The CAS Experiment: Chapter 4 - The Cock or the Egg?
by Kamkat
I'd warned Cas to forget it, but I didn't take my own advice. Somehow, thanks to the interjection of her spontaneous idea, I began thinking seriously of what she'd actually proposed. It was true I hadn't dated often enough - thanks in large part to the intensity and long hours of my work, and perhaps this is what caused me to turn to a little girl for my depraved sexual gratification.
I never thought of myself as a pedophile before, but now, after I'd met Cassie, I didn't see how I could ever reverse my new-found preferences. Her age, her petite size, her angelic-like beauty… and most of all, her sublime, blissful innocence, had totally captivated my soul!
I realized, quite sheepishly, that every climax I'd had with Cassie, a mere seven-year-old girl, had individually and collectively been the strongest and most erotic events I'd ever experienced in the duration of my entire adult life. Of course, our relationship was doomed. After all, with her, I was only "testing" a subject's reactions to my subliminal-motivational computer program… She was only my test "subject," wasn't she?
Which came first? The rooster or the egg? CAS my project, or Cas my temptress? Who, or what, had seduced whom first? Had the program actually worked, or had she only done what she would have done otherwise? How could I be positively sure?
Eventually, after many whiskeys long into the night, there was no use in deluding myself any further. I was truly infatuated with Cas, and not just with her, but with little girls in general, those between hers to that dreadful age they lost their childish innocence, when they ovulated and pined for boys to date and paw them, when they became self-conscious about their bodies and hid them in layers of bras, panties, slips, or awkward "cover-up" clothing. When they "fit in," because they worried what their peers would think about them, and listened to adults who whispered dire warnings and deeply-rooted fears of misbehavior into their pretty, empty, ready-to-be-filled little heads.
She wasn't mine. Eventually she'd grow out of her infatuation with me, with the novelty of this "puppy-love" sex I'd introduced her to. She would become lost to me when she turned twelve, if not sooner. There was no way of keeping her pristine, youthful, eager and fresh - as innocent as these fleeting few days we shared - unless…
Unless I took her suggestion seriously. What if I WERE to marry Ms. Barton? (I didn't even know her first name!)
Who was this woman, actually? What was SHE like? Could I even like her, much less, learn to live with her? She already had three kids - where did they come from? What was the story of HER life? More importantly, what would she think of ME, once she knew what I REALLY coveted most from her - her little girl for sex whenever we felt like it!
This last alcoholic induced line of tortured thinking presented me with a whole new set of complications, and with them, an idea related to what I'd been working on all along…
Sometime long after midnight, after how many more drinks I won't venture to guess, the bright idea hit me like a jolt from an electric socket: Why not test my program on an unsuspecting adult? Who, after all, had I been fooling? Here I was testing the damn thing on a fresh, blank little mind - and yes! It worked! That much I was sure of by now. It worked beyond my wildest dreams! But why shouldn't it? Children were naturally susceptible to sugar-coated suggestions.
But I was supposed to be developing it for the military, for use on more experienced-hardened ADULT minds, those who had seen and done so much more than a formidable child. Ultimately, I HAD to test it on an adult. I HAD to see if a fully-grown adult could be directed to behave - willingly - in a manner they'd never anticipated, never thought of, or ever remotely conceived - not even in their wildest dreams! And what better opportunity presented itself serendipitously once again than the one my little test subject had so innocently suggested? Cas's mother would be a perfect candidate!
I've always recognized I work best under extreme pressure… under deadlines, lofty goals, and unreasonable challenges. This was one of those times.
In the wee hours of the morning I rewrote and recompiled my code. I added several enhancements, fine-tuned and made its undercurrent of suggestions more potently attractive, AND I made it "smart" enough to target both sexes of any age group. I even miniaturized the "loader" program to fit on a floppy disk, so that, by itself, it was small enough to be computer virus payload, if I ever found the need.
What drove me to such extremes was the need to know Cas's mother a whole lot better. I knew she had a personal PC in their home. Cas had mentioned she and her brother used it occasionally to do their homework. Mom used it to pay the bills (and who knew what else after the kids had gone to bed?)
Now all I needed was my little "Trojan Horse" to carry it on home with her after she visited this afternoon. As soon as I got John off to school, I slept through the rest of the day.
I awoke to kisses - little wet, kisses all over my face, ears, neck, and down my bare chest, over my belly, lower still. My groin instantly stirred. "Wha-the. Cassie! What are YOU doing here?"
