Author: Sterling
Title: Saying No
Summary: The girl had been sexually abused and she was scared to
death of men. The therapist's suggestion was to find another man
who would play the role of a pedophile, starting to do naughty
things but guaranteed to stop whenever the girl said 'no'. I
reluctantly agreed to play the part at her mother's request. I
deserve an acting award.
Keywords: MF Mg oral 1st pedo lolita het cons humor

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 8/20/2011.

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Saying No

Angela had the perfect woman's body, and she had offered it to me
for the fucking -- which I was doing with enthusiasm.

She had exposed to me every inch of her creamy flawless skin, now
a little moist from exertion. Her flowing lustrous brown hair now
flopped with abandon all about her head and shoulders as she lay
on her back. Her delicate arms and hands were raised a little
above her head in a position of languorous surrender. Her small
but shapely breasts jiggled. I could see her cute little tummy
and her  modest hips. If I glanced to either side I could see her
delicate calves and small feet, which were far out to the sides
as she had spread her legs wide to eagerly expose her feminine
sex organs to my attentions.

Her dark brown liquid eyes regarded me with gentle lust. I had
asked what I could do to give her pleasure, and she had said that
just seeking my own within the depths of her vagina would bring
her to a fine climax. My manly shaft shoving in and out would tug
and tease her feminine tissues to high excitement, and she would
follow my building arousal closely. When I rammed home to
ejaculate -- her words! -- she would follow to her own orgasm.

She had a 100% natural but sparse bush, and her engorged labia
had stretched to accommodate my intrusion. There was no condom,
as were both clean and she was on the pill. Her vagina was tight,
hot and wet, but not so wet it didn't tease me with some
excruciatingly exciting texture. It was already the best sex of
my life, and my pleasure was building rapidly towards climax, my
thrusts fast and deep, my cock almost painfully swollen.

She regarded me with eager excitement, following my pleasure just
as she said she would.

"Stop! Pull out right now!" she suddenly said.

"What?"

"Pull out!"

I was confused, but I did as she asked. My swollen organ
reappeared from between her legs, slick from her juices. But all
of my semen remained within my body, to my great frustration. I
hadn't doused her vagina with my sperm as I so badly wanted to
do.

"Why?" I asked with what I'm afraid was a bit of a whine.

She gave me a big smile then. "You're wonderful! Now go on back
in... I was loving it so much! You're a wonderful lover!"

There was a special pleasure to sinking into her once more as it
contrasted with the unpleasant disruption. Once my cock had
bottomed out, our bodies took up where we had left off. Actually,
I let my body go. I wanted to splat her pussy with my sperm
before she changed her mind again. But like a perfect dance
partner she rose with me just as fast, and I felt strong rhythmic
pulses in her pussy to match mine as I delivered my male gift. It
would have been more fantastic if the copulation had been a
seamless whole, but it was pretty darn nice anyway.

When we had recovered our breath I asked the inevitable question.
"Why the heck did you make me pull out?"

"It has to do with my daughter."

She had told me she had one daughter, a six-year-old named Diablo
(she had had a Diablo printer once, and just liked the sound of
the name). Diablo's father had walked out of the marriage as soon
as it was sullied by a needy baby who leaked foul substances and
disturbed their sleep.

"Oh?"

"See, my sweet baby was sexually abused by a very bad man -- the
childcare provider's boyfriend. He showed her his erect penis! He
slid his hand into her panties! He even weaseled his fingers into
my dear girl's vagina! He is an awful, disgusting pedophile."
 
"I'll say! I'm so sorry to hear she had to go through that," I
said.
 
"He's now locked away in prison, thank goodness." She looked
troubled for a moment, but then returned to the present.

"Well, as a result she's frightened of men. She screams and runs
away when she sees one. The therapist said a promising new
technique is to find a man who'll pretend he's going to abuse
her. He'll start to do naughty things, but she knows that if she
tells him to stop, he will. So I wanted to know if you'd have
self-control. And if you can pull out of a gorgeous woman like me
-- she batted her eyelashes -- when you're about to come, I know
you would do just what my daughter asked!"

"Oh."

"I'd love to have you as my boyfriend, if you'll help my daughter
out too. Do you think you could pretend to want to abuse her?"

"And then whenever she asks me to stop, I stop?"

"Right! And then after every session, we can retreat to my
bedroom if you'd like and you can have your way with me any way
you want." Her eyes sparkled.

I sighed. "Um, what if we just skip the part with your daughter
and go straight to bed with each other?" What she was asking was
pretty bizarre.

Her big brown eyes looked soulful. "But my girl needs help. You
can help her. She needs you!"

She had made me feel very guilty. How had she managed that?

"You don't mind pretending to be a pedophile, do you? I mean,
it's just pretend. No one will ever know."

"I guess not."

