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Good Girl (MF)
An Erotic Story by Frank McCoy
**
I remember the first time I met Tammy. She was staring at
me, in almost a state of shock. Now I know what shock is, or
should anyway, since I got out of medical school 2 years ago.
It's so SATISFYING to be able to put "MD" after your name, after
so many years as an intern. That day, I was working in my new
office, trying to get used to how things were run in a small-town
hospital. Most new MD's don't like to work in a small town, but
for me, it had seemed like a great idea. The town had been
advertising heavily, and was willing to subsidize the hospital.
If I hadn't answered, they would have had to close. The pay
wasn't what it would be in the big city, but the hours were. . .
well, let's just say irregular. After medical school, I had
begun to HATE regimen. While I could be called any time, and
sometimes I worked over 80 hours a week, there were many days I
didn't have to even show up. Of course, I was always on call,
with a portable phone, that cost a fortune, but was paid-for by
the city, and a fancy CB, that I kept in contact with, when the
phone didn't work. As I say, I know what shock is, and this
little girl looked like she was going to faint, right there on
the sidewalk. At first, I thought she might have sunstroke. We
do get a few cases every year, along with the even rarer cases of
heat-exhaustion. Then, I realized she was staring at my face, in
what must be disbelief, and (could it be?) hope?
I'd been getting a few strange looks lately, ever since I
started growing a beard. It must be something about the older
man, or at least LOOKING like an older man, I thought. I decided
I liked the idea of looking older. (At 22, I felt that some
people didn't think of me as a "doctor". I looked too young. So
I was trying to shake the "youth" image.) Still, I had been
getting some strange looks lately. I wondered if my beard was
lop-sided or something.
The girl looking at me couldn't have been much over 14 years
old, but even so, she was a knockout. Creamy smooth skin, long
brown hair, a pixie-ish look to her face, and a body that most
models would kill for. Quite frankly, I stared back.
The girl seemed to work her nerve up to something. "Uh
pardon me." She said, hesitantly. "Are you. . . ?" and paused,
waiting for me to identify myself, so I did.
"I'm Bill Morrow." I said, sticking out my hand in
greeting. (NOT the sort of greeting I'd like to give this
incredible piece of woman-flesh. And boy do I mean "Piece".
What a piece of tail!) I was drooling. What I'd give, for even
a kiss from a girl like that, let alone. . . "Down Boy!" I
whispered to my suddenly erect cock. As you can tell, I hadn't
had much experience with girls. (All right, face it. I didn't
have ANY experience with girls. At 22, I figured I was the
oldest virgin in the state. That's one reason I had taken a job
so far out in the boonies. Where girls were concerned, I was
"chicken".) For this girl, I felt a rush of adrenaline run
through my body. . . For this girl, I'd do almost anything.
That's why what came next, almost floored me.
"Tammy Marlow." She said with a smile, that showed off two
rows of perfect white teeth. Though she smiled, there seemed to
be considerable disappointment in my answer. "Oh well, you can't
win them all!" I told myself, wondering who she had hoped I was.
(I didn't REALLY find out, until over a month later, on the night
I met. . . But I'm getting ahead of my story.) It turned out,
that some times, you COULD grab the brass-ring. "Could you do me
a favor?" She asked me.
"Anything." I breathed, meaning it. If she had asked me to
jump off the bridge, in the middle of town, I probably would have
done it, at that moment. (of course, it's only 25 feet, from the
lip, to the puddles below, so that's not as bad as it sounds.
Besides, I'm pretty athletic anyway. Back to the story.)
"Could you kiss me?"
I stared at her. Obviously my hearing was bad. Either
that, or the sun was too hot, and I was having delusions. Girls
this beautiful just DID NOT walk up to complete strangers, and
ask to be kissed. Most especially, they did not ask ME!
My jaw must have been flapping in the breeze, but she looked
at me so wistfully, and hopefully, that I eventually shut it with
a snap. "Unh." I said, not very brightly. "You want me
to. . . ?"
"Kiss me. Please? I'd really appreciate it."
About this time, some primitive part of my brain must have
awoke, and was yelling at me "GET GOING, YOU DUMMY. If you miss
this chance, you'll hate yourself the rest of your life!" I did
it. I reached for her, she reached for me, and just like that,
we were kissing. Believe me, It was nothing like the kisses I
used to receive from my mother, or my aunts. I had seen kisses
that looked about half this exciting in theaters and on
television, but they never happened in real-life. At least, not
in my life! Let me tell you: Those kisses on the screen aren't
half as good as what I got that day from Tammy. She came into my
arms, and put hers around me, and kissed me with those soft
beautiful lips that seemed to warm my very soul. It was no
chaste little peck on the lips, either. It was a full-bodied
slightly open-mouthed warm loving smooch, that seemed to warm me
from the tips of my toes, to the very ends of my hair. I felt
like I could feel each scale of my skin separately, there were
two wonderful bumps of something pressing into my chest, and warm
silky hair running through my fingers, and a lively body pressed
up against me. . . It's a wonder I didn't melt down in a pile of
goo, from sensual overload. After that, things got even better.
I know it doesn't seem possible, from what I've just described,
but believe me, it did!
"Thank you." Said Tammy. "I needed that. You don't know,
how much."
"Not half as much as I did, Honey." Somehow, it seemed OK,
to call her "Honey" even though we'd just met two minutes before.
