Author: Sterling
Title: Minimum Wage Job: Phallic Intrusion Specialist
Summary: To my great surprise, the way to get the job was to say
you could fuck young girls and come in their little pussies. They
have a medical condition, and the only effective treatment is
getting fucked. Their pussies are hot and wet and they are mostly
polite and thankful. After working in a hospital and a school, I
got into a private position with a pair of lesbian lovers whose
daughter needed treatment. Told with a humorous touch.
Keywords: Mg Mgg MF FF preg pedo lolita cons het cheat humor

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 12/11/2011.

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Minimum Wage Job: Phallic Intrusion Specialist


I was desperate. I'd been out of work for three years, the
unemployment had run out long ago, and I was scraping by,
borrowing money from distant relatives that I was afraid I'd
never be able to pay back. My wife Linda was on my case. She'd
gotten temporary jobs now and then, very part-time, but it was
nowhere near enough to keep us afloat.

So I replied to an ad titled, "Personal care assistant". I
applied to just about anything unless the skills were obviously
out of line. "10 years of experience in SQL, C++, Cobol,
supervision of offshore drilling operations, fluency in Swahili
and Tagalog plus an M.B.A. from an Ivy League school." I saw ads
like that, and I knew not to bother applying. But I could do
personal care, I figured, though I never had.

I dressed for the interview in my best suit, which was getting a
little ratty by now, what with all the interviews I'd been on.

"Hi, I'm Mrs. Tight. You must be Dick Longwood?"

"Yes, ma'am. That's me. Pleased to meet you."

She brought me into a small room and shut the door. There was a
single desk against the wall, and two chairs facing it. A large
screen was hooked up to a desktop computer.

"I won't pussyfoot around, Mr. Longwood. I'll start with the most
important question."

She pushed a few buttons and there appeared a picture of a girl
who was maybe eight years old, with a kind of average looking
face and a frown. But she was stark naked, leaning back on a
couch, with her legs spread wide apart! You couldn't miss her
girly private parts right there in front of you, and in case you
were a total dolt, she was holding her lips open to reveal a
pussy hole.

"Do you find this picture arousing?"

My heart beat fast. I knew enough now not to just answer the
question truthfully. I needed to know the right answer. This
picture was illegal, right? Being attracted to little girls was
uncool, right? So the right answer was "No." But it was also the
answer just about everyone would give. And they always said that
to get a job you need to distinguish yourself from all the other
applicants. You need something to stand out.

"Yes," I answered definitely.

"I see," said Mrs. Tight in a suspicious tone.

The girl was a cutie. I mean, she'd have been hotter if she had
boobs and a big ass and everything, but a pussy is a pussy. It
was right there, and she was sure asking for it. And when a
pussy's asking for a cock, it's hard for the cock to say no.

I noticed Mrs. Tight glancing at my crotch. And man, my body was
doing something to stand out! No one could miss the bulge.

Mrs. Tight had a sour expression on her face. Might as well get
ready to go, I thought. I hoped this wasn't one of the companies
where they made you listen to a presentation from HR about all
the benefits and everything even when everyone knew they'd never
hire you.

"Do you think you could fuck that pussy?" she asked. "Get a full
hard-on and shove it up her cunt?"

I gulped. "Um, wouldn't that be like, totally, way, super
illegal?"

"You're not answering the question," she said in a steely tone.

What was the right answer? No... What was the answer that would
make me stand out? She couldn't want someone who would say it was
arousing and then say he couldn't possibly fuck the girl, would
she? Was it possible? And she'd used some pretty crude language.
I had to make a quick decision.

"Yes! Yes I could." The girl's thighs were smooth, her skin
glowing with health. Hell, might as well complete the impression.
Trying not to be too obvious, but knowing she would see, I
grabbed the front of my suit pants and adjusted my cock so it
could stand straight up. She might as well see how erect it was.

She gave me a little sick smile. "Well, pervert," she said,
"You're the kind of guy we're looking for." There were a few more
questions, but all pretty straightforward.

"The job pays minimum wage, it's hourly, and there aren't any
benefits."

Shit! I'd been hoping for better than that. But a job is a job.

"When can you start?"

"Um, tomorrow?"

"That would be acceptable. But could you start right now? We
could pay you from 9am."

It was 11:30. A couple extra hours' pay... nothing to sneeze at.

"Sure!"

She handed me a small packet of forms to fill out. I can read and
write, but it's not so easy for me, so I had to concentrate on
the forms.

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The interview had been held in one wing of some giant medical
complex, and now Mrs. Tight walked me down some corridors. The
corridors were long enough that she had time to give me my
on-the-job training as we walked.

"There are a whole bunch of girls in this world with a severe
form of ADHD -- attention deficit and hyperactivity disorder." I
didn't catch the whole gobbledy-gook name at the time -- I'm
looking it up now. "There's only one effective treatment. They
need a man's cock up in their cunts, and then they calm down for
a few hours. So they can study."

"Huh! Sounds weird."

"Yes, it is an unusual discovery."

"And, um, isn't it illegal?"

"We have a special arrangement. It's approved therapy, so it's
not illegal."

Our walk took us to the nurse's station in a hospital unit.

"Mary, this is the new pervert." To me, she said, "What's your
name again?"

"Dick."

"Glad you could join us, Dick," said the hefty little woman. "We
sure could use some help with Alison." And the three of us walked
to her room.

Alison was a skinny blond girl, about 8 years old, wearing a
simple blue dress. As we came into the room, she was literally
bouncing up and down on the bed. When she saw me, she immediately
moved back in the corner, standing on the bed but nestled back as
far as she could go.

"I don't want to calm down! I'm happy this way!" she said.

"Oh, Alison, you always say that!" said Mary.

"I mean it! I don't want to calm down!" She wiggled against the
wall.

"Come on, girl," she said.

Mrs. Tight told me, "You strip from the waist down and see if you
can get it up. We'll corral this girl's pussy for you."

"No!" said Alison, but Mary and Mrs. Tight moved in on her.

"Come on, Alison, you know how it goes. You'll thank us."

"No, I won't!" she said.

Watching two gray-haired ladies manhandling a skinny girl wasn't
what I usually thought of as foreplay, and my cock wasn't hard
right away. But I stroked it. This was my job, apparently, and
I'd better do a good one.

"Let me go!" moaned Alison, whom the women had managed to get
roughly horizontal. Now they turned her onto her back and pinned
her down.

"Alison's pussy is all yours for the taking, Mr. Longwood. All
you've got to do is get in there and give her cunt a good
fucking."

"Won't it hurt her?" I asked.

"Nah," said Mrs. Tight. "She's been fucked plenty before, and one
of the hallmarks of this form of ADHD is a hot and wet pussy.
She's ready for you."

It sounded pretty good. Alison by now was on her back, blue dress
scrunched up around her waist as Mary held her left arm and leg,
Mrs. Tight her right. The girl had no panties on.

"I want to get up and bounce around!" said Alison.

"Remember how good it feels to get the guy's cock deep inside?
How calming it is?"

"No! I want to bounce around."

By now my cock was hard.

"Very nice, very nice!" murmured Mary, admiring my meat, which is
pretty long and thick, one of my better features.

"I just, like dive in?" I said.

"That's your job, yep," said Mrs. Tight. "Should I show you where
her little girlcunt is?" she added sarcastically while I
continued to hesitate.

"No, no, that will be just fine," I said, moving in.

So while Alison gave me a dirty look and sighed, I mounted the
little thing, centered my cock and pushed.

"Hey, Ow!" said Alison.

I stopped. "Don't stop, just let her have it," said Mrs. Tight.

Mary said, "Poor Alison, you've never had such a big cock before.
Just take it."

"It's super-big!" she said with wide eyes as I was in halfway.

"You've got to shove your cock in all the way, Dick," said Mrs.
Tight. "It's got to be deep."

"What about coming?" I grunted.

"No, you don't need to come. Better if you don't, actually."

"Why?"

"Because there are more girls to fuck, and you wimpy guys get all
limp after you come."

"OK," I said, working my cock deep. The girl was tight, but she
opened up for me. It felt fantastic. I fucked in and out,
pressing a little deeper each time.

"Now, doesn't that feel better, Alison? Remember that feeling?"

"Yeah, I remember," sighed the girl.

Mary and Mrs. Tight let go of her, and she now lay calmly for the
first time.

"Dick, when you're in deep, push a little more. It works best
when she really feels stuffed to the hilt."

I did as asked. It would feel fantastic to come up her pussy. But
I really needed the job, and they said I shouldn't.

Alison shut her eyes for a minute, then opened them again. "OK,"
she sighed. "Thank you for the fucking, Mr. --". Turning to Mrs.
Tight, she said, "What's his name?"

"Um..." said Mrs. Tight.

"Longwood. Dick Longwood," I grunted, holding my bulging prick in
deep.

"You should fuck her a little more too, Dick," said Mrs. Tight.
"You know, in and out. Alison thinks she's ready, but more deep,
hard fucks make it last longer."

"OK," said Alison after a minute of deep thrusts. She smiled at
me. "It feels nice."

"All right, Mr. Longwood, that's enough," said Mrs. Tight.

I wanted to pound that pussy and cream her -- but the boss is the
boss.

I pulled out, my cock slick and stiff.

"Now, are you ready to work on your homework, Alison?" asked
Mary.

"OK," said Alison, stealing one last look at my cock.

I started to get dressed. "Getting dressed is OK for now," said
Mrs. Tight. "Though I don't know how you're going to get that
thing back in your pants. We'll get you a robe you can wear
between rooms."

"Melissa could really use a shafting," said Mary, and I was off
to my next assignment, following the two women.

Melissa sat on the bed in her room, leg shaking up and down, head
from side to side. She was maybe 10, with the sweetest face and
short brown hair.

"Hi, honey!" called out Mary in her cheerful nurse voice. "See
what we've got for you."

Melissa gave me a quick smile and rose, unbuttoning her gray
pants and pulling them partway down. She then looked up and off
to the side and just stopped.

"You were pulling your pants down so Mr. Longwood could get his
cock into you and calm you down, right?" said Mrs. Tight.

Melissa looked back over her shoulder at my cock, which I had
unlimbered. Then she smiled and finished pulling down the pants
and stepping out of them. But as she looked down, it seemed like
she forgot again what she was doing and why.