She giggled merrily as she replied, "I'm waking you UP silly! You were all soft and squishy when you were sleeping, but your cock woke right up when it saw that I was here! Even BEFORE you noticed!"
"How... how did you get in? Whe... Where are the boys?" I asked stupidly, surprised and more than a bit alarmed to awake to a more wonderful dream, only to worry of consequences that take form in the harsh realms of reality. Yet here she was, bare-assed naked, lying beside me in my bed, under my covers, and snuggling up close beside me as if this were quite the normal, everyday occurrence!
"Oh! They went over to our house to play. Mom won't be home with Maggie for a couple-a hours, so I told 'em you said it was okay for me to play our game on your puter, even if you were upstairs sound asleep. After they left, I came up here to play with you! Its okay, isn't it?" She asked tentatively, pleadingly, her eyes flashing hints of doubtful apprehension.
"Yeah, of course, honey! I'm glad you woke me up. I really wanted to see you today!"
"You DID? I've been practicin' Jake! I practiced with those rubber dickies you gave me! I can get the big one all up inside my butt now. In fact, I slept with it in there all last night!" She grinned her naughty little smile after saying that. "But I can only get the little one in my pussy hole. The big one hurts too much to put it there, BUT!" She bounced in her enthusiasm next to me, "I got the little one waaaay up inside with the other one in back, an' I wiggled it around like you said - an' it felt REALLY good like you told me, an' it made me pee. Ah. CUM all over my sheet!"
"It felt that good, huh?"
"Yeah! That little one is the same size as Billy's dick - he calls his a 'dick!' I guess he could fuck me there okay, huh?"
"Yeah, he probably could. John too, I suppose - and maybe John AND Billy, one in each hole - especially now, since you found out how good it feels!" I suggested. "But how do you know what your brother's dick looks like? Did he wiggle on it last night for you again?"
"I tricked him after dinner!" Cassie whispered, like she was confiding a dirty secret to me. I played along. "How'd you do that?"
"After dinner I went upstairs and went into the bathroom, but I left the door unlocked. I knew he needed to pee, but I pretended I hadda poop so I pulled up my dress and sat on the toilet. Pretty soon he's knockin' at the door tellin' me I gotta get out 'cause he's gotta pee real bad! I knew mom was downstairs, so I told him to come on in and do it. I never let him see me on the toilet or naked before, so he just stood there, lookin' all bug-eyed at my pussy. I told him if he hadda go so bad he could pee between my legs, and I opened them real wide so he could see inside my pussy an' everything! So, he did it! His dick got all hard from him looking at my pussy like yours does when he was peeing, and he missed and peed all over my legs and my pussy, but I just laughed when he was doin' it. I told him to let me hold it for him and he did. I moved it back and forth like I did with yours and he got all red in the face and pulled his pants up and ran away."
"Maybe you made him feel SO good, he just had to go and see if he could make it squirt some cum!" I told her, smiling confidentially. She solemnly nodded her head as she gripped my cock in her tiny fist, beginning to stroke me, "Yeah, I think so." She said.
"So you slept with the big cock stuck up your ass all night long, huh?"
"Uh-huh. But the battery ran out." She replied mournfully. "I dreamed it was yours, Jake, but it stopped wiggling inside after I fell asleep."
"Ready to try the real thing?"
"You bet!"
"Roll over on your tummy, then. Stick your ass up and spread those freckly legs of yours apart real wide."
"Like this?"
"Good girl!"
It was easier this time. The dildo was only six-inches long, including its battery cap handle, so I figure she'd gotten about five of those up into herself before she ran out of space to hold the thing with. Because of this, the first five-inches of my journey were pre-plowed, so to speak, and I pushed and squeaked it in with the help of some spit and pussy juice until I met with her rectal resistance.
"Uh.! Is it IN yet, Jake? It FEELS like I'm all filled up with your cock!" Cassie grunted, as she flicked her clitty frantically with two fingers.
"Just about, babe. This last part may hurt a little, but grit your teeth and we'll be ready to fuck like bunnies in no time." I told her.
I gripped her hips with both hands as I raised her ass up to meet my downward plunge, and then, to spare her the slow, painful process, I dropped myself down on her like a pile-driver, ramming my last five inches down through her quivering frame.
"AAAAA-Ahhhhhhh-AAAAHH!" She screamed as my hips finally slapped soundly against her half-mooned cheeks. "AGHhhhhh! JAKE!!! That HURTS Jake! Take it out - Take it OUT!!!" she yelled.
