Author: Sterling
Title: Roger's Island
Summary: After striking it rich in business, Roger took stock.
Always reach for your dreams! There is no limit to what you can
do if you want it bad enough! Roger took a very long reach -- and
achieved his dream. He creates an island of girls and women,
bound to him only by limited opportunities in the wider world.
They choose to stay with the charismatic man -- and are happy to
give him sexual pleasure. Personalities differ, and Allie creates
her own kind of relationship with him.
Keywords: MF Mf gi het cons first preg harem oral

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 2/26/2011.

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Roger's Island


Chapter 1 -- Nancy

Nancy was exhausted and depressed. Her latest boyfriend had
started pushing her around when he came home drunk. She had been
in that position before and knew where that was going to lead, so
she promptly moved back to the shelter for battered women with
her daughters -- for the third time. She knew they were growing
weary of her. After her first day back the director had a
friendly and supportive chat, after which she announced that
Nancy had to leave the next day.

So Nancy and her girls were staying in a run-down motel at the
expense of the city of New York. The heat was erratic, the other
mothers wouldn't speak to her, and in the previous week she had
found there were bedbugs. Her daughters both had head lice, and
her six-year-old Hannah had lost her energy and either sat around
staring off into space or else curled up on the bed. Children
weren't supposed to act like that.
 
After a long shivering walk through the streets, she and the
girls found shelter from the biting March wind in a dreary
government building. As Nancy came to the front of the food
stamps line, she started to cry, and she couldn't stop crying.
The woman behind the desk sighed, and said, "Go over there and
wait until you can compose yourself."
 
She waited in the designated area, but she just kept crying.
 
"It's OK, mommy, don't cry," said Allie, her eleven-year-old. But
she was fighting back tears herself.
 
Another woman came up and introduced herself.
 
"I hate to say it, but you give us reason to question whether
you're doing a very good job as a parent. If you keep this up,
we'll have to bring you in for evaluation, and see if your girls
have an adequate home environment."
 
That got Nancy's attention. "You might take my girls away?" she
asked, trying to pull herself together. She regretted her comment
the instant she said it, realizing it would make her daughters
anxious.
 
The girls both looked alarmed at that point and pulled in towards
their mother.
 
"Oh, it would just be an evaluation," the woman said. She paused
a moment, then said, "On the other hand, you might be
candidates... Stand up, all of you, just for a moment."
 
The three stood up.
 
"Now turn around... Hmmm. There might be another option for you."
 
"What sort of option?" asked Nancy.
 
"How'd you like to live on a warm, pleasant island without a care
in the world?"
 
Nancy sighed and shut her eyes, a little smile creasing her lips.
 
"I don't know much more about it than that, though I do know it's
legitimate. Give me your address... Will you be there this
afternoon?"
 
"Yeah."
 
"Good. Be sure you're there between noon and six. A woman will
come to visit you, one Mrs. Day."
 
The woman came at two thirty.
 
"Mrs. Price?"
 
"Ms. Price," said Nancy.
 
"Very well, can I come in?"
 
"Sure."
 
"And these are your daughters?"
 
"This is Allie, and that's Hannah."
 
"How old are they?"
 
"Eleven and six."
 
"Very good. Listen, I want to take a video..."
 
"Why?"
 
"To see if you're eligible."
 
"Eligible for what?" she said. "The woman said something about a
tropical paradise without a care in the world."
 
"Yes, that's right. There's really good food, you don't have to
lift a finger, you get your own rooms, and the other people are
all kind and pleasant."
 
"So what's the catch?"
 
"They have a certain lifestyle -- a certain carefree attitude.
Some people fit in and some don't. But you can always come back
to New York any time you want."
 
"You sure about that?"
 
"Absolutely sure."
 
"It sounds great, mommy. Can we go? Please?" begged Hannah.
 
Nancy had been burned badly by a scam in the past, but she was
desperate. Besides, the woman at the food stamp line was
official, and she was the one who had suggested it. At the very
least they would go there, turn around and come back. Anything to
get out of the hellhole they were living in.

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The video was apparently good enough.
 
First the three of them got a good scrubbing, delousing, and then
a medical exam. They were given some new sets of clothing,
including a few fancy dresses and skirts as well as more
practical clothing. They were also given an allowance and told to
buy a few outfits that they wanted. Then they stayed in a New
York hotel for six days. Mrs. Day explained that it was
quarantine, so they wouldn't bring any germs to their new home.
This was a very nice hotel, but the amenity they enjoyed most was
three hot meals every day.
 
Mrs. Day accompanied them to Kennedy for their flight. The girls
were fascinated by their first trip in a jet: the roar of the
engines, the plane going faster and faster, and then the world
suddenly falling away below them. Nancy herself had flown only
twice, as a child in happier days.

Their flight took them to a Caribbean island. A woman located
them with a "Price Family" placard and after helping them
retrieve luggage treated them to a hearty lunch. She rode with
them in a cab to the harbor and put them on an oversized
motorboat. Though it had seats for about a dozen people, they
were the only passengers.
 
After an hour's journey, the boat slowed and they saw they were
approaching an island. The three of them got a look at their new
home. Gentle slopes led up to a central hill. The vegetation was
lush, and there were broad curving beaches of white sand amid
stretches of rocky shoreline. It was the middle of the day, and
the temperature was in the low 80s with a gentle breeze.
 
A dozen people were waiting at the dock. The first thing Nancy
noticed was that they were all women and girls. Two of the girls
wore no clothes, something Hannah and Allie commented on with
great interest. They all looked relaxed and happy, which was rare
among any group of a dozen people she had ever met.
 
As the three of them stepped from the boat to the dock, a woman
stepped forward. "Hello, you must be Nancy, Allie, and Hannah,"
she said, looking at each in turn. "I'm Jane. Welcome to our
island! I'll be showing you around. Here, Minnie and Sally wanted
to take your luggage." A couple girls who looked to be about nine
struggled with the suitcases, a teenager encouraging them and
taking the heaviest bag when they found it too much.
 
The dock jutted out into the water for some distance, and as they
neared shore, two women and two girls who looked to be about ten
and thirteen walked past them, carrying luggage. They seemed
tense and uneasy, unlike everyone else they had met.
 
"Are they leaving?" Nancy asked Jane as soon as they passed.
Looking over her shoulder she saw them waiting to board the boat
while a pair of women unloaded some crates and boxes that had
come over with the Prices.
 
"They were a family who decided they didn't fit in with us," said
Jane.
 
"Why not?"
 
"You'd have to ask them," said Jane with a wave of her hand. "But
they are living proof that you can leave any time you want," she
said with a chuckle.
 
At the end of the dock began a wooden boardwalk, covered along
its length as it led to a main building. It reminded Nancy of
pictures she had seen of covered bridges, except here there were
no sides, only occasional posts to hold up the roof.
 
They veered off the main walkway onto another which was not
covered. "Let me show you to your cabin first," she said. They
approached a low building nestled among the trees. It was painted
white, with a covered porch in front. They could see a half dozen
rooms on the side facing them, each with a large window-sized
opening. In one the opening was a glass window, two had only
screens, and in three the room was just open to the air. As they
watched, a girl popped into view behind one of the window
openings, and easily stepped up onto the low windowsill before
jumping down a few feet to the ground. She eyed them cautiously.
 
Jane led them across the porch to the inside of the building.
There was a door to each room off a central corridor, and doors
to other rooms on the other side of the building. Around a bend
they found what looked like a large living room, a room with
several desks and computers, and a kitchen connected to a dining
room. There were three bathrooms.
 
"Here is your room, Nancy, and here's yours, Hannah, and this
one's for you, Allie."
 
"Our own rooms?" asked Allie. "Do we have to sleep alone?" The
two girls had shared a room when they lived with Nancy's last
boyfriend, and since then all three of them had slept in a single
room.
 
"Oh, no, not if you don't want," said Jane. "You can share rooms
however you please, but those are yours whenever you want them."

Jane gave them a tour. She pointed out a softball field, tennis
courts, foursquare and basketball courts, bocce, music rooms,
"party houses", tree houses, outdoor hot tubs... Nancy felt her
eyes glazing over at the variety of recreation available. There
were also classrooms, a small theater and stage, and a large
dining room. Jane explained that usually everyone ate together,
and the kitchen they had seen in their building was not used
much.
 
There was internet access from a few indoor computers, but no
laptops and no cell phones. Jane explained that the internet was
restricted and pretty much "read only." The computers were
indoors because they wanted the outdoors to be free of electronic
distractions.

They passed a playground with an an associated "little kids"
area. The sandbox had four tots in it. The two youngest looked
like they couldn't walk, and they were wearing diapers. The older
two were naked, and as they watched, one of the girls squatted at
the foot of the slide and pooped. One of the two big girls who
were watching came over, laughed and ruffled the little one's
hair before picking up her mess with a plastic bag like people
used with dogs. She then took the girl by the hand over to an
area with a faucet, rubbed and splashed all around the girl's
private parts with the clear water and then set her loose to
toddle off again.
 
As they rounded a corner on an open covered porch, Jane
whispered, "That's Roger." He was the first man they had seen.
They found him sitting cross-legged in the middle of a half dozen
little girls. He had on a paper crown and was seated among a
complex arrangement of cardboard boxes, pillows and sheets set up
to suggest different rooms. There were a few demure princesses
who were dressed in finery, one lying down pretending to sleep.
Roger fought off a pair of naked girls imitating lions. One
little girl dressed in shorts and a T-shirt clung to his back,
and as they watched he reached back to tickle her, making her
squeal with delight.
 
He was so wrapped up in his play that he didn't see them, and
Jane soon motioned them on. Hannah watched spellbound, and Allie
had to take her hand firmly and pull her along.
 
"He's the first man I've seen. No boys either," said Nancy.
 
"That's right," Jane explained. "This is Roger's island. We're
all his guests. I should tell you more about that."

Jane said, "Would you girls like to see what's happening over
there?" Allie was easily convinced. A four-square game was
surrounded by a dozen or so girls in animated conversation. She
took off with Hannah in tow.

Jane showed Nancy to a lounge chair on a porch and she took the
one next to it.

"All of the people Roger invites here are mothers with daughters
who are in a tough situation back in the States. Occasionally a
teen in trouble comes by herself. Now, about two thirds of the
people who come here leave within a couple weeks."
 
"But this place is so beautiful. Why would anyone leave?"
 
"They don't fit in with our culture and way of doing things."
 
"What's that?"
 
"It's complicated, but you'll see." After a moment, she
continued. "Have you noticed anything unusual about the girls and
women?"
 
Nancy couldn't think of anything right off.
 
"What about their looks?"
 
With that hint, she saw it immediately. Every girl and woman she
saw had a nice face. They hadn't seen anyone pudgy or plump. Many
of the faces she had seen she would describe as beautiful.
 
Nancy herself was considered attractive, with her light brown
hair and deep blue eyes. Her beauty had attracted men who were
suave, handsome -- and ultimately rotten. There had been her high
school sweetheart, Allie's father, who had broken up with her as
soon as he found out she was pregnant. Hannah had also been an
accident, although with a man she had been seeing for a year. He
too split when he found there was a baby involved. She had had
serious relationships with a few in between and a few since.
Allie's and Hannah's fathers had been handsome men, and her
daughters were even more beautiful than she was.
 
"Roger is very wealthy. He could afford to buy this island, and
he supports all of us. Oh, we export a little in the way of
top-of-the-line exotic jellies, a few carved items, but that's
mostly to keep us feeling busy and useful. A few women do
piecework editing online.
 
"Roger adores lovely women and pretty girls, and we're here
because he likes our company."
 
"So, when he enjoys our company is he enjoying more than looking
at us? Is that the catch?"
 
"Some of us enjoy his company in other ways too," Jane said,
shifting in her seat.

Nancy was suddenly alert. So this was the catch.

"He is a very charming man, as you saw in his make-believe play.
The bigger girls love playing cards with him, or basketball or
softball. They love the way he plays with them in the ocean. You
should hear him sing while he plays his guitar, and he's a very
good dancer. He really listens when we women have something to
discuss. Now, those of us who accept his advances tend to go back
for more when they find out what a good lover he is. Still, it's
always our choice."

"And that's why people leave? Because they don't want to sleep
with him?"
 
"He has never asked anyone to leave because she didn't. There are
several women here who don't do anything with him."

"Why didn't Roger's people mention this small detail before we
signed up?"

"It's not ideal, but I should think it's obvious. If you ask a
woman, 'Want to join a harem?' they'll just say no. If you bring
them here and let them see how it works in practice, what the
setting is like, they are more open-minded. The quarantine time
and a vacation here are usually a welcome respite for our
candidates in any case."
 
Nancy could see all that. She paused for just a moment. "Roger
may be a good lover, but if I hear you right he's sleeping with
different women all the time. How do you stand it?"

Jane was about to speak, but the girls returned just then.

Allie sensed that her reappearance had ended a conversation.
"What are you talking about, mommy?"
 
"I'll tell you later, honey," said Nancy.
 
At the end of the hour's tour, Jane led them back to their rooms.
Nancy was thankful for the time to rest and unpack. A half hour
later Jane stopped by to check on them, and said Roger was
interested in coming to say hello at 4:30 if they had no
objections.

