"We've got a new one for you today," Zach said. "John's going to watch."
"What?"
"John's going to watch while we do our little thing."
"Why is he going to watch?"
"Because I like the idea, and he likes the idea."
"I don't like it! What about me?"
"You won't mind, you'll see."
"I don't want anyone watching!"
"Sorry, honey. He's going to watch. Period."
Shortly after John arrived, dressed only in his robe.
"No!" cried Jill, as Zach stood before her naked, cock bulging and
eager for her pussy.
"Jump up!" he said.
Jill cried.
"Jump!" he said, with an edge to his voice.
Jill
jumped, not quite as adroitly as usual, but Zach caught her and
adjusted. His organ surged up inside her as always as he sat her down.
John chuckled. She hated it as never before, seeing out of the corner
of her eye John with an idiotic grin on his face. Zach waltzed her
around for longer than usual. He slid her off and she dutifully got
herself into the doggy position. As Zach shuffled into position behind
her, Jill saw John let his robe drop and stroke his organ, which was
already pretty long and straight. Jill could see Zach looking over at
John, and inside her his cock felt even harder than usual. He pulled
out after less than a minute, and she dutifully lay on her back, legs
spread wide. Zach mounted her in what she now knew was called the
missionary position. He had barely gotten into her before she felt him
speeding up and knew he would come soon. A glance over at John seemed
to fill him with greater urgency, and within a mere fifteen seconds of
mounting her, he spurted up into her.
"Aaaaahhh!" he said with relish.
"Oh, shit!" said John excitedly. "Get off, man. I need her!"
So Zach rolled off the bed and sat on the area rug, his dripping cock
slowly falling.
"Back up on your knees!" John commanded.
Numbly the girl did as she was told.
"She's so hot!" said John to Zach.
"Oh, yeah," agreed Zach, still panting a little.
John urgently thrust into his little doggy, actually an 8-year-old girl.
"She's still so tight, even with your goo up there already," said John,
with an evil little laugh. Zach laughed too.
John stroked strongly, but he took a while.
"She's such a good fuck!" he panted.
"Not a better one to be had!" Zach replied.
She
was stuck on her hands and knees with one man clutching her butt and
stabbing her pussy over and over again, and another man looking on with
a stupid expression of approval. She realized what she hated most was
that they were talking to each other and not to her. Other times, even
when they yelled at her or swore at her, at least it was her.
John's
hard-on actually starting softening a little, but then he grabbed her
butt with renewed vigor and thrust even harder. She felt his organ
expand slowly but steadily until he pressed their two bodies together
as tightly as he could and moaned. She knew his stuff was shooting out.
As he pulled out, he said, "I guess I fucked the bitch good, eh?"
"I guess you sure did," said Zach.
The two men reassembled themselves. They seemed to then remember that
this thing they had been fucking was a person, actually.
"Thanks, Jill, you little slut," said John, "that was great."
"Yeah, thanks, you little whore!" said Zach.
Jill
lay in a daze as the two men left. John never talked that mean to her
ever. But Zach stirred up something worse in him. Without bothering to
dress, she trudged to the bathroom. Her hair was all mussed up and
tears streaked her face. Down between her legs the goo of two men was
oozing out.
She
hurt. She glanced down at her smooth labia, reddish from their workout.
Her pussy didn't really physically hurt, but it was where the hurt all
started, kind of. With little thought, she opened the medicine chest.
What do they give for pain? There was a bottle of aspirin. She numbly
shook one out and held it between thumb and forefinger just looking at
the pretty white pill.
"Here you go, little pussy," she said
softly with a wistful smile as she pushed it deftly up inside. "I hope
that makes it feel better." She wiped up the nasty stuff from the two
nasty men that had dripped out of her, then trudged back to her room.
She
lay on her bed, hoping to sleep. But instead of sleep, a strange calm
came over her. She felt at peace with her present circumstances in a
way she never had before.
She was a small girl. At the moment
she was being kept for the sexual pleasure of four different men, even
if only two took advantage of the opportunity. She considered that fact
from all angles, and considered it just as a fact, not a demoralizing
shame. It certainly wasn't her fault; it didn't reflect badly on her.
And she had a power, a power to transform her life if she wanted to.
After half an hour the feeling subsided to simple calm, but she knew
she had experienced something far beyond ordinary thought. She promptly
fell asleep.
