Author: Sterling
Title: Rose Follows Her Dream By Spreading Her Legs
Summary: The orphanage is desperately short of money, the
director knows she has a toddler girl who loves to get licked
out, men would pay for the opportunity -- she does her own
ethical calculations and sets up a happy little side business.
Then little Rose comes along, who likes it more than any of the
others.
Keywords: pedo loli prost orphanage oral 1st

NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 9/23/2019

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Rose Follows Her Dream By Spreading Her Legs

Mrs. Smithson was out on her lunch break. She usually took a full
hour, but today she needed to use the bathroom so she went back
into the orphanage early.

What she saw, peeking into one of the rooms, astonished her.
Roger, one of the volunteers, had little Amy on her back, with
her diaper off, and his head was buried between the girl's legs!
She should be outraged, call the police, have Roger locked up for
life. The thing was, Amy was smiling. So instead she just
watched, her presence undetected. Baby Amy giggled a couple
times, got that dreamy expression, and then twitched with what
couldn't be anything except an orgasm! She was, what... one year
old?

Later she mentioned what she had seen to Roger, who was as
expected mortified and terrified. But after she got him to calm
down, Mrs. Smithson said she had seen the little girl have an
orgasm. Roger said that was why he did it to her regularly, but
none of the others. He tried the others, and most of them
squirmed and didn't like it so he stopped, but a few liked it.
Amy seemed to love it. Watching Amy interact with Roger at other
times, it was apparent to Mrs. Smithson that she loved Mark too.

The year was 1959. The orphanage was woefully short of money.
There were men who would pay a lot of money to do to Amy what
Roger had been doing. It was illegal, of course. But their
budget... she had recently been convinced to take a 25% pay cut,
the future looked grim, and if they closed down, the orphans
would be much worse off. They needed more people to hug them,
read them stories, and pay attention to them, not fewer. What did
Amy need? All that. What did she want in addition? It looked like
some attention to her private parts from an adult's tongue.
Maybe, just maybe... She tried to find the downside to her plan.
Amy loved it. The men would love it. The orphanage would get
money...

Roger had said none of the other little girls seemed to like it.
But Mrs. Smithson didn't see why she needed to limit her plan to
girls. What about the boys? Roger said he just wasn't attracted
to boys at all. Mrs. Smithson didn't think she was either, but
for the sake of the orphanage... She found alone time, and found
that sucking on a little penis did make her tingle between the
legs. Some of the boys squirmed with displeasure and she stopped
at once. A few of the penises got hard. And little baby Mark...
he loved it. He lay still, smiling, and then he shuddered and
twitched just as she felt his little organ get especially hard in
her mouth. With Mark and Amy both...

She couldn't set this up in the orphanage, of course. She
wondered about her Uncle John. He had never married, and she had
seen him sneaking glances at her and the other little girls when
she was younger. When she got older she got a hunch to what was
going through his mind. Maybe John would like to adopt Amy and
Mark?

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Rose yawned and stretched. She felt happy. She got out of bed and
put on the clean but comfy clothes that Mrs. Wilfred had set out
for her. She peed, combed her hair, and went to breakfast.
Oatmeal. She loved oatmeal with brown sugar and raisins and
cream. But she always took one strip of bacon from the bacon and
eggs that some of the others were having.

And then it was off to play with the other kids. There was Amy,
her sort of big sister. Amy was 11. Rose adored and looked up to
Amy -- Rose was going to turn 7 soon, she thought with a bit of
pride. There were the boys. Theo was 8. Mark was 12. And one
reason she was happy was that they were going to get a new baby
sister today! Melissa would be coming. She was just ten months
old. Rose couldn't wait to meet her. She wouldn't be the youngest
any more.

They played around outside on the climbing maze, there was a bit
of tag for a while, then they took off all their clothes and went
down to the beach -- the house had its own private beach on the
ocean. They splashed in the waves and made sand castles while
Mrs. Wilfred kept an eye on them. Then it was back to the house
for a shower and time for some schoolwork. Mrs. Wilfred worked
with the big kids for a while, then switched to her and Theo.

Then it was video time. As usual the boys wanted a boy-type video
and she and Amy wanted a girly video, so they watched in separate
rooms. They were limited to no more than two hours of video a
day.

