Author: Sterling
Title: Love For Girls -- Free
Summary: Jim is a registered girl lover. He parks his pink van
and waits to see what girls want to get loved and in what way.
Other aspects vary, but they are always warmed by his adoration.
But one girl's desires match his fondest dream.
Keywords: Mg pedo slow oral 1st

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 7/16/2013.

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Love For Girls -- Free

Jim drove his pink van slowly through the streets. It was a
working class area of an average small American city. On this
warm Saturday afternoon in July, there were people out and about.
Children played in the streets. Adults sat on stoops chatting. A
number of people noticed the van and pointed it out to the
others.

He chose a spot to park on a road that ran between a playground
and some public green space that adjoined a stream. He opened the
side door of the van and sat in the open doorway, enjoying the
spring afternoon. Painted in prominent letters on both sides and
the back of the van was "Love For Girls -- Free". He didn't have
long to wait.

A worn-looking woman approached, towing a girl by the hand. She
looked to be about six. She was frowning and looked like she had
been frowning for a long time.

The mother stopped in front of him, not bothering to look at the
official girl-love license on the dashboard.

"Hi, my name's Jim," he said, extending his hand. "And who might
we have here?"

"Tell him. Tell him your name," said the mother in a tired
voice." After a few seconds she said, "Mary. Her name is Mary. I
try, Jim, I really do. But it's hard..."

"No excuses needed."

"Mary," said the mother squatting beside her. "Jim really loves
little girls. I bet you'll like playing with him."

Mary pouted, shook her head, looked at the ground and stamped her
foot.

"Hi, Mary," said Jim in a soft voice. "You look wonderful. I saw
those blue eyes of yours. Can I see them again?"

Mary looked up briefly, defiant, before looking back down
quickly.

"Oh, my! They are just gorgeous. And your face! Not to mention
the rest of you. Look at those perfect little hands!"

Jim caught the hint of a smile before the girl resumed her frown.

"Can I see that hand of yours?" He reached out slowly and Mary
lifted her right hand a few inches in his direction, while still
gripping her mother's with her left.

Jim gently took it and lifted it, smiling with unfeigned delight.
He carefully looked over each finger, each knuckle, before
turning it over as if it was a priceless work of art. He gently
stroked each finger with his. "Oh, my! Would you mind if I kissed
it? I'd love to kiss your hand."

Mary wasn't trying to hide her smile any more. She didn't look
up, but she didn't pull her hand back.

Jim raised the hand to his lips and kissed the back of it, giving
a brief sigh of delight.

At that Mary looked up and smiled at him openly. She had straight
brown shoulder-length hair and her big blue eyes were set in a
round face. Was she in fact the most beautiful girl in the world?
Probably not, if you let loose the scientists to measure
everything. But at the moment she was, to him, the most beautiful
girl in the world.

"So," said her mother gently. "Do you think you'd like to spend
some time with Jim?"

Mary looked up at her mother and back at Jim and gave an
enthusiastic nod.

"Wonderful! I'll be back in an hour, OK, sweetie?"

By now more people had gathered at a respectful distance. There
was a father with an impassive 8-year-old by his side, and a pair
of girls who looked just a bit younger. A teenaged boy approached
with a girl who was obviously his little sister, talking at some
volume.

Mary turned and looked at them and back at Jim questioningly.

"They'd all like a turn at being loved too," he said. "But the
next hour is just for me and you. You want to come inside?"

Mary nodded and clambered into the van after him, and he shut the
door behind them. There was a translucent skylight but no
windows. A curtain shielded the back of the van from the seats up
front. The back was dominated by a bed, with a narrow aisle on
the right and both ends. Mary sat on the bed and Jim sat to her
right.

He took her hand again and stroked it softly.

"So, tell me, Mary, why were you frowning when your mother
brought you here."

"I wanna go to the zoo, and she said 'no'. She always says 'no'."

"Oh, dear. You like the zoo a lot?"

"Yeah! The penguins are my favorite!"

"Does your mommy work a lot?"

"All the time! I stay with Mrs. Smith and her kids when she's
working and they're mean to me."

"Oh! How so?"

"They say I'm just a dumb baby and laugh at me all the time."

"Oh! No one should ever treat you like that. A wonderful girl
like you!"

"Yeah! Well, just yesterday I wanted to play house, and they..."

The floodgates opened, and Mary talked on and on. Jim listened
sympathetically, throwing in a supportive comment now and then.

