Vicky
was a girl of twelve. Cold dread filled her stomach. Not again! She was
on the rocks by the water's edge on the eastern side of the island
enjoying her book. It was a pretty secluded spot and she thought she
would have some peace.
"Where?"
"Over here."
"Oh, there's the little snot."
"Say, what are you reading, little retard?"
Vicky grasped the book against her, but her tormenters were stronger.
"Jane Austen. Wonder who that is. Is it a picture book? -- No, there
are words! I didn't think you could read."
"Here, let me see... Oops, I dropped it." Someone had flung the book
out into the water.
"Ouch! You're on my toe!" yelled Vicky.
"Oh, I'm sorry!"
"Still wetting the bed?" The girl switched to a mock version of a
toddler's voice, "Does de widdle baby need diapers?"
Twice
now she had wet the bed. The first time had been a mystery, though
somehow the girls knew the next day. The second time she woke while her
hand was still in the bowl of warm water -- just as she had let go
enough urine to soak the bed once more.
"Do you know how babies are made, Vicky?" The girl shoved her middle
finger in and out of a tube she formed with her other hand.
"Yeah, why don't you show her where your pussy is, so maybe she can
find hers!"
The
girl who had stepped on her feet said, "Sure!" She pulled down her
pants and panties and turned so her butt was right in front of Vicky's
face.
"See, it's right there!" she said, pointing to her anus.
"Leave me alone!" wailed Vicky, fighting back tears.
"Oh,
is the widdle baby snot-face crying? Maybe we better carry you to your
momma, poor baby," sneered one of the gang. She started to take one of
Vicky's arms while another girl took the other, but the frantic girl
kicked out strongly enough that they thought better of it.
"Ah, leave her alone," one said. "But you better go find that library
book!"
When
the girls were out of sight, Vicky cried. They had bumped her in the
dining hall so she had dropped her tray three times. Somehow some feces
had found its way into her shoe, which she discovered as she went to
put it on. This had been going on for five days now.
She knew
what she had done. She had decided once and for all that she was not
going to let Roger paw her over. He had been very nice about it, but
the other girls had not. She had not helped matters by calling them
dirty sluts and whores when they first started razzing her.
"Those girls are tormenting Vicky! They're impossible! Why don't you do
something to punish them?"
"We've been over this before. All we have is Vicky's word against
theirs."
"Look, do you really think Vicky's going to drop her tray three times
unless somebody pushes her! I saw her that one time."
"Yes, well Olivia apologized for that one time. The others were just
Vicky being clumsy as far as I know."
"You know darn well that they're tormenting her because she won't let
Roger molest her."
"Well, it doesn't surprise me. As I recall she called the other girls
sluts and whores."
"They are sluts and whores." Samantha regretted that comment as soon
as it passed her lips.
"Oh,
are they now? I suppose then I am too. I seem to recall you spread your
legs for Roger outside of the bond of holy matrimony when you first got
here."
Samantha didn't reply.
"Listen, why don't you
leave? We have our way of doing things here, and you and your daughter
don't fit in. She's not happy. You're not happy."
"But you promised me that we could stay as long as we liked."
"Well, nobody's making you leave."
"But they're making Vicky's life hell!"
"Even if they are a little out of hand, girls will be girls."
"I can't believe you're just brushing it off."
"You
don't seem to get it, do you. You don't fit in. We have our ways of
doing things, and you look down on us. You and Vicky are well nourished
now and you've had your tropical vacation. Why don't you just go back
to New York and pretend we never found you? We never made a guarantee
you could stay here forever. It's a policy that has worked for us --
most of the time." Jane stopped and folded her arms before continuing.
"I'll
have you know that I was against it, but Roger has offered to help set
you up back in the US. You can have $2,000 up front, and $500 a month
for a year."
"What then? What if I can't get a job?"
We have a job for you."
"What kind of job?"
"It's at a factory farm in West Texas. Pigs, I believe."
"Yuck." Samantha sighed. "I think I'll try my luck in New York."
"Very well."
With
glum expressions, uncertain of their future, Samantha and Vicky boarded
the boat back to the main island. Coming off the boat was an attractive
young woman, smiling but looking kind of spacy. She was accompanied by
three daughters, adorable twins who were perhaps four and a rather
plain ten-year-old. All looked excited by the tropical paradise that
was to be their new home.
