Jim
drove his pink van slowly through the streets. It was a working class
area of an average small American city. On this warm Saturday afternoon
in July, there were people out and about. Children played in the
streets. Adults sat on stoops chatting. A number of people noticed the
van and pointed it out to the others.
He chose a spot to park on
a road that ran between a playground and some public green space that
adjoined a stream. He opened the side door of the van and sat in the
open doorway, enjoying the spring afternoon. Painted in prominent
letters on both sides and the back of the van was "Love For Girls --
Free". He didn't have long to wait.
A worn-looking woman
approached, towing a girl by the hand. She looked to be about six. She
was frowning and looked like she had been frowning for a long time.
The mother stopped in front of him, not bothering to look at the official girl-love license on the dashboard.
"Hi, my name's Jim," he said, extending his hand. "And who might we have here?"
"Tell
him. Tell him your name," said the mother in a tired voice." After a
few seconds she said, "Mary. Her name is Mary. I try, Jim, I really do.
But it's hard..."
"No excuses needed."
"Mary," said the mother squatting beside her. "Jim really loves little girls. I bet you'll like playing with him."
Mary pouted, shook her head, looked at the ground and stamped her foot.
"Hi, Mary," said Jim in a soft voice. "You look wonderful. I saw those blue eyes of yours. Can I see them again?"
Mary looked up briefly, defiant, before looking back down quickly.
"Oh, my! They are just gorgeous. And your face! Not to mention the rest of you. Look at those perfect little hands!"
Jim caught the hint of a smile before the girl resumed her frown.
"Can
I see that hand of yours?" He reached out slowly and Mary lifted her
right hand a few inches in his direction, while still gripping her
mother's with her left.
Jim gently took it and lifted it,
smiling with unfeigned delight. He carefully looked over each finger,
each knuckle, before turning it over as if it was a priceless work of
art. He gently stroked each finger with his. "Oh, my! Would you mind if
I kissed it? I'd love to kiss your hand."
Mary wasn't trying to hide her smile any more. She didn't look up, but she didn't pull her hand back.
Jim raised the hand to his lips and kissed the back of it, giving a brief sigh of delight.
At
that Mary looked up and smiled at him openly. She had straight brown
shoulder-length hair and her big blue eyes were set in a round face.
Was she in fact the most beautiful girl in the world? Probably not, if
you let loose the scientists to measure everything. But at the moment
she was, to him, the most beautiful girl in the world.
"So," said her mother gently. "Do you think you'd like to spend some time with Jim?"
Mary looked up at her mother and back at Jim and gave an enthusiastic nod.
"Wonderful! I'll be back in an hour, OK, sweetie?"
By
now more people had gathered at a respectful distance. There was a
father with an impassive 8-year-old by his side, and a pair of girls
who looked just a bit younger. A teenaged boy approached with a girl
who was obviously his little sister, talking at some volume.
Mary turned and looked at them and back at Jim questioningly.
"They'd all like a turn at being loved too," he said. "But the next hour is just for me and you. You want to come inside?"
Mary
nodded and clambered into the van after him, and he shut the door
behind them. There was a translucent skylight but no windows. A curtain
shielded the back of the van from the seats up front. The back was
dominated by a bed, with a narrow aisle on the right and both ends.
Mary sat on the bed and Jim sat to her right.
He took her hand again and stroked it softly.
"So, tell me, Mary, why were you frowning when your mother brought you here."
"I wanna go to the zoo, and she said 'no'. She always says 'no'."
"Oh, dear. You like the zoo a lot?"
"Yeah! The penguins are my favorite!"
"Does your mommy work a lot?"
"All the time! I stay with Mrs. Smith and her kids when she's working and they're mean to me."
"Oh! How so?"
"They say I'm just a dumb baby and laugh at me all the time."
"Oh! No one should ever treat you like that. A wonderful girl like you!"
"Yeah! Well, just yesterday I wanted to play house, and they..."
The floodgates opened, and Mary talked on and on. Jim listened sympathetically, throwing in a supportive comment now and then.
He
also took Mary's other hand and stroked it too, kissing every
fingertip. He gently turned her face towards him and spent minutes just
gazing at it lovingly while stroking her hair. He drew the back of his
hand down her cheek.
He interrupted her to say, "Do you mind I'm touching you like this? I just think you are so wonderful in every way."