"Panties too, dear," sang Mary, helping tug them down. "Now get
on the bed, on your hand and knees. You be like a horsey and Mr.
Longwood will ride you."

Melissa smiled and assumed the position of a horse. I hadn't
thought of what I was about to do as "riding", but whatever
worked was OK with me.

I slid up behind her and opened her silky smooth pussy lips,
touched my knob into the little depression of her outer vulva,
and pushed.

"Ooooh!" said Melissa in surprise, looking over her shoulder,
half pulling away from me. But I had her hips in my hands, and
she wasn't going anywhere unless I let her.

"Yeah, it's a big one," said Mary. "but you're doing great!"

To me she said, "Be sure to get it in all the way."

I worked my cock in deep, little by little.

"Now isn't that better, dear?" said Mary.

I started a slow in-and-out motion, but made sure she was filled
to the hilt at my deepest penetration each time.

"Better, yeah, better," said Melissa.

The two women watched me fuck the girl slowly for a minute.

"I think I'm better," said Melissa, then added with a smile back
over her shoulder, "But you can keep doing that as long as you
like, sir. Thanks for helping me."

"No need to thank him; he's just doing his job," said Mrs. Tight.
"and Mr. Longwood here has other girls to attend to."

With such sweet encouragement from the girl, I was tempted to
hump and thrust a little harder and splat her innards with my
cum. But I was at work, and the boss had spoken.

I pulled out.

Melissa turned around quickly and took my penis in her hands.
"Thank you," she said, planting a quick kiss on my bulging purple
knob. Looking up at my face, she said, "Thank you, too!" with a
giggle.

"Come on, Mr. Longwood, there's more work to be done," said Mrs.
Tight, shaking her head at Melissa.

I started to pull my briefs back up, but she said, "Oh, forget
that. I'm getting tired just watching you pull them up and down,
up and down."

So I started out into the hall, naked from the waist down,
holding my dick in my hand to keep it from bouncing back and
forth too painfully.

Out in the hall a lovely blond candy striper looked at it and
grinned. "Oh, wow!" she said. "Whoa!"

"He's working, miss, keep your horny little thoughts to
yourself," said Mrs. Tight. "He's got patients to fuck, and no
time for sluts like you."

"I am not a slut!" said the cute young thing indignantly.

It really would be tempting to push her gently up against the
wall. I just knew that if I stuck my cock between her legs and
pushed in the right direction, she'd find some way with panties,
angles and all to get it inside her. And creaming her innards
would be very satisfying.

I looked back over my shoulder and gave her a smile and a wink.

She smiled too.

"I think I can leave you two to it," said Mrs. Tight to me and
Mary. "Your shift ends at 3:30, but if you lose your hard-on,
it's up to you to stay until you can do all the little girls,
OK?"

"OK, Mrs. Tight, ma'am, I'll see that they all get done."

It was on to the next room with Mary. "Oh, thank God," said a
girl sitting at her desk, her head hanging. She was a blond
bombshell -- for an eleven-year-old -- and within seconds she'd
flopped back onto her bed, panties around her ankles and legs
spread wide. She held her lips open and looked up at me with a
quiet, "Please?"

It pleased me very much to wedge myself up to the hilt into the
girl.

"Whoa," she said, grinning at me. "You've got a big one!"

"Thanks," I said, pumping away.

"Oh, that's better," she said. "I can think better already now."

"Oh, you need more than that!" said Mary.

"I know, I know!" said the girl. "I'm just being thankful. I
should be thankful, right?"

"Yes, dear," said Mary.

"What's your name?" the girl asked.

"Mr. Longwood," I said, puffing away. "And yours?"

"Sarah," she said. "Silly Sarah who can't think right unless she
gets fucked a lot."

She must have seen me looking hungrily at her adolescent breasts.
"You can kiss me down there, if you want," she said.

"Oh, um," I said, looking over at Mary.

"It's OK if you both want," said the nurse, smiling. "Mrs. Tight
is all about doing things by the book. But I know you're not just
a machine."

I didn't need more encouragement. I dove down with my head and
energetically licked her right breast as I humped my cock into
the girl's pussy down below.

Sarah giggled. "That feels nice," she said, patting my back.

I switched from licking to sucking.

"Oooo!" said Sarah. I felt her pussy squeezing my cock.

It felt so fantastic it was tempting to just shove and come in
the dear girl, but I needed this job! I thought about ice cubes.

"Um," I said lifting my lips from Sarah's breast and stopping the
fucking motion.

"If you're going to stop, be sure to ram it in all the way
first," said Mary.

"Oh, OK," I said, and probed deep into Sarah, mushing my cock tip
against the back wall of her vagina. That by itself made me have
a few pre-orgasmic twitches, but I thought about those ice cubes
again and calmed myself.

"Mmmm," said Sarah.

"Um, how many more girls do I have to do?" I asked.

"Um, just six more," she said, "though we on the staff would all
love it if you could get to Alison a second time. It will make
the evening much more pleasant."

"Are they all as gorgeous as Sarah?" I asked.

Sarah smiled and blushed.

"Um, they're mostly littler girls from now on. But there is
Vicky."

The danger of unintended orgasm gone, I went back to a slow, deep
fuck, back and forth in Sarah's silky cunt.

"And are you going to stay with me the whole time?"

"Absolutely. Regulations are very strict on that point. A staff
member has to accompany a girl fucker at every session to make
sure he doesn't engage in any inappropriate behavior with the
girls."

Rats! I really wanted to come in this girl in the worst way, and
I was going to have a babysitter the whole time. A chaperone,
maybe, though that didn't seem like quite the right word. But
sometimes another way to what you want is to just ask.

"So," I said, my cock aching with pleasure, "What if I couldn't
help myself and had a kind of accident here with Sarah?"

Mary suppressed a smile. "That's fine -- as long as you can do it
with the next six girls."

"And do I get like demerits if that happens?"

"If you can't finish out your caseload? Yes, certainly. You could
lose your job very quickly if you can't get through your
caseload."

"I didn't mean that -- I mean, if I like lost my cool here but
could get it up for the others too."

"No, that's fine, honey. You're only the third guy who's been
able to do the job at all. The last guy got kind of distant and
the girls didn't like it so much, and then he started having
performance problems and left. He never came, and I think maybe
it wasn't good for doing the job. Whatever the regulations say,
we all know it's not natural for a guy to fuck too many girls in
a row without, you know, getting some relief." She patted my
shoulder.

Sarah interrupted. "The way you fill me up feels like really
*nice*!"

"Good," I said, smiling down at her.

I dove down and sucked on her other breast.

"Mmmm, Mr. Longwood, this is the best therapy ever!" she said
sweetly.

There was hunger in her eyes when I rose again. I really liked to
leave a woman happy, so I managed to take all my weight on my
left hand and slid my right down to the junction of man body and
girl body. I eased my fingers gently around her soft, wet skin
where it hugged my probing shaft.

"Oooo, what's that, Mr. Longwood? That feels *good*!"

"Mary, ma'am, is it OK to try to satisfy the girls?"

"Oh, I don't think anyone's ever tried to do that," she said.
"They're young girls without the necessary maturity. Though I
must say Sarah here is acting, well, like it's possible."

"Mmmmmm!" said Sarah urgently.

"But if I did, it's not against the rules?"

"There's nothing about it in the rules..." she said. "I can't
think there'd be anything wrong with orgasm as a side effect of
treatment, but I bet it won't happen," said Mary, smiling.

I began a rhythmic motion with my fingers right over her clit
area.

"Oh, Mr. Longwood!" gasped Sarah.

I pumped my shaft in and out vigorously while fluttering my
fingers over the top side of the girl's soft tissues. Her clit
was in there somewhere, but sometimes women found it too much to
touch it directly. I figured it would be the same with young
girls like Sarah. A little subtlety and they loved it.

"Oh, Mr. Longwood!" she called urgently. "Oh, that's so
fantastic!"

I paused to adjust my weight slightly.

"Oh, don't stop! Please!" she said.

Grinning, I set back to fucking and finger-fluttering.

"Unnh, unnh, unnnh," I growled.

Sarah stared into my eyes with lust. "Oh, yes, yes, it feels
great, oh, AAAHHHHHHHHH!" she gasped as I plunged away.

Mary shifted in her seat, wiggling her rear end a little.

After a bit Sarah squirmed a little, which I took as a signal
that she'd had enough with my fingers. I was already on the edge,
and now I pressed her legs wide apart with my palms on her inner
thighs and went into a frantic deep stabbing motion, pleasure
building exquisitely.

"Oh, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah!" I called urgently, before ecstasy
overwhelmed me and I felt my cock pulsing sperm up into my
beautiful little patient, over and over again.

I pulled out as I started to soften.

"I hope I'm OK," said Sarah, sounding a little worried.

"What's wrong, honey?" asked Mary.

"I've never felt like that before. I hope it doesn't mean I'm
going to get all nervous and bouncing around again."

"Oh, what is it, honey?" asked Mary with concern.

"It just felt like fantastic, and my cunt was like pulsing. Is
that OK?"

"That's just fine," said Mary. "That's called an orgasm. That's
sort of how the men feel when they lose control and mess your
pussy with their goop, like Mr. Longwood just did."

"Oh, really?" said Sarah with excitement. "Well, if it feels that
good they ought to do it more often!"

Mary looked at her watch, and I started to slide out.

"Thank you, Mr. Longwood," said the girl, who then reached out to
crush me down onto her chest, kissing my cheeks.

As I rested in afterglow, in the embrace of an ecstatic nubile
young thing, I thought maybe this job would be pretty good after
all.

After a few minutes, I felt my cock getting hard again, and so
did Sarah.

"Oh, can you do it again?" she asked.

"Don't get greedy, now," said Mary. "Mr. Longwood was very nice
to you, and you shouldn't expect that all the time. Hardly ever,
in fact."

"Oh, OK," said Sarah. "It was awfully nice."

"How's your concentration?" asked Mary.

"I'm not sure," said Sarah dreamily.

"Well, orgasm can get in the way of concentration for a few
minutes, but it should let you concentrate even better after
that."

"Bye, Sarah," I said, and on impulse reached down to kiss her on
the lips.

She eagerly kissed me back.

"Now, now," said Mary. "There are lots more cunts that need
fucking."

