Author: Sterling
Title: Miss Catherine and the Butler (part 2 of 2)
Summary: As an only child in an upper class household, 7-year-old
Catherine has never seen a naked boy or man. Her widowed mother,
recalling ruefully her own ignorance of such things until her
wedding night, makes an impulsive decision.  She orders the
butler to show his male organs to the girl at once, and leaves a
standing order for him to answer any other questions she may
have. Catherine finds in the butler above all a good friend --
but she does also have questions, and he has answers.
Keywords: Mg MF pedo lolita preg oral 1st slow rom

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

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Miss Catherine and the Butler (part 2 of 2)

Chapter 4

Many days Catherine didn't even feel like snuggling, but more
often she did. Sometimes she was happy to do some little thing
while Charles pretended to make a baby with his hand, like slowly
hitch up her dress and give him a quick peek inside her drawers.
Whatever it was, he always gasped and spurted in under a couple
minutes. And once he was cleaned up he was always happy to hold
her in his arms as always, safe and warm. He was equally happy to
hold her without doing anything with his penis first.

Other times she was up for more. She got more and more
comfortable with the strength of Charles's desire for her.

She experimented with lying on the bed, with Charles beside her.
In that position they could just hug each other for many minutes
at a time, chest to chest, which felt wonderful. If she turned
onto her back, it gave him room to attend to her body in detail,
which he relished. He touched and rubbed her everywhere, kissing
every exposed inch of flesh -- and she exposed more and more. She
left her drawers on, however, when they lay like that.

It was in that position that he first really kissed her. He gazed
into her eyes, and then his face approached hers. His lips barely
touched hers, but he lingered. After pulling away just a little,
he did it again, this time rubbing his lips against hers. She
kissed him back, hesitantly at first. After several seconds she
felt some strange tingles and suddenly felt funny and made him
stop.

But on a later day, he tried again, ever so gently as always, and
she let him. She felt more vulnerable that way than any other,
even when he was moving his hands all over her bare flesh. The
tingles she felt blossomed to rich and earthy sensations, some of
them between her legs.

When she'd had enough in any particular session, she nudged
Charles onto his back and briefly stroked the bulge between his
legs. That was her sign that he could pull down his trousers and
undergarment and rub his penis. Sometimes she nibbled his ear
while he stroked, making him spurt more quickly than usual. After
he'd expelled his seed, he was relaxed and sleepy and she just
cuddled against him.

As always, there were many days at a time when she wasn't in the
mood for that kind of play, and Charles accepted it graciously.
She knew he felt like doing those things, but that he also was
happy to just have her company and listen to her and hold her.

One day she was in a particularly frisky mood. She lay on her
back, fully clothed.

"What would you really like to do if you could do anything?"

"What?"

"If you could play with my body any way you wanted, what would
you do?"

She saw him look down at her with that intense appreciation.

"Well, now, you stop me any time, all right?"

"Of course."

Charles took her hand and pressed his stiff penis against her
wrist and the back of her hand, which made her smile. Encouraged,
he rose and straddled her head, poking his penis against her ear
and cheek, then her neck, and gently against each of her eyes --
seeing that stiff unfamiliar organ surging forward was a little
scary but also exciting, and she naturally shut her eye before
she felt the gentle, soft pressure. But she giggled from time to
time at the silliness of this play. Then he rested the shaft of
his penis flat against her neck and rubbed it back and forth
sideways, then repeated on the side of her head, then her
forehead, and cheeks, over and over. He then rubbed the tip
gently back and forth along the line of her lips. She kept her
mouth closed.

"Was that OK, dear Miss Catherine?" he said.

"Sure. That felt quite naughty. Anything else?"

"Anything else?" Charles sighed, but then a new level of
excitement shone on his face. He took her hand and managed to
insert the tip of his penis inside the sleeve of her dress,
pumping in and out.

Catherine smiled and giggled.

After a few seconds he scrambled to position himself above her
head and with some difficulty managed to work his organ between
her neck and her shirt, pressing inside.

