Minimum
Wage Job: Phallic Intrusion Specialist
by Sterling
Chapter 1 of 2
I
was desperate. I'd been out of work for three years, the unemployment
had run out long ago, and I was scraping by, borrowing money from
distant relatives that I was afraid I'd never be able to pay back. My
wife Linda was on my case. She'd gotten temporary jobs now and then,
very part-time, but it was nowhere near enough to keep us afloat.
So I replied to an ad titled, "Personal care assistant". I applied to
just about anything unless the skills were obviously out of line. "10
years of experience in SQL, C++, Cobol, supervision of offshore
drilling operations, fluency in Swahili and Tagalog plus an M.B.A. from
an Ivy League school." I saw ads like that, and I knew not to bother
applying. But I could do personal care, I figured, though I never had.
I dressed for the interview in my best suit, which was getting a little
ratty by now, what with all the interviews I'd been on.
"Hi, I'm Mrs. Tight. You must be Dick Longwood?"
"Yes, ma'am. That's me. Pleased to meet you."
She brought me into a small room and shut the door. There was a single
desk against the wall, and two chairs facing it. A large screen was
hooked up to a desktop computer.
"I won't pussyfoot around, Mr. Longwood. I'll start with the most
important question."
She pushed a few buttons and there appeared a picture of a girl who was
maybe eight years old, with a kind of average looking face and a frown.
But she was stark naked, leaning back on a couch, with her legs spread
wide apart! You couldn't miss her girly private parts right there in
front of you, and in case you were a total dolt, she was holding her
lips open to reveal a pussy hole.
"Do you find this picture arousing?"
My heart beat fast. I knew enough now not to just answer the question
truthfully. I needed to know the right answer. This picture was
illegal, right? Being attracted to little girls was uncool, right? So
the right answer was "No." But it was also the answer just about
everyone would give. And they always said that to get a job you need to
distinguish yourself from all the other applicants. You need something
to stand out.
"Yes," I answered definitely.
"I see," said Mrs. Tight in a suspicious tone.
The girl was a cutie. I mean, she'd have been hotter if she had boobs
and a big ass and everything, but a pussy is a pussy. It was right
there, and she was sure asking for it. And when a pussy's asking for a
cock, it's hard for the cock to say no.
I noticed Mrs. Tight glancing at my crotch. And man, my body was doing
something to stand out! No one could miss the bulge.
Mrs. Tight had a sour expression on her face. Might as well get ready
to go, I thought. I hoped this wasn't one of the companies where they
made you listen to a presentation from HR about all the benefits and
everything even when everyone knew they'd never hire you.
"Do you think you could fuck that pussy?" she asked. "Get a full
hard-on and shove it up her cunt?"
I gulped. "Um, wouldn't that be like, totally, way, super illegal?"
"You're not answering the question," she said in a steely tone.
What was the right answer? No... What was the answer that would make me
stand out? She couldn't want someone who would say it was arousing and
then say he couldn't possibly fuck the girl, would she? Was it
possible? And she'd used some pretty crude language. I had to make a
quick decision.
"Yes! Yes I could." The girl's thighs were smooth, her skin glowing
with health. Hell, might as well complete the impression. Trying not to
be too obvious, but knowing she would see, I grabbed the front of my
suit pants and adjusted my cock so it could stand straight up. She
might as well see how erect it was.
She gave me a little sick smile. "Well, pervert," she said, "You're the
kind of guy we're looking for." There were a few more questions, but
all pretty straightforward.
"The job pays minimum wage, it's hourly, and there aren't any benefits."
Shit! I'd been hoping for better than that. But a job is a job.
"When can you start?"
"Um, tomorrow?"
"That would be acceptable. But could you start right now? We could pay
you from 9am."
It was 11:30. A couple extra hours' pay... nothing to sneeze at.
"Sure!"
She handed me a small packet of forms to fill out. I can read and
write, but it's not so easy for me, so I had to concentrate on the
forms.
The interview had been held in one wing of some giant medical complex,
and now Mrs. Tight walked me down some corridors. The corridors were
long enough that she had time to give me my on-the-job training as we
walked.
"There are a whole bunch of girls in this world with a severe form of
ADHD -- attention deficit and hyperactivity disorder." I didn't catch
the whole gobbledy-gook name at the time -- I'm looking it up now.
"There's only one effective treatment. They need a man's cock up in
their cunts, and then they calm down for a few hours. So they can
study."
"Huh! Sounds weird."
"Yes, it is an unusual discovery."
"And, um, isn't it illegal?"
"We have a special arrangement. It's approved therapy, so it's not
illegal."
Our walk took us to the nurse's station in a hospital unit.
"Mary, this is the new pervert." To me, she said, "What's your name
again?"
"Dick."
"Glad you could join us, Dick," said the hefty little woman. "We sure
could use some help with Alison." And the three of us walked to her
room.
Alison was a skinny blond girl, about 8 years old, wearing a simple
blue dress. As we came into the room, she was literally bouncing up and
down on the bed. When she saw me, she immediately moved back in the
corner, standing on the bed but nestled back as far as she could go.
"I don't want to calm down! I'm happy this way!" she said.
"Oh, Alison, you always say that!" said Mary.
"I mean it! I don't want to calm down!" She wiggled against the wall.
"Come on, girl," she said.
Mrs. Tight told me, "You strip from the waist down and see if you can
get it up. We'll corral this girl's pussy for you."
"No!" said Alison, but Mary and Mrs. Tight moved in on her.
"Come on, Alison, you know how it goes. You'll thank us."
"No, I won't!" she said.
Watching two gray-haired ladies manhandling a skinny girl wasn't what I
usually thought of as foreplay, and my cock wasn't hard right away. But
I stroked it. This was my job, apparently, and I'd better do a good one.
"Let me go!" moaned Alison, whom the women had managed to get roughly
horizontal. Now they turned her onto her back and pinned her down.
"Alison's pussy is all yours for the taking, Mr. Longwood. All you've
got to do is get in there and give her cunt a good fucking."
"Won't it hurt her?" I asked.
"Nah," said Mrs. Tight. "She's been fucked plenty before, and one of
the hallmarks of this form of ADHD is a hot and wet pussy. She's ready
for you."
It sounded pretty good. Alison by now was on her back, blue dress
scrunched up around her waist as Mary held her left arm and leg, Mrs.
