Minimum
Wage Job: Phallic Intrusion Specialist
by Sterling
Chapter 2 of 2
"Hello, Mr. Longwood?"
"Speaking."
"My name is Holly Hardwick. My daughter Sarah Hardwick was in your
class over at the school."
I hadn't paid too much attention to last names. There had been three
Sarahs in all, but I had a hunch. "The 12-year-old blond, is that
right?"
"No, sorry, our Sarah is only 6, with shoulder-length brown hair."
Rats. But let me think -- yes, that Sarah! She was pretty nice too. She
was starting to really smile when she got her fucking there towards the
end. And her vagina had that luscious little tight spot at the deep
end. I started getting hard thinking of her. "Yes, I remember now. She
was nice. How's she doing?"
"She was fond of you and was very disappointed when you left. And she's
been struggling, to tell the truth. They hired another man to fill your
position, of course..." I felt a little surge of anger to think of some
strange man filling any of my little girls' ever-so-lovely little
feminine positions. "But she has been very disappointed in him. She's
stopped trying at school and isn't so good around the house either."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"We wondered if you'd be willing to come over and see us some time. We
had some ideas we wanted to discuss with you."
A chance to just see little Sarah again would be wonderful -- though
the temptation to get into a girl pussy again would be great, and that
was not something my wife was going to put up with. I hadn't realized
how much I missed it until that moment. But with her mother right
there, nothing would happen, right? "OK, that would be nice," I said,
and we made arrangements.
"I should also tell you that our household isn't traditional. Sarah's
other mommy is my spouse Steffi Stone..."
Lesbians. Cool. No problem. I'm open-minded. Really! Little Sarah was
no budding lesbian, though.
"We also have a younger daughter, Hayley, who's almost 5 years old."
"Yes, pleased to meet you," I said, as we shook hands.
"Is he here? Is he here?" shrieked a voice as I heard small footsteps
running. Little Sarah squeezed past the woman and wrapped her arms
around my legs, looking up at me with a big smile.
"Hi, Sarah, nice to see you again," I said, patting her back and
ruffling her hair.
"Can you treat me? Please?" she asked.
"Oh!" I said. "Um, well, let's see what your mommy says."
Just then Holly appeared, and behind her a younger girl who was
evidently Hayley.
"Hello, Mr. Longwood," said Holly, also reaching out to shake hands.
These two sure didn't look like lesbians. Yeah, well, I guess it's a
stereotype, but you know what I mean. Both were trim, medium height,
with quite lovely faces. Steffi and Hayley were strikingly blond, and
their faces were similar enough I knew they were mother and daughter.
Sarah also looked like Holly's daughter, though it wasn't quite so
obvious.
"Why don't we all come inside," said Holly.
As we did, Sarah hopped up and down and said, "Can Mr. Longwood treat
me now, mommy? Please?"
"That's up to Mr. Longwood, dear," she said. "You know treating you was
his job, and he's not working at his job any more."
Up to me! But... oh, shit. The reason I'd quit was because my wife
didn't want me cheating on her any more. The blood pressure rose in my
cock.
"If you did, we'd have a much calmer conversation," she continued.
Sarah was skipping around the sofa instead of sitting down. She stopped
and hitched up her dress, showing me her panties. "Right in here,
remember?" she said, pointing to where we all knew her little pussy
opening lay shyly inside her dark red panties.
"Yes, I'm sure he remembers," said Holly, while she and Steffi both
smiled. They looked at me expectantly. If I only had sex with one girl,
that would be a big improvement over 48, right? My wife couldn't be too
upset about that, could she? Besides, it seemed like it was only the
polite thing to do, to help her stay calm during a conversation. Her
two mommies were both hoping I would. I wondered if Emily Post had
spoken on the subject. It also occurred to me that I didn't care so
much what my wife thought.
"Well, if you'd really like," I said, coloring a little.
"Oh, goody!" chortled Sarah, reaching up to pull her panties down.
"Now, wait!" said Holly. "Up in your bedroom, OK? Not down here!"
"Why?"