The next morning she remembered that feeling of calm, though she
couldn't remember quite why she had felt it.
She tried sliding another aspirin up inside her pussy, but it had no
effect.
That
evening it was Zach's turn with her. For once she had at least one
reason to look forward to it. Zach didn't disappoint her. He growled at
her and called her nasty names right on schedule, grunted right on
schedule, rolled off on schedule, and left on schedule. But most
importantly to her, he had ejaculated right on schedule.
As soon
as his steps had receded, she raced to the bathroom and slid another
aspirin up her pussy. She returned to her room and waited expectantly.
Nothing.
Half an hour after taking Zach's goo, she went to
John's room, and while the man was quite surprised that Jill was
suggesting he fuck her, he didn't ask too many questions. He fucked
her. Jill ran back to her room after pushing another aspirin upside and
waited. Nothing.
What had given her that wonderful calm feeling?
She certainly hoped it didn't require getting fucked by two assholes
who watched each other and egged the other on to enjoy sinking their
dicks into a particular piece of warm girl meat who just happened to be
there with them. What was the key? Two men giving it to her close
together?
She was due to take it up the cunt from John the next
evening. How could she get a second man? She didn't want to have sex
with Zach one more time than she absolutely had to. Oscar never touched
her. She was usually quite thankful for that, but for once it would be
handy to have his sperm for her experiment. Maybe he'd let her borrow
his underpants after he had come in them? She smiled at the thought,
but it would never work.
That left her father. The thought of
him sent a pang through her heart. What if she just told him what she
wanted? "Sperm, quick!" He sure as hell owed it to her.
She checked with Cathy to make sure she wasn't going to be stealing any
of her father's precious bodily fluids that evening.
She
was excited to go to John's that evening. He seemed to pick up on her
excitement, because he actually came earlier than usual, and with a
louder grunt.
"That was nice, Jilly, very nice!"
"Good, good -- got to run."
"Aren't you going to stay? I'd like you to stay."
"Not tonight, honey," she said, and kissed him on the cheek.
He could have ordered her to do as she was told and stay, but something
told her he wouldn't.
She raced down the hall naked to her father's room.
"Daddy!"
"Yes, sweetheart? What was it you wanted?"
"Daddy," she said. "Take off all your clothes, OK? I want you to fu --
to help me do my chores, right now, OK?"
"But honey, why? After how bad I've been to you..."
"Trust me," she said, with an edge to her voice. "Just do it."
"OK," he said, confused.
She lay back, surreptitiously wiping away some of John's dripping seed
when his back was turned.
"Daddy,"
she said. "See my pussy? Go ahead, slide in!" She reached up to caress
his half-hard cock, and it rapidly sprung to life. He lay on her and
pressed in. She pushed on his buttocks to help him penetrate her.
She then gave him a big smile and whispered in his ear, "Come in me,
daddy! Spurt it out. I'm hungry for it!"
Her
daddy's face was a mask of confusion, pleasure, and animal stupor. His
cock was hardening nicely within her to near the ejaculation point.
"Come for me, daddy," she said softly, lovingly.
And he did, making a louder noise than he ever had before, his face
glazed over as never before.
As
soon as she felt the spurts stop, she pushed him off her, "Thanks a lot
daddy, you're the best!" and raced to the bathroom, inserting an
aspirin once more.
When she lay on her bed this time, she was not disappointed. The
feeling of calm returned.
She
was only eight. Her father had tricked her and raped her when she was
six. He had delivered her to this place where she was the sexual
plaything of two other men -- and one other who didn't choose to
exercise his right. When she was just an ordinary little girl, that
caused a mess of yucky feelings.
But with this clarity she felt,
things were very different. That two men fucked her was not her fault,
and it was no cause for shame. She could choose to be angry if she
wanted, and she could choose to grieve. She could even choose to laugh.
She would do all of those things in time. But she could also choose to
transform the circumstances of her life. In this state of clarity, that
last choice seemed by far the best.
Just then Cathy arrived,
having been dismissed by Zach after taking a load of his cum. She
crawled in beside Jill and started babbling away.
"Shhh, Cathy,"
she interrupted, holding her finger to her lips. "I love you so much,
and I'll be delighted to talk later, but right now, let's just snuggle
quietly," she said.
