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(MF/ggb, pre-teen, extreme-ped, rp, intr, preg, lac) *** Chapter 1 It all came together to meet my dreams, and I couldn't have seen it coming. Hell, I was too busy with my law practice to have suspected what I'd find out when I got home early one day. Marcie, my wife, and I married in our late thirties. She came to the marriage with a 14-year-old daughter by her first marriage. Now I always knew I had pedophilic tendencies, because I could get a hard on walking through a mall, watching the pre-teen and early teen girls, feasting my eyes on their small breasts, tight little butts, and fantasizing about what their little twats would look and feel like. That was one of the things that attracted me to Marcie: she was petite, with a small chest, tight ass, and, early on, the ability to fuck me blind. Her daughter, on the other hand, was on the plump side, had a fat ass, and had outrageously large tits for her age. And everything only grew from there. Luckily, she spent large amounts of time with her father, who lived in the same city. But for some reason, at the time unknown to me, Marcie began to become less and less interested in love making. I still wanted her body, but she began finding excuses for being out of the house or for not wanting to get it on. I was so busy with my law practice, I guess I missed a great number of signals, but it all came home on a Tuesday afternoon when a court case I was representing was continued. I had pulled an all-nighter getting ready for it, and I was deflated, to say the least, and decided, fuck it, I'm going to have a couple of pops at the bar next to the court house, then I'm going home for a long winter's nap. I didn't put my car into the garage, and to this day, I don't know why. I simply got out of the car, picked up the local paper in the driveway, walked around to the back door, found it unlocked, walked in, made myself another scotch, undid my tie and headed for the bedroom. My wife had her own decorating business, and I guess I just assumed she was at work. Well, she was at work, all right. I saw a great deal of light coming from under our closed bedroom door as I walked along the carpeted hallway. I guess I was pretty quiet, since, when I opened the door to the bedroom, it was obvious that no one had expected me, nor had anyone heard me approach. What I beheld was, to say the least, amazing. My wife was on our bed, totally nude, with our next door neighbor Jenny, also nude. They were in the process of licking each other's cunts, massaging each other's tits, and letting out small moans of pleasure. Jenny is a tall, lanky blonde, quite attractive, and also small-chested, but as she lay over my wife, you could barely see Marcie. But I knew it was Marcie. Meanwhile, Jenny's husband, Larry, a dentist who worked out of his house, was standing next to the bed, also naked, doing two things: managing the video camera, which was why all the lights, and running his dick with the other hand. You should have seen the pusses on these people when me, still in my suit, walks in and says, "What the fuck is going on here?" Jenny and Larry, like little children, began scurrying for their clothes, retreating to our dressing room, squealing. With the video camera still running --- which would later be huge for me --- Marcie pulled herself up, her pussy wet from being licked by Jenny, and asked, stupidly, "What are you doing home?" I couldn't resist. "More to the point, my dear, what are you doing in my home?" Turned out Marcie and Jenny had become an item, then were discovered by Larry, who liked to watch more than he liked to fuck. Well, a great deal of shit hit a great number of fans over the next few hours, including me kicking him in the nuts at one point. I kicked Marcie out of the bedroom that night, threatening to reveal her behavior to her ex-husband, whom she needed still because of the settlement agreement in her divorce. Plus, in our neighborhood, where her rather lucrative business was, she'd not benefit from the news that she'd been licking the neighbor's cunt while her husband jacked off watching. I guess it's just part of my nature, but instead of buying a gun or kicking somebody's ass, I retired to my bedroom, listening to Marcie sob in the guest room, and the idea just suddenly came to me. I got up and made a few notes in the wee hours of the morning, then determined to give it two or three days to let the situation fester to the point where things could fall my way. Next morning, I waited to leave the house until I saw Larry leaving his garage. I merely stood looking daggers at him, knowing he couldn't face me. Then I went to work, while clarifying my plan. I called Marcie late in the day, coldly told her not to wait dinner, then returned home around 10:00 that night. She was sitting on the couch, wrapped in an afghan, and started to get up when I walked in, but I quickly cut her off. "Don't bother," I barked. "I'm going to bed, in my bedroom, where you're not allowed, and certainly not with your lover." Marcie dissolved in tears, I made a scotch, then retired to my bedroom, lying on the bed, smiling and finishing my plans. Day after that, which went pretty much like the day before, I made my proposal. Chapter 2 My proposal to Marcie was simple. Either she did what I wanted, or I would "out" her, Jenny and Larry. I then laid out what I wanted, and Marcie, after thinking about for only about a half hour, agreed to it. And she was actually happy again. She got to renew her "relationship" with Jenny, and I got what I'd always wanted with her help. She also knew that I had Larry's video camera in a safe place, with more than just the video he was making on the day I surprised them. Marcie also was required to let Jenny and Larry know about the evidence, and that they were to go along with whatever went on at our house without hesitation. Everybody agreed, and the plan went forward. And it went forward easily enough, because me, being an "officer of the court" as an attorney, my wife being a woman who could do business out of the house, and the both of us being willing to volunteer our home, a home in a very nice neighborhood with a very fine school system, the local officials were very pleased to have us as participants in the foster parents program. We did it per my scripting. I acted as though I was being dragged into it, I was too busy to be much help, but that I made a good living and would be interested in the child's education needs. My wife was effusive about how she missed a child in her life, wanted to help abused and neglected children, and made it clear that she wanted to help young girls, since she'd already raised a daughter. The bureaucrats bought it, and in very little time we became the proud "parents" of Jody Dyson. Jody was a tall 12 year old girl, the product of an unwed couple. The father was issued with a court order to stay away from the mother and child after the mother and a friend caught him making the then 8 year old daughter suck his cock. Then, when the mother, who was pressing for more from the father, took a mandated drug test, the daughter was put under court protection, since the mother was a heroin addict. Jody was, as I said, a tall girl with a haunted look on her face. She'd been bounced around from foster home to foster home ever since. She had long, dirty blonde hair and gray eyes. She arrived with a small duffel with her worldly belongings, about four changes of clothing and a few toiletries. Marcie took over, took her shopping, let her buy things for her bedroom, just down the hall from ours, and soon won over her trust. (Marcie had been prohibited from touching the girl until I said so, thus she was limited to making her happy with my credit cards.) Soon after she moved in, I took charge of getting her in school, then took over the trips to the mall with her. She warmed to me quickly, since I was always buying her things, taking her to movies, buying her dinners, asking her about her life. I drew her out slowly, while plying her with worldly goods she'd never known. The combination worked well, and soon I knew I had her trust, and that I had her addicted to the lifestyle I could give her that she'd never get anywhere else. In other words, I had her feeling grateful as hell and developing a crush on me. Jody was five foot four, maybe even five, skinny, but with meat on her bones where it counted, especially in her tight little ass. Marcie confirmed that she had just begun to wear a training bra, and that she had recently started her period. She felt life had dealt her a shitty hand up 'til now, but she couldn't say enough about how Marcie and I were treating her. She walked around the house in t-shirts and shorts, and I delighted in looking at her ass and her small tits. She had a rather pretty face, though that haunted look came and went. I bided my time, but I set the opening of the swimming pool as the time I'd start to move in on my "little girl." Because the deal I had with Marcie was that she could continue to suck pussy with Jenny if I was allowed to fuck pussy with Jody. Chapter 3 I had taken Jody shopping for swimwear, and she had chosen a couple of hot-colored Speedo one-piece suits. At my urging, however, she also bought a small two- piece suit, strapless, with a bottom that was basically two patches of cloth, one in front, one in back, held together by two pieces of string. That Saturday was quite warm, and I announced that I was officially opening the pool. That was baloney, since the thing was heated, and I could open it any time I wanted to, but Jody didn't know that. Marcie already knew her orders for the day were to make herself scarce, so she had arranged business appointments, and left for the day. I told Jody to get her bathing suit on and meet me poolside. I had bought a Speedo of my own, a small, tight thing that would just barely contain my cock if I got a hard- on, and do nothing to conceal that I had one. And I knew I was going to be getting one. Jody arrived at the pool a few minutes after I did. I was raking a few leaves out when she got there. She was wearing the hot pink one-piece suit, which barely covered the cheeks of her little ass, and I could see the small bumps of her developing breasts pushing out in front. I pretended mock disappointment, bordering on a pout, and she was quick to react. She was programmed to want to please, to avoid situations of tension; in short, to avoid anything that would cause some adult to beat the shit out of her. And her antenna for any such tension was highly tuned. She immediately got a worried look on her face and asked me if there was something wrong, assuming she was the cause. I said, "I was hoping you'd wear the two-piece suit, the one I like." Jody was gone in a flash, and returned about five minutes later wearing the burgundy two-piece number. Now I could see almost all of her tight little butt, and the material in front was actually outlining the little pussy I intended to fuck. She still had a worried look on her face, but I wiped it off easily. "Now that looks great," I complimented. "You are one sexy chick in that suit." "Do you like it?" she asked hopefully. I moved over to her, put my hands on her shoulders, and said, "I love it." Then I bent down and kissed her gently on the lips. Not long, no tongue, but definitely on the lips. And I felt her, ever so slightly, kiss back, and there was no sign of avoidance. The kiss was quite brief, but when I pulled back, I said, "Jody, you are one terrific looking girl." She beamed, the haunted look gone. "Thanks, Jack," she said, smiling broadly. "Wanta swim now?" "Absolutely," I replied, and we hopped into the nicely warmed up water. We splashed about, and I made no effort not to touch her young body, placing my hands on her tiny breasts and putting a hand under her crotch. We were giggling and playing, but I also kissed her a couple more times. The bulge in my suit was highly visible, and her small hand brushed it a couple of times, making my loins ache. We finally got out of the pool, dried off, and lay on loungers. She closed her eyes, seeming to bask in the sun. I, however, got up, got a chilled bottle of wine from the poolside fridge, opened it and poured two glasses. I stood over her and said, "Jody." Her eyes opened, and I proffered the glass to her. "I think you're old enough to have this." She took it wordlessly, but with a grateful smile. I returned to my lounger, and we sipped wine in silence for a moment, then we started some small chit-chat about her school. Finally, I asked, "Are you enjoying the wine?" "Yes," was all she said. "You know, Jody," I began, "I've gotten to know a lot about you in the past few weeks, and I think you're quite grown up for your age. Some of it, obviously, is because of your hard life so far, but I think you've learned a lot of positive things from your experiences." Then I rose up and turned to her. "Jody, are you happy here? Are you happy now?" "Yes, Jack," she said immediately. "You and Marcie have been nicer to me than anyone. I really love both of you." I set my glass down, opened my arms, and said, "Come over here, sweetheart." She came over, expecting a hug, but I maneuvered her to straddle me on the lounger, her long, coltish legs on either side of the chair, then sat her down, her