Grandpa John was the head of the household. He made all the
rules, but he was fair. He spent a lot of time with the kids. Now
he led them in calisthenics. Somehow he made it fun to stretch
their bodies all different ways. Later they played around with a
soccer ball, nothing too serious. The kids got to have their
favorite thing for lunch. Mark and Theo liked pizza. Amy went for
macaroni and cheese. But for Rose it was grilled cheese with
tomato. It was fresh tomato from the garden and that made it
extra-yummy. If she wanted something else and told Mrs. Wilfred
in advance, she would make just about anything for her.

Then it was time to meet baby Melissa. For days they had looked
at her room with the crib and the changing table, mobiles and
baby toys all at the ready. Now Grandpa John brought her in, and
she was so cute! She smiled at everyone. They all wanted a turn
to hold her in their laps. The boys lost interest before long,
but she and Amy played with her for an hour until it was her nap
time. But she was fussy and unhappy and wouldn't go down to sleep
easily.

And then Grandpa John did the sensible thing. He took her T-shirt
and shorts off, and then her diaper, and laid her on her little
bed in her crib (the side lifted up out of the way). And then he
began licking her between the legs, down in her special girl
part. Melissa calmed down quickly, and then began smiling. She
held her legs up out of the way so Grandpa John could get right
in there and lick her. Rose felt a little tingle between her
legs. Grandpa John had been licking her like that for as long as
she could remember. Whenever she was feeling bad, she knew he
would always be willing to lick her down there, the way she liked
best, and before long she'd have one of those warm, happy wavy
feelings. Orgasm, they called it. And now Melissa cooed and
shuddered and smiled. Then she yawned and looked to be falling
asleep fast. Mrs. Wilfred eased a diaper onto her and then they
all left. All except Rose. She stayed a few minutes until she
could tell the little girl was actually asleep, and then she just
watched her chest gently rise and fall for a couple more minutes.

And then it was her very favorite time of day, the visiting
hours. That's when the men would come and visit them in special
rooms with beds and sofas and chairs and they would have sex
together. There was one room for the boys, and a separate one for
her and Amy. The girls came in with dresses but didn't keep them
on for long. They might put the dress or panties back on if a man
wanted them to, but mostly they were naked. And the men were
naked too. Grandpa John told her that when adult men and women
had sex, they did it in private, just the two of them. But he
wanted it to be out in the open so he could make sure what was
going on was OK. He wasn't usually in the room but across the
hall in a room where he could still see in. She and Amy thought
doing it together was nice because that meant they could keep
each other company.

The men were very nice. They adored her body. When she looked at
herself in the mirror she just saw a girl, with light brown hair
that went partway down her back, that she usually held in a pony
tail -- but not when the men were around, since they liked it
loose. She saw brown eyes and a little girl face, with arms and
legs like any child. There between her legs was the slit only
girls had, but it didn't look special to her. The boy stuff was
more interesting to look at. But the men obviously saw something
different -- something they liked a lot. They would sometimes
just look at her body with wonder, other times they would run
their hands all over her different ways. Her little slit down
between her legs interested them most of all, however. Some liked
to look, some liked to stroke gently with their fingers. They had
been told that she usually liked to be licked down there, but
they asked first. Sometimes they sounded so surprised when she
said yes. But a nice man with his tongue down on her happy button
-- that was amazing. They did it all different ways with their
tongue, but they all felt nice. Usually she had an orgasm from
the first man who did it, and then later if she felt like it but
not always.

And then there were the men's bodies. All the men had a penis
between their legs, and hair and the ball sack. But the penis
always got long and hard. It was seeing and thinking about Rose's
little body that made it get long and hard. And the men usually
wanted to play around with her until they had an orgasm. A man
orgasm was different from a girl orgasm. The others said it felt
just as good for the men as it felt when she had her orgasm, so
she wanted to help the nice men feel that good. But when men got
that good feeling, this sticky goo always shot out the end of the
penis. Sperm, it was called. It was easy enough to clean up, and
she got to like it when she thought of it as a sure sign that the
men were feeling so good.

Sometimes they wanted her to take the end of their penis in her
mouth, and she was fine with that. If it felt as good for them as
it did for her when men licked her, she was eager to help. The
goo didn't taste all that good, though. But as Amy and Grandpa
John taught, she could put dabs of delicious food goo on the
penis first. Like chocolate. Or raspberry jam. Then she got to
have that wonderful taste in her mouth, and when the goo came out
the taste stayed pretty much the same and she could swallow it
all together.

