Labia
Worship
by Sterling
Part 3 of 3
Eric
didn't go in to Helen's for a couple days, but when he did, she smiled
at him as she turned over, spread her legs and went back to sleep.
He
looked at her delicate and perfect outer pussy lips and admired them.
He then knelt below her and started stroking himself. The girl woke up
and smiled groggily down at him. He carefully put his tip a little
lower on her stomach and spurted his load of cum onto her stomach again.
When
he was spent, he lay on the bed below her so his face was just a few
inches from those labia he worshipped, admiring once again their
perfect lines, and the simple but mysterious crack formed where they
came together.
Helen was asleep again, and the idea that came to him made his heart
pound with excitement. He finally decided it was OK.
He
reached up with his right index finger to take some of the cum pooling
on Helen's belly. Then he just barely touched his finger to the top of
her left pussy lip. He liked the little spot of moisture. So he applied
more, until he had a part the size of a little fingernail covered with
his creamy cum. He liked the way it looked, so he got another fingerful
and painted that delicately until that entire lip was covered and
gleaming with a thin layer of cum. Then he covered the other one,
trying to make an even coating. He slid the tip of his finger right up
to the edge of her slit, but didn't slide it open at all, not another
millimeter. But he did gently push a little more onto the slit from
both sides until a seamless layer of cum stretched across her midline.
That just used up the supply of cum he had ejaculated onto her belly.
Eric came back to the farmhouse area early because the work on the far
hayfield went faster than expected.
As
he approached the barn, he heard Walter's voice. It had a sort of
sneering tone to it, so he approached quietly to investigate. He saw
Helen in a corner of an unused stall, sitting on a stool. She was
frowning and holding back tears, but as he watched she pulled her dress
up to expose her private parts. He just barely made out Walter's voice,
"The boss man pokes around up there all the time, so you spread them a
little for me too, eh?"
Eric moved swiftly but silently into the
stall. Walter had only a moment's warning as he saw Helen look up and
smile at Eric with relief. Then Walter felt himself lifted and hurled
against the stall wall with a tremendous crash. Next he felt fists of
steel in his stomach and against his chest, and as he doubled over his
face was snapped first to the right and then the left as fists
materialized from nowhere. As he hit the floor he felt knees crush into
his back, expelling every bit of air and leaving him gulping for air.
But he had little time to worry about that before being flipped over
and then feeling the fist again, just one this time, into his cheek
over and over again, against his head, searing against ear and his neck
and his jaw. He heard his teeth crack.
Eric, his vision suffused
with red, raised his right fist over and over against, crashing down on
Walter's face. Then he became aware of a faint high-pitched screaming
and a gentle tapping on his back. When he focused, he found Helen close
beside him, screeching "Stop, stop, Mr. Olson!" He realized she was
hitting his back with all the strength her body could muster.
He instantly sat back, and Helen stopped hitting, but kept crying,
"Stop, stop, stop!"
"I've stopped, Helen, I've stopped," he said, patting her hand before
turning to the dazed figure of Walter, trying to rise.
In
a voice fit for a cobra, he hissed, "Get ... out!", then growled it
"Get ... Go! If I ever seen you again ... " he said, raising his right
fist once more.
Walter nodded, rolled over and crawled out of
the stall before rising to his feet in the main barn and staggering
away, gaining speed as he headed down the driveway to the road.
Eric's right hand was bleeding and bruised from its impact on Walter's
bones.
He turned his attention to Helen.
"Are you OK?" he asked.
She nodded, tears in her eyes.
"How bad did he hurt you?"
"He didn't hurt me, really."
"Did he poke inside your ... you know?"
"A little," she said, sniffling.
"And did it hurt?" Eric asked.
"Only a little," she said.
Eric sat down.
"I'm glad you came and stopped him!" Helen said. "But it
wasn't that
bad," she said, looking at the floor where Walter had taken his
pummeling.
Eric
realized he had overreacted. He also realized it was just who he was.
He might not be jealous when his wife took a lover, but the slightest
insult to Helen was going to drive him berserk.
"I think I'm going to sleep with Helen tonight," he said.
"OK," Becky said, almost suppressing her sigh of relief.
Eric sat on the bed.
"Did you love him?" he asked.
"No, I ... no."
"But you were fond of him."
"Yes."
"Did you tell him what I did with Helen?"
"No!"
"Funny, he knew somehow."
"Well,
he asked me why you didn't make love with me, and I wouldn't say. Then
he asked if you had a lover somewhere and I said 'No' right away. But
when he asked if you were into Helen, I said 'No', but not fast enough,
I guess. I couldn't lie very well."
Eric was silent a moment. "I guess it's good to have a wife who can't
lie easily just like that."
Becky
tried to restrain herself, but finally burst out, "It's not like you
don't abuse her all the time, night after night, cumming all over her!"
"That's different! With Walter she was crying and telling him not to!
She's never done that with me!"
"Couldn't you just have told him never to do it again?"
Eric paused. "Sorry," he said. "I just can't bear the thought of anyone
being mean to Helen."
"You don't mind him fucking your wife, but can't stand him groping the
servant girl!" she continued hotly.