"No, it feels nice," she said with a smile, and went back to telling her troubles.
Jim
brushed his hands lightly over Mary's forearms and upper arms, slowly
and carefully. Then he rested a hand on her back, over her dress, and
began stroking, then rubbing. He relished the feel of her firm, lean
and warm body through the fabric. As he rubbed he slowly moved his lips
towards her head and kissed her gently on the ear.
Mary stopped talking for a moment and smiled at him.
"If you lie down on your tummy I could give you a real back rub."
"OK!" said Mary. Leaving her sandals on the floor, she flopped onto the bed face down.
Jim
sat gently on her calves and began working his hands over her back,
feeling her spine, rubbing the muscles on each side carefully,
proceeding from top to bottom.
"I could do it better if you took your dress off," he said.
Mary
hesitated but didn't respond to that, so he just kept on as he was.
When he reached the end of her spine, he kept going downward, rubbing
gently her two buttocks through her dress.
Mary stopped talking
and Jim sensed discomfort. He immediately stopped and instead moved
down on the bed to caress her feet. Mary began talking again, and Jim
moved from feet to calves, then from calves to knees. She hadn't put
any effort into modesty when she'd flopped down, and her dress had
ridden more than halfway up her thighs. Jim's hands glided above her
knees and began caressing the flesh of her thighs. As he was halfway up
her inner thighs, Mary flipped over onto her side and said, "My mommy
said I had to keep all my clothes on and you couldn't touch my private
parts."
"Oh, OK! That's fine!" said Jim. He was there to love girls, and that meant loving them no more than they wanted to be loved.
"You want a hug?" he asked.
Mary
nodded enthusiastically. As Jim sat on the bed she approached him and
leaned against his side. They put their arms around each other but that
didn't make a real hug. Mary stood up and Jim did too -- though he
couldn't straighten up fully in the van. That hug wasn't so great
either, as her chest was pressed against his pelvis. It squished his
bulging erection between them so she couldn't help but feel it. She
broke the hug and looked up at him with a conspiratorial glance. "Is
that your -- your penis?" she whispered.
Jim nodded, and Mary giggled.
"I've got a huggy idea I think will work," he said, and sat on the edge of the bed. "You sit on my lap here crosswise..."
When
they were in position she leaned in so their fronts touched fully and
she squeezed. He squeezed back gently. After a minute of silence she
began sniffling, but stopped herself.
"Sorry," she said. "I'm a big girl now, so I'm not supposed to be a cry baby."
"It's OK," said Jim softly. "You're safe here and if you want to cry, that's fine with me."
She
looked into his eyes, searching, and apparently felt reassured. She
collapsed again into a half hug as he cradled her. She rested her head
on his shoulder and soon started to cry. Crying turned to sobbing, raw
pain expressed and released. After a minute it subsided again to mere
crying. Jim just held her, rocking her gently. The crying came
intermittently, then subsided to sniffles. After a few minutes, he
realized she was asleep, and he smiled. He continued to hold her.
After several minutes he heard approaching footsteps.
"Mary?" called her mother.
The girl didn't awaken, so Jim gently shifted her in his arms and whispered in her ear, "Mary, time to wake up."
She yawned as Jim released her and stretched. Then her mother called a second time and Mary answered, "I'm here."
"Time to come home."
"OK."
Jim opened the door and emerged as he stretched. Mary soon appeared at his side.
"Did Jim love you like you wanted?"
"Better! Way better!" she said, and tugged on Jim's arm. He let himself be pulled down, and Mary kissed his cheek.
"Oh, that's wonderful!" said her mother. "Say goodbye now."
"Bye!"
"Bye, Mary," said Jim softly, and it was a much happier girl that walked away holding her mother's hand.
A
few people were waiting around and stirred with excitement when Jim and
Mary emerged. There was a group of three who whispered to each other,
the same man and daughter, and one girl waiting by herself.
"Oh, my," said Jim. "Are you all here to be loved?"
The
father pointed to his daughter and nodded, but she looked away. The
three girls giggled and looked down. The solitary girl said nothing.
"Let me say that differently. Is any of you girls not here to be loved?"
There were no denials.
He approached the trio of girls and squatted to be at their height. They all looked to be about nine.
"Who wants a hug?"
"Me!" said one, and he slowly enfolded her in a careful, significant embrace. He was in no hurry.
