nothing else his house might intrigue her, having an indoor play house set-up, and a fair number of toys and books. Those things had accumulated over time as he saw his previous steady girl. If it was just spreading her legs on the mattress in the back of Peter's van, men might seem pretty similar. Peter wanted to seem different -- he was different. Peter had arranged to swap vehicles with a pal. Peter very much did not want to be driving the van. After they had been driving for ten minutes, she said, "How much farther is it?" "Oh, another five minutes or so." "I'm thinking about your penis. How I want to see it and feel it so much. But I guess we have to wait until we get to your house, right?" "Right." The organ Emma had referred to stiffened in his pants. At his house, Emma did look briefly at some of the play things, but it was just glances on her way to the bedroom. She wanted sex and she didn't want to wait. Peter was happy to get naked with her so they could meet her needs. After he had been licking her for a minute, she said, "I don't want to wait more. Can you stick it in me now?" He was naked and hadn't tried to hide his stiff organ. "You sure? You haven't 'come' yet, right?" "I just want it inside." "Well, I think that sounds fantastic, myself!" He mounted the girl, slid inside, and began a strong, lusty fucking. "You want me to finish right away, or can I have fun going in and out?" "You can have fun. I'm having lots of fun too... Hey, what's that... It feels kind of like when you lick. Almost as good." "Great, let me try different things, and you tell me what feels best." Minutes went by. She seemed to be having a good time, but then "Ooo, that, just like that! Oooo, oooo, oooo!" A minute later Emma convulsed with pleasure. Peter had been on the edge and exploded with orgasm just when she did. "Oh, that was really nice!" she said when she got her breath. "I thought it was fantastic," said Peter. They hugged a bit. Now is a key moment, Peter thought. "I can take you right home, if you like. Or you can look around at the toys, to see if there's anything that interests you. And if you want -- if you really want -- we could do something sexy again in an hour." Emma looked at him thoughtfully. "We could?" "Sure, if you want to and I want to. I already know I'd want to. I could just lick you, or I could stick it in your, or we could try other things." "We could do it even if I'm not feeling like I have to?" "Sure! Big kids and grown-ups do it all the time just because they like it." "Oh, wow," she said. So Emma looked at his toys and his play-house and got absorbed in some of them. Peter did his best to be a dragon in her make-believe about a princess who was in danger of becoming the dragon's next meal. But then she had him play the part of the knight who rescued her. Looking at the clock, Peter said, "If you want to do any more sexy stuff, we better do it soon, so I can still have you home on time." Emma paused. She was intrigued with the set of blocks she had found. "OK, yeah, good!" she said, heading to the bedroom again. "You want to pretend you're my girlfriend?" asked Peter. "How would we do that?" "We'd kiss, like they do in movies." "OK!" Emma's kisses at first were clumsy, but she soon got the hang of it. "Hey, that feels nice!" she said. "Pretending to be boyfriend and girlfriend!" "Great!" "Now, boyfriend, would you stick your penis in my vagina? That's what I'd like to do next." "Oh, I think that sounds wonderful too!" They mated again. Now Emma knew more about how her body could work with a patient partner, and it didn't take her long to be right on the verge of orgasm, where she lingered for a few minutes before having Peter fuck hard and fast to bring her over the edge. Emma wanted to go back to pretend boyfriend/girlfriend, and they kissed some more, until Peter had to tell her it was time to get home. Events moved quickly from there to an actual relationship. Emma was happy to agree not to have sex with any of the other guys. She liked kissing. She liked playing with his toys. And she liked that she could see him twice a week and have sex two times each, instead of once a month when she really got horny if she hadn't had it lately. But best of all, from Peter's point of view, was that she was happy to do it with Peter and never once even mused about any of the other men in his presence. They planned some weekend activities, like a trip to a park along the river, complete with a picnic. They went out for ice cream once, when Emma's father said it was OK. Emma also had one unusual preference that Peter had never seen in a girl before. Emma liked to be on top half