"Because of your sister, for one thing."
"Yeah, come on, Sarah, show me your bedroom," I said.
"OK," she said, sticking her wadded-up red panties in my hand. I took
her by the other and she led me upstairs.
"Where are they going?" I heard Hayley ask.
"They're going to have a little visit," said Steffi.
"Like the sexy kind where he sticks his thingie up her weewee?"
"Um, well, maybe," said Steffi, sounding flustered.
Then we reached Sarah's room and she shut the door behind us.
"It's so hard to calm down," she said, bouncing around the room. "Look
at my new dolls!" she said, and began a rambling description with no
end in sight.
"Hey, Sarah," I said. "Remember, we came up here so I could treat you."
"Oh, yeah!" she said. It's amazing how fast a girl can get her panties
down and legs spread wide when she wants to. A guy can be pretty fast
stripping from the waist down and bringing his hard cock to where it's
wanted. And with a smiling little female exposing her hole and urging
him on, it's amazing how fast he can hump deep and hard into her wet
tube. And it's such a pleasure to see a girl calm down after the first
few thrusts. But a man's got to do what a man's got to do, and I needed
to spurt my load into her tender little sperm receptacle. It's so
rewarding to see through a fog of ecstasy a girl enjoying being calm.
"You gave it to me, didn't you? The stuff?"
"Yeah, Sarah, I did."
"Oh, goody!" she said.
After a little rest we got dressed again and joined the others
downstairs.
"Well," said Holly, clapping her hands and smiling. "Let me get right
to the point. We wondered if you'd consider treating Sarah every day --
we'd pay you, of course."
I realized I was a professional, and I'd just done Sarah as a freebie.
"Uh, I'd consider it. What sort of pay did you have in mind?" I'd done
it at my job for $7.00 an hour or whatever it was, which probably came
to $2.00 a pop or something -- more like 50 cents under the new
management. But there was travel time, and the last offer they'd made
me was $40 for an hour. Should I ask for $50 and let them bargain me
down?
"What about $200 per visit?" said Holly.
Wow! I kept my composure pretty well. Yeah, I supposed I could be
convinced to work for that. That was close to what I made in a week at
the old job!
"Yeah, I think that would be OK," I said.
Steffi smiled. "You're not much of a bargainer, are you?" she teased.
I shrugged. If I was, I'd probably have a career as a salesman or
something. But as a joke, I said, "I want $300. Not a penny less!"
"Done!" said Holly. "We couldn't live with ourselves if we exploited
you at $200."
I managed NOT to say, "Three hundred smackers! I'm rich, rich, rich!" I
learned later that Holly was a cardiologist and Steffi managed a team
of software developers remotely.
"What about every morning at 8am? That way she can go to school
thinking clearly."
"Uh, would 10am be OK?"
"Why?"
"Well, my wife can't know. That's why I quit the other job -- my wife
made me."
"Oh." The two women exchanged glances and shrugged. "OK, 10am will be
fine. She'll just get to school a little late."
"She can show up at school whenever?"
"Yeah, if she doesn't need to get treated at the school you worked at,
we'll send her to the Cherry Lane Cooperative Home School."
So every morning after my wife went to work I showered and dressed and
went off to fuck little Sarah. Steffi worked from home, so she was
there to let me in. The first couple times, Sarah asked right after the
fuck if I could stay and read her a story. I excused myself quickly
because I didn't want them to find out I couldn't read very well. Also,
their house was big and fancy and I didn't really feel like I belonged.
But Sarah also seemed disappointed, and it really did feel a little
rude to just fuck and run. So I listened to her tell me about her dolls
and did a little make-believe for half an hour after. It was girl
stuff, but it was kind of fun if I let myself get into it, and it felt
like part of doing my job right.
But the little girl wanted me to stay longer. I asked her moms if it
was OK to hang out like that, and they told me they were delighted for
me to stay as long as I liked, but we ought to let Hayley in on the
fun. Sarah and I had been playing around in her room half-naked, with
cum oozing out of her pussy and my slick cock dangling about. Now we
got dressed and invited the younger girl in too, or went to her room to
play.