Tight her right. The girl had no panties on.
"I want to get up and bounce around!" said Alison.
"Remember how good it feels to get the guy's cock deep inside? How
calming it is?"
"No! I want to bounce around."
By now my cock was hard.
"Very nice, very nice!" murmured Mary, admiring my meat, which is
pretty long and thick, one of my better features.
"I just, like dive in?" I said.
"That's your job, yep," said Mrs. Tight. "Should I show you where her
little girlcunt is?" she added sarcastically while I continued to
hesitate.
"No, no, that will be just fine," I said, moving in.
So while Alison gave me a dirty look and sighed, I mounted the little
thing, centered my cock and pushed.
"Hey, Ow!" said Alison.
I stopped. "Don't stop, just let her have it," said Mrs. Tight.
Mary said, "Poor Alison, you've never had such a big cock before. Just
take it."
"It's super-big!" she said with wide eyes as I was in halfway.
"You've got to shove your cock in all the way, Dick," said Mrs. Tight.
"It's got to be deep."
"What about coming?" I grunted.
"No, you don't need to come. Better if you don't, actually."
"Why?"
"Because there are more girls to fuck, and you wimpy guys get all limp
after you come."
"OK," I said, working my cock deep. The girl was tight, but she opened
up for me. It felt fantastic. I fucked in and out, pressing a little
deeper each time.
"Now, doesn't that feel better, Alison? Remember that feeling?"
"Yeah, I remember," sighed the girl.
Mary and Mrs. Tight let go of her, and she now lay calmly for the first
time.
"Dick, when you're in deep, push a little more. It works best when she
really feels stuffed to the hilt."
I did as asked. It would feel fantastic to come up her pussy. But I
really needed the job, and they said I shouldn't.
Alison shut her eyes for a minute, then opened them again. "OK," she
sighed. "Thank you for the fucking, Mr. --". Turning to Mrs. Tight, she
said, "What's his name?"
"Um..." said Mrs. Tight.
"Longwood. Dick Longwood," I grunted, holding my bulging prick in deep.
"You should fuck her a little more too, Dick," said Mrs. Tight. "You
know, in and out. Alison thinks she's ready, but more deep, hard fucks
make it last longer."
"OK," said Alison after a minute of deep thrusts. She smiled at me. "It
feels nice."
"All right, Mr. Longwood, that's enough," said Mrs. Tight.
I wanted to pound that pussy and cream her -- but the boss is the boss.
I pulled out, my cock slick and stiff.
"Now, are you ready to work on your homework, Alison?" asked Mary.
"OK," said Alison, stealing one last look at my cock.
I started to get dressed. "Getting dressed is OK for now," said Mrs.
Tight. "Though I don't know how you're going to get that thing back in
your pants. We'll get you a robe you can wear between rooms."
"Melissa could really use a shafting," said Mary, and I was off to my
next assignment, following the two women.
Melissa sat on the bed in her room, leg shaking up and down, head from
side to side. She was maybe 10, with the sweetest face and short brown
hair.
"Hi, honey!" called out Mary in her cheerful nurse voice. "See what
we've got for you."
Melissa gave me a quick smile and rose, unbuttoning her gray pants and
pulling them partway down. She then looked up and off to the side and
just stopped.
"You were pulling your pants down so Mr. Longwood could get his cock
into you and calm you down, right?" said Mrs. Tight.
Melissa looked back over her shoulder at my cock, which I had
unlimbered. Then she smiled and finished pulling down the pants and
stepping out of them. But as she looked down, it seemed like she forgot
again what she was doing and why.
"Panties too, dear," sang Mary, helping tug them down. "Now get on the
bed, on your hand and knees. You be like a horsey and Mr. Longwood will
ride you."
Melissa smiled and assumed the position of a horse. I hadn't thought of
what I was about to do as "riding", but whatever worked was OK with me.
I slid up behind her and opened her silky smooth pussy lips, touched my
knob into the little depression of her outer vulva, and pushed.
"Ooooh!" said Melissa in surprise, looking over her shoulder, half
pulling away from me. But I had her hips in my hands, and she wasn't
going anywhere unless I let her.
"Yeah, it's a big one," said Mary. "but you're doing great!"
To me she said, "Be sure to get it in all the way."
I worked my cock in deep, little by little.
"Now isn't that better, dear?" said Mary.
I started a slow in-and-out motion, but made sure she was filled to the
hilt at my deepest penetration each time.
"Better, yeah, better," said Melissa.
The two women watched me fuck the girl slowly for a minute.
"I think I'm better," said Melissa, then added with a smile back over
her shoulder, "But you can keep doing that as long as you like, sir.
Thanks for helping me."
"No need to thank him; he's just doing his job," said Mrs. Tight. "and
Mr. Longwood here has other girls to attend to."
With such sweet encouragement from the girl, I was tempted to hump and
thrust a little harder and splat her innards with my cum. But I was at
work, and the boss had spoken.
I pulled out.
Melissa turned around quickly and took my penis in her hands. "Thank
you," she said, planting a quick kiss on my bulging purple knob.
Looking up at my face, she said, "Thank you, too!" with a giggle.
"Come on, Mr. Longwood, there's more work to be done," said Mrs. Tight,
shaking her head at Melissa.
I started to pull my briefs back up, but she said, "Oh, forget that.
I'm getting tired just watching you pull them up and down, up and down."
So I started out into the hall, naked from the waist down, holding my
dick in my hand to keep it from bouncing back and forth too painfully.
Out in the hall a lovely blond candy striper looked at it and grinned.
"Oh, wow!" she said. "Whoa!"
"He's working, miss, keep your horny little thoughts to yourself," said
Mrs. Tight. "He's got patients to fuck, and no time for sluts like you."
"I am not a slut!" said the cute young thing indignantly.
It really would be tempting to push her gently up against the wall. I
just knew that if I stuck my cock between her legs and pushed in the
right direction, she'd find some way with panties, angles and all to
get it inside her. And creaming her innards would be very satisfying.
I looked back over my shoulder and gave her a smile and a wink.
She smiled too.
"I think I can leave you two to it," said Mrs. Tight to me and Mary.
"Your shift ends at 3:30, but if you lose your hard-on, it's up to you
to stay until you can do all the little girls, OK?"
"OK, Mrs. Tight, ma'am, I'll see that they all get done."
