Angela had the perfect woman's body, and she had offered it to me for the fucking --which I was doing with enthusiasm.

She had exposed to me every inch of her creamy flawless skin, now a little moist from exertion. Her flowing lustrous brown hair now flopped with abandon all about her head and shoulders as she lay on her back. Her delicate arms and hands were raised a little above her head in a position of languorous surrender. Her small but shapely breasts jiggled. I could see her cute little tummy and her modest hips. If I glanced to either side I could see her delicate calves and small feet, which were far out to the sides as she had spread her legs wide to eagerly expose her feminine sex organs to my attentions.

Her dark brown liquid eyes regarded me with gentle lust. I had asked what I could do to give her pleasure, and she had said that just seeking my own within the depths of her vagina would bring her to a fine climax. My manly shaft shoving in and out would tug and tease her feminine tissues to high excitement, and she would follow my building arousal closely. When I rammed home to ejaculate -- her words! -- she would follow to her own orgasm.

She had a 100% natural but sparse bush, and her engorged labia had stretched to accommodate my intrusion. There was no condom, as were both clean and she was on the pill. Her vagina was tight, hot and wet, but not so wet it didn't tease me with some excruciatingly exciting texture. It was already the best sex of my life, and my pleasure was building rapidly towards climax, my thrusts fast and deep, my cock almost painfully swollen.

She regarded me with eager excitement, following my pleasure just as she said she would.

"Stop! Pull out right now!" she suddenly said.

"What?"

"Pull out!"

I was confused, but I did as she asked. My swollen organ reappeared from between her legs, slick from her juices. But all of my semen remained within my body, to my great frustration. I hadn't doused her vagina with my sperm as I so badly wanted to do.

"Why?" I asked with what I'm afraid was a bit of a whine.

She gave me a big smile then. "You're wonderful! Now go on back in... I was loving it so much! You're a wonderful lover!"

There was a special pleasure to sinking into her once more as it contrasted with the unpleasant disruption. Once my cock had bottomed out, our bodies took up where we had left off. Actually, I let my body go. I wanted to splat her pussy with my sperm before she changed her mind again. But like a perfect dance partner she rose with me just as fast, and I felt strong rhythmic pulses in her pussy to match mine as I delivered my male gift. It would have been more fantastic if the copulation had been a seamless whole, but it was pretty darn nice anyway.

When we had recovered our breath I asked the inevitable question. "Why the heck did you make me pull out?"

"It has to do with my daughter."

She had told me she had one daughter, a six-year-old named Diablo (she had had a Diablo printer once, and just liked the sound of the name). Diablo's father had walked out of the marriage as soon as it was sullied by a needy baby who leaked foul substances and disturbed their sleep.

"Oh?"

"See, my sweet baby was sexually abused by a very bad man -- the childcare provider's boyfriend. He showed her his erect penis! He slid his hand into her panties! He even weaseled his fingers into my dear girl's vagina! He is an awful, disgusting pedophile."

"I'll say! I'm so sorry to hear she had to go through that," I said.

"He's now locked away in prison, thank goodness." She looked troubled for a moment, but then returned to the present.

"Well, as a result she's frightened of men. She screams and runs away when she sees one. The therapist said a promising new technique is to find a man who'll pretend he's going to abuse her. He'll start to do naughty things, but she knows that if she tells him to stop, he will. So I wanted to know if you'd have self-control. And if you can pull out of a gorgeous woman like me -- she batted her eyelashes -- when you're about to come, I know you would do just what my daughter asked!"

"Oh."

"I'd love to have you as my boyfriend, if you'll help my daughter out too. Do you think you could pretend to want to abuse her?"

"And then whenever she asks me to stop, I stop?"

"Right! And then after every session, we can retreat to my bedroom if you'd like and you can have your way with me any way you want." Her eyes sparkled.

I sighed. "Um, what if we just skip the part with your daughter and go straight to bed with each other?" What she was asking was pretty bizarre.

Her big brown eyes looked soulful. "But my girl needs help. You can help her. She needs you!"

She had made me feel very guilty. How had she managed that?

"You don't mind pretending to be a pedophile, do you? I mean, it's just pretend. No one will ever know."

"I guess not."

---

I arrived at 10am on Saturday. Diablo was as beautiful as her mother in her own six-year-old way. Lustrous brown hair, big brown eyes, and a perfect little round face.

"Hi, Diablo," said Angela. "This is Mr. Johnson."

"Go away! I hate you!" shrieked the little one as soon as she took one look at me, then hid behind her mother.

I took the little one's hint and retreated from the living room back to the kitchen. Sometimes beauty is only skin-deep.