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I arrived at 10am on Saturday. Diablo was as beautiful as her
mother in her own six-year-old way.  Lustrous brown hair, big
brown eyes, and a perfect little round face.

"Hi, Diablo," said Angela. "This is Mr. Johnson."

"Go away! I hate you!" shrieked the little one as soon as she
took one look at me, then hid behind her mother.

I took the little one's hint and retreated from the living room
back to the kitchen. Sometimes beauty is only skin-deep.

"Now, that's not nice! Mr. Johnson is a nice man," and she
motioned me back into the living room.

I timidly moved back into Diablo's line of sight.

"I said go away!" repeated Diablo. Just as I disappeared from
view again, I thought I saw a gleam in the girl's eyes.

We'd tried twice, and I wondered if heeding the girl's request
had earned my way back into Angela's pants.

"Now, you're not being reasonable!" said Angela to Diablo,
motioning me in again.

This time Diablo just looked at me.

"Pleased to meet you, Diablo," I said.

"You're disgusting! Go away!" she shrieked again.

I started to disappear around the corner again, but Angela caught
my arm. Her eyes were fixed on her daughter with love but also
determination.

"Mr. Johnson is going to read a couple chapters of 'Little House
On the Prairie' to you, and if he does anything you don't like,
you tell him not to, OK?"

I could see Diablo waver. Evidently she really liked to hear that
story.

"Okay," said the little one, eying me like a hawk.

Angela handed me the book and I slowly walked into the living
room, anxious not to disturb this wild animal who stood between
me and Angela's panties. I wondered if her mother knew what
'Diablo' meant. I sat towards one end of the sofa and hesitated,
then patted the sofa next to me.

"No!" shouted Diablo.

"OK," I said. "Sit wherever you want."

She sat in the armchair ten feet away. She was dressed in jeans
and a T-shirt and after a while tucked her legs up under her.

I started reading the book aloud. I'm a fluent reader and with
occasional visions of naked Angela materializing in my head, I
put feeling into the dialog, choosing a slightly different voice
for each character. I was aware of Angela slipping away into the
kitchen as I finished the first page.

I read for some time, and Diablo remained quiet. As I turned a
page and saw the blank space promising the end of the second
chapter, I felt my cock start growing. My work was almost done,
and my reward was almost at hand.

"There, how did you like that?" I asked.

"It was OK," said Diablo, trying to look stern.

Angela appeared. "Great. Thanks, Brian." She chose a DVD from the
rack and put it in the player. "Now Diablo, you watch 'The Little
Princess' now, while Brian and I go back to the bedroom to talk,"
she told her daughter.

"Yay!" said the little girl, and sat down eagerly to watch.

Once Angela locked the door behind us, she attacked me with a
passionate kiss and embrace. Clothes flew off. She dove down to
take my hard cock in her mouth and teased me to a frenzy with
some very nice oral sex. I offered to reciprocate but she waved
me away. "In my pussy!" she said. "I mean -- please, if you're
willing."

I was more than willing. I dove into her sopping channel and
burrowed to the end.

It was a splendid fuck, both of our bodies doing what they wanted
to do more than anything in the world, each luxuriating in the
pleasure afforded by the other. After ten minutes I felt my
orgasm approaching.

"Stop! Pull out!" Angela commanded sternly.

I stopped my thrusting and gave her a questioning look -- maybe a
pleading look.

"Just kidding," she said, bursting into a big smile, then lifted
her head to whisper in my ear, "Shoot off way deep in my cunt,
OK? Please?"

The naughty language was thrilling, and I did, within seconds.
Angela was right there, pulsing along with me.

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The next time we met, exactly a week later, Diablo was dressed in
a pink fluffy dress with white tights on. She sat on the sofa to
my right but two feet away.

I had nearly finished an entire chapter of 'Little House' when I
heard Angela clear her throat from behind me. She pantomimed
someone pawing her chest and panting.

Oh, right. I was supposed to be pretending to be a pedophile. It
was really more fun just reading the book with occasional visions
of screwing Angela, but a deal is a deal.

I gradually slid over a few inches toward Diablo, then a few
more.

Suddenly alarmed, she said, "No!"

"Sorry," I said and moved back to where I'd been.

I started reading the next chapter and considered my next move. I
slid over just a couple inches towards Diablo -- less than I had
before.

To my surprise, she slid all the way over and leaned against my
right shoulder!

I smiled at her and paused in my reading. It looked like I was
winning her trust! I felt a certain tenderness towards her as she
gave me a lovely smile. She was quite charming when she wasn't
being awful. So I reached over with my left hand to brush my hand
down the hair on the right side of her head, and her smile turned
shy. I then brought my fingers down her cheek very softly. I
hadn't had much to do with children before, and realized I didn't
know whether I was just being an affectionate grown-up or acting
like a pedophile. The funny thing was, it didn't matter.