"I just don't want to do it! I don't mind if you and Hannah do."
"Thank
you for giving us permission," Nancy remarked sarcastically. She
thought this topic would come up again, and she was getting weary of it.
"I don't mind too much when he gets sexy with the other girls, but I
just don't want it myself!"
"Well, then don't," said Nancy quietly.
"But you know what happened to Vicky!"
"Yes, I do. Maybe you should choose whether you want to get sexy with
Roger or get tormented."
"Why does it have to be that choice? Why can't we go back to New York?"
Nancy
replied with some heat, "Do you remember New York? Do you remember the
bedbugs? No heat? How about Michael, when we were living with him? What
did you think of him? Remember that cut across your face?"
She switched to a milder tone. "Hannah and I are very happy here. Can
you just find a way somehow?"
"OK," said Allie, miserable.
"Or you could go talk to Roger and explain everything. He's
understanding," she said in jest.
Allie knew her mother was joking about seeing Roger, but she decided it
was a good idea.
"Hi,
Allie, come on in," said Roger, who lounged in his chair reading a
book. "What can I do for you?" It was unusual for a girl of eleven to
come see him all alone.
"I am not here because I want to have sex! I don't!"
"Oh, I didn't think so. No problem."
"I feel ooky about the sex. I know I'm not supposed to, but I do!"
Roger
felt some satisfaction at what he had accomplished. He had created a
social environment where an eleven-year-old felt she needed to explain
why she wasn't willing to have sex with an older man!
"That's fine, Allie, you never have to do anything you don't want."
"But
you know what happened to Vicky! And my mommy and Hannah like it so
much they won't think about going back. I don't have any choices!" And
with that, she started crying. Not just sniffling, but bawling.
That was very unusual.
Roger
felt for the dear, and hugged her as best he could sitting beside her
on the sofa. Sometimes his little vigilantes went too far. Nancy was
hot, and Hannah -- well, Hannah was special! Probably the sexiest girl
on the island -- or one of them. It really would be fine with him if
Allie stayed out of the sex entirely as long as he could have Nancy and
Hannah -- but the gang of girls wouldn't see it that way.
As the
girl sobbed away next to him, Roger's first resolution was that he
would find a way. Allie could stay, and the girls wouldn't give her a
hard time. He would figure something out.
Sobs gave way to sniffles.
He was creative. He had overcome obstacles far more serious than this.
After a minute, he smiled.
"I
have a plan," he said. "Why don't we say we've been doing lots of sexy
stuff here in private but don't do anything. We'll say that we never
want to do it in public. We'll say it was my idea."
"But wouldn't they find out?"
"We'd have to lie, I guess. Or maybe we could find a way that's pretty
much true."
"What do you mean?" Allie asked as she sat up. She had been leaning
against Roger as she cried, his arm around her shoulder.
"Well, let's pick something you don't want to do. Like letting me touch
your chest."
"OK."
Roger
sat up straight beside Allie, shut his eyes and put his hands out in
front of him, then said, "Well, first let's make sure this really is
private." He rose to lock the door and pull the shades. Then he sat
again, closed his eyes and put his hands out in front of him, sliding
his hands sensuously over the chest of an imaginary girl in front of
him.
"You stand up Allie, not right in front of me, but standing so you can
imagine you're right here in front of me."
Allie stood about three feet to his right.
"Mmmm,
that feels so nice, Allie, mmmm. Now you shut your eyes and pretend I'm
pawing your chest. So later you can tell people how you let me paw your
chest. Can you do that?"
"OK, I guess," she said uncertainly.
"My
hands are all over your chest, rubbing against your nipples. They're
sort of breasts, actually, and I'm very curious to see what they look
like."
"Well you can't!" said Allie decisively.
"OK, OK. Now I'm going to reach in and nibble on your ears."
After a moment, Allie said, "It tickles!" and giggled.
Thatta girl! Roger thought. She had the idea. Roger smiled but kept his
eyes closed.
"You're
in your shorts standing right in front of me, and I think your thighs
are very sexy. I want to rub my hands all over them. I'll swirl one
hand up the inside of your right thigh, and the other up your left. You
have to spread your legs a little so I can swirl towards the back too."