So I went to the other rooms. The youngest girl was about five,
but most were seven or eight. And I fucked them all, one after
the other, holding my cock deep in their pussies. Most of them
gasped and yelped when they felt how big my cock was, but they
soon smiled and commented on it, and it seemed to help them calm
down even more than they were expecting. When I got back to
Alison, she was quite gracious about lying back on the bed and
exposing her bare pussy, pushing it up so I could get at it
easily, helping me press my cock snugly against the back of her
cunt so she could keep thinking straight.

Given Mary's description, I naturally saved Vicky for last. She
was dark where Sarah was light, but she was just as appealing.
She was thankful for the treatment -- I could just see the
clarity come into these girls' faces after I'd been pumping up to
the hilt for a minute or so. But Vicky didn't react sexually to
my tentative caresses, so I just concentrated on my own pleasure.
The intervening five tight, wet vaginas had gotten me very ready
to spurt again, and after five minutes of fucking Vicky in a
standard missionary position I surged her full of sperm too.

Mary said I'd done a fine job and was looking forward to seeing
me the next day. She also added that I was responsible for buying
my own Viagra, if I decided I needed any. I figured I'd get some
just in case, but I sort of doubted I'd need it.

At the start of the day I'd have said little girls didn't
interest me at all, but it hadn't taken much to change my mind.
Finding they needed it and that it was not only legal but part of
my job -- that helped a lot. Finding their pussies were all hot,
wet and big enough made it seem natural. It helped that with a
couple exceptions like Alison the first time they all wanted the
treatment. Every single one thanked me after they got it. The
challenge wasn't getting it up for the girls, it was holding back
from coming inside of every single luscious little body. As long
as I didn't ejaculate into too many of the little dears in a
single day, I thought I'd do just fine.

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"Where have you been?" asked my wife Linda with suspicion. "You
had that job interview, but then what? Did you go to the bar?"

"No, dear," I said. "Um, I've got great news. I got the job!"

"Oh, that's very nice! Great! What does it pay?"

"Oh, well, that's the bad part. It's just minimum wage."

"Oh, shit. What about benefits?"

"None, I'm afraid."

"Damn!"

"Well, it's all I've been able to get."

"I know, I know... So when do you start?"

"They asked if I could start right away, and I said sure, so I
worked all afternoon."

"What's the job doing?"

I'd thought about how to answer that question already. "I'm a
personal care assistant at the hospital. Giving a sort of
physical therapy to the patients. But it's a new, secret therapy,
and I'm not supposed to talk about it."

"Oh. But you can tell me, right?"

"No, they really made me promise."

"But I'm your wife!"

I didn't answer. I'd taken my position, and I was sticking to it.

"How is it for you? Is it physically difficult? Challenging?
Rewarding?"

"Well, it does involve some effort, but it's not bad. And the
patients are grateful."

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After a couple weeks, Mrs. Tight told me there was a
reorganization. The treatment was effective enough that they were
opening a facility in a separate building. They were moving to a
day program, and this one was set up to be like a school. They
had a dozen kids in a room with desks. There were two teachers
who moved among the dozen girls providing individualized
instruction. What made it different from the normal classroom was
that there were also three or four beds and one naked man with a
big, stiff cock who moved among the girls, providing fucking as
needed.

"Oh, Mr. Longwood!" squealed three of my favorite little dears
from the hospital ward on the first day when I made my
appearance.

The teacher Mrs. Black clapped her hands three times. "Class,
some of you know this already, but listen anyway. You know you
all can't think so well, right? This is Mr. Longwood. He's going
to help you concentrate by fucking your cunny holes with his big,
stiff cock. He'll get it into each of you first thing in the
morning, and then repeat as needed during the day. Sarah, I
understand you've met him before and received the treatment.
Would you be willing to demonstrate?"

Sarah nodded eagerly and lay down on the bed.

I stripped off all my clothing. My manhood was rapidly stiffening
as I thought about my dear little cutie whose pussy I would fill
once more.

"Look at his thingie!" chortled a little 6-year-old.

"Oh, wow!" "Cool!" "Ewww!" were some other reactions.

"Should we take our clothes off, too?" asked a girl.

"No, class, you should keep your clothes on except what Mr.
Longwood asks you to remove when he fucks you. Part of staying
safe as a little girl is keeping your clothes on and not exposing
yourself to give bad men nasty ideas."

"But he's naked! Why is it different?"

"Well, he has to be naked down below so his cock can stick out
and then stick into you to do you all properly."

"He could just stick it through his fly," said one girl.

"He could," said the teacher, muttering as an aside, "It's
certainly long enough," before continuing. "But the cloth and
zipper could be uncomfortable on your tender little girl parts."

The girls looked on, transfixed.

"So now, watch as Mr. Longwood provides treatment to Sarah."

Sarah's dress was a gray checkerboard pattern, and she had on
white tights. She and I beamed at each other as I moved into
position above her on the bed. She spread her legs wide and
hitched her dress up to just above her hips. Her tights were
actually stockings, ending high up on her thighs.

"She doesn't have any panties on!" squealed one girl.

"No, she doesn't. And we'll let Mr. Longwood decide whether you
wear any either here at school."

"We have to wear what he says?" asked a 9-year-old.

"Yes," said the teacher.

"Why?"

"I'll tell you later. But first see what Sarah and Mr. Longwood
are doing."

Sarah reached her face up to kiss me.

"No, honey," I whispered. "We're just doing it the normal way
now."

"Oh, OK," she said with a little pout.

I reached down to the smooth set of little girl lips I had grown
to like so much.

"Notice how he's spreading her little twat lips apart so his cock
can get at her... And now he's sticking the tip of his cock right
at the little hole... And now he's pushing inside."

"Ewww!" said a few girls. "That's gross!"

"Now, now, girls!" said the teacher. "It may seem unusual right
now, but you'll get used to it."

"How does it feel, Sarah?"

"It feels absolutely wonderful!" beamed the girl I was copulating
with.

"Now notice his cock is almost entirely inside of Sarah. Tell us
when you feel completely full, dear."

Everyone waited while I worked myself in farther and farther.

"There!" said the girl with relief. "That's it."

"And now how do you feel otherwise?"

"I think I could concentrate on schoolwork now," she said.

To me, she whispered, "You're not going to junk me up?"

"Not now, Sarah, we're just demonstrating, OK?"

She nodded.

After twenty slow, deep strokes, I pulled out.

"There, class, that's what a treatment is like."

"Why's it all wet and shiny?" asked a girl.

"That's because Sarah's cunt is wet and slippery, to let Mr.
Longwood's dick slide in easily. Your cunts are all wet too,
inside."

A couple hands went down to crotches, though they were all
covered with clothing.

"Now, Sarah's going to go start studying, right?"

Sarah got up without much enthusiasm and after straightening her
dress she went to her desk and sat down.

"Now, your mommies have all prepared you for this, right? Stuck
those little things in your pussies that got expanded and made
your cunnies bigger?"

Several girls nodded.

"And then there were plastic cocks that you shoved in and out?"

"Yeah, but none of them were as big as *that*!" said one girl,
pointing at my twitching organ.

"True. Your little pussies may get stretched out a little more
the first couple times he fucks you... So, Mr. Longwood, who are
you going to treat next?"

I picked Cathy, a 5-year-old who I knew well. "Hands and knees,
OK?" I said.

Cathy grinned and got on the bed in a doggy position.

"They're gonna do it like *that*!" squealed a girl.

Cathy had thick white socks that went partway up her calves, but
above that her legs were bare. When I flipped up her white dress,
she had no panties on either.

"Is he doing her poop hole?" asked a girl with horror.

"No," I answered. "Just her pussy from the back side."

I nuzzled my tip against her wet lips and pressed. The small
girl's pussy expanded to take in my organ as it had so many times
before. I pressed in, wedging my 'thingie' deeper and deeper into
her body.

"Mmmmm, thank you, Mr. Longwood!" said young Cathy.

Soon I bottomed out and held myself deep, then began a slow fuck.

"See how Cathy's face looks relaxed, class? How do you feel,
Cathy?"

"I feel great," said the little girl softly.

"You think you can concentrate on school yet?"

"Almost," said the little girl. I knew she liked getting fucked
better than studying, and I loved fucking her little cunt, so I
didn't mind a little extra.

But after a minute I said, "You're done, sweetie," ruffling her
hair as I pressed in extra hard, then withdrew.

"Now," said Mrs. Black, rubbing her hands together. "How many of
you have never had a cock up your pussy before?"

Four girls timidly raised their hands.

"What's your name?" she said to the oldest, perhaps 9 years old.

"Martha."

"So, do you want to get fucked my Mr. Longwood's big cock?"

The girl eyed it and shook her head.

"But you want to be able to study, right? Learn like the other
kids?"

The girl nodded.

"And the way to do that is let Mr. Longwood stick that big thing
deep up between your legs, right?"

The girl nodded reluctantly.

"Very well, then. What position would you like to fuck Martha in,
Mr. Longwood?"

The girl was wearing a purple skirt and a fresh frilly white
blouse on top, neatly pressed.

"Just lie back, dear, and flip your skirt up," I said.

She did, revealing white panties with red trim and little red
hearts.

"Now pull those down and take them off," I said.

"Do I have to?" whined the girl to Mrs. Black.

"Yes, dear."

"But they're my privates up there!" she said.

"Of course, dear, they are. But you want to share them with Mr.
Longwood, right? You keep them private all the rest of the time,
but when you want to share them you can. And since you want to be
able to think straight to learn, you're going to share them with
Mr. Longwood and his big penis, right?"

"OK," said Martha reluctantly.

My organ twitched to full hardness as I beheld the young virgin
below me. I moved my hands up and down the inside of her thighs,
spreading them apart. I looked into her eyes, and on an impulse
reached down and kissed her left cheek, then her right, which got
a small smile out of her. Then I moved in, lowering myself, cock
tip poised at her girly space. I pressed, and felt her body yield
inward and I felt her hot wetness on my tip. But my cock didn't
go in. I pressed a little harder.

"Ow!" whined Martha.

"Sorry, honey, but it's going to hurt a little the first time,"
said Mrs. Black. Martha was basically stretched, just not quite
big enough for my cock.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" she whined as I forced my cock in. I was being as
gentle as I could, but I'd learned that I couldn't wait for it to
stop hurting; it would hurt a little anyway. I just had to press
inward and get it over with. Of course I didn't want to hurt the
girl, but secretly I was thrilled to be taking another virgin.

Finally my tip lodged firmly against the deep end of her vagina,
and I held it in position. I withdrew a little before lodging it
firmly again.