"No!" she said once more with a stern expression as my fingers
lingered on her lovely little cheek, and I stopped immediately.

I went back to reading, and she leaned against my side once more.

What would a dirty old man do next? I pressed slowly against her
left thigh with my right. She didn't look at me but smiled a
little.

I felt my cock stirring, and immediately thought of Angela and
the passionate lovemaking that was to follow this session.

Next I slowly rested my right hand on top of that same left
thigh, and still she did nothing. Then I began rubbing up and
down, and she grabbed it and put it roughly back on my own lap,
with a sharp, "No!"
 
I stopped at once, but then after a minute of reading pushed
outward with my right thigh again, and once again she said, "No!"
this time with a little more heat.

"OK," I said. "I'm sorry." I figured she had had enough pretend
untoward advances for one day and finished the story without
further incident.

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"Can you take me from the rear?" asked Angela. "I've always loved
that."

I grinned. A woman asking for it that way? Walking up behind her
on my knees, I spread her labia with one hand and aimed my cock
with the other, then thought of something.

"Can you promise me you won't ask me to pull out?"

She looked over her shoulder at me and gave a mischievous smile.

"We'll see," she said.

"Then maybe I'm not so interested," I said, trying to call her
bluff. Or would she call mine? I'd accept any conditions to get
my cock into her cunt once more.

"No, I promise," she said, her smile turning earnest as she
wiggled her rear end at me.

Soon I was gripping her cute little ass while I pumped my cock
deep up into her pussy from the rear.

I started grunting without realizing it, and she moaned out loud
too.

As I was approaching my peak, I suddenly heard someone try the
door.

"What are you guys doing in there?" came Diablo's voice. We had
apparently been making enough noise to distract her from her
video.

The door stayed locked, but Angela started to pull away from me,
alarmed.

I didn't let her. A promise is a promise. I did stop making noise
but pumped harder than ever.

"Um, just -- just yoga, dear," said Angela.

"Can I watch?"

"No!" said Angela, just as I surged deep and pulsed my sperm into
her.

"No, no!" she continued with urgency, trying to modulate her
voice as her orgasm seized her.

"OK," said Diablo with disappointment, "but it's not fair," her
voice fading as she padded back down the corridor.

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Diablo plopped down in my lap and leaned back against me. She had
started learning to read, so she wanted to look at the book so
she could identify some of the words. At least that's what she
said.

I read a few pages and she squirmed.

Oh yes, I was supposed to do what a pedophile would do and then
stop when she said no. I slid my hand onto the top front part of
her dress, covering where her tiny right nipple was, and waited a
moment for her to object. When she didn't, I went back to
reading. My attention split between reading and pretend abuse, I
swirled my hand around idly on her chest. Then I realized with a
start that she'd let me fondle her chest for several pages and
withdrew my hand suddenly.

She glanced up at me and smiled, then returned her attention to
the book.

I realized I had found rubbing the girl's chest a little erotic,
and my cock was rather hard in my pants. Diablo's chest was
totally flat, but fondling the bodice area of a dress has a
certain allure regardless of what age or shape of female lies
within. 

Diablo had come a long way in terms of not being frightened of
men, or at least of me. I felt proud.

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"Can Mr. Johnson read to me in my room?"

Angela smiled. "My, you certainly are getting over your fears!
Sure, if you'd like that."

Diablo locked the door behind her. She motioned me to a rocking
chair, and then sat on my lap. The rocking chair didn't have any
arms, so I wrapped my right arm around her stomach while I held
the book with my left hand.

The story was intriguing. I realized with a little guilt that if
Diablo got tired of it, I sort of wanted to take it out of the
library to find out what happened! But it was just a silly kids'
book -- for girls, no less. I was dimly aware that Diablo was
rocking back and forth to get the rocking chair rocking. Taking
her hint, I began rocking myself. I was then aware that she had
spread her legs very far apart so her calves hung down outside of
mine.

Oh yes, I reminded myself. I'm supposed to pretend I'm a
pedophile. What haven't I done?

I gently placed my right hand on her right knee. Her legs were
spread so wide her silky light blue dress had ridden up high. I
slowly slid my hand up the inside of her thigh. All I had to do
was wait for her to tell me to stop.

Mostly lost within the magic of the story, I was dimly aware that
my right hand had made contact with her panties. My cock got hard
as I thought of panties -- Angela's panties! -- and I had the
girl sit up a moment so I could as surreptitiously as possible
reach down and point my cock upwards, so it could rest in
relative comfort in its upright position, the tip lying against
my bellybutton.

Returning to the story, I gently stroked the crotch of Diablo's
panties -- that's the sort of thing a pedophile would do, right?

Towards the end of the chapter I was dimly aware of the girl
thrusting her hips against my hand, incidentally rubbing my cock.

