Author: Sterling Title: Wearing Little Wives Summary: Girls crave and need a penis inside them most of the time so they do not lose their female nature and become neuters. Keywords: ScFi, Mg, Mf NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex. First posted 9/25/2009, new header added 8/26/2010. I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at /files/Authors/Sterling/ You are welcome to copy this story if you include the entire text unchanged, including this notice. If you tell me where you have re-posted it, I can enjoy knowing it is appreciated and perhaps enjoy the feedback the story gets where you re-post it. Sterling And now, our feature presentation. Enjoy! ================================================================== Wearing Little Wives My name is Mark and I am 40 now. I decided to write down what happened yesterday so I can remember these precious times later. Katy is still sleeping this morning so it is a good time. In the middle of the night I had woken feeling my penis rock-hard inside her, wanting her badly, and had gently pushed her onto her back, and slid in and out gently but with exquisite pleasure. Katy is a sound sleeper, and she didn't wake up for most of it. But she cried out softly as she came and woke long enough to groggily smile at me and give me a little squeeze with her arms to match the squeeze she had reflexively given with her vagina. I took the opportunity to pull out of her and switch positions so I was spooned against her back and inserted myself inside her from the rear. As she felt me glide in again she fell back to sleep and I must have just a few moments later. I could sense the dimmest gray outside hinting at the approaching dawn as I drifted from sleep to half-sleep. Katy was massaging my penis with her supple, firm vagina and it was getting fully erect again. She made little ragged sounds as she got more excited. It only took her a few seconds once I was fully hard. She didn't cry out, but I could feel a shudder in her body, and then she drifted off immediately to sleep. I didn't come myself, but that was OK. I woke before Katy. Being a child she naturally slept more than I did. The sun wasn't on us, but its light gave a warm glow to the room. I reflected on just how much I loved Katy. There was her perfect naked back, shoulder, and neck. Her wavy blond hair partly covering her innocent face. Her perfect skin and her little girl smell. Katy was five, and it was amazing how fast she had grown in the four years we had been married. I felt like peeing, but if I withdrew my penis from Katy for even an instant she would wake up. Like all girls, she could only be relaxed and truly content with a penis inside her. I maneuvered into position a screen on a flexible arm so I could read the morning news, email, and reports. She must have been tired, because I worked a full hour before I felt her firm squeezes on my penis: one, two three. By our code that meant she wanted me to do her hard and fast. I took ten seconds to finish what I was looking at, as my penis revved up to full hardness. Looking over her shoulder I could see her smiling a little as she tried to pretend she was still asleep. I started pumping her from the rear, quickly building to the furious deep almost violent banging she loved sometimes. She scrunched up her face and shrieked as she came, and I growled and then gave a big "Unnnh!". We lay panting for a while. We always tried to give each other warning before we disconnected. I said "Ready?" and at her nod I pulled out. We piled out of bed and into the shower together. As I felt the warm water I let loose and peed, playfully hitting Katy's tummy with the stream, then down where her labia were. She giggled and hugged up against me and let her own stream go, which sprang out an inch onto my thigh. It all washed away quickly as we did the basics of a quick shower. We both toweled dry, I did her back and she did mine, then back in the bedroom we dressed. She sat beside me at breakfast, which Martha served us. At this age she could do fine without me for an hour, and was OK for a couple, but being connected still felt best to her. So after breakfast we took our spot in the living room. I sat first. The front of my comfortable trousers easily opened to expose not just my penis but a few inches on either side, enough for scrotum and pubic hair. The penis was a little soft, but Katy knew what to do. She took the tip lovingly in her mouth as she massaged my scrotum, and as usual the sensations together with the sight of my little Katy's blond head attending to me did the trick. Within half a minute I was all hard, and she pulled off, patted it gently and said "There you go, Mr. Penis". She then turned around and sat on my lap. She was wearing a dress with no panties, and from long practice she easily slid my penis into her as she sat. Now she was comfortable again, and I read her a story. She was starting to learn to read herself, and she looked on attentively. We then got ready for our "work". She lifted herself off me, and after getting the relevant items she sat down again, impaling herself again but facing me this time. The seat we were on had a back for each of us