(Only 2 minutes? I felt like I'd known her for 10 years!) "Can
I take you to dinner?" The minute I said it, I knew I had made a
mistake. Dinner? Like we were already Dating? I wanted to bite
my tongue out of my mouth, as I waited for the rejection.
"Oh. I'm so sorry." (At least, she said it like she meant
it, letting me down easy.) "I promised Momma I'd be home for
dinner tonight." (Oh yeah! the oldest excuse in the book.) I
must have looked like a dog that just got kicked by its master.
"But I'm free for lunch tomorrow. How about then?"
It took all of what little self control I had, to keep from
yelling "WAHOOO!" to the world. The grin that spread across my
face must have told her how I felt, because she said "I'll take
that as a 'YES' response." Then teasingly. "How about another
one, 'for the road'." and she held her arms out expectantly.
THIS time, I didn't hesitate. As she came into my arms
again, I must have blacked out from sheer overload of pleasure.
All I remember is, that about 5 minutes later I was standing
there alone, still mumbling to myself, "What a girl. WHAT a
GIRL!" when the janitor came out of the building, and started to
lock up.
"Tammy Marlow?" He said, in answer to my question. "Oh!
She's the oldest of the Marlow girls. They live in that BIG
farmhouse, about a mile out of town. Funny family. Been here a
long time. Seem to be related to 3/4 of the people around here.
By funny, I don't mean anything bad. I wouldn't mind taking a
shine to her myself. Only 14 though, and her Daddy died about a
year ago, after being laid-up for several years. Been awful
quiet since then. Her Momma runs the place now. Even if she's
only 14, they do seem to get married young around here. I never
get any encouragement from the girls here though. Maybe it's my
breath." He said this last, with a big grin, as he climbed into
his pickup, and roared off into the gathering dusk.
Well, that was the start. After lunch the next day, Dinner
two nights later, a movie, a date at the library, of all places,
and a picnic, I proposed.
At first, she was hesitant. I was devastated. I thought I
knew her. But it wasn't the proposal that was bothering her, it
was something else. "Uh. There might be a problem." She said.
I waited.
"I can't get married, until I'm either 16, or. . . lets just
say, until I'm 16." She said. "That's over a year and a half."
"So." I said. "Some people around here get married as young
as 12." I knew, because I had looked it up. I had a PERSONAL
interest in the matter. "Jailbait" was under 14 in this state,
so I was safe there.
"I can't." She said. "At least, not until. . . I just
can't. Can you accept that?"
If I had to wait 10 years, I probably would have. "Then
you'll marry me?" I asked again. "When you're 16?"
"Uh. There's one more thing." Said Tammy, looking almost
scared.
I raised my eyebrows.
"I'm a virgin."
"So am I." I said, raising HER eyebrows. I guess I
surprised her. "I was hoping, that we could solve that mutual
problem 'together'."
Tammy looked like she was about to cry. "That's the
trouble." She said. "I can't. At least not until. . ." Again
that strange hanging question.
I figured it out (Or at least I thought I did. When, years
later, I found out how much grief I put the two of us through,
because of my stupid assumption. . . Well, lets just say I felt
like the world's prize idiot, and a heel to boot.) "Until you're
married." I finished for her. She started to explain, but I
hushed her. "If you can stand it, I can. If that's what you
want."
Tammy looked ready to cry. "I DON'T want it." She said.
"I just CAN'T. I want so much to feel you inside me, squirting
my little belly full of the warm sticky stuff that makes babies
so much, I could cry! But I just Can't! At least not yet. And
it's not fair to YOU."
"If you can wait, so can I." I replied. "I can understand
your wanting to be a 'Good Girl', and remain a virgin until you
get married."
Tammy mumbled something like "That's not it at all." under
her breath, then what I said registered. "You'd do that for me?"
she asked almost breathlessly.
I nodded.
Tammy said. "I promise you won't regret it." How she kept
that promise was. . . was. . . well amazing. It wasn't until
years later, that I found out what she had REALLY intended to do,
was absolutely nothing like what actually happened. Things just
got out of hand, before she ever got the chance to explain, and
then I got up on my high-horse, and never did let her. At the
time, she said: "I can't let you fuck me, but I can help you out
in other ways. Like right now, we can finger each other off.
Later, we can do other things. I know if I let you do too much,
at first, we'll get carried away, and I won't be able to stop.
Promise you'll follow my schedule?"
I promised.
"Then I will marry you. Two days after I turn 16. is a
Saturday, and the church is available." I wasn't the ONLY one
doing research, it turned out.
So, for the next two weeks, we dated. Only now, when we
finished our dates, she would jack me off, and I would finger her
off. For such a horny, sexy girl, I couldn't figure out how she
kept control, but somehow she did. It only took a little
pressure on the bud of her clitoris, to get her off, and the
feeling of my fingers in her tight little hole would have her
gasping and running like a river. By the way, she really WAS a
virgin, just like she said she was. She told me, that when she
turned 15, in about 6 more months, she would start giving me
oral-sex, and that I could do the same to her. Later, when we
got closer to getting married (in about another 6 months) she
would let me use her ass, to keep me from becoming too
frustrated, but I would have to follow her strict timetable. I
decided that if her virginity was that precious, that she
insisted on giving it to me, as a wedding-present, then I'd be a
fool to chance losing her by pushing things.
