Author: Sterling
Title: Toddlers Doing Toddlers
Summary: A volunteer wants very much to improve the lives of the
low-functioning toddlers in the orphanage. Following a hunch, she
guides them step by step to having sex with each other, and it
turns out they love it! So do the other toddlers, and so do
bigger kids. It makes them kinder and smarter too. But once kids
have it, they really miss it if it is taken away. A bunch of
girls in a remote town whose boys have all moved away find that
what they can get from a man is even better.
Keywords: bg Mg(5-12) Mf MF inc bro sis inc moth son pedo loli
exhib cons het preg

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 12/20/2016.

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Toddlers Doing Toddlers

Sally wanted to make the world a better place. So she volunteered
in the orphanage. Everyone knew that orphans tended to end up
tragically indifferent and emotionally cold. Her goal was to try
to bring some warmth and love to them while they were small,
before it was too late.

There was a room with 20 little beds, each containing a little
child. All were dressed alike in white smocks. Underneath, the
boys had little briefs and the girls had little panties, but that
was the only variety in their clothing. They came to this room
from the nursery as soon as they were toilet trained. This batch
was "low functioning". They managed toilet training, but even at
age two none of them talked and they didn't understand things she
said to them.

Sally got an evening shift. Sometimes the kids moaned and cried.
She sat on a bed and held a hand, but that was usually not
enough, so she took them in her lap and they snuggled against
her. They liked that. But when others saw, they wanted to do it
too. So soon she had one child in her lap and one on each side.
That was good for those three, but the others weren't so happy.
So she tried to spread herself around and be fair. The trouble
was that when their turn of snuggling was over and she put the
little girls and boys back in their beds, they got sad again.
Their lips quivered, then they might cry briefly, but soon all
were silent. In a way that was worse. These poor kids were used
to being abandoned.

She tried putting kids into beds in pairs. Maybe they could hug
each other and get some comfort that way? It didn't work. They
mostly ended up poking and shoving each other.

Oh, what could she do? She tried to think. How did she calm
herself when she was feeling sad? One way she'd used since she
was a little girl was to slide her hand into her panties, find
the right place and rub, gently. Rub, rub, rub. It felt nice and
it relaxed her. Would it work with them? With little Amanda on
her lap, she slid her hand up under the smock and put her fingers
right on her panties where her legs came together. She started
gently stroking. She looked carefully to monitor Amanda's
reaction. At first she was curious, then she started relaxing,
then she started smiling. With a final pat on her panty crotch,
Sally lay Amanda down in her bed and went on to the next child.
Amanda stayed happy longer than usual. She tried it with Cathy
and Mary, and they both liked it too. She tried putting their
hands down in their panties and moving their fingers the way she
had been moving hers, but they didn't get that.

What about the little boys? Well, she'd had sex a few times, and
the motion that the big boys liked was pretty obvious. Would
little boys like the same thing? She stroked the bulge in their
underpants up under the smock. That didn't seem to do much. So
she worked her hand inside and found Carl's penis -- so little!
She grasped the shaft lightly and began moving her fingers up and
down. That quieted Carl. After a minute or so, she noticed the
little thing growing beneath her fingers, while Carl started
smiling. As it got bigger it was easier to move her fingers up
and down. After a while she took her hand out and patted the
front of his underpants where she could feel the shaft
underneath, and put him to bed. He stayed happier longer too.

The girls liked it, and the boys liked it, but there were so many
of them! How to keep them all happy? Maybe Cathy and Mary could
learn to rub each other? No interest.

Oh, dear. Maybe a boy with a girl? Sally put Amanda on one side
of her and Carl on the other, and she took Amanda's hand and put
it up under Carl's smock, and put it on his bulge. She seemed
mildly interested, and so did Carl. Sally then slid the little
girl's fingers inside the boy's underpants so she could feel his
little penis. She giggled. She modeled with her fingers moving up
and down Carl's little shaft. Carl smiled. Amanda seemed curious
at first but then lost interest.

What about the other way around? Carl of course didn't feel
anything so definite and unusual as a penis in Amanda's panties,
though he seemed mildly interested at the different way Amanda
felt. Sally modeled how to slide his fingers up and down, gently.
Amanda smiled, but Carl couldn't or wouldn't keep moving.

She got tired of stroking up and down on little boy penises. They
had no interest in stroking themselves, but if she put her
fingers around the little sticky-outie and stopped rubbing and
gave a nudge, the boy would thrust his hips to move his penis up
and down, kind of treating her fingers like a little vagina.

She tried to see if she could get the little girls to provide the
motion for their pleasure too. Sally lay on her back -- it felt
good to lie down sometimes! -- and rubbed little Amanda between
the legs, then with a bit of demonstration got her to try rubbing
up and down on her hip. Amanda seemed to get the idea of that.
She liked it! But she soon stopped.

Was there any hope of getting them to help each other out? When
Sally was on her back with Carl lying kind of on top of her, she
got his little organ nestled in the pseudo-vagina she made with
her fingers, and he poked in and out, smiling. Tummy down, poking
into something below. That was the right idea.

Amanda couldn't be convinced to keep her fingers in the shape of
a little fake vagina for very long. But then, she did have a real
vagina. Could it be put to us? Sally began exploring with a
finger tip. After she had been rubbing Amanda for a while, there
was a bit of moisture there just inside the opening. She didn't
mind the finger tip going in. She didn't mind it going in up to
her first knuckle, or her second. And she smiled when Sally slid
her finger in and out.

Could she get the two of them together? She pulled Amanda's smock
up around her middle and took her panties off, then lay her on
her back. With Carl's smock around his middle and his underpants
off, she got him to kind of lie down on her. They frowned. But
with the little finger of one of Sally's hands sliding in and out
of her vagina, Amanda smiled. With the fingers of her other hand
rubbing up and down on Carl's penis, he smiled too. When she
stopped rubbing, he started thrusting into her fingers. Now, if
only she could bring them together and get herself out of the
loop. She took her finger out of Amanda and started gently
rubbing her on the outside, right over her special place. Then
she moved her finger tunnel that Carl was using. He followed it
as it slowly moved away so he could keep poking into it. She
moved it right between Amanda's legs. And then she removed her
fingers, held Amanda's vagina open just a little bit, and pointed
Carl's penis right at Amanda's girl opening. Carl pushed forward
and his penis was rewarded with a tight little tube of the kind
he was used to thrusting into. Amanda was getting something about
the size of a little finger poking into her vagina. Carl and
Amanda both smiled. Sally gradually withdrew to one side, while
Carl kept poking in and out.

Amanda looked over at Sally and her eyes went wide. Sally guessed
she was surprised to see Sally out of the picture and still be
feeling good between the legs. She then looked up at Carl on top
of her poking in and out, and she laughed once. Carl stopped and
looked around. He too looked surprised to find Sally a couple
feet away, with his penis poking not into the grown-up's fingers
but right between Amanda's legs into her hole. He laughed too.
And with the two little kids smiling at each other, he began
poking in and out faster. As Sally watched with bated breath, the
smiles faded but the thrusting continued, strong and fast. And
then after a couple minutes Sally made a distinctive coo and
gasp. A few seconds later, Carl made a groan and sigh, slowed
down, and then slid out of Amanda and onto his side. The little
boy and girl looked at each other and smiled. With Amanda on her
back, Carl snuggled up against her side, both kids smiling.

Sally was delighted. As she went on to the next bed to snuggle a
couple kids, she kept an eye on Amanda and Carl. They fell asleep
snuggled together, both looking very content.

Oh, the possibilities... She explored Mary's vagina with her
little finger after getting her warm and happy with rubbing. Mary
liked it. And though he wasn't very bright, Carl could recognize
some patterns. When Sally got him to crawl up onto Mary, with
legs spread wide, he recognized something and smiled. And he
started mating, bringing his own penis up to the right place and
shoving without being prompted. Carl smiled. Mary smiled. And
Sally smiled.

