The year was 1890, and Eric Olson was about to achieve the dream of his young life. He was going to marry Becky.

They had been in the same class all through school. She was pretty, sweet and kind. Her blond hair, her dimples, her smile, and her wide-set blue eyes all melted his heart. Her delicate hands and shapely calves were perfection to his eye. He didn't see much more of her body, and he didn't expect to, as it was a time favoring modest dress. Her arms were visible only in the warmest weather. An occasional glimpse of her thigh was breathtaking.

By the second grade, he was in love with her.

He was a shy boy in general, and doubly shy around Becky. When puberty stirred his loins, Eric found a new urgency and depth to his longing for her.

The only way to be intimate with her was through marriage, of course, and before a man could marry he had to demonstrate that he was a provider. He knew that the young men of the town found her very attractive as well. She would have her pick of many suitors.

Becky and Eric had graduated from high school when they were 18 along with a handful of others. As was the custom of the day for their social class, she then spent her time at home, perfecting the skills a woman needed to be a good wife.

As for Eric, he started learning how to be a successful farmer. He had been working on his father's farm constantly since he was a young lad, as most farm boys do. But after high school graduation he began to look at it differently. He still had tedious chores to perform, but he began to look at the farm as an entire enterprise. He learned of fixed and variable expenses, prices and market uncertainties, maintenance and capital investment. He learned to evaluate whether a new method or device would pay for itself, and whether a new crop would be a good gamble. He learned from his father's example and from his instruction as well. He liked farming, and was good at it.

He didn't make it to church all that often; it's hard for farmers, and his family wasn't especially devout. But when he did, it got him to thinking more carnal thoughts than spiritual ones, for church was full of young women dressed in their finest. Many were attractive, but Becky was the one who made is heart skip a beat.

The only way he would be able to touch her or one of the others was to demonstrate his ability to provide for a family so he could marry. It was a common enough wish, but he felt it more strongly than most. The Sabbath motivated him to work even harder for his material welfare while doing nothing to inspire spiritual growth.

The father spoke occasionally of a loan to set his son up on his own farm at some point in the future, but they remained words and were not spoken often. He was an only child, so some day he would inherit his father's farm, but that could well be many decades away.

In the spring of 1890, measles swept through the town and reached the farm as well. Many came down with the dread disease. Most recovered, but his mother and father both succumbed. Within days Eric's life was turned upside down. He grieved the loss of his parents. They had been good to him and taught him well. The loss was a tragedy, though one that was altogether too common in that day and age.

Farm chores could not wait for grief, and it was good that Eric had the stability of work to keep him on an even keel.

With the death of his mother, there was no female to do the women's work that any household depended on -- a farm household more than most. Aunts and cousins helped out during his parents' illness and for a brief while after, but he needed long-term solution. His unmarried cousin Mildred came to live with him, but it was only a temporary arrangement.

What Eric really needed was a wife. Fortunately, he was now at age 21 the sober and responsible owner of a prosperous farm. He was an eligible bachelor.

His thoughts turned immediately to Becky, but he doubted such a goddess would have him. For some reason she had not married in the three years since graduating from the high school. He called on a couple other eligible young women, and was received with such enthusiasm that his confidence rose. He gathered his courage to pay court to Becky, and she received him with great enthusiasm as well. After a mere two weeks he asked for her hand in marriage. She accepted without hesitation, and her father quickly gave his consent as well.

It was a great surprise for him to learn that she really fancied him above all the other boys and young men. The pressure on her to accept a suitor had built in the past few years, and she was now very happy that she had waited.

A month after his parents' death, Eric was married to Becky in a simple ceremony at the church. Cousin Mildred was eager to get back to her family, and left straight from the wedding to rejoin them.

Their first afternoon at home as a married couple was busy and productive, but Eric had trouble concentrating as he contemplated the wedding night to come.

The blessed moment finally arrived.

The lamps in the bedroom were lit, and the door closed. They turned to each other, and he took her in his arms. He felt shivers run up his spine as they shared their first real kiss. Blood surged to his loins and within seconds he had a full erection. Becky responded to the kisses with obvious pleasure.

She was eager for the physical union to come. Sure, her mother had spoken of some initial pain, but she had also confided that there was much pleasure to come. Her mother's demeanor plainly showed that she herself had greatly enjoyed the pleasure of sexual union.

While the local customs required modesty from young women in public, there were no such rules governing Becky's behavior when she was alone with her husband. She knew she was attractive and was eager to finally show her body in all its glory to a man --and Eric was the man she had dreamed of. Having earlier changed out of her wedding finery and corset, Becky wore now only a dress, a bra, and a "Yankee chemise", a slip-like garment that extended to mid-thigh. Underpants for men and women were still in the future for New England farmers.

As Becky removed her dress, chemise and bra she savored the appreciative looks from her new husband. Eric removed his shirt. He paused before removing his trousers. Was it normal for him to have such a full erection already? Was it impolite? He didn't know, but Becky didn't know either. She didn't mind --not in the least. She gave one of her most winning smiles and looked approvingly at the bulge in his pants. When he removed them, his organ stood forth, protruding dramatically from his body, veins showing against his hard shaft, his tip peeking out from its hood.

Becky tried not to stare. She had never seen an erect penis before, and like many women, she had trouble seeing how it would ever fit inside her. She now believed her mother's warnings of pain far more than her promise of pleasure to come. Still, she was excited. She needed it, even if it hurt.

The two stood facing each other, naked, smiling and excited.

Eric looked Becky up and down, and a little unease grew within him. When he had first known her, Becky had been a small girl with flat chest and slim hips. She had been a late bloomer and had not developed too much during high school, and had hid what development there was under loose-fitting clothing.

Since high school she had caught up to the other girls and surpassed them. And now, standing before him, she had large, full breasts and wide hips. Between her legs was a copious growth of light brown hair. It was just the way she was supposed to look. She had a body suitable for bearing his babies and nursing them.

Yet as he beheld her, he was aware of his erection starting to soften. To hide this fact, he took her by the hand and led her to the bed. As she lay down, he lay beside her and pulled up the covers over them.

He turned to her and looked at her beautiful face, the face he had fantasized about so many times, and a little blood pumped back into his wilting organ. He was thrilled as he cupped her breast for the first time -- but his erection softened. He doubted this was normal, and it worried him. He slid his hand down over her stomach and hips to explore between her legs. She readily spread them to give him access, smiling at him expectantly. He felt hair and flaps of skin, and as he clumsily spread her lips and pressed, the flesh gave an inch or more without running up against bone.

These were the hidden, private parts of a young woman, the place he had dreamt of sliding his organ, the place of ultimate fulfillment of his desires. What's more, they were the inner private parts of Becky, love of his life. And Becky's face made it clear that those parts were open to him, open to his penis. He was not just allowed but encouraged to do whatever he wanted with her. Any red-blooded man would slide his hard penis straight into her opening, possess her and seed her.

His penis, however, was entirely soft. He kissed Becky and rubbed her female parts. Becky winced, then gently grasped his hand and moved it in a way that was evidently more pleasing to her. He kept rubbing, thinking of how sexy she was and how many times he had dreamed of possessing her totally. Becky moaned and gave little gasps, and as she did he felt the area beneath his fingers grow wetter and hotter.

Several minutes into this activity, he saw her give him a significant look. He suspected it meant she was ready for him to take her virginity, but since he wasn't ready, he lowered his head. She caressed his hair and his back, and finally whispered, "I'm ready!" Eric felt panicked. His penis was still soft. He kept rubbing gently. After a minute, Becky giggled and said to him, "You're such a tease!" With that, she slid her hand down in search of Eric's penis. She touched it at once, but then groped around further, wondering if she had somehow missed the long, hard organ she had seen as they stood. But the truth came to her soon enough.

Neither of them knew what to do. She saw that Eric looked uncomfortable. Was there something she was supposed to be doing? Was he too embarrassed to tell her what it was? For his part, he was pretty sure that his body just wasn't responding properly. It wasn't responding the way a real man's body was supposed to.

He removed his hand and hugged her to him, saying, "I love you, Becky."

"I love you too, Eric," she said.

They kissed, but both sensed the tension and unease in the other.

They then found their nightclothes and put them on. Eric wore a nightshirt, and Becky a nightgown, though they were virtually identical: a one-piece elongated long-sleeved shirt which extended below the knees. They turned their backs to each other and slept.

The two were up at dawn to begin the day's work on the farm.

That night Becky came to bed naked again, as did Eric. He kissed her and fondled her, and while he was delighted to behold and touch his beautiful Becky, his organ did not rise.

On the third night Eric came to bed in his nightshirt, and seeing him dressing before retiring, Becky did as well.

There is far more to a marriage than the sex. They relaxed around each other. She learned where everything was in the kitchen and cabinets around the house, learned how he liked his food prepared, and learned of the simpler chores such as feeding chickens and collecting eggs. She made some gentle suggestions for redecorating, and he had no problem with most of them --though a few things he wanted to leave undisturbed, as they were tied in his mind to his mother's way.

Most of all, they talked. He learned of her parents, her past, and all the intrigue among the schoolgirls growing up that he had been totally oblivious to. She had known of his affection for her all along! She certainly couldn't make the first move, though. He was surprised to learn that she, beautiful Becky, had felt shy and uncomfortable throughout her childhood.

The two had lived their lives up to that point without sex, and there was nothing to keep them from going right on that way. They both tried not to think about sex. It was easy for Eric, because the woman lying in bed next to him didn't turn him on --if she had, there would have been no problem. Becky had a harder time. She found the man sleeping right next to her every night to be very sexy, a man she wanted to make love with. She would have even welcomed a brutal and painful ordeal if that was all he could offer. But his organ didn't get suitably hard to allow anything of the kind.

She found her hand between her legs at times, and when his regular breathing showed he was asleep, she rubbed until waves of pleasure broke over her and she had her first orgasm. She felt very guilty, however, and gradually succeeded in just not thinking about sex at all.

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Eric could buy most of what he needed for his farm right in town, a mere five miles away. Occasionally he needed more obscure items -- new varieties of seeds, new tools, or parts. Then they went into the city. When he went on these expeditions, he stayed overnight in a tavern.

Becky stayed home during his first expedition after the marriage, but she suggested she accompany him on the second one. They arranged with a neighbor to do the critical farm chores.

Eric was a sober man whose reactions were muted, especially in public. So when Becky saw a twinkle in his eye and a big smile, she quickly looked to find the cause. A mother walked along the edge of the road, a small boy holding one hand, a small girl the other. Becky saw he was looking at the girl, not the woman or the boy. She was perhaps five years old, with dark brown hair and blue eyes, smiling, alert, and in love with life. She wore a simple gray dress. Becky made a note of it. A minute later, on the same walk, a girl of eight or so walked by in the company of her father, and Becky saw a similar reaction on Eric's face, if less pronounced.

Among the guests at the inn was a family. The youngest of the three children was a girl of perhaps three or four. Eric kept glancing at her as they had their evening meal in the inn.

"Beautiful, isn't she?" Becky said.

Eric saw that Becky had seen him looking. "Um, yes!" he agreed, though she saw he looked flustered.

"Wouldn't it be nice to have one of our own?" Becky asked. She at once regretted it, as she had reminded him of his impotence. Naturally a cloud came over Eric's face.

The next morning as they were preparing to leave for home, Eric went out behind the inn to use the privy. On his way back, he passed two people who were waiting their turn. The first was an older woman who stood in the yard not too far from the privy. The second was that same little girl. She was leaning against the door that led back to the inn, and gave him only a brief and shy smile as he passed. Once inside, Eric lingered in the hall, occasionally looking out the window to see what that charming girl was up to. He stayed back from the window so she couldn't see him.

The girl went nearer the privy and leaned over to play with some bits of sticks and weeds, but kept looking up at the privy door. The woman was taking her time. He saw the girl hold her legs together and squirm, and she looked increasingly uncomfortable. The girl looked worried, and after glancing around, in one deft motion she hitched up her skirt and squatted. A stream of golden pee drained from her body within seconds. She was facing him, and he had had a clear view of her little slit. His cock rose rapidly in his pants as he moved away from the window. The scene was etched in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the harder his cock became.

He let himself into the room he and Becky were about to vacate.

"Eric, dear, I am just about all ready to go --."

Eric didn't answer. Instead, he dropped his trousers to reveal his rigid cock. He didn't speak to Becky, but pushed her urgently towards the bed, not looking at her. His young wife was confused, but saw the opportunity provided by his erection. She began to fiddle with her clothing, but Eric said, "Quickly!" His eyes were shut, the image of the girl's slit in his mind.

In some exasperation, he tossed her back on the bed, pushing her skirt up to give him access. But her chemise stuck.

Becky said, "Wait, you'll rip it!" and managed to pull it up out of the way.

Eric saw his goal and lodged the tip of his cock where he thought it belonged, then shut his eyes again, imagining that little girl squatting. With a mighty shove he felt Becky's flesh press in, but his poor aim became clear when he found himself pressing against a bone. Becky quickly grasped his organ and changed the aim. He shoved again, and this time there was no bone, but the flesh did not give. He shifted his arms to get better leverage, then lunged one more time.

"Ouch!" whispered Becky, and tensed up.

Eric kept shoving inward, then began in and out strokes, fast and frantic. His cock chafed against Becky's dry flesh, but he didn't at the time know that it could feel so much better. His cock was in the warm cavity where it belonged, and within fifteen seconds of penetration, his body convulsed and he spurted, keeping up his frantic thrusting as the spurts continued. Finally they stopped, and he withdrew, seeing as he did Becky's confused face moist with tears. She looked down and saw that blood had stained her chemise; some had soaked through to her dress. Afraid that it might seep through onto the spread on the inn's bed, she leapt up, trying to contain the blood.

Eric moaned, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Becky was in many ways upset. Her husband had taken her virginity in a very abrupt and brutal manner, rupturing her maidenhead so that the blood had ruined her best dress. She had had no chance to warm up at all, and her vagina hurt badly.

However, she was also very happy. They had finally consummated their marriage, and this was hopefully the start of sexual relations that would get better with time. Above all, now she might be able to have a baby!

"It's OK!" Becky said. "I'm so glad! What happened? -- No, never mind that. I'm so glad," she said, bending down to kiss him where he lay.

He returned the kiss, but felt guilty and confused. Obviously it was the sight of a little girl peeing-- and especially that glimpse of her little labia -- that had gotten him hard. During the brief sex he had looked at Becky as little as possible because he needed to keep thinking of that little slit, not his wife.

"You went to the privy, right?" she asked. Eric nodded. "You didn't run into any little girls, did you?" Becky asked, teasing. But she was startled by the embarrassment she saw briefly flutter across her husband's face.

"Um, well, that little one was going in as I was coming out," he said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Becky filed that information away.

As they retired that night in their own bed, Eric turned to his wife, hoping his erection would materialize. She was quite sore from their morning encounter, but she would put up with anything if it could contribute to the start of a real sex life. Unfortunately his cock did not rise.

They went to bed in their nightclothes from then on. He hoped that perhaps some spontaneous kissing and fondling might help if there were no expectations. It would be easy enough to remove their nightclothes if opportunity presented itself. But it did not. He was discouraged but not surprised. Becky was bitterly disappointed.