Other times they'd promise not to shoot goo in her mouth and
she'd just lick it a while but they'd go on to something else to
make their orgasm happen. More often than not, their focus was
between her legs. Some men just knelt over her and looked at her
down there as they rubbed themselves with their hand, and the goo
just shot out onto her tummy. Sometimes they wanted her to hold
herself open down there so they could see inside. Because inside
was her vagina, and that's what the men were thinking of most.

She knew all about that from watching the men with Amy. What men
liked most of all was to slide their penis into her vagina and
spurt the goo inside. When they were done the penis came out and
the goo stayed inside. When Rose told Amy she was lucky to have
the goo taken care of so easily like that she laughed and said
that was one way to look at it.

She had been told how that was how babies were made, a man
shooting goo into a grown woman's vagina. That told the baby how
to make half of itself. The half from the daddy. The mommy told
it how to make the other half.

The boys reported what went on over in their room, and it was
much the same, except the boys had little penises. Men sucked
them instead of licking. Rose had seen the little penises get
stiff around the house sometimes. The boys usually got orgasms
from men sucking their stiff penises, and they loved it.

When Theo learned how babies are made, he said that Mark ought to
stick his penis in Amy. The big kids both wrinkled their noses at
the idea, saying it sounded gross, but they also giggled. Mark
blushed when they noticed his penis getting hard, and Amy lay
back with legs spread wide, just for fun. But then they said they
didn't want to because they were brother and sister. Though they
knew they were adopted.

Most men wanted to shoot their goo into grown women, she had been
told. Only some of them wanted to shoot it into girls like Amy or
her, and those were the men who came to visit them. Some men
wanted to do all that stuff with boys instead of girls, and
they're the ones who visited Mark and Theo.

There was one big difference between Amy and Rose, of course.
Amy's vagina was big enough that a penis could poke in and out
and squirt in there and it fit just fine. It was tight but it
fit. Rose's vagina was too small. But the men liked to look at
the opening and liked to touch it. Rose tested it to see how big
it was, sticking her fingers up there. After a man had licked her
to an orgasm, she was wet there, and they all said her body
worked that way so the penis could slide in and out easier when
she was older. But when she was wet, she could slide her middle
finger in. She tried that when she was alone, and imagined the
finger was a penis. In and out and in and out, like she saw the
men doing with Amy. And she got some of those same good feelings
as when men licked her down there. Not as strong, but the same
kind. They said that women and big girls liked getting the penis
in there so they could have babies, and it felt good so they'd
like it even more, and little girls had some of the same
feelings.

Since the men were so interested in her vagina, she wondered if
they would like to slide their little finger in there. She asked
Amy and Grandpa John if that was OK, and they both said that the
men probably would love that and it was a great idea for her to
offer. Sometimes after the goo came out, Rose took some on her
middle finger and slid it up inside while the men watched. That
put the goo where the men really wanted to put it anyway, and the
men usually thought that was fantastic, to see the goo going up
into her like that. They could put it in with their little finger
too, if they were gentle.

All the men were very nice. Except one. Once a man slapped Amy's
thigh while he was on top of her with his penis going in and out.
And then he said a naughty word, and he said it in a not very
nice tone. Rose had remembered the word. It was "slut". Grandpa
John appeared instantly, quiet but angry. The man pulled his
penis out of Amy quickly and Grandpa John escorted him out of the
room, holding his arm. A few minutes later the man came in fully
dressed with Grandpa John behind him and apologized to Amy and
then left. They never saw him again.

When Rose asked Amy about it later, she said the slap hadn't hurt
her, but the tone of voice hurt her feelings. "Slut" was a word
for girls who had sex with lots of men. Now Rose and Amy had lots
of sex, every day, with lots of different men. So Rose learned
that out in the wider world most girls didn't have sex with so
many men and people looked down on them if they did. And Rose
learned that some men aren't nice and loving towards the women
they have sex with. Amy said she adored Grandpa John because he
only let men in to see them who were respectful and loving. And
if some man didn't follow the rules, like that one, John was
there to make everything OK. She also learned that the men paid
money for the chance to do sexy stuff with any of the four of
them. That didn't seem unusual to Rose, just one of the constant
stream of things she was learning all the time about how the
world worked.

Sometimes there were only one or two men for her. Sometimes there
were four or five. Once John apologetically asked if seven would
be OK, and Rose thought that was fine. She would get as many
orgasms as she wanted -- she was usually fully satisfied if she
had three -- and she would get to see these men who adored her
and see them get so terribly happy when they had their orgasm.