It was on to the next room with Mary. "Oh, thank God," said a girl
sitting at her desk, her head hanging. She was a blond bombshell -- for
an eleven-year-old -- and within seconds she'd flopped back onto her
bed, panties around her ankles and legs spread wide. She held her lips
open and looked up at me with a quiet, "Please?"
It pleased me very much to wedge myself up to the hilt into the girl.
"Whoa," she said, grinning at me. "You've got a big one!"
"Thanks," I said, pumping away.
"Oh, that's better," she said. "I can think better already now."
"Oh, you need more than that!" said Mary.
"I know, I know!" said the girl. "I'm just being thankful. I should be
thankful, right?"
"Yes, dear," said Mary.
"What's your name?" the girl asked.
"Mr. Longwood," I said, puffing away. "And yours?"
"Sarah," she said. "Silly Sarah who can't think right unless she gets
fucked a lot."
She must have seen me looking hungrily at her adolescent breasts. "You
can kiss me down there, if you want," she said.
"Oh, um," I said, looking over at Mary.
"It's OK if you both want," said the nurse, smiling. "Mrs. Tight is all
about doing things by the book. But I know you're not just a machine."
I didn't need more encouragement. I dove down with my head and
energetically licked her right breast as I humped my cock into the
girl's pussy down below.
Sarah giggled. "That feels nice," she said, patting my back.
I switched from licking to sucking.
"Oooo!" said Sarah. I felt her pussy squeezing my cock.
It felt so fantastic it was tempting to just shove and come in the dear
girl, but I needed this job! I thought about ice cubes.
"Um," I said lifting my lips from Sarah's breast and stopping the
fucking motion.
"If you're going to stop, be sure to ram it in all the way first," said
Mary.
"Oh, OK," I said, and probed deep into Sarah, mushing my cock tip
against the back wall of her vagina. That by itself made me have a few
pre-orgasmic twitches, but I thought about those ice cubes again and
calmed myself.
"Mmmm," said Sarah.
"Um, how many more girls do I have to do?" I asked.
"Um, just six more," she said, "though we on the staff would all love
it if you could get to Alison a second time. It will make the evening
much more pleasant."
"Are they all as gorgeous as Sarah?" I asked.
Sarah smiled and blushed.
"Um, they're mostly littler girls from now on. But there is Vicky."
The danger of unintended orgasm gone, I went back to a slow, deep fuck,
back and forth in Sarah's silky cunt.
"And are you going to stay with me the whole time?"
"Absolutely. Regulations are very strict on that point. A staff member
has to accompany a girl fucker at every session to make sure he doesn't
engage in any inappropriate behavior with the girls."
Rats! I really wanted to come in this girl in the worst way, and I was
going to have a babysitter the whole time. A chaperone, maybe, though
that didn't seem like quite the right word. But sometimes another way
to what you want is to just ask.
"So," I said, my cock aching with pleasure, "What if I couldn't help
myself and had a kind of accident here with Sarah?"
Mary suppressed a smile. "That's fine -- as long as you can do it with
the next six girls."
"And do I get like demerits if that happens?"
"If you can't finish out your caseload? Yes, certainly. You could lose
your job very quickly if you can't get through your caseload."
"I didn't mean that -- I mean, if I like lost my cool here but could
get it up for the others too."
"No, that's fine, honey. You're only the third guy who's been able to
do the job at all. The last guy got kind of distant and the girls
didn't like it so much, and then he started having performance problems
and left. He never came, and I think maybe it wasn't good for doing the
job. Whatever the regulations say, we all know it's not natural for a
guy to fuck too many girls in a row without, you know, getting some
relief." She patted my shoulder.
Sarah interrupted. "The way you fill me up feels like really nice!"
"Good," I said, smiling down at her.
I dove down and sucked on her other breast.
"Mmmm, Mr. Longwood, this is the best therapy ever!" she said sweetly.
There was hunger in her eyes when I rose again. I really liked to leave
a woman happy, so I managed to take all my weight on my left hand and
slid my right down to the junction of man body and girl body. I eased
my fingers gently around her soft, wet skin where it hugged my probing
shaft.
"Oooo, what's that, Mr. Longwood? That feels good!"
"Mary, ma'am, is it OK to try to satisfy the girls?"
"Oh, I don't think anyone's ever tried to do that," she said. "They're
young girls without the necessary maturity. Though I must say Sarah
here is acting, well, like it's possible."
"Mmmmmm!" said Sarah urgently.
"But if I did, it's not against the rules?"
"There's nothing about it in the rules..." she said. "I can't think
there'd be anything wrong with orgasm as a side effect of treatment,
but I bet it won't happen," said Mary, smiling.
I began a rhythmic motion with my fingers right over her clit area.
"Oh, Mr. Longwood!" gasped Sarah.
I pumped my shaft in and out vigorously while fluttering my fingers
over the top side of the girl's soft tissues. Her clit was in there
somewhere, but sometimes women found it too much to touch it directly.
I figured it would be the same with young girls like Sarah. A little
subtlety and they loved it.
"Oh, Mr. Longwood!" she called urgently. "Oh, that's so fantastic!"
I paused to adjust my weight slightly.
"Oh, don't stop! Please!" she said.
Grinning, I set back to fucking and finger-fluttering.
"Unnh, unnh, unnnh," I growled.
Sarah stared into my eyes with lust. "Oh, yes, yes, it feels great, oh,
AAAHHHHHHHHH!" she gasped as I plunged away.
Mary shifted in her seat, wiggling her rear end a little.
After a bit Sarah squirmed a little, which I took as a signal that
she'd had enough with my fingers. I was already on the edge, and now I
pressed her legs wide apart with my palms on her inner thighs and went
into a frantic deep stabbing motion, pleasure building exquisitely.
"Oh, Sarah, Sarah, Sarah!" I called urgently, before ecstasy
overwhelmed me and I felt my cock pulsing sperm up into my beautiful
little patient, over and over again.
I pulled out as I started to soften.
"I hope I'm OK," said Sarah, sounding a little worried.
"What's wrong, honey?" asked Mary.
"I've never felt like that before. I hope it doesn't mean I'm going to
get all nervous and bouncing around again."
"Oh, what is it, honey?" asked Mary with concern.
"It just felt like fantastic, and my cunt was like pulsing. Is that OK?"
"That's just fine," said Mary. "That's called an orgasm. That's sort of
how the men feel when they lose control and mess your pussy with their
goop, like Mr. Longwood just did."
