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An Enthusiastic Fucking
by Sterling
Chapter 3 of 11
Naomi
died. Naomi wasn't a close friend of Cathy's, but she was a classmate.
She was the first girl to die who they had known personally. Cathy was
pretty shaken up about it, but it troubled Jon and Alison too.
Naomi's
mother Judy always seemed a little peculiar. She was raising Naomi
alone and worked long hours. It was Naomi herself who called her friend
Anne when she had been sick for over a day. Anne wasn't sure what to
do, but after a couple hours told her mother Phoebe. Phoebe tried
calling Judy, but she didn't answer her cell phone and Naomi's phone
connected her only to Naomi, who tearfully confirmed her situation.
Phoebe was reluctant to intervene, but finally decided to pick Naomi up
and bring her to their house.
They contacted the IAGDS Center,
which insisted on a delay because they weren't Naomi's legal guardians
and they hadn't allowed long enough to reach Judy. This delay turned
out to be a misunderstanding about how long Naomi had been experiencing
symptoms.
Phoebe's husband Paul detected in himself no glimmer
of sexual interest in young girls. The two of them bravely started
making calls to acquaintances. They tried to describe Naomi accurately,
noting her pudginess. After four attempts Paul found a colleague who
agreed to try. Naomi was less attractive than usual from her ordeal of
vomiting and that man couldn't manage to get it up and left,
complaining that Paul had misrepresented the girl.
When the
agency's time requirement had been met, it was an especially busy time
and there was a four-hour delay. The first man who could make it found
Naomi to be lethargic, barely waking up for her weak retching fits. He
reported the situation back to the agency immediately and did his
personal best. The agency sent two more men in a hurry. All managed to
give the girl an energetic fucking, but it was too late.
As they settled into bed that night, Jon spoke.
"I'm thinking maybe I ought to volunteer," he said.
He could sense Alison stiffen. "I was afraid you'd do that before long."
"Naomi died -- girls are still dying all the time."
"You couldn't have saved Naomi."
"There was that four-hour delay. There ought to be plenty of men so
that isn't an issue."
Alison was silent a moment. "And this is all altruism, right? Just for
the sake of the girls?"
"Yes!"
"It's a chore to have an orgasm?"
"Well, not usually, of course. But if a girl is kind of ugly or really
sick, it might be."
Another pause. "Jon, when you were having sex with Cathy, what were you
thinking? I mean, what was it like?"
"I
was worried. I was really wishing I didn't have to do it. The first
time, I was thinking of you." That wasn't entirely true, but it was
close enough. "The second time -- you know, I was desperate, so I did
everything I could -- kissing, fondling her everywhere, you name it."
"Yeah, but how did you feel about it?"
"I
don't know. It's really complicated. I love Cathy with all my heart.
She's got a beautiful body -- well, even if she were a boy it would be
beautiful, right? A child's body. You know what I mean about that. It
felt like that kind of love was part of it, and then of course she
needed sex."
"But you had to feel it too, right? You had to want to fuck her?
You don't get a hard-on when someone's repulsive, right?"
"Cathy's not repulsive!"
"No,
but she ought to be sexually repulsive. Especially to you! Why would
you want to do it to a little girl! Your daughter no less!"
"So you wish I hadn't done it to her?"
"No,
no, of course not. It's just... Now you want to go fuck other little
girls who aren't your daughter, who aren't your responsibility. What
kind of a guy would do that?"
"A guy who cares about the lives of innocent children!" he answered
indignantly.
"Yeah, but what kind of a guy could do that? Go
looking for it?"
"Oh,
I see." John continued heatedly, "Me. A pervert. A sick, disgusting man
who deserves to be castrated, of course. Is that what you want me to
say?"
"No. I don't know! It's just..."
"Listen, I think
Angry Scientist had a very good point. Not that I don't hate the guy --
I can't imagine a torture slow and painful enough to give him what he
deserves. But I think he was right about a couple things. Do you hate
gay men?"
"Of course not."
