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."
"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.
"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.
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."
"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.
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.
"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."
"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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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."
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.
"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, then added, "Mrs. Olson may have some
chores for you to do too."
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.