"Oh, really?" said Sarah with excitement. "Well, if it feels that good
they ought to do it more often!"
Mary looked at her watch, and I started to slide out.
"Thank you, Mr. Longwood," said the girl, who then reached out to crush
me down onto her chest, kissing my cheeks.
As I rested in afterglow, in the embrace of an ecstatic nubile young
thing, I thought maybe this job would be pretty good after all.
After a few minutes, I felt my cock getting hard again, and so did
Sarah.
"Oh, can you do it again?" she asked.
"Don't get greedy, now," said Mary. "Mr. Longwood was very nice to you,
and you shouldn't expect that all the time. Hardly ever, in fact."
"Oh, OK," said Sarah. "It was awfully nice."
"How's your concentration?" asked Mary.
"I'm not sure," said Sarah dreamily.
"Well, orgasm can get in the way of concentration for a few minutes,
but it should let you concentrate even better after that."
"Bye, Sarah," I said, and on impulse reached down to kiss her on the
lips.
She eagerly kissed me back.
"Now, now," said Mary. "There are lots more cunts that need fucking."
So I went to the other rooms. The youngest girl was about five, but
most were seven or eight. And I fucked them all, one after the other,
holding my cock deep in their pussies. Most of them gasped and yelped
when they felt how big my cock was, but they soon smiled and commented
on it, and it seemed to help them calm down even more than they were
expecting. When I got back to Alison, she was quite gracious about
lying back on the bed and exposing her bare pussy, pushing it up so I
could get at it easily, helping me press my cock snugly against the
back of her cunt so she could keep thinking straight.
Given Mary's description, I naturally saved Vicky for last. She was
dark where Sarah was light, but she was just as appealing. She was
thankful for the treatment -- I could just see the clarity come into
these girls' faces after I'd been pumping up to the hilt for a minute
or so. But Vicky didn't react sexually to my tentative caresses, so I
just concentrated on my own pleasure. The intervening five tight, wet
vaginas had gotten me very ready to spurt again, and after five minutes
of fucking Vicky in a standard missionary position I surged her full of
sperm too.
Mary said I'd done a fine job and was looking forward to seeing me the
next day. She also added that I was responsible for buying my own
Viagra, if I decided I needed any. I figured I'd get some just in case,
but I sort of doubted I'd need it.
At the start of the day I'd have said little girls didn't interest me
at all, but it hadn't taken much to change my mind. Finding they needed
it and that it was not only legal but part of my job -- that helped a
lot. Finding their pussies were all hot, wet and big enough made it
seem natural. It helped that with a couple exceptions like Alison the
first time they all wanted the treatment. Every single one thanked me
after they got it. The challenge wasn't getting it up for the girls, it
was holding back from coming inside of every single luscious little
body. As long as I didn't ejaculate into too many of the little dears
in a single day, I thought I'd do just fine.
"Where have you been?" asked my wife Linda with suspicion. "You had
that job interview, but then what? Did you go to the bar?"
"No, dear," I said. "Um, I've got great news. I got the job!"
"Oh, that's very nice! Great! What does it pay?"
"Oh, well, that's the bad part. It's just minimum wage."
"Oh, shit. What about benefits?"
"None, I'm afraid."
"Damn!"
"Well, it's all I've been able to get."
"I know, I know... So when do you start?"
"They asked if I could start right away, and I said sure, so I worked
all afternoon."
"What's the job doing?"
I'd thought about how to answer that question already. "I'm a personal
care assistant at the hospital. Giving a sort of physical therapy to
the patients. But it's a new, secret therapy, and I'm not supposed to
talk about it."
"Oh. But you can tell me, right?"
"No, they really made me promise."
"But I'm your wife!"
I didn't answer. I'd taken my position, and I was sticking to it.
"How is it for you? Is it physically difficult? Challenging? Rewarding?"
"Well, it does involve some effort, but it's not bad. And the patients
are grateful."
After a couple weeks, Mrs. Tight told me there was a reorganization.
The treatment was effective enough that they were opening a facility in
a separate building. They were moving to a day program, and this one
was set up to be like a school. They had a dozen kids in a room with
desks. There were two teachers who moved among the dozen girls
providing individualized instruction. What made it different from the
normal classroom was that there were also three or four beds and one
naked man with a big, stiff cock who moved among the girls, providing
fucking as needed.
"Oh, Mr. Longwood!" squealed three of my favorite little dears from the
hospital ward on the first day when I made my appearance.
The teacher Mrs. Black clapped her hands three times. "Class, some of
you know this already, but listen anyway. You know you all can't think
so well, right? This is Mr. Longwood. He's going to help you
concentrate by fucking your cunny holes with his big, stiff cock. He'll
get it into each of you first thing in the morning, and then repeat as
needed during the day. Sarah, I understand you've met him before and
received the treatment. Would you be willing to demonstrate?"
Sarah nodded eagerly and lay down on the bed.
I stripped off all my clothing. My manhood was rapidly stiffening as I
thought about my dear little cutie whose pussy I would fill once more.
"Look at his thingie!" chortled a little 6-year-old.
"Oh, wow!" "Cool!" "Ewww!" were some other reactions.
"Should we take our clothes off, too?" asked a girl.
"No, class, you should keep your clothes on except what Mr. Longwood
asks you to remove when he fucks you. Part of staying safe as a little
girl is keeping your clothes on and not exposing yourself to give bad
men nasty ideas."
"But he's naked! Why is it different?"
"Well, he has to be naked down below so his cock can stick out and then
stick into you to do you all properly."
"He could just stick it through his fly," said one girl.
"He could," said the teacher, muttering as an aside, "It's certainly
long enough," before continuing. "But the cloth and zipper could be
uncomfortable on your tender little girl parts."
The girls looked on, transfixed.
"So now, watch as Mr. Longwood provides treatment to Sarah."
Sarah's dress was a gray checkerboard pattern, and she had on white
tights. She and I beamed at each other as I moved into position above
her on the bed. She spread her legs wide and hitched her dress up to
just above her hips. Her tights were actually stockings, ending high up
on her thighs.
"She doesn't have any panties on!" squealed one girl.
"No, she doesn't. And we'll let Mr. Longwood decide whether you wear
any either here at school."
"We have to wear what he says?" asked a 9-year-old.
