Author: Sterling Title: Little Girls Make Men Do Them Summary: On one side of the ocean, small girls crave sex with adult men and the men have to keep them satisfied. On the other side, men crave sex with small girls and the girls must submit. On the one side, women have no interest in men, and on the other men have no interest in women. There is disharmony in both lands. Then a ship crosses the ocean, and with migration, all can be made right. Keywords: Mg(5) MF rape reluc coercion humor pedo loli oral NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex. First posted 2/8/2016. I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at /files/Authors/Sterling/ For an index see /files/Authors/Sterling/A%20%20SUBJECT%20INDE X.txt There is a more user-friendly web version of most of my stories here: /files/Authors/Sterling/www/ Sterling ============================================================ Little Girls Make Men Do Them Daughterland Jacob woke to the sensation of a tongue licking his cock tip. Not again! He'd barely gotten to sleep! He looked down and saw the owner of the tongue, a girl of just 5 years. "Hannah! Can't you let me get some sleep? I did it to you -- it was just three hours ago, right?" "You did Hailey three times yesterday and you only did me twice. It's not fair." Jacob sighed. Tongue action always made him hard -- and woke him up. Hannah looked admiringly at what her tongue had wrought. "You get to choose which way to do it, OK?" "Gee, thanks." "Well, which way then?" "On your tummy, butt up in the air." She assumed the position, and flipped her nightgown up over her back to expose her girlish rear end. Jason sighed and dragged himself upright, then positioned himself behind the little girl, aiming his cock. "In really deep, OK?" Jason surged into the tight little pussy until he hit the deep end. "Ooo, ooo! Now don't come too soon, OK?" "You girls have me doing this ten times a day -- fat chance I'll come too soon." "Your cock gets hard. Mommy says that means you really want to do it even if you complain." Hardly. Yeah, his cock got hard, and after enough stimulation it twitched and delivered. But it didn't feel good. Yet Hannah's mommy Mrs. Smith was his boss. Good to please the boss. "Well, if that's what she says..." he murmured, then said out loud, "You are a sexy little girl, Hannah. I love your cute little butt, and your nice legs, and your vagina -- your vagina is hot and slick and I really do want to give you your happy little present -- you deserve it!" He tried to say it different ways and be as sincere as he could. Part of what he was paid for was making the girls feel good about their sexual urges and needs. Jason fucked in and out of the little girl. "Ohhh, that feels so nice... so, nice... Mmmmm..." said Hannah. "OK, I'm going to come soon." "Not yet!" "I've been shoving in and out of you for ten minutes, and it's the middle of the night." "Well... But it feels so nice." "And I've been doing it hard and fast and deep, right? And I've grabbed your butt just like you like?" "Yeah, OK..." It took some effort to work up to orgasm when he was coming ten times a day. Hannah felt his increasing tension, and said, "I'll squeeze at just the right time so you give me an even juicier present, right?" "That's right, Hannah," panted Jason. He closed his eyes and imagined himself fucking Mrs. Smith -- that's who he really wanted to do. He imagined he had a full-size ass in his hands and was fucking a womanly cunt... "Mmmm, yes, almost... almost... ok, now!" Hannah squeezed her pussy. Jason groaned, holding himself deep as he pumped a few dollops of seed into the girl. "Oohhh, yes, yes, aaahhh!" said Hannah. "Your goo feels so good..." The delivery over, Jason withdrew from the girl and flopped down on the bed, facing away from her. With his penis poking a scrawny little girl, orgasm was kind of like scratching an itch. There was a compulsion to finish, but it didn't feel very good. Hannah scrambled around until she was lying inside his arms, spooned back against him. Girls liked man sweat and smells too, and that was fine if she would really sleep a while. Girls seemed perpetually horny, but like anyone else they did need to sleep. --------------------------------------------------------- The men of Daughterland were typical men -- they got interested in sex at puberty and the partners they craved were adult women. For females it was different. Little girls loved to get it. But at age 10 or so, their sex drive dropped off and disappeared. In fact, they started finding sex gross as puberty started. By the time they were fertile, they were disgusted by the act that would make them pregnant. However, most did want to have children. What to do? If they had daughters (or nieces or little sisters), they could try to avoid the mating act by collecting drippings from the little girls and tucking them up inside, but it usually didn't work. Or they could get a guy to masturbate and then finger the goo up inside that way, though that was gross and not very effective either. Everyone knew that the way for a woman to get pregnant was to let a guy fuck her and dump a whole load way up in her vagina. And it usually took a bunch of times. A woman trying to get pregnant got doubly depressed when her period came, because that meant she'd have to take that big shaft