When she got home that night, her fingers slid into her own
panties and she rubbed away, thinking of what she had seen. She
didn't usually do anything with her vagina when she pleasured
herself, but tonight she did. She slid her middle finger in and
out while she rubbed above with her other fingers. She had a nice
satisfying orgasm. Mmmm!

Peter liked Sally to rub his penis, and he got the idea of poking
in and out of fingers. When Amanda found Peter on top of her, she
kind of shoved him around until his penis was in roughly the
right place. But Sally still had to guide Peter through the final
steps of penetrating Amanda.

Mark liked to be rubbed, but he didn't get the idea of poking in
and out of Sally's fingers. But Sally had an idea. She had him
lie on his back and got his little penis stiff. Then she brought
Amanda over and showed her how to impale herself. And Amanda got
it! She took that little penis up inside herself, and then humped
up and down. Both kids smiled and then the smiles faded to sexy
pleasure as Amanda humped up and down faster. After a couple
minutes, Mark groaned and gasped, then Amanda gasped and groaned
before lying down on Mark. Unable to breathe well, he pushed her
off, but it was just a momentary displeasure. She snuggled up
against his side. After that experience, Mark got doing it on top
of a girl too.

The joy spread. Soon she had managed to get all twenty of her
charges so they could engage in sexual intercourse before falling
asleep snuggled up with a child of the opposite sex. They all had
pretty much simultaneous orgasms too. The one who was on the
bottom always came first, and then a few seconds later the one on
top who was moving came too.

But she had a problem -- she had 11 boys and 9 girls. She had a
case of musical vaginas. She became aware of a commotion as Mark
and Carl were tussling with each other on top of little Megan.
Sally intervened. It was time to take turns! Sally held Mark in
her arms while Carl humped away in Megan and they both came. Then
she gently extricated Carl and let Mark have his turn. Megan
looked momentarily confused but soon relaxed. Just before Mark
had his little orgasm Megan had a second one. Amanda did it a
second time with a little boy too.

Carl and Sam were her two most mellow boys, and she found that
after they had each done it to a girl, they could be put next to
each other and snuggle. They liked snuggling with a girl they had
just done it with better, but they were OK with each other.

Sally had done it!

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"This little girl from the retard class touched my privates!"

"That boy from the specials tried to climb on top of me! Three
times!"

Initially such reports were smoothed over, and the enterprising
children from the special class put in time outs. The
professional staff were perplexed.

But they also soon remarked on how much happier all the little
boys and girls in the low-functioning class seemed to be. Some
began understanding what the grown-ups said. Some began talking!

When she heard about one of her little boys trying to mount a
normal little girl, Sally bit her lip and decided to report what
she had done. She was prepared to be sent home in disgrace.

But the professionals were all very impressed and thought she had
been very ingenious. It was an experiment worth repeating. If it
worked, it would be worth reporting publicly so others could try
it. The place for the first experiment was the section of the
orphanage for ordinary kids. That worked! What about with older
kids?

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The professionals figured the private rooms in the infirmary were
a good place for the children to learn about this in pairs. They
planned a big, long day for the group, so everyone would know
about sex by nightfall. Still, they had their fingers crossed as
they began the first experiment. Big kids were different in so
many ways.

"So, now I've got just the two of you here... Bob, you like Jane
OK?"

Bob nodded.

"And Jane, you like Bob?"

"He's OK."

"You know about the private parts between your legs, right? And
how they're different?"

Both children nodded, looking suspicious and smirking.

"And you know that it's OK when you feel like playing with those
parts yourself."

Teacher Heather had started with these two in part because she
had observed each of them on several occasions masturbating in
bed. Usually adults would just tell kids to do it in private, but
in the big dormitory rooms there wasn't any privacy, so the staff
decided to skip over that restriction.

"Well, one thing we've found out is that there's a way you can do
that with each other that feels even better."

Both kids made sour faces.

"Only if you're interested. But I thought I'd see if you'd like
to try an experiment today. It really could turn out to be fun!
First, can you both take all your clothes off..."

The kids hesitated, but then began stripping. In the daily
routine of the orphanage the sexes were often briefly naked in
front of each other during bathing and dressing.

"Good... Now sit here on the bed facing each other... Spread your
legs... Good!"

"That wiener looks silly."

"You look sillier without one!"

"So, do you feel like playing with yourselves? It will be part of
the game."

Bob started caressing his little shaft, while Jane rubbed between
her legs. Neither paid the slightest attention to the other one.

"You're feeling warm and nice down there?" Heather asked Jane.

Jane smiled and nodded.

"Do you know about your vagina?" In response to her blank
expression, Heather said, "It's the special hole you have there
between your legs."

"Oh, that."

"Have you explored up inside with your finger?"

"Maybe a couple times."

"Try it again now. See how far in you can get it."

"It's kind of wet! But I didn't pee..."

"Oh, no, of course not. It's supposed to get wet when you're
feeling good like that. And it's not pee... Now try pushing your
finger in and out, over and over... Feel nice?"

Jane gave an uncertain smile. "Kind of."

"Now look at Bob."

Bob's penis was stiff and as long as the little thing got.
"That's stupid!" she said.

"No, no, that's just the way boys are."

Bob had removed his hand when the conversation turned to him.

"So, Bob, show Jane what feels really nice."

Bob shrugged and began sliding his fingers up and down his shaft.

"And Jane, move your finger in and out... Good..." She took a
deep breath. "So... the amazing thing, strange as it may seem, is
that you can do that with each other, because the parts fit!"

"Ewww!" said Jane.

"Yuck!" said Bob.

"It's something new to try, OK? If you don't like it you don't
have to do it... But try it this once, OK? ... Now, Jane, you lie
back, and Bob you crawl up on her like you were going to give her
a hug..."

Bob sighed and frowned. Jane frowned, but then giggled as she saw
and then felt the boy climbing up onto her.

"Right, now you put your wiener between her legs, right up
between them, closer... And you spread yourself open with your
fingers, Jane... Good... Now push forward, Bob... More.. even
more... It's going to go right up inside her, like her finger
was... Good."

"Ooooo!" said Jane. "That feels funny."

"Hmmm!" said Bob. "That's weird... but nice!"

"You can go in more than that," said the teacher.

"Really?" said Bob. "That's OK?" he said to Jane.

"Yeah, it's not just OK -- it feels nice!"

Bob weaseled his wiener in further. He got the in and out motion
without being told.

"So now you both feel good, right? You just keep doing that for a
while, Bob."

The boy and girl got relaxed, sexy expressions. They started
getting more intense...

After a couple minutes, Jane said, "Oooo, oooo, oooo, ooooo --
Aaaaahhhhh!"

A few seconds later, Bob gasped and held still.

"Good job! Now you can get down off her if you want, Bob."

Bob rolled to the side. Both children had big, happy smiles.

"Now, has either of you ever had a good feeling like that
before?"

They both shook their heads.

"So, what do you think of each other now? Do you feel like
hugging each other?"

They hugged on their sides facing each other and held the hug.
After a few seconds Jane pushed Bob onto his back and snuggled up
beside him.

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Jane pulled Luke in by the hand.

"Strip naked," commanded Jane as she quickly shed her own
clothes.

After a brief hesitation, Luke followed suit.

"Lie down, and now you rub your wiener up and down."

"Why?"

"Just do it. I have a plan for your wiener. You do that sometimes
and it feels good, right?"

"Yeah," said Luke suspiciously, but he rubbed.

Jane fluttered her fingers over her magic button, with the
sensations and the anticipation of Luke poking her both doing
their work.

Seeing that Luke's wiener was stiff, she said, "So now crawl up
on me like we were wrestling or something... More this way..."
She maneuvered his pelvis, and held herself open while she aimed
his wiener.

"Now, push... harder... harder..."

"Hey, that feels *good*!" said Luke.

"Good! Now go in and out, in and out... Like that."