A few days after her arrival Melissa joined them in the girls'
room. Melissa was initially picky about the men she let lick her
between the legs, but usually she was up for one lucky man.
Mostly she sat there with her legs apart, while men looked
intently at her and spurted their sperm out. Sometimes they
spurted it onto Melissa, and that made her giggle. John explained
that he thought it would be a year or two before Melissa would be
ready to take a penis in her mouth -- along with chocolate or
honey or whatever she liked best.

Rose had a funny feeling looking at one of the men -- he looked
familiar. And then another one too. She asked Amy about it, who
said she thought she knew what it was. Some men only liked very
small girls like Melissa, not girls like Rose, who wasn't exactly
a "big girl" but a lot bigger than Melissa. So those men had come
to visit her when she was very small but then stopped coming as
she got older. Now there was a new small girl they came back.
Grandpa John confirmed Amy's hunch. He asked Rose if she would
mind if some of them just said hello. She didn't mind, and all
those men were so nice to her. They didn't touch her, but their
faces shone as they told her how fondly they remembered her.

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"Amy, what's going on with your vagina. Is it getting bigger?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"I was your age when I got big enough for men to stick it in me.
So I wondered if you'd been doing anything to make it get bigger.
I remember sticking fingers in mine."

"I do that. I stick fingers in. And I let the men stick their
little fingers in. As long as it doesn't hurt."

"Maybe when it's just you you need to keep going even when it
hurts a little. Your body will get used to it and then pretty
soon it will take something that big without it hurting."

"Well, OK."

"Here, let me try." It wasn't so unusual for Amy and Rose to
explore each other's private parts.

"Ow!" said Rose. "Ow! Ow!"

"Like that. It wasn't so bad, was it? It doesn't hurt any more,
does it?"

Rose took a moment to figure out how it actually felt now. "No.
It feels OK now."

"So just do that every day and your vagina will get bigger."

"OK."

"Then you'll be able to have all the goo delivered in one tidy
place where it doesn't make a mess."

Rose smiled as she remembered that earlier conversation they had
had.

"And -- you'll be a big girl."

That made Rose surge with pride and anticipation. She wanted to
be a big girl.

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"Hello, Rose."

It was Grandpa John.

"Could you try something? This man wants to get on his back and
have you climb up on top of him and put his penis right at your
opening. I said that sounded OK if it was OK with you."

"OK," said Rose, happy to try something new. Other times she had
sat on men and rubbed her girl part back and forth along their
penis. But this was different -- matching up the penis tip with
her opening.

Rose was amazed how high up she had to go to stick the man's tip
right there between her girl lips. The shaft was so long! But she
did it. She could nestle it right in there. And then she began
stroking the man's shaft up and down. He groaned and moaned.

"I can shoot right into there?" he asked with amazement, to Rose
and to Grandpa John, who had stayed to watch.

"Sure!" said Rose.

Rose got to watch his face contort with pleasure as he got more
and more excited, and then she heard him gasp. This time she
couldn't see any goo, but she could feel it surge out, right
there around her vagina opening and even inside a little.

Two other men wanted to do things that way, and they loved it.
One wanted to stroke his own penis instead of having her do it.

Then there was the fourth one. As his excitement built to a peak,
he suddenly pushed up hard with his penis -- and the tip went
into her!

"Ow!" she said, pulling up off the man.

Instantly Grandpa John was there.

"What happened?"

"Oh, shit, I'm so sorry," said the man through his ragged
breathing.

"He poked it up inside," said Rose.

"Just when I came... sort of a reflex, but I should have stopped
it," said the man.

Rose wasn't sure what Grandpa John would do. But he said, "That's
OK. Understandable. Rose's vagina is almost big enough. It might
need a bit of nudging."

Rose had to admit that it had stopped hurting pretty quickly.

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Rose had brushed her teeth and peed and she was ready to sleep...
naked, as usual. Grandpa John had come to lick her good night, as
he often did. She saw his silver head of hair down between her
legs. And she felt his tongue, and boy did it feel good. Good,
good, good... there! She quivered and jerked with the pleasure of
orgasm. A nice big one. He got up to lie beside her on the bed,
and she snuggled against him. Sometimes he asked if he could rub
himself and spurt onto her belly as he looked at her, but other
times he liked to lie beside her. Other times he just kissed her
and left. Now he stayed to snuggle.