"Why do we have to wear what he says?" asked a girl.

"Because Mr. Longwood's cock gets hard by a sort of magic. It
gets hard when his body thinks you little girls are sexy, and his
body decides what's sexy."

"Oh."

"I think you're done, Martha," I said. "Do you feel calmer?"

The girl nodded and smiled.

"I'm sorry it hurt," I said, withdrawing my organ.

"It's OK," said the girl. "I know you were just helping me."

She headed off to her desk.

"So is he going to stick it in you too, Mrs. Black?"

The woman smoothly replied, "I don't have the condition you have
that requires the treatment, but it's only fair. If Mr. Longwood
would like to press his cock into my cunt, I'd be happy to let
him."

Mrs. Black was an attractive woman of age 30 or so. This wasn't
part of my job description, but was I going to object? Hell no!

"OK," I said nonchalantly.

"So how would you like to take me, Mr. Longwood?"

"Missionary position would do just fine, Mrs. Black."

The woman lay back and lifted her blue dress. She wore black
tights.

"Just pull them down a little," I said. "Panties too, of course."

Mrs. Black did as I said. "See, class, Mr. Longwood wanted me to
just pull my tights and panties down a little, so I'm doing
that."

The woman had a nice little thicket of brownish pubic hair. I
fondled it.

I explored down between her legs and found she was quite wet.

"Not much foreplay needed, I see?" I asked her quietly.

She lifted her head to whisper, "Are you kidding? Seeing you do
those girls made me so hot! I'm so glad Kate asked if you'd do it
to me."

I nuzzled my tip into her hairy crotch, finding the part that was
not at all hairy and pressing into its hot wetness. She was a
little looser than the girls, but still very alluring.

"I've never done it with anyone watching before," she whispered.

I quickly got my cock in to the hilt and began a vigorous fuck.

"See, class, I'm letting him do it to me too," said the teacher.

I decided to zoom in with my free hand and wriggle in the folds
of flesh above her clit.

She gasped and closed her eyes, then whispered to me, "That's all
we need to do. You could ... pull out any time."

"Do you want me to?" I whispered back. I was banging this woman
for all I was worth.

"Um... we probably should stop..." Her gasps and moans were
intense. Then she opened her eyes and looked at a half dozen
girls staring at her. "They're all watching us!" she whispered
with a smile, and then tensed up, taking strangled breaths, her
face intent with concentration. I felt her pussy squeeze me. It
would have been tempting to come -- my cock wanted to cum in
every pussy it weaseled its way into -- but I was on the job, and
there were many more little pussies to fuck. I pulled out.

"Is she OK?" one girl asked Mrs. Ball, the other teacher.

"Oh, she's just fine. Just fine indeed," she smirked.

"Why did she look like that?"

"A special way... of feeling good..." panted Mrs. Black.

Sarah had taken notice. "Oh, an orgasm? Did you have an orgasm,
Mrs. Black?" she asked.

"Um, yes. How do you know about that?"

"Oh, most times when Mr. Longwood fucks me I have an orgasm,
really quick. He said not to today, but I'm hoping he'll give me
one later."

Mrs. Black looked at me with a curious smile.

I shrugged. "The nurse said that while it might make her
concentration worse for a couple minutes, it would be even better
after that."

There were more girls to fuck, including a few more virgins. Most
of the girls were dressed in frilly, feminine dresses or skirts,
but in a couple cases the parents hadn't gotten the word. But
after a bunch of dresses, a pair of blue jeans sliding down
followed by ordinary white panties is pretty alluring too.

They all got stretched by my large organ. Two of the virgins
cried a little, the majority winced at taking such a big cock for
the first time, and it didn't seem to affect the others at all.

When I had done them all, there was a class full of little girls,
sitting primly in their seats doing homework. My cock subsided a
bit. They say if you keep an erection too long it can hurt you,
so I was glad to give my means of livelihood a rest.

"Oh, that's excellent!" said Mrs. Black, looking over Martha's
shoulder at her math homework.

"I can't concentrate so well any more," said Cathy forlornly.

"Oh, really?" said Mrs. Black.

The treatment is supposed to be effective for four hours, and it
hadn't even been an hour and a half since I had stuffed little
Cathy to the hilt.

"Well, I think you should try a little harder," said Mrs. Black.

"Can't I get another treatment from Mr. Longwood?" she asked.

"Not yet."

Cathy stole a glance over at me, and I nodded at her.

Ten minutes later she whined again, and again five minutes after
that, but the teacher kept refusing her request.

"I could just kneel on my chair and stick my hiney up in the air,
so he could treat me while I work!" said the ingenious little
nymph.

Mrs. Black sighed and looked at me.

I nodded at her and approached young Cathy, my cock pulsing to
upright.

It was an awkward angle, what with her knees together and calves
splayed out to the sides. But men are built to find a way to fuck
cunts despite obstacles, and by leaning over the back of her
chair I found I could get into position. I lifted her white dress
up over her cute little rear end and zoomed in on the little
girl's wet and ready cunt.

A couple girls saw what was going on and looked up from their
lessons.

"Now, class!" said Mrs. Black sternly. "What's going on with
Cathy is none of your business -- just keep working." However,
her admonition drew all the girls' attention to the strange sight
of the girl kneeling on her chair and the man leaning over the
top probing into her pussy from behind. They pretended to work
when the teachers looked at them, but they kept sneaking glances.

All of these little pussies were teasing me -- or that's the way
it felt. But I didn't want to pull out any more. I'd been good so
far, but a guy really wants to come sometimes. So once I'd
stuffed Cathy, I plowed in and out with more urgency than usual.
I knew I would be spasming her full of sperm soon. I tried to be
discreet since all the other girls were supposed to be studying,
but I couldn't help tensing and gasping a little.

"Hey, he did his mess in me!" said little Cathy.

The other girls all tittered. "What kind of mess?" asked a girl.

"Oh, dear," said Mrs. Black, looking at me disapprovingly.

Cathy scrambled back to a sitting position, keeping her dress
scrunched around her waist, and opened her pussy wide. She
scooped a finger into her pussy and picked up a fingerful of the
goopy stuff. "See!" she said, holding it up.

The girls were just too curious, and despite the stern directions
of the teachers, they all got out of their seat and huddled
around.

"Is it pee?" asked one.

"No, it's something else nice and special," said Sarah. She
looked at me reproachfully, and I knew she'd been hoping I'd save
my load for her.

"Whaddya mean?"

"It's the stuff that makes babies."

"Huh?"

"When he does it to us, it's the same thing mommies and daddies
do to make babies."

"Now, Sarah, the class doesn't need to hear this," chided Mrs.
Black.

"But it's true!" continued the girl. "The reason he's got a
thingie and we've got holes to stick it in is so we could make
babies together. His magic stuff could make a girl pregnant."

"Are we gonna have babies?" asked a girl with concern.

"No, we're too little. But sometimes Mr. Longwood can't help it
and the baby stuff comes leaking out anyway."

The girls stared wide-eyed, several of them babbling.

"Now, class, back to work!" said Mrs. Black, raising her voice.

"Is it true?" one asked.

Mrs. Black didn't answer, but I gave her a quick nod. I cannot
tell a lie.

"I'm ready for Mr. Longwood to pretend to make a baby in me,"
said Martha.

"Now, Martha, you should say 'I feel ready for my next
treatment', OK? That's what the doctor has prescribed for you, a
treatment. Any ideas you have of other reasons for what Mr.
Longwood is doing aren't of any concern to us."

Some of the girls didn't want more treatments and tried to
concentrate for as long as they could; the teachers had to tell
them it was time to get their pussies stuffed again. Some just
took it up the cunt with curiosity, happy to get their
concentration back but not caring much for the actual fucking
part. And some, like Martha, joined Cathy and Sarah in really
liking it.

The days went by, and we developed our routines.

The teachers found that some of the girls were sissies and didn't
like getting fucked with everyone watching, so we put in a screen
around a bed. When it was time for one of these bashful dears to
get her treatment, she went behind the curtain. In theory one of
the teachers should have been in there at all times to make sure
I didn't engage in any inappropriate behavior, but in practice
they were busy actually helping the girls to do their homework.
Once they had supervised me doing the humpity-hump-hump with a
girl back there a couple times and the girl not finding it
distressing, they didn't bother any more.

Sarah said she was bashful. Freed from watching eyes, Sarah and I
went at each other hungrily. We kissed everywhere, and once my
cock was up her cunt and fucking away, she rolled me onto my back
and fucked me at her pace, but then I tussled her onto her back
so I could fuck her at my pace, and in between we stopped on our
sides so we could both press our loins at each other with
freedom. She learned to keep her orgasms quiet.

Other girls got treated behind the curtain, others on the beds in
plain view.

The class heard a shriek from behind the curtain.

"What was that?" asked a girl. "Who's back there?"

"Cathy."

"Is she OK?"

"It was just an orgasm," said Sarah.

"Really? You mean that sound meant she felt *good*?"

"Yeah, I think so," said Sarah.

Meanwhile Mrs. Black ducked quickly behind the curtain in time to
see me disengaging from the rear side of dear Cathy and laying
the girl on her side with chest heaving.

"Sorry," I said sheepishly. Mrs. Black looked at me sternly, but
couldn't suppress a smile.

"She comes taking it from the rear like that?" she whispered.

I pantomimed reaching around the girl's small butt and fingering
her clit.

Mrs. Black nodded and smirked, then shook her head and looked at
me crossly. Then she whispered, "Dick, I've taken to wearing
mini-pads to work, because I'm constantly leaking as I watch and
listen to you fucking these girls over and over again. It's not
right!"

"Oh, sorry," I said.

"If I appeared back here during a slow period, could you take me
like that? Quick before anyone notices?"

"Um, it's not exactly in the job description," I said.

"What, you don't want me?" she asked, pouting.

"No, no, it's not that," I said, giving her a reassuring leer and
patting her butt. "I've got to pace myself, though."

"Well, kissing those girls and humping them all ways till Sunday
and licking their little tits isn't exactly in the description
either!" she hissed.

"It might be hard not to come in you, you're so hot," I said,
trying to flatter her.

Mrs. Black smiled. "But you won't because you've got to save your
erection, right?"

"If I'm stiff I'll do you," I said. I knew it wouldn't be a chore
at all.