"Gay men like to have other
guys jam their cocks into their butts. Or -- you're a woman. Lesbians
like to lick out other girls. The idea makes your skin crawl, right?"
Alison didn't answer -- they both knew how she felt about that.
"But
it's just the way they are. So pedophiles like the idea of fucking
little girls. They never actually did it, of course, except the sickos.
And guys like me who love women, we never thought about it. But now
Angry Scientist takes naked little girls, sticks their wet little twats
in front of us and says, 'If you don't fuck her she's gonna die!' And
so in some guys anyway, it opens something up. Our bodies say, 'OK,
that sounds good! Let's go for it!' And judging from what happened with
Cathy, I might be one of them."
Alison didn't answer that
outburst, but before long Jon felt her hand on his pajamas between his
legs, lightly swirling. How many years had it been since she'd
initiated sex? Something about it troubled him, but he put it out of
his mind. At the moment, his wife was suggesting sex, was trying to get
him hard, and she was succeeding. He turned and kissed her, and she
removed her hand from between his legs. And from that point on they
were engaged in the specific ritual of their sexual encounters. They
kissed for a little, then stopped to get fully undressed. He sucked on
one breast while his fingers descended between her legs. At somewhere
between five and ten minutes, she whispered, "I'm ready" in a way that
he had decided over the years meant she was about to do him a big
favor. He then got out of bed and climbed onto the armchair in the
corner of the bedroom. He pushed up on the tile of the dropped ceiling
and reached in to find a packet of condoms. Alison felt it was
inappropriate to leave them anywhere Cathy would find them even if she
went snooping. He returned to the bed, sheathed himself in rubber and
lay on his back. He suddenly realized that that condom was probably
expired. He usually made a point of replacing them every six months so
that would never be an obstacle to sex if she yielded to one of his
tentative advances. But in the wake of Cathy's sickness it had slipped
his mind. But he certainly wasn't going to raise the issue now.
He
lay on his back and felt the usual excitement at seeing his wife rise
above him and then descend, engulfing his cock on the way. She had
gotten thicker around the middle since Cathy was born, though at least
she hadn't ballooned out like some of those other mothers he knew. She
was still plenty sexy, and he adored the feeling of her warm and wet
vagina caressing him as she went up and down. His role was to stay
still and lightly caress her breasts, hips, and back. After half an
hour of moving in the way that was just right for her, he felt her
motions get more intense and focused, punctuated with little gasps, and
then he knew by her one loud gasp that she had come. She let herself
flop down onto him, making little sighs of contentment.
He was
now free to some extent. He could either hold her pelvis up off his a
little and thrust away, or he could turn her over and do her in the
missionary position. Tonight he opted for the latter. When she was
settled comfortably on her back with legs spread, he plunged into her
again and began a vigorous fucking. She lay back, relaxed and
motionless, patting his back absentmindedly. Jon had to be careful not
to go in too far or it would hurt her when he gave her a deep bump. And
he knew he'd better finish up in five minutes or so because she would
get tired of it -- sore, she sometimes said. He let his excitement
build to orgasm and pulsed the tip of the condom full of his semen. It
really did feel very good. As soon as he was finished coming, he
followed the routine Alison had dictated years before, withdrawing and
going straight to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and wash his
penis and hands, lest any sperm cell accidentally end up where it
shouldn't.
By the time he returned, Alison was dressed in her pajamas once more,
Jon followed suit, and they lay down to sleep.
Usually
in the wake of sex he fell asleep quickly, but this night something
troubled him. Why had Alison initiated sex just then? Because she felt
threatened.
When their frequency of sexual intercourse had
fallen well below what he would have liked, he had waited a year.
Seeing no sign of recovery, he suggested that perhaps every couple
weeks or so she could let him get her excited enough to have sex for
his sake, even if it wasn't her very favorite thing to do. She had
reacted with horror, saying that sex was only appropriate when both
people wanted it from the bottom of their hearts; anything else was
akin to prostitution.
But now, when the act addressed her own
insecurities, this from-the-depth-of-the-soul criterion no longer
applied. He felt a surge of anger. But he also felt sleepy and sexually
satisfied, and his anger dulled.