"Yes," said the teacher.
"Why?"
"I'll tell you later. But first see what Sarah and Mr. Longwood are
doing."
Sarah reached her face up to kiss me.
"No, honey," I whispered. "We're just doing it the normal way now."
"Oh, OK," she said with a little pout.
I reached down to the smooth set of little girl lips I had grown to
like so much.
"Notice how he's spreading her little twat lips apart so his cock can
get at her... And now he's sticking the tip of his cock right at the
little hole... And now he's pushing inside."
"Ewww!" said a few girls. "That's gross!"
"Now, now, girls!" said the teacher. "It may seem unusual right now,
but you'll get used to it."
"How does it feel, Sarah?"
"It feels absolutely wonderful!" beamed the girl I was copulating with.
"Now notice his cock is almost entirely inside of Sarah. Tell us when
you feel completely full, dear."
Everyone waited while I worked myself in farther and farther.
"There!" said the girl with relief. "That's it."
"And now how do you feel otherwise?"
"I think I could concentrate on schoolwork now," she said.
To me, she whispered, "You're not going to junk me up?"
"Not now, Sarah, we're just demonstrating, OK?"
She nodded.
After twenty slow, deep strokes, I pulled out.
"There, class, that's what a treatment is like."
"Why's it all wet and shiny?" asked a girl.
"That's because Sarah's cunt is wet and slippery, to let Mr. Longwood's
dick slide in easily. Your cunts are all wet too, inside."
A couple hands went down to crotches, though they were all covered with
clothing.
"Now, Sarah's going to go start studying, right?"
Sarah got up without much enthusiasm and after straightening her dress
she went to her desk and sat down.
"Now, your mommies have all prepared you for this, right? Stuck those
little things in your pussies that got expanded and made your cunnies
bigger?"
Several girls nodded.
"And then there were plastic cocks that you shoved in and out?"
"Yeah, but none of them were as big as that!" said one girl, pointing
at my twitching organ.
"True. Your little pussies may get stretched out a little more the
first couple times he fucks you... So, Mr. Longwood, who are you going
to treat next?"
I picked Cathy, a 5-year-old who I knew well. "Hands and knees, OK?" I
said.
Cathy grinned and got on the bed in a doggy position.
"They're gonna do it like that!" squealed a girl.
Cathy had thick white socks that went partway up her calves, but above
that her legs were bare. When I flipped up her white dress, she had no
panties on either.
"Is he doing her poop hole?" asked a girl with horror.
"No," I answered. "Just her pussy from the back side."
I nuzzled my tip against her wet lips and pressed. The small girl's
pussy expanded to take in my organ as it had so many times before. I
pressed in, wedging my 'thingie' deeper and deeper into her body.
"Mmmmm, thank you, Mr. Longwood!" said young Cathy.
Soon I bottomed out and held myself deep, then began a slow fuck.
"See how Cathy's face looks relaxed, class? How do you feel, Cathy?"
"I feel great," said the little girl softly.
"You think you can concentrate on school yet?"
"Almost," said the little girl. I knew she liked getting fucked better
than studying, and I loved fucking her little cunt, so I didn't mind a
little extra.
But after a minute I said, "You're done, sweetie," ruffling her hair as
I pressed in extra hard, then withdrew.
"Now," said Mrs. Black, rubbing her hands together. "How many of you
have never had a cock up your pussy before?"
Four girls timidly raised their hands.
"What's your name?" she said to the oldest, perhaps 9 years old.
"Martha."
"So, do you want to get fucked my Mr. Longwood's big cock?"
The girl eyed it and shook her head.
"But you want to be able to study, right? Learn like the other kids?"
The girl nodded.
"And the way to do that is let Mr. Longwood stick that big thing deep
up between your legs, right?"
The girl nodded reluctantly.
"Very well, then. What position would you like to fuck Martha in, Mr.
Longwood?"
The girl was wearing a purple skirt and a fresh frilly white blouse on
top, neatly pressed.
"Just lie back, dear, and flip your skirt up," I said.
She did, revealing white panties with red trim and little red hearts.
"Now pull those down and take them off," I said.
"Do I have to?" whined the girl to Mrs. Black.
"Yes, dear."
"But they're my privates up there!" she said.
"Of course, dear, they are. But you want to share them with Mr.
Longwood, right? You keep them private all the rest of the time, but
when you want to share them you can. And since you want to be able to
think straight to learn, you're going to share them with Mr. Longwood
and his big penis, right?"
"OK," said Martha reluctantly.
My organ twitched to full hardness as I beheld the young virgin below
me. I moved my hands up and down the inside of her thighs, spreading
them apart. I looked into her eyes, and on an impulse reached down and
kissed her left cheek, then her right, which got a small smile out of
her. Then I moved in, lowering myself, cock tip poised at her girly
space. I pressed, and felt her body yield inward and I felt her hot
wetness on my tip. But my cock didn't go in. I pressed a little harder.
"Ow!" whined Martha.
"Sorry, honey, but it's going to hurt a little the first time," said
Mrs. Black. Martha was basically stretched, just not quite big enough
for my cock.
"Ow! Ow! Ow!" she whined as I forced my cock in. I was being as gentle
as I could, but I'd learned that I couldn't wait for it to stop
hurting; it would hurt a little anyway. I just had to press inward and
get it over with. Of course I didn't want to hurt the girl, but
secretly I was thrilled to be taking another virgin.
Finally my tip lodged firmly against the deep end of her vagina, and I
held it in position. I withdrew a little before lodging it firmly again.
"Why do we have to wear what he says?" asked a girl.
"Because Mr. Longwood's cock gets hard by a sort of magic. It gets hard
when his body thinks you little girls are sexy, and his body decides
what's sexy."
"Oh."
"I think you're done, Martha," I said. "Do you feel calmer?"
The girl nodded and smiled.
"I'm sorry it hurt," I said, withdrawing my organ.
"It's OK," said the girl. "I know you were just helping me."
She headed off to her desk.
"So is he going to stick it in you too, Mrs. Black?"
The woman smoothly replied, "I don't have the condition you have that
requires the treatment, but it's only fair. If Mr. Longwood would like
to press his cock into my cunt, I'd be happy to let him."
Mrs. Black was an attractive woman of age 30 or so. This wasn't part of
my job description, but was I going to object? Hell no!
"OK," I said nonchalantly.