He also took Mary's other hand and stroked it too, kissing every
fingertip. He gently turned her face towards him and spent
minutes just gazing at it lovingly while stroking her hair. He
drew the back of his hand down her cheek.

He interrupted her to say, "Do you mind I'm touching you like
this? I just think you are so wonderful in every way."

"No, it feels nice," she said with a smile, and went back to
telling her troubles.

Jim brushed his hands lightly over Mary's forearms and upper
arms, slowly and carefully. Then he rested a hand on her back,
over her dress, and began stroking, then rubbing. He relished the
feel of her firm, lean and warm body through the fabric. As he
rubbed he slowly moved his lips towards her head and kissed her
gently on the ear.

Mary stopped talking for a moment and smiled at him.

"If you lie down on your tummy I could give you a real back rub."

"OK!" said Mary. Leaving her sandals on the floor, she flopped
onto the bed face down.

Jim sat gently on her calves and began working his hands over her
back, feeling her spine, rubbing the muscles on each side
carefully, proceeding from top to bottom.

"I could do it better if you took your dress off," he said.

Mary hesitated but didn't respond to that, so he just kept on as
he was. When he reached the end of her spine, he kept going
downward, rubbing gently her two buttocks through her dress.

Mary stopped talking and Jim sensed discomfort. He immediately
stopped and instead moved down on the bed to caress her feet.
Mary began talking again, and Jim moved from feet to calves, then
from calves to knees. She hadn't put any effort into modesty when
she'd flopped down, and her dress had ridden more than halfway up
her thighs. Jim's hands glided above her knees and began
caressing the flesh of her thighs. As he was halfway up her inner
thighs, Mary flipped over onto her side and said, "My mommy said
I had to keep all my clothes on and you couldn't touch my private
parts."

"Oh, OK! That's fine!" said Jim. He was there to love girls, and
that meant loving them no more than they wanted to be loved.

"You want a hug?" he asked.

Mary nodded enthusiastically. As Jim sat on the bed she
approached him and leaned against his side. They put their arms
around each other but that didn't make a real hug. Mary stood up
and Jim did too -- though he couldn't straighten up fully in the
van. That hug wasn't so great either, as her chest was pressed
against his pelvis. It squished his bulging erection between them
so she couldn't help but feel it. She broke the hug and looked up
at him with a conspiratorial glance. "Is that your -- your
penis?" she whispered.

Jim nodded, and Mary giggled.

"I've got a huggy idea I think will work," he said, and sat on
the edge of the bed. "You sit on my lap here crosswise..."

When they were in position she leaned in so their fronts touched
fully and she squeezed. He squeezed back gently. After a minute
of silence she began sniffling, but stopped herself.

"Sorry," she said. "I'm a big girl now, so I'm not supposed to be
a cry baby."

"It's OK," said Jim softly. "You're safe here and if you want to
cry, that's fine with me."

She looked into his eyes, searching, and apparently felt
reassured. She collapsed again into a half hug as he cradled her.
She rested her head on his shoulder and soon started to cry.
Crying turned to  sobbing, raw pain expressed and released. After
a minute it subsided again to mere crying. Jim just held her,
rocking her gently. The crying came intermittently, then subsided
to sniffles. After a few minutes, he realized she was asleep, and
he smiled. He continued to hold her.

After several minutes he heard approaching footsteps.

"Mary?" called her mother.

The girl didn't awaken, so Jim gently shifted her in his arms and
whispered in her ear, "Mary, time to wake up."

She yawned as Jim released her and stretched. Then her mother
called a second time and Mary answered, "I'm here."

"Time to come home."

"OK."

Jim opened the door and emerged as he stretched. Mary soon
appeared at his side.

"Did Jim love you like you wanted?"

"Better! Way better!" she said, and tugged on Jim's arm. He let
himself be pulled down, and Mary kissed his cheek.

"Oh, that's wonderful!" said her mother. "Say goodbye now."

"Bye!"

"Bye, Mary," said Jim softly, and it was a much happier girl that
walked away holding her mother's hand.

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A few people were waiting around and stirred with excitement when
Jim and Mary emerged. There was a group of three who whispered to
each other, the same man and daughter, and one girl waiting by
herself.

"Oh, my," said Jim. "Are you all here to be loved?"

The father pointed to his daughter and nodded, but she looked
away. The three girls giggled and looked down. The solitary girl
said nothing.