up inside her again a bunch more times the next month, while the smelly guy grunted and invaded her and then his cock vomited up inside her -- that's what it felt like. Add to this the fact that no pair of man and woman could start more than one baby, and there was no marriage or pair-bonding. People lived in matriarchal households. The emotional bonds between the sexes were between men and their mothers, sisters, and nieces. Jason had done his national service for the Queen of Daughterland -- three years of fucking little girls to keep them happy, a few times a day. After that he'd been out and about the queendom, working as a farm hand. The little farm girls found him and pestered him until he fucked them. Some guys really hated it -- they volunteered to work in the mines, where they knew they'd be out of the reach of the little girls -- known among grumbling men as pussies-in-a-stick, cock-gobblers, or cum-milking devils. What the men all dreamed of was adult woman as partners, but the women were uniformly uninterested -- most were disgusted. And in Daughterland, women got what they wanted. Women did want to have babies, so the next question was choosing which men they should let violate them. Some women submitted to men they thought were fine specimens, while others spread their legs to men who brought lavish gifts. That left a lot of men out. Some poor guys would be lucky to get to do a woman once or twice in their lives. Jason wanted sex with women, and he liked the idea of becoming a daddy. He didn't mind doing the girls too much. As a wandering farmhand his prospects in life were not good. Mrs. Smith had three very demanding little girls, so she wanted to hire someone to take care of their needs. The interview had consisted of Jason fucking the oldest girl while Mrs. Smith watched. Mother and daughter were pleased, and his next interview was fucking the other two girls while the rest of the family watched. He would earn his chance at satisfying sex and procreation by labor. The deal was that after he'd been keeping the girls happy for a month, he got to try to make Mrs. Smith pregnant. And so he set out to earn the right to be a daddy not through the sweat of his brow and the toil of his hands (though he did some farm work too), but by the enthusiastic probing of his stiff cock into the pussies of small girls. He spent his seed where it could not possibly grow, over and over, for the chance to deposit it in a fertile place now and then. --------------------------------------------------------- It was the next night and the three girls had been settled in bed for an hour. "How's it going, Mrs. Smith?" "Good, Jason. But Hailey told me you wouldn't do her in the middle of the night last night." "I'd just done Hannah an hour before... There's only so much I can do." "Oh. Well, I guess you're right." "So can I do it to you now?" "Me?" Mrs. Smith sighed. "I take drippings from the girls and put them up inside me." "How often?" "Well, every day or so I do one." "It's like 12 days since you said your period was. I'd like to do it to you properly." "Well..." She looked at him. "OK, I guess it's part of the deal." She walked to her bedroom. Jason smiled and followed. He stripped. Mrs. Smith lay on her back and with a hand up under her dress rubbed herself quickly. After a minute of that she hitched up her skirts far enough to give him access and then put her arm over her eyes. Jason grinned at what was offered. He spread her legs wide apart, lowered himself, and oozed his cock into her pussy. And then he fucked. None of the grown women liked it, of course -- that's the way the world was and the way it had always been. But men had fucked them frequently when they were small girls and they didn't want to. Jason himself had fucked Mrs. Smith's little girls over and over again to make them happy when he found it tedious. And now it was Mrs. Smith's turn to put up with his desires, and his turn to fulfill them. And so he fucked her hard and deep, thinking how good it felt to be buried in a real woman, admiring the sight of boobs that jiggled as he rammed into her pussy. After he'd done it one way for a while, he'd shift the pace and angle a bit and think about how great that felt too. He fucked and fucked and fucked. In theory he could take however long he wanted, but in practice -- well, in practice there were limits. So he decided after twenty minutes to let his body take him to climax. He looked down greedily at where her legs were spread wide, where the two patches of pubic hair rubbed together, and where his shaft was drilling in and out of this fertile pussy. He drove deep, he drove fast, and the pleasure built and built as he thought about becoming a daddy. And then he gasped as he came, holding his twitching cock in deep while he delivered his load. When he withdrew, Mrs. Smith took her arm off her eyes and gave a thin smile as she got up. "So, again tomorrow?" asked Jason. "Day after tomorrow. Every 48 hours is plenty." They heard padding feet. "Henrietta, what are you doing up?" asked Mrs. Smith. "My pussy's lonely," said the 3-year-old. "Can't you wait until morning?" "No, mommy, I want it now!" "Can you, Jason?" she said. Mrs. Smith spoiled her girls, in Jason's opinion. "Not for an hour or so," he said. "Well, I guess that's fair." "Can I sleep in his arms?" "No!" said