Putting the book down, I wondered what else a pedophile might do.
I slipped my fingers inside of her panty crotch and started
rubbing again. The skin was smooth and very sexy in its own pure
little girl way.

Diablo gave a dreamy smile.

"Stand up," I said.

A pedophile would want to see her naked, so I worked her dress up
and over her head. She raised her arms cooperatively. Everything
was fine, I told myself, because whenever there's something she
doesn't like, she'll just say no and I'll stop.

She stood in front of me, and I tugged her panties down and she
stepped out of them.

There was the whole beautiful little girl in front of me. Her
little girl lips down below were reddish and swollen, maybe from
all that fondling I had been doing.

What else would a pedophile do? I pulled down my trousers and
briefs to expose my cock.

She looked at it with wide eyes but she didn't object.

"You want to touch it?" I asked.

She touched it tentatively, gently.

"Mmmmm," I said.

What else would a pedophile do?

"Lie back on the bed," I said.

She did so eagerly and spread her legs without being told.

I lowered my head to look from inches away at her fetching female
parts, which seemed very stylish for being so small and hairless.
With my two hands I gently pulled her labia aside, revealing the
young sex organs within.

A pedophile might approach her delicious girly parts with his
tongue, and so I did too. Surely she would object at some point?
Well, that was up to her.

I licked all around her inner labia and probed my tongue up into
her vagina. She moaned and sighed. Then I found her clitoris and
began to attend to it with gentle licks. I decided I didn't mind
playing the role of a pedophile so much. It was kind of creepy in
a way, but it's what her mother had asked me to do and it was
kind of fun! Her juices started flowing, her body doing a little
girl's imitation of the lubrication that would allow smooth,
happy intercourse when she was older. A pedophile might want to
nudge that future event into the present. He might stick his
finger into her vagina -- the real pedophile had, after all. I
explored inside her vagina with one finger, then another, seeing
how physically difficult this next hypothetical step might be.
She seemed pretty stretchy. It was probably because that
disgusting pervert had stuck his fingers into her. I felt a surge
of anger just thinking about it.

Well, I decided to play the part to the hilt. Lifting my somewhat
wet mouth, I quickly got into the mounting position, pelvis to
pelvis. My organ was fully erect, twitching with excitement. It
was handy that my physiology cooperated with playing my role. Was
it method acting -- really becoming the character you are
playing? The organ pointed right at her vaginal orifice.

"No," she said timidly.

"No?"

She shook her head.

I paused, glans poised right outside her young but ready opening.
A pedophile would want to dive in; he'd dive in anyway, despite
what she said. And I was playing the part of one. But wait! There
was that other aspect, I was supposed to stop whenever she said
no. That's what this was all about. I let my weight down on her
and rolled to the side, giving a weary sigh. I guess a pedophile
would feel terribly disappointed, so it wasn't so surprising if I
was too. I was pretty good at this acting business.

"Yes," she said.

"Yes? Yes what?"

She pointed down between her legs.

"But you just said no." Like mother, like daughter?

"It really is up to me, right? That's so wonderful!"

"You want me to... go ahead and do what I was going to do?"

She nodded emphatically.

I eagerly got back into position, and spread her wetness all over
my tip to ease the intrusion, then I started pressing.

Her eyes went wide and a couple tears showed at the corners.

"Should I stop?"

"No."

OK, I was very good at obeying her when she said that word.

My tip weaseled its way past her outer ring of muscles. She was
tight, but her body did open up for me, just enough. I pressed in
another half inch, then slid back, then in a new quarter inch, my
motion like waves breaking and withdrawing -- but the tide was
slowly coming in.

Now her eyes were bright and she smiled uncertainly.

Deeper and deeper I worked my cock, and her vagina gave way
gradually.

It felt fantastic. I then began my real in and out motion, just
like a pedophile would.

"Oh, that's so amazing!" I whispered to the young dear.

She squeezed my back with her arms and grinned at me.

Encouraged, I kept up my in and out motion. I wasn't fucking her
with abandon by any means; it was a gentle in and out, entirely
fitting for a young girl's tender parts.

I was in her to the hilt, though, our pubic bones bumping when I
was in all the way.

She fixed me with the same look of sexual adoration her mother
had, and I reveled in it. She wasn't quite like her mother,
though. She got ahead of me and cried out and moaned before I was
quite to my own climax. I followed her quickly, though, and
within a few seconds I shoved that extra millimeter or two deeper
and splatted the little girl's upper vagina with my seed.

I was dimly aware of footsteps in the hallway, and as my last
spasm oozed a final couple drops into the girl, Angela said from
outside of the door, "Hey, what's going on in there?"

Diablo covered her mouth to keep from laughing too hard.

"Oh, um," I said. "We were just, um, wrestling a little."

"Doing yoga!" cried out Diablo.

"You open the door this minute!" cried her mother.