He gently nudged her head over to the left so her chin touched
her shoulder and intruded his member into the cavity this formed
from the back side. He then crawled down over her body, and
facing her feet, he inserted his penis between her sock and her
left calf and pumped inside, so she felt the hard organ sliding
rhythmically against her skin. He repeated with her right calf,
then sat back to rest.

Catherine giggled. "You're naughty, you know!"

"Yes, I guess so," he said sheepishly. "Did you mind?"

"No. Anything else?"

With a more serious expression, Charles centered himself over her
and let his penis drop between her legs. He pressed them together
gently and thrust his stiff organ between her thighs just above
her knees, first lifting her skirt just enough to accommodate
him. He moved up several inches and repeated, this time holding
her dress so his penis was in a three-sided tunnel formed from
right thigh, left thigh and dress on top. He continued that
motion for the better part of a minute.

"Is this OK?" he asked, obviously excited.

"Yes!" said Catherine with a surge of affection.

Then he spread her legs apart and let the dress ride up until he
found the space where her right thigh stuck out through her
drawers. He gently and slowly inserted his penis between thigh
and drawers. and she felt his hard, hot flesh pushing along her
soft inner thigh. The drawers reached down far enough that he had
quite a ways to thrust, but he gradually worked his way upward
until she felt his hard tip pressing against her girl lips. He
shifted to the other side and pressed between left thigh and
drawers, and once again his thrusts gradually moved upward until
his tip barely pressed against her crotch when he was in the
farthest. She read intense excitement on his face.

Then he lay back beside her, breathing heavily from his
exertions. "I didn't want to make a mess inside your drawers," he
said.

"You really could have?"

"Oh, I was close."

"Well, maybe you'd like to make a mess now?" she asked, turning
to him and licking his ear as she fondled the balls in his sac.

Charles smiled, thrust upwards into his hand twenty times and
spurted his seed out with a loud exclamation of pleasure.

In bed that night, Catherine replayed the experience in her mind.
It had been naughty and thrilling, and she had never felt unsafe.
But she was aware of his fundamental urge. He wanted to get
inside. He wanted to get his penis into a hole. And the hole he
really wanted to get into was her vagina.

She gently pulled down her drawers and spread her legs. Easing
her flaps apart with the fingers of her left hand, she explored
with her right little finger. Where was that hole? There... She
poked at it. The contact was dry, so she licked her finger and
tried again. This time it slid in a little ways. It felt kind of
uncomfortable, but she could get her pinkie in up to the second
knuckle.

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After a few days of being busy, visits just to chat, and sessions
of snuggling chastely against his chest, Catherine was feeling
ready for more, and asked Charles what he wanted to try this
time.

"Would you mind taking all your clothes off? I will too."

As she started to undress, he said, "Can I do it?"

Catherine nodded. First he undressed himself quickly. Then she
enjoyed the look of joy on Charles's face as he unbuttoned her
dress ceremoniously one button at a time, and slowly pulled it up
over her head. He then removed her chemise and drawers, and
finally, almost as an afterthought, her socks and shoes. For the
first time, she was fully naked to his view, and she liked the
look of appreciation on his face.

As they lay on their sides hugging, Catherine was aware of the
intimacy of the connection. Not only did their chests touch, but
stomachs and thighs, and the hot prong of his penis lay
significantly between them.

After a while, Charles experimentally began licking Catherine's
nipples. She smiled in answer to his inquiring look, and he went
back to giving her entire chest a methodical tonguing. He also
made brief forays to her cheeks, neck, upper arms, and stomach.

Charles also began exploring between her legs with his hand for
the first time. It was exciting when he pressed his palm flat
against her. But more specific explorations didn't feel good to
her. No matter how gentle he was, his fingers were too rough to
feel good on that especially sensitive part of her.

"Do you think I could -- if you don't mind -- spurt while rubbing
it on your belly?" Charles asked.

That sounded fine to Catherine. She lay flat on her back and he
lay on top of her, covering her. His penis thrust back and forth
along her stomach over her bellybutton. That felt very naughty,
but she liked it. But it chafed a little, so she had him stop
briefly while she spat on her hand and rubbed it on her belly.

"Ah, that's nice!" exclaimed Charles, sensing the smoother flow.
And within seconds she felt rather than saw the surges of fluid
as he deposited his seed on her belly and mushed it around. He
groaned as he eased onto his back, and Catherine had fun smearing
his mess all over his stomach and upper thighs.