Jason. "You won't let me sleep. You'll be squirming or trying to lick me hard all the time." "He's got a point, Henrietta. Here, let me take you back to bed." Jason retreated to his little nook off the kitchen and put the chair in front of the cloth "door". It was a symbol to deter a girl. But if one of them felt that her pussy was especially lonely or empty, or if one was just feeling bratty, she could easily make her way through and wake him up. ============================================================ Fatherland Mrs. Johnson said, "Melissa, Melissa, where are you?" She found the 3-year-old in the closet behind some clothes. "Oh, come out of there. It's time for bed." "I don't want it... I don't want the pussy plug!" "Well, you may not want it, but that's the way it is. All girls get pussy plugs. You know that." "Meredith cries when the men come to do that thing to her." Mrs. Johnson sighed. Yes, Meredith was being kind of a cry-baby. Here in Fatherland, men started leering at girls when they turned three, and by four they got to do it to them. So 3-year-old girls needed pussy plugs at night to help the pussy stretch so the man could get his cock in deep. Girls didn't like getting invaded by a big cock that stuck out of a stinky man. They didn't like a man lying on them and groping them and poking them between the legs and then peeing in them. But that's the way it was, and that's the way it had always been. After a while they got used to it. Then when the girls hit puberty, the men lost interest, and the girls gained it. Women loved the idea of getting penetrated by a cock, but men would never do it. A man might try sometimes if he was being nice. He'd get good and excited screwing some little girl, then he'd pull out of the little pussy and shove into the big one. And a woman could get some exciting feelings before his cock shrank away to nothing. Some men could stay hard for a minute. A few women actually came with a penis inside them, but most had to settle for relief by masturbation. As for babies... They all knew that the best way to make a baby would be to get a man to deliver globs of seed in a grown woman's vagina. What they did to the little girls was just what was needed -- it was just the wrong kind of pussy. But the men refused to put it there -- they claimed they couldn't even if they wanted to. So women were stuck getting drips of goo out of the little girls so they could stick it up inside. To have a decent shot of getting pregnant, you had to go fishing inside a girl -- preferably several girls -- over and over again. And the girls didn't like that much better than getting invaded and used as a cum dump in the first place. But that's the way the world had always been. Unlike in Daughterland, inducing pregnancy by way of fingered drippings was rather effective. --------------------------------------------------------- Melissa was turning four the next day. That meant she would be fair game to be humped and screwed and mated. She would be fair game to be a cum dump. Interest was always keen when a girl first turned four. "It's going to be OK, dear," said Mrs. Johnson. "Meredith doesn't complain any more, right? She gets it and then does her chores, plays, even sees her girlfriends out in the woods." "I don't wanna," said Melissa and cried again. "It's part of life, dear," said Mrs. Johnson. "I had to do it when I turned four, and I got used to it, and now I wish men would do it to me, but they never do." She grew sentimental and said softly, "Try to remember what it's like, because when you're older you'll never get it again." Melissa looked at her blankly, just as she had looked at her own mother when she had said the same thing. Melissa cried again. --------------------------------------------------------- The nobility got their pick of the young girls. Crown Prince Keith was going to take Melissa's virginity. He had commandeered the best private room in the local public house for the occasion, and the girl and her mother had gotten to stay there the night before. He knocked and went in. The little girl sat on the bed wearing a white dress, legs crossed. Her mother sat beside her. "You'll do fine," she said and kissed her girl, then went out. Agents of the King kept note of little girls on their travels, and tipped off the nobility to the presence of especially cute ones. They had done well in this case. Blond, big brown eyes, lovely little nose... "Melissa," he said. "Well, you know why we're here." The girl nodded and looked down. "Let's see what you've got," he said, taking off his own shoes and sock and pants. Melissa lay back and let the dress ride up. "Take it all the way off, I want to have all of you," he said. Melissa dutifully got the dress off over her head. "Oh, very nice!" said the prince. He moved up over her and kissed her nipples and licked her chest. She had tears running down her cheeks and looked up at the ceiling. Well, that's the way the world was, he reflected. That was the way it had always been. He spread her legs wide apart, then gently spread her lips with his fingers. "And look at this pussy," he said. "Wow." He lowered his head and licked. He licked and licked. Spreading her folds with his fingers, he licked inside, and probed her pussy with his tongue. Then he rose up onto his knees, still staring at the well-licked