When he spoke he seemed almost shy. "Rose, I've been admiring
your body for years. I love to lick you to orgasm, as you well
know."

Rose smiled. He sure seemed to like it, and she loved it.

"But if your vagina is ready, or almost ready, um, I'd love to be
the first man to stick his penis into you all the way. Would you
be willing to do that?"

"Sure, Grandpa John." She'd thought about it. She had learned
years before not to say anything if a man's penis was skinny or
short. Men didn't like that at all. But the truth was Grandpa
John's penis was on the skinny side.

He smiled. "Oh, that's wonderful. Let me know when you're ready
to try it."

"What about now?"

"Now?"

"Well, you just made me really happy, and so my vagina got wet
and as big as it ever gets."

Grandpa John's face lit up.

"If you're sure..."

"I'm sure."

"So... you want to be on top, so you can control everything?"

"No, I'll be on my back. I trust you to stop if it hurts."

"Oh, Rose," said John, kissing her on the cheek.

And so Rose lay back on the bed with her legs spread wide, and
held her vagina lips apart as Grandpa John's penis approached.
The head nestled in between her lips. He pressed in a little, and
Rose reminded herself to relax the muscles. And then the tip went
in. It was big! But it didn't hurt.

"Oh, Rose!" gasped Grandpa John. "That's OK?"

Rose smiled and nodded.

He pressed in gently a little more. It sure was big in her, but
it didn't hurt.

He looked at her questioningly, and she said, "You can try more."

So he pressed in just a little more. Wow, was it tight! But he
looked so happy, and it didn't hurt.

"That's enough for a first time," said Grandpa John. "It's enough
to let me do it."

And then she felt the big, thick prong slide out just a little,
then in a little, and it got a little faster, and Grandpa John
looked so happy. She could feel his excitement build as his hot
penis slid in and out. And then he groaned and gasped, and she
knew the goo was shooting out. He was beaming as he caught his
breath, and he kissed her -- on the lips this time. He didn't do
that very often but she liked it, because she loved her Grandpa
John. Then he slid his penis out of her and lay beside her. And
there was a slick penis but no goo, because it all stayed up
inside her.

"It didn't hurt?" he asked.

Rose shook her head. It felt kind of warm and nice, actually.

She lay on her back as Grandpa John snuggled against her. Usually
he'd get up pretty soon after he had spurted onto her tummy, but
now he stayed. He kissed her neck, ever so gently, then moved
down a half inch and kissed her neck again. Rose looked down at
her little body, and was proud of how much he liked it. And
there, between her legs, the little mound. Now she had what it
took to make a man really happy. She noticed Grandpa John's penis
getting hard where it lay against her thigh. His kisses got just
a little faster on her neck.

"You want to do it again?" asked Rose.

"Again? Now?" he said with surprise.

"It's hard again. And I liked it."

"Oh, Rose, Rose, Rose..." he mumbled as he mounted her again.

Once again she felt the big, hot penis tip slide in. Again he
slid it in very slowly, looking at her. "Tell me if it hurts,
OK?'

It got in as deep as it had before, when he spurted, but it kept
going in, the huge thing, but her vagina walls just slid aside
and it kept going in, and in, and in some more. It stopped when
their bodies bumped together on the outside.

"Oh, that's amazing!" said Grandpa John.

Then he started the in and out motion that men always do. He kept
looking at her to see if she was OK, but she didn't feel any
pain. Not at all. His penis went in and out faster. He took it
out more of the way and then plunged it back in, over and over.
She was so happy to see him so excited.

And then she realized there was something else going on. It felt
good down there! Inside her vagina and all around, it felt good
like when he was licking her. Not as strong, but the same good
feelings. Warm and nice.

"At my age, having come so soon before, I might not be able to...
Let me know when you get bored," he said with a kindly smile,
kissing her cheek as he pumped in and out.

"Oh, I'm not bored. It feels good! I mean, really good. I like
the in and out."

"Really? Wow..." He pumped in and out some more. "Maybe even
better like this?" he said.

She felt it go in deep and stay for a second when it was in all
the way instead of coming right back out. And it did feel better.
He did something with the angle too, and it felt better.

"Yes, oh yes!" she said. She involuntarily squeezed her vagina
tight around him.

"You squeezed!" he said with astonishment.

"Sorry..."

"No, it's wonderful... squeezing at the right time makes a man
feel extra good."

"When's the right time?"

"Any time is OK, but when he's just about to ejaculate is an
especially good time."