"Kiss too?" he said.
She
didn't answer but smiled, and he slowly brought their faces together.
She responded to the touch of lips hesitantly, but soon kissed him
back, sliding her lips against his, alternately making a sensuous
contact and breaking it. After a bit she pulled away.
One of the
others was obviously ready and went straight for a kiss, which he was
happy to return. He enfolded her too in a hug, into which he put his
genuine affection. Loving girls was so much fun, and so meaningful. She
gave him a special smile when they broke apart.
The third girl
wouldn't look at him and turned away when offered a kiss, but she clung
to him when he hugged her. After a couple minutes her friends grew
restless, but Jim held the hug without wavering until she finally
pulled back. A closed face opened instantly to a big smile and she
kissed him on the cheek before bolting away laughing, followed closely
by her friends.
Jim looked at the father and raised his
eyebrows. The father said something to his daughter, who shook her
head. The father looked back at Jim and shrugged.
That left the solitary girl, who looked to be about seven.
The girl didn't answer but started walking towards it and climbed in. Jim followed and shut the door behind them.
"Oh, you are so beautiful," he said. "What's your name?"
"Mandy," she said softly.
"Can I hold your hand, Mandy?"
She
didn't object, and he stroked her hand, an amazing creation of nature.
It was a very practical organ, of course, with its four fingers and an
opposable thumb, but the smooth skin, modest size, and the fact that it
was part of a young girl made it very special to him. Her face was even
more remarkable, and he studied it lovingly as he caressed her hand.
She glanced up at him as he regarded her adoringly.
"How old are you?"
"Six."
"Who's looking after you today?"
"Mommy said she'd be back by six. I can tell the numbers on a clock now. She always says that but mostly she doesn't get back."
Jim
waited but she didn't take the opportunity to say more. She paid full
attention as he moved his hands from spot to spot much as he had with
Mary. She was relaxed and smiled now and then. And when he mentioned
that he could give her a better back rub if she took her dress off, she
didn't hesitate a moment before pulling it off.
Now he had face
down on his bed a lithe beauty, naked except for her white panties. Her
light brown hair was halfway down her back, and he reverently caressed
it as he gently tucked it off to one side. The back rub began in
earnest then.
By the time he was halfway down her back, she was smiling, eyes closed, relaxed.
She
didn't object when he gently caressed and then massaged each buttock in
turn. When his hands slid up from her knees and caressed the insides of
her thighs, she spread her legs a bit. When his upward progress reached
her panties, he just curved his hand and held it gently against her
privates.
"I'd love a chance to see your front, too," he said.
She turned on her back and smiled at him.
He
then gently traced his hand over her face, descended to her neck, took
a leisurely detour down the inside of each arm and up the outside, made
some leisurely figure 8s around her nipples, tightening the figure each
time but then shooting off towards her lower parts, leaving the nipples
untouched. Down the outside of her right leg his hand traveled, he
circled her right foot several times before his spread hand glided up
the front of the thigh. The left leg got equal time and attention, and
he reversed his travels until his fingers reached her head once more.
Each ear got several seconds of caressing before his fingers circled
her lips and then very gently caressed them.
He then leaned in
slowly for a kiss, and she responded eagerly, wrapping one arm over his
shoulder while the other hand caressed his neck.
His left hand
was immobilized, but his right made use of its freedom to caress lower
once again. It did not avoid her let nipple this time, but rather
stroked it gently, over and over. But while the girl's lips were
engaged with his, the hand descended to her panties. He explored in
detail each hem that he could reach, tracing the boundary between cloth
and left thigh, cloth and hip, cloth and lower tummy, cloth and cute
little butt. He approached the boundary between cloth and girl crotch
much more slowly. She spread her leg out a bit for better access. He
caressed first exposed flesh, then the cloth of modesty, and then
stroked a half inch of the forbidden flesh under the seam.
Mandy broke the kiss and looked up at him. "You're not supposed to touch me there, you know," she said, but she was smiling.
"Oh, dear," he said, with mock chagrin. "I hoped you wouldn't notice."
She laughed out loud at that.
"Do you mind?" he asked gently.
She shook her head and pulled his head back down to resume the kiss. He had his license, and anything she was OK with was legal.