Eric paused briefly. "It's all related," he said. "It's all related."
"Heard you were looking for a man," the stranger said.
"What's your name?" Eric asked.
"Cal."
"Worked on a farm before?"
"Yup. I've been working for Ingersoll eight month, but his son came
back so he don't need me."
If a man could keep Ingersoll happy for eight months, he must be a
pretty good man.
"Let me get my wife," he said, leaving Cal standing in the yard.
He came back with Becky in a minute.
"Becky, this is Cal; Cal, Becky."
"Pleased to meet you, ma'am."
Cal gave one quick glance at Becky, then looked down briefly before
returning his gaze to Eric.
Eric studied Becky's face, and wasn't sure what he saw.
Eric led Becky twenty yards away, "Well?"
"He looks like he would be a good worker," she said blandly.
Eric
called out, "Can't use you, Cal, sorry," before wheeling to return to
the house. Cal hesitated only a moment before shrugging and heading off
to town.
"Vegetables, mostly. And chickens." Cyrus looked down, knowing these
were not impressive credentials.
"Mrs. Olson!" Eric yelled across the yard. "Mrs. Olson!"
Becky appeared at the kitchen door, then hurried over.
"Becky, this is Cyrus; Cyrus, Becky."
Cyrus
looked her up and down with obvious appreciation before returning his
attention to Eric. "Sorry, sorry, but you do have one fine wife here,
couldn't help but notice. You're a lucky man," he said.
Eric was watching Becky, and saw her look down as the man's eyes
feasted on her, and he thought he saw a trace of a blush.
Cyrus
was near six feet tall, and had dark skin for a white person, dark skin
and a long nose and brown eyes. His hair hung to his shoulders.
"How soon can you start?" Eric asked.
"Whenever you like," he said.
"Hired,"
Eric said, and turned to walk a few paces. He stopped and turned back.
"One more thing," he said. "You never go near any of the children, you
understand?"
Four years passed. Mildred and Hope were born to the growing family.
Becky
led Eric to the bench in the front yard. She had arranged with Helen to
watch the children so they wouldn't be interrupted.
She had something to confess to Eric, a confession she dreaded
profoundly.
"Eric," she said, growing pale.
"My
monthly is late," she said, unable to meet his eyes. She and Eric had
not been trying to make a baby. "I don't know for sure, but I wanted to
tell you right away."
"Cyrus, I assume?"
"Yeah, he's the only other man I've had since ... Walter. You knew
that, right?"
"I knew that's what you said, but thought I'd check again."
Eric
sighed and took a really good look at his wife Becky, pale and
miserable before him. He didn't really look at people and think about
big things as much as he should.
He had loved Becky since the
second grade, and he had thought marrying her would be a dream come
true. And it was, in a lot of ways. She was beautiful, a good
companion, a hard worker, and he always found himself laughing or
smiling when she was around.
True, he didn't find her sexually
attractive, but that wasn't her fault. That would have happened with
any woman. He was just made kind of funny -- God's joke, maybe. And
Becky had not left him in horror when she discovered that it was little
girl bodies that turned him on. She had gotten him a young girl to make
him happy -- though it was to make herself happy too. Still, it had
shown flexibility and creativity on her part. Later, she had blessed
his sexual relationship with young Helen. That blessing was given under
great pressure, though, because it followed Eric's being open-minded
too.
He had caught his wife in the hayloft in the passionate
embrace of another man -- the guy was embracing her butt, actually.
Eric had not freaked out. He had realized that his need to make love to
his wife in the dark while thinking about someone else wasn't really
fair to her. He could easily have demanded her fidelity. But in an act
of love, he had allowed her to continue seeing her man. When that man
had to leave -- he felt anger rising in his blood once more as he
recalled the circumstances -- he had helped her find a new one.
Part
of the deal was that she would save herself for Eric when it was time
for procreating. If you looked at Mildred and Hope next to him it was
apparent that the plan had worked -- you could see the resemblance. But
this time it hadn't worked.
Eric had known he was taking a risk.
If he really didn't want his wife getting pregnant with other men's
children, he certainly shouldn't condone her sleeping with them!
Another
of Becky's virtues was honesty. True, she had cheated with Walter, but
he thought that was the last time she had kept an important secret.
Here she was revealing a pregnancy when it was early and might just go
away by itself.
Eric put his arm around her. "When a man and a
gorgeous woman like you are rutting away, that kind of thing is going
to happen sooner or later, right? Even if you try to be careful?"
Becky gave a faint nod but didn't look up. "What are you going to do,
Eric?"
"What can we do? You'll have Cyrus's baby and we'll raise him. Maybe I
can cut Cyrus's pay if we're raising his kid."
Becky
looked up and anger flashed briefly across her face before she saw he
was grinning. He was just making a joke, not really putting a few
dollars in the same league with matters of such importance as whose
child she was carrying.
"But after this one pops out, let's try to make another of our own, OK?"
Becky smiled and threw her arms around him. "Yes, of course, yes!" she
said. "As many as we can!"
Samson
was born eight months later. He looked more like Cyrus than Eric, but
not so much that an outsider could say anything definite.