Steffi wandered through now and then, but when I was there the girls
ignored her and paid attention to me. Holly confided that they worried
their girls would miss out on something if they didn't have a man in
their life, and as long as the three of us were having fun, I could
stay as long as I liked. They'd take Sarah to school later. So after a
while I was there at lunch too. Steffi's casual noonday meal felt like
a feast to me. The girls ate PB&J or mac and cheese, but Steffi
made a fresh salad for us and served it with leftover soup or casserole
from the night before, and it was great.
I stopped thinking of them as lesbos pretty soon. They were nice women,
and what they did in the bedroom didn't bother me. At a gut level, I
would have been delighted to fuck either of them, but that wasn't a
remote possibility, which actually made things more comfortable.
They paid me under the table, and I soon felt like I was really loaded.
I couldn't either spend or deposit the money because my wife couldn't
know I had the job, so I opened a separate account for it.
But my wife found out a couple months later. I stupidly left a girl's
elastic hair holder and a dolly dress in my pants pocket, and she found
them when she did the laundry. I thought I might win her over when I
told her about the rate of pay and explained it was just one girl, but
I was wrong. She wanted me out of the house. And frankly, it was kind
of a relief.
I checked into a cheap motel, something I could afford for a while at
least. But when I told Steffi and Holly about the new development, they
huddled overnight and asked if I'd like to move in with them on a trial
basis. It sounded great, and it was. A maid did some of the housework
and Steffi did most of the rest. There were three hot meals a day, and
my shirts were ironed for the first time in my life. They insisted I do
the dinner dishes some nights because they didn't want their daughters
to think men never did anything around the house, and I was cool with
that.
I think living with them worked because they were a lot smarter than
me, and I didn't mind. I don't know if the girls took away the intended
message that women were the equal of men -- or that all men are kind of
slow.
They offered me the guest room. They kept it nice, but also wanted it
to reflect a man's personality too, since I was the male role model for
the girls. So I answered the girls' questions about the football and
basketball I watched on TV, and the video games I played and the music
I listened to. We watched action and horror movies some.
The one odd spot in this happy family scene was that I was fucking
little Sarah constantly. As long as I was living there and it benefited
us both, I started treating her two or three times a day. There was
ongoing tension because Sarah couldn't help talking to Hayley about
this thing that helped her learn, but it was a private thing she
couldn't observe or get in on. When her sister and I went into the
bedroom and locked the door a couple times a day, she was frustrated.
But the little girl solved her own problem. She got the same rare ADHD
her sister had, confirmed by medical tests. The two women had used the
same sperm donor for their kids, and he was the natural suspect as the
source of this rare illness occurring in two half-sisters.
Her mommies handled the awakening and enlargement of the blond tike's
little pussy. Then she got to watch her big sister get shafted by my
therapeutic cock, and wasn't so sure it looked like so much fun after
all.
Then it was her turn, and she did her best to be brave. Her panties
came down, she spread her legs, and I gently explored her inner parts.
Gradually my stiff and eager penis opened up a new virgin. She was kind
of whiny at first, but when she felt the calmness and clarity that came
to her only after getting deeply stuffed, she was convinced. It was a
little different because she was the first girl who'd known me and
bonded with me before I stuffed her pussy. Treating her didn't require
me to reach climax, of course, but I was desperate to fulfill my male
destiny in this wee little blonde's virgin cunt too. I left millions of
sperm swimming frantically in sticky soup deep inside the little girl,
though all would fail in their quest of making a woman pregnant.
Stereo treatments were now possible and became the rule. Both girls
liked me and both liked the raw physical connection of getting fucked.
Each liked a close-up look at my cock going into her sister's cunt,
something they couldn't see while they were getting treated themselves.
Like any affectionate girls, they also liked touching, snuggling and
hugging. Now that there were two of them, I felt even more free to give
in to my own desires in those regards, which weren't just affection. I
nibbled all four ears, licked all four nipples, squeezed and fondled
all four butt cheeks, and I found I loved sniffing and slurping and
sucking whichever little pussy I was not currently shafting with my
manhood.
