Angela
had the perfect woman's body, and she had offered it to me for the
fucking -- which I was doing with enthusiasm.
She
had exposed to me every inch of her creamy flawless skin, now a little
moist from exertion. Her flowing lustrous brown hair now flopped with
abandon all about her head and shoulders as she lay on her back. Her
delicate arms and hands were raised a little above her head in a
position of languorous surrender. Her small but shapely breasts
jiggled. I could see her cute little tummy and her modest hips. If I
glanced to either side I could see her delicate calves and small feet,
which were far out to the sides as she had spread her legs wide to
eagerly expose her feminine sex organs to my attentions.
Her
dark brown liquid eyes regarded me with gentle lust. I had asked what I
could do to give her pleasure, and she had said that just seeking my
own within the depths of her vagina would bring her to a fine climax.
My manly shaft shoving in and out would tug and tease her feminine
tissues to high excitement, and she would follow my building arousal
closely. When I rammed home to ejaculate -- her words! -- she would
follow to her own orgasm.
She had a 100% natural but sparse
bush, and her engorged labia had stretched to accommodate my intrusion.
There was no condom, as were both clean and she was on the pill. Her
vagina was tight, hot and wet, but not so wet it didn't tease me with
some excruciatingly exciting texture. It was already the best sex of my
life, and my pleasure was building rapidly towards climax, my thrusts
fast and deep, my cock almost painfully swollen.
She regarded me with eager excitement, following my pleasure just as
she said she would.
"Stop! Pull out right now!" she suddenly said.
"What?"
"Pull out!"
I
was confused, but I did as she asked. My swollen organ reappeared from
between her legs, slick from her juices. But all of my semen remained
within my body, to my great frustration. I hadn't doused her vagina
with my sperm as I so badly wanted to do.
"Why?" I asked with what I'm afraid was a bit of a whine.
She gave me a big smile then. "You're wonderful! Now go on back in... I
was loving it so much! You're a wonderful lover!"
There
was a special pleasure to sinking into her once more as it contrasted
with the unpleasant disruption. Once my cock had bottomed out, our
bodies took up where we had left off. Actually, I let my body go. I
wanted to splat her pussy with my sperm before she changed her mind
again. But like a perfect dance partner she rose with me just as fast,
and I felt strong rhythmic pulses in her pussy to match mine as I
delivered my male gift. It would have been more fantastic if the
copulation had been a seamless whole, but it was pretty darn nice
anyway.
When we had recovered our breath I asked the inevitable question. "Why
the heck did you make me pull out?"
"It has to do with my daughter."
She
had told me she had one daughter, a six-year-old named Diablo (she had
had a Diablo printer once, and just liked the sound of the name).
Diablo's father had walked out of the marriage as soon as it was
sullied by a needy baby who leaked foul substances and disturbed their
sleep.
"Oh?"
"See, my sweet baby was sexually abused by a
very bad man -- the childcare provider's boyfriend. He showed her his
erect penis! He slid his hand into her panties! He even weaseled his
fingers into my dear girl's vagina! He is an awful, disgusting
pedophile."
"I'll say! I'm so sorry to hear she had to go through that," I said.
"He's now locked away in prison, thank goodness." She looked troubled
for a moment, but then returned to the present.
"Well,
as a result she's frightened of men. She screams and runs away when she
sees one. The therapist said a promising new technique is to find a man
who'll pretend he's going to abuse her. He'll start to do naughty
things, but she knows that if she tells him to stop, he will. So I
wanted to know if you'd have self-control. And if you can pull out of a
gorgeous woman like me -- she batted her eyelashes -- when you're about
to come, I know you would do just what my daughter asked!"
"Oh."
"I'd love to have you as my boyfriend, if you'll help my daughter out
too. Do you think you could pretend to want to abuse her?"
"And then whenever she asks me to stop, I stop?"
"Right!
And then after every session, we can retreat to my bedroom if you'd
like and you can have your way with me any way you want." Her eyes
sparkled.
I sighed. "Um, what if we just skip the part with your
daughter and go straight to bed with each other?" What she was asking
was pretty bizarre.
Her big brown eyes looked soulful. "But my girl needs help. You can
help her. She needs you!"
She had made me feel very guilty. How had she managed that?
"You don't mind pretending to be a pedophile, do you? I mean, it's just
pretend. No one will ever know."
