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. First posted 1/1/2012. I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at /files/Authors/Sterling/ For an index see /files/Authors/Sterling/A%20%20SUBJECT%20INDE X.txt You are welcome to copy this story if you include the entire text unchanged, including this notice. If you tell me where you have re-posted it, I can enjoy knowing it is appreciated and perhaps enjoy the feedback the story gets where you re-post it. Sterling And now, our feature presentation. Enjoy! ============================================================ 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- "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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. ================================================== 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. --------------------------------------------------------- "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." --------------------------------------------------------- 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." --------------------------------------------------------- "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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. ============================================================ End of Part 2 of 2. What did you think? I'm always eager for comments, whether positive, negative or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com.