Nancy couldn't help feeling nervous. She made sure she and the
girls were dressed neatly and their hair combed.
 
They had left the door to the corridor open, but Roger knocked
anyway. As soon as he walked into the room, Nancy felt a magnetic
presence.
 
"You must be Nancy," he said with a warm smile. He gently took
her hand and pressed it to his lips with a slight bow. "You are
truly beautiful," he said. Not once did his eyes stray below her
neck.
 
"Hello, Allie," he said quietly.
 
The girl looked uncomfortable and looked away.
 
"I hope to get to know you better some day, maybe," he said
respectfully.
 
He then sank onto one knee. "And are you Hannah, by any chance?'
he asked.
 
The little girl smiled.
 
"How'd you like a hug from Uncle Roger?" he asked sweetly. "Yes?"
he asked brightly, holding his arms out a little. "Or no," he
said sadly, looking down. "Yes?" he asked once again. "Or no," he
said, slumping, "Or yes?"
 
Nancy was surprised to see her younger daughter smile and rush
into his arms. Roger enfolded her and laughed. Hannah wasn't
terribly shy, but she had never see her embrace a stranger ten
seconds after meeting him.
 
"Ooo, so nice to meet you!" he said. He stroked her hair gently.
 
After a moment Nancy noticed her daughter stiffen just a little
-- it was very subtle. Roger seemed to sense it too because he
let her go at once. She stepped back a step.
 
"Pleased to meet you," he said, extending his hand for an
ordinary handshake. Hannah took it with a smile.
 
He truly had charisma, Nancy decided.
 
As the community gathered for their evening meal, Nancy estimated
there must be a hundred and fifty girls and women at least. A
number of them looked at her and her girls with open curiosity. A
woman Nancy came later to know as Karen silenced the crowd. A
little girl stood and proudly said, "For what we are about to
receive may we be truly thankful," which introduced a few moments
of silence. Karen made a few short announcements, then yielded
the floor to Jane, who rose to introduce the newcomers. There
were murmurs of greetings.
 
Roger didn't sit at some head table on a dais, as Nancy half
expected. Instead, he spent the meal rotating among the tables.
He'd stop behind one woman's chair to give her a brief backrub as
she sat, bend to give another a kiss on the cheek -- on more than
one occasion the woman turned to offer her lips instead. He sat
next to the little ones. He put his arm around a few of the
tweens, tickled a few younger ones, and got his meal by getting
delighted four-year-olds to offer him a spoon of something on
their plates. He stopped by to say hi to Nancy and her girls, but
was reserved and just smiled and listened as they answered his
friendly questions.

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Roger asked Nancy the next day if she would join him for a
private dinner that evening. She said flat out that she wasn't
going to sleep with him, and he accepted that graciously. He said
that although he would find that prospect exciting, he would be
entirely happy with just her company. The two of them attended
the normal group dinner but ate little. He made the rounds as he
had the night before.
 
His private dining room was up the hill a little, so she had a
view out over the ocean. The starched tablecloth and napkins, the
beautiful china, the wine and the delicacies all had a powerful
effect on her. She felt attractive in the white dress she had
chosen for the occasion, and Roger was handsome and more charming
than ever. He was as good a dancer as Jane had said, and she
realized it would be very easy to accept any invitation he made
to go back to his place -- wherever that might be. It was very
tempting to suggest it herself!

He led her out onto a porch to a swing built for two, and they
gently rocked as they watched the moon rise over the ocean.
 
On most promising dates, she would have been trying to find a
graceful way to ask if he was seeing anybody else. A number of
her men had lied and slept around, so it was a sore subject with
her. This evening there was no need. Roger certainly slept
around, but he didn't try to hide it. Still, she thought she'd
ask.
 
"So, if I slept with you tonight, who would you sleep with
tomorrow night?"
 
"You," he said without hesitation.
 
For a moment, Nancy felt that old surge of feeling -- he loved
her! He would be hers forever! But of course it was an illusion.
Was he going to leave her with that impression?
 
"But within a few days I'd sleep with other women again. But I
don't think I'd ever forget how wonderful you are."
 
"Do you tell every woman how wonderful she is?"
 
"No, only the ones I think are truly wonderful."
 
"And does that happen to be all the women you bring here?"
 
"It's no accident. I reviewed the video of you and your girls
before I agreed to let you come. If I hadn't found you especially
attractive, you wouldn't be here."
 
Nancy thought a moment. "How special can we all be if you find so
many women attractive? Dozens and dozens of them?"
 
"I'm not entirely sure," he said. "I guess I have a lot of love
to give. I do know that when I'm with a woman, I feel she is very
special."
 
"What about when you get tired of her?"
 
"I don't get tired of her."
 
"OK..." said Nancy doubtfully. "You have dozens of women who seem
to adore you. Aren't they jealous?"
 
"Yeah, there's a little jealousy. Two thirds of the people who
come here leave within a few weeks. I think the women who stay
aren't the strongly jealous types so much. When they're with
other women who are all in the same situation and have accepted
it, they find it easier to deal with it too.

"You do ooze charm," she said. "With all these women who have the
hots for you, how do they get enough attention? There are maybe
40 women, so there must be long periods of drought."

"I go to bed with women several times a day," he said. "I think
all the women here get as much attention from me as they want, or
almost as much."

"Several times a day? Are you a sex addict?"

Roger paused and turned a little to face her. "Let me tell you a
story. I made a lot of money selling an internet company. You
know how there are motivational speakers who tell you you should
go for your dream? Not be deterred by any obstacles? Don't assume
anything is impossible?"

It sounded vaguely familiar to Nancy, but irrelevant at best. She
had struggled to achieve some very modest dreams.

"Well, my dream was to sleep with lots of beautiful women. So I
bought this island, and went in search of women who would be
motivated to try something unusual -- women who weren't in such
good situations. It took several tries, but I found a few. Then I
found more. And here I am!"

"You built a harem."

"I don't really like that word, because to me it implies
coercion. I built a community of women who freely choose this
lifestyle."

Nancy was silent for a few seconds.

He changed his tone of voice. "What I'd love now is to touch you
more."
 
"No, thanks, I don't think so."
 
She accepted his goodnight hug. He offered her a kiss, but she
turned it down. She bet he would be a wonderful kisser, and she
would be sorely tempted to give in.
 
That night she lay in bed with Allie on one side and Hannah on
the other. When she was sure they were asleep, she quietly
masturbated for the first time in a long time, reliving her
wonderful evening.
 
She got a contraceptive injection the next day from the clinic,
just to be on the safe side. Two daughters was plenty.
 
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Allie and Hannah had found some kids to hang out with and were
eating breakfast at another table. Nancy listened to the
conversation among the women at her table.
 
"Since the new girl here," a woman with a long nose said,
gesturing to Nancy, "turned him down, Gail was the really lucky
one. He did her last and came in her, and then they fell asleep
together."
 
"Oh, that lucky Gail!" said a redhead.
 
"She doesn't want it that often, but she likes to do it when she
can have a lot of his attention."
 
"Well, she got it this time!"
 
"But he made love to me first. His tongue was so great last
night, and I nearly faint every time I see him about to slide it
in. Abby and couple of the others were watching, and that turns
me on too. Hope I didn't scare them; I think I was pretty loud
when I came. Do you still go to the doggy sessions?"
 
"Yeah, I'm going to one today."
 
"I went a couple times last week. Boy, it felt good."
 
"Excuse me," Nancy broke in. "What's a doggy session?"
 
The women turned to her. After a brief pause, the readhead said,
"Some of us like to have dates with him and all, but some of us
are just so horny we want it a lot. So a couple times a day a
whole bunch of women get together and he'll do us all. He wears
this silly doggy hat, but he'll do every woman doggy style."
 
"And there are lots of women who like it?" Nancy asked.
 
"You've never had it doggy style like he does it, I bet," said
long nose.
 
The redhead said, "Yeah, he caresses you, nibbles your ear, uses
his fingers on your nipples, then when he slides in, he's wearing
this vibrator ring around his cock, and when he presses in all
the way -- oh jeez."
 
Long nose said, "Hey, I was going to do some gardening this
morning! You're getting me all wet thinking about it!"
 
"Well, cover your ears!"
 
The woman stuck her tongue out good-naturedly.
 
The redhead continued, "And he gets about four women in a room at
once, usually. I think most of us find it really sexy to see him
humping away on one of our friends. You get to see his cock going
in and out in a way you never can when you're being the bitch."
 
A third woman said, "And his face..."

"Then when he's done with one room of four women, he heads off to
another and the four of us laze around in post-orgasmic bliss
before getting up to let another group of four come in and get
ready."

"Wait -- this guy comes like sixteen times in a row?"

"Oh, he doesn't usually come. He fakes a lot of his orgasms -- we
know and he knows we know, but we don't care."

"It's special to get the real thing," said the third woman.
 
Redhead said, "But -- what's your name again?"

"Nancy."

"Right. You didn't got to bed with him last night."
 
"No, I mean, I'm not used to sharing a guy. Some of my
relationships I found out the guy was sleeping with other women,
and I wanted to kill him."
 
"Most of us have been there, too, honey," said the redhead.
 
"Here it's all out in the open," said long nose. "And we're all
in it together. But he took you up to his hillside place, right?
Lobster salad? White wine? Dancing?"
 
"Yeah, all that."
 
"Now *that* can make us jealous."
 
"Yeah, and you wasted it!" put in the redhead.
 
"So, you're not going to sleep with him?" said long nose.
 
"I don't know. It feels creepy."
 
"What's waiting for you back in the States?"
 
She saw Nancy's face fall. "Figured. Most of us don't have much
back there."
 
"But I can stay here and not have sex with him, right?"
 
Nancy sensed an unease around the table. "You can, yeah, you can.
But you won't," said the woman with the long nose.
 
"Why not?"
 
"It just never works out, somehow."
 
Unsure just how she felt, she said, "Well, I did get myself a
contraceptive shot this morning."
 
"That's a girl!" said the redhead.
 
"You're on the right track, honey!"

As the other women got up to leave, the one who had spoken least
stayed behind. "Back in the world we left behind, the usual
two-timing jerk is a jerk in two ways. One, he's sleeping with
another woman. Two, he's lying to you -- about being true and
about how you're the most beautiful woman in the world."

Nancy nodded in recognition.

"Here he's honest. When he's with you, he really does think
you're beautiful, and that's exciting. But he doesn't pretend he
won't find someone else just as wonderful the next day. The
question is how much you mind that he's sleeping around when the
lying part isn't there any more."

She paused. "And there's something else. He is so very nice to
us, and I think most of us love him. You can just see the
gratitude on his face, and we just love making him happy."
 
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It was shortly after supper, and Nancy was down at the beach,
sitting on a chair thinking as she watched the sun set. She was
aware of a person approaching, and found her heart thumping when
she realized it was Roger. "Hi Nancy, want to take a walk on the
beach with me?"
 
"OK," she said, trying to contain her excitement.
 
As they walked he took her hand gently.
 
In the conversation he asked about her childhood, skirting around
the unpleasant parts somehow. He really was a good listener.
 
After a while she decided to be direct. "You still want to sleep
with me?"
 
"Oh, yes, Nancy, very much -- that is, if you want to."
 
"But you were doing doggy clubs this afternoon? With dozens of
women."
 
"That's right, I was."
 
"And you'll do more tomorrow?"
 
"Probably. You can focus on that if you want. Most women who are
happy here focus on the moment. Yes, I'm not going to be true to
you, if that's what you want to know. Say, did you ever have any
one-night stands? Ones where you knew from the start you'd never
see the guy again? Any you felt good about?"
 
She had, actually. One in particular came to mind, and she
smiled.
 
"So you can look at it as a one-night stand."
 
He turned to her, the setting sun illuminating just half of his
face. She didn't shy back when his face approached hers, and he
gave her the tiniest kiss. He waited a few seconds before
touching lips gently again. The kisses became passionate, and it
seemed his hands were all over her head and neck and back, in
just the right places. He gently slid one hand in to caress her
right breast. She looked up and down the beach. There were a few
girls a hundred yard away smiling at them, and she caught a
couple women stealing glances.
 
"Can we go to your place?" she asked. In her room, Allie or
Hannah might show up at any time.
 
"Sure," he said, and led her in from the beach to a little cabin
not a hundred yards away.
 
"This is your house?" she asked.
 
"I have many houses," he said. "I assumed what you wanted was a
comfortable, private place."
 
Inside it was clean and airy, the bed sheets fresh.
 
She couldn't later recall just what happened. Her clothes somehow
disappeared so smoothly that she didn't feel them going, because
at the same time he was kissing and stroking her everywhere. He
seemed to lose his clothes in a similarly mysterious manner, and
she was soon face to face with his muscular, hairy chest as they
stood. Below, his cock stood out. It looked like a totally
average cock. She dimly remembered that it had been thrusting
into dozens of different pussies lately, but she put it out of
her mind. It was a one-night stand.
 
In no time they were both naked and lying on the bed. Her body
was on fire. She was wet and hot and ready to receive him, but he
changed the script.
 
"I'd really like to love your privates with my tongue," he said.
"Would you like that?"
 