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As usual, the bedroom was completely dark. Eric eased into bed, debating what he should do with the new litter of pigs. Which ones were worth keeping?

"Eric," said a small voice. "It's Becky! I like you, Eric."

"Becky?" Eric asked.

"I'm only seven years old," she said. "Would you touch me, Eric? On my chest?"

"Becky..." he said. Was she making fun of him?

"It's OK, why not pretend?" she whispered. "Let's try!"

That put him at ease.

Uncertainly, Eric turned and ran his hand over Becky's chest. Her breasts were tightly bound with cloth.

Eric turned Becky's face to him and kissed her.

"Ooooo!" she giggled, playing her part like a girl who had never been kissed.

"You kissed me!" she squealed. "Now, between my legs, up under my dress? It's naughty, but I want you to touch me there."

Eric found his cock rising as he slid his hand up under the girl's nightie. Between her legs, there was no hair! She must have shaved. His cock hardened more. He felt Becky's hand check the state of his cock, and then she whispered, "Can you lie on me and poke that peepee up under my nightie?"

Eric was into the swing of things. He mounted his little girl. He kept at bay his perception of the heft of woman he felt beneath him, trying to keep in mind the illusion of girlhood Becky was trying to create.

"Now, in my body?" she said. "I'm feeling very naughty. Please?"

Becky aimed his cock and Eric pushed and he slid in. Her vagina was wet and hot, and he just kept gliding in, deeper and deeper. It felt so much better than during their brief fumbled encounter in the inn! This was where his cock was supposed to be, and his body responded as nature intended. In under a minute his strokes lengthened as he pushed in more insistently, and then he groaned as his cum shot into the little girl beneath him.

Becky sighed with delight and hugged Eric to her even as he kept twitching.

The two woke with lighter hearts as they went about their day's business. That night Becky once again impersonated the little girl he had adored so much, and he slid his hard cock into her. But this time he couldn't help notice the heft to her thighs. As he moved his hands to change position, he found her wide hips, and at that moment his erection shrank within her.

Becky's efforts at pretending to be a girl never worked again to rouse Eric's manhood.

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Ten months of marriage had passed, and it had been fully consummated only twice.

Becky had an idea. She was very nervous about bringing it up with Eric, so she wanted to pick exactly the right moment.

Twice she made an especially nice dinner, but sensing he was not in a good mood she put off the conversation. After the third dinner, he seemed to be in a good mood. Conditions would never be better.

"I wanted to ask you something, Eric," she said as he sat back in his chair after enjoying the cherry pie.

"Go ahead!" said Eric.

"I was thinking of hiring a girl to help me around the house. You know, helping with the wash and the ironing, feeding chickens and the like."

"I hardly think there would be enough to keep YOU busy, without hiring anyone new."

Becky was momentarily tempted to reply that if he had been seeding her regularly, as was his duty and her right, maybe she would have a child to care for and enough work to occupy her time fully. But wisely she resisted.

"I hear girls are very cheap, nothing like a hired hand."

"Still, once you start spending a little extra here, a little extra there, it starts adding up."

"Well, the other reason is I'd be less lonely with some companionship."

"There's plenty of time to visit Mrs. Ambercroth next door, isn't there?"

"Yes, yes... but I find her tiresome. What's more, I think a girl could make things more lively around here."

"Well..."

This was the crucial moment, and Becky's heart pounded hoping she would deliver it just right. "Besides, you might enjoy having her around too." She went right on. "We could try it for a week or two, and then send her back if it doesn't work out."

Eric had heard Becky's line. He enjoyed little girls, and there was nothing wrong with that. But he still had a distinct memory of that girl squatting in the grass behind the inn. It was that sight alone which had allowed him to consummate the marriage. If only he could infuse that memory with color and vitality again! Did Becky suspect that it was the sight of the girl's nakedness that had aroused him?

Could they recreate whatever it was he needed to get hard? Having a girl around would seem like a good start. Trying for a week or two should do no harm.

"Did you have a girl in mind?" he asked.

"Do you know the Connor family?"

"No, not really."

"They live in town. They have six children, and Mr. Connor has taken to drink. There is little money left for Mrs. Connor and she is having a terrible time keeping the household going."

"Hmmm, OK," Eric said.

"Why don't we go in to visit them and see if they have a girl we could hire?"

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The Connors lived in what could charitably be called a shack. The woman who answered the door looked much older than her 31 years, her clothing worn.

"Mr. Olson! Mrs. Olson! Oh my, what a surprise!"

"Hello, Mrs. Connor, how are you today?" Eric asked.

"Oh, quite well, I can't complain, sir."

Becky spoke, "Do you mind if we come in for a moment? We had something we wanted to discuss with you."

Mrs. Connor looked embarrassed and off balance. "It really is quite a mess in there, I am afraid to say."

"Well, we could talk out here, that is fine too!"

"Oh, thanks for understanding, ma'am. Things have been a bit hard lately, I have to admit." A child screamed within, and with a brief look of apology Mrs. Connor leaned in the door. "Arthur!" she hissed. A boy's voice spoke soothingly, and the screaming died away.

"I can see you have your hands full," Becky said, "so I'll get right to the point. Eric is of course out working all day out in the fields, and I'm proud of how well the farm is doing." Eric looked down. "I'd like to hire a girl to help me out -- and keep me company."

Mrs. Connor didn't quite understand. "My oldest girl is Judith, ma'am, and she's just eight, and I'm not sure how much she could help." But not wanting to let any chance at some income slip away, however unlikely, she adopted a more positive tone: "But she's a good girl, and a bright one, and she can learn fast!" She turned over her shoulder to shout with an air of command, "Judith, freshen up quick and come out here!" After a pause and a quick, sheepish glance at her visitors, she added, "Please!"

Judith's dress was stained. She had combed her hair but it was nonetheless oily. But she did look alert. "What sort of duties did you have in mind, ma'am?" Mrs. Connor asked.

Eric interrupted. "Can you bring all your children out for us to see?"

"Yes, could you, please?" Becky asked, following her husband's lead.

"Certainly, give me a moment." Mrs. Connor disappeared within, followed by Judith. After a minute of urgent whispers and a few yelps, a motley crew assembled.

"Steven is not here at the moment, but here we have Judith of course, then Arthur, who is six, the twins Helen and John who are almost four, and of course Faith," she said, indicating the baby in her arms.

They all looked somewhere between thin and gaunt.

Becky saw quickly that Eric's eyes were fixed on Helen.

Becky squatted low. "Helen, can you come see me?"

The girl hid behind her twin John, but looked up questioningly at her mother.

"Yes, dear, go to the nice lady!"

"What a lovely girl you are, Helen!" Becky exclaimed.

Eric caught the shy smile that flickered across Helen's face, and his mind was made up.

"What do you think, Eric?"

"She looks OK to me," he said nonchalantly.

"What do you want such a little one for?" Mrs. Connor asked, as Helen hurried back to hug her mother's leg.

"She could help feed the chickens and gather eggs. But I'm not looking for work really, I just like the idea of someone to keep me company. Someone to chat and babble at me. "

"Well, I could see that," Mrs. Connor said, though her memory of a time when she wanted anyone new to chat and babble at her was quite dim.

This sounded very promising. Although she would miss her little girl, simply having one less mouth to feed would be a welcome relief. But Mrs. Olson had not said she would be willing to take a child off her hands, she had said she wanted to hire the girl.

"I could consider it," she said, leaving it to the Olsons to name a price.

"How about one dollar a week?" Eric asked.

Mrs. Connor's heart skipped a beat. That would help a great deal! But it was much too high, and she was suspicious.

"This isn't charity, is it?" she said. "I don't take charity!"

"No, not at all!" Eric added. "I just think that it would be worth a dollar a week to have little Helen around -- for Mrs. Olson's sake," he said, looking off into space.

"What about fifty cents?" Becky suggested.

"I would feel better about that," Mrs. Connor agreed, though also disappointed to be passing up those extra fifty cents a week. "When would you like her?"

"When is convenient for you?"

"Any time."

"What about right now?" Eric asked. He fished into his pocket for fifty cents and held it out.

"We'll have to see how it goes," Becky said. "If Helen is unhappy or there is some other problem, we may have to send her back."

"Of course, of course," Mrs. Connor agreed, though her eyes were fixed on the two quarters that Eric held.

She turned to her brood. "The rest of you -- back in the house!"

Judith and Arthur stooped to kiss their little sister and whisper a word to her before heading inside. Mrs. Connor handed the baby to Judith as she went in. John didn't understand what was happening and went straight inside without a word to his twin.

Sensing the mother wanted to speak with her daughter alone, Becky said, "Mr. Olson and I will wait over here, Mrs. Connor."

Mrs. Connor swooped the girl into her arms and spoke to her quietly. As she spoke, Helen looked back and forth between the Olsons and her mother, tears welling up in her eyes. Mrs. Connor gave her a long hug, then set her down and led her by the hand to Becky. Eric handed the woman the coins, and the Olsons helped Helen into their carriage.

Becky talked to Helen soothingly on the ride back to the farm, though the girl remained frightened, anxious and silent.

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Helen's first show of enthusiasm came at supper. She ate greedily, then gladly took the seconds and thirds she was offered. She was less enthusiastic about having her hair cut short and the long, hot bath that Becky gave her, nor was she too happy to sit in her lap for an hour as Becky went over every inch of her head and body in search of lice.

"Say goodnight to Mr. Olson, Helen."

When the girl turned her head away, Eric said, "Oh, that's OK, you don't have to say anything to me until you feel like it. Is there anything else you'd like before you go to bed?"

"More food?" the tyke nearly whispered.

Becky gave her husband an approving smile as she led Helen off to the kitchen for an evening snack, then to her clean, fresh bed.

The girl perked up considerably with fresh, clean clothes, the undivided doting attention of a grown-up, and above all enough food. She had the run of the house, the barn, and the fields nearby.

Eric had a little time to spend with Helen after his chores were done at night. He asked her questions, listened to her answers with great interest, and made conversation. He smiled at her, and sympathized when she was sad. Becky observed all that hopefully.

But Eric kept Helen physically at a distance. While Helen snuggled freely in Becky's lap, she sensed correctly that Eric's was off limits.

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After a week Helen no longer looked thin and her appetite had subsided to what one would expect for a little girl. She seemed happy and secure in her new home. Eric decided it was time to let himself think about her body in detail. He could still picture that girl out in back of the inn, squatting and peeing, but the image was fading. He hoped he would feel the same about watching Helen. But it would be embarrassing to let Becky know just what he wanted to see. He needed some time with the girl that he knew would be private.

Eric knew Becky had suggested hiring a girl hoping that it would ignite their love life. He hoped that her yearning for that goal was strong enough that she wouldn't ask too many questions about exactly what he might want to do. It was of course quite harmless -- just embarrassing.

Eric hatched a plan.

"I'd like to check on Helen in the middle of the night," he mentioned to Becky casually. "Just the two of us."

Eric was so kind to Helen when he talked with her that it was hard to imagine he would do anything mean to her. Still, her maternal instincts were aroused, and she was uneasy letting him do something to the girl in her care without her knowledge. Her desire for a sex life was stronger. She managed a carefree, "Sure."

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"Helen?" Eric whispered.

"Mmmm? Yes, Mr. Olson?" the girl whispered as she woke up.

It was 9pm, and she had been sleeping since her 7:30 bedtime.

"I've learned about something that's good for you, OK? Come get up with me now, and come over to the chamber pot."

The girl sighed but pulled herself awake and gamely got out of bed.

"OK, try to pee, so you're all empty."

Without fanfare, the little girl raised her nightgown and sat. A little trickle of pee came out, and Eric's eyes were riveted to the spot between her legs. It was just as exciting as he had hoped it would be.

"OK, that's it! Back to bed!"

Helen smiled and was all too happy for Eric to pick her up and tuck her into bed so she could return to her slumbers.

Eric's cock had pulsed to life within his trousers. He extinguished the lamp in the hallway and slipped into bed beside Becky in the dark. He began kissing and fondling her, trying to keep in mind the image of Helen's demure private parts. Becky cooperated eagerly in raising her nightgown to expose her full-grown womanly parts, and within seconds Eric had thrust his pulsing manhood deep inside of her. He lasted a full minute as the image of the girl's perfect little pads of flesh stayed in his mind. "Oh, Becky!" he moaned as he pulsed his seed deep inside of her. Becky hugged and kissed him with excitement.

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The next night Eric decided to be a bit bolder.

"One sec, Helen -- before you pee, give me a sec." Eric set the oil lamp down in front of the girl as she sat on the pot. He got down on his knees, then leaned over and peered closely at the little pads of sweet flesh that were hidden from all outsiders and were open to his view only at this one time of day. Their curves struck him as amazingly artistic. "OK," he said, and her little stream of pee tinkled into the pot. It was terrifically exciting!

"Good girl!"

He gave her a hand to stand up, then carefully smoothed her nightgown down to hide her privates again. He then picked her up under the arms and gave the dear thing a gentle hug before laying her in her bed and covering her up again.

This time he was already in his own nightshirt, and Becky was naked. She had rubbed herself between the legs to get hot and wet, suspecting and hoping that Eric would be hard again. As he plunged into her, she found her pleasure growing. Eric held off for nearly two minutes, stroking strongly in and out of her pussy, images of the girl's slit dancing in front of his eyes. Every girl had it, and he knew it was just flesh, but to him it was a divine manifestation, God made present here on earth.

Becky convulsed with her first real orgasm. She realized that the little pulses she had guiltily caused with her own hand now and then were only a pale imitation. She felt no guilt at all about this climax, springing as it did from within the sex act at the heart of marriage where sexual pleasure was permissible. Far more important to her, however, was Eric's climax, which sent more of his seed spurting into her vagina where she hoped it would soon take hold.

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Sleepy as she was, Helen could tell what Eric was looking at. Puzzled at the fuss, right after she peed she reached down with her fingers and pulled her labia far apart to peek within. The lips deformed, and the tissues within were suddenly exposed.

"Oh, no, sweetie!" Eric said. "Don't do that!" He tried to balance his distress with compassion. "I mean, it's OK to do it, just don't do it when I'm looking, OK?"

Helen looked puzzled.

"It's your body, honey," Eric went on, "and you can do what you want with it. It's just that I love, really love, looking at this part of you, and I like it all closed up and natural. Does that make sense?"

Helen nodded. She knew what he was asking in concrete terms: don't spread things apart when he was watching. As for why he made the request, perhaps that was something no one other than Eric himself understood.

"Also, Helen, you can keep a secret, right?"

Helen nodded and smiled. She was a big girl.

"Let's keep it a secret that I look at you like this."

"OK," she said, and shrugged.

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"Just let me look a little more." Eric lay prone on the floor, the lamp a foot from Helen as she sat on the pot, his face a foot away as well. There were those holy lips. He admired their gentle curve, the perfect symmetry, and how they came together gently to form the slit. At the moment the slit of this particular set of labia was accented with a tiny drop of golden liquid. He gently nudged her legs further apart. He just sat and looked, mesmerized, wonder filling his heart. If a child was a girl -- instead of one of the common, vulgar, unattractive boys -- she had a set of those little flaps, elegantly hiding her sexual potential.

Finally Helen yawned, breaking his reverie, and he lifted her up and put her in bed.