the time. She didn't need to be told about how things could work that way -- she just assumed it could and wanted to know the details. Peter was happy to provide them. So roughly half the time he was treated to the sight of his girl holding herself up above him, moving up and down on the cock she had impaled herself upon. When her long hair was loose it hung down and spilled itself luxuriantly all over his chest. Her orgasms were most intense in that position, which Peter adored. The fact that his own were more intense when he was on top was the most trivial detail. --------------------------------------------------------- "Daddy, it's not fair!" said Lisa. "Emma got to go on a picnic with Peter and I didn't. Can we go, you and I?" "Oh, we could some time, but I'm awfully busy working and taking care of you and Emma." "Peter does all those nice things because Emma has sex with him, right?" "Well, it's more complicated than that. Emma really wants to have sex with him too. That's how this all got started. We've talked about that." "Yeah, I know. But it means he's always doing special things for her. It's not fair!" Her father paused and thought. "You don't want to have sex with anyone, right?" "Blech!" "You know how men and women, and big boys and big girls, fall in love and do things together?" "Yeah." "Well, that's how it is with Peter and Emma. They love each other." --------------------------------------------------------- "Thanks for letting me know, Franklin. I'll invite Lisa along on some of our expeditions. But I do have another idea. Some of the guys I know... They would love the company of a girl like Lisa, but wouldn't ask about sex or be thinking about sex." "Hunnh?" "A few of the guys, they have erectile dysfunction, for instance. Even if they had a girl, they wouldn't be up for any sex. But that's not the real issue. They'd just like to be friends with a girl like Lisa." "But they'd be in love with her, thinking about the things they'd like to do..." "Maybe, but that doesn't mean they will be disappointed. They just take what they can get in life. Pressuring a girl even to kiss them is just not anything they would do." "I don't know. It doesn't sound good for Lisa, somehow. I don't think she'd like it." "Well, there's one way to find out." "What?" "Ask her." "Oh... It's an idea, isn't it..." --------------------------------------------------------- "You're so nice to me, Bill!" said Lisa. "I'm glad to be nice to you." "That's really nice. But you'd really like to be having sex with me like Peter is with Emma." "Now, now, that's not fair. I don't want to be doing that with you, I just want to be your friend and I love your company." "But you're a pedophile like Peter." "I am. But maybe I'm not attracted to you, and I just like you as a friend." "Is that true?" Bill hesitated. "Let's say it's true." "That means it isn't!" Bill sighed and paused. "Well, if this upsets you, we could stop being friends." "No! I don't want that. I just wish there was some way I could give you what Emma gives Peter." "But remember, Peter is giving Emma what she needs too -- maybe she needs it even more. That's how it got started -- Emma wanting and needing sex." "Yeah, I still don't get it. Vagina... penis, yech!" "She is different from you, it's true." Bill thought a moment. "Suppose you go for ice cream and you really want two scoops, but your dad says you can only have one. Do you have a fit and refuse the ice cream?" "No." "The whole time you're eating the one scoop are you thinking about how you really wanted two?" "No." "So that's how it is with me and you. I'm delighted to have one scoop." "But your pal Peter is getting two scoops." Bill sighed. "Maybe you should be a lawyer when you grow up.... That's because your sister Emma really, really wants to give him two scoops. In fact, he's giving her two scoops too." Lisa frowned. "Avoid comparisons, because there will always be those greater and lesser than you." --------------------------------------------------------- "Peter, I gotta ask you something," said Lisa. "It's Bill. I know he'd like to do sexy things with me. And I don't, and so he doesn't really want to, he says... blah, blah, blah." "He's sincere, I'm sure." "Yeah, but it's not fair." "A girl your age shouldn't be thinking about sex." "But Emma is." "Emma is a different sort of girl. You know that." "Well, Emma is my sister, and she's always around, and I can't stop thinking about sex because she is." "Hmmmm. Let me think about this.... A penis is just part of a body, right? Men have them, and sometimes they get long and hard. What would you think of rubbing up and down on Bill's