So after I'd had my way with four of the girls who needed
frequent refills and then rested ten minutes, Mrs. Black appeared
behind the curtain and knelt on the bed, flipping up her dress
and pulling down her panties, revealing the soaked panty liner
and her dripping twat.

I mounted her from behind, plunged to the hilt and began pounding
away. She came at once, holding her breath while she shuddered
and I felt her cunt squeeze around me. I hadn't come in a couple
hours, and this mature feminine urgency was too much for me. My
cock started spewing my male fluid up her cunt as I too held my
breath. Then I pulled out.

Mrs. Black pulled her panties up and rose. "Hey, did you come in
me?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"I didn't say you could do that!"

"You didn't tell me not to," I said. "That's often what happens
in a quickie, right?"

"Yeah, but -- oh, shit. I sure hope you didn't knock me up."
Looking to the side, she said, "My period ended a few days
ago..."

"Oh, sorry," I said, but I also felt a happy glow in my loins.

For my last girl of the day I chose Martha. She liked to ride me,
and by that time of the day a little time flat on my back was
welcome. She was a determined young lady and with a couple
minutes' effort she managed a little orgasm, which was sweet to
see.

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The school was very successful, and they opened a second
classroom and hired Peter.

I didn't want a guy watching me do it, but I gave him some tips
and pointers. But a guy rarely needs much advice on the fucking
part. Peter adored the little girls, or at least their sweet
little rear ends. His problem was that he adored them too much,
and half the time plastered their cunts with his sperm. Then he
was soft for an hour and couldn't fuck the other girls to keep
them calm and happy, so he was fired.

Willie did OK, but he complained that I worked too fast. He
suggested we ought to pace ourselves and refuse to do more than
six girls in a class, instead of twelve. That way we could also
ejaculate into the little dears more often because we'd have time
to rest, and then they'd have to hire more guys. He said he was
going to look into seeing if we could join a union. I said I'd
been out of work for a long time, had trouble finding anything
else, and wasn't going to make any waves.

Willie called in sick a lot. The school tried to fill the gap
with temps. When they couldn't find anyone they just managed the
girls as best they could as they bounced off the walls without
the required rhythm of deep, calming penile thrusts up into their
little abdomens.

But when they hadn't been able to get anyone for two days in a
row, they came to me apologetically.

"Could you at least do Sammie? She's driving us crazy!"

So I went over to the other room and for the first time fucked
little Sammie. She squawked and swore when I first wedged my tip
between her pussy lips, because I was a little bigger than the
other guys. But after the first time she adjusted.

Then they asked if I could take a look at poor little 5-year-old
Meghan. She was in her usual position when there was no one to
treat her, lying back on the bed, panties off and legs spread
wide. Her mind was going too fast, and her way of coping was to
just wait to be treated. It was a heart-rending sight, so I did
my best. I slid my cock into her, stretching her innards those
extra few millimeters to take my cock up to the hilt. She looked
at me with wide eyes at the extra pressure. However, when I had
rowed in and out for a good minute, nestling firmly against the
end of her cunt on each stroke, she relaxed and smiled. As I got
up, she got up too, and threw her arms around my neck and kissed
me on the cheek over and over. "I love you!" she said earnestly,
beaming at me.

Appreciation like that makes a guy's job all worthwhile.

So we limped along for a week with me treating the few most
serious cases in the other class. But the word got back to the
other parents through their daughters that the new guy Dick was
fucking their classmates but not them. They were very unhappy,
since the school wasn't delivering on what it had promised.

The administrators looked at me pleadingly, and I reluctantly
agreed to try to shaft all eleven of the little girls in that
class in addition to my own dozen.

Then Jasmine joined the other class. I gulped when I first caught
sight of her. She was chubby, loud, and just plain ugly. My cock
always wilted rapidly as I approached her. At first I explained
that it was a temporary problem, but after a couple days I had
made no progress on being able to fuck the little dear.

The staff was worried that they might get sued for discrimination
in providing medical care. Jasmine was black. The fact that I was
regularly fucking two other black girls to our mutual benefit
didn't prove we weren't discriminating. They tried to get Peter
to come back on a part-time basis as a consultant. While he did
succeed in fucking the chubby young thing, he soon got a
full-time job and quit. As feared, Jasmine's mother sued. The
lawyers said we would eventually prevail, but it was expensive.
It was so expensive that the Board realized they'd go broke at
this rate. So they sold the place to a for-profit health company.

The young men with their dollar-sign eyes observed our operation
for a while, and when they were done, there was good news and bad
news. The good news was that I got an 80-cent-per hour raise! The
bad news was that in line with my new job title as Intravaginal
Phallic Intrusion Specialist, I ought to give them a full day's
work. They had observed me hanging around resting and watching TV
for up to an hour at a stretch when all the little pussy owners
were concentrating on their homework.

Their MBA education told them they should expand the operation to
four classrooms of twelve girls each, with me as the sole
provider. I hurried between classrooms, fucking one little girl
after another. They said that on-the-job ejaculation was highly
unprofessional. Their time-and-motion study showed we would do
better if each girl sat on a small bed while working at her desk.
They were arranged in a 3 x 4 rectangle. When I showed up in the
room, each girl was trained to stick her rear end up in the air
while I grappled her from behind and gave her a shafting. While a
girl might only need a treatment every four hours, management
figured that I ought to just keep going through the rotation over
and over again. I could manage a good, solid, therapeutic fuck
about every two minutes. Man, it was hard not to come with all
that sweet, little pussy! But I managed it. For a few days I
jerked off as soon as my shift was over, then I arranged to stay
a little extra and give extra more intimate treatments to Cathy,
Martha, and Sarah, usually relieving my balls into Sarah's sweet
cunt.

Jasmine went away. I'm not sure quite how they managed it, but I
do know that the director, Mr. Robb van Asshelt, met with the
pudgy little thing in a private room one day to try treating her
himself. How hard he tried, or what unconventional methods he
used are not known, but we do know that Jasmine never came back
and the lawsuit was dropped.

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"You seem so tired all the time, honey."

"I'm sorry. It's just the new management. They have us working so
much harder."

"And you never seem interested in making love. You've gotten
tired plenty of other times, but that's never been a problem
before."

"Sorry, honey."

I managed to get it up Sunday afternoon and give my wife a little
fuck. I didn't really enjoy it so much.

When we were out shopping at the grocery store, I thought I saw a
glimpse of Cathy, and quick ducked down another aisle. But the
girl had seen me, and she and her mother tracked me down before I
could flee the store.

"Oh, Mr. Longwood, how nice to see you!" said the mother. "Your
therapy has made such a difference for Cathy. And you must be
Mrs. Longwood!"

"Yes."

"Pleased to meet you."

I glanced at Cathy and with a pleading look shook my head.

"Are you OK, Mr. Longwood?" the girl asked.

"Um, I'm not feeling so well," I said.

"Oh!" said Cathy's mother, probably getting a clue as to the
problem.

"Well, we must be going," she said hastily, grasping Cathy firmly
and pulling her away.

The little girl looked back over her shoulder with an impish
grin, flipped up her skirt in back and wiggled her butt. Oh,
shit.

My wife look at me icily. The drive home started in silence.

"So, Dick, what exactly *is* this job again?" she said after a
time.

"Um, I told you, it's a secret."

"Does it involve inappropriate behavior with little girls?"

That depended on the definition. I was about to say, "No," since
it was by definition of the job description appropriate behavior,
but I realized it wasn't really going to help.

"I really can't say."

The next day was Monday, and with a few phone calls my wife
easily discovered what my job actually was. The company of course
had never insisted it be kept a secret -- I'd made that up.

First she was furious. Then she insisted I quit or our marriage
was over. She had gotten a job by then, a secretarial sort of
position that paid better than minimum wage, so we didn't
desperately need the money to keep the wolf from the door. My job
was awfully stressful under the new management. I insisted on
giving two weeks' notice, and she understood the need for that,
at least.

When management found I was serious about leaving, they kept
offering me more money until they reached $40 per hour. That made
no difference to my wife, and it made me angry. If I was really
worth that much to them, why had they let me work for so little
all along? The answer was clear, though. I hadn't demanded more,
so they had paid me as little as they could get away with.

So I tearfully said goodbye to all my girls. In my last couple
days, I did things my way with the 13 girls who really enjoyed my
attentions. Instead of a few deep strokes from the rear, I fucked
them thoroughly and lovingly, face-to-face, preceded by lots of
kissing and fondling. The teachers were nervous, because they
feared Mr. van Asshelt. But what was he going to do? Fire me?

My regulars all had orgasms, and three girls came for the very
first time in those last couple days. By spreading them out over
those couples days, I had the time to spurt my love out into
Cathy, Martha, and Sarah.

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At first it was a relief to be home. I could sleep late, watch
dumb movies all day or play on the internet. Because Linda was
working at a halfway-decent-paying job, the pressure to find work
was much less.

Since my wife was working and I wasn't, she expected me to shop
and cook and clean. While I guess she was right in theory, those
just aren't things I like to do so much. I made simple food or
got take-out and she didn't like the way I did laundry or
housecleaning. All in all, my wife's deep anger at my former
career wasn't healing.

After a while I'd had enough loafing and decided to look for work
again. My most recent job posed an awkward problem for my updated
resume. If I just said I had been unemployed the whole 15 months
I'd worked in addition to the three years before, that didn't
sound good. It also threatened to emerge as a lie once I was
hired. But "Intravaginal Phallic Intrusion Specialist" invited
questions and looks of horror when the age of my patients
emerged.

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Part II


"Hello, Mr. Longwood?"

"Speaking."

"My name is Holly Hardwick. My daughter Sarah Hardwick was in
your class over at the school."

I hadn't paid too much attention to last names. There had been
three Sarahs in all, but I had a hunch. "The 12-year-old blond,
is that right?"

"No, sorry, our Sarah is only 6, with shoulder-length brown
hair."

Rats. But let me think -- yes, that Sarah! She was pretty nice
too. She was starting to really smile when she got her fucking
there towards the end. And her vagina had that luscious little
tight spot at the deep end. I started getting hard thinking of
her. "Yes, I remember now. She was nice. How's she doing?"

"She was fond of you and was very disappointed when you left. And
she's been struggling, to tell the truth. They hired another man
to fill your position, of course..." I felt a little surge of
anger to think of some strange man filling any of my little
girls' ever-so-lovely little feminine positions. "But she has
been very disappointed in him. She's stopped trying at school and
isn't so good around the house either."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"We wondered if you'd be willing to come over and see us some
time. We had some ideas we wanted to discuss with you."