His cock was painfully hard. After extinguishing the lamp as usual, he crept into his bed where Becky awaited. She didn't ask the source of the delay; she was happy with the end result. He drove his rigid organ into her with enthusiasm and lust, stimulating her to orgasm and delivering that special stuff she needed to start a baby.

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Eric started each night with Becky, and he could tell by body language when she was interested. He promptly went in to visit young Helen, and invariably came back to bed with a raging hard on. Becky aroused herself when he left for Helen's room. She didn't need his precious erection marking time while he warmed her up after returning to bed. So all he had to do was push, and her hands guided him straight into her hot, wet pussy.

She also learned that he liked it best when she held her knees up and out to the side. When he mounted her, he held himself up above her in "sea lion fashion." With those two techniques his contact with her body was minimal, and he had few reminders that she was a mature woman. Their contact was where his cock drove into her pussy, and at the angle he liked best the areas right around their genitals pushed against each other flat against flat in an especially satisfying way.

Sometimes all he was up for was a few thrusts and an ejaculation; sometimes that was all she wanted too.

But many times he thrust with intense enthusiasm, grunting, and she moaned and sighed back at him.

About two weeks after Eric first watched Helen tinkle in her chamber pot, he and Becky were having an especially satisfying encounter.

He knew at one level that he was making love to his wife, giving her pleasure and trying to impregnate her.

But most of his thoughts were not on his wife but on the girl. In his mind's eye he saw Helen's labia, situated artfully right where they just had to be. He imagined Helen's small, pure pussy joining with his manhood in a magical union. His penis was no smaller, and her exquisite lips no bigger, but somehow they fit perfectly. He imagined his cock sliding gently within those folds without really opening them up. As it slid into her, his robust penis became an angelic organ thrusting smoothly and quickly into the tiny, equally angelic vagina of the girl. In his fantasy she adored him and he adored her with a chaste passion. His thrusts were at the speed of a hummingbird's wings. When he achieved orgasm, she welcomed the few magical drops of divine essence that he released gently inside her, and their souls joined as one. That magical sex was what Helen's body was ready for.

In reality his long, hard and far-from-angelic prick was fucking away deeply into Becky's grown-up wet, hot, fleshy twat, the organ meant to receive him. Adult flesh was rutting into adult flesh with animal urgency, hard and rude. Eric's strokes were effectively violent in intention, as his inner beast was determined to ream into his mate as far as he could before spewing out his sticky seed.

The violence was contained only because he was thrashing around in a padded cell. Becky's tissues were tough and elastic. Her pubic bone kept his organ from penetrating halfway into her chest, her slick secretions kept his lightning thrusts from sanding away their skin. Secure in its defenses, her body relished the violence his tried to mete out.

Stimulated by Eric's hard and inelegant prong and its rough, violent insistence, Becky's clit and pussy seized with orgasm, and she moaned with the basest, crudest, and most carnal of pleasures.

The culmination of Eric's violence included delivery of his unruly mess. His sperm finally geysered deep within her. Eric let out a guttural moan as his rhythmic spurting began.

Eric flopped off of Becky and lay beside her while the two caught their breath.

And that's when they both heard a little rustling beside the bed. They could see absolutely nothing in the darkness.

Alarmed, Eric said, "Helen?"

"Hi," said the little girl.

"Oh, no," moaned Becky.

"Are you OK?" Eric asked.

"Fine," the little one replied simply.

"What made you come in here?"

"I heard noises and wanted to know. You sounded like mommy and daddy used to."

Eric hesitated, then decided to press ahead with his question. "What was it like when mommy and daddy used to do things?"

"Eric!" hissed Becky. Eric put his hand on his wife's shoulder to silence her.

"Mommy tried to get away, but daddy wouldn't let her. Then he lied on her and his hard thingie poked her over and over. Mommy cried, and when daddy had rolled off she looked to see if we were all asleep, and I pretended."

"And what did you hear between me and Mrs. Olson?"

"Eric!!" hissed Becky more loudly.

"It was a lot longer," said the little one, "and... Mrs. Olson..." The child hesitated.

"Do you want to know how Mrs. Olson was feeling?"

Eric imagined the little girl's head nodding.

"Tell her, Becky."

Becky didn't want to be having this conversation, but she figured reassurance was important as long as Eric had brought the subject up.

"I wasn't sad or scared, Helen. I didn't mind what Mr. Olson was doing."

"She not only didn't mind, she liked it a lot. A whole lot. Just like me."

"Eric!" Becky hissed once more.

"OK," Eric said with some annoyance. "You tell Helen that you were not having a very, very good time."

"Let me take you back to bed," Becky said, groping to find first the girl, then the doorway. She realized she was stark naked, but hoped Helen wouldn't notice in the total darkness.

Becky shut the door carefully after returning to bed.

"Eric! Why did you ask all those questions? That's not our business what her parents do! And it's not her business what we do!"

"Think about it from her point of view. She heard us making noises in the dark. She knows that when her parents make noises like that, her mother is very upset. So if I didn't say anything, she would assume that I chase you around and make you cry by poking my thingie in and out. Does that make her feel safe? Happy?"

Becky sighed. "It just isn't right."

Eric was silent a moment. "I know all three of us are a lot happier the way things are than the way they were before."

When Becky had asked if Helen wanted to go back to her family, the little girl had shaken her head emphatically. Becky herself was feeling the pleasure and satisfaction of conjugal union and hoped she would get pregnant soon. And Eric was obviously feeling a lot of pleasure too.

"Eric, what are you doing with her before you come to bed?"

Eric felt a mild wave of nausea, and stalled for time.

"Did you ask her?"

"No. Out of the blue she announced proudly that what you did was a secret."

Eric had to smile. She had done as he asked, though she didn't understand that saying you had a secret and not telling wasn't very helpful.

"What I am doing is... This is embarrassing."

"It's OK, Eric," Becky said, hoping it really would be OK.

"I told her it's good for her to empty her pee out, so I have her pee in the pot, and I look at her. Her body down there. I love looking at it. A little girl's parts are just so perfect." Eric held his breath, waiting for a sound to indicate derision or disgust.

"Oh," said Becky, and thought a moment. "Do you touch her?"

"No."

"Do you have her show you what's inside?"

"No!" Eric said. "I just look at what shows."

"And that gets you hard?" Becky asked, incredulous.

Eric sighed, and Becky could tell he was feeling hurt.

Becky was getting sexual satisfaction and the sperm she wanted. She had suggesting taking in this girl so that Eric would be turned on enough to make love to her, and it was working. He wasn't touching or hurting little Helen. She decided to change her tone in a hurry.

"I'm sorry," Becky said. "That's just fine that you like her privates. I sometimes think your organ is perfect too."

Eric felt a little better, though he knew it was not the same thing at all. "Look, I know it's weird, but that's just the way I am."

She sighed, and then said, "I guess you can do what you want with her as long as she doesn't mind. Does she mind?"

"No, not at all! Not that she especially likes it, either."

There was a brief lull.

"Eric," she asked, suddenly. "Why don't you like my body?"

"I do like your body! I think it's wonderful!"

"Then why can't we make love the ordinary way? Why isn't it enough?"

"My -- you know, cock -- just doesn't respond. It doesn't happen when I look at you. You've got a gorgeous body -- the body of a woman. It just doesn't make my cock grow. Instead, what makes me hard is little girls' little flaps." He paused. "I'd love to change, but I don't know how. I think that's just the way I am."

Becky found it very confusing.

"But I love you in every other way!" Eric said, and he hugged her passionately. She returned the hug.

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"Can I, can I touch you there?" Eric asked, with bated breath.

Helen simply nodded.

Eric slowly moved his trembling fingers in between her legs. The world stopped for him as the index finger of his right hand first brushed against her little curved right flap. He stroked down an inch. He then moved it to her left flap, being careful to stay a quarter inch away from the graceful, mysterious, shy crack where the two lips kissed, protecting what was within.

Helen giggled. "That tickles," she said.

"Sorry!" Eric said, stopping immediately and giving her a hand to help her up off the pot. Somehow his organ was sticking out in a particularly prominent manner.

As he straightened her nightgown, she said, "You're peepee's all big. Now you go make Mrs. Olson happy?"

He whispered, "Yes!" as he tucked her in and kissed her. The idea that she understood the sequence of events turned him on.

He barely got his raging cock inside his wife before he spurted hard. Knowing that Helen knew what was happening, he didn't hold himself back in his ecstasy and said with some passion, "Oh, Becky!"

"Shhh!" said his wife.

When they were both silent they heard faintly, "Oh, Becky! Oh, Becky!" as the little one echoed what she had heard.

"You'll have to be quieter!" said Becky.

Eric related their little conversation.

"She didn't seem upset?"

"Not in the least. And from her tone just now with the, 'Oh, Becky!' it sounds like it's no big deal to her -- like she finds it kind of funny."

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"Now you've peed, why don't you climb back up on the bed so I can look at you up here?"

Helen didn't mind. It was much more comfortable for Eric on the bed than on the floor. So the little one lay back on her elbows, legs spread wide. Eric put one hand on each of her hips, then moved his hands in to gently massage her tummy. Moving his hands in tandem, he slid them very lightly over her hips and down the outside of her thighs.

"Tickles!" she said.

He used a firmer pressure as he massaged the girl's calves and knees, then gradually slid up and down her inner thighs, over and over. Then he kept going but instead of touching the source of his fascination he veered upwards, so the fingers of his two hands met right above where her labial crack began.

He loved that spot. He looked first above her slit, where the skin crossed her mid-line as one smooth surface of tender girl flesh, then moving down slightly there was the first hint of a depression, the beginning of a cleft. Then the special spot where the bottom of the trench first became hidden by the perfect arcs of skin that met above. It was a sort of little cleavage.

But he traced his fingers downward on her flaps, leaving a quarter-inch gap to keep him clear of that private cleavage. He had to exert a little pressure so it wouldn't tickle her, and now he saw the flesh of her little labia depress just a little as his fingers slid down on each side. He felt her flesh molding itself ever so slightly around his fingertip. He kept tracing his fingers downwards to where the cleavage stopped, where the floor of the canyon first became visible. He didn't find anything below that point very erotic. That way lay her anus, which did not in his mind share in any way the same pure, angelic quality of her labia.

So his fingers slid up again, ever so slowly. Her flesh depressed an eighth of an inch, and he could see her slit itself changing. A tiny fraction of an inch of skin became visible on each side of the cleft, skin that had previously been touching the skin on the other side. Now it was exposed! He saw that little bit of flesh exposed right opposite where his fingers were, but then looking down as he moved his fingers upwards he saw those two minute strips of skin close together again. It restored the protection of her slit by the tiny fraction of an inch that his gentle pressure had exposed in passing. She didn't seem to mind that violation -- of course she wouldn't, he reflected. From her perspective those little labia were nothing special. That was just the way they grew, like everything else on her body.

After covering up little Helen, he hurried into his own bedroom where his wife awaited.

Becky's corresponding organs, her outer labia, were already spread a little. As the tip of his organ first slid into Becky's waiting vagina, the outer lips were pressed aside to accommodate him. As tip was followed inch after inch with his shaft, the lips rolled in just a little, then unrolled a tiny bit as he came back out. Neither of them was aware of that, because as grown cock pushed into grown pussy, the inner lips were much closer to the action. They were sucked into Becky's vagina, pulled along by the sides of his cock as it plunged deep, then were drawn out again well past the surface level of her body. Over and over again they were pressed within, then sucked out again. The motion stimulated Becky's sex nerves that were laced through that tissue. But the part the two lovers were most aware of was the motion of his cock itself as it suddenly spread her vaginal walls with each thrust, the walls as suddenly easing shut to occupy the space as his penis withdrew. Over and over.

Within Helen, all of that was hidden and sleeping. It would take a prolonged bath of hormones to enlarge and waken her inner tissues to such possibilities. Once the capacity was present, it would take the further stimulation of the immediate act of sex --of an intruding penis -- to enlarge them further, wet them, and make them sing with pleasure.

Helen needed nothing at the moment except her outer lips, shielding what lay within, biding its time. But the outer lips performed their protective function with a grace, ease and elegance that Eric found terrifically exciting.

On that particular night, Eric and Becky rose to climax together, whispering desperately to each other as the pleasure built excruciatingly, breathing fast and heavy, loud moans marking the actual climax when Eric's seed shot into Becky and her body welcomed it with spasms of ecstasy.

As soon as they climaxed, they heard a rustling against their door, then giggling and the patter of little feet as Helen withdrew. She had had her ear pressed to the door to hear it all as the two grown-ups fucked.

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One night Helen was especially hard to awaken. Eric had a new idea. He pulled down the covers, then hitched up her nightgown and arranged her on her back. Then he slowly spread her legs wide apart. Helen kept right on sleeping. Then he had all the time in the world. So first he looked, then he started rubbing her thighs. Then he got to his usual labial massage. He never tired of feeling her smooth flesh give way ever so slightly under his fingers. He realized that since she was asleep she might not mind what had tickled her before. So he grazed his fingers ever so lightly along her labia, barely touching the tiny, fine hairs that grew there -- as they grow anywhere else on a person's body. He admired that sensation and felt his erection growing especially hard.

Then the girl twitched in her sleep, then looked up groggily. When she saw who it was and what was happening, she gave a faint smile and went right back to sleep.

Eric realized that as Helen slept, he had the freedom to express his lust. He licked his lips. He panted. He pursed his lips as if he was going to kiss the little one's labia, though he didn't actually go near them. Then he had a thrilling thought. He removed his robe and knelt on the bed below the little girl, his cock full and strong and hard. He bent over the tyke and moved his cock to within six inches of the little one's heavenly spot. He even rubbed it a couple times.

Then he had an inspiration. Putting his robe back on, he went to the hallway. Instead of extinguishing the lamp, he kept it lit as he went into his bedchamber. Becky looked up, curious as to what this change in routine meant.

"Come look at her, Becky."

"What?"

"Helen. She's asleep, but all exposed like I like to look at her."

"Why?"

"I'd just like you to see what I find so exciting."

Becky shrugged, got out of bed and found her own robe and followed him. She didn't want to make Eric ashamed of his unusual attraction.

"See how beautiful she is?" Eric whispered.

Becky nodded politely. What she saw was a little girl, naked from the waist down.

"See how the lips are so smooth, and the beautiful curves?"

Becky nodded. She supposed it was beautiful, in its own way.

"See that little graceful slit, just a line? See those tiny, tiny hairs?"

Becky nodded again. She was especially eager for Eric's sperm, since she had a hunch she might be in a fertile period.

She took his hand and smiled, tugging him gently towards the bedroom. But Eric would not be moved. His hand slipped within his own robe to stroke his cock a couple times. Then he put his arm around Becky and squeezed.

"What would you think..." he started, hesitating. "What if we do it in here?" he asked.

"In here? She might wake up!"

"No, she won't. And even if she did, she's heard us do it. She knows we do it."

"No, no, come back to bed!"

But Eric wouldn't move.

"Just lie down here at the bottom."

He pantomimed his suggestion that she lie at the foot of the bed with her pelvis right at the edge and her legs draped over the edge.

She shook her head.

"Please?" he asked earnestly. "You just need to pull your nightgown up a little."