crotch resting on my hard-on, which I knew she could feel against her young snatch. "I really love you too," I said, my hands on her shoulders. Then I bent her over and put my lips on hers. I also mashed my hard cock against her little pussy. As we kissed, I slightly parted my lips and pushed my tongue lightly against her lips. And to my delight, she opened her lips and let me push my tongue in. As I began to kiss her deeply, I gyrated my hips, ever so slightly, against her groin, and she actually mashed back. I could feel the divide between her legs settle across my cock. I put my hand behind her head and held her against our kiss. She licked my tongue as I probed her mouth, and I could hear her breathing become more intense. Finally, I broke the kiss and leaned back. She rose up, but kept the pressure of her groin against mine. I picked up my wine glass and held it up to her. She took the hint, and we clinked glasses. "I have really come to love you, Jody," I whispered. "And I love you, Jack," she said. I could tell I was going to get what I wanted from this 12 year old. She was totally immersed in the life-style she'd never dreamed of, and she was also a girl who had been forced to suck cock at the age of 8. In her head, I could tell, she would be happy to perform sexual favors for love and a nice life where she didn't get beat up. And there was no telling whatever else she been forced to do sexually, though I would get it out of her. I reached up and gently touched her tiny breasts. "Jody, you know I think you're the sexiest girl I know, and you know I love you," I said, "but there's something you don't know." Since I was now massaging her little tits, I figured I wasn't the first person to ever do so, but I let her respond. "What is it, Jack?" she asked, continuing to let me feel her small boobs, while also continuing to mash her cunt against my erection. "I have to tell you something about Marcie," I said, and I raised up, pulling my body from underneath hers, reseating her at the end of the lounger. She got her concerned look again, not knowing where this was going. It was just as I planned. Chapter 4 "What about Marcie?" young Jody asked. I put as tortured a look on my face as I could, before blurting out, "She's a damned lesbian!" I looked up into the 12 year old's eyes to gauge the effect, and found surprise. I went with it. "Marcie doesn't want to have, well, you know, relations with me. She loves the woman next door." Jody drew back a bit, taking all this in, and I quickly jumped in. I took one of her hands and said in a low voice, "Please don't tell anybody. Please, please, please don't tell anybody." She shot a thin arm out, put a hand behind my head, pulled me to her and kissed me strongly on the cheek. When she pulled back, she had tears in her eyes. "Oh, Jack," she whispered, "I'll never tell anyone." Then we clutched for a moment, giving me a chance to lightly massage her shapely little ass. When we broke, we kissed deeply for a moment, then looked into each other's eyes. "What you must be going through," was all she said. "You see," I said, trying to tear up a little myself. Then I drank the rest of my wine, poured some more and refilled her glass, which she drank deeply from. "You see, I caught them in bed, and they were…they were," and I stopped and drank more wine. She did too. "Let's go into the house," I said, "and I'll try to tell you about it." We rose, I took her hand in one and the bottle in the other, and we went into the sun room at the back of the house. We sat down on the lounge sofa in there, the warm sun on us, and I helped her into a robe. As I did, I tilted her head up and kissed her gently on the lips. Then I sat down and said, "Thanks for being here, Jody." She didn't say anything for a second or two, then said, "Tell me about it." I made up a story of finding Marcie and Jenny in bed together and that Marcie would no longer have relations with me. I said my love had died for Marcie, then I turned to Jody and said, "But my love has grown for you. I love you, Jody, and not just as my foster child, but as the woman I want to be with." And the kid bought it. She flung her arms around my neck, tears welling from her eyes, sobbing so she could barely get out the words, "And I love you too, Jack!" She wept into my shoulder and said, "I've always wanted somebody like you. Somebody who wants me. You've known rejection, and so have I. But I need a woman who wants me, and I'd like to think you need a man who needs you." "Yes, Jack," she whispered. "I want you." I pulled her to me, rubbing her back, then pulled away. I kissed her deeply, feeling her small breasts as I did, then pulled back, looking into her eyes. "Darling," I said, now somber, "I want to be with you, but we can't let Marcie know, and she could be home any minute. So we have to wait until she's asleep tonight. Then I'll come to your room, and I will share my love with you." Meaning, of course, that I was going to fuck the shit out of the dopey 12 year old. But she bought it. We parted company, me going to take a shower and do some work, her to do her homework. We winked and grinned at each other until Marcie got home, then had dinner, watched some TV, then all went to bed. Marcie knew the plan, and she "went to sleep" immediately. I waited the proper time, then quietly went down the hall to the guest bedroom, entered and beheld little Jody in her shortie nightgown. It was time. Chapter 5 The guest room conveniently had a double bed, so there was plenty of room. Jody was lying on top of the comforter, I suppose to show that she was ready. I arrived in only my briefs, and I quickly scooted under the comforter, urging my little girl to do the same. She came to my arms eagerly, and we cuddled for a moment. "Marcie's asleep," I lied, "and she took a sleeping pill, so we have some time together." "What if she wakes up?" Jody asked, suddenly thinking of the danger of the situation. "Believe me," I said, "when she takes one of those pills, she's out. And I can almost tell when she's been with Jenny, because she takes one of those pills." Jody was looking into my eyes for a moment, then said, "She probably feels guilty for not being the woman you need." Boy, I couldn't have scripted that line better. "Jody," I said, then stopped to kiss her deeply, while fondling one of her small breasts with one hand and caressing her ass with the other. Then I broke off the kiss and continued, "I believe you're the woman I need." Then I kissed her again. But this time, I slipped my hand up under the nightgown and touched one of her tiny titties for the first time. They were only small cones, pushing out about an inch and a half, maybe two inches, and her nipples were taut with excitement. The little nip was sticking straight out, and was hard as a nail. I gently kneaded the tiny breast, as I tongued her mouth. My other hand explored her tight young ass, which was still clad in cotton panties. My hand slipped under the fabric, and I caressed her little ass cheek, slipping my finger into the crack of her butt, and beginning to finger her little asshole. She responded with a snuggle toward me, and then, suddenly, I felt a tiny hand rub gently against my hard-on. I pulled back from the kiss, though still fondling the 12 year old and said, "But we have to be quiet." She nodded assent, then I said, "Let's take our clothes off." I helped her remove the nighty top, then watched as she removed her panties. Her little slit had a few blonde hairs sprouting on her mound, but the lips of her pussy were bare, and I couldn't wait to taste them. I removed my shorts eagerly, revealing my hard cock. Now my cock isn't big, like in most of the stories. It's actually only 6 inches or so at most, but it was as hard as it had ever been that night. And if you like to fuck young girls, having a smaller prick can be a good thing. Jody immediately reached out to touch my member, while I immediately took one of her small breasts in my mouth and slipped a hand between her legs. Her reaction, spreading her legs, however, gave me pause. I kept my hand into her crotch, but I raised my head, kissed her, then said, "I know you've been abused before. But I promise I would never hurt you." She began to silently weep, burying her head into my shoulder. I held her slight body tightly against me, though now my forefinger was buried into her surprisingly slippery cunt hole. I wiggled it a little every few seconds, feeling that she obviously had had her cherry popped before. But I waited a minute until she stopped sobbing before asking my next question. Her tiny tits were pulsating against my chest when I said, "I know your father abused you, but did other people do it too?" She just nodded her head affirmative into my shoulder. I waited a minute more. My finger in her pussy was seeming to calm her, and I finally asked, "Will you tell me about it?" She thought I was being solicitous, but I wanted stories that would get me harder. And she gave them to me. Chapter 6 Her tears didn't stop leaking, but she started to talk. "My dad started doing things to me when I was like 6," she began. "He'd make me touch him, you know, his thing. Then he'd make me take down my panties and make me rub it on my wee-wee. Then he'd do his cream on me. Then he'd make me wipe myself off before mommy got home. Then he'd tell me he'd beat me if I told mommy. Then, when I got older, and he didn't have no job, and just set around the house all time gettin' drunk, he started to make me put his thing in my mouth. "I didn't like it, and when he'd make his cream, it tasted awful. And then one day, he was doin' it to me, and mommy came home with one of her friends, and she called the police, and they put my dad in jail for a while. But then they gave mommy a drug test, and they found out she was using heroin, and they took me away from her. I was only 9 years old, Jack!" she coughed out, then buried her head in my bosom again. It was a few minutes before she was able to go on, but meantime, I still had my forefinger buried in the 12 year old's cunt, feeling her moisture grow. "Then you went to a foster home?" I asked, taking my wet finger out to rub it up and down her wet slit. "No," she said, though she was starting to react to my ministrations. "They put me in a state home, and a bunch of the older girls there made me lick their cunts." The statement startled me, and she grabbed hold of me like she was sinking in the ocean. "Oh, Jack," she said, "it was horrible, and I couldn't help it. They beat me up and held me down, and they made me do it." I tried to soothe her, but she went into another paroxysm of sobbing. I waited her out, then said, "Jody, it's all right. You didn't want to do it, but you did what you had to do to survive." She looked up at me, tears still leaking from her eyes, "Yeah, but then they gave me to a nigger family." She detailed how she had been finally moved from the state facility, where she had been sexually abused by both inmates and guards, including having had the stick of a toilet plunger pushed into her vagina, into the home of the Johnson family. The state law at the time allowed white children to be placed in black homes. And on the first night with the Johnsons, the father and son Leon both raped Jody. She called the police once she got out of the house, and both were arrested and imprisoned. "So then they sent me to a nice place, sort of like a hospital," she said, and I gathered it was a mental facility of sorts, "and I was fine for a while, but then they put me back in another home, the Olsens. Mrs. Olsen was nice enough to me, but Mr. Olsen was a big old fat man, and I could tell he was lookin' at me from the minute I got there. And after I started getting my titties, he'd every now and again, brush his hand down my front, like it was an accident, but I could tell he was feelin' my titties. "Then he started, like when I was cleaning up the kitchen, which they told me was my job around the house, when I'd be bent over cleaning something, he'd come by and feel my butt. Then he'd laugh and say it was just a little joke. I made sure that whenever Mrs. Olsen went out, like to the store, I'd beg to go along. I didn't want to be alone in the house with that fat old bastard." "Was that where you were before you came here?" I asked. "Well, sort of," she stammered. "One day, I came home from school, and there didn't seem to be nobody home. I hollered out, but nobody answered. So I went up to my room, up in the attic, and he was waitin' for me. He was only in his drawers, and I could see he his thing was hard. And he says, 'The wife's gone to her sister's, so we got some time to play. And you're gonna play, and you ain't gonna tell nobody.' "I cut and run, and I ran over to the neighbor's house and told Mrs. Gray, and she went runnin' over to the Olsen's, and I heard a bunch of hollerin', then she comes runnin' out, yellin' at me to call the police. Her blouse was ripped, and one of her titties was hanging out of her bra, so I dialed 911, and the police was there in a few minutes. Mrs. Gray, she was only about 25, she come in the house and locked the door till the police got there. I told her she ought to cover herself, but she said no, she wanted the police to see what he'd done to her. "Well, the police went over and arrested Mr. Olsen. Turned out he was