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An Enthusiastic Fucking
by Sterling
Chapter 4 of 11
Jon
gulped. The girl in the video looked like she was barely out of
diapers. She was four, actually, just a rather small four. She looked
bedraggled and wasn't very pretty to begin with. The video played over
a still picture of her from a happier day, and she did have a lively
smile.
Some man was going to have to fuck this girl or she'd
die. The caption said 27 hours. Girls were almost always safe if they
got an energetic fucking before 48 hours had passed, but everyone
wanted to allow time for things to go wrong.
He didn't see how
he could get it up for a 3-year-old -- and that's what she looked like.
He shook his head and went back to surfing the web.
But her
picture haunted him. He went back to look again. Lisette was the name.
Now it said 30 hours. He played the video again, and saw something he
hadn't before. As the video panned to the still picture, it passed
another picture showing three siblings: the oldest a brother, the next
another girl, and Lisette was the youngest. That older sister was
pretty cute. He felt a surge of shame at the thought that came to him
and quickly got up from the computer and paced in the hallway. Shame --
but her life was at stake. Sure, they'd probably find someone else. But
just in case.
He typed his answer: "Maybe. Is the big sister
around too? Might pull it off if I could play with her too? Sick idea,
sorry, but if there are no better options, I'll give it a try." He'd
been honest. No need to feel bad about things you do with a good heart
and good intentions, he said, remembering a quote from the Dalai Lama.
He put it out of his mind.
It was 19 minutes later he noticed a message in his general email. It
had been sent 6 minutes after he sent his.
"You're on! Please, please! Thank you! God bless you!"
"Hi,
Mr. Ferber, I'm so glad you could come! Thank you so much! I don't know
what we'll ever be able to do to repay you," gushed Mrs. Callahan.
"Whoa, hold it, thanks, it's nice to be appreciated, but let's wait to
see if we can get this to work."
"Lisette's in the bedroom, and she's not feeling so great. But here's
Michelle."
Michelle was 7, hardly a big girl herself. But she was healthy and
cheerful and as cute as the picture promised.
"Hi, Michelle," he said kindly.
"I
spoke with Michelle about what you suggested, and she said she'd be
happy to do anything to help save her sister. But -- what did you have
in mind?"
Jon hadn't scripted anything. "What would you be OK doing?" he asked.
"You mean with private parts and stuff?"
"Yeah," said Jon, shame washing over him. What was he doing
blackmailing a girl into letting him abuse her?
"You
can fuck me or stick things in my pussy if you want. Or up my bum hole.
Some of the girls say men like them to lick their cocks, and I'd do
that."
"Whoa!" said Jon. "I... I don't think I'd want anything like that."
Michelle
suddenly looked sad, and Jon came to her defense. "You know, Mrs.
Callahan, with so many of the girls getting this Lolita virus, they're
having to learn an awful lot very fast. And they talk."
"Yeah, I know," sighed her mother.
"It's very kind of you to offer all those things for the sake of your
sister," he said.
"Yes," said Mrs. Callahan, "It's very nice of you." She gave her
daughter a loving squeeze.
"Well, let's see Lisette," Jon said.
Just then they heard whimpering and a pitiful gagging and retching.
"Coming, Lisette, dear!" said Mrs. Callahan, leading the way. "Oh, my
poor baby!" Michelle followed her in.
Jon lingered in the hallway until the patient's stomach had calmed down
again, then entered. She was pale and her eyes dull.
"This is Mr. Ferber," said Mrs. Callahan softly. "He's here to help you
get better. He's going to, ummm..."
Jon was tongue-tied momentarily too.
Michelle
was plenty eloquent, however. "He's going to stick his penis up your
vagina, you know, down between your legs. First it gets really big,
then he sticks it in."
Lisette just nodded, and Jon found her calm unsettling.
"Well," stammered Mrs. Callahan. "Can I leave the three of you to it?
Anything I can get you?"
"No, I think we'll be fine," said Jon.
"Well!"