vulva. "No cock has ever been in there... Well, time to change that!" he said. He moved up on the bed and aimed his cock. Melissa was crying quietly now. Good girls didn't, but it was a lot better than screaming or struggling, of course. "Oh, you sweet girl!" he said, placing his cock tip at the door to his prize. "Here goes..." He slowly pressed in. She was tight, but she accepted him. The licking had made her pretty juicy so it glided in and out pretty easily. The first cock to penetrate her! He began a little fucking motion, getting a bit more penetration each time. Pretty soon he was in tight. Time to fuck in earnest. Doing a girl for the first time -- it was so exciting! On and on he fucked, and the girl lay passively below him. Fucking feels great, but it also has its own imperative. It has to end, and it ends with the ultimate male satisfaction. The prince held himself up high and looked at where his shaft disappeared up inside the little virgin. He pressed even harder, even deeper, even faster as his pleasure kept growing. He felt the indescribable joy of it, the sweet expectation, the knowledge that he would feel better and better until finally, finally, "Aaaaahhhhhh!" His body shuddered as his cock twitched and spurted. Little Melissa had just got her first dose of seed. It was a big one. Prince Keith hadn't had sex for two whole days just so he'd have plenty for his little virgin prize. He held himself in tight until his cock shriveled. "Ah, Melissa. Well, now you know what it's like. Not too bad, eh? Didn't hurt, right?" The girl shook her head and even gave the trace of a forced smile. "Well, bye now. You're a good kid. Going to make a lot of men happy, just like a good girl," he said. He tousled her hair. When he opened the door to leave, Mrs. Johnson curtseyed, but then rushed in a little sooner than was fitting given that he was the Crown Prince. But he didn't see fit to make a scene. He had gotten what he wanted from her little daughter. --------------------------------------------------------- "How are you, dear?" she Mrs. Johnson. "OK," said Melissa. "It didn't hurt, right? Not really so bad, was it?" "No, I guess not." "Well, of course there are more men here ready to do you on your first day. I'll see you later." And she left. "Oh, what a cute little piece of ass you are!" leered the next guy, whose fine clothes suggested he was an earl or something. "Gotta get my cock into you and soon!" Next thing Melissa knew, that nasty prong of male flesh was in her. He lay down on her and squished her with his smelly weight. He'd only undressed himself from the waist down, and some buckle bit into her chest and some rough cloth chafed. She managed to take breaths with great effort. His cock was thicker. At least he didn't take so long. In under a minute he got real excited and finished. "Nice pussy," he said, as he dressed. "You gonna get -- maybe 20 cocks today? Oh, yeah. You're a good piece of ass all right." One after the other they entered the room, exposed their stiff cocks, and shoved them up into her between the legs. One after the other they moaned and sighed as they peed in her pussy. After the first four men, a woman came in. "Hi, I'm a friend of your mother's. Here to get the stuff they've been spurting into you. Oooo, some's leaked out." Melissa felt a finger sliding over her pussy lips and the bit of flesh down below between it and her poop hole. "But got to get the stuff inside too," said the woman. Melissa nodded and felt a finger reach up into her over and over again. She glanced down to see the woman holding her big vagina wide open with the other hand while she poked her goopy finger way up inside. She didn't mind too much -- at least the woman was trying to get the nasty stuff out of her instead of putting it in. And then it was another four guys, one after the other, stripping, poking over and over again and sighing as they gooped up her innards. Looking very satisfied with themselves as they dressed. And then another woman in search of baby-making goop. At home that night, her big sister Meredith said, "So, now you've had your turn. Now you know what it's like. Not so bad, is it?" "No," said Melissa. "Not so bad." But her lip quivered and then she burst into tears. She hugged Meredith. After a few seconds, Meredith pushed her away gently. "Ah, c'mon," she said. "Don't be a cry baby." They heard a knock on the outside door, and then their mother's voice... "Meredith, someone's here for you." She sighed, rose and trudged off to be a cum dump to some other horny guy. ============================================================ The Worlds Meet Her Majesty the Queen of Daughterland had approved expeditions into the unknown western sea. Now the ship had sighted land! No one had dared sail this far before, and here they were. The old myths of a land across the sea were actually true. Discovery. Reward at last! The people looked much like them, with roughly the same kinds of houses. The visitors were greeted with friendly curiosity and excitement. The natives spoke gibberish, but they could make progress with sign language. Jacob was a sailor in the original party. He and others were encouraged to explore. He wandered down a lane and came to a house with a girl of perhaps 6 playing in the yard. As he approached she scampered inside. A woman came