real drunk at the time, and they took him away to jail. But when Mrs. Olsen got home, and Mrs. Gray told her 'bout what happened, Mrs. Olsen got mad at me, calling me a little whore and saying I'd been tempting Mr. Olsen. And she calls social services, and they put me back in the orphanage. And that's where I was when you and Marcie come and got me." She then nuzzled her head against my chest, not crying, but breathing hard. What was I thinking? She wasn't a virgin, and I was going to get a good 12 year old fuck. Chapter 7 I reached over and turned on the bedside lamp, casting a low light in the room. Then I pushed the comforter off into the floor. Jody immediately put her arms over her thin chest. "Oooh," she exclaimed, "it's cold." I bent over her, covering her with my body. "Don't worry, honey," I said, then kissed her deeply while running my hands over her young body. Then I raised up and said, "I'm going to keep you warm. I need you, Jody." The 12 year old smiled back at me and said, "I need you too, Jack. I love you." "I love you too," I replied. "But now I want to make love to you." "Okay," was all she said, and she actually spread her legs. I knew she wasn't a virgin, but when I'd had my finger in her little cunt I could tell she was the tightest piece of twat I was ever going to sink my cock into. "I want the light on so I can see your beautiful body," I said. "Do you think I'm sexy?" she asked, looking me in the eyes. "I think you're the sexiest woman I've ever been with," I said, knowing she'd like being called a woman. "But my boobies are so small..." she said, her voice trailing off. "But you have to understand, my darling," I said, "I like small boobies." Then I pushed my hand into her crotch. "And what do you call this?" I asked. She reacted, pushing her little cunt against my hand, looking for pleasure. "Well, when I was little, I used to call it my wee-wee, but the Johnsons called it my pussy." "Well, sweetheart," I said, "we'll go back to calling it your wee-wee, okay?" She nodded, and I kissed her again, while fondling one of her tiny breasts. Then I said, "The first thing I want to do is kiss your wee- wee, okay?" She nodded again. I took one of her small tits in my mouth, sucked it briefly, then moved down to position myself between her thin legs. She spread them even further, giving me full access to her nearly nude cunt. She drew her knees up to allow me to give her pleasure. (I didn't know it until later that Marcie had crept to the door and was watching us, while rubbing her cunt. She said she came four times during our session before I turned out the light.) Jody had taken a shower, and her pussy smelled so sweet as I moved my mouth into her bare slit. I kissed her gently, and I felt her shudder with desire and anticipation. I put my hands on her labia and spread her little twat open so that my tongue could go inside, which I immediately did. I wanted her to enjoy this, but I didn't want to take too much time. She was already moist, and I slid my tongue into her cunt hole easily. Jody moaned and moved her hips forward to push my tongue further into her. "I never had nobody do this to me before," she whispered, and I began to tongue her furiously. She bucked her hips up and down, grabbing my hair and mashing my face into her wet slit. I finally removed my tongue, despite her attempts to hold me there, and moved up to her erect but small clit. I took it into my mouth and began to alternately lick it, suck it and nibble it with my teeth. She absolutely forgot my admonition to be quiet, and began to moan and gasp loudly. I then inserted a finger into her wet cunt, finger fucking her for a moment, before removing it to rub her own lubricant over her anus. She came the first time when I touched her asshole. Her knees tried to clap together, but I used my other hand to push her back. I kept sucking her clit as I inserted another finger into her cunt hole, finger fucking her, while I gently inserted the other finger into the opening of her asshole. Her second orgasm hit right on top of the first, and I kept it up while she went through what had to be at least number four. She was bucking and darned near snatching me bald during what was only about two minutes, before I finally pulled out of her cunt, moved up, and began kissing her so she could taste her own juice. She held me tightly against her, licking my tongue furiously while I massaged one of her small breasts. When I broke the kiss, she said, "Oh, god, Jack, I never felt like that before." "Well, honey," I said, "I'll make you feel like that all the time." I kissed her again, then said, "But now it's time for you to make me feel good." "Do you want to fuck me?" she asked. "Yes," I said, "and I want you to turn over, get on your knees, and let me put it in you from behind." She looked at me for a moment, then said, "I don't know how to do that." "How did the other guys rape you?" I asked. "Well, I only been fucked by some of those people at the state home and Mr. Johnson and Leon, and they got on top of me," she replied. "And it hurt." "Well, honey, I'm going to do it from behind you, and I promise it won't hurt you," I said. "Now get up on your hands and knees so I can rape you." I used the word "rape" on purpose, because, of course, technically, I was raping a 12 year old. But I also liked the thought of raping the girl. And without further ado, the thin, pretty little girl got up on her knees and offered her slimy, almost bare cunt to me for that raping. I, however, had one more thing I wanted before shoving my dick into her tight little cunt. I moved up to her head and said, "First, I want you to lick my cock and balls." She would have done anything at that point, and she began to lick her warm tongue up and down my member. Then she flicked it over my balls. "Now put the end in your mouth and suck it for a second," I instructed, and Jody complied, having had experience at that in the past. After a few moments, however, I pulled my dick from her warm mouth and moved silently to a position behind her. I rubbed my cock up and down her wet slit, then positioned the head at the entrance to her hole. "I'm going to rape you now," I said, "and I want you to ask me to rape you." "Will you rape me, Jack?" she complied. "Yes, Jody," I said, "and I'm going to do my pee-pee in you." She turned her head around sharply. "But Jack," she whispered, "I could get pregnant." "I know," I replied, "that's what I want." She simply turned her head back around and said softly, "Okay." With that, I guided the head of my stiff cock into her wet pussy and shoved it slowly in. She moved back to accommodate me, and it slid in without problem. But it was the tightest snatch I'd ever been in, and I felt myself, even as small as I was, bottom out against her cervix at the end of my first stroke. I then began to slowly move slightly in and out of her, and Jody began to pick up the rhythm, moving her hips to my motion. Soon, I was stroking long and hard into her. I also used one hand to reach under her and finger her clit, while using the other to fondle one of her tiny titties. In no time, it seemed, she was starting to cum again, and I joined her, shooting my biggest load ever into her young, fertile pussy. I grabbed her thighs and held her tightly, impaled on my pole, for nearly a minute after I shot my load, hoping to let my seed soak into her womb. I didn't know if she was fertile, but I had no reason to doubt it. And I truly did want to get her pregnant. I already had visions of fucking her while feeling her large, round belly. (As it turned out, I had no worries about fertility in Jody's case. I was probably knocking her up that first night, since she missed her very next period and passed the blue-stick test with flying colors only a few weeks after I started fucking her tight little 12 year old twat.) Finally, I pulled out and laid her down on her back. Then I said, "After I fuck you, I want you to clean me up with your tongue, and be sure to suck the end of it first." The pretty little 12 year old instantly obeyed, getting up to a sitting position, and gently taking my now-soft cock in her hand, guiding it then into her warm mouth. She sucked the last of my cum out of my member, then began running her tongue over my shaft and down to my balls. She was really very good at it, and very gentle, and in no time, I had a boner to match the first one. "Now I want to rape you again, Jody," I said softly, and without a word, she started to get up on her knees again. "No, sweetheart," I said, pushing her back down on the bed. "This time I want to lie on top of you, and while I rape you, I want you to put one of your fingers into my asshole and wiggle it around. Okay?" "Okay, Jack," she said obediently, and I kissed her. Then I instructed her to lick her finger, getting it wet, and then to insert it gently after I was inside her. Then I lay on top of my sweet little girl, kissed her again, while fondling a small breast, then guided my raging hard-on back into that hot, tight, wet little twat. I wasted no time in getting into rhythm, and after the second stroke, I felt a wet finger searching for my rectum. She found it momentarily, and gently began to probe. Finally, her slender finger slipped in about one knuckle, and she began to wiggle it around as instructed. The stimulation to my ass and my prostate gland was glorious, and within a few more than a dozen strokes after she began, I shot a surprisingly large second load into her wet cunt. I collapsed, though keeping my full weight off her slender, young body. "Oh, Jody," I sighed. "You're the best lover I've ever had." As she removed her finger from my ass, she giggled and said, "And to think, I'm only 12. Wait until I get to be 13." I pulled out, rolled off of her, pulled her to me, kissed her deeply, then said what I truly meant. "The way you just loved me, I wish you could stay 12 forever." Chapter 8 When I returned to my bedroom, Marcie was just falling asleep, but she woke up to tell me that she had peeked and how hot it had made her. Then the brazen lesbian asked me if I wanted to fuck her. I was nice, I was gentle, but I let her know that from now on, she had to get her loving from the neighbors, that my love was saved for Jody. Oddly, she was okay with that, but then she an odd request. She asked if I could fix it so she could watch when I was fucking the 12 year old. I said I'd think about it, which I did, and came up with not only the answer to her question, but also the answer to another desire of mine. I also told Marcie I intended to fuck Jody again before she went to school each day, and that she should make herself scarce as much as possible. Next morning, when I arrived in the kitchen fairly early, Jody was already there, showered, her damp hair down her back, dressed only in a long t-shirt and panties, eating a bowl of cereal. I went directly to her and kissed her deeply. Then I smiled and said, "Good morning, darling." She smiled right back and said, "Good morning, daddy." She giggled, and pulled me down for another kiss. Then she whispered, "Last night was the best night of my life. I love you so much." I kissed her again, while letting my hand roam up under the t-shirt to grab a quick feel of one of those marvelous little tits. When the kiss was done, I said, "And I love you too, sweetheart. And I love you like a wife." "Well," she said, a sly smile on her face, "you sure loved me like a wife last night." I went to making coffee, when she said, an odd note in her voice, "Are we going to love like that again?" I turned around as the coffee maker began. "Oh, I don't know," I said slyly, "what's your schedule this afternoon?" Jody burst out laughing and ran to me. I hugged her, kissed her, ran my hand into the panties and fondled one smooth ass cheek. Then she pulled away, almost like I'd slapped her. "But what about Marcie?" she gasped, actually looking around guiltily. "Oh, don't worry about her," I assured her. "When she takes a pill, she sleeps late. Then she's got appointments this afternoon." She actually was sleeping late, at my suggestion, and her appointments were with Jenny and Larry, so I could have the house to myself. Eventually, I knew, Marcie was inadvertently going to walk in on Jody and me at some time when I just couldn't keep my hands off my little love toy, but we'd already arranged her reaction at that point. She was to smile knowingly and say, "I've thought for a long time that you two had a thing going," then simply leave the room. At that point, Jody and I would be free to sleep together out in the open. But until then, I wanted Jody to think we were taking of forbidden fruit. "Okay," the pretty 12 year old said, then raised up to kiss me again. Again I fondled her ass, probing her crack with a finger until the kiss broke. Then she smiled coquettishly at me and flounced back to the table and went back to her cereal. I noticed she had the newspaper open beside her. "Were you reading the paper?" I asked, while waiting for my coffee. "Yeah," she said, not even looking at me. "It's so great that you get it delivered to your door every morning." She looked up and wrinkled her nose, "In a lot of the places I've been, they couldn't even read the newspaper, much less get it delivered." Then she happily returned to munching her cereal and perusing