Now
he kept his fingers on the outside of her panties, but his respect for
her modesty was only apparent. He found her centerline and gently
stroked the cloth up and down, sometimes with a lighter touch,
sometimes more firmly. Periodically she pressed her pelvis upward at
his fingers before relaxing again.
After a bit he returned his
fingers to the hem but did not stop when he was a half inch under the
cloth. He continued with great excitement to caress soft flesh that had
no hint of hair. Only little girls were configured that way down there,
and they didn't realize how very special that made them.
Mandy
wriggled, and Jim drew back. She grabbed one hip of her panties with
each hand and raised her rear end off the bed, but then stopped.
"Do you mind?" she asked.
"Not at all," said Jim, managing with some effort not to laugh.
"They're naughty parts," she said.
"Well,
when I love a girl, I love the whole girl -- every part of her that
wants to be loved. Naughty parts as much as any other -- more in fact."
"OK," she said with a smile, and in a flash removed her final bit of clothing and lay back.
"So there's all of you," Jim said. "So completely perfect."
He
dropped his face towards hers, but instead of the kiss she expected,
she felt the wet of his tongue on her cheek. While she giggled and
squirmed, his right hand once more found the girlish spot between her
legs and gently rubbed, flesh on sensitive flesh.
He licked the
one cheek, then her ear, then her neck. "You're so wonderful, I want to
lick and smell and taste every inch of you!"
Mandy smiled and squirmed playfully.
Jim descended to her chest, and his licks rapidly centered on her left nipple.
"There's nothing there," said Mandy. "I'm just a kid."
"Of
course there's nothing there," Jim said. "I love that there is nothing
there -- except this little nipple. It's just the way you're supposed
to be. Other men will be more excited when you're a big girl and have
breasts, but I think you're perfect -- better this way. Besides, it's
not quite nothing. You pay attention to how it feels."
"Oh...
Oh, yeah," she said after he had returned to the little nub once more.
"Though it's kinda hard to tell, with what you're doing way down
there!" She thrust her hips upwards once.
"Oh, I hoped you wouldn't notice," he said with another smile.
She stuck her tongue out at him. "It's nice but kind of itchy nice."
He stopped. "Is it better when I stop?"
"No..." she said.
"Well,
I have an idea," he said, and gently opened her innocent girl parts
with his index and ring fingers while his middle ever so gently pressed
against her little pleasure organ.
After a minute of the new gentle, consistent rhythm, Mandy closed her eyes and sighed.
"Now, I have another idea," said Jim, kissing his way down her body, past nipples, stomach and the gentle rise to her pubis.
Mandy sat up with alarm when she figured out where he was headed. "But... it's dirty!"
Jim
gently smiled. "Your whole body is special -- your whole self. I think
you'll like it." He regarded her earnestly and stroked her cheek.
"Well, OK," said Mandy, lying back but looking unconvinced.
Jim
thrilled as he brought his face down to the 6-year-old's crotch. Her
legs were spread wide for his attentions, her modest little girl
genitals on display.
He sniffed, he licked the outside parts of
the labia, and sniffed them again, but then very gently spread her
lips, and began kissing and licking anew.
"It is nice!" said Mandy.
He
dipped ever so gently into her vaginal cleft to lick up the drops of
lubrication she was making in her excitement, but didn't try to
penetrate. Instead, he focused on the inner lips, licking over and
over, attentive always to the nub right at the spot where they joined.
He attended carefully to her moans and gasps to figure out what worked
best for her.
"Uh oh," she whimpered after a bit, and repeated, "uh oh."
Jim lifted his head long enough to say, "You worried it feels too good?"
Mandy nodded.
"It's perfectly safe and normal -- just enjoy it."
Mandy
seemed relieved to drown her confusion in pleasure, so Jim returned to
his ministrations. It took a bit of time after the interruption to
return Mandy to the same level of excitement. She continued to say, "uh
oh", but Jim just smiled inwardly and picked up the pace slightly of
his firm, long licks.
Her pelvis began to move with occasional
tiny jerks, while her vocalizations dropped the "uh" part and just
became, "Oh! ... Oh! ... Ohhhh!" He knew where she was headed even if
she didn't, and he treasured every step of her building excitement.
Then her muscles tensed, she stopped breathing, and she gave a big push
upward with her pelvis. Jim started flicking his tongue rapidly right
on her clitoris.