Helen kept Eric fully satisfied. As she grew she took a more active
role in suggesting new things.
She
got on her hands and knees and stuck her little butt up at Eric. He saw
her lips upside down, all the more alluring as they contrasted with the
anus above them. He spurted his seed on her back.
While lying on
her back she held herself up off the mattress, hands beneath her hips
to press her pussy out towards him. She thrust her hips up and down.
Eric loved that.
One day not long after Samson was born, she was
kneeling above Eric as he lay flat on his back. Her legs were spread
wide so he could admire her pussy, and she wanked away on his cock.
Suddenly he stopped her. "What's going on up on your chest?" he asked.
Helen shrugged. "It's been itching," she said.
"Your nipple's getting bigger, and there's a little flab there. I think
you're growing breasts!"
"Oh, not yet," she said, oblivious to what was plainly happening to her
body.
But he wouldn't be deterred and took an intermission to caress them,
squeeze them gently, then lick and suck.
But
then they returned to their former position, and with Helen's expert
rubbing he shot his load of cum onto his own chest. She then knelt over
him and used her own finger to paint her labia with his sticky white
seed. She had to make sure not to press in at all to deform her labia,
because he really didn't like that.
One
day as Eric looked at Helen's gorgeous, heavenly lower lips he spotted
a hair. It was unlike the tiny, fine sparse hair that had always been
there. This was a real hair. He rubbed and appreciated and spurted as
always, ignoring the one interloper.
Soon there were three
hairs, then dozens. Eric felt dissatisfaction stir. He knew what was
happening, though he didn't want to admit it. Her breasts were
unmistakable by this point. She was going into puberty, and her pussy
was affected too.
But when he stroked his finger down one of her
lips and it felt hairy instead of smooth, in his innards something was
wrong. He started having trouble with his erection.
"You're not doing it right!" he said, as she wanked away steadily.
"Sorry, how can I do it better?"
"I don't know -- you used to do it better!"
"Here,
take it in your mouth," he said. He had heard that sometimes
prostitutes did that. He always thought it must be humiliating for the
girl and never would have dreamt of it up until that moment.
"But..." she said, with obvious distaste.
"Do it!" he said.
So
she did, sliding her lips tentatively over his prong. It felt very
naughty to him, and the sensations were magnificent. He had to admit
that he liked the idea of Helen feeling humiliated. Her wet mouth
hardened him up very nicely. When his pleasure was at a full boil, he
nudged her head off his cock and with a few frantic strokes shot his
sperm onto his chest.
As
Helen stripped he took a look at her fuzzy pussy lips and felt
downright angry. His cock did not rise. He flopped onto his back.
"Suck
it!" he ordered, and Helen dutifully slid her mouth up and down. He was
still angry, thinking of her hairy pussy, and his erection wasn't
rising fast. Then he had an idea that excited him and got the blood
pulsing his cock to its erect state. As she sucked and the pleasure
built, he kept quieter than usual. He felt his climax coming and then
grasped Helen's head, holding it over his cock as he felt himself spurt
up into her. Helen jumped and sputtered, then tried to take her head
away, but Eric held it in place. She managed to get her mouth open and
spit the stuff out onto Eric.
"That's awful!" she said, looking at him reproachfully.
When
he had recovered from his orgasm, he stretched. He found her nightshirt
and used it to sop up his cum. Donning his own, he just looked at her
coldly and shrugged as he left for the comfort of his wife.
"Leave
your gown on," he said. "You're all just hairy anyway. Now suck it!" he
ordered, lying on his back, hands behind his head.
Helen
dutifully sucked his limp dick. Slowly it came to life. As it got hard
and her mouth slurped up and down, he said, "This time you're going to
swallow it, all of it!"
"Mr. Olson!" she said, taking her head off a moment. "It's gross!"
"You're going to do it anyway," he said in a low, threatening tone.
Helen's face teared up as she engulfed his cock once more. Her sucking
didn't seem very inspired.
"Oh,
for Christ's sake!" he grumbled, and in a moment he had pushed her onto
her back and he was kneeling above her and had his cock in her mouth.
This time he held her head and thrust in and out.
"Squeeze it with your mouth, lick it!" he ordered.
Helen looked up, frightened.
Eric
was angry, so he began thrusting, and found a hole to thrust into: her
throat. She started gagging. All the better, he thought. His climax was
upon him quickly, and he held his cock deep as he shot his precious
sperm down her throat.
She made retching noises and tried to
shake loose, but he was too strong. When he felt that he had shot the
last of his goop down her throat, he slid off. What exquisite
humiliation.
Helen gasped and gurgled and coughed for some time,
finally regaining control of her breath. Cum and spit and mucus dripped
around her mouth and throat and chest.
"Swallow all my sperm!" he ordered, pointing.
Helen
looked incredulous, but fighting back tears, she collected some on her
finger and then licked and swallowed, making faces. She repeated until
it was all cleaned up.
Eric looked at her then, in her
nightshirt, breasts bulging out, face scrunched up in tears, hair dull
and all askew. Hidden away between her legs were her nether lips, once
smooth and delicate and perfect, now hairy and hideous -- ruined.