the paper, where she was already onto page three. My coffee was ready, so I grabbed a cup and sat down with her. "You're something, little girl," I said, truly marveling at her. "I know you do well in school, but tell me how you've managed your education." She sat back, tilted her head back, and seemed almost to go into another world. "Well, when you're in places like I been, you have to sort of take care of yourself. So I read everything I could get my hands on, and sorta taught myself. I love newspapers and magazines, and I sorta think I might want to learn how to be a writer." Then she looked back at me. "Does that sound crazy?" I had to laugh. "Not at all, my precious," I said. "You keep doing well in school, and you can be anything you want." However, in the back of my head, I had my doubts, since I was trying to make her a mother within the year. "Well, I got a lot of catching up to do," she said, and calmly returned to her cereal and newspaper. After observing her for a minute, I asked, "Anything interesting in the paper?" Without looking up, Jody said, "Oh, same old stuff. Some politician got caught fucking his secretary and another one got caught stealing money." That got another laugh out of me, and I reached over and grabbed her hand. "Come here, you," I commanded and drew her out of her chair and over onto my lap. I kissed her deeply, and she kissed back as deeply. I ran my hand into her panties, and she spread her legs to accommodate a finger being inserted into her crack. It became moist immediately, and I pushed my finger into her and ran it around the inside of her love hole. I broke off the kiss, but I left the finger where it was. Looking into her pretty gray eyes, I said, "There's a lot I've yet to know about you." Jody giggled and said, "Yeah, but there's a lot you already know that nobody else does." Then she got an odd, almost passionate look on her face. "Do you really think Marcie's going to be asleep for awhile." "Yes," I said. "Why?" She didn't answer the question. She just slid out of my lap, onto her knees, opened my robe and took my semi- hard cock in her hand. She then lowered her head onto my meat, taking most of it in her warm mouth and began to suck on it, while rubbing the base of the shaft with her small hand. I instantly rose to my full six inches, most of which she could still get in her mouth, and she began to move her head up and down, while sucking and licking the end of my erection. My head went back, and I moaned, "Oh, Jody, you don't have to do this." But the pretty little 12 year old just kept on sucking and rubbing. In just a few moments, I felt my orgasm coming, and I moaned again, "Oh, Jody, I'm going to cum. Better take your mouth off." The 12 year old only increased her rubbing and sucking, and sure enough, I began to fill her mouth with my sperm. And darned if she didn't swallow every ounce. I mean not one dribble came out of that girl's mouth. And I gave her four good spurts. But she took it all until she felt my pole start to soften. Then she finally took her mouth off and just licked me until I was all cleaned up, not that there was much to clean. Then she stood up, gently took my head in her hands, and kissed me, shoving her tongue deep into my mouth, letting me taste the last of my own cum. When she pulled back from the kiss, she had a big smile on her face. "I knew yours would taste good," she said, and giggled. "Good morning, daddy," she said, and I broke out laughing. I started tickling her, and she ran into the den shrieking for me to stop. I wasn't worried about the noise, because Marcie was under strict orders that if she heard horseplay, she was to stay upstairs until I let her know it was safe to come down. I caught the girl just in front of the couch and threw her down. She was wiggling like a worm, expecting tickling. Instead, I lay on top of her, pinning her down, then leaned down and kissed her, doing a lot of tongue. She lay still, then started passionate motions, like running her hand through my hair on the back of my head. She could tell what was coming, and she didn't resist when I sat her up and removed the t-shirt she was wearing. Her tiny breasts were at attention, and I wasn't surprised when she reached down and removed her panties on her own. I kissed her again, rubbing her tiny breasts, and she actually put her own hand down to her nearly bare pussy and began to rub it. I didn't let that situation go on for long. I soon had her slender legs spread, my tongue on her clit, fingers in her two holes, getting her off big time. She bucked and moaned, gripped my head between her legs in a headlock I didn't think I'd survive, and alternately massaged and mashed the back of my head as she had orgasm after orgasm. This went on for at least ten minutes, maybe more, before she finally relaxed after I took my tongue off her clit. I knew now, that as long as I tongued this little girl's tiny clit, she'd get off. When she finally relaxed her grip on my head, I rose up and kissed her so she could taste her own juice. Then I pulled back, smiled and said, "Good morning, darling." She giggled again, in that little-girl way she had, noticed that my robe was open, noticed that Mr. Happy was as happy as could be, and said in a whisper, "Don't waste that." Well, that was all I needed. She spread her legs wide, showing me her hot, wet cunt, and I lowered myself over her and guided my rigid pole into that tight little orifice. She immediately put one arm around me, but in seconds, I felt a wet, slender finger searching for and finding my asshole. Now in the recent past, I'd never been known as a quick recoverer, but this hot little slut, with her tight little pussy, her tiny breasts, her hot breath in my ear whispering, "Rape me, daddy. Pee-pee in me. Get me pregnant," and her finger wiggling in my asshole got me to shoot a second load within fifteen or twenty minutes. I collapsed, exhausted on her slender body, making her gasp until I could remove my weight. I kissed her, then pulled out and slid to the floor next to the couch. "Did I do it right?" she said, and I could tell she was sincere. I kissed her again, gently this time. "Yes, my darling," I whispered. "You did it just right." I kissed her again, then said, "You did like a good wife should." She bolted upright, grabbed my head, kissed me like a linebacker, then looked at me smiling. "I'll be your wife, Jack." I knew I had her, and even though I was truly falling in love with the girl, I was going to go through with my plan anyway. But the pretty little blonde simply said, "Gee, now I have to go take another shower." "I'll do it with you," I said, and led the naked girl upstairs. Chapter 9 That afternoon, we frolicked by the pool until Marcie left. Then we went upstairs, and I fucked Jody three more times. We cleaned up and were grilling chicken on the grill when Marcie returned. I thought it was a bit amiss that her hair was still damp from her shower over at Larry's, but Jody didn't seem to notice. However, while I was taking dishes to the kitchen from out on the deck, I noticed Marcie laughing and playfully touching Jody, which, according to our deal, was strictly forbidden until I said she could. But when I returned, Marcie went back to being a good girl, pretending not to notice when Jody or I would make the occasional suggestive squeeze on a particularly sexual part of each other's bodies. Finally, Marcie did her, "I'm tired and going to bed," thing, which she probably was, since I noticed some pretty intense light coming from the master bedroom over at Larry's house. Jody and I kissed and fondled each other for a few minutes, then I suggested, since I was worn out, that maybe we just get some sleep tonight. The little girl was worn out too, so she was all for it. She ran upstairs, and I finished cleaning up. I did, however, on my way to my bedroom, go into Jody's room. She was sleeping only in panties, and I reached down, turned her head and kissed her, while running my hand gently into those panties. She kissed me back. I pulled my hand out of her drawers and fondled one of those beautiful little titties. "Good night, darling," I said. "I love you, Jack," she murmured. I noted that "daddy" was gone, and "Jack" was back. The little minx was thinking of me as her "husband." She rolled over and went back to sleep, and I trudged down the hall and collapsed. Marcie was snoring so loudly, however, that I eventually went back down the hall to Jody's room, crawled into bed without waking her, and went dead to sleep, holding her, one of those fine tits in my hand. I woke up at daylight, and Jody was draped around me, sleeping peacefully. I disengaged myself, went back to my room, shaved, took a shower, put on everything but my coat and tie and went downstairs to the kitchen. Sure enough, Jody was there, her hair still slightly damp, dressed in her plaid school uniform skirt and white blouse, but still barefoot and without her school sweater. (I had purposely enrolled her in a church school because I wanted to see her in uniforms.) She was again eating cereal and reading the newspaper. She looked up, smiled, and said, "Well, they got another politician. This one's linked to the mob." I laughed out loud, then noticed that she'd already made coffee. I grabbed a mug and sat down with her. She looked up at me. "You slept with me last night," was all she said. "Yup," I said. "Marcie'd taken a pill again, and she was snoring like a lumber mill." Jody laughed. "Besides, I'd rather sleep with you." She got a serious look on her face. "But what if Marcie woke up?" "She doesn't wake up when she's that far gone," I assured her. "And besides, I really liked just sleeping next to you." "Yeah," she said, "I woke up, and you were cuddling me, holding one of my boobies, and it felt so good." Then she smiled and winked. "Do you think we could slip one of those pills into Marcie's wine every night?" I laughed and said, "We'll manage it as often as we can." Then I leaned forward to her and said in a low voice, "We don't have much time, so finish your breakfast, so we can do it before I drop you at school." She looked at me, then said, "You mean you're going to rape me now?" "Yes," I said, having planned this. "I want to rape you before you go to school so that, all day, you'll feel my pee-pee in your panties and know I love you." And the little girl bought it. She smiled, got up, took her cereal bowl to the sink, turned and headed upstairs. I followed her. At the head of the stairs, she turned and said, "Just a minute, though. I have to pee." "I'll watch," I said, and she got the message. We walked into her bathroom, and she immediately dropped her panties, hiked up her skirt, and sat on the toilet. The hissing noise of women peeing began immediately, as well as her unzipping my fly, fishing out my hard-on and putting it into her mouth. It was a spur of the moment thing, but it was a real turn-on, and I made a spur-of-the-moment decision. "From now on, darling," I said in a low voice, "whenever you need to pee, let me watch." She nodded while sucking me to a rigid hard-on. She started to wipe when she finished, but I told her not to and not to pull her panties up all the way. I moved her into the bedroom, and had her bend over the bed. I also strategically did it in front of the full length mirror so we could both watch. Then I bent down pulled her panties a little lower, spread her cheeks and pushed my tongue into her slit, tasting her pee as well as her growing moisture as she anticipated my cock. She was wet enough in just a few moments, so I rose up, undid my pants and pulled them and my shorts down far enough to get them out of the way of the juices of love. Then I slipped my hard-on into her hot little cunt. She sighed and began to move her slender hips to my strokes. Like me, she turned her head to watch her rape in the mirror. Her skirt was thrown over her back, and I reached up, pulled her blouse out of the waistband and thrust my hands up under her shirt. I pushed her training bra up and began to squeeze her tiny breasts. The scene in the mirror was so erotic – the young school girl in her uniform, her panties pulled down, a man's cock shoved in her slender young ass, his hands up her shirt fondling her titties – was all too much, and I blew my load after a dozen strokes. It was a particularly large load for me, and cum started leaking almost immediately. I pulled out and quickly pulled her panties up to catch the liquids. "Now, enjoy your wet panties," I said, and she automatically turned around, knelt in front of me and cleaned me with her mouth. "Thanks, daddy," she said, as she stood up and began to rearrange her clothes. She pulled up her blouse, revealing her small breasts, and I pulled her tiny bra back over them. Then she tucked the blouse in, pulled me down and kissed me. "I'll think of you all day." Jody went downstairs, and I went into my bedroom to put on my tie and retrieve my suit coat. Marcie was sitting up in bed applying lotion to her face and arms. "Have a good little fuck, darling?" she asked sarcastically. I faced her. "You bet I did," I said "she's really very good. And tonight, I want you to spend the night next door, or wherever, because I want to sleep with her all night. So the story is that you're staying at your sister's tonight. And don't forget about