He really wanted to, and although she didn't like the idea, she couldn't see any danger of real harm. She wanted his sperm.

"But very quiet, OK?" she whispered.

He nodded eagerly.

She assumed her position at the edge of the bed and scrunched up her nightgown just enough that her pussy was accessible. She was a little ashamed to realize that she felt an extra sexual thrill to be doing it in this naughty location with the danger that Helen would wake up.

As bright-eyed as any schoolboy about to pull a naughty prank, he let his own robe fall open as he moved into position. He slid in, and Becky felt a loving pang as she saw the pure pleasure on his face. Up to this point their lovemaking had always been in the dark, so she never saw him. He drew back slowly and pressed in again. Then she saw his eyes shift up to Helen.

Yes, he was looking straight at Helen as she lay with nightgown scrunched around her waist and labia on full display. His eyes feasted on that labial slit. Below, his cock was engaged between his wife's pussy lips. It was sunk deep within her wet and welcoming passage. But now he wasn't just remembering Helen's heavenly labia, he was actually looking at them.

He kept his strokes very slow, to minimize the risk of disturbing the little one's sleep. Becky's vagina was doing its best to get him to ejaculate -- a very convincing job, he realized. His eyes were fixed on little Helen's elegant girl parts as he surged nine times, and on the ninth his innards cramped as they shot his wife full of sperm. His eyes remained glued to the little girl.

Becky didn't mind that she didn't climax. She loved seeing her husband's face in ecstasy, and she loved the fact that he had delivered the goods. She was not so happy that while he was achieving his ecstasy he was not looking at her, nor did he have his eyes closed, where she could assume he was either thinking of her or of no one at all. No, he was staring right up between the legs of another female -- a small girl.

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Sex always started with Eric visiting young Helen in her bed. There was no need for her to pee in the pot -- there never had been -- so now he just arranged to have her exposed so he could feast his eyes on her. Sometimes she woke to do it herself, other times he gently nudged the sleepy girl into position. He was surprised, amused, and touched to find that she sometimes just went to sleep with her nightgown around her waist, on her back, with legs spread.

Becky was not eager to repeat having sex on Helen's bed as she slept, but Eric pushed for it strongly. They reached a compromise where they did it in the dark, in their own bed, three times for every one time they did it in Helen's. Becky always had at least one orgasm in her own bed, as Eric pumped away with abandon, hard and fast. In Helen's room she was too nervous, and Eric's motion was quite different. His strokes were long, slow -- and few. Sometimes he finished in only three strokes. But he always surged into her on the last stroke, pressing very hard and very deep as he delivered his sperm. She found that thrilling, and the contortion of ecstasy on his face was breathtaking.

The inevitable happened. Helen woke and lifted her head to see what was making the bed move. Becky didn't hear or see her, but Eric did. His first inclination was to stop, but Helen gave a silent smile, and he knew he had permission to go on. With one more surge he let loose his spurts inside of Becky -- as Helen gave him a conspiratorial and naughty grin. He also gave a huge groan and let out, "Oh, Helen!" as his eyes were locked with hers.

Becky quickly figured out what had happened, and cast reproachful glances at Eric as she hastily grabbed her nightgown and stomped off to their own bedroom.

Helen was fascinated by Eric's cock as it slid out of Mrs. Olson. Eric was in no hurry to hide it from her, though he didn't dare leave it exposed for more than a few seconds. In that time Helen saw it in its hard condition but softening.

Decent within his robe once more, Eric helped Helen pull her robe down and get settled under the covers. He couldn't suppress his big grin.

After that incident Becky required some care and feeding. Eric was especially solicitous, and didn't object at all when she refused to go to Helen's room for sex any more. But eventually she shyly confessed that it really had been thrilling to realize that Helen had seen them. Within a few months she even relented and agreed to start doing it on Helen's bed again. Becky even occasionally had an orgasm there, despite Eric's few strokes and fast orgasm; the extra thrill from the danger of discovery made up for what was lacking in physical stimulation.

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Becky was usually eager for her husband's attentions, even if they were in the dark, and even though she knew he was thinking of someone else while they made love. She loved the pleasure she felt directly and those heavenly orgasms she had pretty often. She loved his excitement and urgency, and she loved that moment when he had his own orgasm. Most of all, though, she loved the idea that she might conceive a child.

However much she enjoyed it, she didn't want it every night. During her monthly time it was out of the question. Eric didn't know the details of a woman's monthly time, but he knew that there was blood involved, so he was happy to keep his distance. There were other times she just didn't feel like it, and Eric accepted that.

He didn't go in to visit Helen on those nights. He knew that it would be very frustrating to feel the arousal that her lower parts kindled in him without being able to release it. Releasing it somewhere other than Becky's vagina was an idea that made him very uncomfortable.

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Six months after Helen arrived Becky became pregnant, to everyone's delight. Becky could start in earnest on her life's work.

Among the other changes brought about by early pregnancy, Becky's sex drive dropped dramatically.

Eric was content to live without sex for a while; he told himself he had lived up to the age of 21 without it, so he ought to be able to do with long periods of drought. But his inner self couldn't be persuaded so easily. It is one thing to live without a pleasure one has never experienced, but quite another to give it up. He also slept each night next to his warm Becky. It's true that he didn't find her truly sexy, but he knew her pussy lurked within. It was inside that pussy that he relieved himself with so much pleasure -- after transforming her in his mind into a child.

The biggest problem with giving up sex was Helen. Just seeing her reminded him of what lay between her legs up under her dress, and that in itself made him horny. He couldn't help noticing her around the house and she was always there at mealtimes. She was enthusiastic about life and chattered constantly, so it was hard to ignore her presence even when she was out of his sight.

"Mr. Olson! Mr. Olson!" Helen caught up with the man in the barn.

"How come you never come into my room at night any more?"

"Why, do you miss it?"

"Kind of. Come here!" she said, tugging him into a corner.

She turned to face him with a mischievous smile and raised her dress.

There they were -- as magical and divine as always. His cock started growing urgently in his pants.

"Oh, no, Helen! Keep yourself covered up like a good girl!"

"Why? No one can see but you, and you look plenty!"

"But there's a time and a place, and this isn't it!" he said. But from the moment they came into his view, his eyes were riveted to those gentle and elegant folds and the slit they formed.

"You don't *look* like you mind!" she said, turning to the side with a coy smile.

"I told you to keep yourself covered! Is that clear?" Eric said, losing his temper. "Now run along!"

Helen saw that his anger was real and ran away.

Eric gnashed his teeth and tried to calm his mind to go about his farm business, but his erection would not subside and his mind would not calm down. After looking around for a suitable location and finding none where his privacy was assured, he ended up in the privy standing in front of the hole, pulled his pants down and jerked himself off. He thrust his hips back and forth urgently, and with Helen's shy smile and sweet labia in his mind, he spurted. The first one shot across the hole of the privy onto the rough wooden wall, while the rest spurted forth one after the other, copious blobs of sperm that arched up a little before falling into the hole. Each made a gentle little splatting noise as it hit. His balls made a lot of sperm in three weeks.

Eric had masturbated occasionally as a teen and a young man, but he had felt guilty about it. Since his marriage, his frequent ejaculations had all happened out of sight, up inside sweet Becky's deep, wet pussy. Now he had made his body shoot its load into the air. Seeing each one disappear down the privy hole emphasized how he was wasting his seed. The smell of the privy didn't help his sense that he was doing something dirty and shameful.

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Eric lay in bed with Becky, and he was feeling very horny. It had been over two weeks since his furtive ejaculation in the outhouse, a total of five weeks since she had been willing to make love. The immediate trigger for his horniness was that Helen had plopped into his lap that evening after supper and snuggled against him. He didn't have the heart to push her away. She kept her private parts hidden, like a good girl, but the touch of her body against him as she snuggled was plenty alluring.

Whenever he got close to sleep, an image of Helen would come to him and his cock would surge to erection again. He knew he would feel frustrated if he went in to Helen, but he couldn't help himself. For the first time, he crept out of bed and into Helen's room knowing that he could not return to Becky to relieve his sexual need.

He started pulling Helen onto her back and lifting her nightgown up. She opened one sleepy eye briefly before opening her legs wide and falling back to sleep. Ever so gently he traced his fingers up and down those magnificent little lips of hers. His cock was hard, of course. For ten minutes he lay below her, transfixed by the sight of her demure femininity as his fingers gently stroked. It was time to go back to his own bed, to let his erection subside and get a good night's sleep. He swore he would get up in just one more minute, but the minutes went by and he didn't move. He stopped stroking the girl and moved his hand down inside his nightshirt where he began stroking himself. He knew at once that he was going to masturbate until he ejaculated and he burned with shame. Becky's pussy would not be there enveloping his cock to contain every drop and to justify and celebrate his spurts.

He sought release more than pleasure, so he only had to stroke for a few seconds before he groaned to mark his release. He might not have been seeking pleasure, but it nonetheless overtook him as he spurted gobs of cum into his nightshirt. Helen slept on, legs apart and girl parts showing. He felt a little less guilty than he expected, because while there was no vagina to accept his wet male offerings, at least he wasn't alone. Helen was right there.

"Where did you go?" Becky asked groggily as he returned to bed.

"Oh, I needed a while in the privy," he lied.

But Becky started sniffing a little, then rolled over and sniffed some more, her nose rapidly leading her down to the wet spot where his cum had leaked through.

"You were in with Helen, right?"

"Yes," he said with a sigh. "I didn't touch her -- she was asleep," he said.

"So you did it yourself?" she asked.

"Well, yeah," he said, ashamed.

Becky thought. Her husband did have conjugal rights, and she hadn't been so good at granting them lately. "I'll feel like sex again soon, I promise. Maybe tomorrow?"

"Well, OK," he said.

The next day at bedtime Becky dutifully went to bed without her nightgown. Eric was terribly excited at the idea of looking at Helen again and fondling her. So he crept into the little girl's room and eagerly arranged her on her back as usual so he could look at and stroke his fingers across her beautiful little lips, nestled so perfectly between her little smooth legs. When he was hard he returned to Becky and she received him. She wasn't dry inside, but she wasn't terribly wet either, and she didn't pretend to enjoy herself.

"Any time is fine," she whispered. He had been in the habit of holding back so she had a chance to come, but evidently she wasn't going to even try. Within a minute he came, thinking of Helen's lovely privates.

Three nights later, Becky once more dutifully came to bed naked, but Eric was dissatisfied.

"I can tell you don't really want to do it." he said.

"I do, because I want you to be happy."

"But not for yourself."

"I don't think of myself all the time; I want what's good for you too."

It was a big step for him to say what came next. "I think I'd be just as happy with, you know, like before with Helen."

Becky paused a moment. "OK," she said, with mixed feelings. He was kind to the girl, and being his sexual muse was how she earned her keep. However, if she was honest she had to admit that she still found it gross that he found the little thing attractive. And not far below the surface she was unhappy that he didn't need her -- his own wife -- for his sexual release.

With his wife's knowledge and grudging consent, he approached Helen with new excitement. That night his hand went up under his nightshirt after only a minute of massaging the young girl's lips. Becky had implicitly agreed to let him ejaculate somewhere other than inside her, and to let his lust for Helen be the cause of the mess he was going to make. So he let himself enjoy his hand on his cock without guilt or a need to come quickly. But nonetheless the sight of young Helen's naked nether parts urged him on to orgasm, and he didn't try to stifle his groan, as it wouldn't be a big deal if Becky heard him. He didn't even feel too guilty about the creamy mixture of cum on the inside of his nightshirt. All of their clothing except their Sunday best was stained anyway.

He returned to his wife's bed satisfied and unashamed.

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Becky's belly started growing.

"Eric, I'd like to do it tonight," she whispered.

"Are you sure? Would it be just for me?"

"No, I really want it."

He did miss the warmth and wetness that only her vagina could provide, so he answered by kissing her and rubbing between her legs. After his time looking at Helen's alluring lower parts, he returned and mounted Becky. He couldn't help feel her belly, and it made the illusion of Becky as girl harder to maintain. He felt his erection starting to soften a little, so he made himself think of Helen again. Desperate not to go limp on Becky, he dared to enhance his mental image of Helen with a fantasy. He imagined himself stroking his penis out in the open, pointing right at Helen's stomach and then spurting right on it instead of inside his nightshirt. That was enough to firm him up, and he spurted up inside Becky. That was where a man was supposed to put his sperm -- in his wife.

But Becky's genuine interest wasn't repeated any time soon.

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He took his nightshirt off so his hard penis was in full view. It felt a little dangerous. If Helen woke up, she would see it, and he didn't know how she would react if she saw him spurt. He stroked for some time, his eyes fixed on Helen's little slit, and then he came. Three times his semen spurted up into the air before landing on his stomach.

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He rubbed Helen's labia gently. Then he rubbed a little harder. He went back to massaging her thighs and her stomach before returning to the labia. He had to admit to himself that he wanted her to wake up. Ejaculating out in the open had felt risky, but now he wanted what he had feared before. He wanted her to see him. Under his firmer pressure, she briefly opened her eyes and smiled at him before returning to sleep, apparently not noticing that he was naked and had an erection. He kept rubbing Helen with one hand while he stroked his penis with another.

Finally she woke up and raised her head.

"What are you doing, Mr. Olson?"

"Shhh, I'll tell you in a minute."

Helen watched. Having her watch was terrifically exciting, and as his eyes shuttled between her face and her perfect girl parts, he shot his load onto his chest.

"What's that?" she asked. "What happened? Are you sick?"

Eric smiled happily. "No, not at all." It excited him to be able to say the next part. "That's something I do that makes me really, really happy. That stuff coming out means I got a really, really good feeling. And you know what makes it feel so good?"

"What?"

"Looking at you down between your legs."

Helen knew he loved looking between her legs, but she wasn't sure how she felt about the connection to this new sort of happiness. She smiled uncertainly, then closed her legs and pulled her nightshirt down before saying cheerfully, "Good night!"

Eric reached in to give her a goodnight kiss on her cheek. However, one wasn't enough, and he kissed her three times, the last two more tenderly than a man usually kisses a girl.

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During his next visit, Helen watched while he pumped up and down excitedly. She turned over onto her side to get a closer look, her legs naturally closing together. When he saw that he said urgently, "No, don't close up! Let me see!"

Helen flopped back onto her back, but then had an idea. She turned towards him but held her top leg up in the air.

Eric found this variant terrifically exciting, and within seconds he let out an,"Oh, Helen! ... Aahhhhh" as he spurted. The first spurt landed on his eye, making his face twitch.

Helen laughed out loud when she saw that. Eric gave her a big smile as he wiped his eye with his finger.

"I'm glad when you get happy," she said with a yawn.

Helen rearranged herself and turned on her side away from him, ready to sleep. He wiped up his mess with a corner of his nightshirt before putting it back on. He then lay behind her to look at her before he left. But as he saw her mussed golden hair on the pillow and looked at her side gently rising and falling, a sudden weariness came over him.

He woke with a start an hour later. He felt happy to wake up next to Helen. She had turned in her sleep so now she faced him, and he admired her innocent face as it lay slack in sleep.

He got up and returned to his wife's bed.

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Becky spoke to Eric in a conspiratorial whisper. "You know, we could still do it."

