Author: Sterling
Title: Saving a Devil of a Girl, and the Devilish Payback
Summary: Bruce is in prison for child porn
possession, though he has never touched a child. They offer him a
deal. He can get out of prison early if he will be foster dad to
a very troubled girl. Notably, Julie bites. With the love of a
pedophile, he takes on the challenge, and succeeds. So he takes
on and helps other little girls, one after another. He has a
calling. Then Julie comes back at the age of 12, her own
sexuality awakened in troubling fashion. He loses his virginity
with her, and she then starts him on his path to an unquenchable
lust for small girls.
Keywords: Mg(3,6,12) pedo, loli, foster, group, voyeur, reluctant, 1st

NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 2/28/2021.

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Saving a Devil of a Girl, and the Devilish Payback

Chapter 1

Bruce Lombard waited anxiously in the "ready room" where
prisoners were kept until their visitors showed up. All he knew
about his visitor was that she was some official-type person,
though not one he'd met before. He never had any "personal"
visitors, as his parents, sisters and friends had all turned
their backs on him after his conviction.

Finally a guard called him and he found himself talking through
the plexiglass with one Mrs. Jackson, a social worker.

"You came to our attention because you were convicted of
possession of child porn -- let's see, 37,061 instances, is that
right?"

"Sounds about right."

"You have served nearly one year of a five-year sentence."

"1,525 days left, after today."

"Yet you have some expectation of parole in three years."

"I like to keep the worst case in mind."

Mrs. Jackson smiled. "You are also a candidate for our program
because you had no inappropriate contact with children at any
time, you have a normal psychological profile, you said you'd
like to have kids some day--"

"Not likely, I wouldn't say."

"-- You'd like to have kids some day, and your peak age of
attraction is to girls of about six years of age."

He said nothing. Just who he was attracted to was a sore point
with his 'therapists'.

"How'd you like a chance to walk out on parole in two weeks?"

"What's the catch?"

Mrs. Jackson smiled. "The catch is that you agree to be a father
to a six-year-old girl."

Bruce laughed out loud, but Mrs. Jackson gave only an
understanding smile.

"OK, finish the joke," he said.

"No joke, but I can see why you'd think that. Six months ago the
police made a series of raids on child porn rings, and one
central operation was based in a large compound in Utah. When the
police raided, they rescued sixteen children. Social services
have returned some to their families, and the rest are in foster
care situations, where things are progressing pretty well. All
except one girl. She's about six. We don't know her name, because
she doesn't talk, but we call her Alexa."

"She hasn't said anything in six months?"

"No, except mumbling in her sleep. She has been in two foster
situations, but both families have said they just can't handle
her. She's currently on a pediatric psychiatric ward."

"What does she do?"

"Let's see. She's lost her toilet training, she wakes up
screaming most nights, and when people try to show her affection,
she suddenly and unpredictably turns violent. How's that for a
start?"

"What did they do to her?" Bruce asked softly.

"She was apparently featured in some rather unsavory porn
movies."

"Aw, shit," he said softly.

"We also speculate that some of the ringleaders were rather
sadistic to her beyond what was on film."

Bruce clenched his fists.

"Are you upset, Mr. Lombard? Could you keep your temper under
control?"

He relaxed. "Oh, sorry. I just hate the idea of girls being
abused."

Mrs. Jackson smiled. "That's part of what we're banking on, Mr.
Lombard. There's a theory that as a class, pedophiles who have no
history of contact offenses have more compassion for children
than anyone else."

"So what's the deal, exactly?"

"The deal is that you occupy an efficiency apartment with this
girl we call Alexa. You live with her, day in and day out, and we
see if she gets better."

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Our hope is that you show her love and affection and she
eventually trusts you."

"You think I can do better than all you professionals?"

"It's experimental; we're not sure. But Alexa is a desperate
case."

Bruce paused, his thoughts churning.

"As a prisoner, repaying your debt to society, you don't have a
lot else to do. We're hoping you can stay with Alexa every moment
of every day, staying patient in spite of everything she throws
at you -- which will be a lot."

"And if I fail?"

"You return to prison to serve out your term. It gives you
motivation to succeed."

"You're not afraid I'm going to abuse her some more?"

"Are you?"

"No! It's just I'm surprised you folks wouldn't just assume
that."

"Some critics of our program are worried about that. Their
objections are overridden because we have no other promising
approaches to her. Although we can't say it on the record, she's
also already been through so much that a little extra abuse
wouldn't hurt her that much... Have you ever seen a psychiatric
ward for violent patients?"

"No."

"You're lucky. Anyway, video cameras would cover every angle of
the apartment, so we can review how you're treating her. I hope
you don't mind -- you'll have even less privacy than you have
here."

"Hmmmm."

"We call it parole, but you won't be free to leave. It's kind of
like a different sort of imprisonment."

"But one where my cellmate is a little girl."

"Yeah, that's the idea."

"Can I meet her first?"

"We don't want to move her around and introduce her to new people
unnecessarily, but I do have some video -- take a look."

And on her laptop, Mrs. Jackson brought up some video of the
girl. She looked sullen and withdrawn, but still his heart went
out to her. She had a nicely shaped face, with big brown eyes.

"I'll do it."

"You're going to give this your best effort?"

"Of course."

There were a great many details to work out, of course.

One thing Bruce asked up front was whether he was allowed to
masturbate. It seemed best to clarify this in advance. They said
that he could if he always did it in the bathroom with the door
locked, without any visual aids, and flushed any items with semen
down the toilet so Alexa could never find them. This he was
willing to do, and always followed the rules exactly.

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Mrs. Jackson had promised him an efficiency apartment, and that
was what this had been at one time. By now, it was more like a
padded cell. There were high cabinets that Alexa couldn't
possibly reach, and everything lower down was locked, controlled
by a touch key pad. The door to the bathroom had the same
arrangement. He could lock himself in the bathroom, but Alexa
couldn't.

For the first meeting they had outfitted him with leather pants,
long-sleeved leather shirt, and gloves. A defense against biting,
they said.

He heard noises in the hall, then the door opened. In walked a
woman, dressed in leather as he was, and the girl.

"Alexa, I'd like you to meet Bruce. Bruce, this is Alexa."

"Hello, Alexa," said Bruce softly. Something about the girl
looked a little familiar.

She screamed and hid behind the woman. Bruce saw the girl's jaws
clamp down on the woman's hip.

"Don't bite!" she said sternly. It seemed these leather garments
really were necessary, and that the woman's leather might have
just saved her from a nasty wound.

"Hello, Alexa, I'm going to take care of you now," Bruce said.
Despite what he'd just witnessed, his resolve was firm and
heartfelt. "For as long as it takes."

"Well, I hope you can live up to that promise," said the woman.
"I'll leave you alone now."

Alexa clamped arms and legs onto the woman's leg and wailed.

"Can you take her?" she asked after a moment.

Bruce came over and managed to pry the surprisingly strong girl
off of the woman's leg. Alexa thrashed in his arms and bit the
leather on his upper arm. Then the woman was gone and the door
locked, Alexa still thrashing. After a brief hesitation, Bruce
let her go, and she fled to the far corner of the room in front
of the refrigerator, turned, and stared at him with a defiant
expression.

Then it struck him. He'd seen her in a number of videos and still
pictures. Her hair was longer then, and she had frozen smiles
much of the time, but sometimes her expression reverted to this
stony stare. His anger boiled as he recalled her in the most
horrible video he'd ever seen. He'd repeatedly told his contacts
not to send him anything involving cruelty or violence, but this
one had slipped through somehow. He'd been mesmerized with
horror. The men smeared her with feces and made her eat some,
while two others fucked her two lower holes at once.

"Holy shit," he mumbled. "You're Tracy."

At the sound of the name, a look of terror replaced defiance on
her face, and a dark spot at her crotch showed she'd wet her
pants -- sweat pants, they looked like.

"No, no, sorry, that's just what they called you. That's not your
name. You can be Alexa, or we can try any other name you like.
What's your real name?"

He knew she didn't speak, but he thought he might as well ask.

Now she'd wet her pants. Presumably he ought to get her changed,
but doing that to a thrashing, biting girl was going to be
unpleasant if not impossible.

He knew the psychiatric ward had been handling her with
tranquilizing drugs, but he didn't have any of those. They'd also
restrained her physically, and he did have that option. He could
handcuff her to some rings on the floor by her sleeping mat, but
he had decided he wouldn't use that unless he was truly
desperate.

He shrugged and said, "Looks like you've wet your pants."

She looked down at her wet front, confirming that she could
understand him, then looked at him with greater defiance.

"If you want, I can get you some dry ones. Or you can stay in
those. Or you can go without clothes. It's up to you."

She glared at him. He looked back at her and held her gaze, but
tried to give a touch of a friendly smile.

"Oh, what have they done to you?" he said softly. "You never
deserved any of that stuff they did. You poor girl."

She stamped her foot and screamed when he said that.

He sighed. "OK, OK. We're stuck with each other, Alexa. I hope
that sooner or later, I can make you feel OK again, at least a
little happy sometimes. I want to give you the love you haven't
had for way too long."

He looked at her with patient concern, and she stared back
malevolently. But she broke their mutual staring first.

After a moment, she wriggled her pelvis and grimaced -- the wet
pants were uncomfortable. She fixed him with her defiant stare
once more, then pulled down her sweat pants and panties.

"That's a good idea," he said. "Must be uncomfortable."

She finished taking the wet clothes off, then used dry places on
the pans to dry herself. She left her girl parts exposed.

Bruce noted his reaction. Tracy had also been featured in some
simple nude shots, and he'd masturbated to orgasm a few times
looking at those pictures -- along with the hundreds of other
girls. He'd fantasized about cherishing and loving those parts of
girls if he could ever have them for real. Now that it was a
possibility -- there they were, ten feet away -- it wasn't on his
mind at all. Their main effect was to remind him that she was a
girl. Bruce believed every person was unique and special, with
the potential to be good even if the current picture wasn't
promising. But it was much easier for Bruce to keep that firmly
in mind for girls, and there she was, showing unmistakably that
she was a girl.

"You can be naked if you want; it's up to you."

After a while, she sat down on the floor and looked off into
space.

"Let me take those wet things and rinse them out. You want to
toss them to me? ... No? OK, I'll come get them."

As he slowly approached, Alexa scooted away to the corner of the
room with one of the two sleeping mats. He had decided she could
have whichever of the two she wanted, and now she'd made her
pick. He rinsed the wet clothes out in the bathroom sink, but
then put them into the laundry slot, way up high on the wall.

He sat down in one of the cheap plastic chairs -- it was lawn
furniture.

What should he do? Where to start? He figured he'd talk to her.
He'd tell her what was on his mind.