the videotape I have." "All right, all right," she said. "Don't get belligerent. I know our deal. Besides, I can see how you could be so attracted to her." "Don't get any ideas yet," I said. "You'll have your chance when I'm done." I picked up my coat, and as I was leaving, I said, "Oh, and by the way, I'm going to answer your request. You'll be able to watch in a few days." Chapter 10 That night, with Marcie gone, Jody and I slept in my bed. She had probably a dozen orgasms, and I shot three loads into her before taking her in my arms to sleep. I'm a real estate lawyer and a partner in my firm, so I can pretty much name my hours and my location. I took the next few days off from the office, saying I would work from home. So, the next morning, after I raped Jody and dropped her at school, I went to a building supply store and an electronics store to get the supplies I needed. First I put a door through from my closet into the closet of the guest room. Then I installed three video cameras in Jody's room and ran the controls into my closet. By the end of the second day, I had the ability from my closet to secretly watch whatever was happening in Jody's room, without anyone who didn't know they were being videoed being able to detect it. I could also go and come from Jody's room without going into the hall. It pays to be handy. I also went to Jody's room each night and fucked her silly, trying different positions. She also started to suck me off for my second orgasm, and she swallowed every bit. She also walked out every morning with cum- filled panties. I also began to shove a finger up her asshole when eating her pussy, in preparation for the time when I would fuck her up the ass. It really seemed to turn her on, as she would hit her first orgasm the minute my digit went up her shit hole. Marcie became a regular viewer, once the video was up and running, and she told me she rubbed herself nearly sore every night while watching me rape our foster daughter repeatedly each night. Marcie and Jody still had a good relationship, but I could tell Jody was becoming more and more possessive of me and my time. We spent a lot of time by the pool, groping each other in the water and drinking wine while lounging poolside. Jody continued to believe that our love-making was a secret, which was fine with me for the present. However, the day came when she met me in the kitchen in the morning and said, "Jack, I haven't gotten my period." "How late are you?" I asked. She hesitated, then said, "I didn't say anything right off, but I'm over a week late now, and I'm always right on time." "Well, I'll stop off at the drug store on the way to work and pick up a pregnancy test. Then we can find out for sure," I said, grabbing a cup of coffee which she now made for me. She ran to me and hugged me, then turned her face up for a kiss. I was happy for the kiss and another chance to grope her young body. As usual, she was already in her school uniform, since she knew it turned me on. "Are you sure you want me to have a baby?" she asked, her pretty gray eyes on mine. I kissed her again, my hands all over her slender ass. Then I kissed her on the nose and said, "Jody, if I'm going to have children, I want them with you." She grabbed my hand, and we raced upstairs for our morning fuck, which Marcie was now taping while rubbing her pussy. Sure enough, that night, when I went to Jody's room for our nighttime fuck, she peed in the cup, and the stick turned blue, confirming that my little 12 year old was indeed with child. Now, you have to know that we got random visits from social service workers, checking up on Jody's well- being and progress in school. But as one of them said, "I wish all my visits were like the ones I make here." However, I knew that they were not going to take kindly to me knocking up a 12 year old girl, no matter how well I treated her or how much she wanted to be pregnant. So now I moved on to the next phase of my plan, and to one of the reasons I had installed the video system, which I now revealed to Jody, though leaving off the part that Marcie was watching us. "Jody," I said, after a celebratory fuck after we learned she was pregnant, "we have to be very careful now. I'd get in big trouble if anybody found out you're carrying my baby. I'd go to jail for raping you, and they don't treat guys very well in jail when they find out they raped a girl." She got a very serious look on her face, brushed my cheek with her sweet young lips and whispered, "What are we going to do, Jack? I mean in a few months everybody's gonna know I'm pregnant." She even started to shed a few tears. I pulled her to me, stroked her blonde hair and said, "Don't worry, sweetheart, I have a plan to cover our tracks." She looked up at me, as I fondled her breasts and rubbed her now pregnant tummy. "What is it?" she asked. "Well, you have to help me and cooperate, in order to keep me out of jail," I said, leading her on to the conclusion I wanted. And she bought right into it, embracing me tightly. "Oh, Jack," she said softly, "I'll do anything to keep you safe and to have our baby. You know I want to marry you when you get rid of Marcie." That was an idea I had planted, that I would eventually ditch Marcie and marry her. After a few more moments of the embrace, I broke it and looked into her eyes. "Okay," I began, "but this is the only way to save us." Jody now believed in the "us," and she said, "What is it?" So I began. "Well, starting tomorrow, you have to start getting to know some of the boys, either at school or around the mall or wherever, and you have to start letting it be known to a couple of boys that you're willing to pull down your panties for them." "You mean you want me to fuck other guys?" she asked incredulously. "It's the only way," I said, grabbing her by both slender shoulders. "Otherwise I go to jail and you go back to one of those places." Jody's look of sudden horror was just what I wanted. She collapsed on my chest sobbing. "Oh, Jack," she sobbed, "I don't want us to get in trouble." She heaved a few more times, then said, "But I love you, Jack. I don't want to fuck other guys." I put my hand under her chin and pulled her face up. "Jody," I said sternly, "it's the only way. You have to do this. If you love me, you will." That was theatrical, but the kid bought it. "But why, Jack?" she said softly. "I want to be your wife. I only want you inside of me." "Because we have to have evidence that you've fucked a number of guys, all of whom could be the father, to throw suspicion off of me, that I might have raped you. It's the only way. You have to fuck a bunch of guys, then be able to say to social services that you have no idea who the father is," I explained. She sniffled, then said, "Well, okay, Jack. You know what's best, since you're a lawyer. But how do I do it? What do I do?" "What you do is start tomorrow letting some guy he can come over here after school, and you'll pull your panties down for him. You can't be shy about it, but you can't let anybody know you're doing it. Make him think it's a secret. Then let him fuck you as many times as he wants to, but you don't have to suck him. Just say you don't like to do that," I said. "But how do I do it?" she pleaded. "You can bring them here. Tell them your mother and father aren't home, and they can come and fuck you if they're nice to you and don't tell anybody. Tell them you like them, that you'll pull your panties down for them, and teenage boys will follow you anywhere," I said. "But what will you think," she said, her eyes leaking tears. "Will you want to fuck me anymore after I've fucked someone else." I pulled her to me. "Jody," I said, "I'll want to fuck you even more, because I'll be in the next room watching on the video system I've installed." I then explained to her about using her cell phone to call me and let me know she had made a date to fuck. Then I told her that as soon as the boy had cum a couple of times, she was to hustle him out of the house. Then she should come back upstairs, and I'd fuck her again. But I also explained that it must be several boys, at least five. "When should I start?" she asked, sleepily. "Tomorrow would be good," I said, and pulled her to me to fall asleep. Chapter 11 The next day, I got a call on my cell phone around lunch time. It was Jody. "I've got a boy coming over after school," she said. My prick immediately got hard. "How old is he?" I asked. "He's 15," she said hesitantly. "His name's Derek. He's real good looking. He's captain of the swim team." "What did you say?" I asked. "I told him my parents weren't home, and that I'd pull down my panties for him if he wanted to come over after school. He kissed me and said he'd walk me home." "Okay," I said, "I'll go home now, and I'll be in my bedroom if you need me. Then I'll see you afterwards." "Okay," she said in a small voice. "I love you, Jody," I said, reassuringly. "I love you too, Jack," she said, a bit of hesitancy in her voice. "But, sweetheart," I said, "make sure he cums in you at least once, but make sure he leaves by 4:00, 'cause we don't want Marcie to walk in on you." She assented and hung up. I immediately called Marcie and told her that she was not to come home before 6:00. She knew the drill. By 2:30, I was stationed in my closet, all the video and audio equipment running, and shortly after 3:00, I heard the two enter. They came immediately up to Jody's room, as I had instructed her, and they immediately embraced, Derek's hands running over Jody's slim body. She pulled away and said, "Like I told you, these are my foster parents, and they're not home right now, so we have to get right to it." "Fine by me," the horny 15 year old said, and began stripping. Jody also began to take off her uniform, stripping quickly to her panties and training bra. Derek moved to her, wearing only bikini underwear, took her in his embrace and kissed my little darling, massaging one of her tiny breasts as he did. Then Jody broke the embrace, pulled her training bra over her head, shucked off her panties and lay back on the bed, her legs spread shamelessly, her nearly hairless cunt splayed open for her new "boyfriend." "You have to lick me first," she said in a low voice, "so I feel good and it's wet enough for you to go in." Whether Derek had ever done that before or not, he moved quickly to the task. He shucked off his shorts and moved quickly to put his tongue in Jody's cunt. Obviously, he didn't have the skill or patience to bring her off, but soon she gave him the sign by pulling him up that it was time for action. For the big jock captain of the swim team, he had a surprisingly small prick, even erect, and he fumbled to get it inside Jody. Finally, she reached down and guided him into her waiting twat, and with about a half dozen strokes, he came with shudders and moans. When he quit shooting his load in my "daughter," he lay on top of her for a moment, then rolled off, his dick already soft. "That was awesome," he moaned, his eyes still closed. Then he rolled over and began kissing Jody. Then, for some reason, he said, "Why'd you want to fuck me?" Jody was smooth. "Because you're one of the hottest guys in school, and I knew you could do it." The look on his face told it all. He was hooked. Then Jody said, "And I bet if I lick you down there, you'll be able to do it again." That would have been all it took. He started getting hard before she ever put her mouth on him, but in no time, he was back on top of her, pumping for all he was worth. This time, it took nearly ten minutes, but again, he came in her with a shudder. It was only then that it hit the boy that he had just dropped two loads of fertile seed in a girl without precaution. As he lay next to her, he suddenly asked, "You're like protected and that, right?" He paused then said, "Like you can't get pregnant, right?" "Naw," Jody said. "It's not even that time of the month." The horny teenager bought it, and I got it all on video. You could tell he might have wanted to go again, but Jody insisted, as per plan, that he put his clothes on and go, lest her parents get home. Like a young teenage boy, he vowed his love for her, then asked if they could do it again tomorrow. She said it might be a few days, but she'd slip him a note at school when they could do it again. When she finally had him out the door, she came running back upstairs, into my arms and into my bed, where we fucked like bunnies for an hour, my sperm pouring in on top of Derek's, all of it into Jody's pregnant womb. Then we worked out the plan for the next two days of Jody's "dates." That night, I put my first load in her mouth for the first time. What the heck, I thought, she's already pregnant. May as well teach her to swallow cum. Chapter 12 Next morning, I dropped Jody off at school, her panties wet with my cum as always. She promised to call me with confirmation of our plans as soon as she could arrange them. I was starting to get worried, but at around 2:00, she called me and said she'd arranged for today and tomorrow. I was in my place at shortly after 3:00 when Jody walked into her bedroom with the 14 year old son of the family three doors down. He was not an unpleasant looking kid, despite a bit of acne, but he'd always impressed me as a dweeb, not outgoing at all. Thus I knew that if an attractive girl told him she