Dragging myself out of a post-orgasmic haze, I quickly got
dressed and helped Diablo back into her panties and dress.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door.

Angela was angry. "What have you been doing to my girl?"

Without waiting for an answer, she turned to her daughter. "Has
he been abusing you?"

"He's wonderful, mommy! Every time I said no he stopped whatever
he was doing right away! I trust him!" And she hugged herself
against my side, arms circling my hips in a big squeeze.

"What did you do?" she asked me again.

"Well, I was trying to think like a pedophile, like you asked me
to. So I'd do different things I thought a pedophile might do,
and every time she said no I stopped. That's what you wanted,
right?"

"Yeah, but... but... How far did you go? Did you touch her
chest?"
 
"Yeah! He did that last week. Today it was really nice when he
was rubbing his hand on my panties while we were reading."

Angela looked at me reproachfully.

"I was, um, waiting for her to say no," I said. "And then I got
into the story. It was really exciting."

"Not as exciting as that rub, rub, rub on my panties. Why does it
feel so good, mommy?"

Angela ignored her. "You didn't touch my sweet girl's bare skin
under her panties, did you?" she asked me in a hushed voice.

"Oh, well..." I temporized.

Diablo apparently saw no reason to try to break the news to her
mother gradually. "Oh boy, did he!" She reached up under her
dress and inside her panties, and emerged a second later with a
finger covered with my semen.

"He stuck his thingie in me and then this came out!"

"I, um..." I said, turning a bit red. "You're the one who wanted
me to start pawing her, right?"

"Yeah, but you were supposed to stop! She was supposed to say
no!"

"I did say no, and every time I did he stopped! But then I said
yes."

I realized then that my thinking had gotten muddled up somehow. I
should have stopped doing what I was doing when it went past a
certain point, and not just relied on her to say no. Why hadn't
I?

"And mommy, when his thingie was bouncing in and out of me I had
this fantastic feeling! It started feeling really good when he
was licking my peepee, and then it got super-duper fantastic when
he was shoving his hard thing in and out."

I realized that saying I was playing the part of a pedophile with
Diablo wouldn't cut it in court, even if it was at her mother's
request. I had this sick feeling I was looking at a long and
unpleasant encounter with the criminal justice system.

But Angela's attitude shifted as she turned to her daughter. "How
come you didn't say no, sweetie?" she asked gently. "You knew he
wasn't supposed to be doing those things."

"When Mr. Schwartz did them I hated it because I didn't have any
choice. But some of them felt kind of good too. So when I found
out Mr. Johnson was so nice, I wanted to do more and more. And
his tongue! And his thingie flying in and out up into my weewee?
That was fantastic!"

"But it isn't right! You know that!"

"That's what the 'yoga' was you two were doing, wasn't it? Huh?"

Angela looked away. "Yeah, well when grown men and women really
love each other, then it can be a beautiful thing, but not for
little girls."

"So you shoved your thingie in and out of mom, Mr. Johnson? And
made a mess up inside her weewee hole like you did in mine?"

I looked aside, my failure to deny what she said as good as a
confirmation.

"Can we do it again next Saturday? No, I don't want to wait. What
about tomorrow? Or can Mr. Johnson just stay now?" asked Diablo.

"You may not do it again! It's out of the question!" said Angela
huffily. "The only question is whether I call the police on Mr.
Johnson." she said, looking at me angrily.

"Um, it was partly your idea," I said lamely.

But Diablo stamped her foot. "If you call the police on Mr.
Johnson I'll hate you forever, mommy! I saw what they did to Mr.
Schwartz. Mr. Johnson is nice; he always stopped when I told him
to, and then he did things that I liked that felt really good."

Angela softened once more. "Diablo, honey... You really didn't
mind?"

"No, I liked it!"

"All of it?" she asked, with a certain distaste creeping into her
voice.

"Yeah, all of it."
 
Angela sighed, then shuddered. "I think it's time for Mr. Johnson
to go home now."

"No calling the police?" I asked quietly.

"No, at least not yet." Turning to Diablo, she said, "You know
you can never say a word about what happened, right? Or they'll
have to take Mr. Johnson away?"

I thought Angela might not get off so easily either. I wondered
if she'd considered that part.

"Are you kidding? I saw what happened to Mr. Schwartz. There's no
way I'll say a word to anyone!"

I took a deep breath. "OK. Bye, Angela. Goodbye, Diablo."

"Bye, Mr. Johnson! When are you coming over to play again? Would
this afternoon be OK?"

I knelt down to her level and said, "I'd love to come over and
read to you some more. But it's up to your mom."

Diablo gave me a look then, one I'll never forget, and then she
threw her arms around my neck and kissed me right on the lips. It
wasn't an experienced, erotic kiss, but it was a passionate
statement.

"Diablo, come on!" said Angela with exasperation.