penis with your hand?" "Sounds icky." "OK, scratch that idea." "But I could get used to it, maybe." "No, no, no. That's not right.... What about being naked? Would you mind being naked with Bill?" "No, that would be fine. He's my friend." "I bet he'd like that a lot. You know what parts he'd probably like to see most?" "My vagina, I figure." "Yeah, if you were going to show him where your vagina was, I bet he'd like that." "Oh, OK. Hey, you got a bulge in your pants!" Peter shrugged. "We've been talking about sexy things. It happens." "You think Bill's will get big when I do that too?" "Yes, I think it most definitely will. And if you arrange things so you cannot see anything going on below his stomach -- make that his neck, then he'd likely be happier." "His penis will be hard." "Yes." "He'll imagine he's sticking it into me." "Likely, but you're better off not thinking about those things. If you do, and you feel uncomfortable, then you should call the whole thing off." "Nah, if Emma can do everything she does, I can at least think about it." Her frown turned to an uncertain smile. --------------------------------------------------------- "Oh, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa! Put your clothes back on!" "Why? You like to see me, right? See my little girl labia?" "Yes... no... yes. I don't want to do anything with a girl who doesn't really, really want to. And at your age, that means just Those Girls." "Yeah, so you can't touch me, and I'm not going to touch your icky thing. But you can look, and do make-believe, right?" "I suppose I could, but.... It's not right!" "Peter said if you sat behind something so I couldn't see, you could have fun and I'd never have to know about it." "Oh, I'm going to wring that guy's neck!" "Well, anyway, look here, Bill. Take a look." Lisa's jeans and panties were around her ankles, with her labia showing. Now, using both hands, she gently peeled them apart. "Look, Bill." "No, no..." Bill looked, and groaned. Lisa put herself back together and sat beside him on the couch. She didn't mention the bulge visible in his pants. "It's OK to be a pedophile, you know. Even if you can't have a girl, it's OK to want one, right? I'm sorry I can't be that kind of girl for you, but it's fine that you want me that way, and you can dream about me that way if you want. OK?" There was a pause. "OK... Will you let me hold you in my arms?" "Sure." Lisa was happy for Bill to hold her like a baby. And she didn't worry when he started crying a little. The grown-ups always let you cry when you were feeling sad. And she could be that much of a grown-up, to let her best friend Bill cry a little. ============================================================ Chapter 7 Terry was two years old. Just two. She wasn't even toilet trained. And she was very fussy and on the edge of that dread diagnosis, "failure to thrive". She rarely spoke, and just one word at a time. The doctors naturally went through the tests for all the usual ailments. One doctor went outside of normal protocols and when they were alone he fished his penis out the fly of his pants and brought it to Terry's attention. The little girl was completely mesmerized. She reached out to touch it and then grabbed it. "Ouch!" said the doctor, pulling away and putting his dick back in his pants. Terry now cried like her little heart would break. When consulting with her parents later, he said that Terry had shown interest in the front of his pants, without confessing that he had actually produced the organ for Terry to examine. It was quite rare for a girl her age to be one of Those Girls, but it wasn't unheard of. No doctor was going to perform the tests for a clear diagnosis -- there was no protocol to follow for a girl as young as she. When Dave and Ellen studied up on the condition, they learned that the girls had no interest in their parents, and Dave was in any case mortified at the idea of presenting his penis to Terry. How could they diagnose the condition? They called a teen Kyle they knew who had sometimes shoveled their driveway in the winter, and said it was a very unusual situation, but would he consider showing his private parts to their little girl Terry. They would pay twenty dollars. He knew it was a weird thing to do, but that was pretty good money. Kyle would do this in the living room, alone with Terry, but Dave and Ellen would be waiting around the corner in the kitchen. Just after the encounter began they heard Terry chortling, and seconds later, screaming. They rushed around the corner to find Kyle holding Terry at bay with his arm as he tried to pull his pants up. "Aw, shit," he said. Ellen