wanted to pull down her panties for him, he'd jump on it. He was obviously nervous, so Jody took the lead. "Okay, Jason," she said, turning toward him, "my parents aren't home, we're alone, so I'll undress and show you me, then you can undress and show you me. Then you can put your thing inside me, if you want to." With that, she took off her blouse, her shoes and socks, then her skirt. She stood before the nervous, but horny boy in just her training bra and pink silk panties, which I had bought her. "Now, you strip down to your panties," she said, unaware that boys call it underwear. Jason pulled off his uniform shirt, shucked off his shoes and socks, unbelted his pants and stepped out of them, leaving him in his Fruit of the Looms. Then Jody slipped her training bra over her head, revealing her tiny breasts. And then it happened, and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Jason's shorts suddenly revealed a wet spot in front, indicating that he had just shot off in his pants, just at the sight of Jody's little breasts. The look of embarrassment on his face was pathetic, and I thought he was going to flee the room. But Jody was good. She went over to him, kissed him on the lips, stuck her tongue into his mouth and placed one of his hands on one of her tits. Then she slipped her hand into his shorts and began to massage his cock back to an erection. It didn't take long, especially when she dropped to her knees, pulled his FTLs down and took his small wiener into her mouth. He was hard in no time, and she stood up and said, "Don't use it until it's inside of me." Jody laid on the bed and helped Jason guide his small hard-on into her pussy. He humped a few times before blowing a second load into Jody's little cunt. Then she told him to dress and go, but that he could come back day after tomorrow and fuck her again if he wanted to. He gratefully assented, and she pushed him out the door. Then I dumped two more loads into her pregnant 12 year old pussy. The next day, as planned, Jody brought Derek and two of his friends, Chad and Mike, over, and the three boys each took turns fucking my little 12 year old on the first go-round. Then she taught them the technique of having one of them fuck her from behind, on all fours, while she sucked the dick of another one. She finally coaxed two loads from each, in either her mouth or her cunt, then sent them packing, only to have another of my loads dumped in her pregnant cunt. Jody daily came home with one or several boys, getting her canal well lubricated with young spunk. Then one day, she was invited to Derek's house, where the boys were getting ready to use her, when Derek's drunken dad lumbered into the party, threw the boys out, and proceeded to rape the shit out of Jody. She arrived home scared and shaken, and we agreed that Derek was now officially off the list. But then a new girl came onto my list. Chapter 13 Seems things were going so well with social services that they called Marcie and asked if we could possibly put up another foster child on a temporary basis. Good old Marcie came through, though for quite self-absorbed reasons. She inquired all about the child, then came to talk to me. Seems there was an 11 year old girl they wanted to farm out to us. She was black, and her name was Terriqua, or Terri. The first location hadn't worked out – she'd been raped by the brother of the foster father – and they were so happy with the way we'd treated Jody, that they wanted us to take in another homeless child. Marcie had it all worked out when she came to me. She said she and I should go interview the child, and if I liked her, we could bring her home. She also said if we did, she wanted to start having a go at Jody, especially as she started to fill out with her pregnancy. She said she was having all manner of fantasies about sex with a pregnant 12 year old girl. She assured me I could still have my way with Jody, but that she wanted in on the fun too. Jody was continuing to fuck Jason, and Derek's two friends, Chad and Mike, were allowed over, but only to her bedroom. I felt I was now safe with social services and the law, and the idea of new, young pussy intrigued me, so I agreed to go down to social services and see what the girl looked like. Terri was, to say the least, a knock out. She was 11 years old, but she already had plump little breasts that required a training bra. She was over five and a half feet tall, lanky, but with a nice round butt. As it turned out, her natural father was white, and her mother's father had also been white, so she was a very light coffee color. Her hair was dark, but not black. It hung straight to her slender shoulders. The father, of course, had fucked her mother until she got pregnant, then disappeared like a fart in a whirlwind. The mother continued a string of men, supplementing it with welfare. Terri's face was beautiful, save for a slight scar on her left cheek from being hit by one of mama's boyfriends. Her nose was actually rather upturned, and she had a beautiful smile. My dick got hard the minute I saw her. Social services explained that she had been having trouble in school, not because she wasn't intelligent, but because she was distracted by her situation and the rather brutal rape she'd endured. The lady from the service, whispering, said it was her second rape, the other occurring from one of her mother's boyfriends, which had caused her and her sister's removal from the mother's custody. (Seems she had a 10 year old sister named Libby who had been placed successfully with another family.) We finally were left to talk to Terri, who had been told by the service what nice people we were. She was eager as hell to please us, and by the end of the day, all had been agreed. Terri was to arrive in our care in two days. She hugged both of us before we left, and I noticed Marcie give a slight caress to one of her breasts, while I made sure to get a quick feel of one of her ass cheeks. Neither she or the service woman seemed to notice. When we got back home, I took Jody into her bedroom, stripped her and fucked her silly. Then I told her about Terri coming to live with us. I described it as something we had to do to keep me safe. I said if we had declined to take in Terri, it would have looked bad. It was a lame excuse, but the pregnant girl bought it. She did ask, however, "Are you going to fuck her too?" "I'm not sure," I said, lying to her. "But if she needs somebody to make love to her, don't you think you could share?" She bit her lip, but then she said, "I guess so, as long as I know you love me and my baby." "Our baby," I said, cuddling her reassuringly. "And you know how I feel about you." I paused a minute, rubbing her pussy and breasts. "And, I think you can quit fucking anybody but me from now on." She got tears in her eyes, kissed me deeply, then got on top of me, inserted my member into her tight little twat, and fucked me one more time. And afterwards, I was able to engage her in the scheme that would get me into Terri's little twat the same way I'd gotten into hers. Chapter 14 Terri arrived carrying the same sad amount of personal belongings. I introduced her to Jody, who kissed her like a sister and told her how great it was to live in this house. Then I took one look at her tiny bag of belongings, hugged her and said to Jody, "I think we need to take this girl to the mall." Off we went, and the girls were getting along great. Terri was obviously intelligent, though not as outgoing as Jody, but I figured that would change with time. We hit the stores, me insisting that Jody help Terri pick out all she wanted. My favorite was watching her pick out tiny bras and panties. And I loved watching her being fitted for her school uniform, since I insisted that she was going to be enrolled in the same school as her "sister." Finally, Jody insisted that I pick out Terri's bathing suits. I chose a hot pink one-piece that was probably a size too small and a skimpy yellow two-piece that would set off her beautiful coffee skin. Then we headed back to go sit pool side. I had already set up the final bedroom in our house, including all the electronic and video attachments, and Jody took her upstairs. I ran and got a bottle of wine into the ice bucket, told Marcie to make herself scarce, though she really wanted to stay, then ran up and changed into my bikini Speedo. I slipped on some baggy shorts over my trunks to hide my raging hard-on, slipped on a t-shirt, then ran down to join the girls, who had already arrived at the pool. Per plan, Jody had encouraged Terri to wear the two- piece, and if possible, my dick got harder. Her plump little breasts were a contrast to Jody's. They weren't much bigger, also requiring only a training bra to hold them in, but they were rounder and fatter. Jody's were more like cones, even though they'd started to grow a bit with her pregnancy. They stood out like two jewels on her thin torso. Her hair glistened in the sunshine, and the tiny bottom of the suit actually allowed a goodly portion of her ass cheeks to hang out. But she was seemingly unaware of the sexual spectacle she was. We all immediately jumped into the water and began to frolic. Terri, however, admitted that she'd never learned how to swim. Jody and I told her that we'd teach her in a short time, and giving her the first training allowed me to hold her nubile body. I teaching her how to float and how to stretch out on her stomach, I was quite bold in touching her boobs and her ass. I even got my hand into her crotch a couple of times. She never seemed to notice, or at least never flinched, turned away, or met my eye. She also looked at the hard bump in the front of my tiny trunks a couple of times, but never seemed to give it notice positive or negative. After a bit of "training," I told her the biggest thing about swimming was that you had to be able to put your head under the water. So I cajoled her into lowering our heads under the water, but I told her she must keep her eyes open. She balked for a bit, but finally, under urging from me and Jody, we all made to sit down on the pool bottom. She knew how to hold her breath, and we went under. She seemed to be smiling, and Jody went over and pressed her lips to Terri's for a moment. I did the same, and we all burst out of the water laughing. We horse-played for a little while longer, me getting a chance to touch both Jody's and Terri's privates, when I suggested we get out and sun ourselves for a while. They agreed, running for the sun-tan oil. I insisted on applying it to them and they to me. I did Jody first, also dressed in her two-piece suit, rubbing oil up between her legs, all over her back and everything but on her tits on the front. Then I repeated the process on Terri, getting up between her thighs and actually brushing her crotch. I also managed to brush one of her breasts when I was doing her stomach and shoulders. Then, when she rolled over, since her ass cheeks were swelling out of her suit, I managed to massage them as well. When it came to my turn, Jody, as plan, wanted to do my back. She publicly rubbed my ass while applying the oil. Then I turned over, and Terri tentatively rubbed oil on my chest. She seemed to avoid getting much lower, so I told her I needed some on my face as well. She put some on her hands, bent over, and began to massage it into my cheeks. She was close, and I just raised up and kissed her briefly on the lips. "Welcome to your new home, darling," I said, and lay back down. She didn't pull away. In fact she thanked me, then moved down and began to apply the oil to my legs. She began at my feet, but she moved up rapidly, finishing, after I had obligingly spread my thighs, by actually touching the bottom of my brief trunks. I was starting to get the feeling that this wasn't going to be as tough as I thought it was. Jody took the lounger two down from mine, so Terri was next to me. I opened the wine and asked her if she'd like some. She looked at me and smiled that pretty smile she had. "I'd love some wine, and even some pot, if you have some," she said in a low voice. Jody jumped up and high-fived her. "You go, girl!" she exclaimed. I wasn't shocked, but I wasn't unhappy either. "Look, girls," I admonished, "just because I let you have a little wine doesn't mean I'm going to let you do drugs." Terri just looked at me. "Well, okay," she said. "I just figured that somebody with this house, this pool and all would probably smoke a joint, but I guess I'm wrong, and I'm sorry. You been real nice to me all day, and I didn't mean nothing by it." Jody started laughing. "Dad, I've seen you smoke pot!" she shrieked. This hadn't been planned, but it was perfect. I looked shamefaced, and the girls lapsed into giggles. "All right," I finally said. "I do smoke some from time to time. And I guess it's not any worse than having some wine." "Naw, dad," Jody said. "It just makes us have a better time." "All right," I said again. "You girls lie here and sip your wine, and I'll go get a joint." As I stood, however, I took off my sunglasses and stared at them menacingly. "But if either of you ever says anything to the social services ladies, I'll go to jail and you'll go to state institutions. Are we clear?" They both agreed, and I went to get the joint I'd rolled last night. I hadn't expected it to be used with Terri, but