Cathy was happy with the expression of
Jill's love, and snuggled up against her. Jill considered the
interaction. She had known exactly the right thing to tell her dear
friend.
Yes, she could transform her life. She could help Cathy
transform hers too. She wondered if the two-loads-plus-an-aspirin would
work for her too. Even if it didn't, she could help her.
She had
already seen a little of her power. By being sweet to John, he had come
sooner and more strongly. She had told her father what she wanted, and
he had done exactly as she had said. Those were just the beginnings of
what was possible. Insights and possible courses of action and
consequences swirled and shifted.
After half an hour the feeling faded. Now she was ready to talk to
Cathy -- but Cathy was sound asleep in her arms.
Oh,
you dear sweet girl, she thought. I love you so much. Together we will
be able to break free, and that will be just the beginning!
Cathy
came into the room, a little confused. Two men had ejaculated up inside
her little girl pussy within the last two minutes. She was leaking.
"Come, lie on the bed, now," Jill said.
"Spread your legs!" Jill took the aspirin and prepared to slide it up
inside Cathy's pussy.
"What are you doing?"
"Trust me?" said Jill.
"OK," said Cathy, warily.
Jill realized it was the first time she had ever slid her fingers into
another girl.
"There,
all done!" she said, the aspirin safely tucked up where Jill hoped it
would work its magic. "Now just lie back and relax."
Within a
minute, Cathy calmed and her eyes opened. "Oh, wow!" she said, giving
one short glance to Jill, then returning to her own reverie. Jill
smiled, and lay snuggled against Cathy as the concoction did its work
in the little one.
Cathy stirred and smiled at Jill.
"What was it like?" Jill asked.
"Did you go through that too?"
"I think so, but it depends on what happened to you. What was it like?"
"Why don't you tell me what it was like for you?" the younger asked
with a confident, pleasant tone.
That's
just the right sort of thing for her to say! Jill thought with delight.
Cathy knew she didn't have to be the deferential little girl. Having
Jill go first was no better or worse, and it corrected a little uneven
pattern between them. Jill herself had no need to play any power games,
so she spoke first.
Their experiences had been virtually identical.
"What made it happen?" Cathy asked.
"As
far as I can tell," Jill said, "it happens when you get two men to
deliver a load up inside you and then slide an aspirin up your pussy,
all in quick succession."
"You stuck an aspirin in me?" Cathy asked, looking between her legs in
alarm.
"Yep. Cool, eh?"
"How on earth did you ever discover it -- putting an aspirin in your
pussy?"
Ordinarily
Jill would have been embarrassed to admit it, and the fear surged over
her before passing. Just to be sure, she said, "You won't laugh at me,
right?"
"Of course not!" Cathy said, and Jill knew with utter certainty that
she wouldn't. Not after she had been through that reverie.
"John and Zach did me together, watching each other, egging each other
on, and talking about me like I wasn't even there."
"Oh dear," Cathy said quietly.
"And
afterwards I was so miserable I went to the bathroom and wondered what
I could do to make the hurt stop. I knew aspirin makes things stop
hurting, so I just tried pushing one up inside."
"Why not?"
Cathy managed before she started laughing, but Jill knew it was OK. She
was laughing with her, not at her. Jill joined in, and then they hugged.
The
girls knew not to raise anything in a group. In a group, John was the
leader, and he would be pressed to make a decision quickly. He wouldn't
be able to back down once he made it.
There had been a rule from
the beginning that Cathy and Jill were not allowed on a computer
without supervision, for fear they might do something to give away
their unusual family arrangement and its location. Neither girl had
wanted to browse online with a man looking over her shoulder,
especially a man who was in her panties against her will every day or
two.
Now they didn't mind. They wanted information, and they
would get it. For a peck on the cheek and a smile from Jill, Oscar
could easily be convinced to sit behind them for hours watching what
they looked at. He did warn them that there were some things he
wouldn't allow and that he might tell the others about any of it.
They
read the news. They plied Oscar with endless questions, and along with
answering them himself, he told them of web sites where they could find
those answers and more.
They looked over girls' wardrobes and made lists of all the new clothes
they wanted.
They
decided they wanted panty liners so they didn't have to leak cum all
over their panties all day and night. The cum never really came out in
the wash, so their panties all quickly got crusty. They also found out
what douches were and asked for those, as well as plungers and
eyedroppers and turkey basters. They were thinking ahead in case they
wanted to play with other vaginal concoctions.