A chance to just see little Sarah again would be wonderful --
though the temptation to get into a girl pussy again would be
great, and that was not something my wife was going to put up
with. I hadn't realized how much I missed it until that moment.
But with her mother right there, nothing would happen, right?
"OK, that would be nice," I said, and we made arrangements.

"I should also tell you that our household isn't traditional.
Sarah's other mommy is my spouse Steffi Stone..."

Lesbians. Cool. No problem. I'm open-minded. Really! Little Sarah
was no budding lesbian, though.

"We also have a younger daughter, Hayley, who's almost 5 years
old."

"Sure, no problem."

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"Hello, you must be Mr. Longwood. I'm Steffi."

"Yes, pleased to meet you," I said, as we shook hands.

"Is he here? Is he here?" shrieked a voice as I heard small
footsteps running. Little Sarah squeezed past the woman and
wrapped her arms around my legs, looking up at me with a big
smile.

"Hi, Sarah, nice to see you again," I said, patting her back and
ruffling her hair.

"Can you treat me? Please?" she asked.

"Oh!" I said. "Um, well, let's see what your mommy says."

Just then Holly appeared, and behind her a younger girl who was
evidently Hayley.

"Hello, Mr. Longwood," said Holly, also reaching out to shake
hands.

These two sure didn't look like lesbians. Yeah, well, I guess
it's a stereotype, but you know what I mean. Both were trim,
medium height, with quite lovely faces. Steffi and Hayley were
strikingly blond, and their faces were similar enough I knew they
were mother and daughter. Sarah also looked like Holly's
daughter, though it wasn't quite so obvious.

"Why don't we all come inside," said Holly.

As we did, Sarah hopped up and down and said, "Can Mr. Longwood
treat me now, mommy? Please?"

"That's up to Mr. Longwood, dear," she said. "You know treating
you was his job, and he's not working at his job any more."

Up to me! But... oh, shit. The reason I'd quit was because my
wife didn't want me cheating on her any more. The blood pressure
rose in my cock.

"If you did, we'd have a much calmer conversation," she
continued.

Sarah was skipping around the sofa instead of sitting down. She
stopped and hitched up her dress, showing me her panties. "Right
in here, remember?" she said, pointing to where we all knew her
little pussy opening lay shyly inside her dark red panties.

"Yes, I'm sure he remembers," said Holly, while she and Steffi
both smiled. They looked at me expectantly. If I only had sex
with one girl, that would be a big improvement over 48, right? My
wife couldn't be too upset about that, could she? Besides, it
seemed like it was only the polite thing to do, to help her stay
calm during a conversation. Her two mommies were both hoping I
would. I wondered if Emily Post had spoken on the subject. It
also occurred to me that I didn't care so much what my wife
thought.

"Well, if you'd really like," I said, coloring a little.

"Oh, goody!" chortled Sarah, reaching up to pull her panties
down.

"Now, wait!" said Holly. "Up in your bedroom, OK? Not down here!"

"Why?"

"Because of your sister, for one thing."

"Yeah, come on, Sarah, show me your bedroom," I said.

"OK," she said, sticking her wadded-up red panties in my hand. I
took her by the other and she led me upstairs.

"Where are they going?" I heard Hayley ask.

"They're going to have a little visit," said Steffi.

"Like the sexy kind where he sticks his thingie up her weewee?"

"Um, well, maybe," said Steffi, sounding flustered.

Then we reached Sarah's room and she shut the door behind us.

"It's so hard to calm down," she said, bouncing around the room.
"Look at my new dolls!" she said, and began a rambling
description with no end in sight.

"Hey, Sarah," I said. "Remember, we came up here so I could treat
you."

"Oh, yeah!" she said. It's amazing how fast a girl can get her
panties down and legs spread wide when she wants to. A guy can be
pretty fast stripping from the waist down and bringing his hard
cock to where it's wanted. And with a smiling little female
exposing her hole and urging him on, it's amazing how fast he can
hump deep and hard into her wet tube. And it's such a pleasure to
see a girl calm down after the first few thrusts. But a man's got
to do what a man's got to do, and I needed to spurt my load into
her tender little sperm receptacle. It's so rewarding to see
through a fog of ecstasy a girl enjoying being calm.

"You gave it to me, didn't you? The stuff?"

"Yeah, Sarah, I did."

"Oh, goody!" she said.

After a little rest we got dressed again and joined the others
downstairs.

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"Well," said Holly, clapping her hands and smiling. "Let me get
right to the point. We wondered if you'd consider treating Sarah
every day -- we'd pay you, of course."

I realized I was a professional, and I'd just done Sarah as a
freebie. "Uh, I'd consider it. What sort of pay did you have in
mind?" I'd done it at my job for $7.00 an hour or whatever it
was, which probably came to $2.00 a pop or something -- more like
50 cents under the new management. But there was travel time, and
the last offer they'd made me was $40 for an hour. Should I ask
for $50 and let them bargain me down?

"What about $200 per visit?" said Holly.

Wow! I kept my composure pretty well. Yeah, I supposed I could be
convinced to work for that. That was close to what I made in a
week at the old job!

"Yeah, I think that would be OK," I said.

Steffi smiled. "You're not much of a bargainer, are you?" she
teased.

I shrugged. If I was, I'd probably have a career as a salesman or
something. But as a joke, I said, "I want $300. Not a penny
less!"

"Done!" said Holly. "We couldn't live with ourselves if we
exploited you at $200."

I managed NOT to say, "Three hundred smackers! I'm rich, rich,
rich!" I learned later that Holly was a cardiologist and Steffi
managed a team of software developers remotely.

"What about every morning at 8am? That way she can go to school
thinking clearly."

"Uh, would 10am be OK?"

"Why?"

"Well, my wife can't know. That's why I quit the other job -- my
wife made me."

"Oh." The two women exchanged glances and shrugged. "OK, 10am
will be fine. She'll just get to school a little late."

"She can show up at school whenever?"

"Yeah, if she doesn't need to get treated at the school you
worked at, we'll send her to the Cherry Lane Cooperative Home
School."

So every morning after my wife went to work I showered and
dressed and went off to fuck little Sarah. Steffi worked from
home, so she was there to let me in. The first couple times,
Sarah asked right after the fuck if I could stay and read her a
story. I excused myself quickly because I didn't want them to
find out I couldn't read very well. Also, their house was big and
fancy and I didn't really feel like I belonged. But Sarah also
seemed disappointed, and it really did feel a little rude to just
fuck and run. So I listened to her tell me about her dolls and
did a little make-believe for half an hour after. It was girl
stuff, but it was kind of fun if I let myself get into it, and it
felt like part of doing my job right.

But the little girl wanted me to stay longer. I asked her moms if
it was OK to hang out like that, and they told me they were
delighted for me to stay as long as I liked, but we ought to let
Hayley in on the fun. Sarah and I had been playing around in her
room half-naked, with cum oozing out of her pussy and my slick
cock dangling about. Now we got dressed and invited the younger
girl in too, or went to her room to play.

Steffi wandered through now and then, but when I was there the
girls ignored her and paid attention to me. Holly confided that
they worried their girls would miss out on something if they
didn't have a man in their life, and as long as the three of us
were having fun, I could stay as long as I liked. They'd take
Sarah to school later. So after a while I was there at lunch too.
Steffi's casual noonday meal felt like a feast to me. The girls
ate PB&J or mac and cheese, but Steffi made a fresh salad for us
and served it with leftover soup or casserole from the night
before, and it was great.

I stopped thinking of them as lesbos pretty soon. They were nice
women, and what they did in the bedroom didn't bother me. At a
gut level, I would have been delighted to fuck either of them,
but that wasn't a remote possibility, which actually made things
more comfortable.

They paid me under the table, and I soon felt like I was really
loaded. I couldn't either spend or deposit the money because my
wife couldn't know I had the job, so I opened a separate account
for it.

But my wife found out a couple months later. I stupidly left a
girl's elastic hair holder and a dolly dress in my pants pocket,
and she found them when she did the laundry. I thought I might
win her over when I told her about the rate of pay and explained
it was just one girl, but I was wrong. She wanted me out of the
house. And frankly, it was kind of a relief.

I checked into a cheap motel, something I could afford for a
while at least. But when I told Steffi and Holly about the new
development, they huddled overnight and asked if I'd like to move
in with them on a trial basis. It sounded great, and it was. A
maid did some of the housework and Steffi did most of the rest.
There were three hot meals a day, and my shirts were ironed for
the first time in my life. They insisted I do the dinner dishes
some nights because they didn't want their daughters to think men
never did anything around the house, and I was cool with that.

I think living with them worked because they were a lot smarter
than me, and I didn't mind. I don't know if the girls took away
the intended message that women were the equal of men -- or that
all men are kind of slow.

They offered me the guest room. They kept it nice, but also
wanted it to reflect a man's personality too, since I was the
male role model for the girls. So I answered the girls' questions
about the football and basketball I watched on TV, and the video
games I played and the music I listened to. We watched action and
horror movies some.

The one odd spot in this happy family scene was that I was
fucking little Sarah constantly. As long as I was living there
and it benefited us both, I started treating her two or three
times a day. There was ongoing tension because Sarah couldn't
help talking to Hayley about this thing that helped her learn,
but it was a private thing she couldn't observe or get in on.
When her sister and I went into the bedroom and locked the door a
couple times a day, she was frustrated.

But the little girl solved her own problem. She got the same rare
ADHD her sister had, confirmed by medical tests. The two women
had used the same sperm donor for their kids, and he was the
natural suspect as the source of this rare illness occurring in
two half-sisters.

Her mommies handled the awakening and enlargement of the blond
tike's little pussy. Then she got to watch her big sister get
shafted by my therapeutic cock, and wasn't so sure it looked like
so much fun after all.

Then it was her turn, and she did her best to be brave. Her
panties came down, she spread her legs, and I gently explored her
inner parts. Gradually my stiff and eager penis opened up a new
virgin. She was kind of whiny at first, but when she felt the
calmness and clarity that came to her only after getting deeply
stuffed, she was convinced. It was a little different because she
was the first girl who'd known me and bonded with me before I
stuffed her pussy. Treating her didn't require me to reach
climax, of course, but I was desperate to fulfill my male destiny
in this wee little blonde's virgin cunt too. I left millions of
sperm swimming frantically in sticky soup deep inside the little
girl, though all would fail in their quest of making a woman
pregnant.