A couple minutes later Jane felt the wonderful waves of pleasure,
and then Luke gasped and groaned. They smiled at each other and
relaxed in a hug. A teacher spied them and was pleased. But when
she came by 20 minutes later they were still hugging.

"That's nice you had a good time, but there are more boys and
girls who need to learn about this, so time to get up!"

Jane and Luke were too happy to complain as they got dressed and
went off to find more little boys and girls to initiate into the
club.

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Bob, as the male member of the first couple, had introduced Megan
to the mysteries of sex, with the same happy result. Now Megan
and Luke met while Heather watched. They lost no time getting
right to the copulation, both knowing what they wanted, and soon
there were matching boy and girl orgasms.

The plan worked. By bedtime on that big day every boy and girl
had done it at least once. Some wanted to do it again a third or
fourth time beyond what the teaching had required, but the
teachers discouraged them. Bedtime was the best time for sex,
they explained.

Instead of dragging their feet and delaying, the children were
eager to get to bed.

Alice crawled into bed with Megan and Bob, and Megan said, "Hey,
I was here first!"

"But I want it!" squawked Alice.

Heather moved in quickly. "You'll get it, Alice," said Heather
soothingly. "See Bill? Bill doesn't have anyone. Climb up with
Bill."

The kids didn't wait for permission -- no reason they had to, the
adults figured. They began screwing away. Heather thought it was
funny to see a half dozen little boy butts wiggling rhythmically
as they drove their little cocks in and out of the welcoming
little girl pussies below.

"Adam, hmmm, we have one more boy than girl... Just wait a moment
here."

Megan and Bob gasped and disengaged, and Heather brought Adam
over by the hand.

"Megan, would you let Adam do it to you too? He hasn't had a
turn."

"OK," said Megan with a happy, sleepy smile. Bob lay on his side,
looking on with mild interest.

In a couple minutes, right on schedule, Megan gave a little sigh,
and Adam gave a big one.

"So now, you three can snuggle, right? You boys can share? One on
each side of her... Good."

All three looked content, including Megan in the middle.

The dorm room was quiet in record time. Just over half the beds
were empty, and the others had pairs of children, except for the
one with the threesome.

The normal kids got better behaved, the little ones and the
bigger ones too. Their curiosity increased, and the teachers
could just seem them learning.

The plan was such a success that they tried it in other
orphanages and boarding schools. What about boys and girls who
lived at home and not in orphanages?

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Mr. and Mrs. White sat uneasily in the school counselor's office
of their local public elementary school. Their 7-year-old son
John was acting up in class, sassing back to the teachers, and he
had hit one of the other kids. And the first two "get well" plans
hadn't worked. The next step was a special ed class. The Whites
frowned as they considered this very unwelcome path their son was
on.

"However, there is a new experimental program that we could try
before the special ed class," said the counselor Mr. Hobbs.

"Yes?" said Mrs. White with a hopeful if somewhat desperate
smile.

"Would you consider adopting a foster child?"

The two parents looked surprised. Mr. White said, "John's already
too much to handle... We hardly need another kid, especially one
who's likely to have problems of his own."

"Yes, that's the way it's usually been. But there's a new program
that has been stunningly effective in putting our foster kids on
the path to excellent adjustment. We'll give you a girl who's
just John's age. Megan would be a good match."

"A girl! We don't have any other bedrooms!"

"That's OK," said Mr. Hobbs. "She'll share his bed."

"What?" said Mrs. White. "A girl and a boy can't even share the
same room. What about privacy, especially for her? And I don't
know about John, he's so out of control. Who knows what he might
do?"

"Oh, we have a pretty good idea what he'll do. Five minutes after
they meet, he'll give in to Megan's suggestions and he'll have
sexual intercourse with her. He'll love it, and so will she.
They'll do it at least once every night. John will be much better
behaved. Megan will be an angel, and she'll have a real family."

Mr. and Mrs. White looked at Mr. Hobbs, mouths agape. But they
checked it out. It was real. Megan moved in. She was a good
little girl and John became a good little boy.

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"I'm thinking about your penis," said Megan at the dinner table,
looking at Bob.

He smiled back. "I'm thinking about your vagina."

"Now, children!" said Mrs. White. "That's fine to think about,
but let's not talk about it at the dinner table."

The two were silent for a long moment, and then Megan started
giggling. Following her gaze, Mrs. White saw John's right index
finger sliding in and out of the curled fingers of his left hand.
Mrs. White looked at Mr. White with exasperation, but he shrugged
and then raised his eyebrows a couple times suggestively. Mrs.
White had an impulse to frown at him severely -- but then maybe
the two of them should do it a bit more often. She kept herself
in the mood in the evening, and at bedtime she snuggled up
against her husband. He got the hint and they were soon happily
screwing away, Mrs. White having a lovely little orgasm just
before Mr. White had his.

"Doesn't seem right when your 8-year-old son is getting a lot
more sex than you are," said Mr. White as he caught his breath
afterward.

"Or your 6-year-old daughter," said Mrs. White.

The parents tried setting rules about sex, but soon gave up.
Megan waited impatiently for John to get home from school, and
they immediately went into the bedroom for a quick fuck. What
Mrs. White heard from outside the door was giggling, laughter,
grunting, and gasps of pleasure.

The kids took their bath together and made sure to wash each
other clean. Once Mrs. White heard an unusual sloshing sound and
came in as John was taking Megan doggy-style in the tub.

"Hey, what about privacy!" said John, but he smiled
good-naturedly. Megan giggled.

"Uh, OK, but look how you're getting water all over the floor.
You gotta make sure you're not causing damage!"

"Oh, OK, sorry," said the pair, and they never made such a mess
again. With a regular sex partner, they were both really
remarkably reasonable and cooperative.

So on school days John's little penis poked insistently in and
out of little Megan's vagina after school, at bedtime, and once
in the morning, and other times when the fancy struck them. Every
time Megan had a lovely orgasm, followed shortly by John's. His
cock twitched rhythmically, but there wasn't yet anything to come
out.

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Lots of kids started having a lot of sex. Everyone wondered if
kids had always been like this. People thought probably not, but
there were no definitive studies from before to serve as a basis
of comparison. One thing they were pretty sure of was that in the
old days, some boys and girls had orgasms when they masturbated,
but no longer. Now, they had orgasms during sex -- boys and the
girls too, every time -- but only during sex. They liked
snuggling or sleeping together after the act was finished. Once
they had an orgasm they were satisfied and the desire rose as the
hours passed. But girls were willing to have sex again to help
another boy. Boys were willing too, and had virtually no
refractory period. Two minutes floppy time was plenty before they
were stiff and ready to go again. And part of boys' and girls'
kindness and cooperation gained from the new-found sex meant they
were willing to help another child. If a boy was tired he might
insist on lying on his back and making the girl do the work. But
mostly they all preferred the missionary position. Girl on her
back, legs spread wide, boy lying on her, legs spread over hers,
little cock poking in and out of little pussy until both were
satisfied.

It was pretty much "plug and play". Girls found they could be
satisfied by the least popular weird boys, and boys by the weird
or pudgy girls as well as by the prettiest ones. Sex built a bit
of lasting affection between the pair, but there was no jealousy.
As long as they had someone to have sex with every day or so,
they were happy.

Even full-blooded brothers and sisters helped each other out --
John and Megan were no exception. Incest was of no concern to the
little boys and girls.

And it was some surprise that with all this promiscuous
intercourse that there were no STDs, but there weren't.

One curiosity was that for all the enthusiasm the kids had for
it, they had no desire for the other sex. That still arose
gradually as part of puberty, later. But when some little kid of
the opposite sex convinced them to try it, they were sold.