"Now, that's not nice! Mr. Johnson is a nice man," and she motioned me back into the living room.

I timidly moved back into Diablo's line of sight.

"I said go away!" repeated Diablo. Just as I disappeared from view again, I thought I saw a gleam in the girl's eyes.

We'd tried twice, and I wondered if heeding the girl's request had earned my way back into Angela's pants.

"Now, you're not being reasonable!" said Angela to Diablo, motioning me in again.

This time Diablo just looked at me.

"Pleased to meet you, Diablo," I said.

"You're disgusting! Go away!" she shrieked again.

I started to disappear around the corner again, but Angela caught my arm. Her eyes were fixed on her daughter with love but also determination.

"Mr. Johnson is going to read a couple chapters of 'Little House On the Prairie' to you, and if he does anything you don't like, you tell him not to, OK?"

I could see Diablo waver. Evidently she really liked to hear that story.

"Okay," said the little one, eying me like a hawk.

Angela handed me the book and I slowly walked into the living room, anxious not to disturb this wild animal who stood between me and Angela's panties. I wondered if her mother knew what 'Diablo' meant. I sat towards one end of the sofa and hesitated, then patted the sofa next to me.

"No!" shouted Diablo.

"OK," I said. "Sit wherever you want."

She sat in the armchair ten feet away. She was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt and after a while tucked her legs up under her.

I started reading the book aloud. I'm a fluent reader and with occasional visions of naked Angela materializing in my head, I put feeling into the dialog, choosing a slightly different voice for each character. I was aware of Angela slipping away into the kitchen as I finished the first page.

I read for some time, and Diablo remained quiet. As I turned a page and saw the blank space promising the end of the second chapter, I felt my cock start growing. My work was almost done, and my reward was almost at hand.

"There, how did you like that?" I asked.

"It was OK," said Diablo, trying to look stern.

Angela appeared. "Great. Thanks, Brian." She chose a DVD from the rack and put it in the player. "Now Diablo, you watch 'The Little Princess' now, while Brian and I go back to the bedroom to talk," she told her daughter.

"Yay!" said the little girl, and sat down eagerly to watch.

Once Angela locked the door behind us, she attacked me with a passionate kiss and embrace. Clothes flew off. She dove down to take my hard cock in her mouth and teased me to a frenzy with some very nice oral sex. I offered to reciprocate but she waved me away. "In my pussy!" she said. "I mean -- please, if you're willing."

I was more than willing. I dove into her sopping channel and burrowed to the end.

It was a splendid fuck, both of our bodies doing what they wanted to do more than anything in the world, each luxuriating in the pleasure afforded by the other. After ten minutes I felt my orgasm approaching.

"Stop! Pull out!" Angela commanded sternly.

I stopped my thrusting and gave her a questioning look -- maybe a pleading look.

"Just kidding," she said, bursting into a big smile, then lifted her head to whisper in my ear, "Shoot off way deep in my cunt, OK? Please?"

The naughty language was thrilling, and I did, within seconds. Angela was right there, pulsing along with me.

---

The next time we met, exactly a week later, Diablo was dressed in a pink fluffy dress with white tights on. She sat on the sofa to my right but two feet away.

I had nearly finished an entire chapter of 'Little House' when I heard Angela clear her throat from behind me. She pantomimed someone pawing her chest and panting.

Oh, right. I was supposed to be pretending to be a pedophile. It was really more fun just reading the book with occasional visions of screwing Angela, but a deal is a deal.

I gradually slid over a few inches toward Diablo, then a few more.

Suddenly alarmed, she said, "No!"

"Sorry," I said and moved back to where I'd been.

I started reading the next chapter and considered my next move. I slid over just a couple inches towards Diablo -- less than I had before.

To my surprise, she slid all the way over and leaned against my right shoulder!

I smiled at her and paused in my reading. It looked like I was winning her trust! I felt a certain tenderness towards her as she gave me a lovely smile. She was quite charming when she wasn't being awful. So I reached over with my left hand to brush my hand down the hair on the right side of her head, and her smile turned shy. I then brought my fingers down her cheek very softly. I hadn't had much to do with children before, and realized I didn't know whether I was just being an affectionate grown-up or acting like a pedophile. The funny thing was, it didn't matter.

"No!" she said once more with a stern expression as my fingers lingered on her lovely little cheek, and I stopped immediately.

I went back to reading, and she leaned against my side once more.

What would a dirty old man do next? I pressed slowly against her left thigh with my right. She didn't look at me but smiled a little.

I felt my cock stirring, and immediately thought of Angela and the passionate lovemaking that was to follow this session.