"Bitch!" he said, as he yanked his nightshirt back on and stormed out.
"Ma,
it's Helen!" shouted John as her twin stumbled down the lane. The
humiliated girl had left at first light and covered the five miles to
town as quickly as she could, running when she could, walking when her
breath gave out.
"Oh, gee, it's Miss Fancy Pants," sneered
Arthur, a young teen now, gaunt and ragged as ever. The Connors had
invited Helen to come home to visit over the years, but she had
refused, and her family resented it.
Ma stumbled out of the hut.
"You all upset because your dress is ripped?" said John sarcastically,
following his big brother's lead.
"Back in the house, all of you!" Ma bellowed, to Arthur and John and
Faith, who had just appeared in the doorway.
Ma
led Helen out back past the privy to a weedy patch covering the hole
that had been the privy until a few months ago. It was the best she
could do for privacy. "You're looking good, dear! You've grown big and
strong and pretty. Except for now. What happened, honey?"
"He made me do awful things, then called me a bitch!"
"What awful things?"
"Dirty things, with his, you know, penis!"
Ma
knew that when a servant girl got to looking like a young woman, it was
hard for the master to keep his hands off her. A very old tale.
"Oh, like putting it between your legs?"
"No, in my mouth! He nearly choked me with it!"
"How long has this been going on?" Ma asked.
"Just the past couple weeks. I can't go back!"
"Don't be so hasty about that. That dollar fifty that Mr. Olson drops
by every week is a lot of what we live on."
"But
I'm going to die if he keeps doing that -- I couldn't breathe! And he
was so mad, I'm afraid he's going to start hitting me!"
"Has he tried to put it between your legs? It fits a lot better there,
and that usually keeps a man happy."
"Between my legs? He won't even look at me any more down there!"
"What do you mean?"
"He doesn't want to see now that I've ... I've got hair there."
"Wait. He doesn't want to see now, but he used to?"
"Oh God, yes. He's been staring at me down there and rubbing it ever
since I got there, way back when!"
"Oh, I see," said Ma, smoldering. "So he's been hurting you all these
years?"
"He
never hurt me until just now. He'd just look at my pussy, then leave.
Then after a while he took his penis out, it was all hard and he'd
spurt
on himself. Then he started spurting on me. And then painting it all
over my bare lips. It was weird, but he never hurt me. Not at all. In
fact, it was like he worshiped me, in a weird way. And... and I felt
special. Was that bad of me?"
"No, sweetheart, not at all.
You've been a good girl." So it wasn't Mrs. Olson who had wanted the
company of a four-year-old, it was Mr. Olson! All those years, a
perverted soul abusing her daughter. It was against God's law, and he
could be in a lot of trouble if this got out. But then she knew how the
world worked. It would be hard to prove. And it was no good for a poor
woman to make an enemy of a prosperous farmer.
And then there
was that dollar fifty a week, which was no small matter. And there were
those other things Mr. Olson brought. Just this past winter it had been
an entire quarter of a pig. Mr. Olson somehow just couldn't make use of
it, he said. That was when they all gorged themselves back to some
measure of health and kept hunger away for a few weeks.
"Helen,
my girl, the first thing is to never, ever tell another soul about
this, OK? Not your brothers -- nobody. Do you think Mrs. Olson knows?"
"Yeah, she's been there sometimes when we do it. Telling me it's OK.
Not lately -- back when he was nice to me."
So the woman was in on it too.
"Start from the beginning, and tell me everything," she said.
After
Helen had told her the story, Ma said, "Let me make sure I've got this
straight. He thinks labia are just perfect, but he never wanted you to
open up to show what was inside? And he said that it was because it
wasn't ready yet?"
"Yeah, that's right."
"I've got an
idea. Hope it works, because it will make earning that dollar fifty
feel a lot better." She smiled. "Might even make it downright fun."
"Do you want to leave? Maybe that wouldn't be so bad."
Helen
wanted to steer the conversation away from that line of thinking. Her
Ma needed the dollar fifty, and she didn't want to live with her
jealous, spiteful siblings. "And besides, it's not like I've been just
any servant, right?" she said, pointedly.
"Yeah," sighed Eric. "I ... I wasn't very nice to you, Helen. I
apologize."
"Thank you, Mr. Olson."
Eric decided this girl had gotten some pluck. Good for her.
"Mr. Olson, could you come to my bedroom this evening?"
Eric took a deep breath and knocked on Helen's door.
"Come in," said a small voice.
He
came in with the lamp, and there was Helen, but she looked younger
somehow. Something about the way she smiled. He realized he couldn't
see her breasts so well, either, then thought he could see a cloth
under her nightgown wrapped tightly around her.
"Mr. Olson," she
said in a small voice. "I'm going to show you something you don't
really want to see. I've got hair on my labia. But it won't hurt just
to look, right?"
Eric nodded.
Helen took a deep breath.
Her mother had coached her for a long time, teaching her all kinds of
ideas and expressions that were foreign to her. She hoped she could
make it all come out OK.