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Catherine turned 8 years old. She still went days at a time
without visiting Charles at all, and she still stopped by just to
chat. Now and then she just cuddled in his arms, but if she got
that far she was usually up for more. He made love to her body in
those same ways over and over, selecting the activities that they
liked best.

One day she had a naughty idea. She knew Charles liked the idea
of getting his penis into her somehow, and he liked wetness. With
a smile he pushed the naked man onto his back and lowered her
face to his penis. Although it was a little creepy, she opened
her mouth and took the tip of his organ inside.

"Oh, Catherine!" he exclaimed. "Are you sure about this?" But he
couldn't help giving a big sigh of pleasure.

Catherine giggled. "Yes, I'm sure. You seem to like it well
enough."

"Oh, heavens yes!" he exclaimed. As she took his tip back in her
mouth, she experimented with sucking, licking, and the same back
and forth motion he used on himself. "Oh, Catherine, when you
lick like that, it's fantastic, but -- Stop, stop!"

Catherine set his penis free and looked at him.

"I was about to spurt. And if you do it again, I'm afraid I
will."

Catherine had thought about this. "Do you mind if it goes in my
mouth?"

"Me? No, not for myself. But you don't want to do that, do you?
Isn't it yucky?"

"I've tasted it before. It wasn't bad."

"Are you sure?" said Charles, looking at her suspiciously.

Catherine sighed, and engulfed his twitching organ once more. She
began the licking motion he had approved of so enthusiastically.

"Oh, Catherine! Whoa! Oh, tarnation. I can't, oh, Aaaaahhhhhhhh!"
he shouted, as she felt the fluid spew into her mouth. There
wasn't all that much, and she held it inside as she kept licking.
She was afraid to swallow it, because she didn't know if it would
be good for her digestion.

Once Charles pulled back in total satisfaction, Catherine let her
mouthful of seed flow from her mouth onto his belly.

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The next time they met and Catherine made her interest in
baby-making play known, Charles had an idea.

"Catherine, would you mind if I licked you down there? It hadn't
occurred to me before, but since you used your mouth on me, I'd
like to feel you that way."

"OK," she said. It hadn't occurred to her either, and it felt
terribly naughty. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure," he said, smiling.

She was happy to feel his tongue licking her upper thighs and
then find her female flaps. After a while, his attention turned
within the flaps.

Unlike his fingers, his tongue was very soft, and it felt very
intimate and close. After a while Catherine started feeling a
glow down there. The thrill she got from seeing him excited was a
pale reflection of it, and how she felt after he kissed her for a
while was a mild version. But this was different. It was a
special kind of good feeling. She wondered if it was connected to
how good he felt, but when she asked, it turned out he really
didn't know. On her it didn't lead to any resolution like
spurting, and after ten minutes or so of feeling that way she'd
had enough.

It became part of their repertoire, but it wasn't something she
was driven to experience; she could easily skip it.

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Inspired by the ecstasy he felt from Catherine's mouth, Charles
was sold on the idea of lubrication. He spat on his hand before
he rubbed his penis. He found that Catherine's hand, curled into
a pretend vagina and wet on the inside, was also very
satisfactory. If either of them had any sort of respiratory
difficulty and produced mucus instead of just saliva, that was
much better.

When his penis drove into the tube Catherine formed with one
hand, it quickly emerged out the other end. But if she put her
hands end to end, so that his penis emerged from the end of the
first tunnel not into bare space but another tight pretend vagina
-- that was heaven.

And soon enough, they discovered that he liked it best if she put
those hands right between her legs, below or above her real but
tiny, unusable vagina. Charles adored thrusting away in either of
those positions, and when he spurted, the mess got all over
Catherine's hands.

"You know what would be especially nice, dear," he said one day
after he had made her hands slimy from his ecstasy.

"What?"

"Could you rub the stuff all over your flaps down there?"

"OK" said Catherine, shrugging. She was amused at his expression
of delight as she smeared the sticky stuff all over her female
parts.

And then one day, he said, "Could I do it?"