See, I now had to face the fact that I was a true pedophile. I'd made
that desperate gamble at my initial job interview that I could get it
up for little girls, and it had turned out I was right. First I told
myself I was just enjoying pussy, and the fact that it was inside an
immature girl was just a detail. But now I realized that I loved every
inch of those girls' bodies because they were little girls, not in
spite of it. I don't know if it was learned or innate or some of each.
Guys hadn't been encouraged to openly fuck lots of little girls for
their own good before. So no one knew before whether it was a taste you
could acquire or not. Probably some could and some couldn't. I could.
Steffi could get a little flustered now and then, but I'd never seen
Holly lose her composure even once. Now she looked pretty uncomfortable
as I met with her behind the closed door of her study.
"We've all been very happy with you living with us. How's it working
out for you?"
"Great, just great. I'm happy."
"Good! Both girls can concentrate pretty well now. You're treating them
-- what is it, twice or three times a day each now?"
"Yeah, pretty much." Sarah had asked how many times a day I could fuck
her, and as an experiment we'd managed about fifteen before we lost
count. But she didn't become Einstein or anything for the day, so we
went back to three or four.
"And you're enjoying the food?"
"Oh, yes."
"And you have everything you need?"
"Yep, can't say I'm lacking anything."
She took a deep breath and tried to look me square in the eye. Her
resolve faltered, but she delivered her message anyway.
"You know how you're being sexually intimate with our daughters?"
"Um, yeah."
"Well, the truth is, both Steffi and I are virgins -- I mean when it
comes to men."
This was more information about their intimate past than I had been
offered before. "I figure that's pretty much standard for lesbians,
isn't it?"
"Not as much as you'd think. A lot of girls don't know they're
lesbians, or they want to try to be normal, or they're just curious.
And a lot of lesbians have bi tendencies too."
"OK." I wasn't sure where this was going, but my cock was getting a
little warm and swollen.
"Well, it's a little odd, don't you think, that our young daughters are
regularly having a sexual experience that Steffi and I can't relate to
at all?"
"Um, yeah." I smiled in spite of myself.
"So, um, Steffi was wondering if -- just as a teaching thing, just for
the experience, maybe, you'd be willing -- but please, feel free to say
no! We don't want to jeopardize anything going on with the girls. It
seems to be working out so well!"
"Yeah, I get it. But I think I'd be willing to do that, if you really
want."
"Just willing? I mean, would it be like a chore or something?"
"Um, no. Look, Steffi's a very attractive lady. I've always thought so.
It's just something I figured wouldn't every make any difference, you
know?"
"Yeah, you know, that's very nice of you. We both appreciated that you
didn't seem to be looking at us that way."
Yeah, well, it certainly helped that I was getting my rocks off several
times a day in the depths of the luscious pussies of their darling
daughters.
I decided to be a little sassy. "So, you asked if I found Steffi
attractive." I emphasized the word 'Steffi' just a little. "Is that all
you wanted to know?"
Holly turned notably pink and looked away. "Um, yeah, that was all.
Other than whether you'd be willing to consider it -- if it works out."
"You're very attractive too, Holly. Very sexy -- I mean, to me
personally."
Holly stayed pink, then confided, "I'm a fucking lesbian, I'm proud of
it, been this way for fifteen years. I don't give a shit what a man
thinks of me, how I look. That's one of the liberating things about
being a lesbian, you know? You can be fat and ugly or whatever and
women will still love you just as much. But you know what? It still
matters. It still really matters, deep down."
"Aw, shit, sorry Holly. I can see that would suck. But you're lucky,
because you really are very attractive to me."
"Don't gloat about it, Dick. I really wish I didn't care."
Holly and Steffi stood holding hands, looking very nervous. They were
fully clothed, but their daughters weren't. They were bouncing around
on the bed, delighted to have their mommies watching their treatment
for the first time ever. After some squabbling it had been decided that
Sarah's cunt would be the first one they would see violated by a man's
penis, while Hayley's would be the first to receive a full injection of
sperm as they watched.