Helen pulled her nightshirt up to expose herself, then cupped her right
hand over her labia to hide them from his view.
"All
these years you've said they were so perfect. And you never wanted me
to open them up to show you what was inside. And you said it was
because what was inside wasn't any of your business, it wasn't ready
yet. That was very kind of you, Mr. Olson. Because what was inside
wasn't ready then and I'm very glad you left it alone."
Eric smiled and nodded.
"But
now I want to show you something. While you were patiently adoring my
little smooth labia, things were happening inside. The labia aren't
smooth any more, but what was hiding inside has grown up. Watch
closely," she said.
Using index and middle finger, she placed her hands on her labia.
"Now look at the little slit -- look at the crack."
Very slowly, half a millimeter at a time, she spread the lips.
Part of Eric wanted to order her to stop. She was showing him what he
had never wanted to see. But it was all different anyway.
The
skin from each side that met to form her slit was gradually pulling
back. Ever so slowly the slit deepened, and the new skin coming into
view was not hairy at all. At first it was just smooth skin, but as
Helen kept opening, what started showing wasn't just a slit getting
deeper. Here there were entirely new things. There was another set of
lips, darker and better defined. Helen gracefully slid her fingers
inside to rest on the skin that was just outside those lips, then she
resumed pulling open, a millimeter at a time.
What opened now
was dark and wet, a little like the inside of a mouth. He had seen this
part of Becky very briefly now and then but he had been trying not to
look. Now he studied Helen's carefully.
What he saw was wet
because Helen had been rubbing herself between the legs for a half
hour, once again following her mother's instruction. Who would have
thought it would feel so good!
As she kept opening, a little
membrane came into view, a little paler than the rest. Still Helen
opened wider, stretching the membrane but showing underneath how the
wet skin just kept separating, promising more skin within to separate
further.
"This is the real thing," Helen whispered. "No hair
here. The hair outside is kind of a sign now that says, 'Don't stop
here, keep going.' Now the inside here is hairless, and it's also wet
and ready. And you know what it's ready for, right?"
Eric gulped and nodded. His cock had throbbed to life. He was seeing
Helen in an entirely new light.
"I'm
ready and it's ready for a man, for the very first time. It's ready for
your manhood, and it will be ready from now on, whenever you want to
get into me. No one else can ever look at it; it's only for you. Do you
want it now?"
Eric was mesmerized. He nodded and took off his
robe. He lowered himself onto his Helen. She shifted to holding herself
open with just one hand, and with the other she gently guided his cock
to her opening.
"It's going to hurt me, this once," she said. "I
want it to hurt -- at least a little. It's part of being a woman, and I
don't want to miss it. Once you get my maidenhead ripped out of the
way, you can go in more and keep opening it up. We won't be able to see
it open, we'll just feel it open. OK?"
Eric nodded. It was
inevitable, and it was wonderful. He pressed his cock and Helen winced,
but while her skin pressed in it did not budge. He pressed a little
harder, and she winced again. He looked at her with concern, but she
said, "Really hard, OK? Don't worry about me!"
Eric felt a surge
of primitive lust, then gave a huge thrust. Helen yelped, then gave one
sob. "Keep going!" she said. He kept thrusting, feeling her inner slit
gliding open before him. He was now in her deep! Then he started
thrusting in and out, slowly and calmly. In contrast to all his times
with Becky, he wasn't desperately trying to keep the image of a little
girl's smooth labia in mind. He wasn't trying to be quick, hoping to
come before his erection softened. It was in some ways like he was
losing his virginity along with her. Now he didn't need to hold some
image in his mind -- he could just look at the sexy girl below him in
all her glory.
Helen smiled, "Now you can do what a man does inside a girl's pussy --
please?"
How
did she know to feed his lusty animal so perfectly? Eric shoved harder
on his instroke, instinctively wanting to open her up as far as she
could be opened, to push the envelope. Helen winced. His compassionate
part believed that she saw it as a milestone and that she didn't mind
if it hurt. But that part of him was very dim at the moment. He was a
strong male in the prime of life, he was mating, and he didn't give a
damn whether it hurt her or not.
He began a frenzy of long, fast
strokes, lunging in as far as he could each time, stopped only by the
bumping of their pubic bones. Her hot and tight tube massaged him. He
enjoyed the sensation as never before in his life. His pleasure built
exquisitely, and he felt himself on the edge. He lunged, and his sperm
rocketed into his girl, deep inside.
For years he had been spurting his sperm onto her belly, or painting it
on her labia. Not now.
She
was right. The mysterious female parts had grown within those
protective labia, and now the innards were ready, like butterfly from
chrysalis. They were ready for the rude insertion of Eric's long, thick
cock. And they were ready and eager for his flood of sperm -- inside
the girl, way up inside. Not on her stomach, nor painted daintily onto
her outer lips. Up where it belonged for creating new life within the
girl.
Eric flopped off of her, awash in pleasure and feeling a sense of
profound rightness. Helen turned to snuggle against his side.
"Mr. Olson?"
Eric
thought. He felt differently about her after what she had just done,
after she had transformed how he looked at her. "You should call me
Eric now."