"OK."

"Oh, Rose, I've dreamed about this for so long, but I never
thought you'd actively enjoy it. I assumed it would be like with
Amy, where I lick her to make her happy, and then she lets me do
it in her vagina because it makes me happy."

He pumped in and out, looking at her intently. "It's true, I can
see it, you like to get it in the vagina!"

Rose shrugged, then squeezed briefly.

Grandpa John smiled and then started pumping in and out faster.
He pounded in and out and it felt so good, having his big male
body up on top of her and his big penis going in and out of her
vagina so hard and fast. As he got more and more excited, she
squeezed again, and this time his voice went up in pitch and he
lunged in and out faster and then gasped and groaned and said,
"Oh my God!" and she knew he was shooting goo into her again.

He stayed another half hour, snuggling and kissing. She was
getting really sleepy and he left.

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At breakfast she could tell by the way he looked at her that he
was thinking about sticking it in her again. She thought of
asking him if he wanted to, but she was a little sore down there.

She did sex the usual way with men that day and the next, but she
thought it would be nice if they stuck their penis into her. It
would be nice to them and feel nice to her too.

Two days after they had sex the first two times, Grandpa John
came back and she was eager to let him do it again. No hint of
soreness this time. It still felt big in there, but it felt so
good.

"Can I start letting the other men stick it in me?" she asked as
they lay together after he was done.

He hesitated. "Sure, sure we can. That would be a good idea if
you're sure you're ready."

Amy was excited to learn that Rose was ready to take a penis
inside. Grandpa John licked Rose to a nice orgasm before the men
arrived. And Rose saw Amy watching as the first man stuck his
penis into her. He lasted all of ten seconds before he spurted
his goo into her, but Rose still liked it.

One man had been there a couple days and had done it to Amy each
day. When he heard that Rose was ready to take a penis in her
vagina, he asked if he could do it to her instead. And he did,
and it felt nice. The excitement these men felt penetrating her
vagina was itself so exciting, and the sensation of the big penis
going in and out felt good to her, and then to feel their ecstasy
as they spurted goo up inside her... it was very nice.

After three men had done her another one asked if he could, and
Grandpa John said, "She's had three, maybe that's enough for one
day. Amy's available, though."

Rose looked at Amy, who shrugged. Rose said, "I'd like to get it
again."

Amy and the man looked at her with surprise.

"Well, OK then," said Grandpa John.

And there was another penis sliding into her. This one was
thicker, but it felt just as good. Maybe it felt better. He
pumped in and out at all different speeds and angles and rhythms.
Five minutes went by. "Maybe time to finish up?" said Amy to the
man.

"No hurry," said Rose. "It feels good." She gave the man a bit of
a hug with her arms around him.

He looked at her with a big smile and kept pumping away.
Meanwhile another man came who had Amy lie down so he could shove
his penis up into her. But Rose could see him stealing glances at
her as he did his poking in and out of Amy.

When the men were all gone and it was just family again, Amy
said, "You took it from seven guys!"

"Did I? I wasn't counting."

"Seven. And you liked it?"

"Yeah, I liked it. Goo has been dripping out of my vagina and
down my leg, but that's OK."

"I should think so. Seven ejaculations..."

After a pause, Rose said, "Amy, I was wondering something..."

"Yes?"

"Why did those guys who were going to do it with you want to do
it with me instead?"

"Oh. I think it's that my body's changing."

It was true that Rose was growing little bits of breasts, and
there was a little fuzz between her legs. Maybe her hips were a
bit wider. "That's supposed to happen, right?"

"Sure, but these are pedophiles. They like girls before anything
has started to happen. Like with you."

When he saw what was happening, Grandpa John made an adjustment.
He put Amy in her own room, and as word got around of how her
body was changing, other men came who thought her changing body
was fantastic. She took up to three each afternoon.

But in Melissa and Rose's room, guys came in who liked younger
girls. Rose saw no reason to stop at three guys in an afternoon.
They were so kind and so happy to do it to her, and she loved the
feel of their cock sliding in and out. "Cock" was another word
for penis, and she liked it now that they were sliding up into
her body all the time. She didn't mind if they were a little fat,
or old, or skinny, or just teens. She loved getting it from all
of them.