"OK, if you're gentle," she said, and he did gently cover her
young girl parts with his goo.

"What about inside?" he asked meekly, one day.

Catherine was happy to take a little of the stuff and put it into
her tiny vagina with her little finger. But when he wanted to do
it, she balked. But she had an idea. She held his little finger
in hers, dipped it in goop, and guided it inside herself,
controlling it all the way. Charles seemed especially happy about
being able to end their sessions that way.

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"I've got one more idea -- if you don't mind," said Charles.

Catherine waited.

"Could I use my own hand, but at the very end, put the tip of my
penis right at your vagina's opening, trying to squirt the seed
inside? You hold yourself open for me?"

"OK." It made sense. They did this one on their sides. As
Catherine lay with her right leg up in the air, Charles rubbed
his penis, extending it so it reached right between Catherine's
legs. He thrust his hips back and forth as he rubbed, and his tip
pushed gently against her girl lips. He looked intently at the
spot he was aiming for, and just when his first spurt was on its
way, he pushed firmly, his tip plugged against her little
opening. The first two shots fired directly into her vagina. He
was delighted with that, and Catherine was happy too.

The next variant was her idea. She formed her special
pretend-vagina tube with the end of her second hand right at that
same tiny opening that was the center of his attention. He thrust
in and out and at the deep end of her hands, pushed against her
girlish opening just as the goop shot out.

He asked how hard he could press without it bothering her, and
they performed some experiments. He could press pretty hard, and
Catherine found it thrilling in that naughty way that was behind
most of their play. What's more, they discovered that with her
hands as pretend vagina she could control how hard he pressed.
All she had to do to stop the inward motion was to squeeze. His
strength might push her fist firmly against her body, but his
penis would not bump against her any harder than she wanted.

Over and over again, Catherine lay on her back, legs spread wide,
with Charles mounting her, gazing into her eyes as he reached his
orgasm and delivered his seed into her body.

Charles pressed pretty hard when he came, and at first Catherine
stopped him. But she was feeling adventurous one day and didn't
stop him at all. Despite his substantial pressure, all his penis
did was bump against her. It didn't go inside.

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Inside. What Charles really wanted was to get inside of her. But
she was too small for that. Sometimes right after their sessions
together, Catherine retreated to her own room, lay in her own
bed, and went back to exploring her own girl parts again, now
covered with sticky seed. She tried poking her little finger in a
little farther, which was comfortable by now. She tried using her
middle finger, but that was uncomfortable.

Once she tried just jamming her middle finger into herself hard.
She winced at the pain, and that was the end of that day's
experiment. But she noticed that the next time she explored her
young vagina, that same finger went in farther without hurting.

Charles seemed happy with everything they did. As usual, he was
happy just to chat too, and never initiated any of their naughty
play together. And when she sat in his lap to snuggle, she might
feel his hard penis beneath her, but he never did anything.

But it was Catherine who was uncomfortable. It was pretty clear
that what Charles really wanted was to get into her -- his penis
into her vagina -- and she couldn't accommodate him that way.
Part of her knew that when she was a grown woman, it would be
part of her nature and duty to accommodate a man that way -- she
would have to if she wanted to have children, if nothing else.
And perhaps there was some confusion in her mind. She was doing
this naughty play with Charles to make him happy, and because she
liked it too, but it just seemed to her like she ought to be able
to play her part as an adult woman, not just a little girl.

In bed, she jammed her thumb into her young vagina. Then she
managed her middle and index fingers at the same time. Each hurt,
but once she got them in, it didn't hurt the next time.

One day she was feeling especially bad that Charles couldn't
actually push his penis into her body.  With her index fingers
inside herself, she suddenly yank them apart. She felt a stinging
pain and nearly cried out. Looking down, she saw blood flowing.
She was panicked, afraid she might have injured herself and
afraid of how she'd explain what had happened if she had to tell
her mother. But fortunately the bleeding subsided quickly.

She avoided Charles for a week after that, which wasn't too
unusual anyway. But she didn't want to see him again until her
vagina had stopped hurting.

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He was up in position, mounted on his 8-year-old girl. His
thrusts were fast and hard. Catherine held her grip loosely to
let him press against her firmly on each in-stroke. She knew from
long experience that he was about to deliver.