"Hold on kitten, the worst part is all over - it's all the way inside you right now. Just relax and get used to it." Her body was slippery with sweat. She shook in my hands like a trembling leaf, like she was feeling the throes of childbirth. I gave her several minutes to catch her breath and try squirming her backside against me, and then I slowly extracted my tubular meat from her tortured stretched-open canal.
"OOOOOuuuuuu! Jake, I feel you pulling it OUT! OH! I feel like I'm making a big poop!"
"Don't worry kid, it's just me, but it feels the same way, doesn't it? There! Feel better now?"
"Oh-YEAH Jake! THAT felt REALLY good! Do it again - see if it goes back inside again!"
So we began the fuck - slowly at first, allowing her to expand her rectum and feeling it straighten itself out from its natural coiled position into the straight-tunneled corridor I needed to drive my pipe through. Once she caught on to the rhythm of my pistoning hips, she fulfilled her part of the act like a natural - rocking her butt back to meet me, jerking and twisting her hips to massage the full length of my hot stabbing prick that imbedded itself so deeply in her aching loins. Her back arched and bucked at my every thrust, her vocal grunts accompanied each muscular anal contraction, as her incredibly tight rectum squeezed and milked my cock. It was as if she'd been practiced at performing this role of the human reproductive act for thousands - no, millions of evolutionary years!
I quickened my pace and she matched my thrust for thrust. My heavy balls slapped through the gap of her open legs, smacked her drooling slit, and spanked the back of her hand as she fiercely rubbed and flicked her raw clitty - straining to attain that pinnacle of her desperate gratification.
When she came, I was unprepared for the effect of her delightful uniqueness. Because of our inter-locked bodily position, when her contractions began, she pulled me down into the depths of her belly, and there she froze at the peak of her climax, suspended in time to all physical or mental awareness, until something snapped - her muscles twitched, and she spurt a gushing flood of hot, streaming cum from her clenched pussy lips, dousing my twitching nuts. It felt as if they'd been plopped in a basket of flaming-hot cooking oil - ready for deep-fat frying!
I howled and reacted instantly, slamming my body upon her, my spontaneous reaction aimed at capping her spraying stream from boiling my cum-filled constricted balls. My cock plunged down into the central core of her, and erupted its steamy spouts of my cum in a copious, jetting spray.
I heard myself yelling. Yelling over the howl of her own yelps and screams as we twisted, humped and came urgently together. "Oh GOD! OH-FUCK!" I screamed. "UHHHH! - AHHHH!" She grunted and squealed through clenched teeth. It doesn't really matter who said what - we were totally out of it, to be sure - caught in that riptide of mutual lust.
Later on, when it was over, and we lay in the slippery warm puddle of our intermixed bodily wine, I rolled her head to the side to admire her beautiful smiling face wrapped in a wreath of flaming red curls. "You are QUITE the ass-fucker TOO, aren't you?"
"Ummmm. That was like heaven, Jake!" She cooed. "I still feel your heart beating through your cock in my tummy!" she added. "It feels SO good there! I could go to sleep like this, and keep you inside me all day!"
"As much as I'd like that too, sweetheart, I have to make you go home pretty soon. You're still just a little girl, and you don't belong here with me, you know."
"Why can't I, Jake? If you married my mommy, we could be together like this every day FOREVER!"
"Honey, I don't even KNOW your mom well enough to marry her! Like, what's her name? I don't even know that!"
"Her name is Felicity. She says that means 'happiness.' See? You could be happy married to mom and me! We even have a cute little baby sister you can play with, and Billy and John could be brothers since they're already best friends! See? It would be perfect Jake!" She pleaded with me for my agreement.
Her augments were enticing, but for other reasons as well - reasons she wouldn't fully understand at this time in her innocent young life.
"Well, I tell ya what then." I proposed, seemingly capitulating to her pleas, "We'll see if she lets you guys sleep over this weekend. If she says it's okay, maybe when she drops you off on Saturday, we'll have a talk together and see if we can go out to get to know each other better. How's that for a plan?"
"Oh goodie!" She beamed. "I'll make SURE she says yes!"
"Okay then, but I have one other favor I need you to do for me. Your mom has a computer, doesn't she?" Cas nodded in assent, listening attentively. "I have a computer disk I want you to take home, and when you have a chance to get on the computer all by yourself, I want you to put this disk in and run the program that's on it. Can you do that for me without getting caught?"
"Sure, that's easy? What's it do?"