It seemed like every day, I found more about her to love,
and wonderfully, she seemed to find more about me to love.
Everything seemed like it couldn't possibly get better, until the
night she had me meet her family. What a disaster!
No, it wasn't what you think. It wasn't that her family
didn't like me. They did. Too much, and THAT was the trouble.
I knew that there was SOME reason Tammy was nervous about
having me meet her family. By now, I knew she had four younger
sisters: Karen (13, almost 14 herself) Suzy (12) Judy (10) and
Ginny (5, almost 6). Her mother's name was Joan, and she was 27.
(That should have told me something right there, but I wasn't
into subtraction (27, minus almost-15, minus 9-months = 11 years
old, or possibly 12, when she first got pregnant with Tammy. As
I said, I didn't figure this out until later, when I had my face
rubbed in it.) I knew her father had passed away, over a year
ago, and it still hurt. Still, I was eager to meet the family of
the girl I loved. (And I kind of wondered about the old saw:
"Are there any more at home like you?" It turned out there
were. . . 5 more!)
The night in question, Tammy jittered for an hour, watching
me get dressed, making sure I looked good enough to eat. She
made a strange request: She asked me to shave off my beard, just
for this occasion. Since I knew that Tammy actually LIKED my
beard, and it had taken me over 8 months to get it into it's nice
neat present appearance, I naturally refused. If I had listened
to her, a lot of hurt could have been avoided, I guess. On the
other hand, there was a LOT of fun, that I wouldn't have missed
for the world, that came out of my wearing a beard that night. I
finally found out what it was about the beard, that caused so
many people in town to stare at me too. (And why I met Tammy in
the first-place, as well.)
We came to her house a little before dusk. It was about 6
o'clock, on a fine Sunday evening. The house was one of those
big old Victorian farmhouses that were big enough for 3 modern
day families. Unlike most of them however, this one was in good
shape. It was square-built, three-stories, a cupola, and a
basement, with a a veranda/porch circling about 3/4 of the way
around the first floor. It was beautiful. Someone had obviously
spent a lot of work (and probably money) keeping this house so
nice.
We entered through the parlor. (I know, people don't have
parlors these days. But THEY did!) Surprisingly, there was no
one waiting to see us when we came in. I found out later, that
we were early, as Tammy wanted to "prep" me before I met her
family.
"If everything goes right tonight," She breathed sexily in
my ear. "We might not have to wait any more."
I WISH that I had really LISTENED to her then. I did
listen, as she continued. "Now you do WHATEVER they ask you to."
She whispered. "Especially Momma." "Promise? You'll do
anything they ask? I guarantee you won't regret it!"
"Well, I won't kill anybody."
"They won't ask you to."
Both of us were thinking different thoughts, but NOW I'm
sure that we both had the same thing in mind: That she would
"make it worth my while" to do what she asked. Later that night,
I jumped to a much different conclusion, as you will see. In any
case, I promised.
Tammy opened the parlor door, and led me into the living-
room. "Momma, we're here!" She called out.
NEVER have I seen such a simple phrase, get such an
unexpected response. The lovely woman, dressed in a stylish
dress, almost a mini-skirt turned around, saw the two of us, and
turned white as a sheet. "George!" She gasped, and almost
collapsed. There were two other occupants of the room. One of
them was a girl, just a little younger than Tammy, looking almost
like her twin-sister, that I figured must be Karen. The other
one, was a little girl who couldn't be over 6 years old. In
fact, she looked only four or five, but had a beauty and charm
that most girls don't get until they're in their twenties, and
some never do. The older girl just stared at me, with her mouth
open, reminding me of Tammy, the first time we met. NOW I
figured I knew the reason Tammy was scared to bring me home: She
was afraid of the competition. The little girl was the first to
react though, and (as far as I was concerned) her reaction was
completely unexpected.
"DADDY!" She shrieked, and jumped at me. The little girl
was surprisingly strong and unbelievably agile. The next thing I
knew, she had her arms around my neck, and was sobbing violently
on my shoulder. "O Daddy, Daddy, Daddy." She sobbed, over and
over. "They told me you were DEAD." She whimpered some more,
then continued. "I knew it wasn't true Daddy, but they insisted.
They made me believe it. Oh Daddy, I missed you so much. Please
don't leave me again Daddy. I promise I'll be good this time.
Please Daddy? Please?"
My heart was almost breaking. NOW I finally knew why Tammy
had been so attracted to me that first day. How could I possibly
break this little girl's heart, by telling her that I wasn't her
Daddy, and that I couldn't stay here. Suddenly I remembered
Tammy's words. THIS must have been what she was really worried
about. And I had promised to do ANYTHING they asked.
I did the best I could. I couldn't go on letting the little
girl think I was her father. It would be so much worse, when she
found out the truth. On the other hand, what with planning to
marry Tammy, I sure didn't plan on leaving town immediately
either.
"Honey, look at me." I commanded firmly, untwining the
stranglehold the child had on my neck. "Look at me closely."
Sniffling, the little girl released her hold on my neck, and
leaned back in my arms to do as I asked. Puzzled at first, then
with a growing sense of unease. "You look different, Daddy."
she said.
"Uhuh. Keep looking."
She looked at my beard, started, then looked at my cheeks
very closely. "You're not Daddy, are you?" She finally said,
looking so sad, I wanted to cuddle her, and BE her daddy for her.