"Yuck. You can't do that."
"Well,
you don't want the other girls to give you a hard time, right? So
you're letting me do it anyway? You're convincing yourself it's OK."
"All right," Allie said reluctantly.
"Your skin is so soft and supple. It feels just wonderful. So I'm
swirling around more and more."
"I think it's kind of gross, but maybe not all that bad. It doesn't
actually feel bad, if you know what I mean."
"Yeah, I do."
The man sat with eyes closed, hands reaching out to the imaginary girl
in front of him.
"But
you have those cute shorts on, and I'm really interested in what's
inside them. Panties, I'm sure. So I'm going to rub my hands over your
crotch, back and forth, feeling your warm body inside."
"OK," Allie said, without great enthusiasm.
"You have to take your shorts off, Allie, so I can feel your panties."
Roger peeked long enough to see Allie pretend to pull her shorts down
and step out of them as she stood with eyes closed.
"Now
I can feel your little girl mound much better, it's just one thin layer
of cloth away now. And I'm running my hands along your smooth skin and
smooth silky panties and the elastic between. I want to slip my fingers
inside, and I look at you for permission. What do you do?"
"I gulp and frown but I want the girls to accept me so I nod and let
you."
"Yes!
OK, now my fingers are inside, and I feel those magical little flaps of
skin and I'm so excited. Can you feel how happy you're making me?"
"Yeah. It helps a little, but I still really don't like it."
"I really want you to pull your panties off. Are you going to?"
"Ugh," she sighed, then said, "It kind of tickles with your fingers up
under the cloth. Well, OK."
Roger chuckled and he thought he could sense Allie smiling.
"So are they off yet?"
"There, now they are."
"So
I'm really excited by seeing your lower parts naked like that. I'll ask
you to lie back on the edge of the bed with your legs wide apart."
Roger
heard Allie sit on the bed. He opened his eyes to peek briefly, and saw
with some disappointment that while she was in the requested position,
she still had her shorts on.
"I'm so happy to see your privates
all laid out naked. I can barely stand it. So I lower my head to
approach your naked parts with my tongue, but I look up to see if
you'll let me. Will you?"
"Um, yes."
"Now I'm going to
lick, but also use the fingers of both hands to open up your flaps so
my tongue can get in deeper to lick all around."
"OK." Roger
heard a change in tone, a certain mischief in her voice, when she said,
"Then you decide you want to play with my butt hole, so you move your
fingers down there. I lift my hips up a little so you can get at it
better."
"But I don't like playing with butt holes."
"Well, so what? We're just pretending, right?"
He smiled. He decided he liked Allie a whole lot. "OK. It's exciting, I
guess."
"Now you take a finger and you shove it right up inside my poop hole."
"Yuck! Well, OK, I did it. And I guess I'm real excited, even though I
didn't think I would be?"
"Right! Now you wiggle it back and forth, then pull it out and smell
it."
"Ewwww! Yuck. OK, maybe we've pretended enough for today."
Both
opened their eyes. Allie had a broad grin, then quickly sat up,
apparently a little embarrassed to be lying back on the bed with her
pelvis up, even though she was dressed.
Roger reached down to adjust his erection inside his shorts.
"And I see that your thingie got all hard in your pants."
Did
she want more? Roger stood up and said, "Yup. Then I start to pull my
own shorts down so you can see my hard thingie, but I stop to see if
that's OK with you."
"Sure!"
He pretended to pull his shorts down.
There was a silence. He could almost hear Allie thinking. When she
spoke it was in a softer tone.
"But you realize you were just pretending so you go back to really pull
them down."
Roger's eyes opened and he looked at her. "Really?"
Allie looked down.
"So,
was I pretending to pretend, or just pretending? Now should I pretend
to pull them down, or ... should I really pull them down?" he asked.
"Well, if you want," she said shyly.
Roger
pulled his shorts and briefs down. Although he had done it a million
times before, he was excited to be exposing his stiff cock for a girl
to look at.
He turned back and forth so she could see it from different angles, and
he absently took it in his hand and stroked it lightly.
Allie shut her eyes again. "So then you walk over so I can touch it."
Roger started to walk over, but Allie opened her eyes quickly. "No,
that part's just pretend!" she said.
"Oh, OK," said Roger, disappointed. "So are we through for today?"