"Let me say that differently. Is any of you girls *not* here to
be loved?"

There were no denials.

He approached the trio of girls and squatted to be at their
height. They all looked to be about nine.

"Who wants a hug?"

"Me!" said one, and he slowly enfolded her in a careful,
significant embrace. He was in no hurry.

"Kiss too?" he said.

She didn't answer but smiled, and he slowly brought their faces
together. She responded to the touch of lips hesitantly, but soon
kissed him back, sliding her lips against his, alternately making
a sensuous contact and breaking it. After a bit she pulled away.

One of the others was obviously ready and went straight for a
kiss, which he was happy to return. He enfolded her too in a hug,
into which he put his genuine affection. Loving girls was so much
fun, and so meaningful. She gave him a special smile when they
broke apart.

The third girl wouldn't look at him and turned away when offered
a kiss, but she clung to him when he hugged her. After a couple
minutes her friends grew restless, but Jim held the hug without
wavering until she finally pulled back. A closed face opened
instantly to a big smile and she kissed him on the cheek before
bolting away laughing, followed closely by her friends.

Jim looked at the father and raised his eyebrows. The father said
something to his daughter, who shook her head. The father looked
back at Jim and shrugged.

That left the solitary girl, who looked to be about seven.

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"You want to come into my van?" he asked.

The girl didn't answer but started walking towards it and climbed
in. Jim followed and shut the door behind them.

"Oh, you are so beautiful," he said. "What's your name?"

"Mandy," she said softly.

"Can I hold your hand, Mandy?"

She didn't object, and he stroked her hand, an amazing creation
of nature. It was a very practical organ, of course, with its
four fingers and an opposable thumb, but the smooth skin, modest
size, and the fact that it was part of a young girl made it very
special to him. Her face was even more remarkable, and he studied
it lovingly as he caressed her hand. She glanced up at him as he
regarded her adoringly.

"How old are you?"

"Six."

"Who's looking after you today?"

"Mommy said she'd be back by six. I can tell the numbers on a
clock now. She always says that but mostly she doesn't get back."

Jim waited but she didn't take the opportunity to say more. She
paid full attention as he moved his hands from spot to spot much
as he had with Mary. She was relaxed and smiled now and then. And
when he mentioned that he could give her a better back rub if she
took her dress off, she didn't hesitate a moment before pulling
it off.

Now he had face down on his bed a lithe beauty, naked except for
her white panties. Her light brown hair was halfway down her
back, and he reverently caressed it as he gently tucked it off to
one side. The back rub began in earnest then.

By the time he was halfway down her back, she was smiling, eyes
closed, relaxed.

She didn't object when he gently caressed and then massaged each
buttock in turn. When his hands slid up from her knees and
caressed the insides of her thighs, she spread her legs a bit.
When his upward progress reached her panties, he just curved his
hand and held it gently against her privates.

"I'd love a chance to see your front, too," he said.

She turned on her back and smiled at him.

He then gently traced his hand over her face, descended to her
neck, took a leisurely detour down the inside of each arm and up
the outside, made some leisurely figure 8s around her nipples,
tightening the figure each time but then shooting off towards her
lower parts, leaving the nipples untouched. Down the outside of
her right leg his hand traveled, he circled her right foot
several times before his spread hand glided up the front of the
thigh. The left leg got equal time and attention, and he reversed
his travels until his fingers reached her head once more. Each
ear got several seconds of caressing before his fingers circled
her lips and then very gently caressed them.

He then leaned in slowly for a kiss, and she responded eagerly,
wrapping one arm over his shoulder while the other hand caressed
his neck.

His left hand was immobilized, but his right made use of its
freedom to caress lower once again. It did not avoid her let
nipple this time, but rather stroked it gently, over and over.
But while the girl's lips were engaged with his, the hand
descended to her panties. He explored in detail each hem that he
could reach, tracing the boundary between cloth and left thigh,
cloth and hip, cloth and lower tummy, cloth and cute little butt.
He approached the boundary between cloth and girl crotch much
more slowly. She spread her leg out a bit for better access. He
caressed first exposed flesh, then the cloth of modesty, and then
stroked a half inch of the forbidden flesh under the seam.

Mandy broke the kiss and looked up at him. "You're not supposed
to touch me there, you know," she said, but she was smiling.

"Oh, dear," he said, with mock chagrin. "I hoped you wouldn't
notice."

She laughed out loud at that.

"Do you mind?" he asked gently.