He was going to volunteer for
sex with the girls, though. He reflected with a touch of bitterness
that he would probably get more sex at home as well as sex with the
girls. And he was going to enjoy the sex with the girls. He was going
to enjoy it a lot.
When
Jon arrived at Tina's house, he could hear her retching. Her mother let
him in but hurried back to her daughter. When the mother reappeared,
she said, "Thank you so much, Mr. Ferber, thanks so much for doing this
for us."
The video of 10-year-old Tina had shown a smiling girl
with brown hair and brown eyes, not remarkable in any dimension or
characteristic. What he saw upon entering her bedroom was a pale face,
those brown eyes wide open with fright. She was in the fetal position,
clutching a sheet up around her neck.
He sat on the side of the bed and rested his hand on her shoulder.
"Hi,
Tina. Sorry you're feeling so bad. I'm so sorry we have to do this --
it's not anything a girl your age should have to do, right?"
Tina nodded.
"But it's to save your life, right?"
Tina nodded again, but tears welled up in her eyes.
Jon undressed without fanfare. His cock was not hard.
"Let's see what we've got under that sheet," he said playfully.
She didn't pull it back herself and she didn't exactly let go when he
tugged on it. She let him tug it out of her hands.
Although
he knew what to expect, he was still shocked -- and thrilled -- to see
the naked girl beneath the covers -- bare legs and arms, of course, but
also naked chest, and no panties! Her cute little labia marked her
without question as a girl. And he wasn't going to just steal glances
at those labia, he was going to explore within, explore deeply, and
satisfy his profound curiosity -- and desire.
As Jon feasted his
eyes, his cock filled with blood. He sat on the bed next to her. There
was a mismatch, however. The body below was luscious and inviting, but
the face was frightened and anxious. She was even trembling a little.
He
wondered how he could make it better for her. "Tina, we have a bunch of
choices. You are a beautiful girl, you know. Could I kiss you? That
would be fun. But it's only if you want -- you don't need to. Yes?"
The girl shook her head slightly.
"OK, no kissing. Could I touch your chest? I love touching a girl's
chest, but it's totally up to you."
The girl shook her head again.
"You've got to lie on your back, you know," he said, obviously needing
to get her out of the fetal position.
She straightened out slowly and tentatively.
"OK, let's see what we've got down here," he said, kneeling below her.
He tried nudging her legs apart, but she resisted.
"This
part you don't have any choice about, I'm afraid," he said gently. "Not
if you want to live. Come on, it's not going to be so bad."
At that, the girl opened her legs a little and let Jon open them the
rest of the way.
"You're beautiful down here too," he said.
She said nothing.
Engaging her along these lines wasn't working. "You want just the bare
minimum, eh?"
The girl nodded.
"OK," he said, "but when you think back on it, remember that I wanted
to kiss you and touch you and make love to your body, OK?"
He
had done his best to deal with the anxious face. Now he felt no guilt
about just focusing on the body. He gently spread her pussy lips with
his fingers, and found that she was wet and stretchy, just like Cathy.
He could slide his middle finger in easily.
"OK, here goes," he
said, withdrawing finger and lining up his cock. Her wet heat caressed
his penis tip and heightened his already intense desire to slide
inside. Although she was tight, her vagina opened to accept his cock as
he fed it in, inch by inch.
"That feels so great, Tina, oh wow!"
he said. It would be wonderful if she was saying how great it felt too,
but her head was turned to the side, eyes staring at something on the
wall.
He lowered himself and began a gentle in and out motion.
It would seem kindest to give some gentle strokes and come quietly. He
could probably do that in under a minute. But...
"Well, Tina, it
would be great if you were having a good time, too. Since you're not,
I'm inclined to want to just finish up quickly. But to save your life,
they say, you've got to know you've been fucked, to really know it. So
pardon me, but now you get fucked," he said, realizing he had put a bit
of heat into the last statement. It was thrilling to say it, and he
felt no guilt because it was the truth.