"Press really hard, Charles," she whispered as the moment
approached. "Really hard!"

Charles didn't answer, but when the moment came he did press much
harder than usual. And Catherine felt her body split open. It was
a surprise, it hurt, and it felt wonderful. Charles gave a
choking cry and his penis tip pulsed its load not at the opening,
but from inside. His tip had cleared her outer ring of muscles
and the seed was delivered directly into her vagina, deeper than
ever before.

"What... What happened?"

"I made myself big enough for you," she said through her tears,
smiling gleefully.

"How... You shouldn't have!"

"Why not?"

"You're just a girl!"

"So?"

"I've taken your virtue?"

Catherine hadn't thought of that angle; 'virtue' didn't mean much
to her. "Mother said you were supposed to teach me things, and I
wanted you to teach me how it felt to do it for real."

"I... I guess..." His face lit up. "Oh, you're so wonderful!" he
said, covering her with kisses of joy and appreciation.

Now Charles could insert his penis tip into Catherine's vagina.
He could only get in a couple inches, so his strokes were short,
but he found it so exciting that he spurted his mess out quickly.
No hands were required. What's more, no saliva was required. They
discovered that as long as they kissed beforehand, she made her
own lubrication! When Charles wanted a lot of the stuff, he
licked his girl Catherine between her legs for a few minutes, and
she was happy with that too.

Charles's natural reflex was still to press his penis in just as
he was releasing his seed, and in the ecstasy of the moment he
often pressed a little harder than intended. Catherine sometimes
winced a little, but the long-term effect was that he could get
into her three inches, then four, then all the way. No matter how
hard he pressed, their bodies locked together on the outside and
he couldn't get his tip any deeper.

He also calmed down some, taking more and more time to thrust in
and out of his girl before delivering his messy load.

And the 8-year-old with the hairless female lips, narrow hips,
and flat chest discovered  pleasure. Something about the
experience of Charles's penis thrusting in and out, gently and
indirectly stimulating her girl tissues made things click. She
felt waves of pleasure building when he was inside her. They
never broke to give her a sense of release, but she was aware
that having this man's body thrusting his penis deep into her
body, his weight on her, felt really good to her physically. She
wasn't just enjoying it because she loved him and wanted him to
be happy -- as well as wanting to be grown-up and naughty. Of
course the fact that it was Charles attached to the penis,
Charles humping in and out, and Charles whose body convulsed in
ecstasy as he filled her with seed -- that made it much, much
nicer.

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Catherine at eight and a half years old found she didn't want to
sit in Charles's lap any more. Sometimes she just wanted to sit
with him and talk, but if they were going to touch, she wanted to
touch like grown-ups. Sometimes they just lay spooned one way or
the other, usually with his larger body enfolding her smaller
one. But as often as not, that happy embrace followed a session
of penis-in-vagina thrusting, mutual pleasure, and delivery of
another dose of seed from man to girl.

At age nine she started having doubts, and as soon as she did,
Charles did too. They wondered how it would end. She'd try to not
go to his room for a few weeks, and of course he always accepted
her withdrawals graciously. Sometimes when she came to him, he
resisted, telling her she wasn't thinking straight and would
regret it. They had quiet fights. But when he insisted they not
engage in their pretend baby-making, she always realized later
that he was right and thanked him.

But he was weak too, and sometimes gave in to the pleading from
the young girl he loved so much. They managed two months in a
chaste friendship before she crept down the stairs to his room in
the middle of the night. Sleepy, with his defenses down, Charles
didn't stop himself from burying his penis deep in his girl and
ejaculating in her. And once their resolve was broken, they found
ways to get together every day for a few weeks and take intimate
pleasure from each other's body. But then they regained their
resolve and abstained again.

One thing that helped their plans to stop was deciding not to
meet in his room at all. Instead, they had occasional chats
outside while Charles did his gardening and kept up their
friendship in that way. Catherine agreed to Charles's suggestion
to lock his door at night to discourage any nighttime visits when
his defenses were down.

And, although they couldn't know it at the time, they had their
last sexual encounter when Catherine was nine and a quarter.