Mandy started gasping and shuddering, and Jim
kept licking away until she finally started relaxing and pulled away
from him. With a big smile Jim emerged from between the little girl's
legs and crawled up to lie beside her. She lay like a rag doll in
post-orgasmic bliss. He admired her small body, glowing now with a
touch of perspiration, but as perfect as ever.
He lay on his
side in his shorts and T-shirt, grinning at the gorgeous little girl
who lay on her back, seemingly unaware of his existence. But when she
had caught her breath she opened her eyes a bit, looked at him and
smiled.
Then she turned over to snuggle against him, pushing him
onto his back. He enfolded her in his arms, and she draped her left leg
over his. And Jim felt very happy. That certainly qualified as loving a
girl! His erection gradually softened in his shorts.
They lay like that for 20 minutes before Mandy stirred and got up.
"So, did you feel loved?" he asked.
She grinned at him and nodded.
"I didn't know love could fee like that!" she said, then got dressed.
"Bye!" she said as he let her out, and it seemed a very happy little girl who skipped across the playground.
Waiting outside was a mother with a grumpy 3-year-old in her lap.
"Hello, who do we have here?" Jim asked, approaching.
"Catherine," said her mother. "She's just been out of sorts all day, and I'm trying to be patient, but..."
"Hello, Catherine," said Jim in his kindest voice.
She turned away and buried her face in her mother's shoulder.
"What
a gorgeous little girl you are," said Jim. Once again, a scientist
might not have found her in the top half in an objective survey, but it
mattered not at all. She was gorgeous. "Look at that knee and leg of yours. Just perfect." He didn't try to touch.
Catherine dared a peek before burying her face again.
"And
your face! Just right. Nose, cheeks, those beautiful eyes... Your hair
is so shiny... How did you ever get all those hairs to grow like that?
Each one is perfect."
Catherine dared a longer look, and Jim looked at her with all the adoration he felt.
That seemed to put the little one more at ease, and she locked eyes with him for seconds at a time before looking away.
"Would
you let me give you a hug, Catherine?" he asked quietly. "I'd love so
much to feel that soft perfect body against me -- only if you want."
Catherine
smiled now and got up from her mommy's lap. She put her arms out
straight but angled upward to give her answer, and Jim quickly rose and
took her under the armpits and hefted her. She spread her legs and
hooked them around behind his back while plastering herself to his
front. With one hand under her bottom and one behind her back, he held
her.
"Mmmmmm," he said, treasuring the contact. She gave a happy
sigh and after a while drew back to look at him. He smiled and she
smiled back. He rubbed their noses together and she giggled.
The mother said, "Isn't that better, Catherine?"
The girl didn't answer but wriggled and he put her down at once.
"You want to say thank you to the nice man?"
She turned and gave him a big smile, better in his book than any word of thanks.
"Well, I'll thank you then," said the mother. "Thanks so much. We still have some shopping to do before dinner."
Jim smiled. Loving little girls. It was a varied occupation, tuned to the individual girl, but it was all so very rewarding.
She trotted down to his van and clambered in, and he followed.
She
was chatty and in good spirits. Like the others she seemed to sense how
much he treasured her body and enjoyed the touch he offered. She pulled
her jeans down and whipped off her T-shirt at the merest suggestion.
Her panties were pink and silky. When after many long minutes it was
time to become more intimate with their contents, she needed no coaxing
to remove them so Jim could properly love the little girl parts within.
"You know what?" she asked. "I've got a secret."
"What?"
"I
like to put my teddy bear inside my panties and bounce up and down on
it. It feels really good. Mommy said to do it when I was alone and not
tell anyone. But I can tell you, right?"
"Of course," said Jim with a big smile, his fingers teasing and coaxing her erotic tissues.
"You're
smarter than my teddy bear. You make it feel gooder. A couple times
I've got a big 'happy happy' on teddy. I think you're gonna make me get
one."
Jim was only using his fingers, but he followed the girl's cues, and a minute later she whimpered and shuddered.
"That was it. I had one!" She reached up to grab Jim around the neck and kissed his cheek over and over.
He
let his fingers rest gently on her labia for a couple minutes, then
slowly began a rhythmic motion again. Lola wriggled her hips.
"You like that?"
She nodded.
"I have a way I think you could get an even bigger happy happy."
When
Jim lowered himself and moved his head between her legs, she just said,
"Really?" but gave in to the sensations without complaint or shame.