Next I slowly rested my right hand on top of that same left thigh, and still she did nothing. Then I began rubbing up and down, and she grabbed it and put it roughly back on my own lap, with a sharp, "No!"

I stopped at once, but then after a minute of reading pushed outward with my right thigh again, and once again she said, "No!" this time with a little more heat.

"OK," I said. "I'm sorry." I figured she had had enough pretend untoward advances for one day and finished the story without further incident.

---

"Can you take me from the rear?" asked Angela. "I've always loved that."

I grinned. A woman asking for it that way? Walking up behind her on my knees, I spread her labia with one hand and aimed my cock with the other, then thought of something.

"Can you promise me you won't ask me to pull out?"

She looked over her shoulder at me and gave a mischievous smile.

"We'll see," she said.

"Then maybe I'm not so interested," I said, trying to call her bluff. Or would she call mine? I'd accept any conditions to get my cock into her cunt once more.

"No, I promise," she said, her smile turning earnest as she wiggled her rear end at me.

Soon I was gripping her cute little ass while I pumped my cock deep up into her pussy from the rear.

I started grunting without realizing it, and she moaned out loud too.

As I was approaching my peak, I suddenly heard someone try the door.

"What are you guys doing in there?" came Diablo's voice. We had apparently been making enough noise to distract her from her video.

The door stayed locked, but Angela started to pull away from me, alarmed.

I didn't let her. A promise is a promise. I did stop making noise but pumped harder than ever.

"Um, just -- just yoga, dear," said Angela.

"Can I watch?"

"No!" said Angela, just as I surged deep and pulsed my sperm into her.

"No, no!" she continued with urgency, trying to modulate her voice as her orgasm seized her.

"OK," said Diablo with disappointment, "but it's not fair," her voice fading as she padded back down the corridor.

---

Diablo plopped down in my lap and leaned back against me. She had started learning to read, so she wanted to look at the book so she could identify some of the words. At least that's what she said.

I read a few pages and she squirmed.

Oh yes, I was supposed to do what a pedophile would do and then stop when she said no. I slid my hand onto the top front part of her dress, covering where her tiny right nipple was, and waited a moment for her to object. When she didn't, I went back to reading. My attention split between reading and pretend abuse, I swirled my hand around idly on her chest. Then I realized with a start that she'd let me fondle her chest for several pages and withdrew my hand suddenly.

She glanced up at me and smiled, then returned her attention to the book.

I realized I had found rubbing the girl's chest a little erotic, and my cock was rather hard in my pants. Diablo's chest was totally flat, but fondling the bodice area of a dress has a certain allure regardless of what age or shape of female lies within.

Diablo had come a long way in terms of not being frightened of men, or at least of me. I felt proud.

---

"Can Mr. Johnson read to me in my room?"

Angela smiled. "My, you certainly are getting over your fears! Sure, if you'd like that."

Diablo locked the door behind her. She motioned me to a rocking chair, and then sat on my lap. The rocking chair didn't have any arms, so I wrapped my right arm around her stomach while I held the book with my left hand.

The story was intriguing. I realized with a little guilt that if Diablo got tired of it, I sort of wanted to take it out of the library to find out what happened! But it was just a silly kids' book -- for girls, no less. I was dimly aware that Diablo was rocking back and forth to get the rocking chair rocking. Taking her hint, I began rocking myself. I was then aware that she had spread her legs very far apart so her calves hung down outside of mine.

Oh yes, I reminded myself. I'm supposed to pretend I'm a pedophile. What haven't I done?

I gently placed my right hand on her right knee. Her legs were spread so wide her silky light blue dress had ridden up high. I slowly slid my hand up the inside of her thigh. All I had to do was wait for her to tell me to stop.

Mostly lost within the magic of the story, I was dimly aware that my right hand had made contact with her panties. My cock got hard as I thought of panties -- Angela's panties! -- and I had the girl sit up a moment so I could as surreptitiously as possible reach down and point my cock upwards, so it could rest in relative comfort in its upright position, the tip lying against my bellybutton.

Returning to the story, I gently stroked the crotch of Diablo's panties -- that's the sort of thing a pedophile would do, right?

Towards the end of the chapter I was dimly aware of the girl thrusting her hips against my hand, incidentally rubbing my cock.

Putting the book down, I wondered what else a pedophile might do. I slipped my fingers inside of her panty crotch and started rubbing again. The skin was smooth and very sexy in its own pure little girl way.

Diablo gave a dreamy smile.

"Stand up," I said.

A pedophile would want to see her naked, so I worked her dress up and over her head. She raised her arms cooperatively. Everything was fine, I told myself, because whenever there's something she doesn't like, she'll just say no and I'll stop.