I
arrived at 10am on Saturday. Diablo was as beautiful as her mother in
her own six-year-old way. Lustrous brown hair, big brown eyes, and a
perfect little round face.
"Hi, Diablo," said Angela. "This is Mr. Johnson."
"Go away! I hate you!" shrieked the little one as soon as she took one
look at me, then hid behind her mother.
I took the little one's hint and retreated from the living room back to
the kitchen. Sometimes beauty is only skin-deep.
"Now, that's not nice! Mr. Johnson is a nice man," and she motioned me
back into the living room.
I timidly moved back into Diablo's line of sight.
"I said go away!" repeated Diablo. Just as I disappeared from view
again, I thought I saw a gleam in the girl's eyes.
We'd tried twice, and I wondered if heeding the girl's request had
earned my way back into Angela's pants.
"Now, you're not being reasonable!" said Angela to Diablo, motioning me
in again.
This time Diablo just looked at me.
"Pleased to meet you, Diablo," I said.
"You're disgusting! Go away!" she shrieked again.
I
started to disappear around the corner again, but Angela caught my arm.
Her eyes were fixed on her daughter with love but also determination.
"Mr.
Johnson is going to read a couple chapters of 'Little House On the
Prairie' to you, and if he does anything you don't like, you tell him
not to, OK?"
I could see Diablo waver. Evidently she really liked to hear that story.
"Okay," said the little one, eying me like a hawk.
Angela
handed me the book and I slowly walked into the living room, anxious
not to disturb this wild animal who stood between me and Angela's
panties. I wondered if her mother knew what 'Diablo' meant. I sat
towards one end of the sofa and hesitated, then patted the sofa next to
me.
"No!" shouted Diablo.
"OK," I said. "Sit wherever you want."
She sat in the armchair ten feet away. She was dressed in jeans and a
T-shirt and after a while tucked her legs up under her.
I
started reading the book aloud. I'm a fluent reader and with occasional
visions of naked Angela materializing in my head, I put feeling into
the dialog, choosing a slightly different voice for each character. I
was aware of Angela slipping away into the kitchen as I finished the
first page.
I read for some time, and Diablo remained quiet. As
I turned a page and saw the blank space promising the end of the second
chapter, I felt my cock start growing. My work was almost done, and my
reward was almost at hand.
"There, how did you like that?" I asked.
"It was OK," said Diablo, trying to look stern.
Angela
appeared. "Great. Thanks, Brian." She chose a DVD from the rack and put
it in the player. "Now Diablo, you watch 'The Little Princess' now,
while Brian and I go back to the bedroom to talk," she told her
daughter.
"Yay!" said the little girl, and sat down eagerly to watch.
Once
Angela locked the door behind us, she attacked me with a passionate
kiss and embrace. Clothes flew off. She dove down to take my hard cock
in her mouth and teased me to a frenzy with some very nice oral sex. I
offered to reciprocate but she waved me away. "In my pussy!" she said.
"I mean -- please, if you're willing."
I was more than willing. I dove into her sopping channel and burrowed
to the end.
It
was a splendid fuck, both of our bodies doing what they wanted to do
more than anything in the world, each luxuriating in the pleasure
afforded by the other. After ten minutes I felt my orgasm approaching.
"Stop! Pull out!" Angela commanded sternly.
I stopped my thrusting and gave her a questioning look -- maybe a
pleading look.
"Just
kidding," she said, bursting into a big smile, then lifted her head to
whisper in my ear, "Shoot off way deep in my cunt, OK? Please?"
The naughty language was thrilling, and I did, within seconds. Angela
was right there, pulsing along with me.
The
next time we met, exactly a week later, Diablo was dressed in a pink
fluffy dress with white tights on. She sat on the sofa to my right but
two feet away.
I had nearly finished an entire chapter of
'Little House' when I heard Angela clear her throat from behind me. She
pantomimed someone pawing her chest and panting.
Oh, right. I
was supposed to be pretending to be a pedophile. It was really more fun
just reading the book with occasional visions of screwing Angela, but a
deal is a deal.
I gradually slid over a few inches toward Diablo, then a few more.
Suddenly alarmed, she said, "No!"
"Sorry," I said and moved back to where I'd been.
I
started reading the next chapter and considered my next move. I slid
over just a couple inches towards Diablo -- less than I had before.