"No I'm not. I'm sorry. I wish I was."
"So do I." A whisper. "Does that mean, you'll have to go
away like Daddy did?"
This time I grinned. "I don't plan on leaving town anytime
soon, if that's what you mean."
"OK, Daddy, even if you aren't Daddy." Oh, the lovely
illogic of youth!
Tammy leaned over and whispered in my ear. "You handled
that beautifully! I love you."
I hissed back at her. "You MIGHT have given me some
warning, you know! I love you too."
This scene was interrupted by the arrival of Tammy's other
two sisters. The older of the two was dressed in a mini-skirt
that looked painted on. her midriff was bare, and the tight
tube-top seemed to emphasize her budding breasts WAY too much for
such a young girl. The effect, was much more sexy, than if she
had been completely naked. I immediately had a chance to check
that observation, as the last member of the family arrived. This
was obviously Judy, and she had (also obviously) just been taking
a bath, when her sister's screams brought her running also. You
guessed it, she WAS completely naked, and unashamedly so. I was
right. Her sister definitely looked sexier. Of course, that
might have been because she was older, and more developed, but
none of the girls were what you would call bad lookers. Still,
seeing her there with her tits sticking out, and her bare little
cunny dripping water from the tub, she was a pedophile's wet-
dream. Even I was getting a hard-on, looking at the two of them,
and little girls aren't my bag.
"WOW!" said the younger girl. "He looks just like Daddy!"
"He sure does!" Said the older one.
All eyes turned to the older woman like beacons.
"AFTER dinner." Said the woman, emphatically.
Obediently, the children left to finish preparing for
dinner. Slowly, my erection subsided. I hoped that no one had
noticed. (It turned out, that EVERYONE had noticed, but I'll get
to that later)
Dinner was wonderful, but full of strange looks being passed
between all of the children and their mother. Secret signals
were passed, questions were asked and answered, in some secret
family code that families develop after years of living together.
All I could tell was, that I had some part in what was being
asked and planned. If I had known about the family customs, or
if her mother had given Tammy a chance to talk to me, after
dinner, the big blow-up would never have occurred. Still, Tammy
says she's not sorry, as she got a chance to show me how much she
really loved me, in a way that she never would have had
otherwise. I'm still trying to show her, how much I appreciate
what she did, years later.
After dinner, the whole family paused, then the "buck" was
somewhat obviously passed to Tammy, as she was the eldest, and I
was HER boyfriend. "Momma." Asked Tammy. "Will he do?"
I THOUGHT she was asking if I was good enough for Tammy to
marry. Shows you what thought did. I listened eagerly,
wondering what Tammy would do, if her mother said no. I needn't
have worried. June (Tammy's mother, remember?) grinned and
nodded. "He'll do." She said.
This set off an explosion of cheers and "Yippee!"'s from the
younger children. Shortly, an argument ensued, that at first I
didn't get.
"I get him first!" Yelled Suzy.
"I do!" Screamed Karen.
"Hey! What about me?" Complained Judy.
"He's MY. . ." Tammy's voice was cut off by her mother.
"Yes he is." She said. "So you get him all the time. Your
sisters don't. So tonight, you let them have him, and you leave
him alone. You can always get him." (Oh, if she'd only known!)
"But MOM, I've nev. . ." June's glare silenced her.
"Do you want me to say no, for everyone?" she asked.
Tammy shut up, with a snap, looking at me helplessly.
I wanted to support her, but didn't even know what the
argument was about. I shrugged, and Tammy collapsed.
"OK Momma." She said. She really did love me.
"Ok, now that that's settled: Suzy, you asked first."
A quick "Yippee" was quickly silenced.
"Karen, you're next."
"I'm ALWAYS last." Mumbled Judy, petulantly
"Are you in, or out?" Asked Joan. It was obvious who ran
THIS family.
"I'm' in, I'm in."
"Finally, Ginny."
Little Ginny's eyes got real big, as her mother looked at
her. Then she shook her head from side to side. No.
"Ok, Ginny's out. I'm last."
"Oh wow Mom, You too?"
"It's been over five years. Don't you think I deserve it?"
Nobody argued.
I had been following this strange discussion with some
puzzlement, when I felt someone pulling on my shoulder. It was
little 12-year-old Suzy. "Well, c'mon." She said "Don't you
want to?"
I looked over at Tammy who was looking at me hopelessly. I
could tell she didn't like this, (whatever it was) but saw no way
out. I decided I'd just better follow her earlier instructions.
Still, since she looked so worried, I looked at her again,
looking for a yes, no, or anything. She just looked straight
ahead. I guess, her mother's threat had removed her options. (I
must say, that at THAT moment, it didn't look so bad to her, as
her mother had said that she could have me afterwards. What she
didn't figure on, were her own reactions, and my reaction to
that.
"Are you coming?" Repeated Suzy, now looking a little
desperate.
Well, I had promised to do "anything". Obediently, I
followed the child, now skipping gleefully ahead of me.
"I want my first time to be in my bed." Said the 12-year-
old.
"Huh" I felt like I had stepped on a stair that wasn't
there. Had I missed something? "First time for what?" I asked.
She couldn't mean. . . She did.
"First time I get fucked, of course. Come on. My cousin
got fucked when she was only 7, and since Daddy got sick we've
been all just DYING to get fucked. I can't wait until I have a
baby!"