She stood in front of me, and I tugged her panties down and she stepped out of them.

There was the whole beautiful little girl in front of me. Her little girl lips down below were reddish and swollen, maybe from all that fondling I had been doing.

What else would a pedophile do? I pulled down my trousers and briefs to expose my cock.

She looked at it with wide eyes but she didn't object.

"You want to touch it?" I asked.

She touched it tentatively, gently.

"Mmmmm," I said.

What else would a pedophile do?

"Lie back on the bed," I said.

She did so eagerly and spread her legs without being told.

I lowered my head to look from inches away at her fetching female parts, which seemed very stylish for being so small and hairless. With my two hands I gently pulled her labia aside, revealing the young sex organs within.

A pedophile might approach her delicious girly parts with his tongue, and so I did too. Surely she would object at some point? Well, that was up to her.

I licked all around her inner labia and probed my tongue up into her vagina. She moaned and sighed. Then I found her clitoris and began to attend to it with gentle licks. I decided I didn't mind playing the role of a pedophile so much. It was kind of creepy in a way, but it's what her mother had asked me to do and it was kind of fun! Her juices started flowing, her body doing a little girl's imitation of the lubrication that would allow smooth, happy intercourse when she was older. A pedophile might want to nudge that future event into the present. He might stick his finger into her vagina -- the real pedophile had, after all. I explored inside her vagina with one finger, then another, seeing how physically difficult this next hypothetical step might be. She seemed pretty stretchy. It was probably because that disgusting pervert had stuck his fingers into her. I felt a surge of anger just thinking about it.

Well, I decided to play the part to the hilt. Lifting my somewhat wet mouth, I quickly got into the mounting position, pelvis to pelvis. My organ was fully erect, twitching with excitement. It was handy that my physiology cooperated with playing my role. Was it method acting -- really becoming the character you are playing? The organ pointed right at her vaginal orifice.

"No," she said timidly.

"No?"

She shook her head.

I paused, glans poised right outside her young but ready opening. A pedophile would want to dive in; he'd dive in anyway, despite what she said. And I was playing the part of one. But wait! There was that other aspect, I was supposed to stop whenever she said no. That's what this was all about. I let my weight down on her and rolled to the side, giving a weary sigh. I guess a pedophile would feel terribly disappointed, so it wasn't so surprising if I was too. I was pretty good at this acting business.

"Yes," she said.

"Yes? Yes what?"

She pointed down between her legs.

"But you just said no." Like mother, like daughter?

"It really is up to me, right? That's so wonderful!"

"You want me to... go ahead and do what I was going to do?"

She nodded emphatically.

I eagerly got back into position, and spread her wetness all over my tip to ease the intrusion, then I started pressing.

Her eyes went wide and a couple tears showed at the corners.

"Should I stop?"

"No."

OK, I was very good at obeying her when she said that word.

My tip weaseled its way past her outer ring of muscles. She was tight, but her body did open up for me, just enough. I pressed in another half inch, then slid back, then in a new quarter inch, my motion like waves breaking and withdrawing -- but the tide was slowly coming in.

Now her eyes were bright and she smiled uncertainly.

Deeper and deeper I worked my cock, and her vagina gave way gradually.

It felt fantastic. I then began my real in and out motion, just like a pedophile would.

"Oh, that's so amazing!" I whispered to the young dear.

She squeezed my back with her arms and grinned at me.

Encouraged, I kept up my in and out motion. I wasn't fucking her with abandon by any means; it was a gentle in and out, entirely fitting for a young girl's tender parts.

I was in her to the hilt, though, our pubic bones bumping when I was in all the way.

She fixed me with the same look of sexual adoration her mother had, and I reveled in it. She wasn't quite like her mother, though. She got ahead of me and cried out and moaned before I was quite to my own climax. I followed her quickly, though, and within a few seconds I shoved that extra millimeter or two deeper and splatted the little girl's upper vagina with my seed.

I was dimly aware of footsteps in the hallway, and as my last spasm oozed a final couple drops into the girl, Angela said from outside of the door, "Hey, what's going on in there?"

Diablo covered her mouth to keep from laughing too hard.

"Oh, um," I said. "We were just, um, wrestling a little."

"Doing yoga!" cried out Diablo.

"You open the door this minute!" cried her mother.

Dragging myself out of a post-orgasmic haze, I quickly got dressed and helped Diablo back into her panties and dress.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door.

Angela was angry. "What have you been doing to my girl?"

Without waiting for an answer, she turned to her daughter. "Has he been abusing you?"