what the heck. Jody, however, followed me in, under the pretense of needing to use the bathroom. While I was rummaging under my mattress for the joint, Jody came in. "She's really cool," the pregnant 12 year old said. "I told her all about life here, and how neat you and Marcie are, and she's real excited about being here, and I told her about the pool, and how we have wine and all, and she really came out and asked me if you smoked pot, and so I told her yes." By this time, I'd come up with the joint, and she was all over me, kissing me and rubbing my hard-on. When she'd finished her kiss, she looked at me quizzically and asked, "If you fuck her, you're still going to fuck me, aren't you?" I kissed her deeply, rubbing her crotch. "I told you I would, Jody, my wife to be," I said, kissing her again. She then pulled me into the bathroom, pulled down her bottom, sat on the toilet, pulled my cock out of my trunks, stuck it in her mouth, began to suck and began to pee at the same time. I darned near came in her mouth, but I pulled out in time to save it, hopefully for Terri. Jody grinned, wiped herself, pulled up her bottom, then asked if I'd remembered matches. As we walked back to the pool, she said, coolly, "Oh, and by the way, she's already getting her period. Chapter 15 When we got back poolside, Terri was lying on her stomach. She rolled over when we approached, took a sip of her wine and smiled broadly at the sight of the joint I held in my hand. "Have you smoked a lot of weed?" I asked, as we all huddled to light the joint. "Yeah," she said, "I could get it around the house from mama or her boyfriends pretty easy." "How old were you when you first started to smoke?" I asked. "Oh, I've been smoking pot since I was about seven," she said matter of factly. "And I've done cocaine too." Jody was stunned. "What's cocaine like?" she blurted. "Oh, it's great," Terri cooed. "It makes everything seem better. Except you can't sleep." I was also somewhat taken aback. Even though I was sharing wine and marijuana with a 12 year old and an 11 year old, I felt it necessary to give a short lecture. "Look, girls, and Jody you know this, I have a couple of rules I insist on around here." I looked into Terri's eyes. "You can have a very good life here, and I'll make it as enjoyable for all of us as I can. But you're here at the whim of social services, and if they think for a minute that I or Marcie are not good parents, you'll be back in some orphanage in a heart beat. What we do here at home must stay here at home. In public, you must go to school and do well there. And you can't get into trouble or do drugs in public. If we have a little fun here at home, okay. But I'm in charge, and I say what goes." I turned to Jody. "Haven't I been good to you, sweetheart." "Oh yes, dad," she said, and she turned to Terri, who was taking her first toke from the joint. "Jack is a great dad. You'll love living here. The rules aren't strict, but you have to keep them." Terri let out a puff of pot smoke, looked at me and said, "I know. I know I come from a really bad home, and this is like a mansion to me. I'll be good and only do the things you say I can. They told me at the services that you were the best family taking in kids and that I was lucky to come here. I won't cause no trouble, I promise." I smiled at her. "I know you won't, sweetheart," I said. Then I impulsively leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. Just as impulsively, I put my tongue to her lips, and she opened her mouth. I was immediately involved in a deep tongue kiss with my new 11 year old daughter. I stopped there for the time being, though her smile was radiant when I broke off the kiss. Jody was smiling too. We finished the joint and the wine, and by then we were all pretty high. As planned, Marcie called around that time. I went into the house to get the phone, leaving the girls to talk and giggle under the influence. It was pre-arranged that Marcie "would be staying at her sister's" that night so I could have the girls to myself. I'd also pre-arranged the signs with Jody so that I could get Terri alone, but now I thought that was going to be easier than I thought. I let the girls talk awhile, pretending to be on the phone on business. When I saw them get back in the pool, I rejoined them for some more horseplay. I first made it obvious to Terri that Jody was totally comfortable with me touching and fondling her small breasts. I also made it plain that Jody was also comfortable with an occasional tongue kiss. Then Jody made it a bit of the horseplay to grab my crotch, and I to run my hand into hers, ostensibly to "tickle" her. She'd squeal and dash away. Then I grabbed Terri and kissed her again. It was a much longer kiss this time, and I simply put my hand on one of her small breasts and rubbed it as I kissed her. She didn't flinch and inch. So I moved it into her crotch, and she spread her legs to allow it. I rubbed a little, and she dissolved into giggles and moved away like Jody had. We played a little more grab-ass, me literally fondling their young behinds, and, at one point, Terri distinctly rubbed my hard-on. Finally, we all got out of the pool, and as I toweled off, I said, "I feel really greasy. I'm going to get a shower." "I feel greasy too," Terri said, eyeing me in just the way I wanted. As planned, Jody, eyeing both of us, said, "I think I'm going to stay out here a little longer and use the suntan oil. But you two go ahead." I took Terri's hand in mine and lead her into the house. As we went in, she said, "I really am grateful to be here. You're really nice to me, and I promise to be good." At the foot of the stairs, I turned to her and said, "I know you will, sweetheart." I held her to me, bent and kissed her long and deeply, while kneading one of those delightful tiny boobs. When I broke off the kiss, I looked into her eyes and said, "Why don't we share a shower?" She didn't say anything in that moment, so I laughed and said, "It'll save water." She laughed too then, and we ran up the stairs, me groping her bottom as she giggled. I lead her into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Then I turned to Terri and slowly pulled the top of her bathing suit up over her head, revealing those beautiful breasts for the first time. They were indeed tiny but fat globes. The breasts were the same light color as the rest of her body, but the aureoles were small but very dark. Her tiny nipples weren't long, but they were quite erect now, and seemed to get tighter as I touched them and kissed her again. Her breathing was somewhat irregular, and I had to overcome the instinct to drag her straight to the bed. But, instead, I bent and slid her bikini bottom down to her ankles, and she stepped out of it. Surprisingly, there was a dark bush on her pubic area, though no more than a half inch across. But to my delight, her labia were bare. I stood up and kissed her again, but this time, my hand went to her crotch, and she assisted me by slightly spreading her legs. I inserted a finger into her slit and found her already moist. My finger slid into her hole with ease, and I felt her tight, warm, wet sex for the first time. I probed deeply as I continued the kiss with the pretty, black 11 year old. I knew she was no stranger to sex, but I wanted to make this her first time being made love to by a man who wanted to make her feel good. I also knew the wine and pot were making her feel even more sensual. I stepped back and removed my suit, releasing my raging hard-on. I knew I was probably nothing compared to the two black studs who had raped her, and quite frankly, I thought I caught a glimpse of relief in her eyes when she saw my six incher. It was small and white, but it was hard as a rock and actually throbbing to be exposed here to this beautiful black 11 year old girl, knowing soon it would be buried in that tight little twat with the cute little bush on top. We didn't speak as I took her hand and lead her into the shower. We got under the warm flood, and I took the soap and began to lather her front, taking obvious time on her small breasts. She continued to look into my eyes, and I kissed her a few more times as my soapy hand massaged her between the legs. Then I turned her around and soaped her back. Then I ran my hands up and down the length of her beautiful back, always ending in kneading her round little bottom. I also ran the soap into her ass crack, followed by a finger that traced back from her pussy hole to her ass hole. She finally broke the silence with almost a moan, as she said, "That feels good." I washed her legs, her face, then shampooed her hair. Then it was her turn. She soaped my chest, but then went immediately to washing my dick. I allowed it for a few moments, but I knew I'd come if she did it much longer, and I knew where I wanted that first load to go. I said, "Let me finish up, sweetheart. You go ahead and get out. The towels are in the rack, and there are hairbrushes and other things you need by the sink." Terri smiled up at me, then opened the shower door and got out. I loved the sight of that sweet little behind as she left. I continued to shower off, washing my hair as well. When I stepped out, Terri was standing in front of the mirror, combing out her beautiful long hair, a towel now concealing that beautiful young body. We smiled and giggled a bit, joking a bit as I toweled off and brushed my own hair down. I didn't bother to conceal my nudity, including my throbbing dick. Then I took her hand and lead into the bedroom. As we stood by the bed, I removed the towel, again revealing those wonderful little breasts and that cute little bush. Now she looked at me. "Should we do this, Jack, er, dad?" she asked, suddenly getting a look of doubt on her face. "I mean what if Marcie or Jody should come in?" I kissed her lightly, then said, "Marcie's away at her sister's tonight, and Jody know not to come into this bedroom without permission. It's all right, sweetheart. I want to make love to you." She pulled herself tightly to me. "I want to too," she whispered, "but I don't want it to hurt." I pushed her gently away and sat her down on the edge of the bed, feeling those lovely little titties as I did. "I know you've been hurt," I said, my hard cock being now at about the level of her mouth. "But I can show you how to have a lot of fun with your body and mine. Do it the right way." She hesitated for a moment, then said, "Okay. I've loved you from the moment I saw you." Ah the impressionable 11 year old. I stood her up again and pulled back the covers. She slipped in, and I moved in beside her, pulling the covers over us as I did. I took her slender body in my arms. I pulled her to me, kissing her deeply, as one hand slid between her legs and the other took one of her small breasts into it. She obligingly spread her legs, and I again slipped a finger into her now sopping hole. I began to slowly finger fuck her ever so slightly, and I began to feel her hips move ever so gently at the stimulation. When I broke off the kiss, I went into my plan. "Terri, I know you've been raped. They told us at social services. They said twice, and I know that must have been painful for you. Why don't you tell me about those experiences, so I can show you the difference when a man really loves you." Just as with Jody, I wanted to hear about her other sexual experiences in order to heighten my own when I finally dumped a load in her fertile little pussy. Chapter 16 And just like Jody, she teared up and whimpered a little. But having a finger in your cunt seems to calm down young girls, and she began to talk. "Well, actually, I guess I've been raped five times," she began to my surprise, "well, I guess you could say forced to do things five times." "How old were you when the first one happened?" I asked, now totally hooked. "I was six," she sniffled, "and one of mama's boyfriends made me take off my panties. Then he licked me, then he pulled his thing out and made me lick it, then he pushed me down on the bed and held it against my pussy and rubbed it until his cream came out, and it hurt, and I cried, but mama told me to hush and let him do it. Then I had to lick him some more before mama let me wash myself and put my panties back on." Well, mama obviously put her man's pleasure before her daughter's welfare, I thought. "Then the guy did again a couple of days later, so I went to my aunt's to get away from him," Terri went on. "But when I told her, her boyfriend must have heard me, because the next day, when my aunt was out, he made me do the same thing, except this time, when he got ready to make his cream, he made me let him do it in my mouth." I hugged her closely. "I'm sorry they forced you, baby," I consoled, all the while fingering her wet little twat, kneading her tiny breast and getting ready to fuck her silly. "When was the next time?" "When I was 9," she whimpered. "That first boyfriend of mama's that did it to me got shot, so I left my aunt's and moved back to mama's. And I wanted to be with Libby, because I figured she needed protection. And mama promised not to have anymore boyfriends, so things were okay for a few years, even though we didn't have any money that mama didn't spend on booze or cocaine. The people from the service threatened to take me and Libby away several times, but mama always