My jaw was about two inches from the floor. "You want me
to. . .to. . . to get you pregnant?"
"Of course, Silly! That's the whole Idea. Didn't Tammy
tell you?"
Obviously she hadn't
"Oh don't worry about it. Just come here and fuck me. Or
don't you want to?" by this time, the child had finished
removing her clothes, and was starting to help me get undressed
as well.
My cock, which had been so stimulated earlier, was not going
to let me get away with lying, on this one. After 22 years, I
decided it was time I got fucked myself. Tammy had obviously set
me up on this one, and since she wouldn't give me any sex
herself, I didn't see why I should turn down an offer she seemed
to want me to take. Especially after telling me to do "anything"
her sisters asked me to. I did it.
I got between the little girl's legs, and fucked her. Being
a doctor, I knew where all the appropriate parts were, even if I
had never done it before, so there was no real initial
clumsiness. Before I could count to 10, both Suzy and I were no
longer virgins.
"OW!" She said. "That hurt."
I told her, that it was supposed to hurt, the first time.
She decided she wanted to continue, so I started sliding my
big cock in and out of the little girl's belly. I knew it was
wrong to fuck such a little girl, but I couldn't help myself.
Before I was really ready, I knew I was about to cum. O SHIT! I
didn't have any condoms! By this time, Suzy was starting to
enjoy it, and had her legs wrapped around me, as she grunted and
groaned with pleasure.
"I've got to pull out." I warned her. "I don't want to get
you pregnant."
"Don't you DARE." Said the determined little girl. "If you
pull out, and squirt it on my tummy, instead of inside me, where
it belongs, I'm going to run screaming down the street, saying
you raped me! The whole family will back me up, and with your
sperm all over me, you'll be lucky to get out of jail before
you're 80. Now shut up, and fuck!
You'd think that this spiel, about charging me with rape,
would make me wilt like a wet-noodle, but instead, knowing that
she actually WANTED me to cum in her (and possibly knock her up)
was so sexy, that I got even harder, if possible. Two seconds
later, I lost control, and started squirting my sperm inside her
cute little belly, where she wanted it. It felt so good, to let
that rusty load of baby-juice go. Especially, in the belly of a
little girl who actually WANTED me to get her pregnant.
Afterwards, I looked down at my penis, and the red ring
around it. In the last few years, I had begun to wonder if I was
EVER going to lose my own virginity. I had never expected to be
lucky enough to fuck one. Now, it looked like I might get two,
since Tammy was still a virgin also. (Little did I realize. . .)
When we finished, Suzy hauled me, still naked, and still
dripping cum off my red-ringed cock back into the living room,
where the rest of the family was waiting. "Look Momma, I did
it." She said proudly, showing off her cum-dripping little slit,
and the red splotches on my cock to her mother. This was
somewhat embarrassing to me, as Tammy was watching, looking
daggers at me. Tammy was the only one still dressed. The whole
rest of the family, including Ginny was naked, as they all looked
at Suzy's no-longer-virgin hole, with my sperm still oozing out
of it, and my pinkish-cream covered cock.
The moment she got a chance, Tammy motioned me over, so that
she could whisper in my ear. "Why her?" She asked. Anger
showing briefly in her eyes. "My God, she's only 12 years old!"
reminding me of her little sister's "jailbait" status.
For a second, fear went through my body, then I started to
get mad. "Because you told me too." I whispered back. "Are you
going to tell on me?"
She shook her head. "Of course not! Momma and my sisters
wouldn't support me, if I did, anyway. What I mean is, why her?
Why not Me? You could have asked Momma for me first. She would
have understood."
Now, I WAS mad. I had wanted to fuck Tammy for so long, and
she wouldn't let me. Now, just because her little sister fucked
me, she decides SHE wants to get fucked? "Because you told me
you didn't WANT to!" I hissed back.
Tammy started to open her mouth, to tell me something, when
we were interrupted. "Hey guys, it's my turn." Said Karen,
pulling me away before her sister could finish explaining her
actions.
This time, I followed Karen down the hall. If I didn't look
too hard, she looked just like Tammy. For a bit, I fantasized
that it WAS Tammy that I was going to fuck. The illusion was
very easy to keep up. I found out that Karen had similar ideas.
When we came to a bedroom, and stopped to open the door, I asked
"'this your room?" and was surprised by the answer.
"No." Replied Karen. "It's Tammy's. I know you like Tammy
a lot, and I wanted to pretend that you're MY boyfriend, and I'm
the one you're going to marry. I know Tammy won't mind if we use
her room. Especially since its because you love her. I know I
look a lot like Tammy, so could we pretend I'm her, when we
fuck?"
How could I refuse an offer like that? I grinned, nodded,
and said. "OK, Tammy I'm going to fuck the shit out of you!" as
I pushed her back on the bed, and shoved my cum-leaking prick up
in her tight little snatch.
There was a snapping sensation, and Karen let out an "Ouch!"
Another virgin?! I said. "I'm sorry, I didn't know." It was
the truth. At almost 14, and being so ready to fuck, how was I
to suspect she was still a virgin. Of course, since Tammy was a
virgin, and her little sister had been one too, I SHOULD have
guessed.
"Never mind that." said Karen, falling back into her role
as "Tammy". "Shut up, and fuck me, like a girl SHOULD get fucked
by her fiancee."