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In New Oslo, Nebraska, the luck of the draw had produced 14 boys
of elementary school age and just the one 8-year-old girl Greta.
The revolution in child-rearing was slow to spread that far, and
the few people who read about it wryly observed that it wouldn't
work so well in their neck of the woods. But Sven on vacation
visited his relatives in Lincoln, where the neighbor girl Juanita
introduced him to the joys of sex. When he returned, he convinced
a reluctant Greta to try it out. She was an instant convert.
Greta seduced her brother Lars and the neighbor boy Johann, and
they both became her regular partners. Greta and Lars did it
morning and night, and she had an after-school visit with Johann
every day. Sven lived on a farm a bit out from the opposite end
of town. He only saw Greta at school, but she happily met him in
the bushes behind the school for a few minutes every day or two.
In cold weather, she was game for following him into the boys
room when no one else was around and letting him do her standing
up in the toilet stall.

Lars, Johann, and Sven talked about how fabulous sex was. Most of
the other boys thought it was a weird idea and didn't believe
them. The adventuresome Luke asked Greta if he could try this new
thing, but she declined. Greta was getting plenty of cock from
Lars, Johann and Sven -- maybe a little more than she wanted,
actually. She saw that her situation would not improve by
encouraging any other boys to do it to her, however pleasant any
individual encounter might be.

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The Changs answered the ad that the Morales family had placed,
and soon the plan came to fruition. They bought the two halves of
a two-family. The Changs had four girls and one small boy. The
Moraleses had four boys and one small girl. The sleepovers began.
Mostly the kids kept to their own family, as the cultures were
quite different. But at night, two Chang girls spent the night
with the Moraleses, and two Morales boys slept over at the
Changs. The youngest couple took turns between the houses.

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June Kramer had always known she would never marry, but she had
managed to conceive Brian from a one-night stand. And now he was
ten. Mother and son were very close.

Then Mary from school had introduced Brian to sex. But she wasn't
around to have sex with very often. There were no girls his age
nearby, and now Brian knew what he was missing. Where could he
find other girls to screw?

It was a problem.

But June had a vagina. Like most mothers, June had never thought
of her son that way, but could she?

She got herself aroused, then eased herself into his bed at 2am,
naked. With excitement she reached her hand down into his briefs.
She hadn't touched his organ since he was -- what, four?

Brian usually slept like a log, but the ministrations of her
fingers woke him up.

"Mom? What are you doing here?"

She gulped. "I know you miss Mary -- I have a vagina too, and I
bet it would do the trick. Maybe just think of it like an organ
that has nothing to do with me?" She turned away but arched her
back to present her pussy to him.

"Uh, I dunno mom."

"It's just an experiment. If it doesn't work we'll never do it
again... Come on up close behind me here..." She aimed his cock
at her slit.

He had no trouble figuring out the mechanics. His cock was small
but she could feel her pussy was tight around him. His grunting
and thrusting proved that in the moment, at least, the act was to
his liking.

In under a minute June was surprised by a little orgasm. Seconds
later, Brian gave the distinctive gasp of sexual climax and
withdrew onto his back.

"So, it was just an experiment," said June, easing out of bed on
the way back to her own.

"Yeah, OK," murmured Brian.

He didn't say anything in the morning (he rarely did anyway). So
she waited to see his reaction later.

Brian's bedtime was 10pm, and June was usually up until midnight.

As soon as she turned the light out, Brian came uncertainly into
her room.

"The experiment?" she said.

"Yeah."

"You wanna try it again?" she said softly.

Looking down, Brian nodded.

He stripped, and she did too. In the thirty seconds it took for
them to get into missionary position, her pussy got damp from the
prospect. And an organ the size of his didn't demand much
enlargement for the purpose at hand anyway.

He fucked her hard and fast and as deep as his member allowed.
Ah, her boy was growing up!

Two minutes after he started, she had an orgasm that seemed
almost to come out of nowhere. Seconds later Brian moaned amid a
flurry of thrusts, then slid off. He didn't go back to his own
bed, but snuggled against her.

He woke her in the middle of the night to fuck her again. And he
did her once more in the morning.

They slept together every night and he did her at least once. It
had all the expected beneficial effects on him, and she had to
admit it was very nice too. Mostly, of course, she was just
helping her son get what he wanted and needed. But it met a
primitive need of hers too.

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Yves' wife Vera was much less comfortable discussing the facts of
life than he was. So it was no surprise when 12-year-old Jill
came to him instead of her mother. She had been having sex for
years, and when her periods started a few months back, they had
promptly gotten her an IUD.

"Dad, I don't want to do it with Fred any more. I like it with
Will so much better!"

Yves had heard about this. "That's normal. I think that just
means you're growing up. Sex starts being more like it was in the
old days. Girls usually just want one boy. And they want a boy
who will be true to them. And you get more picky, caring about
their looks and personality and character -- stuff like that."

"Really? I guess they told us that at some point, but I didn't
think it would ever happen to me."

"Well, you follow your own desires. Have sex if you want, and
don't if you don't. But you should practice saying no, even
though you've been saying yes for years. The boys have to learn
to get used to it too. They mostly mature a little later, but in
a couple years they'll understand more."

"And then they won't want to do it any more?"

"Uh, no. They'll get the jealousy part and won't want you to do
it with anyone else. But they'll still want to have sex with as
many girls as they can." He laughed.

"That's hardly fair!"

"I exaggerate just a little bit. But girls don't have to do what
they say. Guys can want whatever they want, but they only get it
if the girls say yes."

Jill hesitated. "The boy I really want to do it with is Dave.
He'd do it to me, but somehow I'm nervous about asking."

"That's a good reason to hesitate. Yeah, he'd probably do it to
you, but with no more personal touch than he'd have used when he
was 6."

She sighed. "Right, like they always do. And like I used to too."
She looked confused.

"But you're growing up! Yeah, when you start feeling that way
about a boy, probably best NOT to do it with him. Kids start
getting more restless, too."

"Yeah, like sometimes I don't want to stay and snuggle. I just
want to go home. Or get him to leave. Fred."

"All normal. A lot of girls stop doing it completely, at least
for a few years, until they find the right guy."

"Wow. Amazing."

"And you might try masturbating. You might be able to have an
orgasm on your own now."

"Really? Neat! I'll try that. And, uh... How can I get Dave to
like me? You know, in the right way?"

Yves smiled. "Your mother is likely to be more help on that than
I am."

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Six-year-old Jason adjusted the front of his pants while his
mother Alice changed little Anne's diaper.

"Mom, when can I do it to Annie?"

"Not for a long time, Jason. Maybe never." Annie was nine months
old.

"Why not? She'd like it."

"Yes, I know she would, but it's not fair to get babies
interested too soon. The experts all say that. If nothing else,
you want to wait 'til she's toilet trained so she doesn't mess up
the bed."

"Oh."

Alice didn't mention that it would be possible to put a diaper
back on after the little baby was happily drowsing off after her
orgasm. She'd read about it.

"So when she's like three?"

"No, not then either. Or at least, we'll see."

He'd be what, then... Eight? In the old days she might have said
that his penis would be too big for her, but they'd discovered
that modern girls stretched to accommodate just about any size
penis from a young age.

"But her little pussy is right there. I know it's right there
inside the flaps. It would feel so good!"

"I'm sure it would. But you have Alison and Tara, right? One of
them is always available for you."

"Yeah, I guess. But to see little Annie like that..." Jason
sighed and tugged at the front of his shorts again.

"Here's an idea. From now on I'll take her in to her changing
table in her room every time and shut the door, so you don't
see."

"Well, OK, I guess." He tugged more at his crotch. The bulge of
his erection was apparent.

"Listen, why don't you go next door to Alison's. Say it's kind of
an emergency and ask if you could do it right now. As an extra.
You've done her at odd times too, right?"

"Yeah, I have. I guess I could." He smiled, gazing off into
space. "I guess I will."

The plan worked. Jason stayed away from his little sister when
she was naked, and didn't let her snuggle with him so much when
they were on the living room sofa.