"So, here we are, Alexa. I was in prison, and they let me come
out if I agreed to try being like a father to you. And I'm going
to stay with you in here day after day, week after week. I can
tell you're really a fine girl -- you're fine just the way you
are, but I'm hoping you'll get happier. And if you start acting
better, people will be nice to you more. Have people been telling
you you're a bad girl? You're no bad girl -- you're a good girl."
And he believed it. The sullen, brooding child who was likely to
lash out in violence at any moment -- she was a good girl.

She sat down after a while on her sleeping mat, because even very
angry people get bored. But she didn't take her eyes off of him.

"Let me tell you about myself," he said. "I grew up in a
medium-sized town. My father was a salesman, and my mother stayed
at home with me and my two brothers. I remember as a boy my
grandma visiting a few time, but then she died..." On and on he
went. From subtle reactions, he could tell Alexa was listening.

When a good long while had passed, he said, "Are you hungry?"

She just glared.

"I'm getting hungry. They left some macaroni and cheese for us up
in the refrigerator."

He entered the combination to open the fridge and heated the dish
in the microwave. He served the mac and cheese on plastic plates,
in a simple place setting of napkin and fork. He gave Alexa a
plastic cup of milk and a glass of water for himself, then sat
down.

She came to the table warily, dabbed her finger at the Mac and
cheese, then began stuffing it into her face with her hands,
ignoring the fork. He decided to let it go; his first goal was to
get her not to bite. When she'd eaten some, she drank some of the
milk. Then she took a handful of the mac and cheese and threw it
across the room.

He sighed. "I wish you wouldn't do that."

She threw more. He looked at her. She stared back, then threw the
rest of her milk into his face.

He spluttered. "Oh, dear. You know, you are making me mad..."

Alexa gave an evil sneer when he said that.

But he just sat, looking at her, and quickly regained his
pleasant smile. He'd clean it up. He had nothing but time. When
it looked like she was done making a mess and had wandered off,
he pulled off his wet shirt and sponged himself off at the sink,
then tracked down the gloppy food where it had splattered on the
walls and floor.

Then he went back to talking to her. He decided to be honest.
Kids are very good B.S. detectors, he knew, and if there was one
thing Alexa needed to let her trust the world again, it was
honesty.

"I'm kind of scared of you, Alexa. I don't know much about girls
to begin with, and then you're so angry that you bite and hurt
people. But I know you're really a good girl. I want to help you,
if I can."

When she started looking sleepy, he said she could brush her
teeth or get into pajamas if she wanted, but she didn't show any
inclination to do either.

He sang her a lullaby from across the room, and before long she
was asleep, having grabbed a blanket that more or less covered
her. Whether she listened to or cared about the lullaby he
couldn't tell.

After watching her for a while, he crept up and sat next to her
mattress on the floor. He just looked at her.

Did he bear a measure of responsibility for the girl's suffering?
He had downloaded thousands of child porn pictures, some of them
of her. He was so glad he'd never paid any money for it. Once
he'd assembled a large collection, he'd traded pictures, even
though he never created any new content. He'd done some editing
in Photoshop to make a few of the pictures look sexier before he
passed them along, so he supposed he contributed that way.

After a while, he had to clear his throat. Though he did it as
quietly as possible, Alexa woke, startled, and cowered back in
fear seeing him by her mattress.

"It's OK," he said gently. "I was just looking at you."

Fear turned to rage in a heartbeat, and she launched herself at
him, fists flailing. He fended them off as best he could, but he
didn't want to be rough with the girl. Next thing he knew, he
felt her teeth sinking into his shoulder -- he had dispensed with
his leather garments.

Reflexively he threw the girl back away from him. "Ouch!" he
said. "That hurt!" He felt rage, but as soon as he looked up and
saw a girl, it weakened and subsided.

Alexa cowered back, still looking defiant.

"I really wish you wouldn't do that." The bite was bleeding, and
it hurt when he touched it. "You hurt me!"

She gave a wicked smile and stuck out her tongue at him. Anger
stirred in him briefly, but he soon regained his smile. He'd had
some role in her suffering, however small, and now he was
suffering in turn.

Faced with his smile, she looked a little confused, unsure what
to do next. She tried to keep herself awake, but the exhausted
girl couldn't keep her eyes open for long. When he was pretty
sure she was really asleep, he adjusted the blanket over the
girl.

He got up and washed his shoulder wound and covered it with a
makeshift bandage from the medical supplies he had. He then
crawled into his own mat across the room, deciding he was going
to take his chances and not wear leather to bed.

He woke towards morning to the sound of Alex rustling around. He
decided to pretend he was still sleeping to see what she'd do. He
could hear her moving from place to place.

Then he heard a little grunting, and within a few seconds smelled
feces. He was alarmed but decided to keep pretending to be
asleep. Seconds later he was treated to a small hand mashing the
feces onto his face.

"Oh, dear," he said, gagging. It was really pretty disgusting,
but he remembered the video he'd seen. "They did that to you too,
didn't they? I saw the video of it. That must have been really
awful."

She screamed at him.

He got up and trudged to the bathroom, Alexa staying well out of
his way. After he cleaned himself up, he went back and cleaned up
the rest of her mess, washing off the plastic mat, washing the
floor, and putting the blanket in the laundry slot way up high.

"You want to wash your hand?" he asked. "It's pretty yucky, don't
you think?" He turned the water on in the bathroom sink until it
was warm but not hot and left it on. He stretched and went over
to the window to look out at the uninspiring gray of the run-down
neighborhood. After a minute, he heard Alexa in the bathroom and
turned to see her washing her hands. Yes, at least the girl
understood that poop was yucky, and if it wasn't part of a
contest of wills, she'd clean up. He then saw she was sitting on
the toilet and wiping herself, but it would take more than toilet
paper to really clean her up.

Alexa ate her breakfast without throwing anything.

At 10am, they heard a car drive up. Bruce was dressed, but Alexa
was still naked from the waist down. The video surveillance would
show her nakedness in any case, but he thought she might like to
be decent. Thinking quickly, he said, "You want to be dressed
when the social workers come?"

The girl nodded then, and he quick got some pants from the high
cupboard. She fumbled with the pants, and looked at him,
obviously hoping he'd help.

"Happy to help," he said gently, "if you promise not to bite.
Promise?"

She nodded quickly, and the two cooperated to get her pants on.

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There was a knock, and Bruce opened the door.

A social worker and 'personal care assistant' walked in, dressed
in leather, and Bruce gave them a rundown of what had happened,
leaving out nothing.

"Alexa!" said the leader of the two repeatedly as Bruce described
her outrageous and uncivilized behavior. But he kept telling her
it was all right, that he understood Alexa had been through a
lot.

"And we should take a look at that shoulder. You know human bites
can be very nasty wounds?"

Bruce shrugged.

"We have to get Alexa cleaned up; it's regulations. And given how
she's been behaving, I think we'll have to give her a sedative
and wear leather gloves too."

"No!" shrieked Alexa, the first word Bruce had heard her say.

"Well, it's got to be done."

"Wait -- can you give me a few minutes to do those things with
her in the normal way. See if she'll cooperate?"

"What if she bites you again?"

"I'm willing to take that chance... Alexa, can I give you a bath
and brush your teeth? I'll trust you not to hurt me? Will you
promise not to bite?"

The girl nodded once, almost imperceptibly.

"Well, get to it, and we'll do the rest of the clean-up here and
restocking here. If you're all done in half an hour, then we can
skip the sedative. But I think you're taking quite a chance, Mr.
Lombard."

"I think Alexa's a good girl," he said.

He got out toothpaste and brush, and handed them to Alexa. The
girl brushed her own teeth while he watched.

Over the running water, he could hear the social worker saying
very quietly to her companion, "He's just a pedophile."

He ran a bath, and she got in.

"You want to wash yourself?" he asked. "I could also wash you if
you'd like."

In answer, she took the washcloth he offered and set to work
herself.

She spread her legs wide open, and he noted that she lingered
there. He thought he saw scars, which made perfect sense given
what had been done to her.

She couldn't wash her own hair, however, and he trembled with
fear but also tenderness as he lathered her and then rinsed,
touching her body for the first time.

He helped her towel dry, but skipped the part between the legs.

"You want to dry yourself between the legs? Those are your
private parts -- just for you."

She looked up at him with something that might have passed for
appreciation, and grabbed the towel to quickly wipe her private
parts.

The social worker was satisfied with the girl he presented, clean
and neatly dressed in clean clothes. She and the assistant left.

That afternoon, he started talking with her again, telling her
about the parts of his life he thought she'd understand, mostly
his childhood. Then he had an idea.

"How'd you like to tell me your real name?"

She shook her head and frowned.

"Let's see, are you Mary? Louise? Emily? Rachel? Sarah? Meghan?
..."

He went through all the names he could think of, looking very
carefully at her expression. When he said "Julia" he thought he
saw something flicker across her face.

"Julia. Is your name Julia?"

The girl shook her head.

"Something like Julia, though. Let's see, June? Jessica? Judy?
Julie?"

And though Alexa was looking down, an unmistakable smile crossed
her lips.

"Julie. I think your name must be Julie."

Alexa frowned and shook her head.

"Nope. I don't believe you. I think you're Julie. Julie, Julie,
Julie."

She smiled, but then suddenly smile was replaced by rage and she
attacked him.

He didn't try to fend off her blows, but did say softly, "Just
don't bite, OK?"

She paused the slightest moment and went back to hitting him,
including a stinging blow to his nose.

"You can hit me all you want, but I know who you are. You're
Julie and you're a wonderful little girl."

Rage gave way to grief, and the girl ran away and flopped face
down on her sleeping mat, sobbing and banging her fists.

"I'm so sorry, Julie. You want a hug?"

"No!" she screamed.

"OK. Sometimes little kids like their daddies to pat their
shoulder or something? Did your mommy or daddy ever do that for
you?"

Julie stopped flopping around and crying but she was still
sniffling.

Bruce resumed his narrative, focusing on times from his childhood
when he'd been scared or angry and how his mother had held him
and made him feel better.

After she had been quiet a while, she said, "I'm hungry."

He was delighted to hear initiate a conversation with real words,
but decided not to remark on it.

"OK, let's make some lunch..."

Looking in the refrigerator and the cupboards at what was
available, he said, "Peanut butter and jelly? Or cheese? Or
tuna?"

The girl looked at him and said nothing.

"Which would you like?"

Still nothing.

"OK, I'll make one of each, and you can have whichever one you
want."

He made a half sandwich of each kind, served them on a plastic
plate, and sat at the table. Julie came to join him and ate a few
bites of the peanut butter. She took a bite of the cheese
sandwich but spat it out. She glanced at him but he just kept
smiling pleasantly. She ate half of the PB&J and half of the
tuna, then got up.

"Mind if I finish these?" he said.

She shook her head, and he finished her sandwiches.