Jon said into an awkward silence. "First let's see what we've got
here." He stripped Lisette, and she seemed indifferent to being
positioned flat on her back, stark naked with her legs spread wide. She
was a little thing, but there between her legs was a slit that was not
the pale, dormant organ typical of one her age. It was flushed pink and
bigger. As Jon parted her lips, the moisture was apparent.
Michelle was leaning over his shoulder, watching with keen interest.
"Wow, I don't think I'm like that down there!"
"No, I'm sure you're not."
"That's all wet like that so you can stick it in easier?"
"Yeah."
Jon stripped. He wasn't hard yet, but that was OK.
"Should I strip too?" asked Michelle, taking off her shoes.
"No, no, you leave your clothes on for now," he said. She was wearing a
pink dress over white tights.
"Wow, your thing is bigger than my brother's!"
"Of course, I'm a grown-up. But it's still way too small to stick in
anyone." How easily he echoed the big sister's language.
He
looked at the pale young thing splayed out below him, his for the
taking. There was her pussy, big enough and certainly wet enough to
accommodate him. He touched it and slid his finger in a little. Hot,
too. Perfect spot for a hard penis. But the overall picture didn't
quite do it for him.
But here was Michelle.
"Kiss me," he said.
"Huh?"
"Kiss me, like a girlfriend would," he said.
"Oh,
OK," said the big girl. She reached in and gave him a big smooch on the
lips but then backed off, waiting for what came next.
No, kissing wasn't going to do it.
He
thought about this vibrant girl. She would do anything he asked within
reason. His cock swelled just thinking about it. She would suck his
cock. He could lick her anywhere -- even her pussy. He could fondle
her. He could even spank her, probably.
Now he was very hard. He
could probably just tell Michelle to leave, plunge into Lisette and
rather quickly get across to her that she had been enthusiastically and
zestfully fucked. And yet -- maybe it was good to be safe. Or maybe he
was a dirty old man. Whatever.
"Wow, it's big now!" said Michelle, spying his organ. "Is that as big
as it gets?"
"Yeah, it is. Here's what I'd like, Michelle," he said softly. "Are you
wearing panties under those tights?"
"Yeah. Is that OK?"
"Sure, it's OK -- "
"Can I watch when you fuck Lisette?"
"Umm,
probably, we'll see." He felt himself get a little harder at the
prospect. "But now, could you reach up under your dress -- carefully,
so I can't see, and pull down your tights almost to your knees, while
leaving your panties up in place."
"Ummm, sure," she said.
Getting the panties to stay up while the tights came down required some
back and forth, but she managed it.
Jon sat on the bed next to
the splayed out Lisette, watching Michelle tugging her clothing up and
down under her dress until she stood still beside him, mission
accomplished.
Looking into the big girl's eyes, he licked the
middle finger of his left hand, then slowly moved it below the hem of
her dress, then up under the dress and above to the space between her
thighs. The crotch of her tights formed a floor of this little cave,
and his hand felt the heat radiating from the thighs that formed the
walls. He raised his hand until he felt the panty cloth at her crotch,
then he worked his fingers under the elastic leading to her right leg
until they were in the much smaller cave formed by panties and girl
twat.
Michelle looked down, glancing up only occasionally with a
little embarrassment. Despite her matter-of-fact offer of anal sex, she
was still new to all this. No boy or man had ever put his finger where
his was now. He found her reaction charming and thrilling.
He
found her tender little slit and worked her lips apart gently with
index and ring finger, and then poked his wet middle finger between. He
wasn't sure exactly what part of her private girl parts his middle
finger was touching, but it was warm and soft.
After a moment of that, he withdrew his finger, said, "Thank you," and
turned to Lisette.
His cock was plenty hard to start sliding into her pussy.
"Oh!" moaned the little girl as she felt the start of the invasion.
"Sorry, Lisette," he said softly. "You should never have to have this
happen to you at this age."
"Oh!" she said again.
"Does it hurt, honey?"
"Just my tummy," she said, patting the organ that had been violently
convulsing for over a day now. "But it feels funny!"