"He's wonderful, mommy! Every time I said no he stopped whatever he was doing right away! I trust him!" And she hugged herself against my side, arms circling my hips in a big squeeze.

"What did you do?" she asked me again.

"Well, I was trying to think like a pedophile, like you asked me to. So I'd do different things I thought a pedophile might do, and every time she said no I stopped. That's what you wanted, right?"

"Yeah, but... but... How far did you go? Did you touch her chest?"

"Yeah! He did that last week. Today it was really nice when he was rubbing his hand on my panties while we were reading."

Angela looked at me reproachfully.

"I was, um, waiting for her to say no," I said. "And then I got into the story. It was really exciting."

"Not as exciting as that rub, rub, rub on my panties. Why does it feel so good, mommy?"

Angela ignored her. "You didn't touch my sweet girl's bare skin under her panties, did you?" she asked me in a hushed voice.

"Oh, well..." I temporized.

Diablo apparently saw no reason to try to break the news to her mother gradually. "Oh boy, did he!" She reached up under her dress and inside her panties, and emerged a second later with a finger covered with my semen.

"He stuck his thingie in me and then this came out!"

"I, um..." I said, turning a bit red. "You're the one who wanted me to start pawing her, right?"

"Yeah, but you were supposed to stop! She was supposed to say no!"

"I did say no, and every time I did he stopped! But then I said yes."

I realized then that my thinking had gotten muddled up somehow. I should have stopped doing what I was doing when it went past a certain point, and not just relied on her to say no. Why hadn't I?

"And mommy, when his thingie was bouncing in and out of me I had this fantastic feeling! It started feeling really good when he was licking my peepee, and then it got super-duper fantastic when he was shoving his hard thing in and out."

I realized that saying I was playing the part of a pedophile with Diablo wouldn't cut it in court, even if it was at her mother's request. I had this sick feeling I was looking at a long and unpleasant encounter with the criminal justice system.

But Angela's attitude shifted as she turned to her daughter. "How come you didn't say no, sweetie?" she asked gently. "You knew he wasn't supposed to be doing those things."

"When Mr. Schwartz did them I hated it because I didn't have any choice. But some of them felt kind of good too. So when I found out Mr. Johnson was so nice, I wanted to do more and more. And his tongue! And his thingie flying in and out up into my weewee? That was fantastic!"

"But it isn't right! You know that!"

"That's what the 'yoga' was you two were doing, wasn't it? Huh?"

Angela looked away. "Yeah, well when grown men and women really love each other, then it can be a beautiful thing, but not for little girls."

"So you shoved your thingie in and out of mom, Mr. Johnson? And made a mess up inside her weewee hole like you did in mine?"

I looked aside, my failure to deny what she said as good as a confirmation.

"Can we do it again next Saturday? No, I don't want to wait. What about tomorrow? Or can Mr. Johnson just stay now?" asked Diablo.

"You may not do it again! It's out of the question!" said Angela huffily. "The only question is whether I call the police on Mr. Johnson." she said, looking at me angrily.

"Um, it was partly your idea," I said lamely.

But Diablo stamped her foot. "If you call the police on Mr. Johnson I'll hate you forever, mommy! I saw what they did to Mr. Schwartz. Mr. Johnson is nice; he always stopped when I told him to, and then he did things that I liked that felt really good."

Angela softened once more. "Diablo, honey... You really didn't mind?"

"No, I liked it!"

"All of it?" she asked, with a certain distaste creeping into her voice.

"Yeah, all of it."

Angela sighed, then shuddered. "I think it's time for Mr. Johnson to go home now."

"No calling the police?" I asked quietly.

"No, at least not yet." Turning to Diablo, she said, "You know you can never say a word about what happened, right? Or they'll have to take Mr. Johnson away?"

I thought Angela might not get off so easily either. I wondered if she'd considered that part.

"Are you kidding? I saw what happened to Mr. Schwartz. There's no way I'll say a word to anyone!"

I took a deep breath. "OK. Bye, Angela. Goodbye, Diablo."

"Bye, Mr. Johnson! When are you coming over to play again? Would this afternoon be OK?"

I knelt down to her level and said, "I'd love to come over and read to you some more. But it's up to your mom."

Diablo gave me a look then, one I'll never forget, and then she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me right on the lips. It wasn't an experienced, erotic kiss, but it was a passionate statement.

"Diablo, come on!" said Angela with exasperation.

After a final round of goodbyes I was out the door.