After a final round of goodbyes I was out the door.

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My heart pounded when I heard Angela's voice on the phone. I
hadn't dared to hope that I might hear from her again -- but
hoped desperately nonetheless. So I instantly knew it had been 17
days since our last encounter when I heard her voice on the
phone. Angela said Diablo wouldn't stop talking about me. She was
impossible to live with. She kept trying to tell Angela in her
child-like ways that her mother was being hypocritical. "Imagine
that!" said Angela indignantly. Now the deal was that I could
come over,  just to visit and maybe read a story, but nothing
more.

"Mr. Johnson!" yelled Diablo as soon as I was inside the door.
She leapt into my arms and I held her against my front as she
squeezed my back and planted sloppy kisses all over my face.

As she continued to kiss me and giggle, Diablo started humping
her pelvis against my stomach.

"Diablo! Stop it! That's not a nice way for a girl to behave! And
you'll embarrass Mr. Johnson!"

"But it feels good, and I want to feel better..."

"Diablo, Diablo," I said, looking at her and trying to project
calm. "You know what I did before is what a pedophile would do,
and I'm not a pedophile, I was just pretending to be."

"Make-believe! I love make-believe. Can we do it again? You can
pretend to be a pedophile again."

"Ummmmm," I said.

"Diablo, we talked about this, right? Mr. Johnson's just going to
read you a story."

"But mommy, it felt so good! And I need to feel it again! My
weewee needs to have his peepee stuck in it again! Every night I
stick my finger in and out and rub it and think of Mr. Johnson,
but it's not the same. My finger's not big enough, and it's just
not Mr. Johnson! His thingie sticks out from down in his
underpants, and that's where the thing that goes into my weewee
ought to be hooked up, and to a big man! His sticky-outie goes in
my sticky-innie!"

Just then the girl's stocking foot brushed across my cock.

"Oooo, and it's hard! Ready for sticking in, right? Can you, huh?
Please? Please?"

I detached the girl from my front and set her on her feet.

She immediately started fondling my cock through my pants.

In one motion I spun her around, grabbed her hands, and sat on
the sofa, pulling her onto my lap. She immediately began
wriggling her butt against my hard-on.

"You are a very naughty girl!" I said.

"Don't you want to stick it in me? Wiggle it in and out like you
did before? It looked like you felt really good."

"I was just pretending to be a nasty pedophile," I said. "I
didn't enjoy it, not really..." I could almost feel my nose
getting longer to try to match my cock.

Angela said, "It's not normal for a girl to want a man to abuse
her like that. Only bad girls want that."

"Oh," said Diablo, looking confused. Suddenly her face
brightened, in a devilish kind of way. "How about I make believe
I'm a bad, bad girl while you make believe you're a pedophile!
But we know I'm really a good girl and you're really just an
ordinary man."

That sounded awfully tempting. With my acting talent, maybe I
should see how I would fare on Broadway, or at least a community
theater.

"Let me talk about this privately with Mr. Johnson, OK?" said
Angela solemnly. "I'll get you a big bowl of ice cream, how's
that, while we talk?"

"OK," said the little one, still wiggling her butt against my
erection.

We left the girl sitting at the kitchen table digging into a big
bowl of Chocolate Fudge Swirl ice cream.

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Angela spoke softly as she closed the door behind us. "I'm the
one you should be burying your cock in, right? I'm really the one
you want, right?"

"Yes, Angela, of course. I was just pretending with Diablo."

We were stripping frantically as we talked. As my fingers first
worked through the soft hair between her legs to make contact
with her hairless outer pussy, I found the whole place unusually
wet.

"Huh. Why so wet so fast?"

"I've missed you," she said, but looked away.

"Or does it turn you on to hear your itty-bitty daughter talking
about wanting sex so much?"

"No!" said Angela indignantly. "Well, maybe a little..."

I dove into the woman with my straining cock and began pounding
away. The bed creaked and we moaned and sighed softly.

"Did he stick it in you yet, mommy?" came a muffled voice from
outside the door.

"Diablo!" panted the very hot and aroused woman underneath me. "I
thought you were ... eating ice cream."

"I am," said the girl, and we heard the clinking of spoon and
dish. "I just wanted to know what was going on in there," she
added.

I had a devilish little thought. I let myself grunt just a little
bit, not enough to be obvious but enough that I thought Diablo
would hear.

"Are you feeling good, Mr. Johnson? You could wiggle your peepee
in me too, you know!"

"Diablo! Diablo..." said Angela, getting lost in the pleasure of
my thrusting cock.

"Oohhhhh!" I moaned as my cock spat its load into the mother's
spasming pussy.

She covered her mouth as she came but couldn't help making a loud
gasp.

"I heard that!" chortled the voice from the hallway.

Angela got up at once and began dressing, a little unsteady on
her feet.