Only three men among her dozens of lovers had ever offered that.
In two cases it hadn't really even felt that good. The other one
was that same one-night stand she had imagined earlier. She
smiled.
 
"Here, lie on your side, and I'll lie next to you. It's a 69
position, but I'm not expecting you to do anything," he said.
"Though I wouldn't mind," he added with a grin.
 
She looked at the erect cock a foot from her face. It was
circumcised and looked clean, though she knew it had been
plunging in and out of dozens of welcoming wet pussies during the
day. She touched it lightly and felt it twitch. Wherever it had
been, it was with her now, and before long it would be plunging
into her pussy, a thought that made her loins surge with heat.

She was aware of him lifting her leg and zooming in on her
privates. She felt his tongue licking her inner lips. Then he
found her clitoris, and her pleasure began in earnest. She was
also aware of fingers around and inside her pussy. She didn't
understand just what he was licking and how, but the overall
effect was magnificent. In under a minute she felt her orgasm
building, and as it did, she popped Roger's cock tip into her
mouth. She was going to swirl her tongue, but the sensations in
her own loins were too powerful for her to concentrate. She
seized with a powerful orgasm, a purer pleasure than she had ever
felt before. His cock fell out of her mouth as she shrieked her
pleasure. As she lay panting, she was aware of a couple people
outside clapping and some good-natured laughter. She saw that the
high windows were open. She found she didn't mind, though.
 
Roger flipped around.
 
"Nancy, glad you liked that," he grinned. "I would love to slide
my cock into you, would you like that?" he asked urgently.
 
"Yes!" she said, sliding flat onto her back and spreading her
legs wide for him. She watched his intent expression as he lined
up his cock and slid it slowly into her wet pussy. He held
himself up on his hands above her, looking with desire and
happiness into her eyes. He then let his gaze wander down her
body to where their pubic mats rubbed together as he pumped her
with long, smooth strokes, then back up past her breasts to her
face. She felt deeply appreciated.
 
It was like that woman had said. Nancy wanted more than anything
to make him happy. He had of course just given her immense
pleasure, but it wasn't just a desire to repay the favor. Perhaps
it was another aspect of his charisma that she wanted nothing
more in the world than to make this experience magnificent for
him. She didn't know what would do that, but she started by
rubbing his chest gently with one hand and stroking his cheek
with the other. "That is so, so nice Roger," she said, and
realized it was true. The way his pubic bone pressed against her
clit when his cock was in her all the way was just right, as was
the speed. "What would you like best?" she asked.
 
"It's perfect just the way it is. Let me pleasure you again,
though -- that would be nice."
 
This dear, sweet man! In under a minute she felt the waves
building in herself and she shrieked once more as her orgasm
possessed her. When she opened her eyes she saw him grinning down
at her, aware that he had slowed his strokes but his cock
remained very hard.
 
Then his strokes took on a different rhythm. It felt great to
her, but she sensed it was a rhythm he chose to maximize his own
pleasure, flurries of very quick strokes followed by a deep
plunge into her all the way. But having recovered from her second
orgasm, she returned once again to wanting peak pleasure for him.
She could feel it building, feel his cock expanding, and hear him
gasping, "Oh God, Nancy, oh man, Oh jeez, oh!"
 
She squeezed him hard with her pussy just then, and he went
silent, his eyes opening wide as he thrust frantically. She knew
he was coming in her, and the thrill of it sent her into another
orgasm, a little one.
 
Keeping his cock inside her, he lay down, his weight off to the
side a little, then grinned at her and kissed her passionately.
 
She felt totally fulfilled, warm and happy, so she was delighted
when he asked, "Want to nap a little while?"
 
She gave a gentle murmur of assent. The next thing she knew she
heard a gentle voice outside the cabin. "Nancy? Are you in there
Nancy?" It was Jane.
 
"Yeah, I'm here!" she said.
 
"Allie and Hannah wanted to know if you would come sleep with
them."
 
"Oh, are they OK?" she asked, suddenly feeling very guilty for
indulging her own pleasure without tending to her girls.
 
"Oh, no, they've been fine, they just wanted to know if you'd be
back for bedtime."
 
"Sure, of course," she said. A look at the clock told her that
she and Roger had napped with bodies intertwined for an hour and
a half!
 
Roger woke and stretched, then hugged her again and kissed her.
 
It was by far the best sex she had ever had in her life. Then the
context of their little one-night stand came back into focus. He
would be off to have sex with others.
 
"When can I see you again?" she asked with the vulnerable
innocence of a teenager.
 
"Tomorrow," he said, and smiled. "Not every day, though." After a
pause, he said, "Not quite a one-night stand, then?" he asked.
 
She just smiled and hugged him.

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Roger came up behind the woman as she folded laundry.

"Hi, Ida," he said, his cock rising.

"Oh, hi, Roger!" she said.

He slid his hand around to her front and fondled her right
breast, paying special attention to her nipple. As he leaned over
her he took a deep sniff of her hair.

"You mind pulling your jeans down a little?" he asked.

"For you, I'd be happy to," she said.

His other hand reached around to cup her womanly parts. He then
worked her lips apart with his fingers while he found her pussy
hole with his middle and slid it up deep inside her body. He knew
that in general she was up for this kind of play and would tell
him if she wasn't in the mood for some reason.

"Mmmm, Roger," she said. "That's nice. You can put something
bigger up there too if you want."

"Maybe later," he said.

Freeing his hands he grabbed her hips and pressed against her
rear with a few dry humps. She stuck out her rear to encourage
him.

The laundry was next to the kitchen with no doorway between. "Hi
Roger!" said the kitchen crew. "Looks like he's horny!" said one,
seeing the bulge in his pants.

Chloe had her front to the counter where she was cutting
vegetables. Roger knelt behind her and slid his hands up under
her dress.

"Oh, you naughty man!" she said jokingly, spreading her legs so
he could get at her better up underneath.

He pressed against her womanly parts through her panties, but
soon rose.

Val was washing dishes, but when Roger looked up she had hitched
her dress up around her hips to show her bare rear end. She was
undulating it in a slow fucking motion. She was the one.

"Oh, shit, Val," he muttered. He pushed some boxes and vegetables
back on a counter to make space.

Val smiled and slid one hand underneath to arouse herself quickly
with some fingerwork. The women reported they all felt a little
arousal whenever Roger just walked into a room, but she needed a
little more.

"Over here," he said, leading her to the counter. "Dress off," he
said. Val sat on the counter, pussy right at the edge and legs
spread wide while Roger pulled down his shorts and briefs.

Val looked at him lovingly. He caressed her face and fondled both
breasts, but he was not in for a lot of lovemaking. He wanted a
fuck.

"Yes, Roger, yes!" murmured Val.

"Go for it, Roger!" said Chloe. All three of the other women in
the room stopped what they were doing to watch.

Roger slid his cock up Val's pussy. He started thrusting inside
the young woman urgently as she look at him.

"Oh, Val, Oh!" he said after 30 seconds, as his cock spurted
semen up into the girl.

He withdrew, his face awash in pleasure.

Val was beaming at him with adoration. "You can stop by for a
quick fuck any time."

Roger pulled up his pants and patted her knee before walking out.
Lovemaking was great, but so were quickies. That was part of his
dream, to fuck willing women at pretty much any time and place.


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Chapter 2 -- Hannah
 
Hannah was having a great time. She had been accepted by a group
of a half dozen girls pretty much her age. They raced through the
woods and played on the swings and slide. They looked at picture
books and read haltingly but got an older girl to read them a
story.
 
When it was time to go swimming, all the other girls whipped off
their shorts and T-shirts and went in naked. Although she felt a
little uncomfortable at first, Hannah took off her own clothes
and ran into the water to splash and play with them. When they
were done swimming, the girls simply put on their loose clothing
over their wet bodies. Bodies and clothes soon dried in the
tropical sun.
 
Laura didn't wear clothes at all in any case, and Zoe wore just
shorts and nothing on top.
 
On her third day on the island, the girls went back to the same
porch that had held the castle setup two days before, with the
cardboard boxes and sheets. They began moving the boxes around to
match their imaginations. All the girls except Laura dug into the
dress-up box and outfitted themselves as princesses and began
playing.
 
"I wonder if he's going to come," said Zoe.
 
No one answered, and they began their make-believe. Hannah was
assigned the role of servant girl, which wouldn't have been her
first choice.
 
Suddenly Roger appeared. "Hello, girls!" he said.
 
"Hi, Roger!" they all shouted back.
 
"What should I play today, a mouse?" he asked.
 
"No, silly, the king!" said Zoe, echoed by a couple others.
 
"Well, OK," he said, and donned his crown.

As Sarah went by in pink princess dress, the king reached out to
hold her around the middle. His hand then slid up under her dress
for several seconds. Sarah giggled a little. When he released her
she went on her way. He lay on his back and tugged Zoe by the
wrist to sit on his chest, then lie on him. He began kissing her.
Not just little pecks, but long smooches. His hands were all over
her back and neck and hair, and then he slid one up under her
light blue princess dress, which rode up. Hannah could see him
squeezing her little butt, then working his fingers around inside
her panties.
 
She had never seen play quite like that, and she thought it
wasn't right. Her amazement and discomfort continued as the scene
unfolded in front of her.
 
"I think the king is feeling lovey today," Sarah announced.
 
"Oh, maybe, we'll see," said Roger, letting Zoe go. He went back
to being a king, much as he had the first day.
 
Naked as always, Laura was being a dragon. The king fought her
off but then caught her by the feet and dragged her up to him. He
began sliding his hands all over the girl, including swirling
around her chest. "Now you're a lion cub, and the daddy lion is
going to lick you clean!" he announced.
 
Laura smiled and lay in Roger's lap. The man began licking her
all over, starting with face, ears and neck. He proceeded to lick
her paws and legs, but spent a long time licking her chest. To
Hannah's amazement, he lowered his lips to her private parts and
started licking there.

Laura smiled. "You like that, Mr. Lion?" she said quietly. "Good
daddy lion!" She said and petted him.
 
Zoe said, "The lion's got a hard penis," looking at the bulge in
Roger's pants. "You want to show us your penis?" she asked.
 
"Not yet, thanks," Roger said, briefly looking up from his
intense licking right inside Laura's crack.
 
Roger lifted his head, stretched and looked around. "I'm looking
for some princes. Are any of you a prince in disguise?"
 
"No," the girls said in unison.
 
"Still, I've got to check."
 
He nabbed little Ava, and brought her to his lap crosswise and
face down. He lifted her dress up to reveal her panties. He
pulled them down and gave her a few playful slaps, then slid
underneath to fondle her crack. Hannah could see him rubbing
gently. "No, this one doesn't have a penis, she's got little girl
parts, so she must be a princess."

He found Sarah where she stood and motioned for her to stay that
way. Sarah smiled as he slid his hand up under her princess
dress. Hannah supposed he was sliding his hand inside her panties
too. Soon he announced that she had a little slit and a vagina,
so she must not be a prince either.
 
Zoe got her treatment, and finally the quiet Rachel. After
fondling their privates, he announced that none of them was a
prince.
 
"What about Hannah?" asked Zoe.
 
"Oh, Hannah!" said Roger. "Hi there."
 
"Aren't you going to check her for a penis too?"
 
"No, probably not, Hannah's new to being a princess. Come here,
Hannah," he said quietly.
 
"Let's see how I can touch you," he said. He reached out and
touched the end of his middle finger against hers, then pulled
back quickly as if he had gotten an electric shock. "Was that
OK?" he asked.
 
Hannah nodded and smiled briefly.
 
He then took her hand gently in his and stroked it with the
other, then brought her gently towards him and reached around to
stroke her back. He reached up to kiss her ear, and Hannah
giggled and shied back momentarily. He then took her face in his
two hands and gently brought it towards him for a serious kiss,
but Hannah pulled away.
 
"OK, guess not that!" he said with a smile. "What about down
here?" He discovered that Hannah didn't mind his playing with her
feet and calves, but her knees were off limits.
 
"OK, Hannah," said Roger. "I enjoyed touching you the ways I
did."
 
"Maybe she's the prince in disguise!" said Laura.
 
"Yeah, let's look for her penis," said Zoe.
 
"No," said Roger firmly. "Hannah doesn't want that. No one gets
touched any way she doesn't like, right?"
 
"Right," murmured a few girls.
 
"Can we see your penis now?" asked Laura.
 
"Oh, OK," he said. He stripped quickly out of his T-shirt and
shorts. Hannah was shocked to see the long, large organ that
stuck out from between his legs. He lay on his back with legs
spread wide, holding himself up on his elbows to see what was
happening below.
 
"Penis, penis, penis!" chanted the girls. One hand grabbed it and
moved it back and forth like a windshield wiper.
 
Laura straddled him and rubbed her little slit back and forth
along his penis. "Unnh, unnh, unnh!" she said going back and
forth. "Oh Roger, aaaahhh!" she said as the culmination to her
pretend passion before collapsing on him.

The other girls all giggled as they pulled her off. Zoe mounted
him facing the other way and did a similar, "Oh, Roger, fuck me
harder! Oh Roger, oh, oh, aaahhh!" and shrieked, making all the
other girls laugh before she collapsed too.
 