Bruce ran out of things to say, so he lay on his mat with a
magazine, but after a moment he said, "Julie, I'm going to lie
here. If you want to, you can come sit as close as you want. You
can hug my feet. You can even snuggle with me here. And any time
you get tired of it, you can leave again, OK? It's up to you. I
like you, and I know if I was you I'd be pretty sad and lonely
and scared, and I'd like someone to hug. But it's up to you, OK?"

Julie didn't say anything. She looked at her picture book.

He tired of the magazine. He had nothing to do really, so he
spent his time looking at the girl, smiling.

The days went by, and they began to get into a sort of pattern.

At first she got to see how the wound from her bite progressed.
It got angry and red and required Bruce to take some heavy-duty
antibiotics. Bruce thought he saw hints of shame on her face as
she realized she'd caused that. Or maybe not. Other times it
looked like glee.

When he ran out of things to say about his own life, he read her
children's books from across the room that he had the social
worker bring for them.

Now and then she'd still throw her food across the room and
scream, and he'd just say how sorry he was that bad things had
happened to her as he cleaned up her messes.

Sometimes she'd be looking at a picture book when rage would
suddenly strike her and she'd rip it.

On two different occasions she got up in the night and peed on
him, which was much better than poop.

She often woke up screaming, and he'd come to within six feet of
her mat and say comforting things. At first she'd cower away from
him, but gradually she'd just look at him as she cried. Sometimes
she looked so piteous his heart nearly broke.

Sometimes she wet her own mat, and he'd patiently clean it up in
the morning, along with getting her dry clothes.

A couple times she turned on the bathroom faucets and with her
hands splashed water all over the bathroom, making large puddles
that flowed out the door into the main room. He patiently cleaned
it up.

As the days went by, her rage seemed to die down. All of her
antisocial behaviors got rarer.

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Chapter 2

They got into a routine.

He read her stories, and when he came to a picture he'd turn the
book around to show her. Sometimes he forgot, though.

On good days, she'd sit closer to him on the floor. Sometimes
he'd put the plastic lawn chairs just a couple feet apart, and
she'd come sit in the other one.

The one time she tolerated his touch was for washing her hair,
and that seemed to be only because the social worker had a
standing threat to sedate her. But he never tried to touch her
any other times.

Sometimes at meals, when he sensed she was in a relatively calm
mood, he'd use his two fingers to walk his hand across the table
towards her, like some small animal. He always approached very
slowly and retreated at the first sign of her discomfort. But he
got so he could walk to within a foot of her. But then she would
reach out to slap his fingers hard, and then he'd turn his hand
palm up and wiggle his fingers weakly like a dying bug. She gave
a full smile at that, and it got to be a game between them.

When he read to himself on his mat, she would sometimes come sit
at his feet.

One day she looked up and said, "How come you're nice to me?"

He heart surged, but he tried to keep cool.

"You're a wonderful little girl, and I like you. Besides, I try
to be nice to everybody."

There was a minute of silence. "You never take your cock out."

He was momentarily startled, but realized she would have heard
every sort of obscene language. He was careful to always lock the
bathroom door before he used the toilet or took a shower.

"Oh, of course not. That's a private part, and good men never
take their cocks out when little girls are around. And they want
the girls to keep their privates covered up as much as possible."

"Why?"

"Because girls shouldn't have to do anything with their privates
except pee. They usually don't want to do anything else, and we
like to make sure men don't get any bad ideas."

"John and Jake and Spike made me do all kinds of yucky stuff."

He held his breath, hoping she wouldn't go into a rage. He just
looked at her with a patient expression.

"They stuck their cocks in my cunt and my asshole all the time."

"I'm sorry," he said. "That was very bad of them."

And then she did fly into a rage, but instead of beating up on
him, she ran to her mat and lay on it, pounding her fists on the
plastic-covered padding.

"I'm sorry," he said softly from his mat on the other side of the
room.

She dissolved into tears then, and sobbed.

But sure enough, she came back and sat beside his mat on the
floor. A little later, she scooted closer to his feet and
tentatively touched them. She giggled when he wiggled his toes,
but when he looked at her and smiled, she immediately stopped and
raced back to her own mat.

Before long she was back, though. Bruce lay on his side with his
head propped up on his elbow. She knelt on the floor in front of
him and looked directly at his crotch.

"Yeah," he said, "I know you saw a lot of that part of men,
didn't you?"

She glanced at him briefly and kept looking.

"I'm a man, and I have the same penis that the men did, but I'm
never going to put it anywhere near you, OK? Those men were bad
to do that to you." He paused and sighed. "Very, very bad."

Julie sat back down on the floor and looked off into space. "When
do I go somewhere else?"

"If you're not happy here with me, I think you can go somewhere
else whenever you want. Just tell the social worker lady. Though
I'm not sure where you could go. Probably homes like you were in
before you came here."

She frowned.

"Or, well, I hate to say it, the hospital."

She gulped.

"But as long as you want to stay here, you can stay. For years
and years, until you're all grown up. I'll be here. Even if you
hit me sometimes."

She looked down.

"You can stay with me... Julie... You're Julie again."

She got up and sat in front of Bruce as he lay on the mat .

"And you're not going to touch me? Or make me get naked? Take
pictures?"

"Absolutely not. Your body is your own again. No one gets to
touch it unless you let them. Well, if you don't take baths,
they'll do it for you."

She stared at him, and then tears welled up in her eyes.

"Want a hug?" he asked, opening his arms.

She looked skeptical.

"Only if you want. Only for as long as you want."

And then the dam broke.

She reached out her arms to him as she dissolved into utter
grief.

He enfolded her gently.

"Oh, my dear Julie," he said. "You can cry as long as you want.
And you can stop whenever you want, too."

She paused.

"And start again."

And then the tears came again. He held her gently and patted her
back.

After a while, there were calm periods between the sobs. Then she
turned over in his arms and let him cradle her. Before long she
was asleep.

Bruce didn't move a muscle. But he reflected that he was happier
than he'd ever been and wouldn't trade this moment for anything.
A girl trusted him. A girl needed him. He was aware at some level
that he was sexually attracted to her. But the attraction was to
her body as inhabited by a different girl. Not one who had been
brutally raped for years.

She woke with a start and screamed, jumping away from him.

"Hi, Julie," he said calmly.

After a moment, she launched herself at him again, fists
flailing.

"You can even hit me," he said. "You have a lot to be angry
about. I love you no matter what."

She screamed, face contorted with rage. Then she bit him on his
upper arm then, hard.

"Ouch!" he said. He was naturally tempted to shove her hard to
protect himself. But he didn't. And he didn't have any leather
around.

Then she bit his forearm. Blood came from both wounds.

"Fuck!" he said. He was in pain, he was angry that she had bitten
him, and he was disappointed that they didn't seem to be making
any progress.

"Ouch! You really hurt me! ... Well, I guess they hurt you really
bad. I'm sorry about that."

Bruce had a phone to use to call his keepers, which would be the
reasonable thing to do since he had been bitten twice, but he
didn't.

In the morning the phone rang. "Are you hurt?" said a social
worker. "It looks on the video like she bit you."

"She did bite me, twice," he said. He heard his call being
transferred until the primary social worker was on the line. She
sighed. "We tried, but this has been a failure. We'll be there
shortly."

Bruce thought about what she had said. They were going to take
Julie away? So she could start over again in mistrusting people?
Before long the social worker and attendants came. "We'll take
you to the ER to get this taken care of," said the social worker,
looking at his arm.

"We'll knock her out," said one of the attendants, his vulnerable
parts all covered with leather.

"No... no!" said Bruce. "Don't drug her! Don't separate us!"

"Mr. Lombard, she bit you twice. They're nasty wounds that need
treatment."

"OK, OK, but can you do it here?"

"We're responsible for your safety!"

"I'm a fuckin' pedophile, OK? You don't care if I get bitten!"

"We'll try to move you to a better unit at the prison," said the
social worker.

"No! I want to stay with Alexa!"

One of the men said, "We've got to sedate her to take her away,
man, sorry. Or not sorry."

"You've got leather on. She's scared to death of you. She knows
what's going to happen if she loses her temper with you."

The two men in their leather stood there. Julie cowered in the
corner.

"I'll be good, I promise," she whimpered.

The social worker turned around to look at her. "Wow, that's
progress."

"You could... use handcuffs? That way you're safer -- mostly."

She turned around and put her hands behind her back, ready to be
cuffed.

"Sorry, we still have to sedate her," said the social worker.

Alexa gave a brief scream, then quieted down. "OK, I'll help,"
she said, trembling. She lay down and held out her arm.

"I really wish you didn't have to," said Bruce to the attendants,
then turned to Julie. "I'm really sorry, Alexa!"

With Julie pinned to the floor by one leather-clad man, the other
injected her in the arm. Moments later she was out.

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"I'm glad to see they were able to dress those wounds," said the
social worker as she sat down with Bruce at a small table.

"Yes... Can I go back with Alexa? Can we try again?"

The social worker shook her head and sighed. "Mr. Lombard, she
has bitten you once before, and now twice! It's hardly within the
medical protocol --"

"I've signed releases, you know that. I'll sign more. I'm just a
pedophile, right? A few arm wounds would serve me right, don't
you think?"

"No," she said, "We don't torture people."

"But Alexa, you don't have any good plan for her, right? Please,
one more time?"

She hesitated. "I'll consult with the committee, but I doubt
they'll approve it."

A few days later they brought Bruce back to the apartment. A bit
later two men in leather brought Julie in, looking groggy.

She smiled at him then, a real smile.

"Here's your animal," muttered one of the men.

"She is not an animal!" said Bruce, struggling to control his
voice. "She is a girl who has had some hard times in life."

"Have it your way," he said. "I say critters that bite are
animals."

They left them alone then. She slept for a while on her mat as
the drug wore off.

She then behaved pretty much like a normal girl, eating supper,
reading books, listening to Bruce as he told her how sorry he was
that they had had to drug her.

"You told them you didn't want them to," she said. "I liked
that." She smiled briefly, but instantly the sullen expression
was back.

"Would you like to learn to wash your own hair, so I don't have
to touch you and make you nervous?"

She thought that was a great idea, and learned how. She shut the
door to the bathroom for privacy whatever she was doing, and
Bruce never saw her naked any more. That was wonderful progress.

During a calm time she came to sit next to Bruce and lean against
him.

"That's fine," he said, "but I'm a little nervous. What if you
get really angry and bite me? I mean..." he sighed. "I would
still love you if you bit me, but they'll take you away for
sure."

"I know," she said. "No more biting."

"It might be nice to lay off the feces too. And clawing me with
fingernails."

She smiled. "I haven't done those things in ages."

"True... Maybe just stick to pounding me with your fists."

"I won't hit you."