But when she turned three and a half, it was time. His was the
first cock that slid into her pussy, gently stretching it out.
And like any healthy young girl, she got the idea right away and
wanted regular sex. Jason was her natural partner, but he had a
regular sleepover deal with Alison. They started by telling Annie
she could have her turn first thing in the morning. But she
quickly started barging in on Jason and Alison at the crack of
dawn when they were sleeping at their house, and whined at her
parents' bedside when they were at Alison's, also at the crack of
dawn.

The better plan was to let her accept the wonder of her big
brother's cock at bedtime. Annie's nominal bedtime had been at
7:30, but they had allowed extra time so she'd really stay in bed
by 8pm. When she knew that bed meant sex, she was getting into
bed at 7:15 and calling for Jason. They moved her bedtime back to
8pm and said she had to wait until the 8 showed on the clock
before she could bother him.

At 8pm sharp every night, Jason joined little Annie in her bed,
fucked her soundly, helped the sleepy girl pull her nightgown
down again, and lay in bed while she snuggled against him for ten
minutes. That was always enough for her to fall asleep. At that
point he was free to extricate himself and continue with his
evening plans before he fell into bed at last with Alison at
10pm. He also fucked her soundly and with enthusiasm, and they
fell asleep happily in each other's arms.

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Chapter 2

Sam Stevens had been looking for just such a position. School
teacher at a town in Alaska, way out in the sticks. A dreary
mining community, surrounded by mine tailings. Inescapable
sunlight 5 months of the year, and unending darkness the opposite
5 months. Why would he want to go to such a place?

Girls.

There had been just 10 kids of school age. The school teacher had
been a miner's wife. There were 7 girls and 3 boys, and like in
most communities the kids had been introduced to sex and took to
it hungrily. But then the miner had moved away, along with his
wife the schoolteacher -- and as it happened the three boys were
their sons.

Girls. They now had 7 girls who had all been introduced to sex
and wanted more. Officially they were in need of education. Mr.
Stevens had been to college, and he'd do as a teacher. But the
girls had a stronger unofficial need for physical education --
physical attention -- a stiff cock thrusting in and out of their
little pussies on a regular basis.

The Skype conversation with Mary Salvucci, the chair of the
school board, had included this exchange:

"You understand that as of now these girls present a discipline
problem."

"Ah, yes. I can see that might happen. They miss their teacher."

"Yes, and the pupils who left -- her sons, the boys -- they had a
positive influence."

"Things are more harmonious when boys and girls are educated
together, they say."

"But there will be no boys."

"I can provide the male presence that is desired."

"Boys are the key. Having a male around, yes, I guess that might
help some."

"I know I can do more than that."

The woman on the screen curled her lip in distaste and sighed.
But she said, "I guess that's what we were hoping for."

"I am prepared to use the most modern methods for ensuring order
in a classroom."

The woman nodded, the sour expression slow to leave her face.
"What attracted you to this position, Mr. Stevens?"

"I wanted to help make the world a better place, and find a place
to teach that really needed me -- where I could make a
difference. Your community might have trouble attracting a
high-quality teacher."

"Tell me about it... And you say you are prepared to waive your
salary if we provide you with housing?"

"That's right. As I said, I wanted to make the world a better
place. And, well, I do like girls."

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The little plane bounced to a stop on a mid-April afternoon. A
pickup was waiting at the airstrip, at the wheel a rough-looking
man. The pilot hauled Sam's suitcases out and put them on the
dirt. Sam put them in the back of the pickup and climbed into the
cab.

"Hey, you look like a teacher. At least not a miner. I'm Bill.
Bill Salvucci. My wife and I are the school board."

"Pleased to meet you."

Bill started driving. "Our girl Katy is driving us crazy. Ever
since the boys left. Then we had a crazy argument. She says I got
a dick and why don't I stick it in her. If I don't I'm a mean
daddy. Jesus! She's just 9. What guy could pull that off,
especially with his own daughter? Mary smacked her the second
time she said that. My pal Fred said maybe he could pull it off
with a couple of the older ones, but his wife would kill him. So
we got you." He took a couple seconds to look him up and down as
the truck bumped over the rutted road into town. "Our local
pervert."

Sam opened his mouth to speak and then shut it again.

"I mean, no problem. The girls need it. You'll be providing a
'service' for them. You sure you can really do the job with
little girls like that? The youngest is five."

"I am confident I can," said Sam.

"Well, I hope so, weird as it seems. It takes all kinds."

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The "schoolhouse" was half of a 2-bedroom duplex. His living
quarters were the other half. It would be a short commute.

When Bill cut the engine Sam could hear bedlam from the school --
loud talking, laughter, loud thuds that sounded like someone
jumping up and down, and occasional screaming.

Bill took one of Sam's cases and led him up onto the porch. "It's
mostly a babysitting service since the boys left," he said
softly. "Mary says her goal is to keep them from getting any
serious injuries. Well, see you later."

Sam's apartment was furnished and free of junk, at least, though
it was none too clean. There were dishes and food staples.

Sam took a quick shower and put on a button shirt and some cords
before going over to meet the class.

When he let himself in there was excited chatter as the girls
looked him over.

The teacher said, "Oh, Mr. Stevens. At last!" She turned to the
students and said, "Class, this is your new teacher, Mr.
Stevens."

"Hello class!"

"Hello Mr. Stevens!"

"And now, I'll be on my way. Remember Mrs. Stevens is your
teacher, and you should respect him and do what he says!" And
with that, Mrs. Salvucci beat a hasty retreat.

Sam stood. The girls stood in a clump facing him, a few sitting
on the big work table in the middle of the room.

"So!" said Sam. "Why don't we start by you going around and
telling me your names and ages."

As the girls did, he concentrated on the names so he'd hopefully
remember them. But he also checked the girls out. Would he be
able to give these girls what they wanted? Oh, yes! Yes, indeed!
Some were prettier than others, some smarter, and some more
polite. But every one of them looked hot and sexy.

"Very good! Thank you." He wondered what to do next.

The youngest girl, 5-year-old Alison, filled the conversational
space by popping the question: "Are you gonna stick your penis in
our vaginas? Like the boys did?"

The biggest girl said, "Alison! That's not polite! And we never
had sex in school, anyway."

"My mom says men never do it to little girls because they don't
think we're worth it or something," said another.

"My dad says men can't do it to girls," chimed in another.

Alison spoke again. "I've seen my dad's penis. It's big. I don't
think it would fit even if he wanted to. Mr. Stevens, do you have
a big penis?"

This certainly was a strange conversation for any school he'd
ever attended or visited. "Girls, girls!" he said, but the
chatter continued.

"We all miss boy penis. We miss it so much!"

"The in and out and in and out, and then that good feeling!"

"It makes us calm and smart too."

"Yeah, how can we be calm and smart without any boys?"

"Ahem!" said Sam to get their attention. "I think I might be able
to help you with that."

"He's just saying that."

"Yeah, you're just being a dumb grown-up."

He raised his voice. "I will be able to help!"

"Liar!"

"Prove it!"

"You want me to prove it -- now?"

"Why not?" jeered 9-year-old Katy, the Salvuccis' girl.

"Quiet!" he said in a loud voice. They really were quite rude! He
figured they all deserved a sound spanking, but that had lost
favor some years ago. The new method would be better -- and more
fun for all of them. He approached Emma, the biggest and oldest
girl, aged 12. He put his hands on her shoulders and looked down
at her.

"Emma, do you really miss a penis in your vagina?"

"Yes!" She looked defiant.

"You want it? I'll stick mine in you right now if you want."

"Really?" she said, looking excited but also confused. "With
everyone watching?"

"Sure, why not? They don't believe I can, and seeing is
believing."

The room was alive with gasps and twitters.

"Uh, where?"

"How about right on the table there? Lie back with your, um,
vagina right at the edge."

"You're the teacher, and you're asking me to show you my vagina?"

"Only if you're interested in getting a penis stuck into it."

"Oh, I am! I really am!... OK."

Dress hitched up, panties came down, and Emma lay back on the
edge of the table, legs spread wide.