Rachel knelt by his side and took the tip of Roger's penis into
her mouth, causing him to sigh contentedly. He reached out with
one hand and gently stroked Laura's rear end.
 
"Balls, balls, balls," said Zoe, hefting the organs in their sac.
 
"You like that, Roger?" said Rachel as she lifted her head off.
 
"Oh yes, I liked that a lot," the man said.
 
Laura took a turn with Roger's penis in her month, bobbing up and
down, before Zoe took a turn too.
 
"That's so nice," said Roger. "But the king must be off! But
first, he must kiss the peepee spots of all the princesses to
wish them a happy girlhood." He sat on the floor. One by one the
princesses all came forward with dresses raised and panties down
and stood in front of him while he nuzzled each set of labia with
his nose and then kissed them.
 
"Goodbye, fair princesses, until we meet again!"
 
"Bye, King Roger!" said the girls.
 
The girls reassembled their clothing and resumed their play with
the castle.
 
"So, Hannah, are you going to be a princess or a prissy wuss?"
asked Laura.
 
"Huh?"
 
"Some new girls are prissies and don't let Roger touch them all
over."
 
"My mommy told me men shouldn't touch me like that."
 
"Yeah, mommies all said that when we lived back in the USA," said
Zoe.
 
"But he's so nice to us, and he likes touching us so much," said
Rachel quietly.
 
"Yeah, it's part of what we do to thank him for everything fun he
does," put in Sarah. "He never does anything that hurts. Body
touch is kind of fun."
 
"And when he puts his tongue down there and snuggles it inside,
it feels kind of good in a special way," said Laura.
 
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When Hannah described her afternoon session to Nancy, she was
initially shocked. Roger was a pedophile! A coldness lay in her
stomach. But she realized that there had been signs. His hands
were all over the girls at dinnertime. Did she really think that
only mothers with daughters came to the island if all he was
going to do was look at the young ones?
 
"So, Jane," she said. "Roger fondles the little girls too."
 
"Yes, that's right."
 
"You just never mentioned that small detail before? No one
mentioned it before we left New York?"
 
"I trust Roger didn't do anything with Hannah she didn't want,
right?"
 
Nancy sat silent. Hannah hadn't reported anything like that.
 
"If you ask Allie I bet she'll say the same."
 
"Do you have a daughter he does that to?"
 
"Yes, I do. My daughter is Zoe, the one who goes around topless
all the time. I think Hannah has latched on to her group."
 
"And she doesn't mind? You don't mind?"
 
"No. But I think you should talk to Mary Ann," she said. "Mary
Ann was the first one. Her daughter Kira was the first one he
played with."

"What about the small matter of it being against the law?"

"The main island you flew in to has jurisdiction over this little
one, and their laws are more permissive. Roger also has an
understanding with them."

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Mary Ann appeared at Nancy's room after dinner that evening.

"Is your mind made up? Are you going back to New York?"
 
"No, I'm still deciding," Nancy said, feeling a little guilty
that she was hesitating before packing up and leaving.
 
"Shall we take a walk?" asked Mary Ann.
 
When they were down on the beach, she asked, "So, without getting
into details, how do you feel about going back to the US?"
 
"Not good at all," said Nancy, who had forgotten in the past few
days the misery she had escaped from.

"I didn't like the idea either. When Roger talked about wanting
to touch the little girls, I was shocked too, but I decided to
hear him out. I knew from the beginning that if Kira was going to
be damaged by anything, I would go back." She paused and looked
off across the water. "Though I had to keep in mind the damage
she might suffer back in the US. If I went back, Kira would go
the custody of her father, who had a very expensive lawyer. He's
an awful man, and I'm not just saying that out of spite. She
would just sob her little heart out in my arms when she came back
from weekends with him."
 
"I'm so sorry," said Nancy.
 
"Thanks," Mary Ann said, waving her hand to indicate she was
through with that subject.
 
"Roger didn't offer to just keep the two of you here without
abusing your daughter?"
 
"No, that he didn't do. He said it made him feel a little guilty,
but he wasn't going to just run a charity. Yeah, he's not a
saint.
 
"I was strongly motivated to have an open mind. So Roger met with
me and explained that he had known he had this desire for a long
time. The wealth he had earned from selling his internet company
gave him freedom to pursue his dream. He thought it might be
possible to find a way to live out his fantasy without any girl
getting hurt. He made it clear that no way back in the US would
he do anything inappropriate with a girl; he cared about their
welfare too much."
 
They had reached the end of the sandy beach, but a path appeared
to lead them not far inland from the rocky shore. The waves
breaking against the rocks made a different sound.
 
"I decided to believe in his intentions," she said. "I decided he
was a good man with a forbidden desire. I was skeptical that he
could do anything without Kira getting upset, but I decided to
give it a try.
 
"I was there with them and he explained the situation to her. I'm
not sure she took in everything, but you could tell she
appreciated the respect he showed her -- and I think she
understood more than I would have thought. She already adored him
-- you've seen how he plays with the kids.

"I decided to evaluate every single thing he did, one step at a
time. He slowly reached his hand out to touch the front of her
dress over her chest. It was hard for me to watch that forbidden
act; alarm bells went off! Kira looked over at me. It was hard
for me to smile and nod, but I did. So Kira just shrugged. He
said it made him so happy to touch her there, we could both see
it on his face, and I could see her smile to know she could do
that for him. So he caressed her there for some time. I couldn't
really think of what was wrong with it, other than my gut
feeling. It was making him happy and Kira liked that. It didn't
hurt her physically."
 
Nancy was having trouble imagining this strange scenario.

Jane continued, "I stopped things there and took time to think
about it. I hashed it out with Roger. We were already lovers, and
he was just as charming then as he is now. I wondered if my
judgment was influenced by the passion I felt for him, but I
don't really think so."
 
"When you first slept with him, did you think he was going to be
exclusive with you?"
 
"No, he already had a couple women with him, though they didn't
have children."
 
The path rose to a little lookout over some large rocks.
 
"Once Kira got the idea that naughty play was OK if she liked it,
other inhibitions fell away. She was fascinated to see his look
of ecstasy as his hands slipped up under her dress. He was very
gentle, and she didn't really mind anything. But once he squeezed
her nipple a little too hard, and she jumped back. He stopped at
once, and he was very apologetic.
 
"She told me she liked it sometimes, the same way she'd like a
backrub, but there was nothing that sounded like sexual feelings.
Occasionally she got a little bored. I decided it was a lot less
distress than she used to feel from something as simple as
getting water in her eyes when I washed her hair.
 
"Yeah, we were the first pair. He told me much later that Kira
and I were the seventh mother-daughter pair he had brought here
-- the other six mothers had all refused his proposal. But once
he had Kira as living proof of what he wanted, more stayed. The
mothers could watch him with Kira and see how she took it
matter-of-factly. They could see the affection between them then
and at other times. They didn't see Kira coming alive sexually in
a way that would feel all wrong, and they didn't see her getting
all passive as if she was blocking out something unpleasant. She
was just reacting in an ordinary way while this guy rubbed her
panties, stroked gently inside, sucked her little nipples and
kissed her -- among other things. The mothers could see it, their
daughters could see it, and the mothers could see their daughters
seeing it."
 
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"Hello, Hannah, how are you?" Roger asked brightly.
 
"Fine."
 
"Are you enjoying your stay here on the island."
 
"Yeah."
 
"What can I do for you?"
 
Hannah opened her mouth, but no words came out.
 
"Let me guess. Are you willing for me to touch you some of those
places you didn't want before?"
 
Hannah looked down but nodded.
 
"That's wonderful! Are you sure?"
 
Hannah nodded uncertainly.
 
"You know, every little girl here was new at one point, so I've
seen a lot. I have an idea. I bet those other girls are giving
you a hard time about how you wouldn't let me touch you."
 
Hannah gave a big nod.
 
"So why don't the two of us go off to a room somewhere, and then
if you don't want to do anything, they won't be there to give you
a hard time. And I'll never tell what you let me do and what you
didn't. And we'll have your mommy in a room nearby so you can run
to her if you get uncomfortable."
 
Hannah liked the idea. She really could say no, and the other
girls wouldn't give her a hard time!
 
Allie had started sleeping in her own room, but Hannah still
slept with her mother at night. Hannah had her own room waiting
for her, though, and Roger suggested they meet there.
 
Roger played cards with her, and listened as she told about her
favorite things she'd been doing on the island. She talked about
the bedbugs and cold back in New York, and somehow he made her
feel better about all that. He said he was sorry the other girls
had given her a hard time.
 
Then he had her sit on the edge of the bed. She had been happy to
wear the clothes he had suggested, a dark blue buttoned blouse
and a white skirt.
 
He looked her up and down. "Hannah, you are so beautiful. I'm so
happy to be with you. The other girls are beautiful too, of
course. But right now I'm with you and I'm thrilled, especially
because I've never touched you in those ways before."
 
He knelt on the floor and rubbed her feet. "Such perfect toes!"
he exclaimed, but he was soon on to her calves, massaging them
and running his fingers up and down them appreciatively. "Such
perfect skin and lovely calves..."
 
Hannah looked down. Her feet and calves looked just the way they
always had before. They looked like everybody else's. But Roger
saw something else and he truly was thrilled. He got as far as
her knees but stopped at the hem of her dress. "Maybe up there a
little ways later, if you let me," he said, before turning his
attention to her fingers, kissing each one, moving her hand all
different ways and kissing it. Her blouse had long sleeves, so he
couldn't get at her arms.

He then clambered up on the bed behind her and began stroking her
back.
 
"Shoulder blades... backbone," he said, sliding his hands over
each through her shirt.
 
"Such beautiful hair!" he said, stroking it gently.
 
He began nibbling her ear and kissing her cheek. It tickled, and
Hannah shied back with a little giggle.
 
So far he hadn't touched any forbidden areas, but now he moved
around to sit beside her and took her hands. "Would you mind if I
touched your chest, Hannah? I'd really like to -- but it's up to
you."
 
"OK," she said, a little nervous.
 
As he stroked the front of her buttoned shirt, sighing with
obvious pleasure, it felt like just an ordinary part of her. If
it meant so much to him to touch it, then why not? Soon he was
carefully undoing the buttons of her blouse, one by one, pausing
after each to peek inside, smiling each time at what he saw.
 
He had her shrug out of her shirt and then caressed the arms that
had been covered with cloth before, then massaged her back and
her front again. His hands were everywhere. It felt kind of nice,
if she forgot that she'd always been taught she wasn't supposed
to let him do this.
 
He then had her lie on her back on the bed, arms up as if she
were surrendering, legs together, and he slowly worked his hands
up her inner thighs. Her legs were closed and blocked his
progress up her thighs. He gently spread them apart a little and
returned to his caress of her inner thighs. As he got a little
higher they blocked his progress again, and he opened them a
little wider. She got the idea and just opened them all the way.
She heard him gasp as he touched the fabric of her panties.
 
He then moved more quickly, flipping her dress up. He tugged her
panties down a half inch and then looked at her questioningly.
She nodded. He slid them down to her ankles. He cupped her little
girl parts with his hand and started rubbing gently.
 
"Can I look inside, Hannah?" he asked urgently.
 
She didn't answer right away, and he didn't take her silence for
consent, but stopped. She knew that if she said no then he
wouldn't.
 
"Is it going to hurt?" she asked.
 
"I'm pretty good at exploring little girl parts," he said with a
smile, "but if anything feels at all bad, just let me know right
away."
 
She felt him gently pulling and pressing, but nothing felt bad,
just as he said. He then lay on the bed with his head between her
legs, a few inches from her private parts, which he was holding
open. "So beautiful, so beautiful," he murmured.
 
"Hannah," he said, looking up at her earnestly. "Could I lick you
a little?"
 
She had seen him do that to Laura the first day, Rachel later.
 
"OK," she said.
 
His expression of happiness moved her. What she was doing was so
simple, yet he liked it so much!
 
As he started licking, first it felt wet, then a little cool
where the wet evaporated, and then she felt it like a stroking.
After a minute she felt something else, something a little
different. It started feeling good. But it made her
uncomfortable; she didn't want to feel that way. So she writhed
her hips and said, "No."
 
He instantly disengaged and his head reappeared.
 
"Oh, that was wonderful!" he said, beaming, though looking
hungry.

Hannah started sitting up, but Roger said, "Wait just a minute to
get dressed. I want to finish feeling happy, OK?" He pulled off
his pants and underpants, exposing his erect penis. He knelt
below her on the bed and began stroking it while looking her body
up and down.

"Oh, Hannah, would it be OK if I poked my penis against your
tummy?"

Hannah shook her head.

"OK," Roger said with a smile. "Well, watch this."

He stood on the floor beside the bed and pointed his cock so she
had a side-on view. He stroked his penis back and forth fast,
feasting his eyes on Hannah's body, and then gave a satisfied
moan. As he did, a few gobs of stuff shot out the end of his cock
onto the floor.

Hannah knew from how the girls talked that stuff came out
sometimes, but she had never seen it actually happen.

"OK, you've been a good girl," he said, wiping his sperm off the
floor with tissues and then dressing.