talked them out of it. I tried to get mama to quit, and she'd say she would, but she never did." "Then what happened?" I asked, trying to get her back to the sexual parts. "Well, then mama took up with another man, this Mexican guy, and one night, he and mama got drunk and high, and she passed out. He pulled me onto the couch, ripped my clothes off and forced his thing into me. It hurt so bad. I was screaming and crying, but mama was passed out, and Libby was screaming and crying too. He made his cream in me, and he was about to do it again when the cops came. I guess somebody heard me screaming, and they arrested him and mama and took me and Libby to one of those institutions." "I've heard about those from Jody," I said, delighted by the fact that, though she was describing horrible sex crimes, her hand was now resting lightly on my hard-on. "Yeah," she continued, "you had to always be afraid of the janitors, and there were some girls in there who wanted you to do things, like lick them. Then I was sent to a foster home in Compton, but Libby couldn't come with me, they said. But she ended up in Riverside with some nice people. You'll let me call her, won't you?" "Of course I will, my darling" I soothed, and of course thinking of a 10 year old who might be as pretty as Terri. "In fact, we can probably arrange a visit." Then I wanted the conclusion to the story. "What happened to you then?" "Well, the man and his wife were nice, but that had this son of their own, he was seventeen. And one day when they were out with the other foster child they had, a boy who was 7, Rollie, that was his name, came into my room and told me he was going to beat me up if I didn't take off my clothes and let him rape me. He told me he knew I wasn't a virgin, and he made me strip, lie on the bed, and he pushed his thing in me and fucked me until he made his cream in me. Then he told me he'd kill me if I told anybody. So I cleaned up, went down to the store on the corner and called the police. They arrested Rollie, and now I'm afraid what he'll do if he gets out." I stroked her breast and said, "Don't worry about him, sweetheart. He can't get to you now." She looked up at me, her dark brown eyes pleading. "Do you promise?" "Of course I do," I said, and kissed her deeply. "Then I'll let you do whatever you want," she said. Well, there was the invitation I'd been waiting for. Chapter 17 I kissed her deeply again, then said, "I'm going to make you feel better than you've ever felt in your life." She giggled, still under the influence of the wine and pot. "I already do," she said. "Well wait," I said, and I slid back the covers. Her slender body was beautiful, and I began to kiss it, starting on her ear, then her neck, then down to those wonderful little titties. She moaned and giggled alternately as I had my first taste of those small breasts. Her tiny nipples were hard as rocks, and she put her hand on the back of my head and held me to them as I kissed, licked and nibbled them. "Ooooh," she moaned, "that feels so good. Nobody's ever done that to me before." And I thought, just wait. I disengaged my head from her clutch and kissed down her flat, thin stomach, stopping to lick her naval. Then I had my tongue in her tiny bush, which was still damp and smelled of soap. I licked among the sparse by wiry hairs, getting the first smell of pussy. Then I got up, moved down between her legs, spread her thin girl-like legs wide apart, and got my first good look at her young snatch. As they say, whatever color it is on the outside, it's all pink on the inside. Her labia were the same coffee color as the rest of her gorgeous young body, but the inside of that beautiful snatch was as pink as a rose, and oozing pussy juice. I dove in like a hungry man, burying my tongue immediately into her hole. She gasped and bucked, but I already had a firm hold on those round buttocks, so my tongue stayed in. Her fragrance, though different from Jody, was just as sweet and fresh, and I began to lap it up with all my effort. "Ooooh." Terri moaned, reaching down to clutch my hair again, mashing her tiny twat against my face. "Go ahead and put it in," she groaned. But I was nowhere near ready to fuck her. I moved my mouth up to suck in her small but erect clit into it, while I slipped a finger into her hole to replace my tongue. I began to furiously suck and lick her clit, while finger fucking her at the same rate. She responded by gasping and bucking, and I could tell she was beginning to enter her first orgasm. I slipped my finger out and rubbed her wetness around her small anal opening, gently working to finally penetrate into her ass hole. When my finger entered her tight little opening, she went into orgasm lock. Her legs clamped around my ears, and she began moving up and down on my whole head, while holding tightly in my hair. She was moaning and gasping, with a small shriek from time to time. Her little clit was actually throbbing in my mouth, and I continued to lick and nibble on it as she went through orgasm after orgasm. She showed no signs of stopping, and I was starting to wonder if I was ever going to get to fuck her. I decided to remove my finger from her ass to see if that would calm her down. Then I stopped licking her clit as aggressively, just gently licking it. Her back finally returned to the bed, where it hadn't been since she started to come, and her legs relaxed their death grip on my head. Her hands went from clutching my hair to caressing it. She was breathing heavily, but she was coming down. I finally removed my head from between her legs, my face wet with her pussy juice. I moved up over her and kissed her deeply, letting her taste her own juice on my tongue. My hard-on was in overdrive as it hung over her tight little stomach, a belly in which I hoped to place a baby as soon as possible. I looked into her eyes, and we smiled at each other. "Did I lie to you?" I asked. "Oh, no," she whispered. "I've never felt like that before." Then she put her arms around my neck and pulled me back to a deep kiss. When we were finished, she said in a low tone, "I love you, daddy." "I love you too, Terri," I replied. "Can I make you feel good now?" she asked. "Do you want to put it inside me?" "I do, darling," I said. "Do you want to make your cream in me?" she asked. "I do, darling," I again replied. "Will I get pregnant if you do?" she asked. "You might already be pregnant by Rollie," I said, the thought only then occurring to me. "No," she said, shaking her head slightly. "I've already had my period since then." "When did it end?" I asked. "About a week ago," Terri said. "Well, then you might get pregnant," I said, "but I have to come inside you." "It's okay if you do it," she said. And I was off to the races. "Take my dick in your hand and guide it to your pussy," I instructed. She did as she was told, as I maneuvered over her to assume position. She guided the head to her hole, then, to my surprise, spread her legs as far apart as she could and shoved about two inches into her little cunt. It was tight in there, but I easily slid the rest of my hard-on deep into her 11 year old twat. Her pussy felt like wet velvet, and she grabbed my ass cheeks and held on tightly. She wanted me, and I was ready to give it. I raised up on my elbows so I could look at her eyes and her small chest as I began to pump in and out of her tiny pussy. Her eyes were tightly shut, and her little titties bobbed slightly up and down as I drove into her. Her hips were actually moving in rhythm to mine. How could an 11 year old be so good at sex? It didn't take me more than a couple of minutes to dump the huge load of seed that had been building up in me since I'd first seen Terri in her bathing suit. But the more startling thing was that the little vixen actually had another orgasm as I filled her up with come. She wrapped her long legs around me and clutched my buns as she moaned and bucked to what had to be at least her fourth or fifth orgasm. This was a wild one, and I was looking forward to using her. Chapter 18 After we had kissed a bit and had used our tongues to clean each other's sex organs, I made the excuse of going downstairs to get some more wine. Jody had already showered and was ready to join us. As I opened the bottle, she asked for details, and I told her. Terri was surprised to have a naked Jody join us in bed for more wine and conversation. And it was cute to watch the girls play with each other's sex parts. They even began kissing. Finally, I got them to 69 each other, and I knew we had a great trio going. Both girls came explosively, since it was the first time either had had a girl. I knew Marcie was going to be pleased, since I had videotaped the whole thing. That's when we revealed to Terri that Jody was pregnant with my baby and that I hoped to do the same to her. She agreed whole-heartedly, saying she wanted to be part of our family. We explained how would deal with the matter so that social services would not have me arrested. Terri even agreed to that. Then I explained that once it could no longer be hidden that Jody was pregnant, Marcie and I were going to move to adopt both girls and Jody's baby. Then we would move so that when it became apparent that Terri was also pregnant, we'd be able to explain that too. I actually had some cocaine, so we all did some lines. Cocaine's effect on me is to make me excessively horny and constantly hard. I fucked Terri twice more, though turning down her request to do it in her ass, since I wanted all my sperm in her pussy. I promised her to do it after she tested positive on the pregnancy test. Terri was also amazing at how quickly she could reach orgasm once I got her clit in my mouth. And unlike Jody, she came nearly every time I penetrated her. Marcie also became intimate with the girls now. She had always shaved her pussy, and it made it more appetizing for the girls to lick. She also introduced them to vibrators, which she would insert in herself and them as they licked her titties. I kept on fucking Terri for another month before the stick finally turned blue. By this time, Jody's belly was too big for the social services people not to know, so I announced to them that Jody had been fooling around and had gotten pregnant. I actually convinced them that we were the noble ones in the piece, since we would not let her have an abortion and that we would take care of all of them. They agreed to the adoption, and we got ready to move to Colorado, telling social services that Marcie had gotten a job offer there, and that I would move my practice as well. Except that Terri tearfully demanded that we take her sister Libby as well. We arranged a "visit" by Libby. Libby's father was black, so she looked much blacker than her sister. She was 10 years old, but already had little titty buds. Her ass was much rounder than Terri's, and she had a much more African face. But she was cute and lively. I agreed, in a deep private conversation with Terri, that we would include Libby in our "family" if she promised to arrange that I could fuck Libby, who it seems was a virgin. Libby arrived at our place and was immediately whisked up to Terri's room. Over an hour later, Terri came down to my study and said it was ready, but that Libby didn't have her period yet. I went up and found the 10 year old naked in bed, ready to have her cherry popped. Seems Terri had convinced her with the reward of coming with us to Colorado. She came almost instantly, like her sister, and I was in her in a heart beat. She cried and whimpered how much it hurt, which made it all the sexier for me. I came in her three times that night, leaving her sore and crying in the morning. But we made the arrangements to have her included in our party, and she soon was able to take me without too much pain. We moved to Colorado with all of our new "children," but Marcie, for whatever reason, became bored with sex with children. She met another lesbian in Denver, and they left us to move to San Francisco. We never hear from them. I then made a couple of big real estate deals and got enough money together to move up into the mountains where our little "family" wouldn't be so conspicuous. As Jody's belly grew, it also grew more fun to fuck her. The same soon became true with Terri, who had likewise fucked a bunch of boys in order to get me off the hook. Jody, Libby and I enjoyed watching those fuck sessions while we got each other off. I found an obstetrician, one who was in ill repute for accusations of fondling patients, who could keep a secret. Besides paying his bills, he kept quiet on the basis that I let him fuck one of the girls on a weekly basis. Jody delivered a beautiful baby girl, whom we named Lacey and who was delivered at home and never was issued a birth certificate. From that moment on, I enjoyed sucking at Jody's tits while she massaged my pecker. Then I'd either fuck her or one of the other girls. I especially liked fucking Terri from behind, rubbing her big belly and swollen little tits, while sucking Jody's tit, while Libby fingered my asshole. Terri also delivered a girl, a coffee colored beauty, whom we named Julia. I can't wait for my little girls to get a little older. Oh, and guess what pretty black 11 year old just tested positive on a pregnancy test? END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 35