to lean against. She had a flexible screen she put against my chest, and I had one I put against hers, and we both had keyboards. It was sometimes funny to look down at the screen on our chest and get an upside-down look at what the other was watching. We both had our earpieces. After some morning mail and news I had an hour's meeting coming up, and I asked Katy if she wanted sex then or could she wait an hour. She was busy with her game and absentmindedly said later would be fine. As the meeting wore on, though, I started feeling her ever so slowly pulling up so my penis moved just a tiny bit inside her, then falling back down. She would pause just long enough that I couldn't really accuse her of distracting me. But she also knew that I found that highly stimulating. If she had just started being explicitly sexual, like bouncing up and down, she knew I would give her a stern expression and send her out to play. But here she could act quite innocent, looking at her screen as she did it. Instead of sending her off the sensations built gradually but powerfully and then I wanted her. So at a point when I didn't think I would be needed for a while in the meeting, I lifted her partly off my lap and looked at her with just a touch of exasperation. She tried to look innocent, but she couldn't really hide her delight that her stratagem had worked. Holding her off my lap a few inches so I had room to maneuver I started thrusting in and out fast and deep. She shifted so my pubic bone was pressing against her clitoris on each stroke, and she closed her eyes and went slack with building pleasure. I was almost ready to come when I heard the voice in my ear. "So, Mark, is that plan OK with you?" It was frustrating to be brought back from the brink of orgasm. I couldn't at the moment give a considered judgment as to whether I liked "the plan" or not. Oh well, this happened a fair amount. So I turned on the mic long enough to say, a little sheepishly, "Excuse me a minute, but Katy is frisky just now." They all laughed; they mostly had little wives on their laps too. But I turned the earpiece off and returned my attention to my Katy, thrusting in as fast and deep as I could. She had an orgasm, and seconds later I had mine, and kept thrusting until I was fully satisfied and spent. She wanted to collapse on my chest, but I told her I needed to get back to my meeting and she had to go. She didn't complain. She knew she should have thought of her need before the meeting started. She lifted herself off me and went out to play, carrying a little of my semen to fortify her for the next couple hours as she got her exercise and played with the other kids. I returned to the call, and had them repeat some of the details I had missed as Katy was arousing me with her tiny motion, and then I offered my opinion. When I heard Katy running into the house I started fondling myself to get an erection, and my penis was ready by the time it was needed. I heard the toilet flush, and seconds later Katy galloped around the corner and launched herself at me. In the fraction of a second between the time she lifted her dress and descended on me I could see a couple drops of pee on her labia. She hadn't wiped herself. Opinion was divided on how important that was. I didn't mind, since there were other fluids oozing around down there anyway, and it didn't irritate her skin or mine. As my penis filled her up I could feel her body relax and see a big smile come to her face. She reached up to kiss me before snuggling against my chest. She was in a dazed half-sleep until we got up for lunch a half hour later. ---------------- As in so many of his installations, Smith made trouble reproducing a major premise. Girls needed constant sex of some sort from the time they were born or their bodies would forget to have puberty. He changed the men to be attracted to little girls as well as women, and changed girls so that with appropriate encouragement they had mature vaginas and libidinal energies by age one. It's hard for a man to do much physical labor while "wearing" girl on his penis most of the time, so most of the labor fell to men in their 20s, neuter females, and older women who still enjoyed their husband's attentions but didn't need them any more. For a young man, distinguishing himself in work in his 20s was a major factor in finding a good wife. A little background on Mark's family at the time he wrote this: He was 40, married to the five-year-old Katy. She had two brothers. Will was 14 and Sam was 10. Her mother Michelle was about 30, still spending much of her time physically attached to Katy's father Kyle, aged 58. Mark had been living with the family since Katy was born. Also in the family was Martha, Michelle's neuter sister. Without constant sexual attention, girls quickly turned into neuters. But even with good care about 20% still did. Martha had done so at age six, leading as usual in such cases to her divorce. A neuter girl no longer wanted anything to do with sex or even close touch with her husband. Her vagina fused shut and she never went through puberty. The husband and neuter wife shared little but their failure, so the husband usually drifted away. The neuters