"Why don't you get dressed and we can play some cards or a game
or something. What would you like?"
 
"More crazy eights!" she said.
 
"Great!" he said.
 
He opened the door and they set about their game. Neither noticed
when Hannah's mother peeked in and smiled. Her daughter certainly
didn't look traumatized!
 
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As soon as Hannah reported that she had let Roger do lots of sexy
things with her, the girls accepted her at once. They had a
little initiation ritual where all the girls got naked, Hannah
lay on her back, and the others, one by one, lay on top of her
and rubbed their little girl lips against hers for a few seconds.
 
Hannah was glad to be part of the group activities after that.
She was proud to show off how happy Roger got when he was playing
with her. They could all tell that Roger liked her best, though
he tried to act impartial.
 
Laura caught Hannah alone a few days later and in a low voice
asked, "Do you want to be in the order of the dirty panties?"
 
"What's that?"
 
"Zoe and me and Rachel are the only ones in. Sarah and Ava didn't
want to."
 
"So how do you get in?" she asked. When she heard what it
involved, she sympathized with Sarah and Ava -- but she wanted to
do it.
 
The members of the club gathered with Roger and Hannah in a
building tucked away in a grove at the foot of a hill, a building
Hannah had never seen before. The shutters were all in place to
keep out prying eyes. The room was lit by a hundred candles.
 
Once they were all inside, the other three girls stripped to just
their panties, and Hannah followed their lead. For once Laura was
dressed so she had something to strip off.
 
Roger sat on the bed, completely naked with his cock sticking
straight out. He grinned at Hannah.
 
"Everyone, pull your panties down," he asked. There was a
noticeable faintly yellowish stain in the crotch of the other
girls' underwear, but Hannah's was pristine white.
 
"Hannah, I would love to stain your panties. Would you like
that?"
 
Hannah nodded, excited but also nervous.
 
"Let me commune with the other stains," he said.
 
The three other girls lay on the bed with legs up and knees at
their chests, held in place by their hands but also spread wide.
 
Roger started by straddling Laura with his knees at shoulder
height but facing her feet. He lowered himself and slid his cock
tip under the front band of her panties and wiggled it back and
forth a few times.
 
"The stain is true," he said solemnly as he rose. He repeated the
procedure with Zoe and Rachel.
 
As he return to an upright kneeling position, the three veteran
members each took the tip of his penis in her mouth and swirled
her tongue around it. Roger gave little whispers of appreciation.
 
"The organ is prepared."
 
With Hannah in the same position that the other girls had
assumed, the other three knelt beside him, Laura on one side, Zoe
and Rachel on the other, each with her panties down a few inches.
They could all see in each other's panties the stain in the
center. It would kiss against her pussy lips when the girl's
panties were pulled up all the way.
 
Roger lowered himself, and Laura fed the tip of his cock under
the top band of Hannah's panties to press it against her labial
crack, then wiggled it back and forth so it lay within her outer
lips. His cock was lubricated by the saliva of three girls but
mostly by the precum oozing out of it.
 
Roger began to row back and forth gently, the underside of his
penis tip right against Hannah's little clit and inner slit. His
motion started slow but started speeding. Laura concentrated on
holding his cock in just the right position.
 
Hannah had a definite good feeling from Roger's cock against her
intimate parts, a warm feeling she'd never felt before.
 
She could see his balls swinging back and forth in his sac as his
hard tube plunged in and out of her panties. As his gasps and
moans got louder and his rhythm got faster, she saw the balls
rise up against the bottom of his cock.
 
With a cry he surged his cock forward and Laura pressed it down
so it pushed firmly against the opening to Hannah's pussy. She
then felt warm fluid spurt out the end of his cock right at her
opening, over and over.
 
After many seconds, the spurts weakened and Roger's breathing
started returning to normal. Laura released his cock and it slid
out of her panties as he sat heavily beside her.
 
Laura lifted the band of Hannah's panties to show her. "There,"
she said, "see the mess of stick white stuff? That's going to
stain your panties.
 
"You keep them on like that for a full day, then hide your
stained panties in a special place and bring them out the next
time there's a club meeting."
 
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It was 2am when Roger crept into Olivia's room. There were no
insects to speak of on the island, so Olivia like many of them
slept with her window wide open and no screen.

He sat beside her on the bed and just admired her face, slack
with sleep, beautiful and so youthful. Olivia was ten. The sheet
rose and fell gently with each breath.

Roger then crept down below her on the bed. He crawled under the
sheet and turned on his flashlight. There were her lovely little
feet, her slim but muscular calves, and then of course her
thighs. A light shift ended at mid-thigh, and he carefully slid
it up to her hips to reveal the prize he sought.

Olivia wore no underwear. He could just see her slit, but her
legs were too close together for a good look. He held his breath
and gently pushed one thigh. One reason he chose Olivia for this
venture was that she was a sound sleeper. Olivia stirred and
moved her right knee way out to the side, but she didn't wake.
Wonderful girl! It would have been no big deal if she had awoken,
as she had agreed to this kind of nighttime play. It would just
have spoiled his fun.

He could see his destination clearly now in his flashlight beam.
He eagerly approached her delicate little pussy lips with one
hand and stroked them gently. He set the flashlight down so it
was pointing more or less in the right direction, then ever so
slowly spread her lips apart with one hand while he explored her
inner parts with the other.

Olivia's pussy hole was still virgin and off limits, but she had
rather prominent labial flaps. He held his middle finger against
her inner parts including her pussy opening, and when he released
the outer flaps they closed around his finger to make a wonderful
warm cave. He lay that way for several minutes, appreciating
where his finger was warmly enveloped in what was for the moment
her most private space. His cock hardened as he thought of the
transformation that would begin any time and make her pussy hole
large enough to accept his penis.

He rose to move on in his night-time visits. He checked on Zoe,
who slept in the nude. Unfortunately she was on her stomach so he
couldn't see much. Laura was twisted up in her sheet, hiding her
privates from his view. Rachel, however, was asleep on her back
with legs spread wide. After he carefully removed the sheet, he
just shone the light on her little pussy lips from a few inches
away. In a dark room, only her pussy lips were illuminated, and
he found them all the more gorgeous for that.

He was highly aroused and he wanted relief. He went to visit Mary
Ann, the first mother who had decided to stay with him. He
stripped naked and stroked his cock a few times. It hardened as
he thought eagerly of what would happen next.

He ripped the sheet off of the woman and rolled her onto her
back. Mary Ann awoke with a start. With Roger's erect prick in
plain view, it was apparent what was happening.

"Oh, no, please, leave me alone! Not this!"

"Ha ha, I've got you now!" he said as he spread her thighs and
moved in with his cock.

"No, no!" Mary Ann moaned. "Please stop!"

But Roger sank his cock into the woman's hole. It was not totally
dry but not so wet either. But he wasn't here for fun; he was
here for conquest. After fifty rapid strokes he convulsed and
spurted his cum up into his victim. He had raped her.

He pulled out and lay beside her, grinning.

Mary Ann turned towards him and snuggled against him.

"Was that fun, Roger?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah, fun as ever."

"Oh good!" she said. She had of course approved being awoken for
pretend rape -- she admitted she liked it.

It was the middle of the night and Roger was sleepy from his
orgasm.

If for some reason Mary Ann had not wanted him to spend the rest
of the night, she would have said so, but it was a rare woman who
turned down a chance to fall asleep with Roger.

As he drifted off he saw sweet images of the girl pussies he had
been exploring not long before.

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Chapter 3 -- Allie
 
"Oh, hey, I found Vicky!"
 
Vicky was a girl of twelve. Cold dread filled her stomach. Not
again! She was on the rocks by the water's edge on the eastern
side of the island enjoying her book. It was a pretty secluded
spot and she thought she would have some peace.
 
"Where?"
 
"Over here."
 
"Oh, there's the little snot."
 
"Say, what are you reading, little retard?"
 
Vicky grasped the book against her, but her tormenters were
stronger.
 
"Jane Austen. Wonder who that is. Is it a picture book? -- No,
there are words! I didn't think you could read."
 
"Here, let me see... Oops, I dropped it." Someone had flung the
book out into the water.
 
"Ouch! You're on my toe!" yelled Vicky.
 
"Oh, I'm sorry!"
 
"Still wetting the bed?" The girl switched to a mock version of a
toddler's voice, "Does de widdle baby need diapers?"
 
Twice now she had wet the bed. The first time had been a mystery,
though somehow the girls knew the next day. The second time she
woke while her hand was still in the bowl of warm water -- just
as she had let go enough urine to soak the bed once more.
 
"Do you know how babies are made, Vicky?" The girl shoved her
middle finger in and out of a tube she formed with her other
hand.
 
"Yeah, why don't you show her where your pussy is, so maybe she
can find hers!"
 
The girl who had stepped on her feet said, "Sure!" She pulled
down her pants and panties and turned so her butt was right in
front of Vicky's face.
 
"See, it's right there!" she said, pointing to her anus.
 
"Leave me alone!" wailed Vicky, fighting back tears.
 
"Oh, is the widdle baby snot-face crying? Maybe we better carry
you to your momma, poor baby," sneered one of the gang. She
started to take one of Vicky's arms while another girl took the
other, but the frantic girl kicked out strongly enough that they
thought better of it.
 
"Ah, leave her alone," one said. "But you better go find that
library book!"
 
When the girls were out of sight, Vicky cried. They had bumped
her in the dining hall so she had dropped her tray three times.
Somehow some feces had found its way into her shoe, which she
discovered as she went to put it on. This had been going on for
five days now.
 
She knew what she had done. She had decided once and for all that
she was not going to let Roger paw her over. He had been very
nice about it, but the other girls had not. She had not helped
matters by calling them dirty sluts and whores when they first
started razzing her.
 
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"Jane!"
 
"Oh yes, Samantha?"
 
"Those girls are tormenting Vicky! They're impossible! Why don't
you do something to punish them?"
 
"We've been over this before. All we have is Vicky's word against
theirs."
 
"Look, do you really think Vicky's going to drop her tray three
times unless somebody pushes her! I saw her that one time."
 
"Yes, well Olivia apologized for that one time. The others were
just Vicky being clumsy as far as I know."
 
"You know darn well that they're tormenting her because she won't
let Roger molest her."
 
"Well, it doesn't surprise me. As I recall she called the other
girls sluts and whores."
 
"They *are* sluts and whores." Samantha regretted that comment as
soon as it passed her lips.
 
"Oh, are they now? I suppose then I am too. I seem to recall you
spread your legs for Roger outside of the bond of holy matrimony
when you first got here."
 
Samantha didn't reply.
 
"Listen, why don't you leave? We have our way of doing things
here, and you and your daughter don't fit in. She's not happy.
You're not happy."
 
"But you promised me that we could stay as long as we liked."
 
"Well, nobody's making you leave."
 
"But they're making Vicky's life hell!"
 
"Even if they are a little out of hand, girls will be girls."
 
"I can't believe you're just brushing it off."
 
"You don't seem to get it, do you. You don't fit in. We have our
ways of doing things, and you look down on us. You and Vicky are
well nourished now and you've had your tropical vacation. Why
don't you just go back to New York and pretend we never found
you? We never made a guarantee you could stay here forever. It's
a policy that has worked for us -- most of the time." Jane
stopped and folded her arms before continuing.
 
"I'll have you know that I was against it, but Roger has offered
to help set you up back in the US. You can have $2,000 up front,
and $500 a month for a year."
 
"What then? What if I can't get a job?"
 
We have a job for you."
 
"What kind of job?"
 
"It's at a factory farm in West Texas. Pigs, I believe."
 
"Yuck." Samantha sighed. "I think I'll try my luck in New York."
 
"Very well."
 
With glum expressions, uncertain of their future, Samantha and
Vicky boarded the boat back to the main island. Coming off the
boat was an attractive young woman, smiling but looking kind of
spacy. She was accompanied by three daughters, adorable twins who
were perhaps four and a rather plain ten-year-old. All looked
excited by the tropical paradise that was to be their new home.

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"Mommy?"
 
"Yes, Allie?" her mother replied.
 
"I just don't want to do it! I don't mind if you and Hannah do."
 
"Thank you for giving us permission," Nancy remarked
sarcastically. She thought this topic would come up again, and
she was getting weary of it.
 
"I don't mind too much when he gets sexy with the other girls,
but I just don't want it myself!"
 
"Well, then don't," said Nancy quietly.
 
"But you know what happened to Vicky!"
 
"Yes, I do. Maybe you should choose whether you want to get sexy
with Roger or get tormented."
 
"Why does it have to be that choice? Why can't we go back to New
York?"
 
Nancy replied with some heat, "Do you remember New York? Do you
remember the bedbugs? No heat? How about Michael, when we were
living with him? What did you think of him? Remember that cut
across your face?"
 
She switched to a milder tone. "Hannah and I are very happy here.
Can you just find a way somehow?"
 
"OK," said Allie, miserable.
 
"Or you could go talk to Roger and explain everything. He's
understanding," she said in jest.
 
Allie knew her mother was joking about seeing Roger, but she
decided it was a good idea.
 
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"Hi, Allie, come on in," said Roger, who lounged in his chair
reading a book. "What can I do for you?" It was unusual for a
girl of eleven to come see him all alone.
 