Oscar could easily pay for everything the girls wanted to buy. The
clothes and the feminine supplies came in.
They
found curricula for the second and third grade and began schooling
themselves. As watching that got tedious for Oscar, he arranged a
laptop with no internet access and downloaded the files there so the
girls could study at their leisure.
They brought up porn, which
made Oscar nervous. They asked about child porn, and he explained that
it was totally illegal and they could be in deep trouble if they ever
found any, noting that he too was against the exploitation of children
in any way. Apparently the irony was lost on him. Oscar thwarted their
investigation of statutes on child sexual abuse. He stopped them when
they started looking up Cathy's family, saying he would check with Zach
first before he let them do that. In their next session he made it
clear that they were under no circumstances to look at anything of the
kind. The girls with one glance at each other knew that Zach wasn't
Cathy's legal guardian.
They got a Labradoodle dog and a Burmese cat.
The
men grew uneasy. There was nothing wrong with any particular thing the
girls were doing, but they sensed that it was part of a pattern. The
pattern was increasing confidence and knowledge, which they sensed
would translate into increased power. They didn't like that.
John
said they were limited to two hours of internet access a week. When
Oscar noted that they could download vast quantities of information and
examine it later on their offline laptops, John modified his edict. No
more than four hours a week on a computer of any kind. The girls said
they thought they ought to be able to learn as much as if they were in
school, so John made an exception for schoolwork. When they began
downloading case studies for a course in criminal law, he restricted it
to age-appropriate schoolwork, plus two hours of any other material.
Beyond that he could not be budged.
John's erection was flagging. "Jill, will you stop doing that!
"Doing what?" Jill asked innocently.
"Looking so, so... bored!"
"Oh,
OK," she said, and put on a smile that was not so fake as to be a
caricature, but fake enough that John could sense it. He couldn't put
his finger on what was wrong, but his cock could sense it.
He sighed. "Give me a blowjob!" he commanded.
Jill
quickly lowered herself to take his cock in her mouth. There was
something about the rhythm that was off, though. And like any good
little girl, she gazed up at him. It wasn't an insolent expression.
What was it? It wasn't mocking? He wasn't feeling aroused. He pushed
her off with irritation.
"Damn it!" he said. "Sometimes you make things so nice, but lately it's
all wrong! Cut it out!"
"I'm
sorry," Jill said with perfectly feigned contrition. "I don't mean to
be a bad girl. I'll try to do better. What could I be doing better?"
John
sighed with exasperation. They had been over this ground before. It
wasn't any particular thing they did, it was the little things about
just how it was done. And the girls explained that they did their best
but when they were unhappy they couldn't fake it so well. John knew
what would make them happier -- unlimited internet time.
He did
manage to fuck each of the girls. He could do it in the dark. They
couldn't make their girl bodies disappear, nor make their pussies
unattractive. A girl's pussy was worth a fuck. And whenever he came he
felt good. Along with release, he had conquered the girl once more. But
even when he came in them it didn't feel that good. Unbeknownst to him,
the girls' vaginal fluids were laced with a very subtle local
anesthetic.
John raised the internet limit from two hours to three, and was amply
rewarded with the girls' increased happiness.
Cathy's hand raced deliciously up and down John's thigh. She thrust her
pelvis up against him.
"I love what you do to my pussy. I just love it. Harder! Fill me more!"
she urgently whispered.
"Cum in me, give me all of your cum, Mr. Murphy."
He
was fucking in a frenzy. She felt his cock expanding, felt the telltale
signs of his approaching orgasm. Then she whispered simply, "Yes! Yes!
Yes!", but each with a slightly different intonation, and she grinned
inwardly when he roared with what must have been the best orgasm he had
felt in years. It was certainly the best he had ever had with her. She
mentally patted herself on the back. "Good job, kiddo!"
Of
course, his good fortune didn't last. The girls gradually got unhappy
again over the course of the next few weeks, to John's despair. There
was another aspect to it. The men never talked explicitly about how
good the sex was, but John thought he could tell by some private smiles
that all three of the others were getting some very satisfying tail.