"How?" Becky's belly was huge.

"Like the sheep do it! You know, with you behind me."

"That's gross!" Eric said.

"It would be natural," Becky continued, a little defensive.

"For animals, but not for people!"

That ended that conversation.

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Baby Charles was a healthy boy and a delight to all. When Eric first held the little bundle in his arms, he felt love of an entirely different kind. Little Helen at five years old was fascinated by the baby. She hadn't done much in the way of chores before, but as the baby grew she kept him entertained. When he started crawling, she was a great help in keeping him out of trouble.

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Eric felt the tendon on the inside of Helen's thigh where it disappeared up into her pelvis. He moved his hand sideways towards the midline to stroke the beautiful, delicate lips that defined Helen as a girl.

He never tired of her outer lips, and he never wanted to look within. It wasn't that he was resisting a temptation, it's just that he wanted them to stay closed. What was inside wasn't for him. He had drawn a different and unconventional line of privacy between Helen and himself. The convention was that even looking between her legs was off limits to Eric. He crossed that line in a way that most people would find shocking. To him the limit was looking inside her lips.

His erection was hard, as usual.

Helen participated actively now, instead of just lying still with her legs wide open as she had at first. She often tried new and different things to see how he would react. This night she first covered her labia up with both hands, then uncovered, then did it again.

"Peekaboo!" she said.

Eric smiled at her, then stroked his organ a few times, but not like he usually did.

"OK, Helen, thank you! Let's pull your nightgown down."

"Aren't you going to make yourself happy with your thingie?"

"No, not tonight."

"What's wrong?"

"I'm going to make myself happy with Mrs. Olson," he whispered.

Helen shrugged and went back to sleep, while Eric crossed the hall and put out the lantern before entering the bedroom he shared with his wife.

"Ready to make another baby, Becky?"

"Yes!" she whispered from the dark as he climbed in with her.

"I'll be sure to give you lots of it," he joked.

"Oh, yes, lots and as deep as you can!" As Eric's pulsing rod shoved into Becky and went deep, she wrapped her lower legs gently around his back.

Eric had seen in Charles the wonder of life that this act could create, and he loved it all the more for that.

Within a couple minutes he felt her approaching her orgasm, and timed his release with hers, though making sure above all that his cock was deep up her pussy when he came.

They didn't succeed on that attempt, but Fannie was born ten months later, and was as perfect as her brother.

Eric was fascinated with her tiny labia. He didn't see them very often, as he was not much involved with diapers, but when he did they caught his attention. The attraction wasn't erotic, but he felt the same sort of near reverence for them that he felt for Helen's. Becky was a bit apprehensive when she saw him looking at tiny Fannie that way.

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For some reason neither Eric nor Becky was quite so eager to start a third baby once Fannie had arrived. Eric expressed some interest, but didn't push the issue when Becky demurred.

Becky and Eric loved each other. They had good conversations and got along well in the running of the farm. They liked to cuddle up against each other at night. Eric was comfortable with the fact that he didn't find her sexually attractive. He had his own Helen.

Becky was not so happy with that aspect of the relationship. She had been a beautiful girl and had turned into a beautiful woman. Men usually found a way to look at her more than once when she went through town. They looked at her face, but they also snuck glances at her chest and parts below. Some of them came on to her, and she had mastered ways of gently deflecting their attentions.

There was one man who no longer snuck glances at her chest and parts below: her husband. He looked into her face and smiled at her, but she could almost hear him yawn at the rest of her. In the dark he would sometimes come to her and insert his penis and fulfill his conjugal duty. If she encouraged him more, he would do it more. But she wanted Eric to see all of her, from head to toe, and lust after all of her as a whole woman.

She had every right to be jealous of the girl Helen, but she wasn't. Perhaps the fact that she was a child short-circuited that feeling. Aside from liking Helen herself, she did want happiness for her husband. If he couldn't find sexual satisfaction with her, she was happy for him to find it with Helen, who seemed to like Eric and not mind his attentions.

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Hired hands came and went on the farm. Walter arrived shortly after Fannie was born. He was of medium height, wiry build, dark brown hair and eyes, and he slouched when he walked. He didn't say much, but Eric reported he was a good worker.

He made no effort to hide his reaction to Becky. He undressed her mentally whenever Eric was not actually looking. Becky pretended not to notice, but she found herself enjoying the attention.

She found reasons to talk with him about farm matters, often in the barn when no one else was around.

As the two of them stood side by side looking at the chickens, he put his arm around her shoulder. She knew how to move away from him, rejecting his advance without making a big deal about it, but this time she didn't. When he realized that she was not objecting, he slid the hand down to her waist, and squeezed her close against his side. Looking around to make sure they were alone, he slowly swung her around to face him. She looked to the side, making one more remark about the chickens. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but when he put his hand under her chin and gently turned and lifted her face, she didn't object or resist. And when he kissed her, she kissed him back. But when he slid the hand from her waist down to her butt, she felt things were going too far too fast and broke away. Walter grinned at her as she hurried off.

But she didn't resist her own urges very long. She found him that very afternoon.

"Walter, I wanted to show you something up in the hayloft," she said, her voice cracking and her eyes not meeting his.

"Why certainly, Mrs. Olson," he said, as they climbed the ladder.

"It's over here," she said, leading him to a secluded corner.

She then turned to him and kissed him hungrily. He needed no encouragement. His hands were all over her chest and thighs, waist and butt. They slid up between her legs.

From his point of view, he could have merely pulled his cock out of his fly as she hitched up her skirts to achieve the union he wanted. That would have made it much easier to put themselves back together if they heard anyone coming.

But she would have none of that.

"Take off my dress!" she said, holding her arms straight up to ease his task. She then reached behind to unfasten her bra herself. And with that, she stood before him naked -- except for her socks and shoes. She didn't need to ask him what he thought. His eyes said it all -- his eyes and the bulge in his pants. She saw the approval and lustful smile as his eyes went from nipple to nipple, to crotch, and then to her face and back to her breast, over and over. He cupped her breasts, then knelt before her. He drew her body to him before reaching up to suck on her right nipple. She gasped and twirled his hair with one hand, kneading his back with the other. She felt her pussy swelling and getting hot, and felt her juices starting to drip out. He brushed his hand up the insides of her thighs. She spread her legs and squatted just a little towards him. When his hand touched her between the legs, she decided she needed him inside her. She turned, lay her dress out on the hay, and lay down, beckoning him with her eyes. He eagerly dropped his pants and lowered himself on her, quickly sliding in. She thrilled at the intrusion, and thrilled a bit more when she realized his cock was thicker than Eric's.

After looking at the spot where his cock disappeared up inside her, Walter started his rowing motion. After a few moments he shut his eyes.

"No, please, look at me!" Becky whispered urgently.

He opened his eyes and looked down at her face, humping away.

"Look lower, look at my body!" she said.

He was happy to oblige. He took in the mound of each breast, the narrowing of her waist, then the broadened hips. He loved her full thighs and above all he leered when he saw her pussy with his prong disappearing up inside her.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am!" he said with total sincerity. "You are one very comely and beautiful woman!"

She dropped her last defenses and gave her body over to sexuality.

"Faster and harder, OK?" she asked.

Walter was happy to, and began a tremendous deep and hard fucking, grunting as he did.

Just then they heard Charles call out "Mommy!" in his small voice.

Walter hesitated.

"No, keep going, can you finish now?" she pleaded urgently.

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, then shoved himself deep a half dozen times and plastered her upper cunt with his seed. When she felt his body seize and faintly sensed his cock twitching, it sent her over the edge too, and she thrashed and moaned.

"Mommy!" came the voice again, though now on the far side of the house.

The mating act complete, the two quickly reassembled themselves. Walter was delighted when she reached up to kiss him before they descended. Evidently she wasn't feeling any regrets yet.

The next time they were in the hayloft, lying on her dress, Walter lowered his head and she was shocked when she realized he was going to lick her pussy. She was about to make him stop when she felt the first electrifying sensations. Letting him lick her felt naughty, but she was being a bad girl already, cheating on her husband. When she felt the sensations that his tongue could produce in her, she adored it.

She offered to reciprocate, but he declined. If she had any extra time, he noted, he would rather have his dick up inside her. She spread her legs. Once more, she was thrilled to see him desiring her body in all its womanly glory and delighted to receive his sperm up inside her.

Conditions had to be just right before they could manage a trip to the hayloft. Sometimes they could go there three days in a row, while other times it took two weeks to arrange a visit.

Eric got suspicious when Walter walked in to breakfast one day and he could see Becky shift in her seat and look at her plate. How could he tell if his suspicions were justified?

Eric put himself in their shoes. If they wanted to have an affair, when could they do it, and where? The hayloft was the natural spot, and when he was gone was the natural time.

So he prepared cart and horse and said he was going in to town. Instead, he drove into a lane on the farm that was out of sight, then crept back to the house and into the barn while no one was looking. He found a spot that was hidden but had a clear view of that corner that was the logical place for a tryst. He enjoyed sitting and doing nothing for a little while -- a farmer didn't always take time to do that.

Soon enough the pair arrived. Walter went up first, and Becky followed a minute later. Eric was a little surprised to notice that he felt no real jealousy. He watched as they both stripped. His wife was a beautiful, mature woman -- if that sort of thing turned you on. He was surprised and fascinated to see Walter's head disappear between her legs, amazed to see the pleasure that contorted Becky's face. She had one massive orgasm within minutes -- and judging from the contortion of her face, it was stronger than any she had ever had with him.

He was intrigued when Walter's organ popped into view; he had never seen another man's erect penis. He was fascinated to see his wife turn around and present her rear like a dog in heat! Walter hungrily stuck his cock right where she wanted it and began humping away. He grappled her rear end in a way that in Eric's estimation didn't seem very respectful, but his wife obviously loved it. Walter's fingers dug into her. He slammed his cock home and he could see both faces as they scrunched up in orgasm. Walter slid out and both lay on the hay hugging, sides heaving.

Eric realized that he had gotten a hard-on watching them, and felt more aroused than angry. The arousal did not mean he wanted to have sex with his wife, though.

He figured he had seen the main show, so it was time to make his presence known.

He spoke before stepping free of his hiding spot.

"That was very impressive," he said.

The two sat up, startled.

Walter's main concern suddenly became how not to get killed. He was closer to the ladder than Eric, but he would rather not descend naked. So, as Eric stayed several yards away and made no move to cut him off, Walter hastily put his trousers and shirt back on.

Becky looked absolutely terrified.

"Oh, Eric, please," she whimpered, as she sat on her dress, not trying to get up but hugging her knees.

Eric felt sorry for them. And Walter was a good worker, so as he headed down the ladder, Eric called to him, "You don't have to go, Walter, hang around, let's talk about it."

Still, Walter took off in a hurry. He didn't want to take any chances.

That left husband and wife in the hayloft. With Walter gone and Eric making no move to attack her, Becky put on bra and dress before sitting back down, miserable, weeping softly.

Eric loved his wife, and hated to see her that way. "Hey, Becky dear, it's not the end of the world."

"I was wrong, and I'm so sorry," she said.

"I know I've never been able to love you like a real man should," Eric said. "He loved your body in every way, and if I'm not mistaken you liked that very much!" he said, with a bit of dry humor. "Wow, you really like getting humped like a bitch that way?"

Becky didn't speak; she just cried a little harder.

It was Eric's right to feel angry and indignant, but instead he had a sudden uncomfortable thought. "Are you going to leave me, Becky?"

She looked at him with astonishment. "No, no, no! Eric, I love you. I'm so sorry." She paused. "I'm worried, more, whether you might..." She couldn't get herself to say the words.

Eric relaxed. She felt committed to the marriage.

In this situation, he was allowed and even expected to feel very angry with his wife, but somehow he couldn't sustain the feeling.

"Are you carrying his baby?" he asked.

"I don't think so," she said. "I've tried not to."

"Sure looked like he was trying, and sure looked like you didn't mind!"

"I mean I tried not to by when we do it. I should know for sure in a couple days," she said.

"Show me your pussy, Becky."

"Why?"

"You're the one who's done wrong," he said. "Just do it."

Becky pulled up her dress and spread her legs. Her pussy was still engorged and wet. Eric slid his finger into her and pulled some of the sex juices out, then brought it to his nose and sniffed it.

"So that's what Walter's cum smells like," he said. "And you managed to get yourself a whole pussy full of it."

"Oh, Eric," she whispered, then uncertainly put her own finger up inside herself over and over, pulling out as much goop as she could.

"Do you think you might ever forgive me?" she asked in a small voice.

"We'll see," he said. He knew he would forgive her, but he didn't mind if she stewed about it for a while.

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To say that the atmosphere was tense as the husband and wife got into bed that night would be an understatement.

They both lay very quiet for some time. Then Eric whispered very quietly, "You awake, Becky?"

"Yes," she whispered back, turning over to face him.

"You cheated on me," he said. "I don't mind so much that you let Walter hump you. I don't like that you didn't tell me about it. What else are you keeping from me?"

"Nothing, Eric! Nothing, I swear!"

After a moment, Eric continued, "I believe you. No other big secrets. But I'll feel pretty hurt if it turns out I'm wrong," he said.

"There's nothing else, there hasn't been anyone else and I won't cheat again, I swear!" she said, her voice faltering.

"I bet you'll try not to cheat."

"I'll be true, I swear!"

"Look, here's the thing. You really deserve a guy who will look at you the way Walter does, who loves your body and wants it all."

"I don't need that. I love you!"

"That's very nice of you. But be still a moment while I get this out."

"First, if you want to have more babies, come to me, OK? I don't want to be raising any other man's kids!"

"I will, I swear! Let's try again! In about two weeks!"

"OK, that sounds good, Becky. I would very much like another. But the rest of the time, when you're not in a way to get pregnant, go ahead and do it with Walter. Just keep it quiet. I can't have folks talking about me behind my back."

"Of course, Eric. But ... Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. I can't love you the way you deserve to be loved, so find Walter or whoever -- but let me meet him first, OK?"

"Sure, but I don't want anyone else. That is, if Walter will come back."

"Well, let him know that he can, but if folks find out about you two, I'll have to run him off."

"Understood!" Becky turned to hug her man.

After a few minutes, Eric spoke again. "There's one thing you need to do for me, though."

"What? I'll do anything!"

"You know how I don't love you the way I should, and you need another man? Well, I need someone else for my sex too, you know?"

"Of course," Becky said softly.

"I watched you and Walter doing it today. I'd like you to come watch me and Helen, and give me your blessing."

"OK," said Becky, uneasy.

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Becky held the lamp while Eric turned the six-year-old Helen over. She had been sleeping on her stomach. The little girl shifted around in her sleep to help Eric get her nightshirt off, and then he finished arranging her lying on her back with legs spread wide.

"Look at that, Becky," he whispered. "See how perfect she is down there."

"I see, Eric. She looks like a healthy young girl."

"I see a lot more than that. I see perfection -- holy perfection. It's the most beautiful thing in the world."

Becky was silent.

"I know you don't agree, but you understand that's how I feel, and that's OK with you, right? Tell me it's OK with you."

Becky took a deep breath, and put her free hand on her husband's shoulder. "It's OK with me, Eric."

"Good, good."