To my surprise, she slid all the way over and leaned against my right
shoulder!
I
smiled at her and paused in my reading. It looked like I was winning
her trust! I felt a certain tenderness towards her as she gave me a
lovely smile. She was quite charming when she wasn't being awful. So I
reached over with my left hand to brush my hand down the hair on the
right side of her head, and her smile turned shy. I then brought my
fingers down her cheek very softly. I hadn't had much to do with
children before, and realized I didn't know whether I was just being an
affectionate grown-up or acting like a pedophile. The funny thing was,
it didn't matter.
"No!" she said once more with a stern expression as my fingers lingered
on her lovely little cheek, and I stopped immediately.
I went back to reading, and she leaned against my side once more.
What
would a dirty old man do next? I pressed slowly against her left thigh
with my right. She didn't look at me but smiled a little.
I felt my cock stirring, and immediately thought of Angela and the
passionate lovemaking that was to follow this session.
Next
I slowly rested my right hand on top of that same left thigh, and still
she did nothing. Then I began rubbing up and down, and she grabbed it
and put it roughly back on my own lap, with a sharp, "No!"
I
stopped at once, but then after a minute of reading pushed outward with
my right thigh again, and once again she said, "No!" this time with a
little more heat.
"OK," I said. "I'm sorry." I figured she had
had enough pretend untoward advances for one day and finished the story
without further incident.
"Can you take me from the rear?" asked Angela. "I've always loved that."
I
grinned. A woman asking for it that way? Walking up behind her on my
knees, I spread her labia with one hand and aimed my cock with the
other, then thought of something.
"Can you promise me you won't ask me to pull out?"
She looked over her shoulder at me and gave a mischievous smile.
"We'll see," she said.
"Then
maybe I'm not so interested," I said, trying to call her bluff. Or
would she call mine? I'd accept any conditions to get my cock into her
cunt once more.
"No, I promise," she said, her smile turning earnest as she wiggled her
rear end at me.
Soon I was gripping her cute little ass while I pumped my cock deep up
into her pussy from the rear.
I started grunting without realizing it, and she moaned out loud too.
As I was approaching my peak, I suddenly heard someone try the door.
"What
are you guys doing in there?" came Diablo's voice. We had apparently
been making enough noise to distract her from her video.
The door stayed locked, but Angela started to pull away from me,
alarmed.
I didn't let her. A promise is a promise. I did stop making noise but
pumped harder than ever.
"Um, just -- just yoga, dear," said Angela.
"Can I watch?"
"No!" said Angela, just as I surged deep and pulsed my sperm into her.
"No, no!" she continued with urgency, trying to modulate her voice as
her orgasm seized her.
"OK," said Diablo with disappointment, "but it's not fair," her voice
fading as she padded back down the corridor.
Diablo
plopped down in my lap and leaned back against me. She had started
learning to read, so she wanted to look at the book so she could
identify some of the words. At least that's what she said.
I read a few pages and she squirmed.
Oh
yes, I was supposed to do what a pedophile would do and then stop when
she said no. I slid my hand onto the top front part of her dress,
covering where her tiny right nipple was, and waited a moment for her
to object. When she didn't, I went back to reading. My attention split
between reading and pretend abuse, I swirled my hand around idly on her
chest. Then I realized with a start that she'd let me fondle her chest
for several pages and withdrew my hand suddenly.
She glanced up at me and smiled, then returned her attention to the
book.
I
realized I had found rubbing the girl's chest a little erotic, and my
cock was rather hard in my pants. Diablo's chest was totally flat, but
fondling the bodice area of a dress has a certain allure regardless of
what age or shape of female lies within.
Diablo had come a long way in terms of not being frightened of men, or
at least of me. I felt proud.
Angela smiled. "My, you certainly are getting over your fears! Sure, if
you'd like that."
Diablo
locked the door behind her. She motioned me to a rocking chair, and
then sat on my lap. The rocking chair didn't have any arms, so I
wrapped my right arm around her stomach while I held the book with my
left hand.
The story was intriguing. I realized with a little
guilt that if Diablo got tired of it, I sort of wanted to take it out
of the library to find out what happened! But it was just a silly kids'
book -- for girls, no less. I was dimly aware that Diablo was rocking
back and forth to get the rocking chair rocking. Taking her hint, I
began rocking myself. I was then aware that she had spread her legs
very far apart so her calves hung down outside of mine.