The
girls' sexual duties had never taken them much time -- an hour on a
really busy day. Their studies and internet explorations took them
perhaps six hours. They had the rest of the time to race through the
fields, ride horses, and play with their dog and cat. They named the
male Labradoodle Pussy and the female Burmese cat Cock, to the
irritation of the men. They had time to enjoy the outdoor hot tub that
had just been installed. John was reluctant to approve it, even though
Oscar paid. They loved sitting watching the fountain, holding hands.
They began a conditioning program too, attend to aerobics, strength and
flexibility.
They advanced rapidly in their studies. Their study
of child development told them that there were whole realms of
knowledge they could not master without something called abstract
thinking, which usually came around puberty. They looked at each other
and shrugged, and indeed found themselves staring blankly at the harder
algebra problems. But they packed away enormous quantities of
information.
All of this organization and confidence and
discipline required only a "booster shot" of what they dubbed a "double
shot with aspirin" every few weeks.
The
months rolled by. One late spring day, when Cathy was almost eight and
Jill had just turned nine, they hatched their plan for the next step.
It took a few tries for everything to fall into place.
Jill
raced into her room and waited anxiously for Cathy. She could almost
feel the vital essence of the semen within her decaying. But less than
a minute later, she heard the littler girl come running. They giggled
when they saw each other and exchanged high fives. Each rapidly
squatted, and with a few expert strokes with a thin kitchen spatula
each swirled the contents of her vagina into the dish beneath her. With
the same spatula Jill quickly emptied her dish into Cathy's, and the
younger girl started stirring vigorously with a small fork. She then
quickly filled one oversize eyedropper with the mixture and handed it
to Jill before filling her own. They then bounced onto the bed, on
their backs with legs apart.
"Ouch!" yelped Cathy, as Jill's knee whacked hers.
They
both giggled, though, and held their pussy lips wide with one hand.
Their other hand held the eyedropper, and they managed to slide the
bulb a couple inches up their vaginas before depressing the plunger to
deposit the contents even higher. They had re-seeded their vaginas with
the precious bodily fluids of four different men, spurted from their
penises with such animal pleasure within the last three minutes. They
had discovered in previous attempts that a third man's sperm added
nothing. Now they would try a fourth.
"Aspirin, don't forget the
aspirin!" Jill said, referring to the cause of their first failure.
Each giggled as she reached for the bedside table. Each shoved two
aspirin deep inside her pussy before bringing her legs together.
"I thought you weren't going to make it in time," Jill said. "And you
had the easy two!"
"Nice guys finish last," Cathy said, having collected sperm from Oscar
and Jill's father.
"Anything else?" Cathy asked as they mentally went through the required
steps once more.
"Just one thing," said Jill as she gazed at Cathy lovingly.
Totally
unrehearsed, she brought her face towards Cathy, who responded in kind.
They shared the sweetest, tiniest little kiss, and then another, then
breaking their loving gaze they lay close beside each other, on their
backs, holding hands, and waited.
Jill reflected later that the experiment could easily have killed them.
Each
of them vomited over the side of the bed. They moaned and groaned,
their muscles aching. They knew immediately that sperm from four guys
was way more potent than sperm from two.
"Shit, fuck, cunt, balls!" moaned Cathy. "I'm so scared!"
"Cunt, fuck, balls, shit!" moaned Jill. "Me too."
They
gripped hands. They never knew whether they totally lost consciousness
or not. The next thing Jill knew, wavy red figures on a bedside clock
told her it was two and a half hours later. She turned her head to see
Cathy, deathly still with closed eyes.
Trying not to panic, she
leaned over and whispered, "I love you, Cathy. Time to wake up." After
a minute with no change, she tried again, trying to quell fear.
"Please, Cathy. I love you."
To her immense relief, Cathy started twitching a little, then a bit
more, and then opened her eyes too.
"Holy shit!" moaned Cathy, trying to get her mind around what she had
just experienced.
"Christ on a crutch!" groaned Jill, facing the same problem.
Somewhat
different revelations had come to each one. The girls were closely
attuned, but they had no telepathy. They assembled their joint
revelation over the course of many hours by way of good old words,
explaining over and over what they had understood or felt -- asking
questions, rephrasing, and asking again. It continued for days as they
explored implications, possible actions, and likely consequences.
"I can't do that!" Oscar said. "John would never allow that!"
"No,
he wouldn't, if you asked him outright," Cathy said. "But there's been
a change in the past few weeks. If you watch him closely, you'll see
John isn't in charge any more."