I did. With her virginity no longer in the way, but adding
to the illusion in its own way, I fucked "Tammy" like I had
wanted to, from the day we met.
"Oh Tammy." I said, sliding my engorged prick up in the
girl's tight squeezing little slit. "I love you so much." In
and out I slid, bringing first grunts, then whimpers of delight
from the beautiful girl on the bed. After only a few moment of
this, I knew I was losing control. I was going to cum!
Suddenly, I remembered. This wasn't Tammy, the girl I was going
to marry, and who I expected to carry my babies. This was her
little sister, and I STILL didn't have any protection!
"Unh. Ungghh!" I panted. "I'm going to cum." I warned
her. "I'd better pull out. I don't want to get you pregnant."
Karen slowed her humping back at me, just long enough to
ask. "Would you pull out, If it was Tammy? If she wanted you to
get her pregnant?"
All I could do, was shake my head.
"Then don't you DARE pull out of me. Pretend I'm Tammy, and
you're getting me pregnant. I want you to. My period isn't
until next week, so there's still a chance."
It was too much. The thought, that this beautiful, virgin,
sexy, young girl, who looked so much like my beloved Tammy, was
not only fertile, but actually WANTED me to get her pregnant, was
WAY too much for my over-excited cock. I began spewing thick
sticky gobs of my seed in her unprotected young womb, actually
trying to get her pregnant, as I tried to deposit as much sperm
as I could, as far up inside her welcoming young womb, as I
could. "Oh Tammy." I said, losing myself in the fantasy. "I'm
cumming in you. I'm making a baby in that sexy little belly of
yours. I can't wait to see that cute little tummy swollen with
my baby inside."
Each time I spasmed inside her, Karen would squeeze back,
working to maintain the illusion. "Oh Bill." She panted. "I'm
so glad we didn't have to wait until we got married. I've always
envied those girls who had big bellies when they got married.
Get me pregnant. Please? I want to carry your baby. Maybe I
can have a baby, and STILL be pregnant, by the time we're
married. Aauugh!" The excitement was too much for her, as the
thought of carrying my baby in her tummy made her climax
uncontrollably. Squeeze after squeeze milked every last drop of
my sperm up inside her waiting young womb, until she collapsed in
a heap, as her strength finally deserted her.
"O Thank You!" She gasped. "I hope I'm pregnant now."
"Thank YOU." I said, almost as out of breath as she was.
The thought of this sexy young girl, who looked so much like my
beloved Tammy, carrying my baby in her flat little tummy was so
arousing, that I almost climbed on top of her, and gave her a
second helping. "If not," I said, grinning. "I can always come
over and give you another injection of Doc. Morrow's Physic for
young girls who suffer from lack of maternity. Patent Pending."
"You'd better." She said, giggling at the thought. "Or I'm
liable to slap you with a 'lack-of-paternity' suit!"
O God! She even had her older sister's humor, that I loved
so much! "Wouldn't that be 'lack of maternity' on your part?" I
asked, bringing more giggles.
I was almost ready to climb on top of her, and give her a
second "injection", to make sure I had "done my job" so to speak,
when she stopped me. "Momma and Judy are still waiting." She
reminded me. "Or do you think you can do me again, and still
have enough left for them?"
I thought about it. "I don't know." I said, honestly.
This is the first time for me, too."
Karen's eyes widened in surprise. Somehow, she had never
suspected ME of being a virgin. Not counting her little sister,
that is. "You mean?" She asked.
"Uhuh. Tonight, with your little sister Suzy, was the first
time I ever did it with a girl."
For a second, Karen digested this, then a slightly worried
look appeared on her face. "You're not. . . ?" She couldn't say
it.
I grinned. She was wondering if I was gay, with the
evidence she had running out of her well-fucked little crack?
"No." I said. "I've never done it with a guy, either."
Her face cleared, and she grinned back at me. "Then we'd
better not take a chance." She said. "If Judy, or Momma missed
out tonight, just because I got greedy, and went for 'seconds',
they'd never forgive me. She shivered a little at the thought.
"Besides," She added. "They need it just as much as I did, and
have been waiting almost as long. It wouldn't be fair, If I got
pregnant tonight, and they never got a chance."
I was so startled at the implications of this, that I
scarcely noticed that she was leading me back to the living room,
where she repeated her younger sister's proud display of her
missing virginity, and the sperm I had ejaculated inside her. I
started wondering: Did they ALL want me to get them pregnant?
Even little Judy? For a second, I had a horrible thought: What
about Ginny? There was NO WAY I was going to fuck a little 5-
year-old girl, and try to knock her up! Then I remembered.
Ginny was "out", and I breathed a sigh of relief. Still, I
sweated. What if Ginny had asked to be in? Her mother HAD
asked! Oh well, not my problem. At least, not tonight, anyway.
I did have another problem: Tammy. She looked like she was
going to cry. "Did you have to do it in my room?" She hissed.
I tried to explain, about it being Karen's fantasy that I
was fucking her. Tammy looked a little mollified at this, but a
tear ran down her cheek, as she said. "*I* wanted to be the
first one to 'do it' in my room." I didn't know what to say. I
sure wasn't going to wait for another 14 months to fuck Karen,
just because Tammy wanted to be first to 'do it in her room'." I
couldn't figure out what was bothering Tammy. She didn't seem to
be mad at me for fucking her sisters. And she had almost TOLD me
that she expected me to. I asked her. "Didn't you WANT me to
fuck Karen and Suzy? Should I have said no?"