"So how would you like to take me, Mr. Longwood?"
"Missionary position would do just fine, Mrs. Black."
The woman lay back and lifted her blue dress. She wore black tights.
"Just pull them down a little," I said. "Panties too, of course."
Mrs. Black did as I said. "See, class, Mr. Longwood wanted me to just
pull my tights and panties down a little, so I'm doing that."
The woman had a nice little thicket of brownish pubic hair. I fondled
it.
I explored down between her legs and found she was quite wet.
"Not much foreplay needed, I see?" I asked her quietly.
She lifted her head to whisper, "Are you kidding? Seeing you do those
girls made me so hot! I'm so glad Kate asked if you'd do it to me."
I nuzzled my tip into her hairy crotch, finding the part that was not
at all hairy and pressing into its hot wetness. She was a little looser
than the girls, but still very alluring.
"I've never done it with anyone watching before," she whispered.
I quickly got my cock in to the hilt and began a vigorous fuck.
"See, class, I'm letting him do it to me too," said the teacher.
I decided to zoom in with my free hand and wriggle in the folds of
flesh above her clit.
She gasped and closed her eyes, then whispered to me, "That's all we
need to do. You could ... pull out any time."
"Do you want me to?" I whispered back. I was banging this woman for all
I was worth.
"Um... we probably should stop..." Her gasps and moans were intense.
Then she opened her eyes and looked at a half dozen girls staring at
her. "They're all watching us!" she whispered with a smile, and then
tensed up, taking strangled breaths, her face intent with
concentration. I felt her pussy squeeze me. It would have been tempting
to come -- my cock wanted to cum in every pussy it weaseled its way
into -- but I was on the job, and there were many more little pussies
to fuck. I pulled out.
"Is she OK?" one girl asked Mrs. Ball, the other teacher.
"Oh, she's just fine. Just fine indeed," she smirked.
"Why did she look like that?"
"A special way... of feeling good..." panted Mrs. Black.
Sarah had taken notice. "Oh, an orgasm? Did you have an orgasm, Mrs.
Black?" she asked.
"Um, yes. How do you know about that?"
"Oh, most times when Mr. Longwood fucks me I have an orgasm, really
quick. He said not to today, but I'm hoping he'll give me one later."
Mrs. Black looked at me with a curious smile.
I shrugged. "The nurse said that while it might make her concentration
worse for a couple minutes, it would be even better after that."
There were more girls to fuck, including a few more virgins. Most of
the girls were dressed in frilly, feminine dresses or skirts, but in a
couple cases the parents hadn't gotten the word. But after a bunch of
dresses, a pair of blue jeans sliding down followed by ordinary white
panties is pretty alluring too.
They all got stretched by my large organ. Two of the virgins cried a
little, the majority winced at taking such a big cock for the first
time, and it didn't seem to affect the others at all.
When I had done them all, there was a class full of little girls,
sitting primly in their seats doing homework. My cock subsided a bit.
They say if you keep an erection too long it can hurt you, so I was
glad to give my means of livelihood a rest.
"Oh, that's excellent!" said Mrs. Black, looking over Martha's shoulder
at her math homework.
"I can't concentrate so well any more," said Cathy forlornly.
"Oh, really?" said Mrs. Black.
The treatment is supposed to be effective for four hours, and it hadn't
even been an hour and a half since I had stuffed little Cathy to the
hilt.
"Well, I think you should try a little harder," said Mrs. Black.
"Can't I get another treatment from Mr. Longwood?" she asked.
"Not yet."
Cathy stole a glance over at me, and I nodded at her.
Ten minutes later she whined again, and again five minutes after that,
but the teacher kept refusing her request.
"I could just kneel on my chair and stick my hiney up in the air, so he
could treat me while I work!" said the ingenious little nymph.
Mrs. Black sighed and looked at me.
I nodded at her and approached young Cathy, my cock pulsing to upright.
It was an awkward angle, what with her knees together and calves
splayed out to the sides. But men are built to find a way to fuck cunts
despite obstacles, and by leaning over the back of her chair I found I
could get into position. I lifted her white dress up over her cute
little rear end and zoomed in on the little girl's wet and ready cunt.
A couple girls saw what was going on and looked up from their lessons.
"Now, class!" said Mrs. Black sternly. "What's going on with Cathy is
none of your business -- just keep working." However, her admonition
drew all the girls' attention to the strange sight of the girl kneeling
on her chair and the man leaning over the top probing into her pussy
from behind. They pretended to work when the teachers looked at them,
but they kept sneaking glances.
All of these little pussies were teasing me -- or that's the way it
felt. But I didn't want to pull out any more. I'd been good so far, but
a guy really wants to come sometimes. So once I'd stuffed Cathy, I
plowed in and out with more urgency than usual. I knew I would be
spasming her full of sperm soon. I tried to be discreet since all the
other girls were supposed to be studying, but I couldn't help tensing
and gasping a little.
"Hey, he did his mess in me!" said little Cathy.
The other girls all tittered. "What kind of mess?" asked a girl.
"Oh, dear," said Mrs. Black, looking at me disapprovingly.
Cathy scrambled back to a sitting position, keeping her dress scrunched
around her waist, and opened her pussy wide. She scooped a finger into
her pussy and picked up a fingerful of the goopy stuff. "See!" she
said, holding it up.
The girls were just too curious, and despite the stern directions of
the teachers, they all got out of their seat and huddled around.
"Is it pee?" asked one.
"No, it's something else nice and special," said Sarah. She looked at
me reproachfully, and I knew she'd been hoping I'd save my load for her.
"Whaddya mean?"
"It's the stuff that makes babies."
"Huh?"
"When he does it to us, it's the same thing mommies and daddies do to
make babies."
"Now, Sarah, the class doesn't need to hear this," chided Mrs. Black.
"But it's true!" continued the girl. "The reason he's got a thingie and
we've got holes to stick it in is so we could make babies together. His
magic stuff could make a girl pregnant."
"Are we gonna have babies?" asked a girl with concern.
"No, we're too little. But sometimes Mr. Longwood can't help it and the
baby stuff comes leaking out anyway."
The girls stared wide-eyed, several of them babbling.
"Now, class, back to work!" said Mrs. Black, raising her voice.
"Is it true?" one asked.
Mrs. Black didn't answer, but I gave her a quick nod. I cannot tell a
lie.