Eric took off his robe. As he stared intently at Helen's perfect little outer pussy flaps, his cock rose to full hardness. He then moved his hand slowly to Helen's little lips and brushed gently against the right one with his fingertip, then to her left one. He brushed his hands lightly over her chest, then down over her stomach and all around her groin.

Helen started to stir.

"She might wake up," Becky whispered.

"I want her to wake up," Eric replied. Becky shifted from foot to foot.

"Now, can you take my cock in your hand and rub up and down?" Eric lay on his left side facing Helen, who remained on her back with her legs spread wide.

Becky looked uncertain, but knelt on the bed below the two of them and leaned over. She was the only one of them still wearing her nightgown. Becky took his cock in a pencil grip and rubbed a quarter inch up and down.

"Here, watch me," Eric said, and demonstrated a simple wanking motion. Becky imitated him and did a decent job of it.

"That's nice," he said.

"Helen," Eric whispered. A little louder he said, "Helen" as he slid the fingers of his right hand up and down her pussy lips.

The girl woke, then sat up when she saw Becky. "Oh, Mrs. Olson, what are you doing here?"

"Mrs. Olson is here to help us, Helen. She's here to help me feel good."

Helen shrugged.

"I want to do something different today. Today when I get happy I want to shoot my stuff right onto your stomach, right here," he said, touching a point just below her belly button.

Helen made a face. Eric looked at Becky, who swallowed and said, "It's OK, Helen, it won't hurt or anything. And I'll clean it up with my nightshirt, OK?" Eric looked at Becky, impressed that she was getting into the spirit of his intention.

"OK," Helen said.

"Now you turn partway over to face me -- good. And put your top leg up in the air and hold it -- good."

Becky tentatively reached down towards Helen's lips, and seeing Eric smile instead of object, she stroked them gently.

Eric leaned forward so his cock was near its target on Helen's stomach, then lifted his own right leg and held it up in the air too.

"Now stroke me," he said to Becky.

She moved to kneel behind Eric and started stroking.

Eric felt his wife's knees firm against his back and he saw her looking at his cock as she rubbed it. He saw Helen looking excited at this new kind of play. He felt his pleasure building. He started rocking his hips forward and back as Becky rubbed. It was a gentle fucking motion, though the only thing he was fucking was his wife's hand.

He looked at Helen and said, "Sweetie, when the stuff comes out, try to hold still and be quiet, OK?"

Helen nodded.

Becky rubbed away gently, and as the intensity of the sensations increased, Eric started sighing and gasping his pleasure. He increased the speed of his hip action and reached out a little farther with each thrust until his tip barely touched against Helen's stomach. He looked intently at Helen's labia down below.

"Oh, Helen, oh Becky!" he moaned. "Faster!" he said to Becky, who upped her pace. His loins were on fire with pleasure. His male desire was to push forward, away from himself; his body needed to deliver his gift away from his body. He trembled with each long, fast stroke, staring at the little girl's divine labia down below. His tip kissed against Helen's stomach at each stroke.

For some reason, Helen pressed her own hips forward, just a little, to present her labia to him just a bit more. As she did her stomach moved forward a little too, just enough that his forward thrusts didn't just kiss his tip against the girl's stomach; his tip pushed against her firmly but still gently.

Shaking with pleasure and moaning incoherently, Eric pressed forward one last time as his first spurt shot out of his throbbing cock right onto Helen's stomach. Feeling the sudden wetness, the girl broke into a big grin, though she did hold still and kept quiet as requested. Having delivered the first part of his gift, he drew his penis back again, while the sticky sperm pulled back with him a millimeter before settling back onto Helen's stomach.

Eric was ecstatic from his orgasm, but also content that his male response was on display for his wife and his little lover to see. He surged forward again, and just as his tip touched the girl's stomach another glob burst forth, and then he froze in his most extended forward thrust with his penis tip firmly on Helen's stomach. Each spurt now manifested itself as a pulse of semen welling up between cock tip and stomach. Eric gasped incoherently. Helen's body was tipped partway towards him, so the extra semen began running down the right side of Helen's stomach and onto the sheet between them, pooling.

Becky kept wanking away at a furious clip.

Finally, feeling the last twitch subside and his lust fulfilled, Eric pulled back and took one last glimpse of Helen's labia, which she had thrust forward towards him. Becky stopped masturbating her husband and he flopped onto his back, chest heaving and face slack with pleasure. Helen eased onto her back as well, looking at the coating of semen on her stomach.

Becky stroked her husband's cheek with her left hand.

When he had recovered a little, Becky leaned over Helen and said, "Let me clean you up, now, Helen," and used the hem of her nightgown to gently wipe it off of the little girl's stomach. She also reached down to the spot between the man and girl to mop up the mess of cum that had slid onto the bed.

Eric lifted his head and smiled. "You are both so wonderful," he said. The two smiled back. "Can I sleep here beside you tonight?" he asked Helen.

"OK!" she said, after briefly considering this new proposal for the first time.

He looked up at Becky, too, and she nodded and smiled, though he thought he saw some welling of tears in her eyes too.

"Just for tonight," Eric murmured back to Becky.

They squeezed hands and she got up to go. "Good night, Eric; good night, Helen," she said, as she picked up the lantern. They both murmured their goodnights back to her.

Helen reached for her nightgown, but Eric stopped her. "Let's sleep with no clothes, Helen. I'll keep you warm."

Helen shrugged and turned onto her left side, away from Eric. He pulled up the covers and lay on his own left side, spooned against the girl. Becky left with the lantern, closing the door on the way out.

Eric reached with his right hand down between Helen's legs, and she lifted her top leg enough that he could cup her labia and pat them. "Good night, Helen," he said.

"G'night" she murmured.

He removed his top hand and draped it over her knee. He slept very well.

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"Hello, Walter," Eric said as the hired hand approached warily. "Glad to see you again."

Walter nodded, shifting uneasily.

"I've got some work for you to do in the barn and with the potato patch right by the house," he said.

"Mrs. Olson may have some chores for you to do too," he said with a smile.

Walter lifted his head to look at his boss, and Eric met his gaze and smiled.

That night Eric and Becky slid into bed and hugged each other gently, then kissed.

"I love you so much, Eric!"

"I love you even more, Becky!"

And the two drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

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Eric didn't go in to Helen's for a couple days, but when he did, she smiled at him as she turned over, spread her legs and went back to sleep.

He looked at her delicate and perfect outer pussy lips and admired them. He then knelt below her and started stroking himself. The girl woke up and smiled groggily down at him. He carefully put his tip a little lower on her stomach and spurted his load of cum onto her stomach again.

When he was spent, he lay on the bed below her so his face was just a few inches from those labia he worshipped, admiring once again their perfect lines, and the simple but mysterious crack formed where they came together.

Helen was asleep again, and the idea that came to him made his heart pound with excitement. He finally decided it was OK.

He reached up with his right index finger to take some of the cum pooling on Helen's belly. Then he just barely touched his finger to the top of her left pussy lip. He liked the little spot of moisture. So he applied more, until he had a part the size of a little fingernail covered with his creamy cum. He liked the way it looked, so he got another fingerful and painted that delicately until that entire lip was covered and gleaming with a thin layer of cum. Then he covered the other one, trying to make an even coating. He slid the tip of his finger right up to the edge of her slit, but didn't slide it open at all, not another millimeter. But he did gently push a little more onto the slit from both sides until a seamless layer of cum stretched across her midline.

That just used up the supply of cum he had ejaculated onto her belly.

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Eric came back to the farmhouse area early because the work on the far hayfield went faster than expected.

As he approached the barn, he heard Walter's voice. It had a sort of sneering tone to it, so he approached quietly to investigate. He saw Helen in a corner of an unused stall, sitting on a stool. She was frowning and holding back tears, but as he watched she pulled her dress up to expose her private parts. He just barely made out Walter's voice, "The boss man pokes around up there all the time, so you spread them a little for me too, eh?"

Eric moved swiftly but silently into the stall. Walter had only a moment's warning as he saw Helen look up and smile at Eric with relief. Then Walter felt himself lifted and hurled against the stall wall with a tremendous crash. Next he felt fists of steel in his stomach and against his chest, and as he doubled over his face was snapped first to the right and then the left as fists materialized from nowhere. As he hit the floor he felt knees crush into his back, expelling every bit of air and leaving him gulping for air. But he had little time to worry about that before being flipped over and then feeling the fist again, just one this time, into his cheek over and over again, against his head, searing against ear and his neck and his jaw. He heard his teeth crack.

Eric, his vision suffused with red, raised his right fist over and over against, crashing down on Walter's face. Then he became aware of a faint high-pitched screaming and a gentle tapping on his back. When he focused, he found Helen close beside him, screeching "Stop, stop, Mr. Olson!" He realized she was hitting his back with all the strength her body could muster.

He instantly sat back, and Helen stopped hitting, but kept crying, "Stop, stop, stop!"

"I've stopped, Helen, I've stopped," he said, patting her hand before turning to the dazed figure of Walter, trying to rise.

In a voice fit for a cobra, he hissed, "Get ... out!", then growled it "Get ... Go! If I ever seen you again ... " he said, raising his right fist once more.

Walter nodded, rolled over and crawled out of the stall before rising to his feet in the main barn and staggering away, gaining speed as he headed down the driveway to the road.

Eric's right hand was bleeding and bruised from its impact on Walter's bones.

He turned his attention to Helen.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

She nodded, tears in her eyes.

"How bad did he hurt you?"

"He didn't hurt me, really."

"Did he poke inside your ... you know?"

"A little," she said, sniffling.

"And did it hurt?" Eric asked.

"Only a little," she said.

Eric sat down.

"I'm glad you came and stopped him!" Helen said. "But it wasn't *that* bad," she said, looking at the floor where Walter had taken his pummeling.

Eric realized he had overreacted. He also realized it was just who he was. He might not be jealous when his wife took a lover, but the slightest insult to Helen was going to drive him berserk.

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"What happened to your hand!" Becky said as he strode into the kitchen.

"I'm afraid Walter is gone for good," he said angrily.

"Oh, why?" Becky asked anxiously.

"He was molesting Helen in the far stall."

"Oh, dear. Maybe we could explain to him..."

"There's nothing to explain!" Eric said heatedly. "He molested Helen, and he's gone. For good."

"What happened to your hand?"

"I'm afraid I was a little bit rough on him," Eric said.

"Oh, oh ..." Becky trailed off, hurrying from the room.

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Eric entered the bedroom that night warily.

"I think I'm going to sleep with Helen tonight," he said.

"OK," Becky said, almost suppressing her sigh of relief.

Eric sat on the bed.

"Did you love him?" he asked.

"No, I ... no."

"But you were fond of him."

"Yes."

"Did you tell him what I did with Helen?"

"No!"

"Funny, he knew somehow."

"Well, he asked me why you didn't make love with me, and I wouldn't say. Then he asked if you had a lover somewhere and I said 'No' right away. But when he asked if you were into Helen, I said 'No', but not fast enough, I guess. I couldn't lie very well."

Eric was silent a moment. "I guess it's good to have a wife who can't lie easily just like that."

Becky tried to restrain herself, but finally burst out, "It's not like you don't abuse her all the time, night after night, cumming all over her!"

"That's different! With Walter she was crying and telling him not to! She's never done that with me!"

"Couldn't you just have told him never to do it again?"

Eric paused. "Sorry," he said. "I just can't bear the thought of anyone being mean to Helen."

"You don't mind him fucking your wife, but can't stand him groping the servant girl!" she continued hotly.

Eric paused briefly. "It's all related," he said. "It's all related." Becky knew what he meant.

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"Heard you were looking for a man," the stranger said.

"What's your name?" Eric asked.

"Cal."

"Worked on a farm before?"

"Yup. I've been working for Ingersoll eight month, but his son came back so he don't need me."

If a man could keep Ingersoll happy for eight months, he must be a pretty good man.

"Let me get my wife," he said, leaving Cal standing in the yard.

He came back with Becky in a minute.

"Becky, this is Cal; Cal, Becky."

"Pleased to meet you, ma'am."

Cal gave one quick glance at Becky, then looked down briefly before returning his gaze to Eric.

Eric studied Becky's face, and wasn't sure what he saw.

Eric led Becky twenty yards away, "Well?"

"He looks like he would be a good worker," she said blandly.

Eric called out, "Can't use you, Cal, sorry," before wheeling to return to the house. Cal hesitated only a moment before shrugging and heading off to town.

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"Heard you might need some help."

"What's your name?"

"Cyrus."

"You worked on a farm before?"

"Helped my folks out."

"What did they have?"

"Vegetables, mostly. And chickens." Cyrus looked down, knowing these were not impressive credentials.

"Mrs. Olson!" Eric yelled across the yard. "Mrs. Olson!"

Becky appeared at the kitchen door, then hurried over.

"Becky, this is Cyrus; Cyrus, Becky."

Cyrus looked her up and down with obvious appreciation before returning his attention to Eric. "Sorry, sorry, but you do have one fine wife here, couldn't help but notice. You're a lucky man," he said.

Eric was watching Becky, and saw her look down as the man's eyes feasted on her, and he thought he saw a trace of a blush.

Cyrus was near six feet tall, and had dark skin for a white person, dark skin and a long nose and brown eyes. His hair hung to his shoulders.

"How soon can you start?" Eric asked.

"Whenever you like," he said.

"Hired," Eric said, and turned to walk a few paces. He stopped and turned back. "One more thing," he said. "You never go near any of the children, you understand?"

Cyrus nodded.

"Never."

Cyrus nodded again.

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Four years passed. Mildred and Hope were born to the growing family.

Becky led Eric to the bench in the front yard. She had arranged with Helen to watch the children so they wouldn't be interrupted.

She had something to confess to Eric, a confession she dreaded profoundly.

"Eric," she said, growing pale.

"My monthly is late," she said, unable to meet his eyes. She and Eric had not been trying to make a baby. "I don't know for sure, but I wanted to tell you right away."

"Cyrus, I assume?"

"Yeah, he's the only other man I've had since ... Walter. You knew that, right?"

"I knew that's what you said, but thought I'd check again."

Eric sighed and took a really good look at his wife Becky, pale and miserable before him. He didn't really look at people and think about big things as much as he should.

He had loved Becky since the second grade, and he had thought marrying her would be a dream come true. And it was, in a lot of ways. She was beautiful, a good companion, a hard worker, and he always found himself laughing or smiling when she was around.

True, he didn't find her sexually attractive, but that wasn't her fault. That would have happened with any woman. He was just made kind of funny -- God's joke, maybe. And Becky had not left him in horror when she discovered that it was little girl bodies that turned him on. She had gotten him a young girl to make him happy -- though it was to make herself happy too. Still, it had shown flexibility and creativity on her part. Later, she had blessed his sexual relationship with young Helen. That blessing was given under great pressure, though, because it followed Eric's being open-minded too.

He had caught his wife in the hayloft in the passionate embrace of another man -- the guy was embracing her butt, actually. Eric had not freaked out. He had realized that his need to make love to his wife in the dark while thinking about someone else wasn't really fair to her. He could easily have demanded her fidelity. But in an act of love, he had allowed her to continue seeing her man. When that man had to leave -- he felt anger rising in his blood once more as he recalled the circumstances -- he had helped her find a new one.