Helen smiled. "'Eric'. I like the sound of that. Eric?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you for doing it to me. The grown up way. For real."
"Thank you for helping me to see how things had changed."
They lay quietly for a few minutes.
Eric
had found Becky too much of a mature woman to really excite him --
large breasts, a thick bush of pubic hair, and wide hips. He had adored
little girls' labia. But even though Helen wasn't a little girl any
more, even though her labia were hairy, he hungered after her sexually
-- every part of her. He felt his cock rising again. Helen noticed.
Helen whispered, "Eric, if you feel like doing it to me again, I would
love it."
"Really? Doesn't it hurt?"
"I don't care. It doesn't hurt so bad, and I want it anyway -- only if
you want, though."
Eric
needed no further encouragement. He rolled Helen onto her back, she
guided his probing cock inside her pussy once more, and they slid
together. Her pussy was still opened up for him, stretched and hot and
wet, and he glided in easily. She smiled sweetly and caressed his face,
and his body rapidly built to orgasm. He dumped another load up in her
pussy, with a gentle glow of orgasm.
They drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.
She
felt his hard cock in the morning and encouraged him to take her again.
Now, sex was for bedtime -- that was his view. Doing it any other time
of day wasn't right, it was too hedonistic and undisciplined. But that
morning he couldn't resist. He plowed her deep and hard.
He slid into her bed every night, and every night she encouraged him to
have his pleasure with her. Every night he did.
When
his lust shaded from frantic down to merely intense, he started kissing
and fondling and appreciating every inch of her adolescent body.
He
had just finished licking her ear and her cheek when he saw Helen purse
her lips slightly towards him. Sensing a possible invitation, he
briefly touched her lips. She shivered and eagerly kissed him back.
They kissed for ten minutes. He realized it was another layer of
intimacy for them. In some ways it was more intimate than sex itself.
As
he mounted her and drove into her pussy, he could see her own desire
burn. The kissing had unlocked something in her. As he stroked, he saw
her breath pick up, felt an occasional twitch from her pussy, and in
response to some deep, fast thrusts she locked eyes with him, a look of
wonder came over her, and then she yelled and her eyes lost focus.
Eric
grinned at her as he kept pumping, and she smiled back weakly. It was
so sweet that his young lover had had her first orgasm. But it focused
him on finishing the copulation and jamming another dose of semen up
into his happy and relaxed girl.
"That's what it feels like every time you 'get happy' and shoot your
sperm?"
Eric nodded.
"No wonder you want it so much!"
Eric nodded again.
Eric
had started loving her from the time she was a young girl. But
physically, up to that point, they both had seen her role as giving him
sexual pleasure. Now it shifted. She wanted his cock inside her as much
as he wanted to put it there. They slept together most nights.
Becky wasn't thrilled about Eric and Helen, but then she had her own
lover Cyrus.
After
Eric and Helen's passion cooled a little, Eric alternated nights
between his wife and Helen. He still did his duty of impregnating his
wife when she wanted another child -- and at other times, just to honor
and preserve the bond between them.
Becky and Eric had been
making babies. Now Helen also wanted a baby, and Eric desperately
wanted to give her one. Their sexual joy took on an extra dimension as
they imagined each time that Eric might be impregnating her. They made
sure that he regularly seeded her during the middle of each cycle. But
Helen was still young, so it took three years before she finally
conceived.
The news for public consumption was that Helen had
had an unwise liaison with some unnamed party, and Eric and Becky were
magnanimous to let her stay with them and raise the baby there.
Helen
gradually developed from a girl into a full woman, with her own
breasts, hips, and bushy pubic hair. But something changed in Eric as
he saw the transformation happen gradually. Becky had first appeared in
her nakedness as far different from the girl he had known, and it was a
shock. He got to watch Helen go through the changes slowly, and that
made him feel better about the final result. Now he found both Helen
and his wife Becky somewhat attractive. Their fully mature bodies
weren't exactly to his taste, but they weren't gross either. He could
screw them without feeling repulsed. He could look appreciatively at
their substantial thighs, hips, and breasts. He could maintain an
erection and bring them both to orgasm. He couldn't usually come
himself, though.
But Helen knew what to do.
"Emma, you're a big girl now."
The four-year-old smiled with pride.
"Mr.
Olson thinks you are very pretty, and he wants to see all of you. So
could you surprise him by hitching your nightgown up and spreading your
legs when he comes in?"
Emma liked the idea of a surprise to make Mr. Olson happy.
"Come on in, Eric," Helen called.
"Hi, Emma. how are you?"
"I'm fine -- surprise!"
Eric
felt a little dizzy as he saw his daughter's nightgown suddenly rise
and saw her spread her legs wide to display her smooth, perfect labia.
He stared, then turned to Helen with a big smile and kissed her.
Helen addressed Emma again. "Wouldn't it be exciting if he touched you
there?"
Emma smiled.
Eric approached and extended his hand to gently cup the perfection.
Helen could see Eric's lust and see the bulge in his pants.
"OK, Emma, dear, thanks!"
"Yes, thank you, Emma, so much!" Eric whispered.