"But here... if you feel really angry, what are you going to do?"

Julie looked puzzled.

"How about first thing is to know you're going to run for your
own mat. I won't stop you. And you could scream."

Julie nodded slightly.

"Want to practice? Suppose you're there and something suddenly
makes you scared and incredibly angry. What do you do?"

Julie gave a half-hearted scream and ran to her mat.

"Good!" said Bruce.

Things progressed rapidly. She sat on his lap while he read
stories. She curled up in front of him sometimes, spooned against
him, when he was resting in that position. But he told her to
make sure never to fall asleep that way, explaining that waking
up that way could be scary for her.

Sometimes she did wake up on her mat screaming in terror. Bruce
hurried over but never came closer than three feet, as he said
soothing words.

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"What's a pedophile?" she asked one day.

Bruce felt a knot of fear. "Why do you ask?"

"I overheard them say you were one. It's a word I heard with the
men too."

He realized this would be a difficult conversation. How to do it
best? "Well... You know how men and women love each other and go
on dates and maybe get married."

"He always sticks his penis in her vagina."

"Ummm... Pretty often, but that's private and they don't talk
about it. Even if the bad men didn't keep it private, when
everyone is happy it's private... But here's the point. What do
you suppose happens when a man likes a woman and wants to have
sex with her but she doesn't want to."

"What?"

"They don't. With decent people, he never does. They both have to
want it or it doesn't happen. And if the man finds twenty women
he wants to have sex with and they all say no, he doesn't do it
with any of them. He doesn't get to have sex."

"Oh. And that's bad for him."

"It makes him unhappy, likely. But if he's a decent guy, he
never, ever considers forcing a woman to have sex with him who
doesn't want to, OK?"

"OK."

"So a pedophile... a pedophile is like that except the people he
would like to date or marry are small girls. Like you."

Julie stiffened.

"I do not want to date or marry you or anything like that!" he
said quickly. "But that's what makes a pedophile. But also
remember what I said about the man where all the women say 'no'
to him? All girls, all the time, say 'no' to pedophiles. Or they
should, if no one is forcing them or threatening them or telling
them awful things. So maybe those men were pedophiles, but they
were mostly just very bad men."

Julie turned on him then, screaming, and pounded him with her
fists. She grabbed his arm and reached out to bite, but stopped
herself. "Good!" said Bruce as surprisingly strong little fists
pummeled him. One blow landed on his left eye.

"You didn't bite!" he said, being whacked over and over.

Julie stopped then and ran to her mat, sobbing.

From that pummeling the only visible damage was a black eye, but
the authorities felt no need to intervene if all she did was to
hit him.

He explained what a pedophile was, over and over, stressing the
part about not ever approaching a girl, ever. Gradually she
seemed to accept it.

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Julie was doing well enough that they brought her the sorts of
things a 7-year-old would play with. Bruce helped her learn to
read, and they started on math together.

Her uncontrolled fits of temper came less and less often.

Bruce asked if she wanted to tell the social worker her real
name. At first she said no. "You'll tell them anyway, right?" It
was an accusation.

"No, I never will. Unless you tell them, it will be a secret."

A few days later she told them her first name. She didn't know
her last name.

They took her out to a day school for troubled children, where
she made good progress relating to the others.

After a meeting with the social workers, Julie said to Bruce,
"They want to know if I want to go live with a real family in a
real house."

"Oh," said Bruce, suddenly quite nervous. "What did you say?"

"I asked if you could come too, and they said no, so I said no."

"You could, you know. If you want to. I'm always here for you,
but you can go out on your own whenever you want."

Julie did so well that they thought they really ought to get her
away from Bruce. They hoped that if they made her go away from
him for a few days, it would break the pattern of dependence.

At the foster home, Julie did not bite. She did not hit anyone or
throw food. But she mostly just sat and asked when she could see
Bruce again. And a couple of times a day she sobbed like her
heart would break. They brought her back to Bruce.

Weeks passed. "They asked again. I asked if you could come too,
and they said no. I didn't like it, but I think I ought to go.
They want me to."

"I agree completely! That's exactly what you should do!" He hoped
his smile was so genuine that an observant little girl wouldn't
notice he was putting it on.

And so Julie left. The last thing he should have cared about was
her saying goodbye. She didn't, and he felt pretty hurt, but only
for a while. He had helped Julie back from a very dark place.

Bruce had fulfilled his service to earn his way out of prison,
and he was delighted to go. Naturally they wanted to know what he
was planning to do as he reentered the community.

"I'd like to set up a home and be a foster father to other very
difficult little girls."

"Oh, that is very kind of you." On the one hand, he had done an
excellent job with Julie. On the other hand, he was a pedophile.
But on the first hand, he had never molested a child. But on the
other hand, he was still a pedophile. But on the first hand,
there were a few very difficult little girls. They could
interview a girl and make sure no sexual abuse was going on.

Bruce could even earn a small stipend for taking the very
difficult children, enough for him to live on.

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Chapter 3

Heather was five years old. She didn't bite. That was a relief!
She shrieked. She threw food. She wet and soiled her pants. She
punched. She punched Bruce over and over and over again. Their
first day together, she threw the macaroni and cheese that he
served her all over the walls and floor. He politely asked her
not to do that and served her another bowl. She threw that too.
So Bruce cleaned up the mess, saying nothing more. But eventually
she did get hungry. He saw her in a corner, looking around trying
to find a moment when he wasn't watching, and fingering some
macaroni off the floor into her mouth.

"That's OK," said Bruce calmly. "You can have some macaroni that
hasn't been on the floor."

He put another small serving of macaroni and cheese on the small
plastic plate. He smiled at her, and that was a mistake, because
she screamed and threw that on the floor too. But she was still
hungry. Bruce sighed. "So, have some that hasn't been on the
floor," he said, placing another serving in front of her and
turning away as if he was busy with other things.

That time she ate. She ate with her fingers, but she ate.

As with the prison-sponsored efficiency, his sleeping mat was on
one side of the main room and hers was on the other. The first
night she cried out around midnight. He went to her, not too
close, and talked to her calmly. She came and sat on his lap,
relaxing for the better part of a minute before screeching,
jumping up, and flailing at him with her fists. He nearly lost
his temper then, but he didn't. He just got up and let her flail
away at his legs. She stopped and hugged his legs briefly, then
lay down again, and was soon asleep.

Bruce didn't sleep soundly those first few days, because he never
knew what might happen. On the third night he was aware of her
standing a few feet away from him.

"Would you like to sit beside me?" After some hesitation, she
did.

He said nothing, but just patted her very gently on the arm. Soon
she turned around and snuggled against him in his lap. But after
a few minutes she suddenly got up and hit at him, screaming with
rage. He just rose to standing and waited. After a while she
calmed down.

The next morning she repeated the same procedure and ended up in
his lap. After a few minutes she suddenly stiffened, and Bruce
held his breath, but she stayed and gradually relaxed again.

"Does something scare you?" said Bruce. "That's OK if it does,
though I hope over time it will be less and less."

She started talking. He didn't make a big deal out of it. It was
of course easier to communicate that way.

Bath time was something of a challenge, naturally. He encouraged
her to wash herself, not skipping any parts. She needed help with
the hair wash, so he did that for her.

A few days later she said, "You wash all of me."

"OK." Bruce did, but didn't wash her between the legs.

"You missed here," she said, pointing to her labia.

"That's because those are a girl's private parts and no grown-up
should touch them unless he really, really has to. So you can
wash them yourself."

She seemed satisfied and did.

She slept on her own mat, though occasionally came to spoon
against him for a brief while. He introduced books and toys, and
she enjoyed them.

There was some backsliding -- wet pants here, throwing something
there, punching him again. But Bruce never got angry. Nor did he
praise her when she was being good. He just did his best to love
and accept her the way she was.

Heather was doing so well within two months that the caseworkers
suggest she go to live with a real family. She shrugged and went
with them, but a week later was back. She had done OK for a few
days, but then she went back to screaming, hitting, and throwing
food. Usual remedies didn't work, so she went back to Bruce's. He
suggested she go to live with a real family, but they would
promise her that every Sunday she could come visit him for a few
hours. The social workers were OK with that, and so was Heather.
For a few months that was the arrangement, but eventually she got
engrossed with her new life. The last time she visited him she
came to him for a big hug, and whispered, "Thank you, Mr.
Lombard. Than you so much!" Bruce choked back tears but said
goodbye for good.

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Isabel was both difficult and mentally retarded. She stayed with
him for a full year until she was more stable.

Frances and Georgia were sisters aged 3 and 4, and everyone
agreed they did best as a pair, getting a little comfort from
each other even when nothing else seemed to be going well for
them. Bruce took them too, and had the additional challenge of
trying to make sure Frances didn't hurt Georgia too badly when
they fought. He worked his magic with them too, and they left
after six months.

And then four-year-old Anna came. Anna didn't start out with
behavior problems anywhere near as bad as Julie or Heather, but
it was harder to earn her trust. When he finally did and they
suggested she leave, she was firmly opposed. When they made her
try it anyway, she was impossible but made the solution very
clear -- she would be good if she could go back to Bruce. And so
she did. They tried it a few months later, with the same result.
They tried the plan of promising her a visit every Sunday. But
with her that did no good. She just screamed when they took her
away at the end of the visit. Out of ideas, it looked like Bruce
had a long-term foster daughter. The authorities were not so
happy with that, since they were losing their very best "go to
guy" for troubled little girls. But Bruce figured that if he was
going to try to love these girls unconditionally, he couldn't
make them go away if they really, really didn't want to.

There were a couple of his charges who he was not attracted to
much, but for most of them he felt that gut-level sexual
attraction that he felt for most girls. When he had moved to his
own apartment, they had made him promise to follow the same rule
as before on sexual activity. His release was limited to a couple
minutes or less in the bathroom with the door locked, and not
often. That took the edge off and he never let anything sexual
enter into his foster parenting relationships. Occasionally he
would already have a night-time erection when a girl arrived
beside his mat, but he was always able to keep the rapidly
subsiding bulge in his underwear out of the girl's awareness.

He had of course stressed with Julie that some places on a girl
were her private parts. He stressed it for Heather too, and one
other girl.

When it seemed like Anna was going to stay with her indefinitely,
he traded in his efficiency apartment for a two-bedroom
apartment.

They lived together uneventfully for three years.

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Chapter 4

The doorbell rang at 3am. When Bruce answered, he instantly
recognized the bedraggled 12-year-old. It was Julie. She was
evasive when he asked how she had gotten there. He let her
shower, eat, and sleep, leaving questions for the next day. He
gave her his bed, and slept on the living room sofa.

The next morning, he had to explained to Anna who Julie was, and
that she had come for a very brief visit. Anna went off to school
as usual, and then he and Julie had a chance to talk.