---

My heart pounded when I heard Angela's voice on the phone. I hadn't dared to hope that I might hear from her again -- but hoped desperately nonetheless. So I instantly knew it had been 17 days since our last encounter when I heard her voice on the phone. Angela said Diablo wouldn't stop talking about me. She was impossible to live with. She kept trying to tell Angela in her child-like ways that her mother was being hypocritical. "Imagine that!" said Angela indignantly. Now the deal was that I could come over, just to visit and maybe read a story, but nothing more.

"Mr. Johnson!" yelled Diablo as soon as I was inside the door. She leapt into my arms and I held her against my front as she squeezed my back and planted sloppy kisses all over my face.

As she continued to kiss me and giggle, Diablo started humping her pelvis against my stomach.

"Diablo! Stop it! That's not a nice way for a girl to behave! And you'll embarrass Mr. Johnson!"

"But it feels good, and I want to feel better..."

"Diablo, Diablo," I said, looking at her and trying to project calm. "You know what I did before is what a pedophile would do, and I'm not a pedophile, I was just pretending to be."

"Make-believe! I love make-believe. Can we do it again? You can pretend to be a pedophile again."

"Ummmmm," I said.

"Diablo, we talked about this, right? Mr. Johnson's just going to read you a story."

"But mommy, it felt so good! And I need to feel it again! My weewee needs to have his peepee stuck in it again! Every night I stick my finger in and out and rub it and think of Mr. Johnson, but it's not the same. My finger's not big enough, and it's just not Mr. Johnson! His thingie sticks out from down in his underpants, and that's where the thing that goes into my weewee ought to be hooked up, and to a big man! His sticky-outie goes in my sticky-innie!"

Just then the girl's stocking foot brushed across my cock.

"Oooo, and it's hard! Ready for sticking in, right? Can you, huh? Please? Please?"

I detached the girl from my front and set her on her feet.

She immediately started fondling my cock through my pants.

In one motion I spun her around, grabbed her hands, and sat on the sofa, pulling her onto my lap. She immediately began wriggling her butt against my hard-on.

"You are a very naughty girl!" I said.

"Don't you want to stick it in me? Wiggle it in and out like you did before? It looked like you felt really good."

"I was just pretending to be a nasty pedophile," I said. "I didn't enjoy it, not really..." I could almost feel my nose getting longer to try to match my cock.

Angela said, "It's not normal for a girl to want a man to abuse her like that. Only bad girls want that."

"Oh," said Diablo, looking confused. Suddenly her face brightened, in a devilish kind of way. "How about I make believe I'm a bad, bad girl while you make believe you're a pedophile! But we know I'm really a good girl and you're really just an ordinary man."

That sounded awfully tempting. With my acting talent, maybe I should see how I would fare on Broadway, or at least a community theater.

"Let me talk about this privately with Mr. Johnson, OK?" said Angela solemnly. "I'll get you a big bowl of ice cream, how's that, while we talk?"

"OK," said the little one, still wiggling her butt against my erection.

We left the girl sitting at the kitchen table digging into a big bowl of Chocolate Fudge Swirl ice cream.

---

Angela spoke softly as she closed the door behind us. "I'm the one you should be burying your cock in, right? I'm really the one you want, right?"

"Yes, Angela, of course. I was just pretending with Diablo."

We were stripping frantically as we talked. As my fingers first worked through the soft hair between her legs to make contact with her hairless outer pussy, I found the whole place unusually wet.

"Huh. Why so wet so fast?"

"I've missed you," she said, but looked away.

"Or does it turn you on to hear your itty-bitty daughter talking about wanting sex so much?"

"No!" said Angela indignantly. "Well, maybe a little..."

I dove into the woman with my straining cock and began pounding away. The bed creaked and we moaned and sighed softly.

"Did he stick it in you yet, mommy?" came a muffled voice from outside the door.

"Diablo!" panted the very hot and aroused woman underneath me. "I thought you were... eating ice cream."

"I am," said the girl, and we heard the clinking of spoon and dish. "I just wanted to know what was going on in there," she added.

I had a devilish little thought. I let myself grunt just a little bit, not enough to be obvious but enough that I thought Diablo would hear.

"Are you feeling good, Mr. Johnson? You could wiggle your peepee in me too, you know!"

"Diablo! Diablo..." said Angela, getting lost in the pleasure of my thrusting cock.

"Oohhhhh!" I moaned as my cock spat its load into the mother's spasming pussy.

She covered her mouth as she came but couldn't help making a loud gasp.

"I heard that!" chortled the voice from the hallway.

Angela got up at once and began dressing, a little unsteady on her feet.

---

Diablo was waiting outside the bedroom door, empty ice cream bowl set to the side. She stuck her nose into her mother's crotch. "I can smell it!" she said. "Mr. Johnson put some goop in you too!"