"I'm ready for Mr. Longwood to pretend to make a baby in me," said
Martha.
"Now, Martha, you should say 'I feel ready for my next treatment', OK?
That's what the doctor has prescribed for you, a treatment. Any ideas
you have of other reasons for what Mr. Longwood is doing aren't of any
concern to us."
Some of the girls didn't want more treatments and tried to concentrate
for as long as they could; the teachers had to tell them it was time to
get their pussies stuffed again. Some just took it up the cunt with
curiosity, happy to get their concentration back but not caring much
for the actual fucking part. And some, like Martha, joined Cathy and
Sarah in really liking it.
The days went by, and we developed our routines.
The teachers found that some of the girls were sissies and didn't like
getting fucked with everyone watching, so we put in a screen around a
bed. When it was time for one of these bashful dears to get her
treatment, she went behind the curtain. In theory one of the teachers
should have been in there at all times to make sure I didn't engage in
any inappropriate behavior, but in practice they were busy actually
helping the girls to do their homework. Once they had supervised me
doing the humpity-hump-hump with a girl back there a couple times and
the girl not finding it distressing, they didn't bother any more.
Sarah said she was bashful. Freed from watching eyes, Sarah and I went
at each other hungrily. We kissed everywhere, and once my cock was up
her cunt and fucking away, she rolled me onto my back and fucked me at
her pace, but then I tussled her onto her back so I could fuck her at
my pace, and in between we stopped on our sides so we could both press
our loins at each other with freedom. She learned to keep her orgasms
quiet.
Other girls got treated behind the curtain, others on the beds in plain
view.
The class heard a shriek from behind the curtain.
"What was that?" asked a girl. "Who's back there?"
"Cathy."
"Is she OK?"
"It was just an orgasm," said Sarah.
"Really? You mean that sound meant she felt good?"
"Yeah, I think so," said Sarah.
Meanwhile Mrs. Black ducked quickly behind the curtain in time to see
me disengaging from the rear side of dear Cathy and laying the girl on
her side with chest heaving.
"Sorry," I said sheepishly. Mrs. Black looked at me sternly, but
couldn't suppress a smile.
"She comes taking it from the rear like that?" she whispered.
I pantomimed reaching around the girl's small butt and fingering her
clit.
Mrs. Black nodded and smirked, then shook her head and looked at me
crossly. Then she whispered, "Dick, I've taken to wearing mini-pads to
work, because I'm constantly leaking as I watch and listen to you
fucking these girls over and over again. It's not right!"
"Oh, sorry," I said.
"If I appeared back here during a slow period, could you take me like
that? Quick before anyone notices?"
"Um, it's not exactly in the job description," I said.
"What, you don't want me?" she asked, pouting.
"No, no, it's not that," I said, giving her a reassuring leer and
patting her butt. "I've got to pace myself, though."
"Well, kissing those girls and humping them all ways till Sunday and
licking their little tits isn't exactly in the description either!" she
hissed.
"It might be hard not to come in you, you're so hot," I said, trying to
flatter her.
Mrs. Black smiled. "But you won't because you've got to save your
erection, right?"
"If I'm stiff I'll do you," I said. I knew it wouldn't be a chore at
all.
So after I'd had my way with four of the girls who needed frequent
refills and then rested ten minutes, Mrs. Black appeared behind the
curtain and knelt on the bed, flipping up her dress and pulling down
her panties, revealing the soaked panty liner and her dripping twat.
I mounted her from behind, plunged to the hilt and began pounding away.
She came at once, holding her breath while she shuddered and I felt her
cunt squeeze around me. I hadn't come in a couple hours, and this
mature feminine urgency was too much for me. My cock started spewing my
male fluid up her cunt as I too held my breath. Then I pulled out.
Mrs. Black pulled her panties up and rose. "Hey, did you come in me?"
she asked.
"Yeah," I said.
"I didn't say you could do that!"
"You didn't tell me not to," I said. "That's often what happens in a
quickie, right?"
"Yeah, but -- oh, shit. I sure hope you didn't knock me up." Looking to
the side, she said, "My period ended a few days ago..."
"Oh, sorry," I said, but I also felt a happy glow in my loins.
For my last girl of the day I chose Martha. She liked to ride me, and
by that time of the day a little time flat on my back was welcome. She
was a determined young lady and with a couple minutes' effort she
managed a little orgasm, which was sweet to see.
The school was very successful, and they opened a second classroom and
hired Peter.
I didn't want a guy watching me do it, but I gave him some tips and
pointers. But a guy rarely needs much advice on the fucking part. Peter
adored the little girls, or at least their sweet little rear ends. His
problem was that he adored them too much, and half the time plastered
their cunts with his sperm. Then he was soft for an hour and couldn't
fuck the other girls to keep them calm and happy, so he was fired.
Willie did OK, but he complained that I worked too fast. He suggested
we ought to pace ourselves and refuse to do more than six girls in a
class, instead of twelve. That way we could also ejaculate into the
little dears more often because we'd have time to rest, and then they'd
have to hire more guys. He said he was going to look into seeing if we
could join a union. I said I'd been out of work for a long time, had
trouble finding anything else, and wasn't going to make any waves.
Willie called in sick a lot. The school tried to fill the gap with
temps. When they couldn't find anyone they just managed the girls as
best they could as they bounced off the walls without the required
rhythm of deep, calming penile thrusts up into their little abdomens.
But when they hadn't been able to get anyone for two days in a row,
they came to me apologetically.
"Could you at least do Sammie? She's driving us crazy!"
So I went over to the other room and for the first time fucked little
Sammie. She squawked and swore when I first wedged my tip between her
pussy lips, because I was a little bigger than the other guys. But
after the first time she adjusted.
Then they asked if I could take a look at poor little 5-year-old
Meghan. She was in her usual position when there was no one to treat
her, lying back on the bed, panties off and legs spread wide. Her mind
was going too fast, and her way of coping was to just wait to be
treated. It was a heart-rending sight, so I did my best. I slid my cock
into her, stretching her innards those extra few millimeters to take my
cock up to the hilt. She looked at me with wide eyes at the extra
pressure. However, when I had rowed in and out for a good minute,
nestling firmly against the end of her cunt on each stroke, she relaxed
and smiled. As I got up, she got up too, and threw her arms around my
neck and kissed me on the cheek over and over. "I love you!" she said
earnestly, beaming at me.