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Diablo was waiting outside the bedroom door, empty ice cream bowl
set to the side. She stuck her nose into her mother's crotch. "I
can smell it!" she said. "Mr. Johnson put some goop in you too!"

"Diablo!" said Angela. "It's not nice to talk about things like
that."

"But it's true!"

"It doesn't matter whether it's true or not, it's not nice to say
it, just like you don't tell someone she's fat."

"But you're not fat; neither is Mr. Johnson."

"That's not the point..." said Angela, trailing off.

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Angela liked our sex; she came to my place when she could get a
sitter. But she had tried to douse Diablo's sexual hunger by not
having me around. So I was surprised she asked me over. She
looked a little uncomfortable as she answered the door.

"Mr. Johnson!" said Diablo, running up to me but stopping before
we touched.

"What, no hug?" I asked good-naturedly.

"No, I'm trying to learn to be good," said the little girl. But
then she leapt into my arms and wriggled her pelvis vigorously
against me. "But I can't!"

"What happened?" I asked, looking at Angela.

"She got suspended from school for kissing boys and touching them
inappropriately," she said.

"They didn't mind -- not really," said Diablo.

"And then she approached Mr. Stanton, the man across the street,
as he was getting out of his car."

"I thought maybe he'd stick his thingie in me if mommy won't let
you. I talked about make believe --"

"But you also exposed yourself to him."

"I wanted to be sure he got the idea."

"He got the idea all right, and he called me up to complain."

"Oh dear, Diablo, it sounds like you've been a very bad girl!" I
said sternly.

"No! I'm just pretending to be! And if we can just play bad girl
and pedophile again I promise I'll be good."

Angela looked at me, defeated. "Would you be willing to? Just
once more?"

I tried to look doubtful. "Well, OK, I guess I could manage that
once more."

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" said Diablo as she
clutched me, covering my face with sloppy kisses.

"Can we do it now?"

"Um, well..." I said.

Angela said, "I want you to pick up your room first!"

"OK!" said Diablo, struggling out of my arms and racing off to
her room.

"Am I a bad mother?" Angela asked.

"No... I can see it's a difficult situation."

"I worry I'm imposing on you... you really don't mind pretending
to be a pedophile?"

"Well, it's not so bad. Diablo's a pretty good kid."

"I love her with all my heart, of course, but she's driving me
crazy."

"She's always nice to me."

"Yes... yes, she is."

"OK, I'm ready!" said Diablo, racing out from her room. She had
nothing on but her panties, and she was wiggling them back and
forth on her hips.

"You've cleaned up your room already?"

"Yeah, mommy, go check!"

"And put your dress back on!"

"But mommy, I'm pretending to be a bad girl now."

Angela sighed. I followed her and we saw that the room was indeed
picked up, all the toys put away, the bed made neatly.

"OK, it looks very nice," conceded Angela. "I've never seen her
make a bed that nicely before," she muttered to me.

"So now I can lie back and get Mr. Johnson to stick his thingie
in me and bounce around and make me super-happy and goop up my
weewee hole?"

"Goodness, I hope not! At least spare me the details, OK?"

"You want to watch?"

"No! Anything like that is supposed to be done in private."

"OK, bye mommy! Bye bye!" said Diablo, pushing her mother out the
door and pushing it shut behind her.

"Be nice to her," pleaded Angela, meeting my eyes just before the
door latched. I wasn't quite sure what she meant; I'm not sure
she was either.

Diablo made a point of locking the door.

I found it very easy to slip back into the role of pretending to
be a pedophile. Diablo ripped back the covers and flung her
panties off, and in seconds was flat on her back with legs spread
wide. Her eyes glowed as she saw me strip, my very erect penis
making an appearance as my briefs were tossed aside. She gave a
big smile as I descended to mouth her little girl privates. But
she got wet very quickly.

"OK, can you stick it in me now, Mr. Johnson? Please?"

I couldn't resist. I knew my character. I knew my lines. And I
knew my entrance, I thought with a little smile as I entered
Diablo, low down and centered, my twitching member sliding into
her hot, wet space.

She knew how to play the part of a bad girl, too, and began
coming within seconds. I held off a little, trying to prolong the
moment.

"Oh, it's so good, Mr. Johnson! Can you goop your naughty pee up
my weewee hole!"

"OK," I said, gasping as my orgasm became inevitable and I hung
in delicious excitement.

"It feels good to you, doesn't it..." said the little one, still
writhing with her own orgasm but attending to me too.

"Yes.. yes it does!  Yes, YES!" I said, letting loose my sperm as
I basked in my pleasure and ever-so-satisfying release.

As we lay panting, we heard a rustling from the hallway and a
muffled sneeze.

"Mommy, were you listening?" asked Diablo.

"Oh, no, I wasn't, I was just passing by," said Angela lamely.