She had gone from one foster home to another, never becoming a
terror as she had been originally, but still making things
unpleasant enough that her family was eager to get rid of her.
She had run away from her latest placement because she wanted to
find him. She had run away before without a plan, and the effort
put into finding her again was not very urgent or effective. She
just returned herself, a few days later. She figured it would be
the same this time.

"Why did you want to come to me?"

"You were good to me. You stuck by me."

He felt proud that she still viewed their time together that way.
He started thinking about whether he could possibly take her in
along with Anna. At her age the chances of the authorities
approving her placement with a single man seemed much lower. He
also didn't know what kind of person she had grown into, and
until he did...

"I don't want to stay long, if that's what you're thinking. No,
there's a specific reason I'm here. See me? Teenager? Well,
almost. Raging hormones, breasts starting to grow, and the whole
rest of it. Horny as hell. So what does a horny 12-year-old do?
Let boys fuck her. The first time it hurt like hell, and was
scary. The second time hurt less but was still scary. But I was
getting fucked. The boys were getting off, in a girl, with no
condom, and that was all that mattered to them. And confusing and
scary as it was for me, getting fucked was what I needed."

"Oh, dear," said Bruce with concern. Given her horrible
experience with those men who brutalized her, it would be no
surprise if she had trouble with sex. But that wasn't for him to
judge. He then changed to a more neutral tone. "I mean, I'm
listening."

"You're still the same, Mr. Tolerant," said Julie with a smile.
"But with all the sex, I'd keep thinking of you. How you were a
pedophile, and you could never ever do anything sexy with a girl,
never ever. But if you were as horny as me, and they say guys
have it even worse, how on earth could you do that? Be with me
and the other girls afterwards and never do anything? You don't
do anything with Anna?"

"Of course not," said Bruce, a bit indignantly, but then changed
back to his serene tone. "I should say, 'no'".

"Do you find her attractive?"

"That's just the sort of thing I shouldn't discuss with anyone,
especially you!" he said, but bit his lip.

"But I'm a big girl now," she said. "I'm fucking boys. It's kind
of different, isn't it?"

Bruce looked down, but stole a glance at her. "No, it's not
different," but then was silent a short while. "Yes, I find her
attractive. But I do get a little relief, now and then."

"Really? How?" said Julie, attentive. "Do you like rub it against
her back and spurt it out onto her when she's asleep? Something
like that?" She looked excited.

"No! That would be way too dangerous, because she might wake up,
and who knows what would come through to her, even asleep? No, I
occasionally lock the bathroom door and spend a minute or so
relieving myself."

Julie smiled. "You jack it off and spurt in the bathroom? And
then clean it up?"

"Tissues down the toilet, yes."

"Sounds really romantic," she said with a bit of a tease.

"It's not, of course, but it is a relief. I don't know if girls
work the same way, where you come and then you're finished, at
least for a little while."

Julie looked down. "I wouldn't know."

"Oh?"

"I've never come."

"Even alone?"

"Yeah, even alone."

"Gosh, I'm sorry. I guess you had that traumatic stuff before you
came to me. Very traumatic."

"Yeah... You helped me get over that one way, back then. So I
wondered if you could help me with this layer of it, now I'm
grown up."

"Me, help you? How?"

"Like, doing it to me..."

"Oh, oh dear..." said Bruce.

"And you... all those years never doing it once, not even once.
Couldn't it be nice for you too? I mean, if I'm not too old for
you. Maybe I'm an old lady to you."

"No, no, that's not true at all. You're still quite young enough.
Plenty attractive."

Julie gave him a seductive smile.

Bruce's mind reeled. The idea he might actually get to do
something sexual with gorgeous Julie exerted this tremendous
power on him. He tried to harness that feeling. It did make a bit
of sense. "So illegal, so illegal..."

"Well, if we're talking about laws I've got you halfway."

Bruce groaned, and was silent a while. "So many times, in the
bathroom, thinking of you..."

"Oh, you did it back then too?"

Bruce nodded. "That was the deal from the start. The only sort of
expression I could have to my pedophilia, ever."

Julie waited.

"Oh, shit... I'd love to help you overcome your past so you can
have a healthy sex life. I really would."

"But?" said Julie.

"I'm a virgin and you're not. I'm sure if we're doing sexy things
together I'll be incredibly excited. I can't have those feelings
and still just be Mr. Tolerant. I can't exactly go the bathroom
every five minutes and jerk off!"

Julie laughed and took his hands. "For everything you've done for
me... I owe you my life, you know. I say you just fuck me."

"But you're feeling scared. That's not right!"

"I wouldn't be scared of you. At the level that counts here, sex
is just sex. Something you've wanted so much."

Bruce mumbled. Julie got up, took his hands, and led him to his
bedroom. "Anna's not due home for three hours."

"But Julie, Julie..." he said.

But then she put his hand on her right breast. He could feel
there was no bra underneath, but he could feel a small breast,
nipple and mound. It was terribly exciting. She grabbed his other
hand and slid it up between her legs, letting it slide the skirt
out of the way. Where her legs came together there was -- no
underwear! Just some very soft, downy hair, and a girl slit.

"No panties?" he said weakly.

"I was hoping I would convince you," she said sweetly. Her hands
were then on the bulge in his trousers. She began working on the
button and zipper. "Or you could do this easier," she said.

He quickly ditched his lower clothing, making his full erection
come into view.

"I love the look of that -- and yours especially so... Stick that
in my vagina. Don't hold back! This time it's all just for you,
because I love you," she said, lying back on the bed, legs spread
wide, holding her feminine lips apart, revealing what was within.
This was oh so wrong, but also terribly alluring.

Bruce lowered himself, feeling nearly faint, and touched his cock
tip against her moist vestibule.

"Oh, Julie!" he said, pausing.

"Shove it in!" she said with a smile.

Bruce did, and two inches of the hot, wet smoothness made his
brain seize up, and his cock fired into Julie, again and again.

"Oh, oh, oh!" he said, gasping, as the seconds passed. Slightly
recovered, he slid his slick cock out of her and lay on his side
and groaned. "Oh, no! Oh, what have I done?"

"You lost your virginity. You slid it into a girl who was really
happy to get it. You sure made me feel desirable and sexy."

"But I raped you. The law, you know the law..."

"Fuck the law. I already did it a bunch of times and felt weird
and scared, and this time I didn't feel scared at all. I felt
happy. I just feel bad that you're feeling bad. Hey look, your
cock is hard again. You feel like doing it again?"

"Oh, Julie, I shouldn't..."

"Hey, no one's going to know, but even if they did, in the eyes
of the law twice is the same as once." Julie took off her
remaining clothes. After a brief pause, Bruce finished stripping
as well.

"Well..." said Bruce, rolling over onto her. "You are so, so
hot!" He slid his cock into the female opening Julie was holding
open. This time he started thrusting in and out gently. "You are
so sexy... so fucking sexy! ... Oops."

"If I'm so sexy, want to do it harder and show me?" said Julie.

"Oh, you're ruining me... I used to have a conscience..."

"Oh, shut up and fuck. Good and hard. I love it." Bruce fucked
harder. "That's it!"

Yes, Bruce fucked harder, then even deeper and faster. It was not
entirely loving. A bit too animal to be called loving. He went on
and on. Five minutes on he slid one hand under each butt cheek so
he could jam their bodies together even harder. After another
five minutes, he groaned,"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!", cock crammed up
tight inside Julie, twitching, spurting again. When his orgasm
was over, the animal lust faded quickly to something much
gentler. "Can I... can I keep it inside?" he asked.

"As long as you like!" said Julie with a smile. "I'm glad to have
it in there!"

"I do want to help you," he said.

"Yeah, I'm glad, but not now. That's going to be sad and
complicated and all. For now, let's just do it." They were silent
together a minute, pedophile cock resting inside troubled
12-year-old vagina. But his cock felt no concern as to whether
the vagina was troubled or not. "Hey, I feel that! You're getting
hard again inside me! That's so cool... If you feel like fucking,
fuck away!... Do you feel like fucking, by any chance?"

Bruce grinned and began fucking. He fucked for ten minutes. "You
still OK?" he asked.

Julie nodded with a big smile.

Then he fucked for another ten minutes, and another ten, on and
on... "Guess I ought to finish up. Even if you're the sexiest
girl on earth, I'm only going to last so long." Bruce
concentrated his thrusts, gathered them to more urgency and then
groaned as he unloaded once more. "You still OK?" he asked

"Yeah, very much. And you know what? I felt safe and happy, which
I expected. And I felt dead inside, which I also expected. But
now, this third time.... now and then I didn't feel quite so
dead, and I felt a little something funny down there, as your
meat jammed in and out -- so nice. I felt a little twinge
different. I think it was sexual pleasure. Not much, and it
didn't last, but even so... even a tiny bit..."

"Oh, that's wonderful!" said Bruce. He kissed her tentatively --
shyly. He was worried about rejection, even though had sex three
times. They said kissing was more intimate than sex, and he could
see it. But she kissed him back eagerly.

After a minute, he felt it was time to get up and plan ahead for
the rest of the afternoon.

As they were getting dressed, he said, "I said you were just
visiting a very short while, and I'm afraid Anna is going to get
jealous. So I'm going to give her my undivided attention."

"Oh, I'll go take a walk," said Julie. "If I can come back after
she's asleep."

"Oh, taking a walk isn't necessary," he said.

Julie mostly just sat quietly in Bruce's room using her phone
while Bruce interacted with Anna.

When Anna was settled for the night, Bruce joined her in his
bedroom and shut the door. His lust had risen again, and Julie
had no trouble figuring this out, and so at her insistence they
started with twenty minutes of plain old fucking, Bruce on top
and stabbing into Julie's pussy, in a way he found very pleasant.
Apparently she did too.

He came, straining inward, cock twitching, semen surging up
inside her. Then he said it was time to think about her. Julie
reluctant agreed. Bruce hugged her gently, then began fingering
her between the legs. After a minute she squirmed as a bad memory
arose. He stopped to listen and let her deal privately with
whatever demons arose. Then he would start fingering her gently
again. When he tried getting into position to give her oral sex,
she was very clear she didn't want that. She did fine with him
sucking on her developing breasts, and they joked about whether
that was to help her heal or whether it was Bruce's desire. His
erection had risen strongly again, so they took a break from
therapy for him to just fuck her and relieve himself once more.

After three hours they were tired, and Bruce returned to his sofa
in the living room to spend the rest of the night.