"I am not here because I want to have sex! I don't!"
 
"Oh, I didn't think so. No problem."
 
"I feel ooky about the sex. I know I'm not supposed to, but I
do!"
 
Roger felt some satisfaction at what he had accomplished. He had
created a social environment where an eleven-year-old felt she
needed to explain why she wasn't willing to have sex with an
older man!
 
"That's fine, Allie, you never have to do anything you don't
want."
 
"But you know what happened to Vicky! And my mommy and Hannah
like it so much they won't think about going back. I don't have
any choices!" And with that, she started crying. Not just
sniffling, but bawling.

That was very unusual.
 
Roger felt for the dear, and hugged her as best he could sitting
beside her on the sofa. Sometimes his little vigilantes went too
far. Nancy was hot, and Hannah -- well, Hannah was special!
Probably the sexiest girl on the island -- or one of them. It
really would be fine with him if Allie stayed out of the sex
entirely as long as he could have Nancy and Hannah -- but the
gang of girls wouldn't see it that way.

As the girl sobbed away next to him, Roger's first resolution was
that he would find a way. Allie could stay, and the girls
wouldn't give her a hard time. He would figure something out.

Sobs gave way to sniffles.

He was creative. He had overcome obstacles far more serious than
this. After a minute, he smiled.

"I have a plan," he said. "Why don't we say we've been doing lots
of sexy stuff here in private but don't do anything. We'll say
that we never want to do it in public. We'll say it was my idea."

"But wouldn't they find out?"

"We'd have to lie, I guess. Or maybe we could find a way that's
pretty much true."

"What do you mean?" Allie asked as she sat up. She had been
leaning against Roger as she cried, his arm around her shoulder.

"Well, let's pick something you don't want to do. Like letting me
touch your chest."

"OK."

Roger sat up straight beside Allie, shut his eyes and put his
hands out in front of him, then said, "Well, first let's make
sure this really is private." He rose to lock the door and pull
the shades. Then he sat again, closed his eyes and put his hands
out in front of him, sliding his hands sensuously over the chest
of an imaginary girl in front of him.

"You stand up Allie, not right in front of me, but standing so
you can imagine you're right here in front of me."

Allie stood about three feet to his right.

"Mmmm, that feels so nice, Allie, mmmm. Now you shut your eyes
and pretend I'm pawing your chest. So later you can tell people
how you let me paw your chest. Can you do that?"

"OK, I guess," she said uncertainly.

"My hands are all over your chest, rubbing against your nipples.
They're sort of breasts, actually, and I'm very curious to see
what they look like."

"Well you can't!" said Allie decisively.

"OK, OK. Now I'm going to reach in and nibble on your ears."

After a moment, Allie said, "It tickles!" and giggled.

Thatta girl! Roger thought. She had the idea. Roger smiled but
kept his eyes closed.

"You're in your shorts standing right in front of me, and I think
your thighs are very sexy. I want to rub my hands all over them.
I'll swirl one hand up the inside of your right thigh, and the
other up your left. You have to spread your legs a little so I
can swirl towards the back too."

"Yuck. You can't do that."

"Well, you don't want the other girls to give you a hard time,
right? So you're letting me do it anyway? You're convincing
yourself it's OK."

"All right," Allie said reluctantly.

"Your skin is so soft and supple. It feels just wonderful. So I'm
swirling around more and more."

"I think it's kind of gross, but maybe not all that bad. It
doesn't actually feel *bad*, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I do."

The man sat with eyes closed, hands reaching out to the imaginary
girl in front of him.

"But you have those cute shorts on, and I'm really interested in
what's inside them. Panties, I'm sure. So I'm going to rub my
hands over your crotch, back and forth, feeling your warm body
inside."

"OK," Allie said, without great enthusiasm.

"You have to take your shorts off, Allie, so I can feel your
panties."

Roger peeked long enough to see Allie pretend to pull her shorts
down and step out of them as she stood with eyes closed.

"Now I can feel your little girl mound much better, it's just one
thin layer of cloth away now. And I'm running my hands along your
smooth skin and smooth silky panties and the elastic between. I
want to slip my fingers inside, and I look at you for permission.
What do you do?"

"I gulp and frown but I want the girls to accept me so I nod and
let you."

"Yes! OK, now my fingers are inside, and I feel those magical
little flaps of skin and I'm so excited. Can you feel how happy
you're making me?"

"Yeah. It helps a little, but I still really don't like it."

"I really want you to pull your panties off. Are you going to?"

"Ugh," she sighed, then said, "It kind of tickles with your
fingers up under the cloth. Well, OK."

Roger chuckled and he thought he could sense Allie smiling.

"So are they off yet?"

"There, now they are."

"So I'm really excited by seeing your lower parts naked like
that. I'll ask you to lie back on the edge of the bed with your
legs wide apart."

Roger heard Allie sit on the bed. He opened his eyes to peek
briefly, and saw with some disappointment that while she was in
the requested position, she still had her shorts on.

"I'm so happy to see your privates all laid out naked. I can
barely stand it. So I lower my head to approach your naked parts
with my tongue, but I look up to see if you'll let me. Will you?"

"Um, yes."

"Now I'm going to lick, but also use the fingers of both hands to
open up your flaps so my tongue can get in deeper to lick all
around."

"OK." Roger heard a change in tone, a certain mischief in her
voice, when she said, "Then you decide you want to play with my
butt hole, so you move your fingers down there. I lift my hips up
a little so you can get at it better."

"But I don't like playing with butt holes."

"Well, so what? We're just pretending, right?"

He smiled. He decided he liked Allie a whole lot. "OK. It's
exciting, I guess."

"Now you take a finger and you shove it right up inside my poop
hole."

"Yuck! Well, OK, I did it. And I guess I'm real excited, even
though I didn't think I would be?"

"Right! Now you wiggle it back and forth, then pull it out and
smell it."

"Ewwww! Yuck. OK, maybe we've pretended enough for today."

Both opened their eyes. Allie had a broad grin, then quickly sat
up, apparently a little embarrassed to be lying back on the bed
with her pelvis up, even though she was dressed.

Roger reached down to adjust his erection inside his shorts.

"And I see that your thingie got all hard in your pants."

Did she want more? Roger stood up and said, "Yup. Then I start to
pull my own shorts down so you can see my hard thingie, but I
stop to see if that's OK with you."

"Sure!"

He pretended to pull his shorts down.

There was a silence. He could almost hear Allie thinking. When
she spoke it was in a softer tone.

"But you realize you were just pretending so you go back to
really pull them down."

Roger's eyes opened and he looked at her. "Really?"

Allie looked down.

"So, was I pretending to pretend, or just pretending? Now should
I pretend to pull them down, or ... should I really pull them
down?" he asked.

"Well, if you want," she said shyly.

Roger pulled his shorts and briefs down. Although he had done it
a million times before, he was excited to be exposing his stiff
cock for a girl to look at.

He turned back and forth so she could see it from different
angles, and he absently took it in his hand and stroked it
lightly.

Allie shut her eyes again. "So then you walk over so I can touch
it."

Roger started to walk over, but Allie opened her eyes quickly.
"No, that part's just pretend!" she said.

"Oh, OK," said Roger, disappointed. "So are we through for
today?"

"No," said Allie, shutting her eyes again.

"So now you're standing right in front of me, and I take hold of
your cock with one hand."

Roger stood several feet away, eyes open and looking at the
beautiful girl. "OK," he said.

Her one hand looked to be holding his cock by the base while her
other caressed very gently. He'd love it if she was doing that
for real -- but there was a novelty to this, and a little subtle
excitement too.

"OK, now we're done," said Allie.

Roger pulled his pants up and Allie sat up.

"Now you have something you can tell the girls, right? And I can
support your story too."

"I can tell them we really did those things?"

"Sure!"

"OK. Thanks so much."

She started approaching him for a hug but thought better of it as
he indicated his still-stiff cock inside his shorts.

"You're welcome."

With that Allie was gone.

Roger smiled at this new sort of play. With all the girls he was
fondling and women he was fucking, this little bit of just
pretending to do something was surprisingly exciting.

During the next session of the big girl group, the others assumed
she would be stripping now like the rest of them, but Roger said,
"No, Allie and I have our own special thing going in private."

Allie came to find Roger the next day. Once behind the locked
door, she smiled. "That's working pretty well. I told them what
we did, and it was easy to lie because we had pretended
everything."

"Great!" Roger suddenly had a thought. "Did you tell that stuff
about your butt hole?"

"No. You wouldn't actually do that, right?"

"Smart girl!" he said. He was worried he'd have to either start
playing with girls' butt holes or add another detail of deception
if he pretended to be doing it in private.

They had an imaginary session where she took her T-shirt off and
he played at length with her nipples. There was some back and
forth as he imagined what they looked like, and she corrected him
a little. No, there were no big dark circles with a nipple in the
middle. Just a nipple. Small, light circles maybe. They ended
that session with him pretending to just play with her labia with
his fingers and not using his tongue.

The two of them had a good time imagining the sex they weren't
having, and they laughed and joked.

As their fourth session together was coming to a close, Allie
said shyly,  "Here's something else to imagine."

"OK."

"Shut your eyes."

"OK."

"Imagine you lie on the bed, over to one side."

"OK."

"Can you do it for real?"

"Sure," Roger said.

"Now let's imagine you ask me to come lie next to you, just to
lie there."

Allie lay beside him on the bed for real, as Roger looked.

"No, shut your eyes!"

"Oh, sorry."

"Then you ask if I can turn and snuggle against your side."

"OK, I've imagined that."

Allie really did turn to snuggle against him, but his arm was in
the way.

Roger said, "So, I'll ask if I can put my arm around you?"

"Yeah, that would be nice!"

She lay between his arm and his body, her head on his shoulder.
She just lay close to him, her knees touching his thigh.

As they lay like that, Roger felt a different kind of warmth well
up inside him. This beautiful girl was snuggled against him
because she took comfort in his touch. It felt sweet. Kind of
like a father with a daughter, he thought. He liked the feeling.

They lay like that for half an hour before she got up, smiling.

"Should I tell them we did that?" she asked, her eyes searching
his.

"No," Roger said, "let's keep that a secret between us." He was
surprised how strongly he felt about it.

She gave him a big smile.

He thought about it later. She really was remarkable. Although
she knew she was just one among dozens and dozens of women and
girls on the island, she had gone right to him, all alone, and
described her problem. She had cried hard, trusting him with her
feelings.

She was hopeful he could find that she could not get sexy with
him and not get tormented by the other girls. She had gone along
with his pretend game.

Then she used a little more of their pretend play to snuggle
against him. Usually the only way girls and women got to snuggle
with him was after sex.

He looked forward to their snuggling sessions, and suggested she
come see him every day. Sometimes she fell asleep, which touched
him deeply.

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Nancy and Roger lay in each other's arms after a fine bout of
lovemaking.

"Roger?" she asked.

"Mmmm?"

"You know you and Allie?"

She felt his body stiffen a little.

"She's told me what you really do together."

"Oh," said Roger, "ummm."

"Or at least I think she's telling me the truth. She snuggles up
against you and you put her arm around you, and there's nothing
sexy going on."

"Ummm," said Roger, but he didn't contradict her.

"You're so honest about everything else around here, everything's
so open, but why is that a secret?"

Roger hesitated a little, then said, "OK, I'll be honest about
the fact that I don't know why I don't want to be honest about
that, but it makes me uncomfortable."

"As far as I can tell, she thinks of you as her daddy. She never
knew her daddy."

"That's too bad."

"Maybe you think of her like your daughter, a little, and you
don't want people to know that."

"No, that's not it."

"So, if she decided she was OK with doing sexy stuff with you,
would you do it?"

Roger's initial thought was that of course he would, but then he
stopped because he knew Nancy was on to something.

"Would you?"

"If she asked me to, it would be hard to turn her down." He
realized that was pretty different from the case with most girls,
where he was eager to be sexual if they consented, even if only
grudgingly.

"You feel like her daddy to her, and maybe she feels like your
daughter to you. And maybe you're not really into incest."

"Oh, I think that's pretty far-fetched," he said.

But she continued, "Maybe it would ruin your self-image to admit
there was a pretty girl you didn't want to fondle or have sex
with."

It took Roger a couple days, but among his many virtues was
flexibility. He wasn't stubborn, and if he had been wrong about
something, he admitted it.

He let it be known that for some reason, he thought of Allie kind
of like a daughter and didn't want to be sexual with her.

The other girls were mad when they found Allie had been lying
about being sexy with Roger, but she was now off the hook because
of her special status. She no longer fit in with the girls her
age when it came to anything related to sex. She found herself
playing with the younger kids and hanging out with the adult
women.

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Roger had arranged to see Tina alone, and he gently suggested she
strip. She was a little embarrassed by her changing body but
thrilled by his appreciation of it.

"Oh, look at your breasts," he said with reverence, as they came
into his view. "They're so beautiful. Not full breasts, really,
but I can see where there's a little more flesh there, and your
nipples just enlarging a little. It's such a treat to see a girl
at just this in between stage, and you're so beautiful this way!
Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" he said, leaning in to kiss
her cheek several times.