Another girl came into her life, Faith, and the two of them were
close. She to some extent fulfilled the role of confidante  that
Charles had played for her. Soon Charles and Catherine related
mostly as servant and daughter of the family. Charles told her
truthfully that it had been a wonderful experience for him,
bringing him happiness he had never dreamed possible, and while
he missed her, he was going to be just fine.

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Chapter 5

At the age of 18, Catherine married Raymond Smith. On the evening
before the wedding, her mother awkwardly asked her if she knew
now about what it meant physically for a man and woman to be
married, and Catherine reassured her that Charles had answered
her questions. And demonstrated, she might have added -- but
didn't. Over the years, everyone had noticed a certain
friendliness between girl and butler. But the other servants saw
no need to mention it, as Catherine's mother clearly knew about
it and Catherine seemed genuinely fond of the old man.

After the marriage, the newlyweds set up housekeeping across
town. The Lodge household grew quieter and Catherine's mother
more eccentric. At first Catherine and Raymond visited weekly for
dinner, then it slipped to monthly, and then three months would
go by without any real contact between the households.

Three years passed.

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"Why hello, Mrs. Smith. You are looking well," said the elderly
butler.

"Why thank you, Charles, you are looking very well yourself. You
don't look a day over sixty."

"Oh, you are too kind, ma'am."

"Oh, Charles, please call me Catherine."

"Don't you think that's a reminder of a time best forgotten?" he
said wistfully.

"Well, I can see your point, I suppose. Would you be willing to
escort me on a walk down the back road?"

"Why, certainly, ma'am."

After they had walked a few yards, Charles asked, "Have you ever
told Raymond?"

"No, no, what we had was just our secret, Charles. Have you told
anyone?"

"No, not a soul. I would never do that to you, Mrs. Smith. Do you
regret it? It's always weighed on me. I knew you seemed to enjoy
our friendship, and always had the power to back out, but still,
you were awfully young."

"Charles, I'm not sure I could have survived childhood without
you as my friend. Well, I exaggerate, surely, but it would have
been a much bleaker time for me."

"But you could have been my friend without any of that more
intimate behavior."

"True. But my mother threw us together. You remember that first
day?"

"How could I possibly forget!"

"And I think on the whole it has done very well for me. I think
my intimate relations with Raymond were much smoother as a result
of our time together."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that, ma'am. It's strange to think we
were both virgins -- you at seven and me at sixty-one." After a
moment, he said, "Was it really your choice, Catherine? I always
wanted it to be, but I've had my doubts."

"Yes, Charles, it was always my choice. I never once felt I had
to do anything I didn't want to do."

"Oh, I'm so glad to hear you say that, Miss Catherine," he said,
slipping into the form of address he used with her at that age.

"Have you found anyone else, Charles? Any dalliances, even?"

Charles stood up straight, his thoughts returning from the past.
"Why no, ma'am, I can't say as I have."

They walked on in silence.

"There's a serious matter I wish to discuss with you, Charles."

"Yes, ma'am."

"As you can't help but know, Raymond and I have been married for
three years and have not been blessed with children."

"I'm sorry, ma'am."

"Nor have I ever had a miscarriage or even an irregularity in my
monthlies."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Raymond has a certain medical peculiarity -- I don't want to
reveal any secrets."

"Of course not, ma'am."

"Oh. And it is understood, this conversation is in the strictest
confidence?"

"Why of course, ma'am!"

"Good. Well, we are uncertain, but it seems this medical
peculiarity may be getting in the way of our conceiving. Oh --
just to be clear, Raymond is a wonderful man and a good lover,
and we are happy together."

"Of course, ma'am. Delighted to hear it."

"All that aside, it appears that if I am to have children, it
would be prudent for me to investigate the possibility of a man
other than my husband as the father."

Charles hesitated briefly between steps.

"Yes, ma'am."

"And, I was thinking, I wondered if you might consider trying."

"Behind your husband's back, ma'am? I'm not sure I could --"

"Not behind his back. The conversation between me and Raymond
happened in stages, but our agreement is that I may try to find
another man, on three conditions. One is that he doesn't want to
know about it or for anyone to ever find out, two is that he
doesn't want me to risk falling in love with another man and
leaving him, and three is that the man should look enough like
him that no one will question the paternity of the child."