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Stereo treatments were now possible and became the rule. Both
girls liked me and both liked the raw physical connection of
getting fucked. Each liked a close-up look at my cock going into
her sister's cunt, something they couldn't see while they were
getting treated themselves. Like any affectionate girls, they
also liked touching, snuggling and hugging. Now that there were
two of them, I felt even more free to give in to my own desires
in those regards, which weren't just affection. I nibbled all
four ears, licked all four nipples, squeezed and fondled all four
butt cheeks, and I found I loved sniffing and slurping and
sucking whichever little pussy I was not currently shafting with
my manhood.

See, I now had to face the fact that I was a true pedophile. I'd
made that desperate gamble at my initial job interview that I
could get it up for little girls, and it had turned out I was
right. First I told myself I was just enjoying pussy, and the
fact that it was inside an immature girl was just a detail. But
now I realized that I loved every inch of those girls' bodies
because they were little girls, not in spite of it. I don't know
if it was learned or innate or some of each. Guys hadn't been
encouraged to openly fuck lots of little girls for their own good
before. So no one knew before whether it was a taste you could
acquire or not. Probably some could and some couldn't. I could.

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Steffi could get a little flustered now and then, but I'd never
seen Holly lose her composure even once. Now she looked pretty
uncomfortable as I met with her behind the closed door of her
study.

"We've all been very happy with you living with us. How's it
working out for you?"

"Great, just great. I'm happy."

"Good! Both girls can concentrate pretty well now. You're
treating them -- what is it, twice or three times a day each
now?"

"Yeah, pretty much." Sarah had asked how many times a day I could
fuck her, and as an experiment we'd managed about fifteen before
we lost count. But she didn't become Einstein or anything for the
day, so we went back to three or four.

"And you're enjoying the food?"

"Oh, yes."

"And you have everything you need?"

"Yep, can't say I'm lacking anything."

She took a deep breath and tried to look me square in the eye.
Her resolve faltered, but she delivered her message anyway.

"You know how you're being sexually intimate with our daughters?"

"Um, yeah."

"Well, the truth is, both Steffi and I are virgins -- I mean when
it comes to men."

This was more information about their intimate past than I had
been offered before. "I figure that's pretty much standard for
lesbians, isn't it?"

"Not as much as you'd think. A lot of girls don't know they're
lesbians, or they want to try to be normal, or they're just
curious. And a lot of lesbians have bi tendencies too."

"OK." I wasn't sure where this was going, but my cock was getting
a little warm and swollen.

"Well, it's a little odd, don't you think, that our young
daughters are regularly having a sexual experience that Steffi
and I can't relate to at all?"

"Um, yeah." I smiled in spite of myself.

"So, um, Steffi was wondering if -- just as a teaching thing,
just for the experience, maybe, you'd be willing -- but please,
feel free to say no! We don't want to jeopardize anything going
on with the girls. It seems to be working out so well!"

"Yeah, I get it. But I think I'd be willing to do that, if you
really want."

"Just willing? I mean, would it be like a chore or something?"

"Um, no. Look, Steffi's a very attractive lady. I've always
thought so. It's just something I figured wouldn't every make any
difference, you know?"

"Yeah, you know, that's very nice of you. We both appreciated
that you didn't seem to be looking at us that way."

Yeah, well, it certainly helped that I was getting my rocks off
several times a day in the depths of the luscious pussies of
their darling daughters.

I decided to be a little sassy. "So, you asked if I found Steffi
attractive." I emphasized the word 'Steffi' just a little. "Is
that all you wanted to know?"

Holly turned notably pink and looked away. "Um, yeah, that was
all. Other than whether you'd be willing to consider it -- if it
works out."

"You're very attractive too, Holly. Very sexy -- I mean, to me
personally."

Holly stayed pink, then confided, "I'm a fucking lesbian, I'm
proud of it, been this way for fifteen years. I don't give a shit
what a man thinks of me, how I look. That's one of the liberating
things about being a lesbian, you know? You can be fat and ugly
or whatever and women will still love you just as much. But you
know what? It still matters. It still really matters, deep down."

"Aw, shit, sorry Holly. I can see that would suck. But you're
lucky, because you really are very attractive to me."

"Don't gloat about it, Dick. I really wish I didn't care."

"Oh, OK."

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Holly and Steffi stood holding hands, looking very nervous. They
were fully clothed, but their daughters weren't. They were
bouncing around on the bed, delighted to have their mommies
watching their treatment for the first time ever. After some
squabbling it had been decided that Sarah's cunt would be the
first one they would see violated by a man's penis, while
Hayley's would be the first to receive a full injection of sperm
as they watched.

The women said they'd never even glanced at porn and found the
idea horrifying, so they really were seeing something they'd
never seen before.

Conscious of being on display, my cock didn't stiffen up quite as
quickly as usual, but I soon got over that.

"You wanna lick me while you fuck her?" asked Hayley with
enthusiasm.

"Oh, um," I said, turning quite red. The women knew that I
inserted my erect penis inside their daughters' vaginas, and were
aware that I sometimes ejaculated within them, since a man
couldn't really be expected to insert over and over again without
reaching climax. But as far as I knew, our unnecessary
shenanigans with kissing and sucking and all were not something
we shared with the women.

Steffi laughed. "They tell us about all that, Dick. Don't worry."

OK, I would lick sweet little Hayley's pussy slit. She scooted so
her crotch was above Sarah's head. I clambered into position
above the spread-eagled Sarah and gave a few practice licks to
Hayley's little twat before turning my attention to the main
business. I aligned my cock with Sarah's pussy hole and slid in
gradually. I couldn't help glance up at the women, who were
staring intently at the spot where their girl's pussy hole was
performing a disappearing act on a long, hard prong of flesh. I
fucked back and forth a few times before I was sure I was in all
the way.

"That's a treatment," I explained.

"Yeah," said Sarah, sighing. "Thank you, Mr. Longwood."

"You silly girl!" I said. We had given up on anything that formal
ages ago.

"So," I said. "Now I guess it's Hayley's turn."

"Huh? No way! You got to fuck me like you mean it!"

She had a point. I was inhibited by the presence of the women
from giving vent to my lust. So I tried to fuck with abandon,
grunting and groaning. I glanced at the two women but their
expressions were hard to read.

"OK, now time to swap," I said after a minute. "I promised the
sperm to Hayley."

Sarah groaned and Hayley clapped with delight.

The girls quickly switched positions, and I aimed my slick cock
at Hayley's sweet girl hole and shoved -- fairly gently. Her body
didn't resist and I slid in deep. I licked Sarah's sloppy pussy.

Hayley smiled and relaxed after I'd repeated my full insertion a
number of times. "It feels *so* nice, mommy," she said.

I tried to restrain my animal impulses to some extent as I probed
for Hayley's center with my very stiff phallus. It had inhibited
me at first, but now the fact that two women were watching my
performance turned me on. I knew that if I did this right, I'd
have a good chance of getting into their pants, to spurt in their
mature vaginas.

I humped deep and hard. On the one hand I wanted to prolong the
pleasure, but on the other I also wanted to finish this
experience. The second urge won out. My orgasm began as I
shuddered and the stuff blasted out of my cock.

"He's doing it, mommy!" said Sarah excitedly. "You can tell."

She was completely correct, of course. I kept thrusting until I
was thoroughly satisfied, then pulled out, my cock shrinking
rapidly.

"So, that's how it works, I said," self-conscious once more.

"Yes, thank you very much," said the two women.

So ended Phase I of the plan to educate these women about the
fucking process.

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The naked women hugged and kissed, groped and fondled in the half
dark. I sat back, also naked, cock fairly hard.

"Do you think it's a good time?" asked Steffi.

"Sure, I think so," said Holly. I could see her fingers explore
her lover's pussy. "You seem to be wet and aroused."

"OK, Dick," said Holly. "You can take her now." Holly lay on her
back and Steffi lay over her, butt available for my exploration.

"Is that how I do it?" Steffi asked.

"Um, you gotta stick it up more in the air so I can get at it," I
said. Jeesh, these women didn't know much.

"Like that?"

"Yeah, but now tilt your pelvis to present your vagina a little
more... That's it."

"I love you, Holly," said the luscious blonde woman, kissing the
woman below.

I found the spot I wanted most. I mean, I could see kissing and
sucking boobs and all on these women, but they weren't inviting
that. And what I wanted was ... right there. Lips that parted
easily with a slurping sound. I found a way to get into position
without planting my knee on Holly's leg, found the opening, and
pushed just a little.

"Oh, shit," said Steffi.

"You OK?" I asked anxiously.

"Yeah, fine, it's nothing."

I resumed my invasion. This was a woman's cunt, highly
experienced in one sense: she'd squeezed a baby through the
thing. But taking input from a cock was totally new. I kept
working myself in deeper and deeper.

"What is it?" asked Holly, looking up at her partner.

"Nothing, it's just... I don't know, primal or something," she
mumbled.

That sounded encouraging. I worked my full depth into the woman,
holding her hips gently, and began a fuck. I went slow at first,
listening for signs of distress, but soon sped up. I tried to
avoid any lewd sounds, but I couldn't suppress heavy breathing.

"Oh, oh, aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" I said softly at the end as I jammed
to the hilt and gave the trademark male spurts. Slowing down, I
gradually backed away, my cock falling out, and eased myself down
into a sitting position.

Steffi turned onto her side and hugged Holly.

"Thanks, Dick, you can go now," said Holly softly.

And that was the first episode of Fuck Your Local Lesbian. But
not the last.

Holly spooned against Steffi's back and I spooned against
Holly's. She lifted her top leg and held her cunt open. I worked
my way in slowly and began thrusting. Her pussy was a lot tighter
than Steffi's, and I later found out she'd had her baby by
C-section. Nothing bigger than a few of her lover's fingers had
ever been in that tube before. I could now feel some fingers
moving rapidly about where Holly's clit was, though I didn't know
if they were hers or Steffi's.

"OK, any time now," Holly said. "Oh, shit... wow" she whispered
under her breath.

I have the organ designed to make use of the pussy's full depth
and breadth. I picked up my pace and got in as deep as I could.
"Unnnh, unnnh, unnnh," I said softly.