"You're lying!" said Diablo. "Was it exciting to hear us doing
it? Mr. Johnson peed his goop up my girly weewee. It felt
fantastic!"

"Good girls don't talk about that!"

"But I'm pretending to be a bad girl!" said Diablo earnestly.

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Angela's plan of getting Diablo to behave if she could play bad
girl and pedophile just once more was a miserable failure.

Diablo was a very good little girl as long as she knew she could
take me into her bedroom on the weekend and lock the door. When
her mother tried to make her stop, she became a terror.

It was late one Saturday night. I had satisfied Diablo an hour
before, leaving her asleep with a big smile on her face, sperm
dripping out of her naked pussy. I felt entirely satisfied
myself, too. But the prospect of Angela's hungry sexuality had
rekindled my own interest, and I'd satisfied the grown woman with
another fantastic simultaneous orgasm. Now we lazed in bed, both
happy and sleepy.

"Um," said Angela. "I'm worried what'll happen if you decide
you're not willing to pretend to enjoy sex with her any more.
She's kind of dependent on you."

"It's not so bad," I said. "I think I'll keep being OK with it if
I can have sex with you too."

"I think it's working well."

"I suppose we could make it more permanent. I could stay over
during the week too. Maybe even move in."

"Really?" she asked with bright eyes.

"Yeah!" I said, with equal enthusiasm.

"I wouldn't want to do that unless we were married. I don't want
to set a bad example for Diablo."

"I've thought of marriage too, but there's one thing you should
know."

"What?" asked Angela eagerly.

"I've always wanted children of my own. I don't think I could
marry you unless you were willing to have a baby with me."

"Oh!" said Angela, looking at me with a smile. "Sure! I never
wanted Diablo to be an only child."

"What about two?"

"Two -- yes that would be nice!"

"Three?"

"Three... OK, hmmm, I think so."

"Four?"

"Oh, um..."

I smiled. "I think three should be just fine."

Angela smiled, opened her bedside table drawer and brought out a
monthly pill dispenser. She tossed it in the little plastic waste
basket and smiled at me.

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It wasn't a particularly large wedding -- a couple dozen guests
in all. Diablo loved her frilly white dress.

When the three of us were alone later that night, Angela took
Diablo's hands.

"Honey, Mr. Johnson's going to have sex with me first tonight,
before he does his make-believe with you."

"Why?"

"Because we're trying to make a baby, and I need his goopy stuff
to start it."

"Huh?"

We explained the basics of the facts of life, to the little
girl's astonishment.

"But you shoot goop every time, right?"

"Yes, but there's more of it when I haven't done it in a while...
the supply builds up, and it's got more of the sperm cells that
do the babymaking," I said.

"But I can have a little later?"

"Sure," I said.

Angela didn't conceive right away, and after a while at the right
time of month I started suctioning Diablo's pussy out with an eye
dropper after I had come inside her, and transferred the several
droppersful to Angela to supplement what I had injected directly.

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Diablo attended the birth, and the 7-year-old did her job and
proudly announced that the baby was Amanda, the name we had
chosen for a girl.

A few days later when the two of us were alone she asked, "Are
you going to wiggle your peepee in her too?"

"Oh, no, sweetie. She's way too young." I realized at once that
that wasn't really the best answer.

"When she's older?"

"No, because little girls don't want anyone to do that -- at
least most girls," I hastily corrected myself.

"Even pretending like we do?"

"No, even pretending. Besides, if she's my daughter, then it
would be incest, and that's bad."

"Why?"

"Because people in the same family never have sex with each
other."

"What about mommies and daddies?"

"Well of course, that's different."

"And what about me? Am I your daughter?"

"Well, yes and no. I love you as much as my own daughter, but
it's not the same."

"You love me more?"

"In some ways, yes."

Diablo looked hurt.

"In every way," I said. It was close enough to the truth to do.

"So you'd never pretend to be a pedophile with Amanda?"

"No, of course not." I said.

I wouldn't, would I? Certainly not unless she really wanted me
to. She wouldn't, would she? Of course not. But I found that the
thought had given me a hard-on. Or was it Diablo herself?

It was never spoken aloud, but Angela knew she was in competition
with her daughter for my sexual attentions, though I loved them
both no matter what, of course. So with her pussy out of
commission after the birth, Angela gave me some fine oral sex and
insisted I come in her mouth -- it was great. But there's nothing
like a pussy, and there was only one of the three in the house
that was working at the moment. Mommy's was too big, in a sense,
the baby's was way too small, but the little girl's was just
right!

Diablo might have been happy with just once a day during that
extended period when Angela's pussy was recovering, but she
didn't mind having that second orgasm first thing in the morning
while I unloaded my night's production of sperm in her pussy. She
pretended we were trying to make a baby too, of course. Which was
silly, and would be for some years. But in ten years... no, best
not to even think such a thing!

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