"Well, ma'am, I can see you would have those points covered."

"Mostly."

"I do look rather like him, don't I? Or perhaps I could dare to
say he looks like me, as I am much his senior. And you don't
doubt my discretion, I trust? After all those years?"

"No, I have no qualms about either of those points. It is only
the second that makes me hesitate."

Charles paused, and Catherine thought she saw him smile. "Oh,
surely no one could think you would leave him for me?"

Catherine sighed. "Not in fact, no. Though I do think I love
you."

"That's kind of you."

"It's not kind of me. It's just the way things are. But my future
is with Raymond. So the question is, Charles, would you be
willing to try to impregnate me?"

"Um, gosh, ma'am..." Charles said.

"Oh, you're blushing like a schoolboy!"

"Sorry, ma'am. Should we think about it more? Make sure it is a
wise decision?"

"I've been considering it for some time."

"When would be a good time? I mean, there are only certain times
of month when it is likely to be successful, no?"

"Yes. This is one of those times."

"Now? Today?"

"Yes, Charles."

He was silent.

"Do you find me unattractive?"

"No, ma'am!"

There was more silence.

"Well, ma'am --"

"Will you call me Catherine, for goodness's sake!"

"Yes, Catherine, I will... How would you like to proceed?"

"I was hoping we could return to the house, you could make sure
we can get to your room in the basement without arousing undue
suspicion, and I should join you there."

"Very well, Catherine."

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Catherine entered the room behind Charles and bolted the door.

"Charles, you are doing me a favor. However you would like to
proceed is fine with me. We do have some experience in these
matters," she said with a smile.

"Very well, ma'am -- I mean, Catherine."

"Would you like me to disrobe?" She had chosen a fairly simple
dress, prudent given her plan. "If I understand your history
correctly, you may have never had the chance to fondle or even
see a woman's breast."

"No! That's fine. Perhaps it's best not to stir up too many
things. Kissing might not be wise either, I think."

"Oh, well, I could position myself on hands and knees to allow
you to approach from the posterior aspect -- we did that
sometimes, I'm sure you recall."

"Yes, I recall. No, Catherine, if you would just lie back, remove
your drawers and let me push up your dress to the extent
required, that would suit me."

"Very well, except I wore no drawers today. Are you going to
disrobe?"

"Just from the waist down, Catherine. My body is nothing to look
at any more."

"I think I would love your body no matter what happened to it,
Charles."

"Thank you ma'am, but... please, your heart is given to another,
correct?"

"Yes, Charles, quite correct. I'm sorry."

When they had assumed the agreed position, Charles's phallus was
not exactly hard enough for a successful mating act.

"Could I use my mouth?"

"Oh, that would be wonderful, Catherine."

And the young woman took the man's penis in her mouth as she
caressed his testicles and buttocks. He soon became very hard.

"What about you, ma'am?"

"At this time of month, Charles, I am always amply lubricated,"
she said.

"So, I just... go ahead?"

"Yes, Charles. I will guide you to the proper location if you
just lower yourself onto me... there you go."

Charles pressed forward and his penis was enveloped in a vagina.
Catherine as a girl she had had a wet, warm vagina, but Charles
discovered for the first time in his life that the organ of a
woman in the prime of life at peak fertility was something else
entirely.

"Oh, my, Catherine, that is fantastic!" said the old man.

"Yes, Charles, it is..."

He began a rowing motion, in and out.

"Please be patient with me, Charles," she said.

"Oh, why?" he asked.

"It's just, it's just, oh Charles! Oh, oh, OOHHHH!" she said.

He felt her infinitely seductive vagina squeeze him.

"I do climax very easily," she said.

Charles continued to thrust his penis in and out of the young
woman, the sensations fantastic.

"And, also, Charles, oh, um -- often! Um, oh, oh, OOHHH!" she
said, squeezing once again.

Although the pleasure was fantastic, Charles didn't seem to be
near to delivering his male essence.

And for Catherine, for the first time in her life, it was very
important to her that he deposit his seed deep into her vagina.
She wanted that very much. So she tried something on a hunch.
"Close your eyes, Charles."