Tammy shook her head. "No, of course not. They needed it
just as bad as I do. It's just that. . . Oh, You don't
understand!"
I didn't. I figured that maybe she expected me to wait
until after we got married, so that she got fucked first, before
she let her sisters have me. But if she thought I was going to
turn down her sexy little sisters, especially when she told me
that she didn't mind, if I fucked them, and they were crawling
all over me, just begging to get fucked. . . I'd have to be
crazy. Just because Tammy wanted to remain the "Nice-Girl" until
she got married, didn't mean that her sisters had to suffer
because they wanted to be "sluts". I take that back. Her
sisters were NOT sluts. They were very sexy little girls who for
some reason, had decided to ACT like sluts, when they saw me. I
couldn't figure it out. I am DEFINITELY not the guy that most
girls throw themselves at. But first Tammy had done just that,
and now her whole family (except for her) was crawling all over
me, like "slut city" which I knew they weren't (at least two
cherries attested to this fact.) My ruminations were cut short
by Judy.
"MY turn." She breathed in my ear, grabbing me away from
Tammy, and pulling me over to the big leather couch.
Tammy grabbed my other arm, and held me back a second, while
she whispered fiercely in my ear. "For God's sake, Bill. She's
only 10 years old!"
That was a scary thought. I knew what they did to
pedophiles in this state. It wasn't nice. Still, her whole
family was looking at me expectantly. I wasn't sure what to do.
"Do you mean I shouldn't fuck her?" I whispered back. 12
years old was one thing, but if Tammy told me to leave her 10-
year-old little sister alone, you'd better believe I would.
"No. Idiot! I mean, she's only 10 years old, and awfully
small. Don't you DARE hurt my little sister."
I looked at Judy. Barely tall enough to reach my chest, she
couldn't weigh more than 45 pounds. Barely visible bumps were
starting to appear on her chest, but it was still almost as flat
as most boys. Her tiny little slit was barely more than a crack
in the peach-shaped mound between her legs. Not a trace of hair
marred the smooth roundness between her legs. Still, she had a
sexy exuberance, and an eagerness that, as I said before, made
her a pedophiles wet-dream 'cum' true. (pun intended) Tammy had
a point.
"It's bound to hurt, if she's still a virgin." I said.
"Maybe I'd better not."
"Oooohh, MEN!" Said Tammy, now disgusted. "It'll hurt her
a LOT more, if you don't. Believe me, I KNOW! So you get over
there and fuck her. Just be careful, OK?"
I reassured her, that I would do my best. Actually, I was
slightly annoyed. I thought Tammy knew me better than that. If
she thought I'd do anything to hurt this beautiful child who
looked at me so trustingly. . . I suppressed my annoyance. Tammy
was just being normally protective of her little sister.
Judy had been waiting impatiently, while this was going on.
"Are you two finished yet?" She asked exasperatedly.
We both assured her, that we were.
"Then get over here, and fuck me." She said.
"Right here?" I asked in surprise. After all, her sisters
had each insisted that I do it in private.
"Right here!" Insisted the 10-year-old. "I want everyone,
including Momma to see that I'm a big girl now. Besides, I've
always dreamed of getting my first fuck right here, with the
whole family watching. Of course, since Daddy died, I couldn't
but. . . Please?!" the little girl looked ready to burst into
tears at the thought that I might refuse.
What could I do? I had promised Tammy that I wouldn't hurt
the little girl, and right now, it looked like the way I would
hurt the 10-year-old the most, was by refusing her request. That
is, if you count hurts of the heart. Both Tammy and I did. I
was never much of an exhibitionist, (who am I kidding, I was so
shy, the thought of making love in a roomful of people, was
frightening!) Still, it was even more scary to think of letting
the little girl down, in front of her whole family. It might
scar her mentally, for life.
While I was deciding this, Judy had arranged herself on the
couch, with her legs spread, waiting. I kneeled down on the
floor, and kind of waddled up to her. An unexpected problem
arose. Or, more correctly, didn't arise. My cock, which had
performed admirably up to this point, was as limp as a wet
noodle. (I TOLD you I was shy!) Oh SHIT! I felt like I was
going to cry, and Judy looked the same way. I tried jacking on
it, and rubbing it up against her little crack (which was dry.
probably because she was justifiably scared) but nothing worked.
By now, I WAS crying, silent tears running down my cheeks,
as I felt so embarrassed I wanted to run out of the house, and
never come back. Judy was starting to cry too. No sobs from her
either, but I could see the wetness pooling in her eyes, about to
run down her cheeks. The evening REALLY would have been a
complete disaster, if June hadn't taken a hand at that moment.
Seeing the trouble we were having, the girl's mother decided to
"take a hand" in things.
"Here, let me help." Said the woman. She reached down
between the two of us, and grabbing my limp penis, she started
prattling a string of obscene suggestions and lewd ideas that
would have shocked a meeting of "Pedophiles Anonymous". I don't
remember the exact words, my mind was in somewhat of a state of
shock at the time, but it went something like this:
"Big nasty man! Wanting to fuck a 10-year-old girl. Shame
on you. Wanting to stick this big nasty cock up inside a baby
girl who's only 10 years old. Think of it, squirting your nasty
old baby-juice in this tight little tummy, making it swell with
your baby inside. Little girl wants to get fucked. Wants a big
nasty cock squirting thick sticky sperm inside her tight little
cunny, filling her cute little belly full of baby-making cum.