"Diablo!" said Angela. "It's not nice to talk about things like that."

"But it's true!"

"It doesn't matter whether it's true or not, it's not nice to say it, just like you don't tell someone she's fat."

"But you're not fat; neither is Mr. Johnson."

"That's not the point..." said Angela, trailing off.

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Angela liked our sex; she came to my place when she could get a sitter. But she had tried to douse Diablo's sexual hunger by not having me around. So I was surprised she asked me over. She looked a little uncomfortable as she answered the door.

"Mr. Johnson!" said Diablo, running up to me but stopping before we touched.

"What, no hug?" I asked good-naturedly.

"No, I'm trying to learn to be good," said the little girl. But then she leapt into my arms and wriggled her pelvis vigorously against me. "But I can't!"

"What happened?" I asked, looking at Angela.

"She got suspended from school for kissing boys and touching them inappropriately," she said.

"They didn't mind -- not really," said Diablo.

"And then she approached Mr. Stanton, the man across the street, as he was getting out of his car."

"I thought maybe he'd stick his thingie in me if mommy won't let you. I talked about make believe --"

"But you also exposed yourself to him."

"I wanted to be sure he got the idea."

"He got the idea all right, and he called me up to complain."

"Oh dear, Diablo, it sounds like you've been a very bad girl!" I said sternly.

"No! I'm just pretending to be! And if we can just play bad girl and pedophile again I promise I'll be good."

Angela looked at me, defeated. "Would you be willing to? Just once more?"

I tried to look doubtful. "Well, OK, I guess I could manage that once more."

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" said Diablo as she clutched me, covering my face with sloppy kisses.

"Can we do it now?"

"Um, well..." I said.

Angela said, "I want you to pick up your room first!"

"OK!" said Diablo, struggling out of my arms and racing off to her room.

"Am I a bad mother?" Angela asked.

"No... I can see it's a difficult situation."

"I worry I'm imposing on you... you really don't mind pretending to be a pedophile?"

"Well, it's not so bad. Diablo's a pretty good kid."

"I love her with all my heart, of course, but she's driving me crazy."

"She's always nice to me."

"Yes... yes, she is."

"OK, I'm ready!" said Diablo, racing out from her room. She had nothing on but her panties, and she was wiggling them back and forth on her hips.

"You've cleaned up your room already?"

"Yeah, mommy, go check!"

"And put your dress back on!"

"But mommy, I'm pretending to be a bad girl now."

Angela sighed. I followed her and we saw that the room was indeed picked up, all the toys put away, the bed made neatly.

"OK, it looks very nice," conceded Angela. "I've never seen her make a bed that nicely before," she muttered to me.

"So now I can lie back and get Mr. Johnson to stick his thingie in me and bounce around and make me super-happy and goop up my weewee hole?"

"Goodness, I hope not! At least spare me the details, OK?"

"You want to watch?"

"No! Anything like that is supposed to be done in private."

"OK, bye mommy! Bye bye!" said Diablo, pushing her mother out the door and pushing it shut behind her.

"Be nice to her," pleaded Angela, meeting my eyes just before the door latched. I wasn't quite sure what she meant; I'm not sure she was either.

Diablo made a point of locking the door.

I found it very easy to slip back into the role of pretending to be a pedophile. Diablo ripped back the covers and flung her panties off, and in seconds was flat on her back with legs spread wide. Her eyes glowed as she saw me strip, my very erect penis making an appearance as my briefs were tossed aside. She gave a big smile as I descended to mouth her little girl privates. But she got wet very quickly.

"OK, can you stick it in me now, Mr. Johnson? Please?"

I couldn't resist. I knew my character. I knew my lines. And I knew my entrance, I thought with a little smile as I entered Diablo, low down and centered, my twitching member sliding into her hot, wet space.

She knew how to play the part of a bad girl, too, and began coming within seconds. I held off a little, trying to prolong the moment.

"Oh, it's so good, Mr. Johnson! Can you goop your naughty pee up my weewee hole!"

"OK," I said, gasping as my orgasm became inevitable and I hung in delicious excitement.

"It feels good to you, doesn't it..." said the little one, still writhing with her own orgasm but attending to me too.

"Yes.. yes it does! Yes, YES!" I said, letting loose my sperm as I basked in my pleasure and ever-so-satisfying release.

As we lay panting, we heard a rustling from the hallway and a muffled sneeze.

"Mommy, were you listening?" asked Diablo.

"Oh, no, I wasn't, I was just passing by," said Angela lamely.

"You're lying!" said Diablo. "Was it exciting to hear us doing it? Mr. Johnson peed his goop up my girly weewee. It felt fantastic!"