Tina turned her head
towards him briefly and her eyes flashed before she turned away again.
But was that a trace of a smile on her face? No doubt about it.
His
job was to forget about Tina the sensitive girl with complicated
feelings and fuck Tina's smooth-skinned body. He lowered himself on
her, crushing her just a little, and worked her legs apart just a
little more with his knees before beginning a fast, deep fuck.
"Oh,
baby, that feels great!" he said. "You're so hot!" He pumped away,
following his natural instinct to get his cock in as far as it would
go. Her vagina was big enough to take him in all the way -- unlike his
own wife, he thought with a flash of annoyance.
He wallowed in
the joy of the girl's flesh, only glimmers reaching him of how wrong
this would be if her life didn't depend on it. Ignoring the glimmers,
he went on with the joy of fucking, feeling satisfaction at all levels.
"Oh,
Tina, you feel fantastic. They say you've gotta know you're being
fucked. Well you are. You're a fantastic fuck. And I'm getting ready to
ejaculate in you, shoot the sperm out." It was exciting to talk like
that. Ah, what the heck, why not go for broke. "You've got a hot cunt,
and I'm going crazy to cram my cock deep and fill your cunt with jism."
He gave an evil little laugh.
Tina turned her head up to face him, partly indignant but unable to
suppress her smile totally. "You're so bad!"
"Yep,
Tina -- very, very bad. You're getting royally shafted, and the sperm's
coming soon. You can feel my cock swell just before it spurts out if
you pay attention. Now it's time for radio silence."
He had been
holding his weight up on his elbows, but now he let his full weight
down on her and reached a hand under each side of her rear end and
grabbed a butt cheek hard. He let his head rest on the mattress next to
her, getting an excellent view of her tender young ear. He pounded her
with vicious abandon, feeling his pleasure build deliciously. "Unnh,
unnnh, unnnh, unnnh," he growled over and over. Just as he felt ecstasy
overtaking him, balls tightening and ducts opening, the girl started
writhing above him. Just as he splatted his second pulse of sperm deep
in her cunt he heard a horrid retching noise. Well, that did break the
mood somewhat, but he didn't stop. She needed to know she'd been
fucked. Besides, her cunt squeezed him extra tight when she retched. He
kept his over-swollen cock plunging deep as it spewed forth its
remaining shots. He didn't linger after his ejaculation stopped,
however. He slipped out and got her the basin from the bedside table to
spit out the little bit of vile fluid she had managed to wring from her
poor stomach.
"Mr. Ferber, is everything OK?" came an uncertain voice from the
hallway.
"Oh
yes, we're having a lovely time," he answered as Tina retched again. He
found a squeeze bottle of water and handed it to the sick girl so she
could rinse out, then handed her the damp washcloth.
Then Tina started laughing. Her laugh was interrupted by another retch,
but when it passed she laughed again.
Jon
was delighted that she found something humorous in the situation. "So,"
he said rising. "Do you remember what just happened? Did I give you a
back rub, read you a story, or fuck the living daylights out of you? Do
you remember which?"
"Yeah, poopy-head, you fucked me so hard you made me puke!"
"Good, good! I hope your body took that all in!"
"Yeah,"
she said, reaching between her legs and retrieving a blob of post-fuck
pussy goop. "Yeah, it took it in. Didn't have any choice when you peed
me full of this junk!" she said, sniffing it. "Ewwwww!"
"Yeah,
another way you know you've been fucked. Hey, taste it, I'm sure it's a
hell of a lot better than what you were just puking out."
She did, and made a face. "Can't taste a thing, actually," she said.
As Jon got dressed, the banter died down.
"I'm sorry I had to do that to you," he said solemnly. "And I really
hope it worked."
She reached out to him from the bed, and he offered his hand. She
squeezed it and gave a shy smile. "Thanks."
He turned to go. When his hand was on the doorknob, he felt something
cold and wet hit him in the back of the head.
"Poopy-head," said Tina. She had scored a bulls-eye with the
spit-clean-up cloth.