His tongue soon coaxed her body into a second orgasm that went on and on before she finally pushed his head away.
Jim was very happy to have loved another girl to a shuddering sexual climax.
"You know a lot!" she said with wonder when she'd caught her breath.
"About little girls, yes," he said.
Jim
shrugged. He was now prepared for her to leave, to start chatting, to
snuggle, or to fall asleep. He was not prepared for what she actually
suggested.
Now and then a girl was curious enough to want to see
his male apparatus, and he naturally obliged. Curiosity was easily
satisfied with a look or occasionally a touch. Twice girls had said
their mommies told them they should do something nice for him if he was
nice to them, but Jim could tell they weren't really into it
themselves, so of course he had declined. One girl had heard about
semen and wanted to see it come out. He had given himself a quick hand
job. It had been exciting to come while looking at a bare-chested girl.
But his spurts had sent her into endless giggles, which sort of broke
the mood.
"You were really nice to me," said Lola, smiling with
the total innocence and sincerity of childhood. "There's one more thing
I'd like, but I dunno if you wanna do it."
"What is it?"
"Um,
I want a baby sister. I keep saying that and mommy says no. But then
when we saw your van this afternoon, mommy said you could give me a
baby sister."
Jim furrowed his brow. Did her mother expect Jim to mate with her? He had signed up to love little girls, not their mothers.
"And how would I do that?"
"Well,
you have to take your pants off and let me see your thing -- your
penis. And then -- maybe you'd stick it in me down there?" She pointed
with her finger to the right spot. "I thought it sounded gross, but
then you put your face down there and gave me that big, big, big happy.
Could you do that with your penis so I can get a sister? Please?"
"Oh, I could do that for you. But I'm afraid that would hurt you a lot!"
"Mommy
said before if I got my 'gina big you could stick your penis in it. A
tiny baby girl comes out your penis and if you tucked her way up my
'gina, then I could bring her home and mommy would fish her out and
then she'd grow in her tummy."
Jim gulped, his penis reaching
maximum hardness. Perhaps a few of the details were wrong, but the
basic plan was clear enough. He'd read a study that girl lovers only
fathered girls, and they were usually kind and friendly and smart and
pretty girls, so there was some interest in them as sperm donors. The
girl lovers were no more enthusiastic than any other sperm donors, but
the appeal of Lola's mother's plan was unmistakable. It was, in fact,
nearly irresistible. If only...
"So, did you get your vagina big?"
Lola nodded. "I did that a lot this afternoon."
"And it's not too gross?"
"Not if I can get a baby sister!"
"And do you want to do this plan now?"
"Uh, yeah!"
Jim
felt a touch dizzy and faint as he pulled his T-shirt off over his head
and then slowly pulled down his shorts and underpants.
"I had to stretch it a lot. Mommy made me use a big carrot. She must think you have a really big penis."
Lola stopped and stared when she saw it. "Oh," she said. "I guess mommy was right!" She looked up at Jim with wide eyes.
"So, do you still want a baby sister?"
"Um, yeah! So how do you get that into me?"
"Oh,
just lie back on the bed like you were... I come up on top of you like
this... And now I make like a carrot..." Lola held herself open. "Lots
of pressure now..."
The sight of his glans nuzzling between a
5-year-old's legs was incredibly exciting, and the anticipation -- make
that the reality! -- of pressing it into her body, of having it
received without pain and without obstruction, was amazing. After two
orgasms, little Lola's privates were lubricated and in a thoroughly
sexy mood. But it was still a very snug fit.
"It's a lot warmer than a carrot!" said the little girl. "And nicer!"
Jim
smiled. Penis and vagina: a natural pair. With little strokes Jim
weaseled his way in deeper and deeper. Lola chatted excitedly about how
funny it felt. When he had worked himself in a luxurious three inches,
he paused and grinned.
"So did the girl come out yet?" asked Lola.
Jim
shook his head. "To make the girl come out I have to go in and out and
in and out for a long time, and the same kind of thing happens like
when I'm playing with you and you get a big happy happy."
"Oh!" she said. "So it's fun for you?"
The
understatement of the century. Jim nodded and began thrusting. He'd
lied to her in one respect. He could have shot the little baby girl out
in seconds if he wanted to, but this opportunity was so special, he
knew he's want to make it last as long as he could.