out. "Hello," he said. She said something in gibberish, then shrugged and signaled for him to follow her inside. He sighed. So he'd have to fuck the little girl. That was part of life. The girl lifted her skirts as he approached and lay back on the sofa, while the mother disappeared into a back room. He dutifully took off his trousers and approached. He wasn't very hard, and she made no move to lick him. Well, he'd do his best to be a good guest. He stroked himself until he got hard. He then lowered himself onto her and poked his cock against her pussy opening. It went in. She was very reserved, however. No smile. No little moans of pleasure. Were they very shy here? Oh, well. He tried various angles and speeds that one girl or another had liked especially, but got no hint of pleasure from her. So he sped up, and after a while he finally reached climax and pulsed his stuff into the little thing. No shudders of pleasure then either. Instead, the girl frowned, and as soon as he withdrew she pulled herself together and went into the other room. The mother appeared. Now here was a sexy woman! He managed to convey that he'd like a tour of the premises, and for the next half hour they went from room to room inside, and among the various associated buildings outside, trying mostly in vain to ask and answer questions in sign language. He noted a certain sparkle in her eyes which he rarely saw when women from Daughterland looked at him. He wandered through other parts of the town, but the image of that woman kept coming back to him. The way she had looked at him... Sometimes women were more willing to let a man do it to them if he was a traveler from far away, and he certainly was from far away! When he returned, the daughter was nowhere in sight to demand more from him, but the mother was there. "Can I try to make you pregnant?" he asked. She shrugged, indicating lack of comprehension. Well, there was sign language. He approached and pointed between her legs and between his, then mimed a fucking motion with his finger poking into the loose fist of the other. She looked shocked, then pointed between his legs, then her legs... He nodded and repeated his mime of the fucking motion. With bright eyes, she nodded and led him to a bedroom. As he moved his hands all over her, she reacted very differently from any woman of Daughterland. She smiled. She took all her clothes off. Perhaps she was just especially grateful for the chance to get some seed from far away? He was so bold as to touch her breasts -- seeing as she had stripped. She not only didn't stop him, she seemed to like it! Wherever he ran his hands over her, she seemed delighted. He happily took off all of his clothes too. She looked with palpable appreciation at his stiff cock. Following his signs and gentle pushes, she lay back on the bed with legs spread wide. He lowered himself beside the naked woman and tried sucking one breast. She gasped and moaned. He sucked harder, and she gasped again and shivered. As his hands roamed over her body, she seemed to like it all. She liked it best of all when his fingers started working between her legs. He'd swear that she *wanted* him to stick his dick in her. He was not disappointed. Not only did it slide in smoothly, but she gasped with delight. He began fucking and she kept gasping and moaning. Within a minute she shuddered and cried out. A grown woman? Having an orgasm? It was such an exciting possibility! He pounded away and loved the idea that she wanted to get fucked. She really wanted it. Pleasure rose as never before in his life. His orgasm seized him and he splatted his seed up inside her. She laughed and smiled and hugged him, seeming in no hurry for him to withdraw. He was happy to stay inside her. After a while they heard a commotion out front, and they disengaged and dressed so the woman could answer the door. Jason hung back behind the woman. It was one of the native men, and when the woman called, the girl appeared again, and laid herself down on the sofa. Customs were different here, but he could swear she was very reluctant. A reluctant girl? The man, on the other hand, had a gleam in his eyes. He fucked the little girl with a big smile, and his face had a look of pure pleasure when he came. If he was acting he was a very good actor. The girl was impassive, just as she had been with him. As soon as the man's spent cock had cleared her pussy lips, she was scrambling up and away. When that man had left, Jason joined the mother, said his thanks and goodbye, though he didn't understand a word she said and he doubted she understood him. But the look in her eyes -- he'd swear she'd want to get fucked again right then if he'd been able. On his way back to the ship he wondered what was going on. A reluctant girl and an eager woman... The landing party compared notes. There was nothing all that different about the economy of this land. There were minor differences in diet, clothing and most customs. But a couple other men who had gone wandering that afternoon gave reports similar to his. They had all been prepared to do their duty and fuck little girls who asked for it. But none of the others had done it. They soon decided that Jason's case had been a misunderstanding. The mother had assumed he wanted to fuck the girl, and he had assumed it was his duty to do so. Three of the