Helen
led Eric to her bedroom, and within a minute he had buried his
rock-hard prong in his lover. Her pleasure built with his, and Helen
convulsed with orgasm just as he did. They both hoped he might make her
pregnant once more.
As they lay intertwined, Eric asked, "So you had Emma show me her
little parts?"
"Indeed."
"So you think it isn't ... bad for her?"
"I grew up that way, remember?" she asked, teasing.
"Oh,
I remember, all right!" said Eric, lust tinging his voice. "So when it
was all said and done, you don't think what I did was bad for you?"
"No -- you were always so -- respectful," she said, giving him a
squeeze. "If it was going to bother Emma I could tell."
Becky
heard the news. Eager to get her share of her husband, she drafted one
of her own daughters. She easily convinced her six-year-old Mabel to
bare her perfect, bare little pussy lips for her daddy too when Becky
wanted his attentions.
Becky
bore eleven of his children -- well, ten if you excluded Cyrus's. Helen
converted his little inner sperm kisses into five, and was heavy with
her sixth.
Eric's sons grew into their strength and took over
most of the physical labor on the farm, leaving Eric with mostly a
supervisory role.
Helen was scrubbing pots at 2pm when she felt Eric sidle up beside her
and put his arm around her waist.
She looked at him and saw that haunted, horny look.
"In the afternoon?" she asked. Sex was for the evenings, a view Eric
held more strongly than anyone. "Let me finish this pot."
Eric tapped her and shook his head, "Now, please?"
Helen
smiled at her lover; he was such a sweet man. So she led him to her
bedchamber, hitched up her skirts, and he quickly massaged her between
the legs. She wanted this to be just for him -- his lust didn't seem
like it could wait for her to warm up fully. So after half a minute,
when she was just wet enough, she nodded, and he slid in. His mind was
somewhere else -- one of the little girls, no doubt. But his cock was
hard, and she enjoyed the closeness as he quickly built up to doing
what a man does in a woman's pussy. He rolled off with a moan and a hug.
"What happened?" she asked.
"Rachel," he said.
"And what did young Rachel do?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye.
"Your
five-year-old daughter was lazing on the sofa with her hand up under
her dress. I think she had found something up there that felt good."
Helen and Eric smiled at each other.
"I
pretended I hadn't seen, but she knew I had. So the little hussy
launched herself into my arms with legs spread wide and wrapped her
legs around my back. Her pussy lips were right on my shirt! She giggled
and wiggled around."
Helen tried to hide her smirk, then laughed out loud. "You poor, poor
man!" she said, kissing him.
Helen
resolved to tell all the girls not to excite Mr. Olson during the day,
though it was kind of fun to see the sober farmer come unhinged and beg
to break his own prohibition on daytime sex.
Becky
was exasperated. They had been over this ground before. "We're doing
very well, aren't we? Why can't we afford some really nice clothes for
the girls?"
"You know how it is. Once you start spending on one
thing, then there will be some other luxury, then another. It's
frugality that got us where we are."
Becky had an idea. She didn't like to be devious, but she felt her
cause was entirely just.
"OK, see you later," Eric replied as he sat in the armchair in the
living room, reading a journal on new farming techniques.
"Hi,
Dad!" said eight-year-old Hannah, bouncing in. She matter-of-factly
hitched up her skirt and sat on her daddy's lap, legs spread wide and
facing him.
"Hannah!" he said.
"Don't you like me?" the girl pouted.
"Of course, but ... "
Hannah
started bouncing up and down like a younger child. Her little pussy
lips bounced up and down with her. She could see that Eric was
transfixed. She leaned over and giggled, then gave him a big kiss on
one cheek. Then she held herself up on her knees, so her little pussy
was a foot from his face.
"They're so soft and perfect. Wouldn't you like to touch them?"
He
nodded, looking vague in a horny sort of way. He could barely think of
anything other than the delicate rounded pussy lips in front of him.
"Daddy, you can touch me there, but only on one condition."
"Mmmmmm?" Eric said.
"Can Mommy buy the cloth for the new dresses?"
Part
of Eric was surprised to realize what she was doing. Devious! But that
part was very weak at the moment. The part that ruled his mind was the
lusty part contemplating those labia in front of him, and that part
nodded.
"Promise?"
He nodded.
Hannah pushed her
labia forward at him, and he cupped the little pair of divine flaps.
The perfection was stunning. She had gotten the promise she wanted, but
she patiently let him cup her privates. But in under a minute he was
nudging her off of him. He hurried in to Becky to unburden himself of
his seed that so desperately needed release.
Eric
had slept a little late. Now he awoke to a fine May morning with the
breeze blowing through the open window and the rising sun giving all a
pleasant orange glow. He was alone in bed, and he wondered where Helen
had gone. Perfect weather was rare, and he tried to stop to enjoy it
when he could. He reflected that his family was large and still
growing, all were healthy, and the farm made money as never before.
His
reverie was broken when the door opened. Four girls crept in, all naked
and smiling. Before he could protest, they had gotten his nightshirt
off of him.