"I'm glad they make you happy," said Tina, still a little shy.

"Would you mind lying on the bed, so I can touch them properly."

"OK, if you want," she said. Like most of the girls, she was
usually happy to show off her body to make Roger happy. Roger was
cool, and it was such a simple thing, to let him look at her and
play with her. It was just her body, after all.

As she lay back, Roger descended and she saw him feasting his
eyes as he looked at her chest. His hands rubbed over the breasts
gently, gliding slowly around her nipples.

"Could I lick them?" he asked.

He liked licking nipples, whether there were breasts or not, and
she never had a problem with it.

Once more she felt his tongue moving all over her little bulges,
but then he didn't just lick her nipple, it was big enough that
he actually took it in his mouth. And then he started sucking
rhythmically.

Tina felt something stir. She had felt a little tingling of it
before during their most recent sexy episode, but now it was
stronger -- undeniable. Her hips squirmed a little. This must be
the beginning of sexy feelings!  He noticed and smiled.

"Can I play with you down there too?" he asked.

She didn't hesitate, and squirmed a little more as he slid his
hands up under her green skirt. As he removed the skirt and
panties, she wasn't thinking just of how happy it made him. She
wanted it for herself.

"I'm so excited, Tina," he said. "Can I just pull your panties
off?"

She nodded, then spread her legs wide without being asked.

"Oh, a few more hairs! Look, see how silky they are? Another
precious moment when you're just starting to be a woman." He
moved his face in close.

"Can I lick? Please?" he asked.

She nodded. It had always felt a little good when he licked her
clit, but now there was a little more "edge" to it. This time he
spent more time than usual at her pussy opening.

"I know this is different, Tina," he asked. "Would you mind
terribly if I tried sticking my little finger in your pussy? I
think maybe it's time because now you are really wet down here,
just like a big girl would be. It's getting ready to get some
attention," he said.

She had to admit that she loved the idea.

"It might hurt a little; I'm not sure."

"That's OK," she said.

She felt his fingers around her pussy area, felt them glide
smoothly on her wet skin as he used some of her own fluid to ease
the motion. And then she felt his finger pressing at her pussy
hole. After a little more pressure, she felt it slide -- inside
her! He slid in further and further, and it didn't hurt. Nothing
had been up inside her before. Then she felt him move the finger
in and out, and that felt good too. That was the motion of sex!

"That's so wonderful!" he said. "To get into you for the first
time. It makes me so happy!"

He went back to licking as he continued moving in and out with
his finger, and it was totally clear to her: she *liked* sexy
play, and wanted it for herself, not just for making him happy!

When there little session was over, Tina looked at the world a
little differently. She thought back to a few weeks before when
she had seen Roger do it with Taylor.

Taylor had announced that that she had let Roger stick it in her
all the way. The big girls often met with Roger alone, but she
was proud and wanted everyone to see. Roger was happy to do it
with a half dozen girls watching.

Tina had seen Roger have sex plenty of times, but it really hit
home to see him do it with a girl so close to her in age. There
was that cock of his, and somehow Taylor's little pussy expanded
to take the whole thing in, and both of them had moaned and
gasped. And then to see her straining up against him, adoring
each of the in-and-out motions -- it fascinated her. Taylor was
laid out with legs spread wide, putting her pussy where his cock
could get at it. He strained and pumped inside her, his slick
cock shaft appearing and disappearing with every stroke.

Taylor had looked up and seen the other girls watching her, and
smiled. "He's doing it to me!" she said proudly.

"I'm about to come in you!" Roger said, straining, face furrowed
with his pleasure.

"Yes, yes! Do it to me!" Taylor looked up intently at the man
above her. "You're getting so big!"

Roger didn't say anything, but his fast in and out motion slowed
a bit and his strokes got deeper, pushing Taylor up on the bed a
little.

"Oh, Taylor!" he yelled out.

Taylor yelled too, her face scrunched up. She had had an orgasm
from his cock up her pussy!

Taylor had not been looking up at him calmly, appreciating how
much he liked it -- the way most of them had reacted to his sexy
touch up to that point. She wanted that cock to drive into her,
whether it felt good to him or not. It obviously did feel very
good to him, of course. Now she understood where Taylor's feeling
had come from -- she too wanted sexy touch for its own sake.

Tina recalled that scene as she lay in bed that night, then
recalled the sensation of Roger sucking her nipples, licking her
clit, and poking his finger up inside her. She had played with
herself a little before, but she really wanted to find out what
an "orgasm" was like. She felt her pussy get wet. She took some
of the wetness and rubbed it around her nipple and pulled,
imitating a little the sensations she had as he was sucking her.
She used more of her juices on the middle three fingers of her
other hand as she glided over her clit. She rubbed too hard and
it stopped feeling good.

She found a pressure and speed that felt just right, and followed
the pleasure and felt it build. She then thought of Taylor's
hunger as she opened her pussy to Roger and that expression on
her face as she had cried out, and Tina felt her own wave of
pleasure breaking. It felt wonderful, and after she had kept that
amazing feeling going for several seconds, she let up and felt
truly satisfied. She was getting to be a big girl.

She knew that Roger really loved having sex with a girl for the
first time, and the younger the girl the better. Taylor reported
that he had wanted sex with her twice a day for three days, and
he came inside her pussy every time. He never gave a girl that
much attention, so he must have loved it at a whole different
level.

Tina was younger than Taylor and had less in the way of hips,
hair, and boobs. She wanted to make Roger happy like that. The
idea of his big cock up her pussy was exciting but also scary.

She decided to borrow the three dildos, known as Baby Roger, Boy
Roger, and Stud Roger. She waited until she was all wet and close
to an orgasm when she worked Baby Roger into herself. It was
bigger than Roger's little finger, and it hurt! Her sexual
excitement plummeted, but she kept pressing with Baby Roger. The
good news was that once it was in an inch or so, the rest went in
easily.

A few days later she found that Baby Roger went right in without
any discomfort, and she shoved it in and out as she brought
herself to orgasm with the fingers of her other hand. She moved
up to Boy Roger. That hurt too, and as she pushed it past the
point of resistance, she felt a sharp pain and was shocked to see
red blood flowing. She knew that might happen as she broke her
hymen, but it looked like a lot of blood! But the blood stopped
on its own and within a couple days Boy Roger slid into her
smoothly as well. She left it in herself all the way as she gave
herself an orgasm. It was exotic and exciting to be so full like
that.

When she moved on to Stud Roger, it hurt a lot when she tried
pressing it in. The pain was too much and she worried about
hurting herself. The second time was no better. It was so fat!
The pain would have convinced many girls to wait another year or
two. But Tina was determined. She knew how much he really wanted
to get into her, she wanted to make him happy, and she also
wanted to impress the other girls. She was determined. The third
time she just jammed Stud Roger into herself hard, all at once.
She cried out loud from the pain of that, and her pussy stayed
sore for four days. But when she did it again it only hurt a
little, and then she got to the point where she could slide Stud
Roger back and forth easily.

She saw the real Roger regularly; he was particularly attentive
because she was on the cusp of puberty. When she started the
process of stretching herself, she didn't let Roger into her
panties any more. She didn't want him to know what she was doing
and was afraid he'd be able to tell by feeling or looking. He was
perplexed by her sudden shyness but told her not to worry --
girls sometimes didn't move towards more and more sexual activity
in a straight line. She focused on him instead, getting him to
lie back naked while she stroked his cock. She liked making him
happy, but it took her time to adjust to the feel of his cock in
her mouth. She took it in her mouth deeper and for longer at a
time.

Then she was ready.

Their play had proceeded to a usual point. He sucked her nipples
enthusiastically, commenting reverently that they were a little
bigger each week. He stroked the crotch of her panties as she lay
with her legs spread wide. He gave her a final pat there to
signal he was done with her for the day, when she stopped him.

"Roger, could you take my panties off?"

"You sure, Tina?"

"Yeah."

Roger eagerly pulled them down after she lifted her hips, then he
started caressing his hands on her wet girl spots.

"Would you get on top of me and poke your penis against my
privates, kind of like you do for sex?"

"You really want that? Wow!" said Roger.

"I can make it better if I get my hands all soupy with my juices
and make a little tunnel, right?"

"Right, but you don't have to --"

"I want to!"

Roger lay on Tina, his cock pressing back and forth as Tina's
slick hands made a little fake vagina.

"Oh, that is just *so* nice," moaned Roger.

"Can you poke harder against my little pussy?" Tina asked.

"OK," he said, and she felt the firm pressure of his cock as she
aimed it right at her pussy hole.

"Can you press even harder?" she asked, trying to contain her
excitement.

"Oh, you know that if I press harder it's going to hurt you."

"Please?"

"No, Tina, you'll regret it."

"I promise I'll tell you if it hurts," she said.

"Well, OK," he said.

His penis tip pressed harder.

Her engorged, wet pussy lips opened.

"Tina? That's strange." he said. His concern for her outweighed
his lust -- for the moment.

Tina seized her moment. She grabbed Roger's hips and pushed her
into him.

"Tina!" he said, astonished.

"I fit Stud Roger in, so I'm fine. Come in me, Roger. Please?"

"Oh, Tina!" he said, with shock and excitement. "Tina, Tina!"

She was pretty sure his orgasm started right then, but he pressed
into her five times before she felt his cock twitch slightly.

Roger's actual cock was the same size as Stud Roger, and it felt
similar, but so much better. It was firmly attached to Roger,
emerging from his body right down there -- it *was* Roger. And
there was the rest of the man, ecstatic and pumping her full of
sperm while she was so excited to know he was doing it. She
didn't have an orgasm, but she hadn't expected to.

Roger kept thrusting and thrusting after his orgasm had died
down, and finally he slid out and lay beside her.

"Whatever made you stretch yourself like that, Tina? That was so
amazing, I can't believe it! How could you do that without
hurting yourself? You're so young!"

"It did hurt a little," she said, making light of the pain she
had felt.

He kissed her everywhere, babbling with excitement. Twenty
minutes later he asked if he could do it again, and Tina was
delighted to accept him once more.

Tina couldn't wait to spread the word -- and Roger talked plenty
about his amazing Tina too. He wanted to do it with her every day
for two weeks, and he came up her pussy every single time. When
he added in a little expert finger work on her clit she started
coming every time too.

Tina thought of doing it for the group like Taylor had, but she
didn't want to be a copycat. Taylor did a pretty good job hiding
her envy. Roger had the idea of getting her, Taylor, and a
slightly older girl to have a sort of fuckfest where he would do
all three of them at once with the other big girls watching. When
the idea came from him and involved Taylor as well, Tina was OK
with it, and tried not to show just how proud she was.


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Chapter 4 -- More

When a girl first gave Roger her virginity, he tended to go crazy
and make love to her a lot. He also made time for new women just
arriving and for his favorites. But most of the time there were
no virgins to deflower and no new women. He really did think all
of the women were sexy, and he made special time with each of
them. And he offered his doggy sessions. More women liked them
than he would have predicted. It showed in blatant fashion how he
was never true to one woman. Some women thought maybe it was
popular because they liked to confront that fact of their lives
head-on and celebrate it.

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Among the amenities Roger built on his island before women
arrived was a health clinic. It included a full set of options
related to women's health, including a ready supply of
contraceptive injections. He had expected the women would
naturally want to use them.

But Grace had decided she'd like his baby. He was surprised when
she announced her pregnancy. When little Annie was born, Roger
was delighted. His vision had been just to have lots of sex with
girls and women of all ages. But the purpose of sex was
ultimately procreation, and as he thought about it, he decided
that if some of his women wanted his babies, so much the better.
He certainly could afford to support them.

He was delighted when Ariel got pregnant, and looked forward to
the new baby. Evan was a perfect little boy, but when Roger saw
his privates for the first time, he was troubled. If he was
honest with himself, he realized he was feeling rage. He didn't
understand why the sight of a little boy's parts would make him
feel that way, but the feeling persisted.

The first solution he tried was just making sure he didn't ever
see his son naked, but he felt angry just seeing the little baby
who he knew was a boy. His next solution was just not to see Evan
at all -- to make sure their paths never crossed. It worked OK
for a week, but Roger still felt Evan's presence on his island
nagging at his innards.

Emotionally, he just didn't want any other males on the island
anywhere! Knowing there was one, even an infant, made him
profoundly unhappy.

The women knew he never invited men or boys to join the group,
but they naturally expected him to get used to baby boys. Half of
babies are, of course, so if he was willing to have babies, they
came with the territory.

But he remembered his original plan. He had a dream, and he was
going for his dream no matter the obstacles. The huge initial
obstacle was getting mothers to let him get sexual with their
daughters. He had overcome that one!

Limiting himself to all-female family units hadn't been a big
obstacle to his recruitment efforts, because there were plenty of
mother-daughter combinations in distress who he could invite to
try out his lifestyle.

Only with the birth of Evan did he discover just how important it
was to him that it be a totally boy-free island.

After much thought, he announced a new rule. No other males could
live on the island, so Evan had to leave. Ariel could give him up
for adoption, or she could pack up Evan and Isabelle and go back
to the States. Ariel wanted to keep her son. Because she hadn't
known about Roger's new rule when she got pregnant, he agreed to
support her indefinitely at a modest level back in the US. But he
said he would not do that for any women who got pregnant in the
future. They would know up front the risk they were taking.