Sam hesitated. Was he really going to do this?

The girls pounced on his hesitation. "Ha! He won't do it! You
called his bluff!"

Sam kicked off his shoes, pulled his pants down, and finally
removed his briefs too. His 6-inch cock was very stiff after all
the hot talk, and especially hard with Emma's vagina on display,
ready for the taking.

"Oh! ... Oh, wow! ... Hmmm... He's gonna do it! ..." came
comments from the girls.

"Don't hurt me," said a suddenly pale Emma as he approached her
pussy with a stiff cock that was presumably a lot bigger than any
of the boy cocks that had penetrated her before.

"Wouldn't dream of it," he said, spreading her lips with one hand
and nestling the cock tip in with the other. He pushed, and her
pussy gave way slowly but smoothly. It gave his cock a hot, slick
embrace.

All the girls were looking on intently, and the excited
chattering continued.

"Girls!" said Sam. "Please be quiet for this."

The girls kept chattering.

"Hey!" he yelled, getting momentary calm. "If you want your turn,
you'd better be good girls! And the first thing that means is
keeping quiet."

The girls quieted roughly in order from oldest to youngest, as
the implication sank in.

Emma had short brown hair and a pretty, round face. What her
chest was like exactly wasn't clear, as her dress still covered
it. There would be time to find out about that later. But her
thighs were smooth, there was just the faintest down on her girl
mound, and her girlish pussy lips hugged his cock as it shoved in
and out. He concentrated hard on the shoving part, because his
cock kept getting deeper and deeper. He wanted to get it in all
the way, and it looked like Emma's pussy was going to give him
his wish.

Finally he felt the deep end of her pussy just as his pubic bone
pressed firmly against hers.

"Wow!" said Emma with a deep sigh.

Sam then began to thrust hard. Twenty strokes later, Emma cried
out, "Oh, oh, yes!"

He was on the edge anyway, cock buried in a young girl's pussy
for the first time in his life, the pussy giving him a tight,
wet, and amazingly erotic hug. And there was an extra surge
brought on my Emma's orgasm.

All the forces came together to produce a mind-blowing climax.
"Oh, yes! Fuck, yes!" cried Sam. His cock twitched and unloaded
glob after glob of sperm way up inside Emma.

Slowly he re-oriented himself to his surroundings. A 12-year-old
was on her back on a table, he was standing right at the edge,
and his cock was buried deep in her pussy. And he was in a
classroom, with 6 other girls watching intently! But...
everything was OK!

He eased back and his cock slithered out. Six girls looked at his
shrinking member. Emma was still staring off into space.

"So, Emma, was that what you wanted?" he asked.

"Oh, God, yes!"

"As good as one of those boys?"

"It was better! Way better!"

Katy started to speak, but then clamped her hand over her mouth.
Instead, she raised her hand.

"Yes, Katy," said Sam.

"That's fine for Emma, but she's a big girl. What about the
little kids? Or me? Our vaginas aren't so big."

Emma recovered enough to sit up, then ease herself onto her feet
and make herself decent again.

"How about you, Alison?" said Sam. "Would you like a penis in
your vagina?"

"Sure would! If it fits..."

"Lie back the same way Emma did, OK?"

"OK," said Alison, a bit uncertainly. But she lay back and
exposed her pussy, legs spread wide.

Sam's cock pulsed to stiffness again as he looked at what was
presented. She was a much smaller girl, with a much smaller slit.
But he wanted to get it into her. He wanted it in the worst way.
And they said it would fit. He was going to find out. His tip
spread her lips, and then he began burrowing in. She was even
tighter than Emma, naturally, but millimeter by millimeter he
kept pressing in and opening her up.

"Oh, wow!" said Alison, with a bright smile.

"Are you OK?" asked Emma.

"Yeah, oh yeah, really OK!" said Alison. "It is so big and so
nice!"

Sam didn't get his cock in all the way, but he got in a few
inches, and then he began copulating vigorously with the little
5-year-old. In under a minute she squeaked and convulsed. Sam
felt a surge of extra pleasure when she came, but it wasn't
enough to make him come. He'd just come less than a half hour
before. He kept pounding, and the little girl came again!

"Uh, maybe she's had enough?" offered Emma quietly.

"Are you happy, Alison? Have you had enough?" asked Sam.

The little girl gave a dazed, happy nod.

It was part of his male nature to ejaculate before pulling out of
a pussy. But in this case there were other hot and eager pussies
available. Sam pulled out, hard and ready to go... "I bet I can
do you all, at this rate," he said. "How about... Katy?" A little
voice in the back of his head told him that keeping the daughter
of the school board happy was a wise move.

Katy lost her jeans and panties in record time, and Sam eased his
slick cock into the medium-sized girl. She gave him an especially
hot embrace with her vagina, and her eyes told just how much she
wanted it. Sam looked around. The biggest girl's vagina was
swimming with his sperm, the littlest girl was in afterglow, he
was fucking a medium-sized girl -- and there were four more who
were just itching to pull their panties down and get him to stuff
them full of teacherly cock. It was so exciting that as Katy
seized up with her third orgasm, her little surge of excitement
made him ejaculate too -- oh, the pleasure of it!

It took him just ten minutes to get stiff again, and then he
plunged into 10-year-old Molly. After she shouted out her
pleasure in two orgasms, he slid out of her and went at
9-year-old Lucy. She had just one orgasm before his stiff cock
made its exit. Next was 6-year-old Meredith. She climaxed twice
before he pulled out.

His last conquest was 7-year-old Tara. Tara made him nervous
because she was both gorgeous and the quietest of the bunch.
Brown hair, brown eyes, and the features so perfect, her smile
amazing. She spread her legs as eagerly as any of the others, and
he gave her what she wanted, but he somehow felt a little
off-kilter about it. He watched intently as she had one orgasm,
and then another. Her face in its vulnerable orgasmic openness
was just as appealing in its way as her usual beauty. The surge
of pleasure she relayed to him with her third sent him over the
edge, and it was the sweetest and most intense orgasm of his
life. Reluctantly he slid out, watching the pretty girl's pretty
pussy close up tight as his cock tip drew away.

They all realized they had forgotten the noon lunch time -- it
was 1:37 when the kids broke into their sandwiches. There was an
extra brown-bag lunch. He figured Mrs. Salvucci had probably
brought it and left it behind, and Sam figured it was his now.
All that fucking made him hungry!

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One of the bedrooms of the 3-room schoolhouse condo served as
Sam's office. He had the girls in one at a time for individual
conferences.

Sam looked over 9-year-old Lucy's homework. It was very nicely
done. Lucy hadn't maybe been born the sharpest knife in the
drawer, but she tried hard now. She did all the work. And she was
learning. Here she was in front of him, blond hair washed and
combed, face scrubbed clean, a red bow in her hair, with a pretty
green dress and knee socks.

"Good girl!" said Sam. "You've earned your reward. What would you
like... the usual?"

Lucy nodded eagerly.

"Well, see if you can get things ready."

Sam opened his robe to reveal his male equipment, the penis now
soft and flaccid.

Lucy was not discouraged. She knelt and eyed his cock adoringly
while her fingers lightly caressed it. She began kissing it and
giving it little licks. "Oh, Mr. Penis... my vagina is hot and
wet and empty, and she'd really, really like it if you got hard
and stiff so you could fill her up. Especially way in deep. She
loves to get it way in deep, when you're strong and big. Oooo,
you're growing! You'd have fun too, maybe." The caressing, the
kisses and licks, and the sexy monologue had the desired effect.

Lucy admired the stiff organ, then lay back on the sofa and
hitched her dress up around her tummy. She looked at Sam with
pleading eyes.

These girls would tolerate some foreplay if he suggested it, but
it was for his sake. What they wanted was the simple, ancient
pattern. Cock in pussy. Not just a little, but in deep. In deep
and hard. Delivering sperm.