usually stayed with their families, working in the home or outside. Neuters never felt the passion for life that others sometimes did, and they were often mildly depressed. This was another of Smith's subtle manipulations, so that no girl would actively want to become a neuter. ----------------- Mark's day continues: One bit of wisdom for keeping girls from going neuter is to let them have as much sex as they want. On sunny warm days pairs of husbands and young wives usually congregated in the park by the river, though in inclement weather there were similar indoor spaces. I had first taken Katy to this park a year or so before to see what she thought. Many girls just look and quickly lose interest. Katy was fascinated from the start. You might call what she was looking at husband-swapping. If one of the other dads looked good to a girl, he would usually accept her proposal and have sex with her. The girl would look as this new man and new penis descended on and into her, but would also be clutching her husband's hand and looking back and forth between the comfort of her husband and the excitement of her lover. The lover's child wife would not be thrilled but would wait close by. But often a straight swap worked, so the two men would mount the two girls lying on their backs side by side. Glances would go back and forth as each girl reassured herself by her husband's presence, and each husband wanted to check that his wife was OK. But if she was, he also felt the excitement of plunging into another girl, with her slightly different personality, different body, and different rhythm -- but ending with coming and shooting his semen up inside her. Yesterday in the park there were a dozen different couples. Shortly after we arrived we swapped with one couple where the mutual interest was almost electric. The man was a little heavy, and the girl was dark-skinned and dark-haired and much older than Katy, maybe 10. She wanted to be taken from the rear, which I was delighted to do. I kept pressing in a little farther each time to see how deep she would want me to go. When I was finally in as far as I could go I just barely felt the tip of my penis touching the end of her vagina. The instant that happened she started on a big orgasm which kept going and going until I came myself, utterly satisfied to be able to press in as far as I possibly could, without any need to hold back. She was shaky and needed to lie down, so we spooned with me hugging her back while waiting for Katy and the girl's husband to finish. Each girl was eager to reconnect with her proper husband again. There was a man with a cute happy little two year old grabbing his front as she was firmly anchored on his penis. The man and I started chatting. The two-year-old was checking me out and Katy was checking out the man. Katy could tell that I was really interested in the little girl because my penis was rock hard. She looked pretty interested in the man too. He asked his little wife "Would you like to hug the man?" The girl smiled at me and said "Mmmhmm". I first picked Katy off of me and set her on the grass. The man slid his little girl off his penis and handed her to me. Sometimes men and girls had slightly different ways of doing things, but in this case the new girl slid right onto my penis easily. I remembered fondly when Katy was that age. I lay down on my back and left the girl sitting up on me. I had been planning to bounce her up and down, but she was doing it quite energetically herself, working my penis in and out. My penis was straining upwards as I was bewitched by this little one. I was trying to keep from coming too soon, but I found I couldn't hold it. I grabbed her around the waist and bounced her up and down three times hard and spurted my innards out, or so it seemed, up into this cute girl. She shrieked as she came. The other man had wanted Katy missionary style, and that was fine with her, so she had lain back, dress up enough for him to get in, and he had landed on her and slowly slid himself inside her and started a lovely considerate gentle motion in and out. They were still going as the little girl and I finished. He was getting more excited; Katy was having a good time but wasn't headed towards ecstasy. As the man's little two-year-old was resting against my chest, I said to him: "She'll like it even better faster and deeper". Surprised, he looked back and forth between Katy and me, but then a little lusty grin came over his face. He started speeding up and going deeper, and found that the more he accelerated and the harder and deeper he plunged the more intense Katy's expression. So at last he did a flurry of fast strokes, and Katy convulsed, with her heels digging into his back, as he came too with total animal abandon. He looked blown away. Yeah, my Katy could do that to a man. He slid out of her and flopped onto his back. That left Katy with an empty vagina, which she was not thrilled about. My two-year-old had recovered some energy, lifted off my penis and she went scuttling over to her man. Katy leapt up and came racing over to me. I think my body had spent itself more than usual on the little two-year-old, so my erection was not big at