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Two days went by. At night they worked on Julie's difficulties
with sex. It was going to be a long road, but there was progress.
She did feel definite bits of sexual pleasure now and then. She
didn't feel scared when Bruce was screwing her -- which she
encouraged him to do whenever he felt horny, which was a lot. She
got so she could accept Bruce's mouth on her pussy. It wasn't a
matter of pleasure, but of her feeling OK that her privates were
not so disgusting that no one in their right mind would bring
their mouth anywhere near. At first the idea of mounting him and
doing sex in the cowgirl position made her very self-conscious.
He reassured her that he wanted her to be in charge, to screw him
rather than the other way around -- to do whatever felt good for
her. She got so she could deal with it and even liked it a
little.

Julie looked at his rapidly rising cock, and instead of just
sliding onto her back to get fucked, she said, "I know you say
I'm sexy, but I was sexier before, right?"

"Oh, you're perfectly sexy! Perfect and sexy!"

"Yeah, but you're a pedophile, right? It means you really would
like someone even younger."

"I don't know..."

"Hey, I'm trying lots of new things you suggest, so maybe you
could try something I suggest."

Bruce had no answer for that. Julie tied one of her T-shirts
around his head to make a blindfold, and then her voice became
much younger. "Would you like to be naughty and stick your thing
in my naughty hole? I bet you'd like it!"

The voice had an electric effect on Bruce, and he moaned.

"I thought so!" said the little voice. "Come on up and put your
wiener right there... Oh, this is so, so naughty!"

Bruce pushed his cock inside, and the little voice giggled. Bruce
stopped.

"It's OK, it's just funny!" said the little voice. "Do that
mommy-daddy thing to me."

Bruce held himself up off of her, so his only contact with her
body was her thighs under his, and his cock plunging in and out
of her little pussy. He kept it up, and the giggles soon died
away.

"Am I too little to get baby juice?" asked the voice.

"No..." answered Bruce. "Not too little at all. Oh, Julie! ...
Oh, my God, oh, Julie! Julie, Julie, Julie!" Deep inside, his
cock did its business once more, while Bruce imagined the much
younger girl who had come to him years before.

"Oh, that was amazing!" he said when he had caught his breath and
removed the blindfold.

"You kept saying my name," said Julie. "But you knew me when I
was little too... a lot more than in the past couple days...
Makes sense."

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Chapter 5

It was bed time. As Bruce reached down to kiss Anna goodnight,
she pulled down the covers, pulled down her pajama bottoms and
panties, and said, "See? You like that?"

"What is this Anna? You know those are your private parts!"

"But Julie says you'd like to look at them. So she said I should
do a surprise. It's fun!"

Bruce looked over his shoulder to find Julie standing the
doorway. She shrugged her shoulders. Bruce felt anger building
within him.

"You want to look inside? Here let me show you!... See, those are
the hidden bits, including the vagina hole."

"No, no, Anna, cover them up!... Thank you."

He could see the anxiety on Anna's face. "No you're not naughty,
don't worry about it. I love you."

Out in the living room Bruce started a whispered conversation
with Julie. But it's hard to keep whispering when feelings are
running high, so they had to skirt the big issues until they were
sure Anna was asleep.

They shut the door and had at it in the bedroom.

"Julie! How could you? She's my adoptive daughter!"

"Foster daughter."

"Long-term, same thing."

"She thought it was fun, and you'd think it was fun... why not
have some fun?"

"Because, because... you know why!" Bruce was shouting, livid.

"So Mr. Tolerant has his limits... Would you like to fuck me and
make it better?" Julie smirked.

Bruce was confused. He was furious. A good, hard fuck of this
wretched child would do him good. Julie seemed to sense what the
moment called for, and was on hands and knees on his bed, naked,
her butt stuck in his direction. He would have done her up the
ass, but he himself didn't like the idea of doing that. He'd have
to work his anger out in her cunt.

Bruce mounted, penetrated, and fucked. "You pig! You moron!
Asshole! ... I should do a lot more than just fuck you! Here,
take ... that!" he said, forcing his cock in farther than he ever
had before.

Julie winced. "Ouch..."

"Oh, yeah, well take it again!" Bruce stabbed in deep, again and
again.

"Ow, ow, ow," whimpered Julie.

Bruce grabbed her hips, dug his fingernails in, and fucked some
more. He was so mad at her! But within a few minutes nature
called, he lunged deep, and some of his anger shot out the tip of
his cock along with the sperm. As he pulled out he shoved her
butt to the side hard enough that she fell off the bed.

But Julie picked herself up and sat on the bed, showing no anger.
"You're a pedophile, you want her, and she thinks it's a fun
idea. She could give something back to you."

"What, by letting me look at her?"

"No, actually having sex with her! In the vagina!"

"What??"

"She's big enough. I told her if she wanted to be a big girl she
could stretch herself out, and she did it. Wasn't so hard,
actually. She cried a little, but was proud of herself. You
wouldn't want that effort to go to waste, would you?" She smirked
at him. "And besides, wonderful as it is, your cock is a little
on the skinny side. Compared to those fat pigs who fucked me. I
mean, it was one part of my education, I guess."

Bruce was furious. He had a mind to beat Julie senseless, but he
controlled himself to the point of just shouting and pounding his
fists on the mattress.

"What's uh matter?" said a small voice from the doorway. He had
made enough noise to waken Anna.

The two of them were naked below the waist. He made to hide his
privates, but Julie didn't.

"Come on in, Anna, Bruce is just kind of emotional. Hop up on the
bed... there. I bet Bruce will do that thing to you now... see,
his penis is hard."

Bruce grabbed Julie roughly by the collar of her T-shirt as he
boiled with rage. For once Julie looked a little frightened.
Bruce realized his face was contorted with anger and he had made
his right hand into so tight a fist, his arm was shaking.

"It's OK, it's OK," he said at once, deflating, because if there
was one lifelong vow he had made, it was to make sure Julie
always felt safe.

"You deserve it!" said Julie softly, kissing his cheek.

"Oh, OK!" said the girl, quite brightly for a girl just awakened,
as the scene played out between the two bigger people. She pulled
nightgown up, panties down and lay back expectantly. "Like that?"
she asked.

Bruce wasn't in his right mind. But there was the little twat he
had dreamed about so often, being offered to him... He lay down
on her and gently nudged his cock against her opening, then
pushed in. He was disgusted to see Julie gloating -- or was it
something else? Something more?

"Oh!" said Anna. "Oh, oh!" A tear glistened in her eye.

"It's OK, be a big girl now," said Julie, holding her hand.
"Bruce has got to do it. A man's got to do it."

Bruce was aware something was wrong with what Julie said, but
little Anna was so sexy. He pressed, harder and harder. Once he
had his cock tip inside her, he pressed in slowly a tiny bit more
on each stroke. That didn't seem to hurt her any more than what
it took to get into her. And then he began to fuck, back and
forth, in and out, while looking at Anna's wide-spread legs and
the smile she gave him, despite her moist eyes. Pleasure built,
and built some more, and then Bruce came. His cock twitched.
Sperm shot out into Anna. He thought he might pass out. It was
the most intense orgasm of his life.

He dismounted, looked at Anna and smiled uncertainly, looked at
Julie reproachfully, and then turned over onto his side, facing
way from Anna.

"Did I do something wrong?" asked Anna.

"No, dear," said Julie. "You were wonderful. Bruce is just so
happy he's kind of embarrassed."

Bruce realized that in a way it was true.

"Oh, OK," said Anna. "Hey, what's that smell?"

"That's from the sperm he put up inside you -- his little gift. A
man's gift to a girl. You like the smell?"

"It's kind of fun. Smells naughty."

Bruce thought of his little foster daughter, seemingly not
traumatized at all by what had been so magnificent for him. His
cock hardened.

"Maybe if Bruce gets over being embarrassed he'd like to do that
to you again because he loves you so much. Would you like that?"

"Yeah!" said Anna.

Bruce noticed it then. Julie wasn't gloating. She was turned on.
Excited -- sexually excited.

Bruce turned over, mounted his little girl, and nudged his cock
inside. It went in easier, though still not all the way. He began
fucking again. It was wonderful -- it was exotic and exciting --
it was heaven. Within a minute he came again, eyes feasting on
the sight of his shaft disappearing up inside his little Anna,
right where her legs came together.

When he had rested a bit, Julie said, "Would you like to see
Bruce sticking his cock into me? A big girl?"

"Yeah!" said Anna. "That would be fun!"

Julie looked at Bruce. "Please... please?" He noticed she was
rubbing her clit gently.

He had already fucked his foster daughter twice. What more harm
in letting her watch him doing it to a big girl? Bruce was still
plenty mad at Julie, and maybe another harsh fucking would help
him calm down some more.

Anna had said she wanted to watch, and she looked on with
interest as Bruce mounted Julie and she guided his cock inside
her.

"One more naughty thing," said Julie to Anna. "Could you take his
finger and push it in and out of your vagina like he's doing with
his penis in me?"

"OK!" said Anna.

Bruce couldn't very well hold his weight up with one of his arm
supports missing, and he hesitated.

"Oh, just crush me!" said Julie urgently.

Bruce crushed Julie, maybe a bit too eagerly and harder than he
had to. He also fucked her, while she looked intently at his
finger going in and out of little Anna.

"I am.. so.. fucking... mad at you!" he whispered urgently into
Julie's ear.

Then there was no mistaking it -- she came. It was powerful. She
gasped and groaned as best she could while being crushed, while
he could also distinctly feel her pussy clutching his cock
rhythmically.

"You fucking cunt!" he whispered, angrily. Julie showed another
wave of pleasure.

"What happened? What was that?" asked Anna, letting Bruce's
finger slide out of her.

"Julie just... Oh, you can tell her, bitch," he said.

Julie was gasping for breath, and Bruce slid off her. She
explained to the little girl, "I just had ... a wonderful...
feeling, the same as Bruce did when he ... filled you up with
sperm."

"Oh, OK! That was fun!" Anna bounced up and down where she sat.
Then she yawned.

"Let's get you back to bed," said Julie, rousing herself. But she
had been crushed pretty seriously while having the first orgasm
of her life.

"I'll do that, thanks," said Bruce, and helped his foster
daughter back to bed.

When he returned, Julie said, "Why don't you sleep here. It's no
secret from Anna any more."

"You asshole!" said Bruce.

Something in Julie changed. She pounded her fist on the mattress.
"Listen! You took me in as a horrible little girl and mostly
cured me. Thank you. But deep inside I'm still a horrible girl
and it came out when I hit puberty... But you enjoyed doing it to
Anna. You enjoyed it like nothing else in life! And that's good,
right? For you to be happy?"

"At Anna's expense?"

"I told you I'm a bad girl, but she's having a good time."

"And you -- you came? You had a huge orgasm from watching my
finger go in and out of little Anna's cunt?"

"Yeah, I did. Hottest thing ever. I hope I can do it again a
bunch."

"Are you crazy? I want you out of this house tomorrow morning!"