She shook her head and pulled his head back down to resume the
kiss. He had his license, and anything she was OK with was legal.

Now he kept his fingers on the outside of her panties, but his
respect for her modesty was only apparent. He found her
centerline and gently stroked the cloth up and down, sometimes
with a lighter touch, sometimes more firmly. Periodically she
pressed her pelvis upward at his fingers before relaxing again.

After a bit he returned his fingers to the hem but did not stop
when he was a half inch under the cloth. He continued with great
excitement to caress soft flesh that had no hint of hair. Only
little girls were configured that way down there, and they didn't
realize how very special that made them.

Mandy wriggled, and Jim drew back. She grabbed one hip of her
panties with each hand and raised her rear end off the bed, but
then stopped.

"Do you mind?" she asked.

"Not at all," said Jim, managing with some effort not to laugh.

"They're naughty parts," she said.

"Well, when I love a girl, I love the whole girl -- every part of
her that wants to be loved. Naughty parts as much as any other --
more in fact."

"OK," she said with a smile, and in a flash removed her final bit
of clothing and lay back.

"So there's all of you," Jim said. "So completely perfect."

He dropped his face towards hers, but instead of the kiss she
expected, she felt the wet of  his tongue on her cheek. While she
giggled and squirmed, his right hand once more found the girlish
spot between her legs and gently rubbed, flesh on sensitive
flesh.

He licked the one cheek, then her ear, then her neck. "You're so
wonderful, I want to lick and smell and taste every inch of you!"

Mandy smiled and squirmed playfully.

Jim descended to her chest, and his licks rapidly centered on her
left nipple.

"There's nothing there," said Mandy. "I'm just a kid."

"Of course there's nothing there," Jim said. "I love that there
is nothing there -- except this little nipple. It's just the way
you're supposed to be. Other men will be more excited when you're
a big girl and have breasts, but I think you're perfect -- better
this way. Besides, it's not quite nothing. You pay attention to
how it feels."

"Oh... Oh, yeah," she said after he had returned to the little
nub once more. "Though it's kinda hard to tell, with what you're
doing way down there!" She thrust her hips upwards once.

"Oh, I hoped you wouldn't notice," he said with another smile.

She stuck her tongue out at him. "It's nice but kind of itchy
nice."

He stopped. "Is it better when I stop?"

"No..." she said.

"Well, I have an idea," he said, and gently opened her innocent
girl parts with his index and ring fingers while his middle ever
so gently pressed against her little pleasure organ.

After a minute of the new gentle, consistent rhythm, Mandy closed
her eyes and sighed.

"Now, I have another idea," said Jim, kissing his way down her
body, past nipples, stomach and the gentle rise to her pubis.

Mandy sat up with alarm when she figured out where he was headed.
"But... it's dirty!"

Jim gently smiled. "Your whole body is special -- your whole
self. I think you'll like it." He regarded her earnestly and
stroked her cheek.

"Well, OK," said Mandy, lying back but looking unconvinced.

Jim thrilled as he brought his face down to the 6-year-old's
crotch. Her legs were spread wide for his attentions, her modest
little girl genitals on display.

He sniffed, he licked the outside parts of the labia, and sniffed
them again, but then very gently spread her lips, and began
kissing and licking anew.

"It is nice!" said Mandy.

He dipped ever so gently into her vaginal cleft to lick up the
drops of lubrication she was making in her excitement, but didn't
try to penetrate. Instead, he focused on the inner lips, licking
over and over, attentive always to the nub right at the spot
where they joined. He attended carefully to her moans and gasps
to figure out what worked best for her.

"Uh oh," she whimpered after a bit, and repeated, "uh oh."

Jim lifted his head long enough to say, "You worried it feels too
good?"

Mandy nodded.

"It's perfectly safe and normal -- just enjoy it."

Mandy seemed relieved to drown her confusion in pleasure, so Jim
returned to his ministrations. It took a bit of time after the
interruption to return Mandy to the same level of excitement. She
continued to say, "uh oh", but Jim just smiled inwardly and
picked up the pace slightly of his firm, long licks.

Her pelvis began to move with occasional tiny jerks, while her
vocalizations dropped the "uh" part and just became, "Oh! ... Oh!
... Ohhhh!" He knew where she was headed even if she didn't, and
he treasured every step of her building excitement. Then her
muscles tensed, she stopped breathing, and she gave a big push
upward with her pelvis. Jim started flicking his tongue rapidly
right on her clitoris.