The women said they'd never even glanced at porn and found the idea
horrifying, so they really were seeing something they'd never seen
before.
Conscious of being on display, my cock didn't stiffen up quite as
quickly as usual, but I soon got over that.
"You wanna lick me while you fuck her?" asked Hayley with enthusiasm.
"Oh, um," I said, turning quite red. The women knew that I inserted my
erect penis inside their daughters' vaginas, and were aware that I
sometimes ejaculated within them, since a man couldn't really be
expected to insert over and over again without reaching climax. But as
far as I knew, our unnecessary shenanigans with kissing and sucking and
all were not something we shared with the women.
Steffi laughed. "They tell us about all that, Dick. Don't worry."
OK, I would lick sweet little Hayley's pussy slit. She scooted so her
crotch was above Sarah's head. I clambered into position above the
spread-eagled Sarah and gave a few practice licks to Hayley's little
twat before turning my attention to the main business. I aligned my
cock with Sarah's pussy hole and slid in gradually. I couldn't help
glance up at the women, who were staring intently at the spot where
their girl's pussy hole was performing a disappearing act on a long,
hard prong of flesh. I fucked back and forth a few times before I was
sure I was in all the way.
"That's a treatment," I explained.
"Yeah," said Sarah, sighing. "Thank you, Mr. Longwood."
"You silly girl!" I said. We had given up on anything that formal ages
ago.
"So," I said. "Now I guess it's Hayley's turn."
"Huh? No way! You got to fuck me like you mean it!"
She had a point. I was inhibited by the presence of the women from
giving vent to my lust. So I tried to fuck with abandon, grunting and
groaning. I glanced at the two women but their expressions were hard to
read.
"OK, now time to swap," I said after a minute. "I promised the sperm to
Hayley."
Sarah groaned and Hayley clapped with delight.
The girls quickly switched positions, and I aimed my slick cock at
Hayley's sweet girl hole and shoved -- fairly gently. Her body didn't
resist and I slid in deep. I licked Sarah's sloppy pussy.
Hayley smiled and relaxed after I'd repeated my full insertion a number
of times. "It feels so nice, mommy," she said.
I tried to restrain my animal impulses to some extent as I probed for
Hayley's center with my very stiff phallus. It had inhibited me at
first, but now the fact that two women were watching my performance
turned me on. I knew that if I did this right, I'd have a good chance
of getting into their pants, to spurt in their mature vaginas.
I humped deep and hard. On the one hand I wanted to prolong the
pleasure, but on the other I also wanted to finish this experience. The
second urge won out. My orgasm began as I shuddered and the stuff
blasted out of my cock.
"He's doing it, mommy!" said Sarah excitedly. "You can tell."
She was completely correct, of course. I kept thrusting until I was
thoroughly satisfied, then pulled out, my cock shrinking rapidly.
"So, that's how it works," I said, self-conscious once more.
"Yes, thank you very much," said the two women.
So ended Phase I of the plan to educate these women about the fucking
process.
The naked women hugged and kissed, groped and fondled in the half dark.
I sat back, also naked, cock fairly hard.
"Do you think it's a good time?" asked Steffi.
"Sure, I think so," said Holly. I could see her fingers explore her
lover's pussy. "You seem to be wet and aroused."
"OK, Dick," said Holly. "You can take her now." Holly lay on her back
and Steffi lay over her, butt available for my exploration.
"Is that how I do it?" Steffi asked.
"Um, you gotta stick it up more in the air so I can get at it," I said.
Jeesh, these women didn't know much.
"Like that?"
"Yeah, but now tilt your pelvis to present your vagina a little more...
That's it."
"I love you, Holly," said the luscious blonde woman, kissing the woman
below.
I found the spot I wanted most. I mean, I could see kissing and sucking
boobs and all on these women, but they weren't inviting that. And what
I wanted was ... right there. Lips that parted easily with a slurping
sound. I found a way to get into position without planting my knee on
Holly's leg, found the opening, and pushed just a little.
"Oh, shit," said Steffi.