Oh yes, I reminded myself. I'm supposed to pretend I'm a pedophile.
What haven't I done?
I
gently placed my right hand on her right knee. Her legs were spread so
wide her silky light blue dress had ridden up high. I slowly slid my
hand up the inside of her thigh. All I had to do was wait for her to
tell me to stop.
Mostly lost within the magic of the story, I
was dimly aware that my right hand had made contact with her panties.
My cock got hard as I thought of panties -- Angela's panties! -- and I
had the girl sit up a moment so I could as surreptitiously as possible
reach down and point my cock upwards, so it could rest in relative
comfort in its upright position, the tip lying against my bellybutton.
Returning to the story, I gently stroked the crotch of Diablo's panties
-- that's the sort of thing a pedophile would do, right?
Towards the end of the chapter I was dimly aware of the girl thrusting
her hips against my hand, incidentally rubbing my cock.
Putting
the book down, I wondered what else a pedophile might do. I slipped my
fingers inside of her panty crotch and started rubbing again. The skin
was smooth and very sexy in its own pure little girl way.
Diablo gave a dreamy smile.
"Stand up," I said.
A
pedophile would want to see her naked, so I worked her dress up and
over her head. She raised her arms cooperatively. Everything was fine,
I told myself, because whenever there's something she doesn't like,
she'll just say no and I'll stop.
She stood in front of me, and I tugged her panties down and she stepped
out of them.
There
was the whole beautiful little girl in front of me. Her little girl
lips down below were reddish and swollen, maybe from all that fondling
I had been doing.
What else would a pedophile do? I pulled down my trousers and briefs to
expose my cock.
She looked at it with wide eyes but she didn't object.
"You want to touch it?" I asked.
She touched it tentatively, gently.
"Mmmmm," I said.
What else would a pedophile do?
"Lie back on the bed," I said.
She did so eagerly and spread her legs without being told.
I
lowered my head to look from inches away at her fetching female parts,
which seemed very stylish for being so small and hairless. With my two
hands I gently pulled her labia aside, revealing the young sex organs
within.
A pedophile might approach her delicious girly parts
with his tongue, and so I did too. Surely she would object at some
point? Well, that was up to her.
I licked all around her inner
labia and probed my tongue up into her vagina. She moaned and sighed.
Then I found her clitoris and began to attend to it with gentle licks.
I decided I didn't mind playing the role of a pedophile so much. It was
kind of creepy in a way, but it's what her mother had asked me to do
and it was kind of fun! Her juices started flowing, her body doing a
little girl's imitation of the lubrication that would allow smooth,
happy intercourse when she was older. A pedophile might want to nudge
that future event into the present. He might stick his finger into her
vagina -- the real pedophile had, after all. I explored inside her
vagina with one finger, then another, seeing how physically difficult
this next hypothetical step might be. She seemed pretty stretchy. It
was probably because that disgusting pervert had stuck his fingers into
her. I felt a surge of anger just thinking about it.
Well, I
decided to play the part to the hilt. Lifting my somewhat wet mouth, I
quickly got into the mounting position, pelvis to pelvis. My organ was
fully erect, twitching with excitement. It was handy that my physiology
cooperated with playing my role. Was it method acting -- really
becoming the character you are playing? The organ pointed right at her
vaginal orifice.
"No," she said timidly.
"No?"
She shook her head.
I
paused, glans poised right outside her young but ready opening. A
pedophile would want to dive in; he'd dive in anyway, despite what she
said. And I was playing the part of one. But wait! There was that other
aspect, I was supposed to stop whenever she said no. That's what this
was all about. I let my weight down on her and rolled to the side,
giving a weary sigh. I guess a pedophile would feel terribly
disappointed, so it wasn't so surprising if I was too. I was pretty
good at this acting business.
"Yes," she said.
"Yes? Yes what?"
She pointed down between her legs.
"But you just said no." Like mother, like daughter?
"It really is up to me, right? That's so wonderful!"
"You want me to... go ahead and do what I was going to do?"
She nodded emphatically.
I eagerly got back into position, and spread her wetness all over my
tip to ease the intrusion, then I started pressing.
Her eyes went wide and a couple tears showed at the corners.