"Good girls don't talk about that!"

"But I'm pretending to be a bad girl!" said Diablo earnestly.

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Angela's plan of getting Diablo to behave if she could play bad girl and pedophile just once more was a miserable failure.

Diablo was a very good little girl as long as she knew she could take me into her bedroom on the weekend and lock the door. When her mother tried to make her stop, she became a terror.

It was late one Saturday night. I had satisfied Diablo an hour before, leaving her asleep with a big smile on her face, sperm dripping out of her naked pussy. I felt entirely satisfied myself, too. But the prospect of Angela's hungry sexuality had rekindled my own interest, and I'd satisfied the grown woman with another fantastic simultaneous orgasm. Now we lazed in bed, both happy and sleepy.

"Um," said Angela. "I'm worried what'll happen if you decide you're not willing to pretend to enjoy sex with her any more. She's kind of dependent on you."

"It's not so bad," I said. "I think I'll keep being OK with it if I can have sex with you too."

"I think it's working well."

"I suppose we could make it more permanent. I could stay over during the week too. Maybe even move in."

"Really?" she asked with bright eyes.

"Yeah!" I said, with equal enthusiasm.

"I wouldn't want to do that unless we were married. I don't want to set a bad example for Diablo."

"I've thought of marriage too, but there's one thing you should know."

"What?" asked Angela eagerly.

"I've always wanted children of my own. I don't think I could marry you unless you were willing to have a baby with me."

"Oh!" said Angela, looking at me with a smile. "Sure! I never wanted Diablo to be an only child."

"What about two?"

"Two -- yes that would be nice!"

"Three?"

"Three... OK, hmmm, I think so."

"Four?"

"Oh, um..."

I smiled. "I think three should be just fine."

Angela smiled, opened her bedside table drawer and brought out a monthly pill dispenser. She tossed it in the little plastic waste basket and smiled at me.

---

It wasn't a particularly large wedding -- a couple dozen guests in all. Diablo loved her frilly white dress.

When the three of us were alone later that night, Angela took Diablo's hands.

"Honey, Mr. Johnson's going to have sex with me first tonight, before he does his make-believe with you."

"Why?"

"Because we're trying to make a baby, and I need his goopy stuff to start it."

"Huh?"

We explained the basics of the facts of life, to the little girl's astonishment.

"But you shoot goop every time, right?"

"Yes, but there's more of it when I haven't done it in a while... the supply builds up, and it's got more of the sperm cells that do the babymaking," I said.

"But I can have a little later?"

"Sure," I said.

Angela didn't conceive right away, and after a while at the right time of month I started suctioning Diablo's pussy out with an eye dropper after I had come inside her, and transferred the several droppersful to Angela to supplement what I had injected directly.

---

Diablo attended the birth, and the 7-year-old did her job and proudly announced that the baby was Amanda, the name we had chosen for a girl.

A few days later when the two of us were alone she asked, "Are you going to wiggle your peepee in her too?"

"Oh, no, sweetie. She's way too young." I realized at once that that wasn't really the best answer.

"When she's older?"

"No, because little girls don't want anyone to do that -- at least most girls," I hastily corrected myself.

"Even pretending like we do?"

"No, even pretending. Besides, if she's my daughter, then it would be incest, and that's bad."

"Why?"

"Because people in the same family never have sex with each other."

"What about mommies and daddies?"

"Well of course, that's different."

"And what about me? Am I your daughter?"

"Well, yes and no. I love you as much as my own daughter, but it's not the same."

"You love me more?"

"In some ways, yes."

Diablo looked hurt.

"In every way," I said. It was close enough to the truth to do.

"So you'd never pretend to be a pedophile with Amanda?"

"No, of course not." I said.

I wouldn't, would I? Certainly not unless she really wanted me to. She wouldn't, would she? Of course not. But I found that the thought had given me a hard-on. Or was it Diablo herself?

It was never spoken aloud, but Angela knew she was in competition with her daughter for my sexual attentions, though I loved them both no matter what, of course. So with her pussy out of commission after the birth, Angela gave me some fine oral sex and insisted I come in her mouth -- it was great. But there's nothing like a pussy, and there was only one of the three in the house that was working at the moment. Mommy's was too big, in a sense, the baby's was way too small, but the little girl's was just right!

Diablo might have been happy with just once a day during that extended period when Angela's pussy was recovering, but she didn't mind having that second orgasm first thing in the morning while I unloaded my night's production of sperm in her pussy. She pretended we were trying to make a baby too, of course. Which was silly, and would be for some years. But in ten years... no, best not to even think such a thing!

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