Mandy started gasping and shuddering, and Jim kept licking away
until she finally started relaxing and pulled away from him. With
a big smile Jim emerged from between the little girl's legs and
crawled up to lie beside her. She lay like a rag doll in
post-orgasmic bliss. He admired her small body, glowing now with
a touch of perspiration, but as perfect as ever.

He lay on his side in his shorts and T-shirt, grinning at the
gorgeous little girl who lay on her back, seemingly unaware of
his existence. But when she had caught her breath she opened her
eyes a bit, looked at him and smiled.

Then she turned over to snuggle against him, pushing him onto his
back. He enfolded her in his arms, and she draped her left leg
over his. And Jim felt very happy. That certainly qualified as
loving a girl! His erection gradually softened in his shorts.

They lay like that for 20 minutes before Mandy stirred and got
up.

"So, did you feel loved?" he asked.

She grinned at him and nodded.

"I didn't know love could fee like that!" she said, then got
dressed.

"Bye!" she said as he let her out, and it seemed a very happy
little girl who skipped across the playground.

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Waiting outside was a mother with a grumpy 3-year-old in her lap.

"Hello, who do we have here?" Jim asked, approaching.

"Catherine," said her mother. "She's just been out of sorts all
day, and I'm trying to be patient, but..."

"Hello, Catherine," said Jim in his kindest voice.

She turned away and buried her face in her mother's shoulder.

"What a gorgeous little girl you are," said Jim. Once again, a
scientist might not have found her in the top half in an
objective survey, but it mattered not at all. She *was* gorgeous.
"Look at that knee and leg of yours. Just perfect." He didn't try
to touch.

Catherine dared a peek before burying her face again.

"And your face! Just right. Nose, cheeks, those beautiful eyes...
Your hair is so shiny... How did you ever get all those hairs to
grow like that? Each one is perfect."

Catherine dared a longer look, and Jim looked at her with all the
adoration he felt.

That seemed to put the little one more at ease, and she locked
eyes with him for seconds at a time before looking away.

"Would you let me give you a hug, Catherine?" he asked quietly.
"I'd love so much to feel that soft perfect body against me --
only if you want."

Catherine smiled now and got up from her mommy's lap. She put her
arms out straight but angled upward to give her answer, and Jim
quickly rose and took her under the armpits and hefted her. She
spread her legs and hooked them around behind his back while
plastering herself to his front. With one hand under her bottom
and one behind her back, he held her.

"Mmmmmm," he said, treasuring the contact. She gave a happy sigh
and after a while drew back to look at him. He smiled and she
smiled back. He rubbed their noses together and she giggled.

The mother said, "Isn't that better, Catherine?"

The girl didn't answer but wriggled and he put her down at once.

"You want to say thank you to the nice man?"

She turned and gave him a big smile, better in his book than any
word of thanks.

"Well, I'll thank you then," said the mother. "Thanks so much. We
still have some shopping to do before dinner."

Jim smiled. Loving little girls. It was a varied occupation,
tuned to the individual girl, but it was all so very rewarding.

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The only other girl waiting looked to be about 5.

"What's your name?"

"Lola."

"What would you like, Lola?"

She trotted down to his van and clambered in, and he followed.

She was chatty and in good spirits. Like the others she seemed to
sense how much he treasured her body and enjoyed the touch he
offered. She pulled her jeans down and whipped off her T-shirt at
the merest suggestion.  Her panties were pink and silky. When
after many long minutes it was time to become more intimate with
their contents, she needed no coaxing to remove them so Jim could
properly love the little girl parts within.

"You know what?" she asked. "I've got a secret."

"What?"

"I like to put my teddy bear inside my panties and bounce up and
down on it. It feels really good. Mommy said to do it when I was
alone and not tell anyone. But I can tell you, right?"

"Of course," said Jim with a big smile, his fingers teasing and
coaxing her erotic tissues.

"You're smarter than my teddy bear. You make it feel gooder. A
couple times I've got a big 'happy happy' on teddy. I think
you're gonna make me get one."

Jim was only using his fingers, but he followed the girl's cues,
and a minute later she whimpered and shuddered.

"That was it. I had one!" She reached up to grab Jim around the
neck and kissed his cheek over and over.

He let his fingers rest gently on her labia for a couple minutes,
then slowly began a rhythmic motion again. Lola wriggled her
hips.

"You like that?"

She nodded.