"Well, it's a program that'll help me get to know your mommy better - y'know, like find out what things she likes, so I can surprise her with presents an' stuff." I told her, not altogether lying.
"Okay. I can do that as soon as I get home. Do you want me to do it now?"
"Good idea! Probably best if you do it before she gets home, and besides, we don't want her to think you're spending ALL your time over here, or she won't let you stay over this weekend." I said.
"Okay. but I better take a bath first. You made me all gooey and messy AGAIN!" She laughed, striking my chest with her small fist in jest.
We took a shower together instead. She'd never done that with anyone else before, much less an adult. especially a grownup man. Did I mention how tall she was? Cassie, even at her tender age of seven, was what you'd call "petite." Standing in the bathtub under the hot, steamy running water of my shower, the top of her red-haired head reached no higher than my navel. Her chin reached only slightly above the base of my cock. When I had a full erection, which I most certainly had now, the darn thing stuck straight out, poking her incessantly against her face, her cheeks and lips. She found this highly amusing, and took every opportunity to lick or playfully nip at me with her teeth while I attended to washing her water-slick slim body.
I lathered her skin with a bar of tearless soap, shampooed her hair and lifted her up to hug her against me before rinsing her off. Her small bottom was slippery in my cradled arms - it didn't help that my recently deposited cum kept dribbling in white, slimy gobs from her widely-stretched butthole - but she laughed at my clumsiness trying to hold her, and wrapped her legs tightly around my waist. At the backside of the tub, I leaned her back against the tiled wall and admired her soapy crotch mashed tightly against my stomach.
"Your cock is all slippery and hard again Jake!" She noted astutely after reaching behind her back to capture it between her hot ass cheeks in both soapy hands. "Lift me up. I wanna sit on it when we're like this." she commanded, intriguingly inspired by her new idea, as only a child would be.
I tugged my pipe-hard shaft between her legs, slowly swiped my engorged cock head over her un-hooded clitoris, and sat her back down against me to crush my blood-pumping boner between her soap-slick labia. I had to wrap my arm beneath her bottom again so she wouldn't slide down over my hips and fall. She wasted no time before her busy, slick hands lathered my cock head in fistfuls of foaming white bubbles.
"See? I'm making more cum!" She giggled. "That's how much you make when you squirt! I'm gonna make more and more until I make you squirt through ALL the tiny bubbles!" For Cassie, everything was a happy game of delightful discovery.
"I'd MUCH rather make bubbles in your butt!" I told her, causing her to break out in gales of laughter and playfully squirm in my arms. she slid down my pole like I was a playground apparatus - I barely caught her on my knees to keep her from falling just in time. Looking up at me through her lashes with that impishly wicked little smile of hers she said, "Jake, we haven't seen how your big naughty cock likes my pussy hole yet!"
"Hummm. You're right!" I played along, running my fingers over her protruding erect clit, "And maybe now that it's all slippery and wet, it just MIGHT creep up inside of you like a long, nasty SNAKE!" I cried, laughing, as I poked my fat cock head against her spread slot and shoved her back against the shower wall. She squealed in laughter, and then felt my meat begin penetrating her.
Her eyes went wide as her mouth gaped in surprise. This moment for me is frozen in time - she finally broke her sunned silence with a husky gasped whisper, "Jake! It went up INSIDE!"
"You're right! I think your practice and the soap suds helped! Shall we keep trying?"
"Uh-huh! Do it slowly, okay?"
"Okay."
So I held her by her butt cheeks and slowly rocked forward against her, watching as inch after inch of my rigid meat slid into her crotch. She'd closed her eyes, pulled her knees up to open the way, and with the help of her weight bearing down on my taut, upright pole. She sank further and further down its length with each thrusting push. I found this incredible - she'd taken more than half my length and was whimpering for more. "Jake. Do it Jake. Fuck me! Fuck me MORE Jake!" She gasped between each savage lunge.
At some point I forgot all about her diminutive size and her youthful age. pure animal lust overwhelmed me. The smell of our sex intermingled with the strawberry fragrance of soap suds in her hair, the steam from the shower mixed with her sweat. All of this with my blood pounding in my cock and the water's hot spray on our skin caused something inside me to snap. I just HAD to cum in her - I HAD to get all of myself inside her willing, pliant young body!