"No," said Allie, shutting her eyes again.
"So now you're standing right in front of me, and I take hold of your
cock with one hand."
Roger stood several feet away, eyes open and looking at the beautiful
girl. "OK," he said.
Her
one hand looked to be holding his cock by the base while her other
caressed very gently. He'd love it if she was doing that for real --
but there was a novelty to this, and a little subtle excitement too.
"OK, now we're done," said Allie.
Roger pulled his pants up and Allie sat up.
"Now you have something you can tell the girls, right? And I can
support your story too."
"I can tell them we really did those things?"
"Sure!"
"OK. Thanks so much."
She started approaching him for a hug but thought better of it as he
indicated his still-stiff cock inside his shorts.
"You're welcome."
With that Allie was gone.
Roger
smiled at this new sort of play. With all the girls he was fondling and
women he was fucking, this little bit of just pretending to do
something was surprisingly exciting.
During the next session of
the big girl group, the others assumed she would be stripping now like
the rest of them, but Roger said, "No, Allie and I have our own special
thing going in private."
Allie came to find Roger the next day.
Once behind the locked door, she smiled. "That's working pretty well. I
told them what we did, and it was easy to lie because we had pretended
everything."
"Great!" Roger suddenly had a thought. "Did you tell that stuff about
your butt hole?"
"No. You wouldn't actually do that, right?"
"Smart
girl!" he said. He was worried he'd have to either start playing with
girls' butt holes or add another detail of deception if he pretended to
be doing it in private.
They had an imaginary session where she
took her T-shirt off and he played at length with her nipples. There
was some back and forth as he imagined what they looked like, and she
corrected him a little. No, there were no big dark circles with a
nipple in the middle. Just a nipple. Small, light circles maybe. They
ended that session with him pretending to just play with her labia with
his fingers and not using his tongue.
The two of them had a good time imagining the sex they weren't having,
and they laughed and joked.
As their fourth session together was coming to a close, Allie said
shyly, "Here's something else to imagine."
"OK."
"Shut your eyes."
"OK."
"Imagine you lie on the bed, over to one side."
"OK."
"Can you do it for real?"
"Sure," Roger said.
"Now let's imagine you ask me to come lie next to you, just to lie
there."
Allie lay beside him on the bed for real, as Roger looked.
"No, shut your eyes!"
"Oh, sorry."
"Then you ask if I can turn and snuggle against your side."
"OK, I've imagined that."
Allie really did turn to snuggle against him, but his arm was in the
way.
Roger said, "So, I'll ask if I can put my arm around you?"
"Yeah, that would be nice!"
She lay between his arm and his body, her head on his shoulder. She
just lay close to him, her knees touching his thigh.
As
they lay like that, Roger felt a different kind of warmth well up
inside him. This beautiful girl was snuggled against him because she
took comfort in his touch. It felt sweet. Kind of like a father with a
daughter, he thought. He liked the feeling.
They lay like that for half an hour before she got up, smiling.
"Should I tell them we did that?" she asked, her eyes searching his.
"No," Roger said, "let's keep that a secret between us." He was
surprised how strongly he felt about it.
She gave him a big smile.
He
thought about it later. She really was remarkable. Although she knew
she was just one among dozens and dozens of women and girls on the
island, she had gone right to him, all alone, and described her
problem. She had cried hard, trusting him with her feelings.
She
was hopeful he could find that she could not get sexy with him and not
get tormented by the other girls. She had gone along with his pretend
game.
Then she used a little more of their pretend play to
snuggle against him. Usually the only way girls and women got to
snuggle with him was after sex.
He looked forward to their
snuggling sessions, and suggested she come see him every day. Sometimes
she fell asleep, which touched him deeply.
Nancy and Roger lay in each other's arms after a fine bout of
lovemaking.
"Roger?" she asked.
"Mmmm?"
"You know you and Allie?"
She felt his body stiffen a little.
"She's told me what you really do together."
"Oh," said Roger, "ummm."
"Or
at least I think she's telling me the truth. She snuggles up against
you and you put her arm around you, and there's nothing sexy going on."
"Ummm," said Roger, but he didn't contradict her.
"You're so honest about everything else around here, everything's so
open, but why is that a secret?"