Part of the deal was that she would save herself for Eric when it was time for procreating. If you looked at Mildred and Hope next to him it was apparent that the plan had worked -- you could see the resemblance. But this time it hadn't worked.

Eric had known he was taking a risk. If he really didn't want his wife getting pregnant with other men's children, he certainly shouldn't condone her sleeping with them!

Another of Becky's virtues was honesty. True, she had cheated with Walter, but he thought that was the last time she had kept an important secret. Here she was revealing a pregnancy when it was early and might just go away by itself.

Eric put his arm around her. "When a man and a gorgeous woman like you are rutting away, that kind of thing is going to happen sooner or later, right? Even if you try to be careful?"

Becky gave a faint nod but didn't look up. "What are you going to do, Eric?"

"What can we do? You'll have Cyrus's baby and we'll raise him. Maybe I can cut Cyrus's pay if we're raising his kid."

Becky looked up and anger flashed briefly across her face before she saw he was grinning. He was just making a joke, not really putting a few dollars in the same league with matters of such importance as whose child she was carrying.

"But after this one pops out, let's try to make another of our own, OK?"

Becky smiled and threw her arms around him. "Yes, of course, yes!" she said. "As many as we can!"

Samson was born eight months later. He looked more like Cyrus than Eric, but not so much that an outsider could say anything definite.

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Helen kept Eric fully satisfied. As she grew she took a more active role in suggesting new things.

She got on her hands and knees and stuck her little butt up at Eric. He saw her lips upside down, all the more alluring as they contrasted with the anus above them. He spurted his seed on her back.

While lying on her back she held herself up off the mattress, hands beneath her hips to press her pussy out towards him. She thrust her hips up and down. Eric loved that.

One day not long after Samson was born, she was kneeling above Eric as he lay flat on his back. Her legs were spread wide so he could admire her pussy, and she wanked away on his cock.

Suddenly he stopped her. "What's going on up on your chest?" he asked.

Helen shrugged. "It's been itching," she said.

"Your nipple's getting bigger, and there's a little flab there. I think you're growing breasts!"

"Oh, not yet," she said, oblivious to what was plainly happening to her body.

But he wouldn't be deterred and took an intermission to caress them, squeeze them gently, then lick and suck.

But then they returned to their former position, and with Helen's expert rubbing he shot his load of cum onto his own chest. She then knelt over him and used her own finger to paint her labia with his sticky white seed. She had to make sure not to press in at all to deform her labia, because he really didn't like that.

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One day as Eric looked at Helen's gorgeous, heavenly lower lips he spotted a hair. It was unlike the tiny, fine sparse hair that had always been there. This was a real hair. He rubbed and appreciated and spurted as always, ignoring the one interloper.

Soon there were three hairs, then dozens. Eric felt dissatisfaction stir. He knew what was happening, though he didn't want to admit it. Her breasts were unmistakable by this point. She was going into puberty, and her pussy was affected too.

But when he stroked his finger down one of her lips and it felt hairy instead of smooth, in his innards something was wrong. He started having trouble with his erection.

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"You're not doing it right!" he said, as she wanked away steadily.

"Sorry, how can I do it better?"

"I don't know -- you used to do it better!"

"Here, take it in your mouth," he said. He had heard that sometimes prostitutes did that. He always thought it must be humiliating for the girl and never would have dreamt of it up until that moment.

"But..." she said, with obvious distaste.

"Do it!" he said.

So she did, sliding her lips tentatively over his prong. It felt very naughty to him, and the sensations were magnificent. He had to admit that he liked the idea of Helen feeling humiliated. Her wet mouth hardened him up very nicely. When his pleasure was at a full boil, he nudged her head off his cock and with a few frantic strokes shot his sperm onto his chest.

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As Helen stripped he took a look at her fuzzy pussy lips and felt downright angry. His cock did not rise. He flopped onto his back.

"Suck it!" he ordered, and Helen dutifully slid her mouth up and down. He was still angry, thinking of her hairy pussy, and his erection wasn't rising fast. Then he had an idea that excited him and got the blood pulsing his cock to its erect state. As she sucked and the pleasure built, he kept quieter than usual. He felt his climax coming and then grasped Helen's head, holding it over his cock as he felt himself spurt up into her. Helen jumped and sputtered, then tried to take her head away, but Eric held it in place. She managed to get her mouth open and spit the stuff out onto Eric.

"That's awful!" she said, looking at him reproachfully.

When he had recovered from his orgasm, he stretched. He found her nightshirt and used it to sop up his cum. Donning his own, he just looked at her coldly and shrugged as he left for the comfort of his wife.

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"Leave your gown on," he said. "You're all just hairy anyway. Now suck it!" he ordered, lying on his back, hands behind his head.

Helen dutifully sucked his limp dick. Slowly it came to life. As it got hard and her mouth slurped up and down, he said, "This time you're going to swallow it, all of it!"

"Mr. Olson!" she said, taking her head off a moment. "It's gross!"

"You're going to do it anyway," he said in a low, threatening tone.

Helen's face teared up as she engulfed his cock once more. Her sucking didn't seem very inspired.

"Oh, for Christ's sake!" he grumbled, and in a moment he had pushed her onto her back and he was kneeling above her and had his cock in her mouth. This time he held her head and thrust in and out.

"Squeeze it with your mouth, lick it!" he ordered.

Helen looked up, frightened.

Eric was angry, so he began thrusting, and found a hole to thrust into: her throat. She started gagging. All the better, he thought. His climax was upon him quickly, and he held his cock deep as he shot his precious sperm down her throat.

She made retching noises and tried to shake loose, but he was too strong. When he felt that he had shot the last of his goop down her throat, he slid off. What exquisite humiliation.

Helen gasped and gurgled and coughed for some time, finally regaining control of her breath. Cum and spit and mucus dripped around her mouth and throat and chest.

"Swallow all my sperm!" he ordered, pointing.

Helen looked incredulous, but fighting back tears, she collected some on her finger and then licked and swallowed, making faces. She repeated until it was all cleaned up.

Eric looked at her then, in her nightshirt, breasts bulging out, face scrunched up in tears, hair dull and all askew. Hidden away between her legs were her nether lips, once smooth and delicate and perfect, now hairy and hideous -- ruined.

"Bitch!" he said, as he yanked his nightshirt back on and stormed out.

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"Ma, it's Helen!" shouted John as her twin stumbled down the lane. The humiliated girl had left at first light and covered the five miles to town as quickly as she could, running when she could, walking when her breath gave out.

"Oh, gee, it's Miss Fancy Pants," sneered Arthur, a young teen now, gaunt and ragged as ever. The Connors had invited Helen to come home to visit over the years, but she had refused, and her family resented it.

Ma stumbled out of the hut.

"You all upset because your dress is ripped?" said John sarcastically, following his big brother's lead.

"Back in the house, all of you!" Ma bellowed, to Arthur and John and Faith, who had just appeared in the doorway.

Ma led Helen out back past the privy to a weedy patch covering the hole that had been the privy until a few months ago. It was the best she could do for privacy. "You're looking good, dear! You've grown big and strong and pretty. Except for now. What happened, honey?"

"He made me do awful things, then called me a bitch!"

"What awful things?"

"Dirty things, with his, you know, penis!"

Ma knew that when a servant girl got to looking like a young woman, it was hard for the master to keep his hands off her. A very old tale.

"Oh, like putting it between your legs?"

"No, in my mouth! He nearly choked me with it!"

"How long has this been going on?" Ma asked.

"Just the past couple weeks. I can't go back!"

"Don't be so hasty about that. That dollar fifty that Mr. Olson drops by every week is a lot of what we live on."

"But I'm going to die if he keeps doing that -- I couldn't breathe! And he was so mad, I'm afraid he's going to start hitting me!"

"Has he tried to put it between your legs? It fits a lot better there, and that usually keeps a man happy."

"Between my legs? He won't even look at me any more down there!"

"What do you mean?"

"He doesn't want to see now that I've ... I've got hair there."

"Wait. He doesn't want to see now, but he used to?"

"Oh God, yes. He's been staring at me down there and rubbing it ever since I got there, way back when!"

"Oh, I see," said Ma, smoldering. "So he's been hurting you all these years?"

"He never hurt me until just now. He'd just look at my pussy, then leave. Then after a while he took his penis out it was all hard and he's spurt on himself. Then he started spurting on me. And then painting it all over my bare lips. It was weird, but he never hurt me. Not at all. In fact, it was like he worshiped me, in a weird way. And... and I felt special. Was that bad of me?"

"No, sweetheart, not at all. You've been a good girl." So it wasn't Mrs. Olson who had wanted the company of a four-year-old, it was Mr. Olson! All those years, a perverted soul abusing her daughter. It was against God's law, and he could be in a lot of trouble if this got out. But then she knew how the world worked. It would be hard to prove. And it was no good for a poor woman to make an enemy of a prosperous farmer.

And then there was that dollar fifty a week, which was no small matter. And there were those other things Mr. Olson brought. Just this past winter it had been an entire quarter of a pig. Mr. Olson somehow just couldn't make use of it, he said. That was when they all gorged themselves back to some measure of health and kept hunger away for a few weeks.

"Helen, my girl, the first thing is to never, ever tell another soul about this, OK? Not your brothers -- nobody. Do you think Mrs. Olson knows?"

"Yeah, she's been there sometimes when we do it. Telling me it's OK. Not lately -- back when he was nice to me."

So the woman was in on it too.

"Start from the beginning, and tell me everything," she said.

After Helen had told her the story, Ma said, "Let me make sure I've got this straight. He thinks labia are just perfect, but he never wanted you to open up to show what was inside? And he said that it was because it wasn't ready yet?"

"Yeah, that's right."

"I've got an idea. Hope it works, because it will make earning that dollar fifty feel a lot better." She smiled. "Might even make it downright fun."

Helen looked at her skeptically.

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"Where did you go, Helen?" Eric asked quietly.

"Home."

"Figured. Why did you come back?

"I work for you. I shouldn't just leave."

"Do you want to leave? Maybe that wouldn't be so bad."

Helen wanted to steer the conversation away from that line of thinking. Her Ma needed the dollar fifty, and she didn't want to live with her jealous, spiteful siblings. "And besides, it's not like I've been just any servant, right?" she said, pointedly.

"Yeah," sighed Eric. "I ... I wasn't very nice to you, Helen. I apologize."

"Thank you, Mr. Olson."

Eric decided this girl had gotten some pluck. Good for her.

"Mr. Olson, could you come to my bedroom this evening?"

"I don't know if that's such a good idea."

"I've got a new idea. Keep an open mind, OK?"

"Well, OK, just don't expect much."

"I won't, I promise."

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Eric took a deep breath and knocked on Helen's door.

"Come in," said a small voice.

He came in with the lamp, and there was Helen, but she looked younger somehow. Something about the way she smiled. He realized he couldn't see her breasts so well, either, then thought he could see a cloth under her nightgown wrapped tightly around her.

"Mr. Olson," she said in a small voice. "I'm going to show you something you don't really want to see. I've got hair on my labia. But it won't hurt just to look, right?"

Eric nodded.

Helen took a deep breath. Her mother had coached her for a long time, teaching her all kinds of ideas and expressions that were foreign to her. She hoped she could make it all come out OK.

Helen pulled her nightshirt up to expose herself, then cupped her right hand over her labia to hide them from his view.

"All these years you've said they were so perfect. And you never wanted me to open them up to show you what was inside. And you said it was because what was inside wasn't any of your business, it wasn't ready yet. That was very kind of you, Mr. Olson. Because what was inside wasn't ready then and I'm very glad you left it alone."

Eric smiled and nodded.

"But now I want to show you something. While you were patiently adoring my little smooth labia, things were happening inside. The labia aren't smooth any more, but what was hiding inside has grown up. Watch closely," she said.

Using index and middle finger, she placed her hands on her labia.

"Now look at the little slit -- look at the crack."

Very slowly, half a millimeter at a time, she spread the lips.

Part of Eric wanted to order her to stop. She was showing him what he had never wanted to see. But it was all different anyway.

The skin from each side that met to form her slit was gradually pulling back. Ever so slowly the slit deepened, and the new skin coming into view was not hairy at all. At first it was just smooth skin, but as Helen kept opening, what started showing wasn't just a slit getting deeper. Here there were entirely new things. There was another set of lips, darker and better defined. Helen gracefully slid her fingers inside to rest on the skin that was just outside those lips, then she resumed pulling open, a millimeter at a time.

What opened now was dark and wet, a little like the inside of a mouth. He had seen this part of Becky very briefly now and then but he had been trying not to look. Now he studied Helen's carefully.

What he saw was wet because Helen had been rubbing herself between the legs for a half hour, once again following her mother's instruction. Who would have thought it would feel so good!

As she kept opening, a little membrane came into view, a little paler than the rest. Still Helen opened wider, stretching the membrane but showing underneath how the wet skin just kept separating, promising more skin within to separate further.

"This is the real thing," Helen whispered. "No hair here. The hair outside is kind of a sign now that says, 'Don't stop here, keep going.' Now the inside here is hairless, and it's also wet and ready. And you know what it's ready for, right?"

Eric gulped and nodded. His cock had throbbed to life. He was seeing Helen in an entirely new light.

"I'm ready and it's ready for a man, for the very first time. It's ready for your manhood, and it will be ready from now on, whenever you want to get into me. No one else can ever look at it; it's only for you. Do you want it now?"

Eric was mesmerized. He nodded and took off his robe. He lowered himself onto his Helen. She shifted to holding herself open with just one hand, and with the other she gently guided his cock to her opening.

"It's going to hurt me, this once," she said. "I want it to hurt -- at least a little. It's part of being a woman, and I don't want to miss it. Once you get my maidenhead ripped out of the way, you can go in more and keep opening it up. We won't be able to see it open, we'll just feel it open. OK?"

Eric nodded. It was inevitable, and it was wonderful. He pressed his cock and Helen winced, but while her skin pressed in it did not budge. He pressed a little harder, and she winced again. He looked at her with concern, but she said, "Really hard, OK? Don't worry about me!"

Eric felt a surge of primitive lust, then gave a huge thrust. Helen yelped, then gave one sob. "Keep going!" she said. He kept thrusting, feeling her inner slit gliding open before him. He was now in her deep! Then he started thrusting in and out, slowly and calmly. In contrast to all his times with Becky, he wasn't desperately trying to keep the image of a little girl's smooth labia in mind. He wasn't trying to be quick, hoping to come before his erection softened. It was in some ways like he was losing his virginity along with her. Now he didn't need to hold some image in his mind -- he could just look at the sexy girl below him in all her glory.

Helen smiled, "Now you can do what a man does inside a girl's pussy -- please?"

How did she know to feed his lusty animal so perfectly? Eric shoved harder on his instroke, instinctively wanting to open her up as far as she could be opened, to push the envelope. Helen winced. His compassionate part believed that she saw it as a milestone and that she didn't mind if it hurt. But that part of him was very dim at the moment. He was a strong male in the prime of life, he was mating, and he didn't give a damn whether it hurt her or not.

He began a frenzy of long, fast strokes, lunging in as far as he could each time, stopped only by the bumping of their pubic bones. Her hot and tight tube massaged him. He enjoyed the sensation as never before in his life. His pleasure built exquisitely, and he felt himself on the edge. He lunged, and his sperm rocketed into his girl, deep inside.