Michelle
was jumping up and down with excitement to see this way of joining two
bodies that she had heard so much about but never seen.
"How does she have a hole big enough to fit it all in? Lisette, now you
get to have a zesty and enthusiastic fucking!"
Michelle had undoubtedly heard that phrase bandied about. But she was
right.
Lisette
really was a very small person. Joined as they were at the genitals,
the top of her head didn't reach Jon's chin. But he bent his head down
to be sure she got a loud rendition of his "Unnnh, unnnh, oooo, ahhhh"
sound track. He clutched her little hands in his and for several
seconds at a time let her feel his full weight on her.
The
bouncy girl beside him was something of a distraction, especially with
her tights still down around her knees. He had an urge to have her
expose those little lips he had felt with his fingertips not so long
before, disengage from the small, pale thing beneath him and shove his
cock up inside of the bigger girl. But in fact the vagina he was in was
well-sized for him, and Michelle's was way too small and immature.
"Enthusiastic fucking, enthusiastic fucking," Michelle kept saying to
herself.
He
figured a little commentary for Lisette would fill out the multi-modal
evidence that she had really been fucked. And he loved saying it, too.
"You feel so good, Lisette! Mmmmm! OK, I'm about to shoot you full of
sperm. Almost..."
His body was entirely enthusiastic at the
prospect of ejaculating in a young girl. The idea that an older girl
was chirping with excitement as she watched helped, as did knowing that
he could fondle that girl anyway he chose, too.
"Oooo, ahhh, Yeeesssss!" he said, doing his duty, feeling very good and
very satisfied.
He rolled off, panting.
"Wow! Cool!" said Michelle. "So, you've saved her life?"
"I hope so."
He
began to dress, thinking of what a wonderful win-win-win proposition
this was. Lisette got her life saved, Michelle got to satisfy some
major-league natural curiosity, and he got to feel virtuous -- along
with a deeply thrilling pleasure and sense of satisfaction.
"Hey,
look!" whispered Michelle. He turned, and she stood, tights and panties
down around her ankles, holding her dress up with both hands. The
little twat he had gently fondled earlier was now on display. "You like
it?"
"Oh yes, I like it very much."
He had a thought. As
part of his new volunteer job, he was going to come in contact with
many young girl pussies that had been enlarged and prepared by the
Lolita virus. Should he have a look at another one for comparison? As
long as it was being offered?
"Come here," he said.
The
cloth around her ankles restricted Michelle's walking, but with a
flurry of fast little steps and a giggle she was soon at Jon's side.
"Let
me see, just for comparison," he mumbled. Indeed, when he spread her
labia, her vaginal opening looked pale and quiet, both unused and
unusable, just as it should be.
He was peering at her from six
inches away. She had offered him access to her private parts to help
save her sister's life. As her recent display showed, she wasn't
traumatized about sharing herself that way. But still, there was
absolutely no justification for what he did next. It served no purpose
in helping save girls' lives. He slowly reached in and licked his
tongue all around the girl's dormant vaginal opening.
At the touch of his tongue, Michelle giggled but didn't pull away.
After a few seconds of licking, Jon lifted his head and patted her
butt. "OK, get dressed," he said.
He'd
enjoyed a perk, he decided. A perk of his job. What kind of a guy would
enjoy a perk like that? He shrugged. A guy like him, apparently. A
pervert. A socially vital pervert.
"OK, Mrs. Callahan," he
called. The anxious mother hurried to them. "She should be fine. At
least I've done everything a man could do."
"Oh, thank you so
much, you're so kind. I wish there was something I could do to repay
you. I was so worried about her and don't know --"
"Hey,
Lisette!" said Michelle in a loud voice above her mother's drone of
thanks, "Thank Mr. Ferber for the enthusiastic fucking!"
"Michelle!" her mother and Jon chided in unison.
"No, thank him!" persisted Michelle.
The tired little voice answered, "Thanks for the 'thusiastic fucking."
They all laughed.
"She looks better already, don't you think?" Mrs. Callahan said.