Roger
hesitated a little, then said, "OK, I'll be honest about the fact that
I don't know why I don't want to be honest about that, but it makes me
uncomfortable."
"As far as I can tell, she thinks of you as her daddy. She never knew
her daddy."
"That's too bad."
"Maybe you think of her like your daughter, a little, and you don't
want people to know that."
"No, that's not it."
"So, if she decided she was OK with doing sexy stuff with you, would
you do it?"
Roger's initial thought was that of course he would, but then he
stopped because he knew Nancy was on to something.
"Would you?"
"If
she asked me to, it would be hard to turn her down." He realized that
was pretty different from the case with most girls, where he was eager
to be sexual if they consented, even if only grudgingly.
"You feel like her daddy to her, and maybe she feels like your daughter
to you. And maybe you're not really into incest."
"Oh, I think that's pretty far-fetched," he said.
But
she continued, "Maybe it would ruin your self-image to admit there was
a pretty girl you didn't want to fondle or have sex with."
It
took Roger a couple days, but among his many virtues was flexibility.
He wasn't stubborn, and if he had been wrong about something, he
admitted it.
He let it be known that for some reason, he thought of Allie kind of
like a daughter and didn't want to be sexual with her.
The
other girls were mad when they found Allie had been lying about being
sexy with Roger, but she was now off the hook because of her special
status. She no longer fit in with the girls her age when it came to
anything related to sex. She found herself playing with the younger
kids and hanging out with the adult women.
Roger
had arranged to see Tina alone, and he gently suggested she strip. She
was a little embarrassed by her changing body but thrilled by his
appreciation of it.
"Oh, look at your breasts," he said with
reverence, as they came into his view. "They're so beautiful. Not full
breasts, really, but I can see where there's a little more flesh there,
and your nipples just enlarging a little. It's such a treat to see a
girl at just this in between stage, and you're so beautiful this way!
Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" he said, leaning in to kiss her
cheek several times.
"I'm glad they make you happy," said Tina, still a little shy.
"Would you mind lying on the bed, so I can touch them properly."
"OK,
if you want," she said. Like most of the girls, she was usually happy
to show off her body to make Roger happy. Roger was cool, and it was
such a simple thing, to let him look at her and play with her. It was
just her body, after all.
As she lay back, Roger descended and
she saw him feasting his eyes as he looked at her chest. His hands
rubbed over the breasts gently, gliding slowly around her nipples.
"Could I lick them?" he asked.
He liked licking nipples, whether there were breasts or not, and she
never had a problem with it.
Once
more she felt his tongue moving all over her little bulges, but then he
didn't just lick her nipple, it was big enough that he actually took it
in his mouth. And then he started sucking rhythmically.
Tina
felt something stir. She had felt a little tingling of it before during
their most recent sexy episode, but now it was stronger -- undeniable.
Her hips squirmed a little. This must be the beginning of sexy
feelings! He noticed and smiled.
"Can I play with you down there too?" he asked.
She
didn't hesitate, and squirmed a little more as he slid his hands up
under her green skirt. As he removed the skirt and panties, she wasn't
thinking just of how happy it made him. She wanted it for herself.
"I'm so excited, Tina," he said. "Can I just pull your panties off?"
She nodded, then spread her legs wide without being asked.
"Oh,
a few more hairs! Look, see how silky they are? Another precious moment
when you're just starting to be a woman." He moved his face in close.
"Can I lick? Please?" he asked.
She
nodded. It had always felt a little good when he licked her clit, but
now there was a little more "edge" to it. This time he spent more time
than usual at her pussy opening.
"I know this is different,
Tina," he asked. "Would you mind terribly if I tried sticking my little
finger in your pussy? I think maybe it's time because now you are
really wet down here, just like a big girl would be. It's getting ready
to get some attention," he said.
She had to admit that she loved the idea.
"It might hurt a little; I'm not sure."
"That's OK," she said.
She
felt his fingers around her pussy area, felt them glide smoothly on her
wet skin as he used some of her own fluid to ease the motion. And then
she felt his finger pressing at her pussy hole. After a little more
pressure, she felt it slide -- inside her! He slid in further and
further, and it didn't hurt. Nothing had been up inside her before.
Then she felt him move the finger in and out, and that felt good too.
That was the motion of sex!