"I have a way I think you could get an even bigger happy happy."

When Jim lowered himself and moved his head between her legs, she
just said, "Really?" but gave in to the sensations without
complaint or shame.

His tongue soon coaxed her body into a second orgasm that went on
and on before she finally pushed his head away.

Jim was very happy to have loved another girl to a shuddering
sexual climax.

"You know a lot!" she said with wonder when she'd caught her
breath.

"About little girls, yes," he said.

Jim shrugged. He was now prepared for her to leave, to start
chatting, to snuggle, or to fall asleep. He was not prepared for
what she actually suggested.

Now and then a girl was curious enough to want to see his male
apparatus, and he naturally obliged. Curiosity was easily
satisfied with a look or occasionally a touch. Twice girls had
said their mommies told them they should do something nice for
him if he was nice to them, but Jim could tell they weren't
really into it themselves, so of course he had declined. One girl
had heard about semen and wanted to see it come out. He had given
himself a quick hand job. It had been exciting to come while
looking at a bare-chested girl. But his spurts had sent her into
endless giggles, which sort of broke the mood.

"You were really nice to me," said Lola, smiling with the total
innocence and sincerity of childhood. "There's one more thing I'd
like, but I dunno if you wanna do it."

"What is it?"

"Um, I want a baby sister. I keep saying that and mommy says no.
But then when we saw your van this afternoon, mommy said you
could give me a baby sister."

Jim furrowed his brow. Did her mother expect Jim to mate with
*her*? He had signed up to love little girls, not their mothers.

"And how would I do that?"

"Well, you have to take your pants off and let me see your thing
-- your penis. And then -- maybe you'd stick it in me down
there?" She pointed with her finger to the right spot. "I thought
it sounded gross, but then you put your face down there and gave
me that big, big, big happy. Could you do that with your penis so
I can get a sister? Please?"

"Oh, I could do that for you. But I'm afraid that would hurt you
a lot!"

"Mommy said before if I got my 'gina big you could stick your
penis in it. A tiny baby girl comes out your penis and if you
tucked her way up my 'gina, then I could bring her home and mommy
would fish her out and then she'd grow in her tummy."

Jim gulped, his penis reaching maximum hardness. Perhaps a few of
the details were wrong, but the basic plan was clear enough. He'd
read a study that girl lovers only fathered girls, and they were
usually kind and friendly and smart and pretty girls, so there
was some interest in them as sperm donors. The girl lovers were
no more enthusiastic than any other sperm donors, but the appeal
of Lola's mother's plan was unmistakable. It was, in fact, nearly
irresistible. If only...

"So, did you get your vagina big?"

Lola nodded. "I did that a lot this afternoon."

"And it's not too gross?"

"Not if I can get a baby sister!"

"And do you want to do this plan now?"

"Uh, yeah!"

Jim felt a touch dizzy and faint as he pulled his T-shirt off
over his head and then slowly pulled down his shorts and
underpants.

"I had to stretch it a lot. Mommy made me use a big carrot. She
must think you have a really big penis."

Lola stopped and stared when she saw it. "Oh," she said. "I guess
mommy was right!" She looked up at Jim with wide eyes.

"So, do you still want a baby sister?"

"Um, yeah! So how do you get that into me?"

"Oh, just lie back on the bed like you were... I come up on top
of you like this... And now I make like a carrot..." Lola held
herself open. "Lots of pressure now..."

The sight of his glans nuzzling between a 5-year-old's legs was
incredibly exciting, and the anticipation -- make that the
reality! -- of pressing it into her body, of having it received
without pain and without obstruction, was amazing. After two
orgasms, little Lola's privates were lubricated and in a
thoroughly sexy mood. But it was still a very snug fit.

"It's a lot warmer than a carrot!" said the little girl. "And
nicer!"

Jim smiled. Penis and vagina: a natural pair. With little strokes
Jim weaseled his way in deeper and deeper. Lola chatted excitedly
about how funny it felt. When he had worked himself in a
luxurious three inches, he paused and grinned.

"So did the girl come out yet?" asked Lola.

Jim shook his head. "To make the girl come out I have to go in
and out and in and out for a long time, and the same kind of
thing happens like when I'm playing with you and you get a big
happy happy."

"Oh!" she said. "So it's fun for you?"

The understatement of the century. Jim nodded and began
thrusting. He'd lied to her in one respect. He could have shot
the little baby girl out in seconds if he wanted to, but this
opportunity was so special, he knew he's want to make it last as
long as he could.