The women adjusted to this new information about Roger. They had
already managed to accept his attraction for little girls. The
strength of his aversion to sharing his space with any other
males at all was surprising, but they ultimately accepted it as
another quirk of an unusual man.

When Nancy, Allie, and Hannah arrived, the situation had been
stable for a few years. There were only a couple pregnancies a
year.

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Roger was shocked when Molly announced she was pregnant. Molly
was 14 years old. It had not been an accident; Molly had stopped
taking contraceptives a few months before. His nurse told him
that women's decisions about their bodies were there own
business, not his. He resolved to correct that with regard to
something as basic as contraception in the future, but it was too
late in this case.

It mattered a great deal to a mother what sex her baby was going
to be, so Molly found out quite early from amniocentesis that she
was going to have a baby girl.

Before Molly delivered her baby girl, 16-year-old Edie came to
see Roger.

"I want to have your baby," she said.

"Oh! You too. Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. I've been off contraceptives for a full year."

"A year?"

"I didn't want to say anything or I was afraid you'd make me take
them again."

"This thing with Molly took me by surprise."

"I figured."

"It's no big surprise you're not pregnant after a year," he said.
I haven't been, you know, 'seeding' you all that often."

"I know," she said. "But would you do more to help me? Tuck it up
inside me at the right time of month?"

Roger felt his cock rapidly engorging with blood at the thought.
"Yes!" he hissed. "Yes, I will!"

Edie was one hot girl, he noted to himself. He should have been
doing it to her more. He moved to embrace her.

"It's not the right time of month now, though," she said.

"I still want you now, if you're willing."

"Sure," Edie said, face brightening.

"I want to get into you *now*," he said.

Edie hitched up her dress and dropped her panties in record time,
bouncing back on the bed with legs spread wide, smiling.

The idea of delivering his sperm to make a baby was very
exciting. He launched himself into her like a horny teenage boy
and began spurting the moment his cock bottomed out up inside his
girl.

"Oh, Edie, that was so great!" he said.

"Happy you liked it, and happy to get your stuff."

"We can do it again in a few minutes to let you get some
satisfaction," he said.

"No, that's OK," she said.

"OK, if you don't want it."

"I want to take my 'quota' when my time of month rolls around."

"There aren't fixed quotas," he said.

She shrugged.

They lay together, Roger enjoying the feel of this girl who
wanted his baby. "What if your baby is a boy?"

"I've thought about it. That doesn't bother me. I'd give him up
for adoption. Boys don't belong here. But back in the US there
are lots of couples who'd just love to adopt a boy, especially
one made from your genes," she said, stroking his cheek and
smiling. "So if I have a boy, I'll wish him well and send him off
to where he'll be appreciated."

Roger found that Molly and Edie weren't the only ones. They were
the start of of a trend. He and some of the more thoughtful women
tried to figure out why.

The simplest explanation was that the experiment had been going
on long enough, and relations among everyone were harmonious
enough that it felt like a safe place to bring children into the
world. The island had plenty of room for expansion, and that may
have played a role.

Roger had stopped aggressive recruitment when he had about 150
women and girls; he brought in more mostly to offset attrition,
when a family decided to go back to the States. He could afford
to be more selective. The old-timers grumbled when they realized
that the newer arrivals tended to be even more attractive than
they were. At least one female in each new family was a
breath-taking specimen of femininity.

Perhaps with the population no longer growing by recruitment, the
women wanted to enlarge it by reproduction.

The trick to fulfilling the women's wishes was to ejaculate in
them at the right time, of course. The prospective mothers
tracked their cycles. He also studied fertility awareness. With
lots of women's pussies to examine, he found he could spot that
stringy cervical mucus pretty reliably.

As he flitted from pussy to pussy, it strongly influenced where
he decided to deposit his sperm. He used to come in the woman or
big girl who he was hottest for. When a woman told him it was her
time and she showed the signs of fertility, he seeded her with an
especially satisfying orgasm. He fathered twenty daughters in the
first year, though it rapidly trailed off; in the first year
there was "pent up demand".

After a while it began to seem to him that a lot more of his
babies were girls than boys. Maybe it was just coincidence. He
decided not to look into the matter. He would have been delighted
if he didn't produce any of the boy-making Y sperm at all.

Edie got her wish and gave birth to a pair of gorgeous identical
twin daughters.

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Three years passed, and Allie was 14. As they cuddled, she
flopped her top leg casually over him. He didn't think too much
of it.

One day, she began stroking the front of his shorts.

"Allie?" he said.

"Oh, sorry," she said and stopped.  But a few minutes later her
hand wandered in that direction again.

Roger just looked at her.

The next time they met she snuggled against him and spoke.

"Roger?"

"Yes, Allie?"

"I've got a problem."

"What's that, sweet girl?"

"I'm horny."

He saw the problem.

"I've dated every boy on the island who's my age, but none of
them are any good."

They smiled at each other.

"Oh," said Roger. "You're the one who came in here bawling your
head off because you didn't want to get sexy with me."

"I'm allowed to grow up, aren't I?"

"Yeah, of course," he said, squeezing her against him.

Allie saw the bulge forming in his pants.

"But our time together has been so special," he said.

"I know," the girl agreed. "I don't want to give it up."

Roger thought. "Maybe we could meet sometimes the one way and
sometimes the other."

"That might work," said Allie.

Then she leaned over and whispered in his ear. "My pussy takes
Stud Roger just fine."

"Oh, yeah?" Roger smiled.

"I'm ready to lose my virginity."

"OK."

"I'm also ready to have a baby."

"Really?"

"Yes. It's been 14 days, and I've got that stringy wet stuff."

Roger gulped.

"So maybe you could take my virginity and make me pregnant at the
same time?"

Roger moaned as the large bulge in his pants twitched.

"So maybe the next time we meet... You want to come to my room a
little later?"

"What about we meet up at my place up on the hillside?"

"OK, that would be very romantic." Roger had never taken her
there to the spot with the private kitchen, the dance floor, and
the swing looking out over the sea. It wasn't a place for
father-daughter outings.

"Want to meet there at 8 this evening?" It was about 4 in the
afternoon.

"Oh," said Allie, obviously disappointed. "Could we do it a
little earlier, like at 6?"

"I guess. We could do it at 5, for that matter."

"Or 4:30?"

"Or as fast as we can get there?"

Man and girl were aglow.

"Not quite," said Roger. "Goodbye, daughter Allie," he said. See
you tomorrow, maybe?"

"OK."

"As for the most beautiful girl in the world, five minutes?"

Allie grinned and raced out the door. When Roger came out she was
running up the path to his hillside getaway.

It can be uncomfortable to run with a very hard erection, so
Roger walked. When he got to the place it was silent. There were
a number of places she could be.

"Alison?" he asked.

"I'm up in the turret," she said. That room had glass on all
sides and a view in every direction.

As he neared, he heard her say, "Could you take your clothes off
out there?"

Roger was happy to do that.

When he entered the room he saw Allie totally naked, spread out
on the bed with legs held wide apart. She pointed at her pussy
and then held her lips wide apart.

Roger needed no more invitation. He descended onto her and slid
his cock into her virgin hole.

"Now can you give me a baby?" she asked.

Roger's orgasm started the moment she said that. He had time to
pull his cock out a little bit before jamming it in deep,
spurting his sperm up into Allie's cunt on his second thrust.

After half an hour of cuddling and nuzzling, he got it up again
and began more measured lovemaking, and this time he brought
Allie to a wonderful orgasm, her first "real" one.

They dined, danced, sat in the swing watching the sunset, had
some extra dessert, and then retired to a different bedroom. They
made love once more before falling asleep intertwined.

A month later Allie burst into Roger's study.

"Daddy, daddy!" she said. "I'm pregnant!"

She gave birth to a set of boy-girl twins. The boy was adopted by
a wonderful couple from a suburb of Atlanta. The girl became the
center of Allie's life, naturally, and held a special place in
Roger's heart among all his daughters, this one a sort of
honorary grand-daughter as well.

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Roger sat on a bench by the sandbox and playground on a gorgeous
day.

He had had a dream, he had gone for it, and it had come true. He
had women and the girls by the dozen. They all liked him. The
older ones loved his attentions, and the younger ones were
content and happy to make him happy. And then his dream had
expanded. He was fathering gorgeous children. When they were
cranky or unpleasant he handed them back to their mothers, but he
could play with them when they were being cute and delightful.

He had made it!

He was playing with his little daughter Emily. She was six months
old and as usual when outdoors she had no diaper on. He was
bouncing her up and down on his knee. He looked at her graceful
little girl flaps, symbol of her future sexuality. She smiled at
him.

His feelings about incest weren't fully formed yet. No
impregnation, maybe no intercourse. As for playing around before
they reached that stage, he wasn't so sure.

Now, he cupped one hand under his daughter's little girl parts so
as he bounced her up and down they squished innocently against
the flat of his hand. That was harmless, right? Oh, she was so
sweet! And it was so exciting!

He looked at a pair of his two-year-old daughters playing nearby,
and his four-year-old a little farther away. They were all
gorgeous, everyone agreed.

He had seen a few of the eight-year-old set playing, and now he
saw a rear end poking out from behind a tree, wiggling back and
forth. That rear end did not belong to one of his daughters. It
had a light blue skirt on. He knew this little display was meant
to capture his attention.

Handing Emily back to her mother, he snuck off towards the tree.
Natalie peeked around it and ran off squealing when she saw him
creeping up on her. But her flight was just symbolic, of course.
He caught her around the middle and picked her up with one arm,
the girl thrashing her arms and legs about and shrieking with
joy. Still holding Natalie under one arm he sat on the ground and
turned her around and sat her in his lap.

She laughed, but he put his finger to his lips to quiet her. He
nuzzled his cheek against hers and kissed her ear. She offered
her lips and he gave her a full kiss for a few seconds, but
meanwhile his hand was busy sliding up the outside of her thigh,
pushing her blue dress up as it went until he found her little
butt cheek and squeezed it. Natalie broke the kiss with another
squeal. Roger felt a surge of passion for the little girl, and he
pulled her dress over her head to leave her in nothing but
panties. He lifted her by the armpits and pressed his face
urgently against her chest, breathing in her little girl smell
while beginning to lick carefully at each nipple.

He stood her on her feet and looked into her eyes while tugging
her panties down. He gave her a little questioning look as he
approached her little slit with his hand. He knew how far the
various girls and women would let him go, but he still liked to
check.

"Sure," said Natalie, nodding and leaning over to kiss his cheek.
He broke into a grin to feel his hand palming her little pussy
flaps. She reached down and spread them, allowing him to slide
his finger in to touch briefly against her little pussy opening
and her clit. As he withdrew his hand and began to stand up,
Natalie smiled and kissed him on the cheek. He hugged her and
their little interlude was at an end.

Roger had a raging hard-on and he wanted more. He had fulfilled
his dream and now he wanted to revel in its success! He whipped
off his shorts and briefs and set off as a man possessed.

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Roger lies back at the edge of the surf, the beauty with little
tits humping up and down on him and shouting out her orgasm as
the wave crashes.

A little one licks his cock, a bigger one pushes her aside, pops
his tip between her lips and shows her how to do it better. So
much better! So very good!

Push her against the tree, weasel home between smushed dress and
panties askew, quiet grunting, she whispers naughty words in his
ear and she comes fast, as usual. He'd love to flood her with
sperm but he just came for the third time ten minutes before.

Cialis is wonderful. Erectile dysfunction is relative, and when
you've got a hundred pussies in need of a hard one, the standards
are high!

She's only three, but she can now recite that entire naughty poem
by memory. Pulls down her panties on the last line!

She thinks she's hiding, but her feet show. All giggles until his
little finger goes up her pussy, then she shrieks. It went in OK
the last three times! What changed? Apologies, kisses, rocking
her in his arms; all is forgiven.

A blindfold, helpless on his back. Five mysterious horny
twenty-somethings impale themselves and hump him in turn. Can he
tell whose pussy he's in? Three out of five!

Her belly hangs low as he mounts her from behind. He feels the
baby inside kick. Long, fast, and bump her deep -- she comes as
hard as ever, and the baby goes wild.

The three are giggling, then they squabble. He decides: this
little one squats on his face with her sweet, hairless kitty,
that one rubs herself on his hand, and the other one slides
little twat back and forth along his dick as she presses against
his belly. Rotate girls one place! And then once more! The third
one rubs fast right on his tip. Ecstasy as he messes her clit
with his spurts.

Silent in total darkness, groping for ten beauties. All can be
fondled but only one has the pussy he can fuck. He can't find
her. Did they cheat? But whose clever mouth made him shoot his
load? She was fantastic! Mostly sperm is for pussies, but now and
then...

Shy but ever so beautiful. She just straddles his leg in her
panties and lets him kiss her hair, cheeks, neck -- and then for
a good long while on the lips. Don't fall in love with the
four-year-old too much! There are so many others too!

The fertile mucus, gliding home, the primal fuck drawn out
luxuriously, the ecstasy of breeding. Allie wants a fourth one!

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