"That's so wonderful!" he said. "To get into you for the first time. It
makes me so happy!"
He
went back to licking as he continued moving in and out with his finger,
and it was totally clear to her: she liked sexy play, and wanted it
for herself, not just for making him happy!
When there little
session was over, Tina looked at the world a little differently. She
thought back to a few weeks before when she had seen Roger do it with
Taylor.
Taylor had announced that that she had let Roger stick
it in her all the way. The big girls often met with Roger alone, but
she was proud and wanted everyone to see. Roger was happy to do it with
a half dozen girls watching.
Tina had seen Roger have sex plenty
of times, but it really hit home to see him do it with a girl so close
to her in age. There was that cock of his, and somehow Taylor's little
pussy expanded to take the whole thing in, and both of them had moaned
and gasped. And then to see her straining up against him, adoring each
of the in-and-out motions -- it fascinated her. Taylor was laid out
with legs spread wide, putting her pussy where his cock could get at
it. He strained and pumped inside her, his slick cock shaft appearing
and disappearing with every stroke.
Taylor had looked up and seen the other girls watching her, and smiled.
"He's doing it to me!" she said proudly.
"I'm about to come in you!" Roger said, straining, face furrowed with
his pleasure.
"Yes, yes! Do it to me!" Taylor looked up intently at the man above
her. "You're getting so big!"
Roger
didn't say anything, but his fast in and out motion slowed a bit and
his strokes got deeper, pushing Taylor up on the bed a little.
"Oh, Taylor!" he yelled out.
Taylor yelled too, her face scrunched up. She had had an orgasm from
his cock up her pussy!
Taylor
had not been looking up at him calmly, appreciating how much he liked
it -- the way most of them had reacted to his sexy touch up to that
point. She wanted that cock to drive into her, whether it felt good to
him or not. It obviously did feel very good to him, of course. Now she
understood where Taylor's feeling had come from -- she too wanted sexy
touch for its own sake.
Tina recalled that scene as she lay in
bed that night, then recalled the sensation of Roger sucking her
nipples, licking her clit, and poking his finger up inside her. She had
played with herself a little before, but she really wanted to find out
what an "orgasm" was like. She felt her pussy get wet. She took some of
the wetness and rubbed it around her nipple and pulled, imitating a
little the sensations she had as he was sucking her. She used more of
her juices on the middle three fingers of her other hand as she glided
over her clit. She rubbed too hard and it stopped feeling good.
She
found a pressure and speed that felt just right, and followed the
pleasure and felt it build. She then thought of Taylor's hunger as she
opened her pussy to Roger and that expression on her face as she had
cried out, and Tina felt her own wave of pleasure breaking. It felt
wonderful, and after she had kept that amazing feeling going for
several seconds, she let up and felt truly satisfied. She was getting
to be a big girl.
She knew that Roger really loved having sex
with a girl for the first time, and the younger the girl the better.
Taylor reported that he had wanted sex with her twice a day for three
days, and he came inside her pussy every time. He never gave a girl
that much attention, so he must have loved it at a whole different
level.
Tina was younger than Taylor and had less in the way of
hips, hair, and boobs. She wanted to make Roger happy like that. The
idea of his big cock up her pussy was exciting but also scary.
She
decided to borrow the three dildos, known as Baby Roger, Boy Roger, and
Stud Roger. She waited until she was all wet and close to an orgasm
when she worked Baby Roger into herself. It was bigger than Roger's
little finger, and it hurt! Her sexual excitement plummeted, but she
kept pressing with Baby Roger. The good news was that once it was in an
inch or so, the rest went in easily.
A few days later she found
that Baby Roger went right in without any discomfort, and she shoved it
in and out as she brought herself to orgasm with the fingers of her
other hand. She moved up to Boy Roger. That hurt too, and as she pushed
it past the point of resistance, she felt a sharp pain and was shocked
to see red blood flowing. She knew that might happen as she broke her
hymen, but it looked like a lot of blood! But the blood stopped on its
own and within a couple days Boy Roger slid into her smoothly as well.
She left it in herself all the way as she gave herself an orgasm. It
was exotic and exciting to be so full like that.