Sam lowered himself on the lovely girl, aimed his stiff cock, and
pressed his tip inside. She smiled. He pressed it in harder, and
she smiled more. He jammed his cock in all the way, and she
relaxed with a satisfied grin.

He then began pumping his cock in and out. The faster he pumped,
the more she sighed. The deeper he pressed, the more she cooed.
The longer his strokes, the more her eyes glowed as she looked at
him with adoration.

And so Sam did what she wanted and fucked her as hard and fast
and deep as he could, which, not coincidentally, was what he
wanted more than anything. It was inconvenient for most people to
get aerobic exercise in Alaska in winter. He got it by fucking
little girl pussy.

After a minute, she shuddered and moaned. He felt the physical
surge of pleasure that a girl's orgasm always brought, but it
didn't bring him off. He'd already done Katy and Alison in the
morning during their individual student conferences, and tucked
little globs of sperm way up inside each of them. A third
ejaculation would take a bit more concentration and effort. The
girls got satisfaction and contentment from orgasms brought on
just by his deep penetration. But getting a little blob of his
manly goop way up inside was like a cherry on top of a sundae.
They could feel it. He liked his girls to be happy, and he had
his own primitive desire to seed every girl if he could. The
clean hair and face and the pretty dress all helped.

"Oh, Lucy, you're so fucking hot," he murmured. "I'm gonna fuck
your pussy 'til it starts smoking from the heat... I'm gonna fuck
it so hard... I'm gonna shove my cock up til it comes out your
throat. Oh, what a cunt, God, you make me go crazy, shit..." he
growled.

Lucy laughed and smiled. Like all the girls, she understood that
all the naughty words and naughty thoughts and growling meant he
was having a lot of fun himself and wasn't just doing her a favor
or something.

Sam was panting like crazy between grunts. Lucy reached her third
orgasm and moaned, and her pleasure sent him over the top. He
pressed his cock impossibly deep and his mind swam with pleasure
as his bulging cock tip delivered a few curds of sperm.

"Sounds like Lucy did her homework," he faintly heard Liz say
from the main room.

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"Mommy?" asked Tara.

Tara Ridgeway looked at her child. She'd always been exceptional,
and it wasn't just her pride as her mama that made her say that.
Tara was kind, she was pretty, and she was smart.

"Yes, my love?"

"It's Mr. Stevens. He makes me feel funny."

"Oh? Is he doing something you don't like?"

"No, well, kind of. He runs his hands all over me. He kisses me
on the lips, and the way he looks into my eyes..."

"You're his favorite. You're lucky. The other girls are jealous.
Doesn't he poke your vagina more than the other girls? Didn't you
say that?"

"Yeah, he does. And I love that. I just love to get it from him.
And I guess he gives me sperm more than any of the other girls."

"And you love that, right?"

"Yeah! But... the kissing, I dunno. It's like I don't understand.
When he's fucking away in me, that I understand and love. I love
getting it, and he loves giving it, and it's wonderful. But...
why does he look at me like that?"

"Oh, well, you know how men and women love each other, like in TV
shows and stories and songs?"

"Yeah, of course."

"He loves you that way. And he knows you don't love him that way,
but he still enjoys it. And he's so nice to you all -- and you
especially -- it's a way you can pay him back."

"Well, OK..." Tara sighed.

Hearing the sigh, her mother thought it wasn't totally OK. She
thought it over at odd moments for a couple days.

She had come to town with her miner husband and taken a job at
the mine office. But they'd gotten divorced years ago. He started
drinking and then hitting her. With the divorce he'd left town
and she stayed. Tara didn't remember him. That was all old news.
But Tara's mother was especially thankful for her near perfection
given the not-so-great family history.

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She knocked on Mr. Stevens' door.

"Oh, Mrs. Ridgeway, nice to see you. What can I do for you?"

"It's about Tara."

"She's OK, I hope?" said Mr. Stevens, alarmed.

"Oh yes, nothing like that."

"Oh, phew."

"You like her a lot. More than the others."

"It's true," said Sam, staring off into space. "I'm afraid I'm in
love with her. She'd be happiest if I'd just have sex with her, I
know. But... I want more. I hope she's not complaining?"

"Well, she is, a little."

"Oh," said Mr. Stevens, his face falling. "Oh, dear. Does she --
do I -- seem dumb, or not cool?"

"She likes you just fine. But you love her, and she's just not at
the age to love anyone that way."

"Yeah, I know."

"And she's sensitive, you know. She can tell that those kisses
you give her mean something else to you and she doesn't get it.
And it makes her uncomfortable."

"Oh," said Mr. Stevens. "So... so I should stop?" He sighed. "If
I'd thought five years ago I'd be having sex with seven girls,
several times a day, all of whom love it and would like even more
if I had the stamina for it, I'd have thought I was in heaven.
And I am, in a way."

Mrs. Ridgeway smiled. "But you want love too. Nothing wrong with
that. And I can tell you can't love a grown woman -- the kind of
partner who would love you back."

"Yeah, it's really inconvenient." He gave a bitter laugh.

"I've got an idea. What would you think of having sleepovers with
Tara?"

"Sleepovers?"

"You come to our place a few nights a week and sleep with her in
her bed. And you can appreciate her plenty extra, but as long as
she's asleep she doesn't have to know about it."

"Oh, really? That might be possible?" His face reminded Mrs.
Ridgeway of an eager puppy.

She nodded.

"And I could fall asleep with her, nestled against her back."

Mrs. Ridgeway smiled.

"But... but what if I just got this overwhelming desire to make
love to her? That could be frustrating."

"You know how she is -- how all the girls are. I bet she'd be
happy to wake up to get it another time."

"I guess you're right!" he said with a laugh. "But would she be
up for it?"

"I'm pretty sure."

"Great!"

"There's just one favor I'd like to ask."

"Yes?"

"I always wanted another child or two. I know you wouldn't be
attracted to me, but I'd love for you to be the daddy."

"Oh! That sounds interesting. I've always wanted to be a daddy."

"You could maybe ejaculate outside of a girl some time and give
the stuff to me to use?"

"Oh, for that I'd be happy to do it the natural way. I don't have
anything against adult vaginas."

"It would just be a few times each month, and hopefully it
wouldn't take many."

"I think it could work just fine."

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Sam lay with Tara in their bed, both of them naked. Tara was
sleeping, and Sam was just looking, feasting his eyes on her,
caressing her hair. She was just so beautiful. But also so
sexy... His cock had been busy that day already, satisfying three
of his pupils at school. But here it was again, straining and
stiff as he beheld the gorgeous girl. His eyes focused on the
little hairless mound. He gently slid her left leg out to the
side and began caressing her slit with his fingers. Then he began
pressing rhythmically, over and over, right on the spot that
mattered. Tara stirred once, then again. Then she wriggled her
hips, lay still, and finally opened an eye.

"Hi, Tara, my sweet. Would you mind too much if I stuck it in you
again? You're so sexy..."

She smiled. "Course not, silly. I love how it feels."

Sam mounted his girl as she spread her legs wide, and his cock
nudged those hairless lips apart as it found the opening to her
tunnel. He shoved, and her pussy opened to accept him, and he saw
her smile.

When he had stuffed her all the way, the smile got wider. "Oh,
that's so nice. Your cock is just so big and nice and wonderful,
right there. Can you fuck me, please?" She laughed. "I guess you
always do."

Sam fucked hard, watching the pleasure build on his girl's face.
Then she came, with a shudder. He was planning to pull out, but
she was so sexy that he fucked her for another minute until she
came again. He'd love to come in her pussy, but he had a promise
to keep.

"G'night, my love," he whispered as he pulled out.

"G'night," murmured the post-orgasmic 8-year-old. He counted to
ten, and she was asleep.

He quietly rose from bed, holding his stiff cock in one hand. In
the next bedroom down the wall was his 3-month-old daughter Amy,
asleep in her crib. He looked at her innocent sleepy face and saw
the barely perceptible rise and fall of her chest.