Little Sarah was just two and didn't understand so
much what was going on, but the others sat her on the bed facing Eric
with legs spread wide apart. Five-year-old Rachel sat on his other
side, kneeling with legs apart. She took his right hand and gently
stroked it, gradually moving it towards her pussy, turning it palm up.
She guided his hand to stroke his index finger along her soft labia.
His
cock had gotten hard rapidly, and all four of them noticed it and
giggled. Ten-year-old Elizabeth straddled him. Her fat little labia
were of course bigger than the other girls, but still perfect with no
trace of hair. To his astonishment, she lowered herself with legs
spread wide and he saw her kiss those sweet labia right against the
underside of his cock, then glide back and forth with the lightest
touch of sweet friction.
Eight-year-old Hannah straddled his
head and gradually lowered herself towards his mouth. "Can you kiss me,
Daddy, kiss me down there?"
Eric was dimly aware that this whole
scene was just not right -- these were his daughters! But the awareness
was dim. As the perfect protecting flaps of girlhood reached his lips,
he kissed them while he smelled the ambrosia of little girl crotch.
He groped out with his left hand and slid a hand up in the inside of
Sarah's thigh. She giggled.
"Now can you lick me, Daddy, please?" begged Hannah.
In
a dream, Eric licked his tongue up and down Hannah's slit, amazed to
see it glisten with his saliva. It compressed just a little under his
tongue strokes, the skin parting a tiny bit more to open her slit just
a little. She leaned over to whisper, "You can lick inside if you want.
It's OK."
Eric shook his head just a little and kept licking just as he was. He
had no business inside a little girl's labia.
His
left hand just brushed against Sarah's pussy lips as his hand rested on
the inside of her sweet thigh. Rachel's hand kept moving his finger
over her little labia again and again, stroking. Down below, Elizabeth
had moved up a bit so her tender, smooth lips were rubbing back and
forth closer to the end of his cock, reaching the tip at each stroke,
tickling his pleasure, making him crave release. His tongue kept
licking Hannah's slit.
Hannah cooed, "Yes, Daddy. That feels so good. Mmmmmm."
The
pleasure was intoxicating with this bevy of girlhood all around, four
sets of perfect labia touching him. His hands touched two, Rachel's
were on his face, and Elizabeth's were rapidly exciting his cock
towards orgasm.
"Daddy," Hannah asked. "Can you buy us those two riding ponies?"
These little conniving lasses! "No!" he managed weakly.
Instantly
Rachel took his fingers away from her labia. Hannah backed away so her
pussy was still in sight but out of reach of his tongue. Worst of all,
Elizabeth's pussy lips rose so his cock was alone in mid-air, twitching
in the vain hope of finding those delicious lips again. It was
excruciating.
"Oh, you sneaky girls," he moaned. "Yes, yes, you can have the ponies!"
Rachel
stroked his right hand right along her slit again, Hannah's glistening
lips eased down so he could lick again, and he took a deep breath of
her heavenly odor. Down below, he could feel Elizabeth's soft, smooth
pussy lips descend on him, brushing back and forth over the whole
length of his cock, but soon focusing on the end. They rubbed all the
way over his tip. He started moaning, the pleasure sublime. His tongue
lazed against Hannah's slit, not moving. The tip of his cock swelled,
and Elizabeth rubbed herself back and forth right over it.
Eric
convulsed. His cock fired whitish semen right onto Elizabeth's lips.
She kept rubbing back and forth quickly, gently, as the sudden
lubrication increased his pleasure. He fired again, his natural twitch
pressing up against her to increase his pleasure more. He kept firing
over and over and over again, moaning.
When his pleasure was
spent, Elizabeth backed off and said to the other, "Look -- look what
he did for us?" as Hannah moved aside.
"Oh, thanks, Daddy!" she said.
"Yeah, thanks so much!" Rachel said.
"Tanks," piped up Sarah.
Elizabeth's
pussy lips were already glistening with the stuff he had surged onto
her directly. Rachel and Hannah eagerly dug into the big puddle of seed
on his stomach and painted their own pussy lips with the thick, sticky
stuff. Elizabeth reached over to pat some on Sarah's lips too, and she
smiled. There was more left over, so they painted a little on to all
eight of their little nipples, then poked a little on their nose. The
three big girls took a taste and smacked their lips.
"You're
such a good daddy!" said Elizabeth, and then all four girls piled onto
him in a wriggling, giggling mass, soft girl flesh rubbing him
everywhere. Sticky labia slid against him now and then, while four mops
of hair brushed against him. The odor of sperm and little girls wafted
to his nose.
The giggling died down and they settled in.
"We love you, Daddy," said Rachel.
Three sets of lips smacked against him where those three heads had
ended up.
He heard some footsteps and the door opening again, though his head was
too covered with girl for him to see anything.
"Oh, my!" said Helen's voice. "Looks like you girls took my advice!"
"Oh, my!" said Becky's. "I bet he promised you the ponies!"
The two women laughed, then all the girls joined in, and then Eric
himself.
He
was going to get them the ponies anyway. What else could he pretend to
be unreasonable about to merit more treatment like this! Hmmmmm.