Appreciation like that makes a guy's job all worthwhile.
So we limped along for a week with me treating the few most serious
cases in the other class. But the word got back to the other parents
through their daughters that the new guy Dick was fucking their
classmates but not them. They were very unhappy, since the school
wasn't delivering on what it had promised.
The administrators looked at me pleadingly, and I reluctantly agreed to
try to shaft all eleven of the little girls in that class in addition
to my own dozen.
Then Jasmine joined the other class. I gulped when I first caught sight
of her. She was chubby, loud, and just plain ugly. My cock always
wilted rapidly as I approached her. At first I explained that it was a
temporary problem, but after a couple days I had made no progress on
being able to fuck the little dear.
The staff was worried that they might get sued for discrimination in
providing medical care. Jasmine was black. The fact that I was
regularly fucking two other black girls to our mutual benefit didn't
prove we weren't discriminating. They tried to get Peter to come back
on a part-time basis as a consultant. While he did succeed in fucking
the chubby young thing, he soon got a full-time job and quit. As
feared, Jasmine's mother sued. The lawyers said we would eventually
prevail, but it was expensive. It was so expensive that the Board
realized they'd go broke at this rate. So they sold the place to a
for-profit health company.
The young men with their dollar-sign eyes observed our operation for a
while, and when they were done, there was good news and bad news. The
good news was that I got an 80-cent-per hour raise! The bad news was
that in line with my new job title as Intravaginal Phallic Intrusion
Specialist, I ought to give them a full day's work. They had observed
me hanging around resting and watching TV for up to an hour at a
stretch when all the little pussy owners were concentrating on their
homework.
Their MBA education told them they should expand the operation to four
classrooms of twelve girls each, with me as the sole provider. I
hurried between classrooms, fucking one little girl after another. They
said that on-the-job ejaculation was highly unprofessional. Their
time-and-motion study showed we would do better if each girl sat on a
small bed while working at her desk. They were arranged in a 3 x 4
rectangle. When I showed up in the room, each girl was trained to stick
her rear end up in the air while I grappled her from behind and gave
her a shafting. While a girl might only need a treatment every four
hours, management figured that I ought to just keep going through the
rotation over and over again. I could manage a good, solid, therapeutic
fuck about every two minutes. Man, it was hard not to come with all
that sweet, little pussy! But I managed it. For a few days I jerked off
as soon as my shift was over, then I arranged to stay a little extra
and give extra more intimate treatments to Cathy, Martha, and Sarah,
usually relieving my balls into Sarah's sweet cunt.
Jasmine went away. I'm not sure quite how they managed it, but I do
know that the director, Mr. Robb van Asshelt, met with the pudgy little
thing in a private room one day to try treating her himself. How hard
he tried, or what unconventional methods he used are not known, but we
do know that Jasmine never came back and the lawsuit was dropped.
"I'm sorry. It's just the new management. They have us working so much
harder."
"And you never seem interested in making love. You've gotten tired
plenty of other times, but that's never been a problem before."
"Sorry, honey."
I managed to get it up Sunday afternoon and give my wife a little fuck.
I didn't really enjoy it so much.
When we were out shopping at the grocery store, I thought I saw a
glimpse of Cathy, and quick ducked down another aisle. But the girl had
seen me, and she and her mother tracked me down before I could flee the
store.
"Oh, Mr. Longwood, how nice to see you!" said the mother. "Your therapy
has made such a difference for Cathy. And you must be Mrs. Longwood!"
"Yes."
"Pleased to meet you."
I glanced at Cathy and with a pleading look shook my head.
"Are you OK, Mr. Longwood?" the girl asked.
"Um, I'm not feeling so well," I said.
"Oh!" said Cathy's mother, probably getting a clue as to the problem.
"Well, we must be going," she said hastily, grasping Cathy firmly and
pulling her away.
The little girl looked back over her shoulder with an impish grin,
flipped up her skirt in back and wiggled her butt. Oh, shit.
My wife look at me icily. The drive home started in silence.
"So, Dick, what exactly is this job again?" she said after a time.
"Um, I told you, it's a secret."
"Does it involve inappropriate behavior with little girls?"
That depended on the definition. I was about to say, "No," since it was
by definition of the job description appropriate behavior, but I
realized it wasn't really going to help.
"I really can't say."
The next day was Monday, and with a few phone calls my wife easily
discovered what my job actually was. The company of course had never
insisted it be kept a secret -- I'd made that up.
First she was furious. Then she insisted I quit or our marriage was
over. She had gotten a job by then, a secretarial sort of position that
paid better than minimum wage, so we didn't desperately need the money
to keep the wolf from the door. My job was awfully stressful under the
new management. I insisted on giving two weeks' notice, and she
understood the need for that, at least.
When management found I was serious about leaving, they kept offering
me more money until they reached $40 per hour. That made no difference
to my wife, and it made me angry. If I was really worth that much to
them, why had they let me work for so little all along? The answer was
clear, though. I hadn't demanded more, so they had paid me as little as
they could get away with.
So I tearfully said goodbye to all my girls. In my last couple days, I
did things my way with the 13 girls who really enjoyed my attentions.
Instead of a few deep strokes from the rear, I fucked them thoroughly
and lovingly, face-to-face, preceded by lots of kissing and fondling.
The teachers were nervous, because they feared Mr. van Asshelt. But
what was he going to do? Fire me?
My regulars all had orgasms, and three girls came for the very first
time in those last couple days. By spreading them out over those
couples days, I had the time to spurt my love out into Cathy, Martha,
and Sarah.
At first it was a relief to be home. I could sleep late, watch dumb
movies all day or play on the internet. Because Linda was working at a
halfway-decent-paying job, the pressure to find work was much less.
Since my wife was working and I wasn't, she expected me to shop and
cook and clean. While I guess she was right in theory, those just
aren't things I like to do so much. I made simple food or got take-out
and she didn't like the way I did laundry or housecleaning. All in all,
my wife's deep anger at my former career wasn't healing.
After a while I'd had enough loafing and decided to look for work
again. My most recent job posed an awkward problem for my updated
resume. If I just said I had been unemployed the whole 15 months I'd
worked in addition to the three years before, that didn't sound good.
It also threatened to emerge as a lie once I was hired. But
"Intravaginal Phallic Intrusion Specialist" invited questions and looks
of horror when the age of my patients emerged.