all. I coated my first and second fingers with the fluid pooled around the base of my penis and slid them up inside Katy as she scooted down and lay against me. It wasn't the same thing as a penis, but I knew she liked it OK. Her hand was down idly stroking my scrotum and penis. It grew within a few minutes, and she replaced the subletting fingers with the true tenant penis in her vagina and was content again. Did you like doing it with him? I asked. She nodded enthusiastically. He's a little bigger than you. she said. The honesty of children. I maneuvered us near one girl who intrigued me. She looked to be about 11, and I could see she was developing a little. I walked over with Katy impaled on me and introduced myself to the two of them, lying spooned on their sides. Katy was not interested in the man. The 11-year-old had a kind of insolent expression, and said I looked good but was interested only if she could ride me. That was more than just fine with. So I lay on my back with Katy close by, oriented the other way so I could easily keep two of my fingers up inside her. My very stiff penis was ready for the big girl to do with as she wished. She came over and without preliminaries or looking at me she took me inside deep, quickly. She started bouncing up and down and grinding against me. She looked at me and smiled a little, and then I felt her stretching all the way down, vaginal lips right on my pubic bone, it seemed. And she looked amazed, and then started moving up and down fast, but after every few strokes smushing her whole labial area against me totally. She got a lusty smile and went after me with abandon. In less than a minute she came with a big groan, and held herself down against me tight. I came then too. But she didn't stop. She kept going, fast and strong, and within a minute came again, a little slower and sweeter, before collapsing on me. "He doesn't hit the end!" she said dreamily to her husband. Another tribute to my short penis, I guess, but she was clearly ecstatic about it. Katy could tell that the girl was done with me, and started pushing her off so she could reclaim my penis for herself. Katy's curiosity and interest was high, and she ended up taking a penis from nine of the men and I did most of their wives. Lots of times the husbands didn't come, since our stamina wasn't quite that good. When we got home we both took a nap. One advantage of being married to a young wife is you get to sleep a lot. After supper four of Will's friends came over, boys who had recently gone through puberty. Katy knew why they were here and she was excited. I seated myself on a chair, and after taking all her clothes off Katy lowered herself over my penis facing away from me. Tom approached, and seeing a nod from me and Katy's radiant smile he pulled down his pants and underpants. Katy leaned forward and eagerly took his penis in her mouth. Seeing Katy's gorgeous body and accepting the expert ministrations of her tongue, Tom quickly got a full erection. Seconds later he moaned in orgasm as he pulsed three shots of semen into Katy's mouth, globs she swallowed eagerly. He sat on the couch to recover, while David came over. He might have been a little shy, because he didn't pull his pants down, he just pulled his penis out his fly. Katy didn't mind. She engulfed the penis with equal enthusiasm, and within a minute David too got that faraway expression and pressed his penis a little deeper in Katy's mouth as he came, and Katy swallowed all that too. Katy was sliding up and down on my penis and when Edwin came in her mouth she came too. But she was no less enthusiastic to pleasure George and convince him to unburden himself of his seed right in her mouth so she could swallow it. The evening is the customary time for the boys and young men to have some relief while also helping out the girls. As they reach puberty, boys see a whole range of attractive girls, but each one has a man's penis up her vagina, rendering her unavailable. They can masturbate if they wish, of course. But the girls love the taste of semen, swallow however much they can get, and it maybe helps insure against their going neuter. Then when it was 10pm it was time once again for us to go to bed. A little quick sex suited us both fine given our riotous afternoon and active evening, but as we drifted off my semi-hard penis was up inside her young vagina, a constant reminder to her body that she was a female, with a destiny as a mother. Her vagina in turn tenderly but firmly cradled and hugged me. Her tight, hot vagina milked the semen out of my penis once during the night, though I barely woke up. ---------------- I found that little write-up today while I was sorting some old papers. Sixteen years have gone by and I wish I had captured some more of those precious days. But I will at least write a few more thoughts about how things have gone since then. Katy turned 13 and the barest hints of breasts grew a bit. She got a few pubic hairs and her hips widened noticeably. One day she reported she didn't feel so good in her bowels, and I didn't think much of it. But the next time she had an orgasm blood gushed out. Her period had started. She was thrown off kilter