"You OK?" I asked anxiously.
"Yeah, fine, it's nothing."
I resumed my invasion. This was a woman's cunt, highly experienced in
one sense: she'd squeezed a baby through the thing. But taking input
from a cock was totally new. I kept working myself in deeper and deeper.
"What is it?" asked Holly, looking up at her partner.
"Nothing, it's just... I don't know, primal or something," she mumbled.
That sounded encouraging. I worked my full depth into the woman,
holding her hips gently, and began a fuck. I went slow at first,
listening for signs of distress, but soon sped up. I tried to avoid any
lewd sounds, but I couldn't suppress heavy breathing.
"Oh, oh, aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" I said softly at the end as I jammed to the
hilt and gave the trademark male spurts. Slowing down, I gradually
backed away, my cock falling out, and eased myself down into a sitting
position.
Steffi turned onto her side and hugged Holly.
"Thanks, Dick, you can go now," said Holly softly.
And that was the first episode of Fuck Your Local Lesbian. But not the
last.
Holly spooned against Steffi's back and I spooned against Holly's. She
lifted her top leg and held her cunt open. I worked my way in slowly
and began thrusting. Her pussy was a lot tighter than Steffi's, and I
later found out she'd had her baby by C-section. Nothing bigger than a
few of her lover's fingers had ever been in that tube before. I could
now feel some fingers moving rapidly about where Holly's clit was,
though I didn't know if they were hers or Steffi's.
"OK, any time now," Holly said. "Oh, shit... wow" she whispered under
her breath.
I have the organ designed to make use of the pussy's full depth and
breadth. I picked up my pace and got in as deep as I could. "Unnnh,
unnnh, unnnh," I said softly.
Holly suddenly gave a huge gasp as the fingers at my cock base
fluttered. That sent me over the edge, and I gave a big growl as I
jammed deep, pushing both Holly and Steffi forward a couple inches on
the bed and spurting deep, over and over again. This time they didn't
ask me to leave. They seemed to even like it a little when I draped my
arm tentatively over both women.
Steffi lay on Holly, making humping motions while each woman had
fingers on the other's pussy -- probably their clits, but I couldn't
see.
They gasped with orgasm, one after the other. Steffi then rolled aside,
leaving me with access to Holly's flushed body. They had decided that
since I was mostly having sexual intercourse with their daughters
face-to-face, they really ought to experience that as well. Also, since
the girls were not experiencing notable sexual pleasure, they thought
that getting fucked in a post-orgasmic state might be the best way to
approximate what their daughters felt.
These details didn't concern me so much. I buried my cock in the
attractive young woman's pussy and lowered my weight onto her. I began
fucking away with the same sort of enthusiasm I would bring to the
littler pussies. I stayed in her a couple minutes, long enough to
provide a treatment, but didn't come. I then moved over to Steffi,
still wet and ready, and gave her the same treatment.
I then pulled out and by arrangement started wanking myself while they
watched. Neither had ever seen an ejaculation before, and they watched
as I surged and spurted onto the towel they had produced to catch my
semen and keep the foreign fluid off their sheets.
Through all this I kept fucking away in the hyperactive girls, calming
them with every treatment, and we gave ourselves over to an uninhibited
sensuality. Fucking the girls and fucking the women was different. What
I did with the girls was more fun and physically pleasurable. My
occasional sessions with the women felt more serious, somehow. After
our fifth encounter, they announced that they were grateful for my help
in allowing them to experience heterosexual intercourse, but they
expected that my attentions would not be needed again.
Hayley and Sarah were parked in front of a new video. Steffi came into
my room and shut the door.
"Dick, can I ask you something, like a secret? Promise not to tell
anyone?"
"OK."
"Even Holly?"
"OK, even Holly."
"Would you be willing to, you know, do it to me again?"
"Now?"
"Well, yeah, if you're willing."
"And you don't want to tell Holly? That doesn't sound quite right."
"Oh, I know." She sounded miserable and tormented. "I love Holly
dearly, and our sex is great, but... I feel like I need a man too. Like
just physically. Not an emotional relationship or anything, you
understand?"