Holly suddenly gave a huge gasp as the fingers at my cock base
fluttered. That sent me over the edge, and I gave a big growl as
I jammed deep, pushing both Holly and Steffi forward a couple
inches on the bed and spurting deep, over and over again. This
time they didn't ask me to leave. They seemed to even like it a
little when I draped my arm tentatively over both women.

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Steffi lay on Holly, making humping motions while each woman had
fingers on the other's pussy -- probably their clits, but I
couldn't see.

They gasped with orgasm, one after the other. Steffi then rolled
aside, leaving me with access to Holly's flushed body. They had
decided that since I was mostly having sexual intercourse with
their daughters face-to-face, they really ought to experience
that as well. Also, since the girls were not experiencing notable
sexual pleasure, they thought that getting fucked in a
post-orgasmic state might be the best way to approximate what
their daughters felt.

These details didn't concern me so much. I buried my cock in the
attractive young woman's pussy and lowered my weight onto her. I
began fucking away with the same sort of enthusiasm I would bring
to the littler pussies. I stayed in her a couple minutes, long
enough to provide a treatment, but didn't come. I then moved over
to Steffi, still wet and ready, and gave her the same treatment.

I then pulled out and by arrangement started wanking myself while
they watched. Neither had ever seen an ejaculation before, and
they watched as I surged and spurted onto the towel they had
produced to catch my semen and keep the foreign fluid off their
sheets.

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Through all this I kept fucking away in the hyperactive girls,
calming them with every treatment, and we gave ourselves over to
an uninhibited sensuality. Fucking the girls and fucking the
women was different. What I did with the girls was more fun and
physically pleasurable. My occasional sessions with the women
felt more serious, somehow. After our fifth encounter, they
announced that they were grateful for my help in allowing them to
experience heterosexual intercourse, but they expected that my
attentions would not be needed again.

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Hayley and Sarah were parked in front of a new video. Steffi came
into my room and shut the door.

"Dick, can I ask you something, like a secret? Promise not to
tell anyone?"

"OK."

"Even Holly?"

"OK, even Holly."

"Would you be willing to, you know, do it to me again?"

"Now?"

"Well, yeah, if you're willing."

"And you don't want to tell Holly? That doesn't sound quite
right."

"Oh, I know." She sounded miserable and tormented. "I love Holly
dearly, and our sex is great, but... I feel like I need a man
too. Like just physically. Not an emotional relationship or
anything, you understand?"

"Well, OK." I didn't know what the right thing to do was, but I
knew a hot woman wanted to get fucked, and that kind of messed up
my judgment.

She got up to lock the door as quietly as she could, then seconds
later had her pants around her ankles and pussy open wide.

"You don't need to warm up or anything?"

"I got myself all hot and bothered in my study working up the
courage to come see you," she said with what looked kind of like
a flirtatious smile.

No problem. My cock responded rapidly, I plunged in and humped
away.

With a potential interruption from the two girls, we didn't delay
too much. After two minutes she started with "Oh, wow, yes, mmmm,
yes, mmmmm, oh, faster! Oh!" And within seconds she froze as I
felt her pussy spasming on my prick. So! She could come from
nothing but my fucking motion, and that was nice.

I showed that I could come from just my fucking motion too, which
was no great surprise. As always, it felt fantastic.
Experimentally, I lay down kind of half on top of her, though
giving her room to breathe, waiting for her to signal me to back
off. She didn't, though after a minute or so she got up and left
so as not to arouse the suspicion of the girls.

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It was fairly late at night. Both girls were long asleep and
Steffi probably engrossed at her computer. Holly crept into my
room and locked the door behind her.

"Um, I've got a question."

"OK."

"But it's got to be just a secret, OK?"

"OK."

"Can't tell anyone -- even Steffi?"

"Um, OK." This sounded like a familiar conversation somehow.

"Would you be willing to, you know, make love to me in a quickie
-- but never tell Steffi?"

"Um... Is that a good idea?" I asked.

"Oh, I love her dearly, and our sex is great, but... I just miss
a cock sometimes, now that I've felt what they're like."

This time I knew this wasn't the greatest idea, but now I figured
it was a matter of equal time. If I was going to cheat with one
of them I should probably cheat with the other too, right? That's
what I told myself.

Holly too had gotten herself totally aroused before coming to see
me. She pulled her pants and panties down to her ankles and stuck
her butt up to be taken like a bitch.

I grappled her rear end and shoved in. I felt her fingers
stimulating herself in front.

"Quiet, OK?" she whispered.

"Sure," I replied and began my final approach. Deep, fast stabs
right to the depths of this woman's cunt. In under a minute I
surged and stayed deep, ejaculating, spurting into her innards
over and over again.

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It was irregular, but both women now came to me secretly. Steffi
always came during the day when Holly was off at work, risking
the suspicion of their girls. Holly always came late at night,
risking the suspicion of Steffi.

I kind of wanted to get out of this situation where there were
secrets. I was openly fucking the young girls, and that was what
would ordinarily have been considered a serious crime. That was
more than fine with everyone. But I was also helping each of the
women cheat on the other one. Partly I dreamed of just calling a
meeting of the three of us and telling them both at the same
time. But I also really enjoyed the secret encounters and found a
reason to keep thinking about the right thing to do. Meanwhile I
kept screwing them whenever they came asking for it.

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"Shit, I'm pregnant," said Steffi one day.

"Oh!" I said. Now, they talk about male responsibility and all.
But I was their employee. I'd never said I was vasectomized or
anything. They knew I was coming in their pussies and they knew
the facts of life. I also realized I'd been giving the girls
treatments the same as always but saving my sperm for my secret
liaisons; I wondered if it was instinctive. After a pause, I
said, "What are you going to do?" I figured an abortion was a
likely outcome if this happened from a secret liaison.

She sighed. "I ought to get an abortion, I guess. I think Holly
would kill me if she knew I was doing it with you and had been so
irresponsible."

"You weren't doing any birth control?"

She shook her head. "That was pretty dumb, wasn't it... You and
your wife never had kids, right?"

"Yeah. She had mixed feelings about it, and we both thought we'd
wait until we were a little better off financially, but that
never happened. But I'd always hoped for a family."

"So... if I had the kid, would you stay in its life and be its
daddy?"

"Um, yeah, I guess, if we could work it out."

"But shit, Holly would kill me. I guess it's an abortion. Oh
well. But you know, I kind of always wanted another kid."

And she left.

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"Damn, I'm pregnant."

"Oh."

The conversation happened the next day and went much the same way
through the point where Holly reluctantly concluded she'd need an
abortion.

Now it was time for Mr. Dick Longwood to take charge.

"Come on, Holly, I think we ought to go see Steffi right now."

"You're not going to tell her, are you? Dick, you can't!"

"Um, no, I won't." I wasn't going to actually tell her. I'd
figure out something clever.

"Hi, Steffi, the three of us need to talk," I said.

Steffi extricated herself from her work in about 20 seconds and
we went to their bedroom, locking the door against the
possibility of childhood insomnia.

Both women were extremely anxious, stealing glances at me and
each other.

I needed to find a delicate way to say this, a way to break the
news gently, to minimize the chance of either of them being
horribly angry. Instead, what I said was, "Um... You're both
pregnant with my baby."

Holly looked at Steffi in disbelief. "What? Did he rape you or
something? Honey, you could have come to me!"

"I was going to ask you the same thing!"

"No one raped anyone," I said. "You both came to me saying you
loved each other but missed getting fucked by a real man too."

Staring at Holly angrily, Steffi started with, "You should
have...", but realized that any accusation wouldn't just be the
pot calling the kettle black.  These were identical pots, they
were both black, and they were both growing little babies inside.

"I know I just work here," I said. "The hired help. But I think
you both ought to keep the babies and we ought to become like a
real family."

If it were a Gilbert and Sullivan, the finale music would have
started just about then. Happy ending! Because there was plenty
of money, three parents for every child, and everyone had someone
to love them.

Except me, maybe. I had lots of people to kind of love me. Sarah
and Hayley loved me the way little girls love their parents. If
there was something extra they felt because I was fucking them
constantly to help them concentrate, we didn't know quite what it
was. Steffi and Holly respected and liked me. And the future
little ones would love me as their true 100% natural daddy. I had
two little girls to fuck, and two grown women -- who I could now
do without keeping secrets from anyone. And I think four people
who like you a lot is better than one true love who might change
her mind some day. And the four people who like you are
especially nice if you get to have a mutual and happy fucking
relationship with each one of them.

I did make one request: I asked if I could spend the whole night
with somebody now and then, for the warmth of human contact. I
thought maybe Sarah or Hayley could be convinced to do it once a
week each or something.

Instead, they both wanted to sleep with me all the time. We
headed off a fight by suggesting the bed was big enough for
three, and it is. And if either of them feels restless and
fidgety in the night, she just drops her panties, rubs my cock a
few times to wake it (and me) up, and knows that relief is a few
thrusts up her pussy away. They know I have my urges too, and
will give a sleepy smile and nod when I ask in the middle of the
night if I can fuck them and empty my balls in their young
pussies. It works out very well.

My ex-wife pleaded with me for a reconciliation, but she never
had a chance. She got a generous settlement, however.

I took up work as a substitute Juvenile Vagina Phallus Filler, or
Remedial Girl Fucker, or whatever it was called at that point. It
means I have long stretches with little to do, an occasional full
day of fucking fresh young pussy, and now and then a week or two
in a row of doing a whole bunch, over and over. Hayley and Sarah
don't like when that happens, because then they have to get by on
as little as one treatment a day. But we all think they shouldn't
get too dependent on getting fucked for their concentration.

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We must all have good chemistry or something. Both women gave
birth to little baby boys right on schedule. Everything seemed so
happy that a year later we decided to try for one more pair.
Instead, Holly gave birth to a pair of fraternal baby boys, and
Steffi produced a pair of identical baby girls. Two pair. A happy
household of three adults and eight kids.

It's a funny mix of half-brother and half-sister relationships.
Sarah is no blood relation to Steffi's younger three kids, and
Hayley isn't to Holly's younger three, but otherwise they're all
blood kin.

It all started with my split-second decision about how to answer
one key question. I can still hear Mrs. Tight asking, "Do you
think you could fuck that pussy?" she asked. "Get a full hard-on
and shove it up her cunt?" I can still see the slide of the cute
little girl. And my answer, "Yes!" Boy was I right. Oh yes, I
can!

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