Some of the guys started by licking out little Melissa but
instead of spurting onto her belly, they mounted Rose instead and
stuck their big penises into her. Their eyes were on little
Melissa, and they usually didn't last long before shooting their
goo into Rose. She didn't mind if they liked Melissa more. She
still loved getting their big penises and helping them feel
happy. She remembered that for years guys had licked her and had
her take their cocks in her mouth, but then went over to finish
up and shoot their goo inside of Amy. Now it was Rose's turn.

One day a handsome man with a thick cock slid it in and out of
her, going on and on. His pleasure was obvious, and it felt
better and better for her, and then -- she had an orgasm! Just
from his penis going in and out! It was a little one, not as good
as the ones she got from men's tongues, but it was nice.

Grandpa John kept telling her to let him know when she'd had
enough in any given day, but after one guy shot his sperm up into
her, so very appreciative of her body, she was ready for the next
guy. She felt very important, and very appreciated. And she loved
how the cocks felt as they thrust in and out of her. After one
busy, happy day she asked Grandpa John how many there had been,
and he said 19. She shrugged. She was up for more. She started
earlier, and they only brought Melissa in later.

Amy had been at this longer. Amy loved to get licked between the
legs. When she came she shuddered more and gasped louder than
Rose. Maybe that meant she liked it even better. But she wasn't
exactly thrilled when the men stuck their penises into her. She
did it because it was only fair, and she did like to help them
feel good. But it wasn't like with Rose, who liked getting a big
penis up her vagina because it just felt good to her.

Amy said she realized she had felt not so good recently because
many men didn't seem so enthusiastic. Now she realized it was
because those guys wanted a pure little girl like Rose with no
signs of growing up. Now it was better because the guys who saw
her wanted a girl with a little public hair and small breasts
starting to form. If they wanted a girl who was just a little
girl with no hint of woman starting to show, they could poke and
spurt in Rose instead.

Melissa learned to walk and talk. She learned to lick on men's
penises when they were coated with something delicious and sweet,
and to swallow it even when that flavor was diluted with sperm.
She learned to stand beside Rose, holding her vagina lips apart
as the men pumped their penises in and out of Rose. She learned
to kneel on either side of Rose's head, with a man licking her
privates as he pumped his penis in and out of Rose.

But Rose... Rose was in heaven. Big grown men loved looking at
and touching her body. They made her feel like a goddess. And
each of them had a big cock, and each of them wanted to slide it
into her vagina. Rose spread her legs to let them, and she loved
spreading her legs because she knew what would come next. And
Rose loved to feel that cock in there. She loved how the men got
so excited and felt as good as a man could possibly feel as their
big stiff penises spurted goo way up inside her. She loved the
feel of the big thing in there even if it wasn't moving. But she
loved the in and out motion even more. Pretty often she had
little orgasms. She didn't mind if the men wanted to keep their
cock inside her after they shot their goo. It was warm and close
and she usually felt the penis get softer. But they didn't stay
long if another man was waiting, and she felt excited all over
again as the new man adored her, his hard cock thrust into her,
making her feel so good down there, and then he spurted his goo
inside her too. How could life be any better than that?

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The year was 1978. The orphanage was doing very well. Mrs.
Smithson was the director and earned an entirely respectable
salary. Their new building was a modern, state-of-the-art
facility. They had an excellent record placing the children in
good homes, even children with special needs.

The public was told that this was all possible due to the
generosity of one anonymous donor. They figured he had certainly
left them all a great deal of money. Only Mrs. Smithson knew the
truth. Things had started out just fine when Grandpa John adopted
Mark and Amy. Income increased when he adopted baby Theo and
Rose. It had taken several years, as these babies who loved
getting licked or sucked weren't as common as she had thought
given her early luck with Mark and Amy. But then when Rose turned
7, the money started coming in fast -- like a flood, almost. Some
men are happy to just do it with any prostitute that will have
them, but some are sensitive. And when they could sense that Rose
really actually wanted it for her own pleasure, she got rave
reviews. Word spread. The price she commanded rose dramatically.

But the kids would eventually grow up and become adults and
leave. They would learn that they had been child prostitutes.
They had had it better than any prostitutes in history, but
still... She and John had already faced that anxiety with Mark
and Amy but it had gone well. They had set aside large trust
funds for all of John's kids to live off -- contingent on their
keeping quiet. It looked like Mark and Amy wouldn't have told
even without the financial incentive, but they certainly
appreciated it.

Rose's trust fund was the biggest. Six million dollars. They say
the happiest people are those who can get paid to do what they
love. Rose was doing that.

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