and needed my penis more than ever. It isn't the most pleasant thing to have your penis bathed in period blood for days, but you get used to it. It's one of the little trials of being a husband. You get used to those flat menstrual pads with a hole in the middle for your penis to poke through. Now of course she could in theory get pregnant. It wasn't all that easy, though, so no one dreamed of contraception. To everyone's delight she got pregnant not long after she turned 15. Morning sickness was no fun, and it was a little scary, so she wanted me with her and inside her more than ever. As her belly started to grow we took to connecting with me behind her more often. Even when she went into labor she wanted me inside her. Not all girls did, but my Katy was very attached to me. Except for occasional exams by the midwives, I stayed in her until she started pushing. She still wanted me near, so she grasped my penis in her hand. It did hurt quite a bit as she squeezed it with all her strength through a painful contraction, but it was nothing compared to what she was going through. Amnio had told us the baby would be boy, and we named him Brian. Men in many cultures start to feel left out when their wife has a baby, but I was shielded from that to a considerable extent because I was left in -- literally. Katy didn't need me in her constantly, but she still needed me inside her several hours a day and needed sex, orgasms and semen at least twice a day. Katy's next baby came three years later, and we knew it would be a girl, Tara. We interviewed a number of potential husbands and reached an arrangement with Zach. It was a momentous choice because we would quite probably live with him for the rest of our lives. He was a man of 28 years, of good character, good family and handsome to boot. Keeping a newborn baby girl from neutering was important, and we followed the customs. As soon as Tara had slipped out of Katy, had her chord cut, and gotten cleaned up, her first stop was not her mother's breast. Instead she was placed on Katy's belly. Zach masturbated and spurted his semen onto her labia, and then using a little blunt syringe he injected it in her baby vagina. But she needed far more semen than one man could produce. Twenty-four young men were called for, including Zach's family, friends, and friends' families, and a few of the hospital staff. Each man had masturbated within the last half hour and the semen collected. I did not contribute, because in all this I remained dedicated to Katy. Zach took some of it bit by bit on his little finger and Tara sucked it off. Syringe after syringe was slid up into her vagina. A little was rubbed over her body until she was covered with it. Only after all that did Tara go to Katy's nipple and drink her mother's milk. Through the years I had stayed close at hand to nudge Katy's female essence and keep it from falling asleep, and from the beginning Zach played the same role for Tara. A few times a day he would masturbate and use the syringe to fill her vagina with it. Any of us could also use our finger to help settle her. The breast and pacifier helped, but so did a little finger in her vagina. It stretched as the months went by. A middle finger became better than a little finger. At eight months two fingers were better than one, then three, and getting them deep was important, and then around one year she was mostly fussy when she didn't have fingers up insider her. It was time for the marriage. In a simple private ceremony Katy gave her baby away to Zach. They jointly slid her onto Zach's erect penis. She quieted. This was where she belonged. She was of course a virgin, but Zach was too. He had contributed plenty of his seed into the mouths of eager little girls, but never their vaginas. Zach consummated the marriage with a sweet little bit of thrusting and ejaculation up inside her. Tara's little girl smells stimulated Zach to be erect most of the time, and she only left his penis for short periods: to pee and poop, bodily functions which were otherwise suppressed by the penis within; to bathe; and for Zach to get a little exercise and stretch his muscles. As women have walked around with babies on their hip, Zach walked around with Tara on his penis, clutched against his stomach. At least three times a day Zach would thrust inside his tiny wife and coat her young vagina in semen once again. She started feeling pleasure, and soon enough he could give her an orgasm. I had gone through all with Katy, too. As Tara's personality and sexual appetites began to show I got especially nostalgic. Tara belongs to Zach, but I am not alone. I have Katy. Once in the morning, once at bedtime, and often once in the middle of the night I fill her with my straining hard penis, lunge in just as fast and hard as I want. She never refuses me, and I never refuse her. She sometimes engulfs me even harder than I strain into her but in any case wallows luxuriously in her own pleasure. For me it always ends with the exquisite animal pleasure of an orgasm deep inside her. All is well with the world. ================================================================== I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com.