others, like Jason, had tried their luck with women and found they were not just willing but eager to get fucked -- they seemed dumbfounded and overjoyed. And the four men interrupted each other to echo and reinforce how great it had been to do it to a woman who really wanted to get it. All of the sailors were eager to go exploring again the next day -- especially the ones who had not tried their luck to see if friendly looks could be transformed into sexual encounters with eager *adult* women. A few days of exploration made the pattern clear. Here small girls had no desire to get fucked, though they were used to it and submitted sullenly. Here it was the women who wanted it! The men had no desire to fuck the adult women, but only the little girls. Word spread of these foreign men from across the sea who fucked adult women with great enthusiasm and ejaculated right inside their pussies. Enterprising women came in from the countryside. The limit on the number of copulations for the crew was nothing but their own stamina. --------------------------------------------------------- The captain and two of the officers of the Daughterland ship were women. Captain Hershey had brought along her daughter Kate, a girl of 7 who wanted to share in the adventure. On the trip over the crew had all fucked her when asked. Some sailors grumbled that the girl was not so interested in exploring new lands as in getting to choose among 50 men and not having to share their manly productions with any other girls. Kate did seem especially happy. And now the possibility emerged. If the girls in this new land were reluctant and it was the men who wanted to fuck them... What would happen if Kate met the men? The captain and several men accompanied Kate from the longboat. She exchanged glances of great mutual interest with several of the native men as they passed, but the sailors hurried her along until she was installed in guest quarters. It was easy enough to convey to the locals Kate's attitude towards sex, and they seemed very excited by the prospect. One entered the room, and Kate's eyes lit up. She went towards the man sniffing, and soon bent over and sniffed him between the legs. "Oh, wow. That's amazing -- that smell. He's got to fuck me. I've got to get him into me!" But the man quickly withdrew from the room. The foreigners engaged in animated conversation but none would go in to see Kate. She became quite irritable. Her mother got two of her favorites among the crew to fuck her to head off a tantrum, but what she wanted was these foreigners. It was two hours later that everything changed. --------------------------------------------------------- It was the King, they conveyed. Her mother and the sailor guards withdrew to an adjoining room so it was just the two of them. Even Kate got that she couldn't just demand whatever she wanted from the king. She smelled that same alluring odor and wanted to sniff his crotch but held herself back. But the way he looked at her! Desire! He began sniffing and was soon sniffing *her* crotch, taking deep breaths. She saw the bulge in his pantaloons and wanted it. Meanwhile, she stripped completely and this wonderful man kissed and licked her everywhere -- including between her legs! He kept taking deep sniffs. The attention was nice, but she wanted his cock. He didn't make her wait long. Soon he too was naked. He smelled so good. She touched him tentatively and he responded with smiles. Encouraged, she touched him all over, marveling at his presence and his very being. Within seconds he was mounted upon her and did exactly what she wanted. He aimed his cock between her legs and pushed. She'd never wanted a cock in her so badly. It was everything she hoped for and more. It stuffed her so full, and it felt like magic every time it shoved in and out. The whole length of her pussy was alive with pleasure, and every time the king's shaft slid in or out it made the pleasure build. The king slid in and out with fast, long deep strokes. And then it happened. The king ejaculated, and she nearly fainted with a pleasure dwarfing any she had felt up to that point in her life. The king too seemed terrifically excited. As he calmed down he didn't pull out, but rolled them onto their sides. And he kissed her lips! She eagerly kissed him back and they lay kissing for many minutes. She was amazed that he'd kept his cock in her. She didn't realize it had been shrinking until she felt it growing again. The soft intruder got harder and harder as it lay within her. When it was stiff, he naturally pushed her onto her back and began fucking her again. In a couple minutes the king came again. And while it felt really good -- as good as it ever did when one of the men of Daughterland did it to her -- it wasn't fantastic in the same way. This time the king withdrew. They kissed for a minute or so and then he dressed and left. Her mother the captain appeared long enough to find out that she OK -- she was more than OK. Another man in finery was admitted to her room, and the sequence repeated itself. He sniffed her crotch and she dared to sniff his. His cock got hard and he lost little time in sticking it into her very grateful pussy. Once again her pussy was alive with pleasure as he stroked in and out, and once again when he began twitching and spewing, she was transported to the