"Well, OK." I didn't know what the right thing to do was, but I knew a
hot woman wanted to get fucked, and that kind of messed up my judgment.
She got up to lock the door as quietly as she could, then seconds later
had her pants around her ankles and pussy open wide.
"You don't need to warm up or anything?"
"I got myself all hot and bothered in my study working up the courage
to come see you," she said with what looked kind of like a flirtatious
smile.
No problem. My cock responded rapidly, I plunged in and humped away.
With a potential interruption from the two girls, we didn't delay too
much. After two minutes she started with "Oh, wow, yes, mmmm, yes,
mmmmm, oh, faster! Oh!" And within seconds she froze as I felt her
pussy spasming on my prick. So! She could come from nothing but my
fucking motion, and that was nice.
I showed that I could come from just my fucking motion too, which was
no great surprise. As always, it felt fantastic. Experimentally, I lay
down kind of half on top of her, though giving her room to breathe,
waiting for her to signal me to back off. She didn't, though after a
minute or so she got up and left so as not to arouse the suspicion of
the girls.
It was fairly late at night. Both girls were long asleep and Steffi
probably engrossed at her computer. Holly crept into my room and locked
the door behind her.
"Um, I've got a question."
"OK."
"But it's got to be just a secret, OK?"
"OK."
"Can't tell anyone -- even Steffi?"
"Um, OK." This sounded like a familiar conversation somehow.
"Would you be willing to, you know, make love to me in a quickie -- but
never tell Steffi?"
"Um... Is that a good idea?" I asked.
"Oh, I love her dearly, and our sex is great, but... I just miss a cock
sometimes, now that I've felt what they're like."
This time I knew this wasn't the greatest idea, but now I figured it
was a matter of equal time. If I was going to cheat with one of them I
should probably cheat with the other too, right? That's what I told
myself.
Holly too had gotten herself totally aroused before coming to see me.
She pulled her pants and panties down to her ankles and stuck her butt
up to be taken like a bitch.
I grappled her rear end and shoved in. I felt her fingers stimulating
herself in front.
"Quiet, OK?" she whispered.
"Sure," I replied and began my final approach. Deep, fast stabs right
to the depths of this woman's cunt. In under a minute I surged and
stayed deep, ejaculating, spurting into her innards over and over again.
It was irregular, but both women now came to me secretly. Steffi always
came during the day when Holly was off at work, risking the suspicion
of their girls. Holly always came late at night, risking the suspicion
of Steffi.
I kind of wanted to get out of this situation where there were secrets.
I was openly fucking the young girls, and that was what would
ordinarily have been considered a serious crime. That was more than
fine with everyone. But I was also helping each of the women cheat on
the other one. Partly I dreamed of just calling a meeting of the three
of us and telling them both at the same time. But I also really enjoyed
the secret encounters and found a reason to keep thinking about the
right thing to do. Meanwhile I kept screwing them whenever they came
asking for it.
"Oh!" I said. Now, they talk about male responsibility and all. But I
was their employee. I'd never said I was vasectomized or anything. They
knew I was coming in their pussies and they knew the facts of life. I
also realized I'd been giving the girls treatments the same as always
but saving my sperm for my secret liaisons; I wondered if it was
instinctive. After a pause, I said, "What are you going to do?" I
figured an abortion was a likely outcome if this happened from a secret
liaison.
She sighed. "I ought to get an abortion, I guess. I think Holly would
kill me if she knew I was doing it with you and had been so
irresponsible."
"You weren't doing any birth control?"
She shook her head. "That was pretty dumb, wasn't it... You and your
wife never had kids, right?"
"Yeah. She had mixed feelings about it, and we both thought we'd wait
until we were a little better off financially, but that never happened.
But I'd always hoped for a family."
"So... if I had the kid, would you stay in its life and be its daddy?"
"Um, yeah, I guess, if we could work it out."
"But shit, Holly would kill me. I guess it's an abortion. Oh well. But
you know, I kind of always wanted another kid."