He pressed
in firmly. Yes, there was no doubt about it. His penis was buried in
the tight, hot, slick channel of a 5-year-old girl, and she wanted it.
She wanted not only the intrusion, good and deep, she wanted his
culmination, his ejaculation, her ticket to a baby sister. It was
pretty close to his ultimate dream: impregnating a little girl!
"Hey, it's feeling nice again," said Lola. "The in and out part feels nice!"
Jim smiled and picked up his pace.
"And..."
said Lola, starting to get lost in the pleasure, "Mommy said you should
put the baby girl as high up in me as you can, so she doesn't fall out
on the way home!"
Jim nearly shot his load at that comment, but
instead began a faster, more insistent rhythm. He no longer stopped
when he felt himself bump the end of the little girl's vagina, but he
bumped it a little harder. She didn't seem to mind, and soon he could
tell he had stretched her tunnel more and he was getting in deeper.
Lola sighed with pleasure and anticipation. Minutes went by, and then
he realized that he was in as far as he could go -- the limitation to
the depth of his thrust was their pubic bones crushing together. Her
5-year-old vagina was deep enough to take his entire length.
Lola whimpered and shuddered, then looked up at him. "That was a little half a happy."
Jim
let himself go. Actual intercourse with a little girl had been a
forbidden dream for so long. Now all systems were go: She could handle
it physically, she wanted not just the loving attention and her own
pleasure, but the sex itself. The thrusting was bringing her nothing
but pleasure. She very much wanted him to climax deep inside her body.
And it was her mother's idea.
He began thrusting more
insistently, attentive to signs of any distress but seeing only her
mounting excitement. His thrusts were fast and deep, and as he
abandoned himself to his own instincts and pleasure, he realized this
was called fucking. He was fucking a 5-year-old girl, the sexiest
creature imaginable. She wanted to get fucked in every way, and her
face told him that the faster, deeper, and harder he fucked her, the
better she liked it.
He went into an animal frenzy, every level
of his being aligned to the act. The pleasure built, notch by ecstatic
notch, and then he reached the point of no return. His ducts and glands
began their job, but it was several delicious seconds later before the
pleasure filled and then overflowed every brain cell, while his penis
locked in deep and began spewing its load, pulse after pulse. He was
faintly aware of Lola's voice squeaking with pleasure as she had
another orgasm, and he took in once again the sight of the 5-year-old
laid out beneath him, their loins locked together, his penis invisible
as the entire thing was engulfed in the depths of her body.
The pleasure gradually faded, his penis gradually softened, and he slowly pulled away.
"That was the best ever!" said Lola, panting. "Did the baby come out?"
Jim nodded.
Just then they heard a voice right outside the van.
"Lola?"
Jim wondered how long she'd been out there listening, but he shrugged.
"You'd better get dressed and come on out before your sister slips out."
"OK."
Jim helped her get dressed, presenting panties, T-shirt, and jeans in the configuration needed.
Jim
paused for one tender kiss with Lola, then released the door, which
slid open automatically. It was already dusk, and no one else was in
sight except the mother, a nondescript woman in every respect.
"Oh, hi!" she said to him nervously, and added "Thanks!" but turned her attention to Lola and shut the van door.
Jim
lay back to treasure this moment. Instead of heading off, Lola's mother
led her behind the van, and Jim listened in to their conversation.
"That's right, squat down over the bowl. Good girl... Now I'll reach in to get the baby girl out."
"It felt really good, mommy. Why did it feel so good to get a baby?"
"Don't mind that now... That doesn't hurt, I hope?"
"No. It felt so good and it wasn't gross, either!"
"Wow, that's an awful lot of stuff, and I can tell there's more up there."
"Where's my sister?"
"Oh, don't worry about that, honey. She's so small you can't see her."
"Oh."
He
heard the mother murmur, "So much... I wonder if Kate and Liz would
want some of the leftover, if this takes..." He heard the sound of a
plastic lid closing.
"Mommy, I really have to pee."
"We'll be home soon."
"But I have to pee, and I'm already squatted and everything."
"Well,
OK," said her mother, and Jim heard faintly the whoosh of Lola's relief
and it made him smile. Little girls shouldn't have to hold it when they
really had to go.
He lay back with a big smile and saw before his eyes the words painted on his pink van: "Love for girls -- free!"