plucked the crying girl up into her arms. "It's OK," she said to Kyle, "We made a weird request." Dave said, "One more thing, if you don't mind. Could you just put your hand between her legs there, for just a moment?" "This is too weird," he said, fully put together again. "Another twenty bucks," said her father. "I know it's weird, but we need to know for Terry's health." Kyle shrugged and put his hand on Terry's shorts. When Terry noticed, she stopped fussing and smiled. "OK, that's all we need," said her father. "Here's the money, you've been very helpful." Terry screamed again as Kyle's hand disappeared, and she kept screaming until he was out the door. After much effort Dave and Ellen calmed Terry down and she slept. "So, she's one of Those Girls," said her father. "Yes, I guess she is," said her mother, holding back tears. "So what do we do now?" "We try to find a man who would let Terry play with his penis, and play with her between the legs." "Right, and the ... the joining... surely that's just older girls?" Dave grimaced, but went off to check their literature. --------------------------------------------------------- The Washington Street Pedophiles had an unusual case. The girl was two. Now, pedophiles are pretty accepting of each other, and if one likes ten-year-old boys and the other six-year-old girls, that's OK. But there is a lower limit. If you like your kids to be under four, the others start getting uneasy. If you like a two-year-old... most of them wouldn't say anything, but you could tell from their body language that it was difficult for them. So those who liked a two-year-old would mostly likely not admit it. There were no men readily available to satisfy the girl -- or if there were they weren't coming forward. So the folks who ran Washington Street Pedophiles reached out to some of their less active contacts. They called Peter. Peter had become less active with Washington Street Pedophiles. He wasn't going to be making any connections there himself, and he was in love. He sold the van to another one of the crew. He was happy to keep in touch, but weeks went by without him having any contact with the group. But now they had called him. One name came to his mind: Zach. Zach had drifted away from the group around the same time Peter did. Peter had seen how Zach was with Rachel. Once he had seen him with a girl of four in his arms. The light in his eyes was something Peter never forgot. Nor the grief when the girl wriggled down and went to someone else. If five was good and four was better... He reached Zach and explained the situation. Zach hemmed and hawed. Peter said he'd never tell. He reminded Zach this little girl was suffering. And so Zach agreed to meet the girl, privately, without anyone else finding out. --------------------------------------------------------- Zach sat across from Terry's parents in the coffee shop. They showed him pictures of Terry, and he smiled and said she was adorable. After a pause, he said, "OK, let's get this out of the way, I'm a pervert. Deep down, or maybe not so deep down, you think I'm a pervert if I can do sexual things with a girl that young." "We would love it if you could help her, and we'd never feel anything but very thankful," said Ellen. "Yeah, yeah, I know that and I believe it. But you will still think I'm a pervert. And maybe it's better to admit that now and then, because it's better for me to hear it out loud than to know you're thinking it." "I don't know if I could, if I was so thankful--" Terry's father raised his hand to quiet her. "I see your point. I was raised to think you are a pervert if you can help my girl. And that feeling doesn't just go away because I want it to. But I am going to work very hard on changing my view on that, and I'm sure Ellen will too. But I won't pretend things are all perfect." "That's more like it," said Zach with a smile. "And there's something else you should know. I have happily had sex with Those Girls who are six, five, and even four. But there was always something missing -- something bittersweet about it. Because I wanted someone younger. So this mission of mercy I am on might also be the first and only time I've ever really felt satisfied." He winced. "And remember, I was raised to think I'm just as much of a pervert as you were." "Wow, I can see that makes it really complicated for you," said Ellen. "Really complicated." "But you willing to give it a try, and damn the complexity?" "Sure!" said Zach with an uncertain smile. --------------------------------------------------------- Terry's mother said, "Zach, this is Terry. Terry, Zach is here to play with you." She