kind of heaven that had never been hers on the other side of the ocean. He kissed and hugged her too, but not for as long. The next man entered the room, and after a bit of eager preparation by the two parties, his penis entered the little girl. It plunged and stroked and pistoned and stabbed to the utter delight of both until the seed shot from the end and entered the innards of young Kate, sending her into another bout of pure ecstasy. He stayed to do it a second time too, and as with the King the second time was OK but not great. Her mother appeared between men to find how it was going, and Kate reassured her it was going very well indeed. She wanted to get fucked. She wanted it hard and deep. She wanted to receive a divine ejaculation. And as soon as she could, she wanted to feel the next cock force its way deep into her pussy. She tired of the delays from men getting dressed and undressed. Why couldn't the next man be getting undressed while the one man fucked? Why should the entry of the next cock be delayed just because a man was tired and wanted to relax after unloading inside her? And so eventually a rotating cast of a dozen men were in the room with her. A few moved slowly, with softening cocks and dazed expressions of total satisfaction. More waited with excited anticipation, and she loved the sight of five naked men in line, each with a stiff cock pointed at her. And one man was always over her and on her and in her, flesh slapping against flesh, hands behind her shoulders or her butt, while his most vital part, the blessed cock, was thrusting in and out with insistent abandon until it disgorged one more load of foreign seed into her inner pussy and gave her a surge of immense pleasure. The stuff flowed out and onto the bed below. Now and then she got up and waited impatiently while they replaced a sodden blanket with a fresh one. She and the stream of waiting cocks conspired to make that new one sodden in short order. She resisted any suggestions that she should stop, though ultimately hunger, thirst, and a need to pee each demanded its own interruption. Finally, long after dark, her mother insisted and the ever-so-well-fucked Kate staggered happily back to the ship. --------------------------------------------------------- The ship needed to return across the sea to announce the amazing discovery of Fatherland. But the captain decided that if Kate could be convinced to stay, it would be taken as a sign of goodwill. Many suspected that she dared not cross her bratty and amazingly horny little girl by insisting that she come home. Could any sailors be convinced to stay and guard the girl and see to her needs? Why yes, there were plenty of volunteers for the ten slots the captain allotted. Men and women of means and connection eagerly traveled from afar to visit the wondrous strangers from overseas. The men wanted to experience the otherworldly erotic odor of this girl, her fervent desire, her 7-year-old pussy that gave exquisite pleasure like no other pussy in the land, and the transcendent joy of unloading way up inside. Men who had never before produced more than four big gobs of goop readily produced eight to fill young Kate. The women wanted to see one of the sailors. They were mostly of humble origins and middling appeal on the face of it, but they had one big advantage over local men. They wanted to fuck the women. They wanted to suck their tits and squeeze their asses and above all, to force their long, hard phalluses into their eager vaginas. They wanted to fuck hard and deep and with excitement and spew their teeming masses of seed way up inside. While there was only one Kate to fill one need and ten sailors to fill the other, more men got their needs met. Sailors had refractory periods and few could get it up and in and shoot more than five or ten times a day. But as for Kate, after providing one man the satisfaction of a lifetime, she was ready, eager and even insistent to receive the next stiff cock and its sticky load within seconds. --------------------------------------------------------- Trade developed, but vacations by people of means were one of the biggest draws. A splendid vacation could easily turn into a desire to immigrate. Boys... well, boys didn't care much. All this sex was dumb stuff that adults and silly girls went in for. They could tussle and fight with each other, learn and explore, and fart and belch until they hit puberty, whichever land they were in. The men of Fatherland could find on the other side of the sea an ample supply of small girls who wanted badly to get it and provided unparalleled pleasure. The women could find men to fuck them with passion, and make them pregnant directly instead of the need to dip into their daughters. The girls could find a place where no man ever insisted on shafting them with a big, fat penis. The men of Daughterland could find over the ocean a place where no girls harassed them for sex and where women loved getting fucked. The women could find a place where no man tried to get into their pants and the drippings from small girls were good at causing pregnancy. And the girls could find all the men they could ever want to fuck them, over and over and over again. ============================================================ What did you think? 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