Oscar wasn't the most astute
observer of people's feelings, but he couldn't miss that. John appeared
anxious and distracted for days at a time.
"Watch what happens," whispered Cathy, seated next to Oscar in the
living room.
Jill
glided demurely through the door to the other room where John waited,
and just barely overheard her say to John, "I've been a little selfish.
Kiss and make up?" John and Jill headed up the stairs. At dinner that
night, John talked easily, projecting confidence and ease.
Oscar could see that John was not in charge, so he felt emboldened to
make his own decisions.
He knew the girls were influencing him, but he had no idea just how
much.
It was a handwritten letter, left on the main dining table.
"Dear John, Zach, and Bruce,
Oscar has taken us on a vacation. He's so sweet!
Mind the horses, and take care of Pussy and Cock for us.
We've left some lovely kiddie porn for you to remember us by.
We've
also left some mementos of our time together. We've kept copies too, so
we too can remember our sweet times together. You guys shouldn't report
us as missing or come after us, do you think?
We'll be fine. Oscar is very resourceful, and you may have noticed that
we have our own ways of getting what we want.
Love, Jill and Cathy
P.S. I hate you, Daddy, and I will also love your forever.
P.P.S. I hate you, Uncle Zach.
P.P.P.S. John, you ought to brush your teeth more if you're going to
take any other little girls into your bed."
The three men could barely make eye contact with each other.
Oscar and the girls had taken off in John's truck, but otherwise they
hadn't taken much but their own belongings.
They
separately looked at the kiddy porn later. Oscar must have gotten them
a high-quality video camera without their knowledge. The little teasing
scenes that Jill and Cathy recorded for them had each of them fully
erect and aching for release within seconds.
The mementos were
six clips, each of the three of them with each girl. They had chosen
scenes that the men undoubtedly found painful, scenes where the girls
were punishing them with their very subtle anti-sexual, almost
emasculating behavior. Each scene included the man whining or begging.
They felt shame knowing the other men were seeing them in such an
unflattering light. Each scene also clearly showed the man's cock
diving into the little girl's pussy. If the authorities ever saw those
scenes, they would go to jail for a long time.
As the girls had
predicted, Zach and Bruce left separately within a few weeks. Without
Cathy and Jill, there was nothing to bind the three together. They
shared only their collusion in a serious and shameful crime. Each
wanted to start a new chapter in his life, and they were also aware
that if Jill and Cathy's videos did reach the wrong hands, they didn't
want to be too easy to find. But it was John's home, and he stayed.
Oscar
had ample hacking skills to cobble together a new identity for each of
them. In short order he was a widower and the girls were his daughters.
They
rented an apartment in Silver Spring, outside of Washington. Oscar
continued earning his handsome living online, and the girls enrolled in
the local schools. They were far more sophisticated than kids their
age, so although they were eight and nine, according to their new
identities they were ten and twelve. Cathy gathered information from
the elementary school, while Jill shared her experiences of middle
school.
"Kind of like the center of the world. Lincoln Memorial that way, White
House there, and the Capitol there."
"But it's not really the center, except for the tourists."
"I am a little girl, and it is too the center!" Jill stamped her foot.
Cathy
giggled. "We should be sure to get Oscar honey to take us to the
Children's Museum. Do all those things while we are still kids."
They took in the view for a while, and then Jill turned to Cathy.
"I need another dose. I'm losing my focus somehow."
"Yeah,
me too. One thing Zach and John and your dad did was deliver the sperm
in the right place, right on schedule." They laughed, and Cathy went
on. "I get a dose from Oscar most days, but one's never enough, right?"
"Never has been for me."
There was a pause. "Do you miss it? I mean, the sex itself?"
Jill
considered the question. Oscar was no more physical with her now than
he had been back at the farm. "Yeah, I do. That big strong body, and
the power and urgency, and also how they're totally vulnerable. And I
like making people happy."
"Even Zach?"
"Even Zach. He was playing out some old pattern with that nasty talk.
Who knows what his life was like before?"
"Surely we can convince Oscar to satisfy your ferocious animal hunger."
"Sure.
The delicate part is keeping him so totally devoted afterward. I've got
to act like a slut but remain a goddess in his eyes."
"Maybe you
could say it's for your health. Which it is, in a way. But we can't
tell him about the 'double shot with aspirin', right?"