When she moved
on to Stud Roger, it hurt a lot when she tried pressing it in. The pain
was too much and she worried about hurting herself. The second time was
no better. It was so fat! The pain would have convinced many girls to
wait another year or two. But Tina was determined. She knew how much he
really wanted to get into her, she wanted to make him happy, and she
also wanted to impress the other girls. She was determined. The third
time she just jammed Stud Roger into herself hard, all at once. She
cried out loud from the pain of that, and her pussy stayed sore for
four days. But when she did it again it only hurt a little, and then
she got to the point where she could slide Stud Roger back and forth
easily.
She saw the real Roger regularly; he was particularly
attentive because she was on the cusp of puberty. When she started the
process of stretching herself, she didn't let Roger into her panties
any more. She didn't want him to know what she was doing and was afraid
he'd be able to tell by feeling or looking. He was perplexed by her
sudden shyness but told her not to worry -- girls sometimes didn't move
towards more and more sexual activity in a straight line. She focused
on him instead, getting him to lie back naked while she stroked his
cock. She liked making him happy, but it took her time to adjust to the
feel of his cock in her mouth. She took it in her mouth deeper and for
longer at a time.
Then she was ready.
Their play had
proceeded to a usual point. He sucked her nipples enthusiastically,
commenting reverently that they were a little bigger each week. He
stroked the crotch of her panties as she lay with her legs spread wide.
He gave her a final pat there to signal he was done with her for the
day, when she stopped him.
"Roger, could you take my panties off?"
"You sure, Tina?"
"Yeah."
Roger eagerly pulled them down after she lifted her hips, then he
started caressing his hands on her wet girl spots.
"Would you get on top of me and poke your penis against my privates,
kind of like you do for sex?"
"You really want that? Wow!" said Roger.
"I can make it better if I get my hands all soupy with my juices and
make a little tunnel, right?"
"Right, but you don't have to --"
"I want to!"
Roger lay on Tina, his cock pressing back and forth as Tina's slick
hands made a little fake vagina.
"Oh, that is just so nice," moaned Roger.
"Can you poke harder against my little pussy?" Tina asked.
"OK," he said, and she felt the firm pressure of his cock as she aimed
it right at her pussy hole.
"Can you press even harder?" she asked, trying to contain her
excitement.
"Oh, you know that if I press harder it's going to hurt you."
"Please?"
"No, Tina, you'll regret it."
"I promise I'll tell you if it hurts," she said.
"Well, OK," he said.
His penis tip pressed harder.
Her engorged, wet pussy lips opened.
"Tina? That's strange." he said. His concern for her outweighed his
lust -- for the moment.
Tina seized her moment. She grabbed Roger's hips and pushed her into
him.
"Tina!" he said, astonished.
"I fit Stud Roger in, so I'm fine. Come in me, Roger. Please?"
"Oh, Tina!" he said, with shock and excitement. "Tina, Tina!"
She was pretty sure his orgasm started right then, but he pressed into
her five times before she felt his cock twitch slightly.
Roger's
actual cock was the same size as Stud Roger, and it felt similar, but
so much better. It was firmly attached to Roger, emerging from his body
right down there -- it was Roger. And there was the rest of the man,
ecstatic and pumping her full of sperm while she was so excited to know
he was doing it. She didn't have an orgasm, but she hadn't expected to.
Roger kept thrusting and thrusting after his orgasm had died down, and
finally he slid out and lay beside her.
"Whatever
made you stretch yourself like that, Tina? That was so amazing, I can't
believe it! How could you do that without hurting yourself? You're so
young!"
"It did hurt a little," she said, making light of the pain she had felt.
He
kissed her everywhere, babbling with excitement. Twenty minutes later
he asked if he could do it again, and Tina was delighted to accept him
once more.
Tina couldn't wait to spread the word -- and Roger
talked plenty about his amazing Tina too. He wanted to do it with her
every day for two weeks, and he came up her pussy every single time.
When he added in a little expert finger work on her clit she started
coming every time too.
Tina thought of doing it for the group
like Taylor had, but she didn't want to be a copycat. Taylor did a
pretty good job hiding her envy. Roger had the idea of getting her,
Taylor, and a slightly older girl to have a sort of fuckfest where he
would do all three of them at once with the other big girls watching.
When the idea came from him and involved Taylor as well, Tina was OK
with it, and tried not to show just how proud she was.