left and shut the door, leaving the two of them in Terry's room. Terry went right for his crotch. Zach quickly took off his shorts and briefs, so his male parts were free and unencumbered. He was not going to pull them away from her the way the other two men had. Terry beamed and went right for the penis, touching and then grabbing. "Ouch!" said Zach. "Pat it, like a kitty, OK? Gentle." Terry was happy to pat it. It had been small and unremarkable when he took the shorts off, but now it was fully erect. Terry patted a bit, and then lifted it up to lick it. Zach was surprised, and had to think serious thoughts to keep from unloading his balls all over Terry's face. "And what about you?" he said. "You want me to look in your diaper?" Terry nodded and smiled and tugged on her diaper. Zach took it off completely and beheld the most amazing sight in the world -- a little girl's slit. He reached in slowly to touch it, alert to the idea of Terry objecting, but he knew she wouldn't. As his hand cupped her down there, she shrieked with delight -- and let forth a stream of pee. She looked a bit worried, since surely she knew that was not the time to pee. Zach laughed and used the diaper and a cloth nearby to soak it all up. Terry seemed relieved. Zach then removed the last of his clothing and stripped Terry out of hers, and they sat cross-legged on her bed facing each other. Terry was reluctant to let his cock get too far out of her sight. Zach reached below to cup Terry's labia. It would take some effort to get to the important things down there, but Zach's organ was impossible to miss, standing straight out. He got up on his knees to prepare to find Terry's pleasure organ. She rubbed the large prong right in front of her back and forth. Zach tried to calm himself. But seeing her little girlish slit, together with her hand motion, he couldn't hold back. His cock began spurting. The first shot went over Terry's head and hit the wall, the next landed on her shoulder, and the biggest one right on her tummy. His cock kept spurting -- eight in all, maybe? He was prepared to find a frightened little girl in front of him, but instead she laughed. "Zach did peepee too!" Zach smiled and said, "Yeah, I did. Now I guess we're even." Cloth and tissues quickly cleaned up the mess. "There's a place on you I really, really want to lick," Zach said, maneuvering his head down between Terry's legs. She relaxed and cooed when she felt his tongue on her privates. It was no harder to find her little pleasure button than on a bigger girl. Her pleasure built more quickly than he would have expected, and then she twitched with an orgasm. "Oh, wonderful," he said. "You like that?" "Unnh-huh," she said. "Where's your pee-pee?" They said this girl couldn't talk. She could certainly talk -- at least on the subject that seemed to occupy her mind most. Zach slid up until he was beside Terry on the bed. Terry held his organ, which had quickly resumed its erect state while he was licking her. She looked puzzled. "You want to know where that goes?" he said. "Right here," and he once again cupped her labia with his hand. Terry smiled then. "Yeah, that's right!" "But it's going to take some time and work to get it so it will fit. You have a hole down there, a vagina. It's pretty small now, and we have to get it big enough that my penis will fit." That was the theory for all of Those Girls. Was it also true of a girl this young? Terry eagerly spread wide and smiled when Zach's little finger slid up inside her. He tried to work it in more, and it went -- slowly. He replaced it with his middle finger, and while tight at first he could soon get it in. It got a little wetter, and it had come from her. Terry looked on with interest, but then she took hold of his stiff cock and began stroking it. Zach could swear her vagina started opening up more rapidly when she did that. Now his index finger and middle finger both fit. He gently spread them apart to stretch her more, and her vagina stretched. Her fluids kept things smooth and slick. It seemed almost miraculous how much she stretched. He could get the two fingers pretty far up in her vagina too. "Stop fingers!" she said. "Penis!" "I'm not sure it will fit... but we can try." Zach turned over onto a very small girl who was eagerly waiting for his cock. He placed the tip gently on her vestibule and pushed. He pushed and pushed and nothing happened. "I don't think it's big enough yet," he said. "No, harder!" said Terry. Zach pressed just a touch harder, not wanting to damage his small mate -- but now his cock tip eased in. It was stunning how stretchy she was. The tip eased in, and the shaft