For years he had been spurting his sperm onto her belly, or painting it on her labia. Not now.

She was right. The mysterious female parts had grown within those protective labia, and now the innards were ready, like butterfly from chrysalis. They were ready for the rude insertion of Eric's long, thick cock. And they were ready and eager for his flood of sperm -- inside the girl, way up inside. Not on her stomach, nor painted daintily onto her outer lips. Up where it belonged for creating new life within the girl.

Eric flopped off of her, awash in pleasure and feeling a sense of profound rightness. Helen turned to snuggle against his side.

"Mr. Olson?"

Eric thought. He felt differently about her after what she had just done, after she had transformed how he looked at her. "You should call me Eric now."

Helen smiled. "'Eric'. I like the sound of that. Eric?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you for doing it to me. The grown up way. For real."

"Thank you for helping me to see how things had changed."

They lay quietly for a few minutes.

Eric had found Becky too much of a mature woman to really excite him -- large breasts, a thick bush of pubic hair, and wide hips. He had adored little girls' labia. But even though Helen wasn't a little girl any more, even though her labia were hairy, he hungered after her sexually -- every part of her. He felt his cock rising again. Helen noticed.

Helen whispered, "Eric, if you feel like doing it to me again, I would love it."

"Really? Doesn't it hurt?"

"I don't care. It doesn't hurt so bad, and I want it anyway --only if you want, though."

Eric needed no further encouragement. He rolled Helen onto her back, she guided his probing cock inside her pussy once more, and they slid together. Her pussy was still opened up for him, stretched and hot and wet, and he glided in easily. She smiled sweetly and caressed his face, and his body rapidly built to orgasm. He dumped another load up in her pussy, with a gentle glow of orgasm.

They drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

She felt his hard cock in the morning and encouraged him to take her again. Now, sex was for bedtime -- that was his view. Doing it any other time of day wasn't right, it was too hedonistic and undisciplined. But that morning he couldn't resist. He plowed her deep and hard.

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He slid into her bed every night, and every night she encouraged him to have his pleasure with her. Every night he did.

When his lust shaded from frantic down to merely intense, he started kissing and fondling and appreciating every inch of her adolescent body.

He had just finished licking her ear and her cheek when he saw Helen purse her lips slightly towards him. Sensing a possible invitation, he briefly touched her lips. She shivered and eagerly kissed him back. They kissed for ten minutes. He realized it was another layer of intimacy for them. In some ways it was more intimate than sex itself.

As he mounted her and drove into her pussy, he could see her own desire burn. The kissing had unlocked something in her. As he stroked, he saw her breath pick up, felt an occasional twitch from her pussy, and in response to some deep, fast thrusts she locked eyes with him, a look of wonder came over her, and then she yelled and her eyes lost focus.

Eric grinned at her as he kept pumping, and she smiled back weakly. It was so sweet that his young lover had had her first orgasm. But it focused him on finishing the copulation and jamming another dose of semen up into his happy and relaxed girl.

"That's what it feels like every time you 'get happy' and shoot your sperm?"

Eric nodded.

"No wonder you want it so much!"

Eric nodded again.

Eric had started loving her from the time she was a young girl. But physically, up to that point, they both had seen her role as giving him sexual pleasure. Now it shifted. She wanted his cock inside her as much as he wanted to put it there. They slept together most nights.

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Becky wasn't thrilled about Eric and Helen, but then she had her own lover Cyrus.

After Eric and Helen's passion cooled a little, Eric alternated nights between his wife and Helen. He still did his duty of impregnating his wife when she wanted another child -- and at other times, just to honor and preserve the bond between them.

Becky and Eric had been making babies. Now Helen also wanted a baby, and Eric desperately wanted to give her one. Their sexual joy took on an extra dimension as they imagined each time that Eric might be impregnating her. They made sure that he regularly seeded her during the middle of each cycle. But Helen was still young, so it took three years before she finally conceived.

The news for public consumption was that Helen had had an unwise liaison with some unnamed party, and Eric and Becky were magnanimous to let her stay with them and raise the baby there.

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Helen gradually developed from a girl into a full woman, with her own breasts, hips, and bushy pubic hair. But something changed in Eric as he saw the transformation happen gradually. Becky had first appeared in her nakedness as far different from the girl he had known, and it was a shock. He got to watch Helen go through the changes slowly, and that made him feel better about the final result. Now he found both Helen and his wife Becky somewhat attractive. Their fully mature bodies weren't exactly to his taste, but they weren't gross either. He could screw them without feeling repulsed. He could look appreciatively at their substantial thighs, hips, and breasts. He could maintain an erection and bring them both to orgasm. He couldn't usually come himself, though.

But Helen knew what to do.

"Emma, you're a big girl now."

The four-year-old smiled with pride.

"Mr. Olson thinks you are very pretty, and he wants to see all of you. So could you surprise him by hitching your nightgown up and spreading your legs when he comes in?"

Emma liked the idea of a surprise to make Mr. Olson happy.

"Come on in, Eric," Helen called.

"Hi, Emma. how are you?"

"I'm fine -- surprise!"

Eric felt a little dizzy as he saw his daughter's nightgown suddenly rise and saw her spread her legs wide to display her smooth, perfect labia. He stared, then turned to Helen with a big smile and kissed her.

Helen addressed Emma again. "Wouldn't it be exciting if he touched you there?"

Emma smiled.

Eric approached and extended his hand to gently cup the perfection.

Helen could see Eric's lust and see the bulge in his pants.

"OK, Emma, dear, thanks!"

"Yes, thank you, Emma, so much!" Eric whispered.

Helen led Eric to her bedroom, and within a minute he had buried his rock-hard prong in his lover. Her pleasure built with his, and Helen convulsed with orgasm just as he did. They both hoped he might make her pregnant once more.

As they lay intertwined, Eric asked, "So you had Emma show me her little parts?"

"Indeed."

"So you think it isn't ... bad for her?"

"I grew up that way, remember?" she asked, teasing.

"Oh, I remember, all right!" said Eric, lust tinging his voice. "So when it was all said and done, you don't think what I did was bad for you?"

"No -- you were always so -- respectful," she said, giving him a squeeze. "If it was going to bother Emma I could tell."

Becky heard the news. Eager to get her share of her husband, she drafted one of her own daughters. She easily convinced her six-year-old Mabel to bare her perfect, bare little pussy lips for her daddy too when Becky wanted his attentions.

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Years passed.

Becky bore eleven of his children -- well, ten if you excluded Cyrus's. Helen converted his little inner sperm kisses into five, and was heavy with her sixth.

Eric's sons grew into their strength and took over most of the physical labor on the farm, leaving Eric with mostly a supervisory role.

Helen was scrubbing pots at 2pm when she felt Eric sidle up beside her and put his arm around her waist.

She looked at him and saw that haunted, horny look.

"In the afternoon?" she asked. Sex was for the evenings, a view Eric held more strongly than anyone. "Let me finish this pot."

Eric tapped her and shook his head, "Now, please?"

Helen smiled at her lover; he was such a sweet man. So she led him to her bedchamber, hitched up her skirts, and he quickly massaged her between the legs. She wanted this to be just for him -- his lust didn't seem like it could wait for her to warm up fully. So after half a minute, when she was just wet enough, she nodded, and he slid in. His mind was somewhere else -- one of the little girls, no doubt. But his cock was hard, and she enjoyed the closeness as he quickly built up to doing what a man does in a woman's pussy. He rolled off with a moan and a hug.

"What happened?" she asked.

"Rachel," he said.

"And what did young Rachel do?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye.

"Your five-year-old daughter was lazing on the sofa with her hand up under her dress. I think she had found something up there that felt good."

Helen and Eric smiled at each other.

"I pretended I hadn't seen, but she knew I had. So the little hussy launched herself into my arms with legs spread wide and wrapped her legs around my back. Her pussy lips were right on my shirt! She giggled and wiggled around."

Helen tried to hide her smirk, then laughed out loud. "You poor, poor man!" she said, kissing him.

Helen resolved to tell all the girls not to excite Mr. Olson during the day, though it was kind of fun to see the sober farmer come unhinged and beg to break his own prohibition on daytime sex.

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Becky was exasperated. They had been over this ground before. "We're doing very well, aren't we? Why can't we afford some really nice clothes for the girls?"

"You know how it is. Once you start spending on one thing, then there will be some other luxury, then another. It's frugality that got us where we are."

Becky had an idea. She didn't like to be devious, but she felt her cause was entirely just.

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"I'm going to bed early," Becky said.

"OK, see you later," Eric replied as he sat in the armchair in the living room, reading a journal on new farming techniques.

"Hi, Dad!" said eight-year-old Hannah, bouncing in. She matter-of-factly hitched up her skirt and sat on her daddy's lap, legs spread wide and facing him.

"Hannah!" he said.

"Don't you like me?" the girl pouted.

"Of course, but ... "

Hannah started bouncing up and down like a younger child. Her little pussy lips bounced up and down with her. She could see that Eric was transfixed. She leaned over and giggled, then gave him a big kiss on one cheek. Then she held herself up on her knees, so her little pussy was a foot from his face.

"They're so soft and perfect. Wouldn't you like to touch them?"

He nodded, looking vague in a horny sort of way. He could barely think of anything other than the delicate rounded pussy lips in front of him.

"Daddy, you can touch me there, but only on one condition."

"Mmmmmm?" Eric said.

"Can Mommy buy the cloth for the new dresses?"

Part of Eric was surprised to realize what she was doing. Devious! But that part was very weak at the moment. The part that ruled his mind was the lusty part contemplating those labia in front of him, and that part nodded.

"Promise?"

He nodded.

Hannah pushed her labia forward at him, and he cupped the little pair of divine flaps. The perfection was stunning. She had gotten the promise she wanted, but she patiently let him cup her privates. But in under a minute he was nudging her off of him. He hurried in to Becky to unburden himself of his seed that so desperately needed release.

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Eric had slept a little late. Now he awoke to a fine May morning with the breeze blowing through the open window and the rising sun giving all a pleasant orange glow. He was alone in bed, and he wondered where Helen had gone. Perfect weather was rare, and he tried to stop to enjoy it when he could. He reflected that his family was large and still growing, all were healthy, and the farm made money as never before.

His reverie was broken when the door opened. Four girls crept in, all naked and smiling. Before he could protest, they had gotten his nightshirt off of him.

Little Sarah was just two and didn't understand so much what was going on, but the others sat her on the bed facing Eric with legs spread wide apart. Five-year-old Rachel sat on his other side, kneeling with legs apart. She took his right hand and gently stroked it, gradually moving it towards her pussy, turning it palm up. She guided his hand to stroke his index finger along her soft labia.

His cock had gotten hard rapidly, and all four of them noticed it and giggled. Ten-year-old Elizabeth straddled him. Her fat little labia were of course bigger than the other girls, but still perfect with no trace of hair. To his astonishment, she lowered herself with legs spread wide and he saw her kiss those sweet labia right against the underside of his cock, then glide back and forth with the lightest touch of sweet friction.

Eight-year-old Hannah straddled his head and gradually lowered herself towards his mouth. "Can you kiss me, Daddy, kiss me down there?"

Eric was dimly aware that this whole scene was just not right --these were his daughters! But the awareness was dim. As the perfect protecting flaps of girlhood reached his lips, he kissed them while he smelled the ambrosia of little girl crotch.

He groped out with his left hand and slid a hand up in the inside of Sarah's thigh. She giggled.

"Now can you lick me, Daddy, please?" begged Hannah.

In a dream, Eric licked his tongue up and down Hannah's slit, amazed to see it glisten with his saliva. It compressed just a little under his tongue strokes, the skin parting a tiny bit more to open her slit just a little. She leaned over to whisper, "You can lick inside if you want. It's OK."

Eric shook his head just a little and kept licking just as he was. He had no business inside a little girl's labia.

His left hand just brushed against Sarah's pussy lips as his hand rested on the inside of her sweet thigh. Rachel's hand kept moving his finger over her little labia again and again, stroking. Down below, Elizabeth had moved up a bit so her tender, smooth lips were rubbing back and forth closer to the end of his cock, reaching the tip at each stroke, tickling his pleasure, making him crave release. His tongue kept licking Hannah's slit.

Hannah cooed, "Yes, Daddy. That feels so good. Mmmmmm."

The pleasure was intoxicating with this bevy of girlhood all around, four sets of perfect labia touching him. His hands touched two, Rachel's were on his face, and Elizabeth's were rapidly exciting his cock towards orgasm.

"Daddy," Hannah asked. "Can you buy us those two riding ponies?"

These little conniving lasses! "No!" he managed weakly.

Instantly Rachel took his fingers away from her labia. Hannah backed away so her pussy was still in sight but out of reach of his tongue. Worst of all, Elizabeth's pussy lips rose so his cock was alone in mid-air, twitching in the vain hope of finding those delicious lips again. It was excruciating.

"Oh, you sneaky girls," he moaned. "Yes, yes, you can have the ponies!"

Rachel stroked his right hand right along her slit again, Hannah's glistening lips eased down so he could lick again, and he took a deep breath of her heavenly odor. Down below, he could feel Elizabeth's soft, smooth pussy lips descend on him, brushing back and forth over the whole length of his cock, but soon focusing on the end. They rubbed all the way over his tip. He started moaning, the pleasure sublime. His tongue lazed against Hannah's slit, not moving. The tip of his cock swelled, and Elizabeth rubbed herself back and forth right over it.

Eric convulsed. His cock fired whitish semen right onto Elizabeth's lips. She kept rubbing back and forth quickly, gently, as the sudden lubrication increased his pleasure. He fired again, his natural twitch pressing up against her to increase his pleasure more. He kept firing over and over and over again, moaning.

When his pleasure was spent, Elizabeth backed off and said to the other, "Look -- look what he did for us?" as Hannah moved aside.

"Oh, thanks, Daddy!" she said.

"Yeah, thanks so much!" Rachel said.

"Tanks," piped up Sarah.

Elizabeth's pussy lips were already glistening with the stuff he had surged onto her directly. Rachel and Hannah eagerly dug into the big puddle of seed on his stomach and painted their own pussy lips with the thick, sticky stuff. Elizabeth reached over to pat some on Sarah's lips too, and she smiled. There was more left over, so they painted a little on to all eight of their little nipples, then poked a little on their nose. The three big girls took a taste and smacked their lips.

"You're such a good daddy!" said Elizabeth, and then all four girls piled onto him in a wriggling, giggling mass, soft girl flesh rubbing him everywhere. Sticky labia slid against him now and then, while four mops of hair brushed against him. The odor of sperm and little girls wafted to his nose.

The giggling died down and they settled in.

"We love you, Daddy," said Rachel.

Three sets of lips smacked against him where those three heads had ended up.

He heard some footsteps and the door opening again, though his head was too covered with girl for him to see anything.

"Oh, my!" said Helen's voice. "Looks like you girls took my advice!"

"Oh, my!" said Becky's. "I bet he promised you the ponies!"

The two women laughed, then all the girls joined in, and then Eric himself.

He was going to get them the ponies anyway. What else could he pretend to be unreasonable about to merit more treatment like this! Hmmmmm.

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