The conversation happened the next day and went much the same way
through the point where Holly reluctantly concluded she'd need an
abortion.
Now it was time for Mr. Dick Longwood to take charge.
"Come on, Holly, I think we ought to go see Steffi right now."
"You're not going to tell her, are you? Dick, you can't!"
"Um, no, I won't." I wasn't going to actually tell her. I'd figure out
something clever.
"Hi, Steffi, the three of us need to talk," I said.
Steffi extricated herself from her work in about 20 seconds and we went
to their bedroom, locking the door against the possibility of childhood
insomnia.
Both women were extremely anxious, stealing glances at me and each
other.
I needed to find a delicate way to say this, a way to break the news
gently, to minimize the chance of either of them being horribly angry.
Instead, what I said was, "Um... You're both pregnant with my baby."
Holly looked at Steffi in disbelief. "What? Did he rape you or
something? Honey, you could have come to me!"
"I was going to ask you the same thing!"
"No one raped anyone," I said. "You both came to me saying you loved
each other but missed getting fucked by a real man too."
Staring at Holly angrily, Steffi started with, "You should have...",
but realized that any accusation wouldn't just be the pot calling the
kettle black. These were identical pots, they were both black, and they
were both growing little babies inside.
"I know I just work here," I said. "The hired help. But I think you
both ought to keep the babies and we ought to become like a real
family."
If it were a Gilbert and Sullivan, the finale music would have started
just about then. Happy ending! Because there was plenty of money, three
parents for every child, and everyone had someone to love them.
Except me, maybe. I had lots of people to kind of love me. Sarah and
Hayley loved me the way little girls love their parents. If there was
something extra they felt because I was fucking them constantly to help
them concentrate, we didn't know quite what it was. Steffi and Holly
respected and liked me. And the future little ones would love me as
their true 100% natural daddy. I had two little girls to fuck, and two
grown women -- who I could now do without keeping secrets from anyone.
And I think four people who like you a lot is better than one true love
who might change her mind some day. And the four people who like you
are especially nice if you get to have a mutual and happy fucking
relationship with each one of them.
I did make one request: I asked if I could spend the whole night with
somebody now and then, for the warmth of human contact. I thought maybe
Sarah or Hayley could be convinced to do it once a week each or
something.
Instead, they both wanted to sleep with me all the time. We headed off
a fight by suggesting the bed was big enough for three, and it is. And
if either of them feels restless and fidgety in the night, she just
drops her panties, rubs my cock a few times to wake it (and me) up, and
knows that relief is a few thrusts up her pussy away. They know I have
my urges too, and will give a sleepy smile and nod when I ask in the
middle of the night if I can fuck them and empty my balls in their
young pussies. It works out very well.
My ex-wife pleaded with me for a reconciliation, but she never had a
chance. She got a generous settlement, however.
I took up work as a substitute Juvenile Vagina Phallus Filler, or
Remedial Girl Fucker, or whatever it was called at that point. It means
I have long stretches with little to do, an occasional full day of
fucking fresh young pussy, and now and then a week or two in a row of
doing a whole bunch, over and over. Hayley and Sarah don't like when
that happens, because then they have to get by on as little as one
treatment a day. But we all think they shouldn't get too dependent on
getting fucked for their concentration.
We must all have good chemistry or something. Both women gave birth to
little baby boys right on schedule. Everything seemed so happy that a
year later we decided to try for one more pair. Instead, Holly gave
birth to a pair of fraternal baby boys, and Steffi produced a pair of
identical baby girls. Two pair. A happy household of three adults and
eight kids.
It's a funny mix of half-brother and half-sister relationships. Sarah
is no blood relation to Steffi's younger three kids, and Hayley isn't
to Holly's younger three, but otherwise they're all blood kin.
It all started with my split-second decision about how to answer one
key question. I can still hear Mrs. Tight asking, "Do you think you
could fuck that pussy?" she asked. "Get a full hard-on and shove it up
her cunt?" I can still see the slide of the cute little girl. And my
answer, "Yes!" Boy was I right. Oh yes, I can!