followed the tip. When he was in a couple inches and started the in-and-out motion he beheld his mate looking up at him with happy wonder. He couldn't hold off much longer. "Oh, that feels so good, Terry!" he said. "I'm going to... I'm going to..." And then he did what he was going to do, and pulses of semen shot the length of his organ and into Terry's vagina. Returning to reality from heaven, he feared a little girl who would be upset or confused. Instead he just got a big smile. "That's it!" she said. "That's it!" Zach just held his cock inside his girl and feasted his eyes on the amazing sight. Then he realized that Terry had fallen asleep, with his cock stuck inside her. Seconds turned to minutes, and Zach reveled in the experience -- he had achieved his life's dream. His cock was thrust deep inside a girl of two, who seemed very happy in her sleep. Slowly he let his softening cock slide out, and Terry woke and looked worried. "Where's it going?" she asked. "He's going to take a rest. But he'll come back soon." "Oh, OK," said Terry, but she looked uneasy. The sight of his girl made that cock grow again. "You want it back inside?" he asked. Terry nodded emphatically. He positioned them on their sides, face to face. He slid in again, and as inch followed inch, he could see Terry's anxiety melt away. He began thrusting slowly. "You want this too?" She nodded emphatically. He was in control more now, and could thrust in and out of heaven. He tried to find the angle that made girls happy, and kept rowing in and out -- gently, insistently. Terry looked more and more excited and expectant -- and then she gasped. "Oh, oh, oh!" she said. He felt her vaginal tube squeeze tight, and he promptly delivered another load. They lay with bodies interlocked for some time. After a few minutes, Terry started squirming a bit and Zach withdrew. "Time to get dressed and go see your mom," said Zach. Terry happily helped Zach dress her, and Zach dressed too. He unlocked the door and headed out. In an instant Ellen was there, and Zach said, "Ellen, may I present to you your daughter." Terry reached out her arms and her mother took her. "Honey, you look so much better!" she said. "Well, I guess I'll be on my way," said Zach. "Are you coming back?" asked Terry anxiously. "You're talking!" said her mother, beaming. "I'll come back if your mom says I can." "Can he, can he?" Terry wriggled and her mother put her down. Ellen paused. Her eyes glanced up to meet his, and her face darkened momentarily. "Yes, he will be welcome to come back." "The pervert's welcome back," said Zach very softly. Ellen hesitated, then smiled. "Yes, he's welcome back, whatever he is!" And she gave Zach a big hug. Bigger, perhaps than a parent usually gives a babysitter. A lot bigger. --------------------------------------------------------- The next morning Terry asked when Zach was coming back. Could it be today? Ellen thought a moment. Every day? Well, she'd missed a lot of -- sex, that's what it was -- and maybe had some catching up to do. Zach was happy to come back. The pair disappeared into Terry's bedroom, and she heard nothing but happy sounds for an hour. Terry asked for Zach the next day, and her mother relented, then determined to make her wait a full two days without seeing him. She did, though she got anxious towards the end and mostly asked when Zach would be there next. --------------------------------------------------------- After a week, Zach said, "This is the happiest I've ever been, but... I do have a job. I've pretty much used up my sick time and vacation time with this..." He lived a six-hour drive away. Terry's father said, "How would you like to be Terry's -- I don't know what to call it -- au pair? We'd pay you. We wouldn't actually expect you to do much, beyond the, um, specialized service you are performing already. You could have room and board and what you are making at your current job." "Oh, I couldn't possibly, on those terms." "It's only fair, we're asking you to disrupt your life." "Well, OK." Zach resolved to put away half his paycheck for a college fund for Terry. And what did the au pair do? Once he was up for the day, he changed Terry's diaper -- though she quickly outgrew the need. He changed her clothes, and got her breakfast, and cleaned her up after breakfast. He read her picture books, and played when she played. He sat back to relax and leaf through magazines when she was absorbed in playing alone. He gave her lunch, and put her down for an afternoon nap. If the weather was good he'd take her for a walk outside, sometimes in the stroller, sometimes walking hand in hand. If they met another