He did as asked.

"Keep them closed." She switched to her best imitation of a
7-year-old's voice.

"Charles, can you show me how babies are made? Please?"

The old man grinned, and with eyes shut picked up his pace. "Yes,
Catherine, I can. It's done, like... ohhh, mmmm, aaahhh, dear
Lord, like, ummm, ooooooo, like... THIS!" he said firmly, as his
organ twitched, expelling seed in great gobs -- for the first
time in earnest, in a way that could really matter.

As his orgasm faded, he collapsed onto the young woman, who had
remained silent during her third climax, though her eyes rolled
in her head and she saw stars.

"Thank you, Charles, thank you ever so much!" continued the voice
of the 7-year-old.

As the man pulled his softening penis out, she squeezed
especially hard with her vagina to keep as much seed in her as
possible.

"You know, Catherine, I do have a confession to make."

"Certainly, Charles," she said in her normal voice, gently
stroking his hair.

"I'm not sure it's an accident that I never had any dalliances.
People in my position do arrange to find women, at least now and
then."

"What do you think it was, then?"

"Did you ever wonder how it was that I had such  a passion for
you, in a sexual way, when you were 7 years old."

Catherine smiled. "It never did at the time, but it has in the
past year or so."

"I think young lasses are the ones I fancy."

"And that worked out well for me. You were such a good friend, so
understanding, and I don't think you could have done that so well
if you hadn't, well, fallen in love with me?"

"Yes, Catherine, I would have done my best, but I think you're
right." His eyes got misty.

"And you couldn't marry the girl you fell in love with," she said
softly.

"Oh, but at least I had the chance to know love. I doubt many
people with my inclinations can do that."

"And now, with a little luck, you can have a child of your own,
but without any need to raise him or support him."

"Well, I guess we'll see."

"Would it trouble you greatly if I were to call on you again the
day after tomorrow?"

"No, ma'am, that would be entirely satisfactory."

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"Oh, my, she's more adorable every time I see her!" said Mrs.
Washburn.

"Oh, a real sweetheart!" said Mrs. Dewing.

"Yes, really quite a darling," said Charles.

Raymond and Catherine Smith had come to visit Catherine's mother
and her household with their year-old daughter.

"She looks just like you, Raymond," said Catherine's mother.

"Yes, that's what they say," said the husband.

Catherine was afraid that the girl looked too much like Charles,
though she hoped that a person wouldn't see it if they weren't
looking for it.

Catherine's mother said, "You two really ought to make some more
like her. Fill up the house with little cherubs like this. Or
perhaps you'd like them spaced apart a little more?"

"No," said Catherine, "I think two years is a good spacing." Just
a trifle late, she feared, she turned to her husband, smiled, and
took his hand. As she looked back at the assembled company she
had all she could do not to smile at the slight bulge visible in
the butler's pants, if you knew what you were looking for.

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Motherhood suited Catherine well, and Raymond liked having
children in the house. As the years went by, they were blessed
with eight.

The two of them enjoyed their sexual relationship, and they
couldn't rule out the possibility that he was actually fathering
some of the brood. But it was Catherine's strong suspicion that
it was Charles who engendered her eight pregnancies. One was a
miscarriage, and she bore one set of twins, so they evened out to
produce a total of five girls and three boys.

When Mrs. Dewing gave notice to take another position, Mrs.
Washburn let it be known she was ready to retire. That provided
the impetus for Catherine's mother to come live with her daughter
and family fairly early in the spawning process, when there were
just two children.

Charles was offered employment in the new household, and he
gratefully accepted.  He reassured Catherine that he felt nothing
but parental affection for the children and had not the slightest
inclination to be intimate with them. Charles didn't do much work
at his age, but he did play with the children in the household
and was a favorite with them.

Charles and Catherine noted that their daughters had plenty of
opportunity to witness the workings of the male body to the
customary degree from observation of their brothers. And
Catherine was comfortable answering all the questions her
daughters had about intimate matters. As a result, they reached
their wedding beds in an intermediate condition: much more
knowledgeable than their grandmother but much less experienced
than their mother.

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