"Should I stop?"
"No."
OK, I was very good at obeying her when she said that word.
My
tip weaseled its way past her outer ring of muscles. She was tight, but
her body did open up for me, just enough. I pressed in another half
inch, then slid back, then in a new quarter inch, my motion like waves
breaking and withdrawing -- but the tide was slowly coming in.
Now her eyes were bright and she smiled uncertainly.
Deeper and deeper I worked my cock, and her vagina gave way gradually.
It felt fantastic. I then began my real in and out motion, just like a
pedophile would.
"Oh, that's so amazing!" I whispered to the young dear.
She squeezed my back with her arms and grinned at me.
Encouraged,
I kept up my in and out motion. I wasn't fucking her with abandon by
any means; it was a gentle in and out, entirely fitting for a young
girl's tender parts.
I was in her to the hilt, though, our pubic bones bumping when I was in
all the way.
She
fixed me with the same look of sexual adoration her mother had, and I
reveled in it. She wasn't quite like her mother, though. She got ahead
of me and cried out and moaned before I was quite to my own climax. I
followed her quickly, though, and within a few seconds I shoved that
extra millimeter or two deeper and splatted the little girl's upper
vagina with my seed.
I was dimly aware of footsteps in the
hallway, and as my last spasm oozed a final couple drops into the girl,
Angela said from outside of the door, "Hey, what's going on in there?"
Diablo covered her mouth to keep from laughing too hard.
"Oh, um," I said. "We were just, um, wrestling a little."
"Doing yoga!" cried out Diablo.
"You open the door this minute!" cried her mother.
Dragging myself out of a post-orgasmic haze, I quickly got dressed and
helped Diablo back into her panties and dress.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the door.
Angela was angry. "What have you been doing to my girl?"
Without waiting for an answer, she turned to her daughter. "Has he been
abusing you?"
"He's
wonderful, mommy! Every time I said no he stopped whatever he was doing
right away! I trust him!" And she hugged herself against my side, arms
circling my hips in a big squeeze.
"What did you do?" she asked me again.
"Well,
I was trying to think like a pedophile, like you asked me to. So I'd do
different things I thought a pedophile might do, and every time she
said no I stopped. That's what you wanted, right?"
"Yeah, but... but... How far did you go? Did you touch her chest?"
"Yeah! He did that last week. Today it was really nice when he was
rubbing his hand on my panties while we were reading."
Angela looked at me reproachfully.
"I was, um, waiting for her to say no," I said. "And then I got into
the story. It was really exciting."
"Not as exciting as that rub, rub, rub on my panties. Why does it feel
so good, mommy?"
Angela ignored her. "You didn't touch my sweet girl's bare skin under
her panties, did you?" she asked me in a hushed voice.
"Oh, well..." I temporized.
Diablo
apparently saw no reason to try to break the news to her mother
gradually. "Oh boy, did he!" She reached up under her dress and inside
her panties, and emerged a second later with a finger covered with my
semen.
"He stuck his thingie in me and then this came out!"
"I, um..." I said, turning a bit red. "You're the one who wanted me to
start pawing her, right?"
"Yeah, but you were supposed to stop! She was supposed to say no!"
"I did say no, and every time I did he stopped! But then I said yes."
I
realized then that my thinking had gotten muddled up somehow. I should
have stopped doing what I was doing when it went past a certain point,
and not just relied on her to say no. Why hadn't I?
"And mommy,
when his thingie was bouncing in and out of me I had this fantastic
feeling! It started feeling really good when he was licking my peepee,
and then it got super-duper fantastic when he was shoving his hard
thing in and out."
I realized that saying I was playing the part
of a pedophile with Diablo wouldn't cut it in court, even if it was at
her mother's request. I had this sick feeling I was looking at a long
and unpleasant encounter with the criminal justice system.
But
Angela's attitude shifted as she turned to her daughter. "How come you
didn't say no, sweetie?" she asked gently. "You knew he wasn't supposed
to be doing those things."
"When Mr. Schwartz did them I hated
it because I didn't have any choice. But some of them felt kind of good
too. So when I found out Mr. Johnson was so nice, I wanted to do more
and more. And his tongue! And his thingie flying in and out up into my
weewee? That was fantastic!"
"But it isn't right! You know that!"
"That's what the 'yoga' was you two were doing, wasn't it? Huh?"