He pressed in firmly. Yes, there was no doubt about it. His penis
was buried in the tight, hot, slick channel of a 5-year-old girl,
and she wanted it. She wanted not only the intrusion, good and
deep, she wanted his culmination, his ejaculation, her ticket to
a baby sister. It was pretty close to his ultimate dream:
impregnating a little girl!

"Hey, it's feeling nice again," said Lola. "The in and out part
feels nice!"

Jim smiled and picked up his pace.

"And..." said Lola, starting to get lost in the pleasure, "Mommy
said you should put the baby girl as high up in me as you can, so
she doesn't fall out on the way home!"

Jim nearly shot his load at that comment, but instead began a
faster, more insistent rhythm. He no longer stopped when he felt
himself bump the end of the little girl's vagina, but he bumped
it a little harder. She didn't seem to mind, and soon he could
tell he had stretched her tunnel more and he was getting in
deeper. Lola sighed with pleasure and anticipation. Minutes went
by, and then he realized that he was in as far as he could go --
the limitation to the depth of his thrust was their pubic bones
crushing together. Her 5-year-old vagina was deep enough to take
his entire length.

Lola whimpered and shuddered, then looked up at him. "That was a
little half a happy."

Jim let himself go. Actual intercourse with a little girl had
been a forbidden dream for so long. Now all systems were go: She
could handle it physically, she wanted not just the loving
attention and her own pleasure, but the sex itself. The thrusting
was bringing her nothing but pleasure. She very much wanted him
to climax deep inside her body. And it was her mother's idea.

He began thrusting more insistently, attentive to signs of any
distress but seeing only her mounting excitement. His thrusts
were fast and deep, and as he abandoned himself to his own
instincts and pleasure, he realized this was called fucking. He
was fucking a 5-year-old girl, the sexiest creature imaginable.
She wanted to get fucked in every way, and her face told him that
the faster, deeper, and harder he fucked her, the better she
liked it.

He went into an animal frenzy, every level of his being aligned
to the act. The pleasure built, notch by ecstatic notch, and then
he reached the point of no return. His ducts and glands began
their job, but it was several delicious seconds later before the
pleasure filled and then overflowed every brain cell, while his
penis locked in deep and began spewing its load, pulse after
pulse. He was faintly aware of Lola's voice squeaking with
pleasure as she had another orgasm, and he took in once again the
sight of the 5-year-old laid out beneath him, their loins locked
together, his penis invisible as the entire thing was engulfed in
the depths of her body.

The pleasure gradually faded, his penis gradually softened, and
he slowly pulled away.

"That was the best ever!" said Lola, panting. "Did the baby come
out?"

Jim nodded.

Just then they heard a voice right outside the van.

"Lola?"

Jim wondered how long she'd been out there listening, but he
shrugged.

"You'd better get dressed and come on out before your sister
slips out."

"OK."

Jim helped her get dressed, presenting panties, T-shirt, and
jeans in the configuration needed.

Jim paused for one tender kiss with Lola, then released the door,
which slid open automatically. It was already dusk, and no one
else was in sight except the mother, a nondescript woman in every
respect.

"Oh, hi!" she said to him nervously, and added "Thanks!" but
turned her attention to Lola and shut the van door.

Jim lay back to treasure this moment. Instead of heading off,
Lola's mother led her behind the van, and Jim listened in to
their conversation.

"That's right, squat down over the bowl. Good girl... Now I'll
reach in to get the baby girl out."

"It felt really good, mommy. Why did it feel so good to get a
baby?"

"Don't mind that now... That doesn't hurt, I hope?"

"No. It felt so good and it wasn't gross, either!"

"Wow, that's an awful lot of stuff, and I can tell there's more
up there."

"Where's my sister?"

"Oh, don't worry about that, honey. She's so small you can't see
her."

"Oh."

He heard the mother murmur, "So much... I wonder if Kate and Liz
would want some of the leftover, if this takes..." He heard the
sound of a plastic lid closing.

"Mommy, I really have to pee."

"We'll be home soon."

"But I have to pee, and I'm already squatted and everything."

"Well, OK," said her mother, and Jim heard faintly the whoosh of
Lola's relief and it made him smile. Little girls shouldn't have
to hold it when they really had to go.

He lay back with a big smile and saw before his eyes the words
painted on his pink van:  "Love for girls -- free!"

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