Little 10-year-old girl wants a big belly. See, she wants you to
put your nasty old cock right up inside her, so you can fill her
tight little cunny with your nasty old sperm, and get her
pregnant. Don't you want to put your big old baby-maker in her
tight little slit, and fill her tiny little womb with your nasty
old sperm."
With this stimulation, my cock had risen, and was almost
hard enough to fuck with. The woman's words would have made a
pedophile out of a priest. It was then, that June started to get
REALLY nasty.
"Cute little baby girl." She said. "Wants to get pregnant
by a man old enough to be her own father. Think of it. This
little kid could be your own little baby girl. Wouldn't it be a
thrill to knock your own kid up? You know, you even look like
her Daddy. How about it Judy? Would you like Daddy to get you
pregnant?"
Judy was panting by now, her little crack showing a shine,
that showed she was definitely aroused. "Oh YES, Daddy!" She
said, falling into the fantasy. "Oh Daddy, do it. Teach me how
to make a baby. Please Daddy?"
"See." Continued June. "Your little girl wants her own
handsome Daddy to make a baby in her tight little belly.
Wouldn't it be a kick to see your own little 10-year-old
daughter, with her tiny little belly all big and swollen with
your baby kicking inside? Now you get down there, and fuck your
little girl, and knock her up, like you're supposed to."
By this time, my cock was so stiff, I could have driven
nails with it, the child's mother had gotten me so excited.
Judy's little slit was no longer dry either, as her mother's
words seemed to have stimulated her, almost as much as they had
me. I barely remembered to ask three VERY important questions.
After all, as Tammy and her mother reminded me, she WAS only 10
year old.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Most important
question.
Judy nodded and said "Please Daddy", maintaining the fantasy
her mother had started, while reaching down and pulling my cock
up against her creaming little slit, and trying to stuff it
inside. Well, there was no doubt about THAT one.
Second question. "Are you a virgin?" Stupid, I know, she
was only 10 years old, and her MUCH older sisters had been, still
it wasn't unheard-of in a child that young, to not-be.
Another nod. By this time, two inches of my cock had
vanished in the little girl's belly as she winced from the strain
of taking my adult-sized penis in her tiny little slit. It
turned out, that my second question was also unnecessary, as my
cock was even then bumping up against the little girl's hymen.
Final question. I felt sure I knew the answer to this one
already, but I was going to ask anyway. "Do you want me to get
you pregnant? Or should I take precautions?"
A nod, and then a Definite: "NO! I want you to make a baby
in me. Please Daddy? I've been having periods for 6 months now,
and I've been ready for YEARS. Promise you won't pull out,
Daddy. Please?"
I looked around at the interested observers. I somehow got
the feeling that they'd kill me, if I turned the little girl
down. . . Well, maybe not "kill", but something drastic. Even
Tammy seemed to want me to impregnate her little sister. Her
mother's sexy words rolled through my head. Only 10 years old,
and pregnant with my kid. It was too sexy. Without thinking, I
did what was probably the best thing after-all. I jammed my cock
up in the little girl's 10-year-old belly, as hard as I could.
"OW!" Said Judy, as I ripped her hymen to shreds, then:
"Ow." again as my cock, slickened by the girls juices, and the
remnants of sperm from my earlier exploits with her older
sisters, combined with a new generous helping of pre-cum,
supplied by her mother's stimulation, slid not only all the way
up inside her vagina, but all the way up to, into, and THROUGH
the little girl's cervix, until my oversized penis was dribbling
pre-cum and some sperm, right into the child's developing young
womb.
I started to apologize, but Judy wouldn't let me. For some
reason, in spite of the pain, feeling my cock stretching her
uterus, and most especially feeling my sperm dripping inside her
tiny little womb, while the knob of my cock stretched her womb,
and bumped against the back of it, caused her to start climaxing,
and climaxing, and climaxing, and she couldn't stop.
Judy grabbed me in a death-grip, and forced herself up even
harder on my cock, somehow managing to get another full inch of
my oversized penis inside her tiny little womb. The spasming of
her little cunny milking on my engorged penis, nursing on it like
a calf sucks on its mother's teat, would have been enough to make
a statue squirt sperm, let alone a mere human like me.
I had barely gotten my cock all the way in the little girl,
before I started filling her womb with gob after gob of thick
sticky sperm. Spasm after spasm shook me, as I emptied myself
inside her tiny little body.
Judy shrieked! Feeling my sperm squirting in her womb, was
too much. I felt a tight ring clamp down on my engorged penis,
as her uterus went into spasms and her vagina milked and sucked
on me, until I had no more to give. On and on it went. I'd
squirt a big gob of sperm in the little girl's tiny little womb,
and she'd clamp down on my penis in response. Feeling her tiny
little cunny squeezing on my cock, while her uterus clamped on
the head, like an over-tight rubber-band, would cause me to send
another fresh helping of baby-juice into the 10-year-old little
girl's belly. This continued, until my balls ached with dry
squirts, as I tried to send even more sperm that I didn't have,
into the child's welcoming young womb. Still, Judy gasped and
heaved underneath me, as the feeling of my sperm inside her womb
tickled and stimulated her.