In the next bedroom an adult form was on its side in bed, facing
the wall. Mrs. Ridgeway and Tara had moved in with him. It saved
her money, and it was nice to have a woman keeping house.

"Hi, daddy," said a little voice. "My pussy is lonely. Can your
boy thingy come in for a visit?"

"Sure thing, muffin," he said, lifting the sheet to reveal an
adult-sized rear end. His cock was stiff, he found the opening
and he slid in.

"Tanks, daddy. You're such a good daddy."

Sam fucked away, eyes closed, images of Tara filling his mind.

"Daddy, could we be really naughty?"

"Hmm. How, cupcake?"

The voice changed to a whisper. "Could you make piddle in my
pussy?" She giggled.

Sam grinned, then lunged hard, ten times, and then held himself
deep as he ejaculated. "There you go, I'm all piddled out." Maybe
that would start a second child.

"Tanks, daddy. Good daddy!"

He withdrew his cock.

"G'night, precious," he said, and rose and headed down the hall
to Tara's room. He eased himself into bed behind her and enfolded
her in his arms, first drawing a light sheet over the two of
them. He fell asleep, thinking everything was right with the
world.


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Chapter 3


Why I Love My Teacher
by Meredith Goudreau

My teacher wears funny clothes that are worn out in places. He
sometimes doesn't shave or remember to comb his hair. Sometimes
he makes jokes that I don't get. Sometimes he explains things
that any kid my age knows and he must think I'm pretty stupid.
Other times he says things that make no sense to me at all and
acts disappointed when I don't get it.

But he listens when I talk and he doesn't laugh at me. If the
work he gives me is too easy then next time he makes it harder,
and if it's too hard next time he makes it easier. But he knows
if I just pretend it's too hard, so I can't get away with that.
When I get something in math I can tell by his face that he's
really happy. He really wants me to learn new things. He's not
just pretending the way grown-ups do a lot.

The part of me that loves him most of all is in my panties. Or
it's the part of my brain that's connected to that part. I still
remember a little bit when I first found out how much fun it was
when a boy stuck his penis in my vagina. He was just a year
older. He came over to my house after school sometimes and we did
it in my bedroom. Sometimes I went to his house instead. And his
big brothers did it to me too now and then and I liked that a lot
too. I didn't realize how much I liked it until all the boys
moved away. It's not just that I really missed those feelings. I
felt like I was dumber. Things other girls did bothered me. And
they missed it too and were cranky too, so we'd get into
arguments and sometimes hair-pulling fights. We tried sticking
our fingers in our vaginas but that didn't work. We tried the
most penis-like things we could stick in there but nothing
worked. It would start to feel good if we rubbed ourselves down
there, but we could never finish so we wished we'd never started.

I knew men have penises too, but they weren't for girls. Two
girls said their dads got mad when they asked if he could make
them happy with his penis, so I didn't ask mine. Other girls said
men penises were too big.

Then my new teacher arrived. On the first day all of us cranky
girls gave him a hard time. We were testing him. And we said we
needed penis, and he said he could do that, and the girls said he
was a liar. So he pulled his pants down right there and showed
us. He had a big penis. It was even more bigger than his body is
bigger than the boys. And it stuck straight out and it was hairy
there where it stuck out from. But it was wonderful. My vagina
got warm just looking at it. And then he stuck it in the biggest
girl, right on the table with all of us watching! My vagina got
warmer and warmer. After he'd finished making her happy, he stuck
it in the smallest girl, and it fit fine in her too, and then one
by one in each one of us. And every girl loved it so much and
finished. I was kind of dizzy when I finally got to pull my
panties down and lie on the table and he stuck it in me. It was
big but my vagina opened right up and it felt better than
anything. I got that special good feeling I hadn't had for many
weeks.

So then we girls all behaved better and started learning things.
But he doesn't do it in the main room any more, but in his office
one at a time. He says we wouldn't concentrate on our work if we
saw his thing diving in and out of another girl's vagina. I think
he's right.

There's only seven of us girls and we're all different ages, so
he has different things to teach each of us. He goes around the
room, talking to us one by one. I'm always aware of that bulge in
his pants where his penis is. Even when it's not long and stiff
it's big enough to make a bulge there.

And the best times of all are when I get invited into his office
for a private conference. We talk about stuff and he looks at my
work, but he always lets me pull my panties down and lie back on
the couch. And he gets naked down below and there is that penis.
Usually it's already hard and stiff, but if it's not, I get to
kiss it a little until it is.

I open my legs wide so he can get it to my vagina easily, and I
feel his big, strong body get real close to me, his big thighs
over my little ones. Then the big, hot wonderful thing kisses me
right on my girl lips before it slides in. I love the moment when
I feel it stretching my vagina really wide open as it starts in.
My vagina gets wet so it goes in easier, and then he presses
harder and harder and it goes in more and more. Somehow there's
room down there inside my lower tummy for his whole penis to fit
in. And then he starts that motion, that wonderful motion. In and
out, in and out. My vagina hugs him tight and loves how it feels
going in and how it feels going out, and even how it feels if he
stops and holds it still. And out near the air where it first
goes in, it feels even better there. There's so much good
feelings I can't keep them all in my vagina and they spill out to
my bottom and my thighs and my tummy, more and more, until it
gets to my head, and inside my head. In and out the big hard
thing goes, fast and deep. And then finally it all breaks in a
huge wave of happy, over and over again. From vagina to brain and
back, and down to every toe and every finger. If I open my eyes I
see him smiling at me, and I just know he's happy to make me
happy.

And what makes it better is that he likes making me happy so
much. He says he'd love doing that thing to me even if it was no
more fun for me than homework. He smiles and gasps when he sticks
it into me, and he says he gets all the same sort of good
feelings. He works hard to force his penis up into me over and
over. My vagina is tight so it's hard work and he pants, but he
loves doing that work more than anything. He gets it in all the
way and he says he'd make it go in even further if it was even
longer than it is.

After I've had my wonderful explosion of happy he pulls his penis
out. I love having his penis in me, but I know he has other girls
to help out, and there are other things I like to do in life too.
I just give it a goodbye hug with my vagina and am thankful my
teacher will make it come for another tight and deep visit soon.

Other times he goes right on pushing it in and out, and I start
getting those good feelings again, that keep growing and growing
until it happens again. Once I lost count but he said it was five
times that I got that wonderful feeling. But usually three is the
most.

Sometimes he doesn't just pull his penis out. Sometimes, just a
couple seconds after I have my wonderful feeling, his penis gets
just a little bit bigger and he gets it in deeper than any other
time and he makes a big noise like a groan or a shout, and he
gets a good feeling too. And I can feel stuff shooting out the
end of his penis, way up there in my tummy. That's the best time
of all.

That stuff that shoots out, it's not pee. It's warm and nice and
magical. When he's given me that stuff, then off and on for hours
after it I stick my finger up my vagina and pull it out and sniff
it because it has such a magic smell. Boys don't make that stuff,
just men make it. And what it's really for is starting babies if
he was doing it to a grown-up woman. But he likes doing sex to my
body so much he's sometimes willing to give it to me. It's
magical man goo.

Even if I haven't done my homework, he'll do it to me and let me
get happy, because he says I'm a good person even if I don't. And
when he says that it makes me want to try even harder to make
sure I do my homework. When I have done a good job, then he's
more likely to stay inside and give me those great happy feelings
two or three times instead of just once. And he's more likely to
spurt out the magic man goo. I know the real names for those
things, but I'd rather call it magical man goo and call them
great happy feelings. There are lots of dirty names I like even
better but I can't write them here.

He's nice to the other girls too and does it to them too. We all
get enough penis pokes to keep us happy and smart and nice. I
love my teacher.

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It easily won first prize in the Alaska competition for best
student elementary school essay. It even drew some attention
among school professionals in the rest of the US. It was
remarkable writing from a second grader, and that alone showed
the promise of the teacher's method as a tool to increase
academic achievement.

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