"Oh," said Julie, and then turned silent. He could see her
passion change into something more adult and calculating. "I told
you I was a bad girl. You know, you raped me several times, and
now you raped your own foster daughter. The police would likely
take a very dim view of that if they were to find out."

Bruce groaned and was silent several moments. "Blackmail. You are
a pretty damn bad girl!" Mr. Tolerant was trying to emerge, and
managed to within a few seconds. In a calm voice he said, "No,
wait, you're a good girl. And OK, well, if that's the way it is,
so be it. Prison for the rest of my life..."

"Maybe, but imagine how devastated Anna will be to lose you."

Bruce groaned again, and pounded the mattress. "I've a mind to
fuck you but I get the sense that the harder and meaner I fuck
you, the more you like it."

"Afraid so," said Julie with a sheepish smile.

"Hell with it. I'm going to do it anyway."

"Why not fuck the girl you really want to fuck most?"

"Anna needs her sleep."

"OK, but first thing in the morning."

Bruce fucked Julie. He was at her a full half hour but didn't
come. He'd been having lots of orgasms lately and he could only
ask so much of his body. He slid out, turned away from her and
announced he was going to sleep.

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Bruce bit his lip when Anna came to wake him up at 6:30, as she
usually did.

"That was fun with your peepee and my vagina!" she said. Usually
she came to him with her nightie on, but this time she was naked.

Bruce didn't wait for Julie to put her oar in the water. He
indicated Anna should hop up on the bed and lie back. And then he
was at her and on her and in her. He was aware of Julie watching
intently, hand under the covers making rhythmic motions near or
at her crotch.

"You going to pee out more smelly stuff?" said Anna with
excitement.

Instead of answering, Bruce lunged deep and peed out more smelly
stuff, deep up into his girl. At the same time, he heard Julie
gasp, and when he turned he saw her eyes were fixed on the place
where Bruce's cock was inserted into Anna.

They called Anna in sick from school, and proceeded to fuck, the
three of them, over and over, throughout the day.

Mostly Bruce fucked little Anna. She learned how to take it from
the rear, and she learned how to do it cowgirl and reverse
cowgirl. They did it standing up with Anna pressed against the
wall. She loved the variety.

Julie masturbated, having orgasm after orgasm watching the man
and girl do it.

But now and then Anna insisted that Bruce fuck Julie because it
was only fair that Julie get some special smelly stuff too. And
Julie thought it was only fair too. Bruce figured correctly that
it was one thing to have orgasms from your fingers watching a man
and little girl do it, but now and then a girl wants a good
shafting herself. That's why she'd done it with those boys, even
though she wasn't feeling any pleasure at all. As for Bruce, a
man might like to do a little girl, but if there's a big girl
around with her hand in her panties, he wants to spread the love
around.

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"One more time before I fall asleep!" said Anna.

Bruce thought that sounded good, so he mounted, thrust and
dribbled up inside her, let his cock slide out and helped her
pull her panties back up.

First thing in the morning, Anna came to join Bruce and Julie in
bed, naked.

"Rise and shine!" she said, pushing Bruce onto his back. His cock
wasn't stiff, but Anna's hand cradling it gently soon fixed that
problem. She then impaled herself on it and humped up and down
until Bruce came inside her. Julie was half asleep, but she
didn't have to do much to make herself come too.

And it turned into a pattern.

Mostly they didn't have time for another one before Anna was off
to school, but after school Anna's tradition was to drop her pack
with the schoolbooks, pull her panties down to her ankles, and
lean over the back of the living room sofa. Bruce's lust rose as
he heard her footsteps outside, and he was stiff and ready by the
time his foster daughter presented herself to him. He flipped up
the skirt, eased himself in, and fucked. As for Julie, she
watched intently, lust in her eyes.

Bruce overheard Anna talking with Julie.

"Why does Bruce like to do it so much?"

"Do you mind?"

"No! It's fun, and it feels good down there for me sometimes too.
But he gets so happy all the time."

"Well... Bruce has been wanting to slide his penis into little
girls his whole life, and until I came to visit a week ago, he
never got to, not even once. So maybe he's making up for lost
time."

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All three of them fit in Bruce's queen bed just fine. There was
no point in wearing clothes to bed.

"Honey, you mind?" asked Bruce when he sensed Anna stirring.

"No, daddy, course not."

The sleepy girl slid onto her back, Bruce slid onto her and into
her, and began a fuck. Anna drowsed. Half the time she actually
fell asleep. If she was asleep Bruce finished with a soft little
orgasm so he could slide out without waking her up. If she was
awake he gave vent to his lust as usual, thrust hard and deep and
gasped at the end.

Sometimes Julie masturbated too while the other two were
screwing. Sometimes she slept.

Sometimes Julie waited until Bruce was half awake and began
stroking his cock. Bruce turned over onto Julie and fucked her a
while, but before he finished he turned over and finished in
Anna. That was specially exciting for Julie, because she got to
feel the satisfaction of getting fucked by a man first, but then
finished with an orgasm watching the other two.

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A year passed. Anna never breathed a word to anyone at school.
Now and then Bruce and Julie asked her about it with some
anxiety, but Anna said she never would, because she knew that if
she told, Bruce would go away and she would never get to be with
him again.

Bruce insisted on getting some home schooling materials for Julie
to let her catch up on what she had missed. She had missed a lot,
but she was a quick study when she put her mind to it.

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Chapter 6

"Um, Bruce?"

"Yes, Julie my dear."

"Um, I'm pregnant."

"Oh. Oh! Wow, that's wonderful news... I guess? Or bad news?
Well, how do you feel?"

"Mr. Tolerant comes back again." She smiled. "I want to have it,
but I don't think I could do it here."

"Oh, why not? It would be wonderful to have a baby around." Bruce
wasn't so sure, actually. Maybe a bigger place?

"Once they find out who I am, they'll look at my foster record
and want to know where I'm staying. That wouldn't be good."

"No, it wouldn't, would it..." said Bruce.

"No, it wouldn't work. But I'm 14. There are homes for unwed
mothers, you know."

"Well, I guess. I'd miss you."

"I'll miss you too. You saved my life when I was a monster of a
little girl, and then you saved me again, at least sexually. You
kept me from a life as a whore or in one damn abusive
relationship after another."

Bruce nodded. It was quite possibly true. "But now I've given you
a problem. We should have been thinking of contraception. I mean
I should. It was my job."

"Maybe," said Julie. "But I've always wanted a baby, and this
seems better than having it with some loser of a husband who
beats me all the time."

Julie stayed until her stomach was quite large and then made her
exit. There were tearful farewells all around.

Bruce and Anna got by. They had their sex life to go on. Bruce
wondered about whether Anna could feel some sexual pleasure
herself, but gave no hint of it and Bruce decided to leave well
enough alone. Once she reached puberty she would get turn.

Sometimes the act of penetration took a quieter form than lustful
sex. If Anna was feeling nervous or upset at night she would get
Bruce to stick his cock in her just to have it there instead of
going in and out. She found it comforting. Bruce had the same
feeling, and sometimes in the night he slid it into Anna, not for
sex, but for comfort.

Sexually speaking, Anna had been critical to Julie's fulfillment,
but neither Bruce nor Anna needed Julie. Julie had been vital in
getting Bruce to shed his inhibitions and take up with Anna. But
Julie herself was not necessary. She had just been a catalyst.

Julie told them from afar that she had had a healthy baby girl,
but was continuing to live in a group home where there was
support.

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It was nearly two years later that Julie called and asked if she
could come visit and bring a friend. Yes, her daughter too, but
also an adult friend. And the friend's daughter.

Zoe was the focus of Bruce's attention when the four of them
arrived. She was his daughter! He tried to get his mind around
that, holding her and playing with her.

At 19 Veronica was a young woman. She was no child, no matter how
you measured it. But her girl Cindy was nearly two, the same age
as Julie's girl Zoe.

And when Bruce's attention could be diverted from his daughter,
he learned that Veronica had never had an orgasm in her life. But
she had the same fantasy that Julie had -- of watching some man
have sex with a little girl. Julie wanted to know if Bruce would
be willing to try. Cindy was a little charmer, and very
attractive to him even at the age of two. He agreed, cock
stiffening as he thought about it.

Some preparation was called for, so Julie, Cindy, and Veronica
retreated to the bedroom, while Bruce and Anna played with Zoe.
There was some crying from the bedroom, but soothing voices from
the mothers. Occasionally one or more came out for a trip to the
bathroom or kitchen.

Finally it was time for Bruce to come on in. Anna said she would
be happy to mind Zoe, who was in any event down for a nap.

"So, are you going to take it like a big girl?" asked Julie
soothingly, holding Cindy on her lap. Bruce stripped to reveal an
erection. "That's going into you, what do you think of that?"
said Julie.

Veronica sat resting against the head of the bed with knees
raised under the covers.

"Here we go," said Julie, flipping Cindy's little skirt up. She
had nothing on below. Julie used her own legs to hold Cindy's
apart. "Be a big girl. It might hurt a little, but be brave!"

Cindy looked over at her mother, who gave a comforting nod.

Bruce nuzzled his tip into Cindy's folds and pressed, then
pressed harder. Cindy whimpered, then cried out.

"You going to be a big girl?" asked Julie.

Cindy quieted as Bruce's cock force its way in more and more.

Cindy was tighter inside than any of the others, naturally, but
his cock did go. He got it in an inch, and began a little back
and forth motion. He realized he found Cindy's ambiguous consent
a turn-on, and within a few seconds he reached climax, gasping
with pleasure and pulsing his seed into little Cindy's little
twat.

"Good girl!" cooed Julie as Bruce withdrew. "That wasn't so bad,
was it? You were very good!"

Bruce glanced to the other end of the bed and saw Veronica
resting against the headboard, eyes closed and chest heaving.

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Veronica came from money, and even at the age of 19 she got a
generous allowance. Money couldn't buy sexual satisfaction for
her, but once found, she could provide the financial support to
keep it going. She was able to rent a very nice house at the end
of a secluded lane. All six of them moved in, and there was
plenty of room. It was close enough that Anna could keep going to
her same school.

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Bruce awoke feeling uncomfortable... Something was wrong. His
cock had slid out of Julie. He shoved it back in again. "Did you
know it had come out?" Julie didn't say anything. "Well, if it
comes out you put it back in, you hear?"

"Yes, Bruce," she said, in the little girl voice she knew he
liked best.

Now he was turned on, and would follow his lust. "Unnh, unnh,
unnnh!" he said thrusting into his first girl. Yeah, she was a
mother, but from behind, cock sliding between her legs until it
found its goal, it was something he could put out of his mind.

His mind drifted to Cindy. Ooo, he wanted Cindy! He got out of
bed and walked unsteadily down the hall to Cindy's room. It was
3am, but he was horny. He wanted Cindy, and he was going to have
her. "Hey, Cindy, I want it," he said shaking her shoulder.