"No, of course not. Maybe we could say it was a superstition or
something."
"Oscar?"
Jill crept into his room. She thought she heard a little hurried
rustling in the bed. If he was masturbating but hadn't climaxed yet,
that would be ideal. Cathy had turned him down for three days in a row,
an unprecedented drought, so his hunger was probably intense.
"Jill? Jill! What are you doing here?"
"Aren't you glad to see me?"
"Of course, of course!" He sounded confused.
"You know you've never wanted to be intimate with me," she said.
"I can't! You're just so perfect!"
"I'm
not perfect, although it's sweet of you to say so. But I've found I
need it for my health. The other guys did me regularly, but without
them, I'm having trouble. It's like I came to depend on it. Physically!"
"But..."
As
she spoke, she let her robe fall away. She nudged him over and lay
against him. She glanced with approval at his massive hard-on. "Just
for my health, OK?" she said, sounding very businesslike. In a daze he
followed the suggestion of her nudges and moved to lie on top of her.
"You don't have to enjoy it," she said. "I won't either, OK?" She was
cracking up inside as she said those lines.
"Here you go. Push. There!"
"Oh, Jill, Jill," he murmured. "Oh shit," he said, "I'm not going to
last long!"
"That's good, Oscar! It's your big load of juicy sperm I need. Gimme!
Please?"
And
with that he gave three deep lunges. "Oh, Jill! Jill! Jill!" he said as
his cock twitched, over and over, filling Jill's immature cunt with
what she truly did need, even if not right then.
As he came down from his orgasmic bliss, he moaned, "Oh, no, I wanted
to make sure I never abused you."
"For
my health," she said, giving him a pat, and left. What oozed out of her
and down her leg implied a far bigger load than any man had ever given
her before.
The next night she crept in again. "You've already
done me once, right? You've broken your promise to yourself -- for a
very good reason."
Oscar sighed. He took her in his arms and
honored her body with the sweetest, most adoring foreplay ever. But he
needed little encouragement to bury his cock to the hilt, soon losing
himself in ecstasy again.
Once Oscar had broken his vow the
second time, with no pretense of restoring her physical health, he was
insatiable. He wanted her to spend the night. He wanted her every
morning, and occasionally in the middle of the night too. She thought
it was wise to satisfy him as completely as possible.
Cathy poked her. "You stole my boyfriend!" It was 95% in jest, but they
both knew there was a little bit of true jealousy.
"You
wouldn't sleep with him for three nights in a row," she said, holding
up three fingers. "The trick to keeping that man is to let him fuck you
as much as he wants." They smiled, because of course Cathy's three
nights of putting Oscar off had been a joint decision.
Within a
few weeks they were back to a schedule where he did both girls, and
much of the time the girls got to sleep with each other. He did fuck
Jill twice for every time he did Cathy, but they were all fine with
that.
They could each reliably get a shot of semen from Oscar whenever they
wanted.
Cathy
skipped along the path in the park humming to herself, a display they
judged pedophiles would react to. And soon enough a man approached
along the path who got that hungry look in his eye when he saw her. He
then tried not to look at her. Cathy turned and skipped back to the
spot on the path where she would pull off her ambush. He had seen her
front, and along the way he got to appreciate her back. It also freed
him of the worry that she would catch him looking.
She stopped
at the chosen spot and waited for him to come even with her. The man
made to walk by nonchalantly, trying not to look.
"Hi there!"
Cathy said. "I want to show you something." She grabbed his hand and
tugged him off the path to the spot they had selected behind the bushes.
He stopped a few steps off the path and would not be budged. "Sorry,
dear, but what's this about? Where is your mommy?"
''My daddy. He went off for a little while. This is just so cool, I
wanted to show someone."
"We
need to find him. You shouldn't be alone like this, and you certainly
shouldn't be pulling men into the bushes! You could get hurt, you
know!" Now he held her hand tight rather than the other way around.
Seeing from his hideout that the scheme had gone awry, Oscar appeared.
"Oh,
thanks, sir. Lisa, what are you doing running away like that? I told
you to stay on that bench!" he said, pointing some distance away.
"You
should keep closer track of her! She was leading me behind those
bushes, and if she did that with the wrong man, you know what might
happen!"