My balls ached with the pressure of my roiling cum. My head swam as I watched her angelic face begging me, pleading with me to fuck her little brains out. I reared back and slammed into her with all my might, knocking the back of her head against the wall. I marveled to see her beautiful red hair wetly plastered over the white tiles, her freckled nose flared as she huffed for breath. I rammed my finger up her gaping asshole, pulled her up tightly against me and rammed her again and again, until finally my hips mashed against her inner thighs. One thought in my fevered brain fleetingly wondered where she could possibly be taking the full length of my raging cock. She was only a baby! How could it POSSIBLY fit?
But there it was, and I slammed into her brutally time after time, listening to her muted grunts and moans, hearing her head thump the tiles with each mindless thrust, watching her unseeing eyes roll back in her head, and then I felt her beginning to convulse. Her little body shook violently and her cunt clamped the root of my cock like a vice. By now, I couldn't pull back out of her even if I'd tried. I just hung on - hoping to God I hadn't killed her! And unexpectantly, blindingly, I fell over the edge.
An animal roar filled my red-misted mind as I crushed her against the steam-coated wall. Her feet hung loosely, kicking at air as I exploded through my blood-swollen shaft - spewing hot cum up its ten-inch length like lava - penetrating her deeply - flooding her immature ovaries. I pressed up into her, against her, jetting and gushing time after time in exquisite release. The moment lasted infinitely. Until I felt my legs tremble and buckle from the muscular strain, and I very nearly collapsed beneath Cassie's unconscious weight in a puddle of warm tub water.
I held her like that against the wall, feeling my panted breath and heartbeat slow in their pace like a train reaching its station. She looked lifeless, like a rain-soaked naked rubber baby-doll fatally impaled on the stout shaft of my cock. Now I knew I HAD killed her! I'd fucked her senseless and now the beautiful little cunt was DEAD!
A gasp from her lips, a fluttering from her wispy eyelashes like butterfly wings, and miraculously, she revived!
"Oh my God, Cassie! I thought I'd lost you!" I exclaimed.
"Jake? Where are we?" She murmured, groggily taking stock of her surroundings. "Oh Jake! Did we… Did we DO it? I don't remember."
I was amazed. She must have blacked out at some point, maybe from her head banging the wall, but the little kid had her climax anyway. Her body instinctively acted with a will of its own.
"Oh, yeah, baby! We did it alright, and you were fuckin' wonderful!"
"I think I ate too much." She said, her unfocused eyes wandering. She was still a bit disorientated I realized. "My tummy's so full."
I pulled my finger from her asshole and her eyes snapped open like lenses, "Oh! I'm gonna poop!" But a glob of my earlier ejaculate formed a baseball-sized cum bubble on the rim of her anus instead. She looked, and burst out in sudden uncontrollable laughter. "That's funny!" She cried.
I grasped her under each arm and lifted her up, pulling her off my cock. After some tugging, when the tip of my knob popped free, a gushing discharge of our combined slimy fluids jetted from her womb all over my cock, soaking my thighs. She quickly pressed her knees together and lifted them, cupping her hands over the spray. "Oh NO! I wanna KEEP it! Jake! HELP me! I don't want it to come OUT!"
"Okay, OK. Let me think. You hold the rest inside, and I'll go get something." I told her.
I shut the water off and stepped from the shower. The only thing I could think of using were a couple of chrome-plated hand exercise balls I used to relieve the ache of carpal tunnel syndrome. I got those from the computer room and returned to find her huddled in the tub, her hands clasped tightly over the front and back of her crotch. "Here, stand up carefully and bend over." I ordered, and then I pushed first one far up into her cunt, and the other snugly up her asshole. Her anus shut tightly over the chrome ball, effectively blocking her rectum. "Now, stand up and see if that doesn't plug up your holes."
"Hey! It works Jake! See? Nothing's leaking out anymore. but they FEEL kinda funny in there - like they're rolling together when I move!"
I dried off her body, blow-dried her hair thoroughly and carefully, tied her pig tails with her ribbons again, and helped her climb back into her little one-piece red dress. Downstairs, I gave her the disk I'd prepared for her to take home and run on her mom's computer. "Now remember, after you put this in, go to 'Start' then 'Run,' and click on it. After that, take the disk back out again to bring it back to me tomorrow. Can you do that?"
"Yeah, sure! Jake? Are you gonna ask mommy tomorrow if Billy an' me can spend the weekend?"
"You bet! I'll see you then. Now run along Cas, and be a GOOD little girl!"
She grinned in reply and slowly headed for home. Watching her cross the street between our houses, I couldn't help but burst out laughing . she walked like a bow-legged cowgirl with those balls jammed tightly up both her cunt and butt!