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.

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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!"

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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"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."

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"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..."

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"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."

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"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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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