parent and child -- it was always a mother -- the adults would likely stop and talk and compare notes. He found it easiest to tell them he was Terry's uncle. He prepared Terry's dinner, and ran her bath and supervised it, and then got her into her night clothes. If Ellen was there she sometimes did those things with Terry. She wanted to be a good mother. But with extra time on her hands, she took a half-time job. In any case, after bath time, child care turned to something only Zach did. In her bedroom, she happily cooperated while he took her out of those night clothes and gave her a tender, deep, intimate fucking, ejaculating in her stretchy vagina. He then helped her get back into night clothes and left her in her bed. Orgasm is a pleasant way to make a little girl sleepy. In the morning, the ritual was clear. Terry had to go use the toilet first thing. When she was done, she could come back to the bedroom to get Zach to finger her for just a little bit before sliding his penis back into that stretchy vagina. He pumped again, always giving his little charge another orgasm. If she cared to sleep a little after that was OK, but soon she was up and dressed for the day. They took some shortcuts. Terry was allowed to strip naked before going to do her morning pee, so she would be ready for sex as soon as she got back. She soon graduated to a big girl bed, but when she did she would often pad into Zach's room in the night. Ellen was a little disappointed that she chose to go to Zach for comfort instead of her, but she got used to it. Soon it was easiest if Terry simply slept all night with Zach. Then there was no need for her to get dressed after bed-time sex, and no clothes to take off before her morning pee. If she got anxious in the night, she would find Zach's penis and hold it gently in her hand. If it got hard she would often decide she would feel even more comforted if she could hug it with her vagina instead. If that made Zach inclined to slide in and out a few times and with a loving embrace give her a little extra goop, that was just fine with her. Zach might have wanted to make Terry his girlfriend, but she had no concept of what that was. She was happy to do things he suggested, and happy to play with her parents. She wasn't always an angel, but she wasn't too bad either. She was much, much happier. But she was one of Those Girls. And she was really after only one thing. She wanted to get fucked twice a day, deep in the vagina, her mate ejaculating inside her. Zach kept her satisfied. ============================================================ Chapter 8 Ten years passed. The parents of Those Girls and Those Boys of Washington Street decided to stage a reunion and appreciation party at the playground. Everyone was ten years older, naturally, but this was most significant for the girls and boys. Robert heard about the reunion from a few of the girls he had helped out, many of whom had gone to Washington Street before finding him, but he himself had never even been there. They were unable to locate Nancy. Rachel was indistinguishable from an ordinary teenager. Vera was married. Liza had seized control of her destiny and become a high-end, very active, very happy prostitute. When his relationship with Terry was established, Zach found the courage to contact his old friends at Washington Street and admit how young his attractions went. He was accepted. But Terry found the level of togetherness with Zach stifling when she turned four and moved on to the more common sort of pedophile. Zach was not devastated, especially as he found he was in great demand as a fill-in with the youngest girls. After a year he found another two-year-old to care for day in and day out, and after she inevitably aged out, he had recently taken up with another two-year-old. Emma and Peter were still together, and while not formally married had vowed to stay together for life. Peter swore that he still found her ravishing, even though she now had the body of an adult. Lisa had a steady boyfriend, but remained good friends with Bill. Some of the long-time pedophiles received substantial monetary gifts, notably those who were struggling financially. The night after the party, a number of liaisons took place. There were simple conversations; there were long, significant hugs; there were pairs who simply shared a bed; and there were many sexual encounters. They all agreed they had to make this reunion an annual event. ============================================================ What did you think? I'm always eager for comments, whether positive, negative or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com.