"I'm so tired," she said, "it will be morning soon. Can't we
wait?"

"No, Cindy, I want you so bad, I gotta have you."

"All right," she said with resignation, lying on her back with
legs spread wide.

Cindy was so sexy. He feasted his eyes on those blond curls, that
pout, the smooth skin and above all her graceful labia, right
where those wide-spread legs came together. He now fluttered his
fingers over the labia. Usually he'd try for 15 seconds to warm a
girl up, but she was so sexy! Five seconds ought to do it, right?
He mounted her, spread those lips and dove in. She was -- what
was it, three now? Oh, she was worth a good, long fuck. Ten
minutes, maybe fifteen. Cindy drowsed, giving him an encouraging
smile when she was fully awake. He jammed in hard and shuddered.
"Oh, yes, yes!" he groaned.

He was aware then of being sleepy, but he didn't want his cock to
be hanging loose in the air. He rolled onto his side, but his
hands on Cindy's butt kept their genitals locked together. "Let's
sleep like this," he said. "My cock you like so much snug up
inside you, OK?"

"OK," said Cindy. Then Bruce really conked out and slept. He knew
because the clock said 9am when he came to again. Cindy was gone,
maybe to sleep somewhere else. Pee, he needed to pee. And he'd
need to drink some water. Maybe a shower -- yeah, a shower would
be good. Who next? As the water splashed on him, images of 5
females came to him, and all were alluring. Veronica was more a
sound and a feeling than an image, because they always did it in
the dark, and she talked like a little girl, but he kinda knew
she wasn't. But his cock bought the illusion well enough to get
it up and get it in and get it out -- the sperm, that was. In his
mind, what was clearest about each of the 5 females was her
pussy, with the girl who contained it in more of a fuzzy light.

Anna! He really needed to get to Anna before she headed off to
school. Anna was in the kitchen, eating eggs and toast, part of a
breakfast Veronica had made which also included bacon and home
fries. The breakfast looked good and he was hungry, so he sat
down with a big plate, thanking Veronica. After he had eaten a
bit, he said, "I gotta have you before you go to school,"
addressing Anna.

"Dad! Can't you give it a break? You already did me twice
yesterday."

"Yeah, but today is a new day, and you are so sexy. I tell you
what, you decide the position, OK? As long as I can do it to
you."

She rolled her eyes, but then got up and bent over the table at a
spot where there weren't any place settings, still munching on
some toast.

"Anna! At the table! ... Well, OK," said Veronica.

"That's my girl, that's my girl!" said Bruce, sidling up behind
her. Skirt up, panties down to her thighs, and... Oh, he was in!
In, in, in! Her pussy was so hot! All five of them were
different, each wonderful in its own way. Though the two moms
were kinda loose inside from being stretched by a baby head, but
it was still hot and sexy. Anna had never had a baby go through,
of course, since she was just 11 years old. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh
yeah..." he mumbled, thrusting deeper and faster. Then it was,
"Oh, oh, my girl, Aaaahhhh!" His body did its solemn duty,
seeding the pussy. It wouldn't take, of course, but still he
needed to seed her often. The main thing was it felt fantastic.

That was enough for now, he thought, finishing up his breakfast.
Now it was time for some online work, some online games, some
online schmoozing. But never any child porn. He had sworn off
that years ago, after he'd gone to prison for it. He realized how
wrong it was. He would take his exercise walk too, and take a few
naps. He rarely got a true good night's sleep. His balls were
always working, making stuff, and he felt the need to deliver it.

He hoped the women would have more children. Girls, of course.
They had to be girls. He asked Julie and Veronica to track their
cycles and get him to fuck them at the right time of month, and
they did. But he had this hunch they were secretly on
contraceptives. Oh, well. Five was a pretty good number. Six
would have been nice, an even half dozen. But five was pretty
good.

"Hey," said Veronica said. "You willing to do Zoe while I watch?
Like in half an hour?"

"Of course!" he said. Zoe was his real daughter, but she was so
exciting, he wanted her just as much as any of the others.

When Veronica was settled, Bruce found Zoe where she was playing.
"Time for sex!" he said.

"No, daddy, no!" she said.

"Yes, yes, yes!" he said carrying the squirming 3-year-old to the
room where Veronica waited.

"I don't want it. Leave me alone!"

"No, baby girl. Gotta have you. You gotta take it."

"No, no, I hate you!" she said.

Bruce tugged roughly on her shorts and panties to get them down
to her ankles, almost, and there was the prize... those gorgeous
lips of his own little girl.

He leered as he looked at them and got himself in position.

"No, no, don't put it in! It's gross!" she said.

"Yes, yes, yes!" said Bruce. "Ahhh, there it goes! Oh yeah,
baby!"

"No, no, take it out!" said Zoe.

"Too late, honey. Gotta give you a little sticky present, heh
heh."

"Not that! Daddy, don't pee in me! It's disgusting!"

"Oh, yes, oh yes, here it comes baby.... Oh, fuucckk!" he said,
pulsing. He looked up to see Veronica shuddering with her own
orgasm.

"Oh, very nice!" said Veronica. "You're so good at pretending to
not like it, Zoe! I'm proud of you." Both moms liked to watch a
little girl get it but they liked it even better if it looked
like the girl was getting it against her will -- if he was
forcing her.

"I'm not just pretending," said the little girl as sperm swam
frantically in her vagina.

"Ah, c'mon!" said Bruce. "You never mind the cum, for instance."

"I'm not pretending about everything. But it's so often. Ten
times a day you want it!"

"It's never been ten times."

"Well, plenty. More than once, that's for sure!"

"Well, you're such a sexy little girl, and you're *my* little
girl, which makes me want to get into your panties even more."

Sometimes Bruce had had trouble getting his cock up when he
wanted, so he was on a good high dose of Viagra. He wondered if
it would go any higher safely.

In the afternoon he took a walk, watched some sports on TV, then
even read a book. He might not have any career plans, but he did
keep up on the world and learned new stuff all the time. But the
five pussies were always there in the back of his mind, tickling
thoughts of when he could do one of them next.

He found Veronica. "You willing to be my little girl at bedtime
tonight?"

"Sure, Bruce," she said with a sigh. It was better to do that
after dark because it was a lot easier to get a room where it
really was dark. Unlike the three younger ones, she kind of owed
him, because she got off when he did it with one of them.

Who hadn't he had lately... Cindy! Oh, he loved that little one.
He asked Julie and Veronica both if either of them wanted to get
off while he did Cindy, but they were both busy with other
things. He went to her room. It was shut -- and locked! Cindy
didn't lock doors -- must be Anna. "Anna, you in there? You know
there are no locked doors around here, right? You open this
minute." A locked door between him and any one of his girls
didn't feel right at all.

"Yes, Dad," she said with a sigh, opening the door.

"I oughtta spank you for that!" He never spanked any of them,
though he did get really mad sometimes. Anna and Cindy were busy
with an elaborate doll set-up. There were things all over the
floor and on the bed.

"Oh, Cindy my love. I gotta have you."

"Don't mess up our make-believe!" she said.

"Well, you gotta have another plan, then. The living room?"

"No, my room. You can do it in my room," said Anna.

"See you soon, kiddo," Anna said to Cindy and tousled her hair as
she obediently followed Bruce.

And there she was on Anna's bed, and then as if magic clothes
disappeared, and the flesh underneath was revealed. Vital above
all else were the labia, of course. The little lips that yielded
to reveal feminine heaven.

He mounted and eased his cock into the little girl. Ah, that
tight vagina! He settled in for a good long fuck, in and out, in
and out.

Cindy sighed, making no attempt to keep from looking bored.

"Hey, none of that!" he said. "As long as I want to fuck, you let
me fuck and don't act like you want it to be over! I'm sure Anna
won't mess with your doll set-up."

"Yes, Bruce," she said. She reached up to whisper in his ear,
"Come, you big man, you can splat my pussy full of sperm any
time... I love to feel it."

It sounded genuine enough. But Bruce wouldn't be hurried. On and
on he went, enjoying the exquisite pleasure of each stroke. But
finally he did it -- thrust in and out frantically as curds of
sperm spewed out of his cock.

When he was good and rested he slid off. "You've been a good
girl... you can go."

Cindy got up, putting her clothing back together as she ran back
to see what Anna was up to.

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Usually when Bruce fell asleep around 9, he was out for a good
couple hours. But tonight something didn't feel right in his
digestion. He thought he'd try drinking some milk, so he quietly
padded out. The kitchen was on the other side of the living room.
He overheard the soft voices of Julie and Veronica from there as
he approached, and decided to stop and listen.

"Cindy complained to me. And Zoe complained too," said Veronica.

"Yeah, I know. It's more than any of us would like," said Julie.

"But remember in the magazines all those women who don't get it
enough and get frustrated?"

"Yeah, and you and I -- we need a very special kind of man."

"True, that would be really hard. But I wonder if we owe it to
the girls to stop this whole thing."

"They don't mind that much. Don't forget... he doesn't drink."

"He doesn't hit us, or threaten us really."

"No trouble with the law. And no child porn -- I check."

"He's just a really horny guy."

"Really, really horny. He was a virgin when I came back to him at
age 12. If I hadn't seduced him, he'd probably be a virgin still.
Which would be a shame, wouldn't it?"

"Yeah. No one deserves to be stuck without sex his whole life.
And all he demands is to fuck us. And getting fucked isn't so
bad, right? Kinda nice, actually."

"Would be nicer once a week rather than ten times but still kinda
nice."

They were silent a while. Then Julie said, "He did save my life.
I'll never forget that. I was a total mess when I was little, and
he stuck with me. You know those scars on his arms?"

"Yeah, I kept asking you about them and you wouldn't tell and
made me promise not to ask him. They kinda turn red when he gets
real excited."

"So now I'll tell you the secret. Those are all from me biting
him."

"Julie!"

"Yeah, I was a real mess. He stuck by me even after I bit him.
Two separate times. And I'm sticking by him. And you know, he's
actually pretty nice."

"Yeah, he is. Can be funny when his dick is in his pants. Hard to
catch a moment like that, but they do happen."

The two women laughed.

"And when his pants are off and his dick is stiff and long,
that's pretty nice too!"

"Would you really only want it once a week if it was up to you?"

"Up inside me? Maybe. But getting to watch when he's pounding
away in one of the little ones -- I'd still want that every day."

"Yeah, me too."

Bruce crept back to bed. He realized he was always a little
anxious worrying about what they thought about him. Now he
smiled, because he felt more secure than ever before. But the
sex... they thought he wanted sex too much. But he wanted it so
bad... They were the ones who were repressed, he figured. And
they indicated they would put up with it. Who did he want next?
Anna, he wanted his little Anna next. His digestion felt all
better. Maybe he'd slip into bed with her now.

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