Jill watched him intently from some distance, and
thought that Cathy had pegged him perfectly. He was indeed just the
kind of man a little girl should never be alone with -- unless she
wanted his sperm tucked safely up her cunt, which is just what Cathy
wanted.
"Thanks for your concern, but it won't happen again," said Oscar, and
the man let go reluctantly.
Oscar
and Cathy hurried off hand in hand, and Jill followed at a discreet
distance. When they were far from the man, Cathy ran back to consult
with Jill.
"What did I do wrong?" Cathy asked.
"Nothing I
could see," Jill answered. "He was bursting with desire for you, but
he's just a decent guy. He'll be jerking off for years, thinking of the
little girl trying to lead him into the bushes. But when the chips were
down, he was a good guy."
The
man was confused, but let Cathy tug him up into the bushes. Behind a
big rock, she pulled his head down to whisper in his ear. "I know I'm
kind of a bad girl, but I really need you to do it to me, OK? You know,
your thingie up in my privates! It's OK, really! It's what I want!"
With
that she raised her pink dress seductively, showing she had no panties
on, and lay down on her jacket, which she had spread out, then spread
her legs.
"I've done it before! You'll fit!" she said, with a pleading tone.
The impulses in the man's mind were screaming at each other, but he
resolved his agonizing decision the other way.
He
looked around to make sure no one could see them, then quickly pulled
down his pants and briefs to reveal a half-hard cock. "God forgive me,"
he muttered.
Cathy smiled at it and stroked it gently, and it rapidly stiffened. She
then lay back, legs spread wide, and he lowered himself.
She held her lips open as he guided himself up to her hairless pussy.
As she had promised, he slid in easily.
After a few strokes, she whispered, "Come quick, OK? I don't know how
much time we have."
He quickened his frenzied pace.
"Yes. Come for me! Yes!"
And then he was spurting, over and over.
He rolled off and came to his senses. "Oh, shit, what have I done!"
They heard a man's loud voice, not too far away. "Lisa!"
"That's my dad! Go, quick!"
His pants pulled up, the man couldn't regain the path and hurry away
quickly enough.
Cathy
lay down again on the jacket and clutched her knees to her chest. She
wanted to keep as much of this guy's semen as she could. Why was Oscar
taking so long!
Soon he appeared. She took the cock he fished
out of his trousers into her mouth and swirled and sucked expertly.
When it was hard he lowered himself and pressed in where she had
entrapped the pedophile to poke a mere two minutes before.
"Let it go, sweet Oscar! Sperm me! I love you... Unload your balls!"
The
horny young man lost himself in ecstasy, pulsing into young Cathy. The
two girls had denied him sex for four days in preparation for this
event.
After he had come, Cathy urged him away. "OK, thanks so much. Now go!"
As
soon as the glowing and satisfied Oscar had walked away, she produced
the aspirin from her pocket and pushed it up her pussy. She lay back
and waited.
They
traveled the world together, rarely staying in a place for more than
six months, as the girls learned cultures, languages, and customs. They
also traveled within the US; regions differed from each other far less
than foreign lands, but the differences were still interesting and
important.
Jill noticed it when she was 11 and a half. A few
pubic hairs, occasional pains in her breasts, growing nipples and
enlargement of her aureoles. Then she noticed it when Oscar was mounted
on her, pumping away. She felt a bit of hunger, a sense that her body
wanted this, having nothing to do with her logical plans. The feelings
rapidly built and the bodily changes accelerated.
She got her
double shot with aspirin from a random pedophile and Oscar more
frequently. It was easier to snare a pedophile now that she showed some
signs of development.
They had known that puberty was a large
wild card in their plans. What could they say with certainty about what
women's psychology when they hadn't even undergone puberty themselves?
Jill could now feel why girls found boys so absolutely fascinating. She
could feel that hunger for sex herself. As she considered her
relationship with Oscar, she felt some jealousy towards Cathy. She
learned what cramps and periods were all about.
For the moment,
Cathy's hormones were calm, while Jill's were seething. The two talked
more, focusing on how puberty was changing Jill. Cathy looked closely
for signs that Jill was losing her compass in some fashion with the
onslaught of puberty. All seemed well.
The hormones seized Cathy nine months later.
When Jill was 13 and Cathy was 12, they were ready.
They
had made some personal connections during their travels, but their most
important source of networking was patient cultivation of relationships
on the web that Oscar had helped them with.