Angela
looked away. "Yeah, well when grown men and women really love each
other, then it can be a beautiful thing, but not for little girls."
"So you shoved your thingie in and out of mom, Mr. Johnson? And made a
mess up inside her weewee hole like you did in mine?"
I looked aside, my failure to deny what she said as good as a
confirmation.
"Can
we do it again next Saturday? No, I don't want to wait. What about
tomorrow? Or can Mr. Johnson just stay now?" asked Diablo.
"You
may not do it again! It's out of the question!" said Angela huffily.
"The only question is whether I call the police on Mr. Johnson." she
said, looking at me angrily.
"Um, it was partly your idea," I said lamely.
But
Diablo stamped her foot. "If you call the police on Mr. Johnson I'll
hate you forever, mommy! I saw what they did to Mr. Schwartz. Mr.
Johnson is nice; he always stopped when I told him to, and then he did
things that I liked that felt really good."
Angela softened once more. "Diablo, honey... You really didn't mind?"
"No, I liked it!"
"All of it?" she asked, with a certain distaste creeping into her voice.
"Yeah, all of it."
Angela sighed, then shuddered. "I think it's time for Mr. Johnson to go
home now."
"No calling the police?" I asked quietly.
"No,
at least not yet." Turning to Diablo, she said, "You know you can never
say a word about what happened, right? Or they'll have to take Mr.
Johnson away?"
I thought Angela might not get off so easily either. I wondered if
she'd considered that part.
"Are you kidding? I saw what happened to Mr. Schwartz. There's no way
I'll say a word to anyone!"
I took a deep breath. "OK. Bye, Angela. Goodbye, Diablo."
"Bye, Mr. Johnson! When are you coming over to play again? Would this
afternoon be OK?"
I knelt down to her level and said, "I'd love to come over and read to
you some more. But it's up to your mom."
Diablo
gave me a look then, one I'll never forget, and then she threw her arms
around my neck and kissed me right on the lips. It wasn't an
experienced, erotic kiss, but it was a passionate statement.
"Diablo, come on!" said Angela with exasperation.
After a final round of goodbyes I was out the door.
My
heart pounded when I heard Angela's voice on the phone. I hadn't dared
to hope that I might hear from her again -- but hoped desperately
nonetheless. So I instantly knew it had been 17 days since our last
encounter when I heard her voice on the phone. Angela said Diablo
wouldn't stop talking about me. She was impossible to live with. She
kept trying to tell Angela in her child-like ways that her mother was
being hypocritical. "Imagine that!" said Angela indignantly. Now the
deal was that I could come over, just to visit and maybe read a story,
but nothing more.
"Mr. Johnson!" yelled Diablo as soon as I was
inside the door. She leapt into my arms and I held her against my front
as she squeezed my back and planted sloppy kisses all over my face.
As she continued to kiss me and giggle, Diablo started humping her
pelvis against my stomach.
"Diablo! Stop it! That's not a nice way for a girl to behave! And
you'll embarrass Mr. Johnson!"
"But it feels good, and I want to feel better..."
"Diablo,
Diablo," I said, looking at her and trying to project calm. "You know
what I did before is what a pedophile would do, and I'm not a
pedophile, I was just pretending to be."
"Make-believe! I love make-believe. Can we do it again? You can pretend
to be a pedophile again."
"Ummmmm," I said.
"Diablo, we talked about this, right? Mr. Johnson's just going to read
you a story."
"But
mommy, it felt so good! And I need to feel it again! My weewee needs to
have his peepee stuck in it again! Every night I stick my finger in and
out and rub it and think of Mr. Johnson, but it's not the same. My
finger's not big enough, and it's just not Mr. Johnson! His thingie
sticks out from down in his underpants, and that's where the thing that
goes into my weewee ought to be hooked up, and to a big man! His
sticky-outie goes in my sticky-innie!"
Just then the girl's stocking foot brushed across my cock.
"Oooo, and it's hard! Ready for sticking in, right? Can you, huh?
Please? Please?"
I detached the girl from my front and set her on her feet.
She immediately started fondling my cock through my pants.
In
one motion I spun her around, grabbed her hands, and sat on the sofa,
pulling her onto my lap. She immediately began wriggling her butt
against my hard-on.
"You are a very naughty girl!" I said.
"Don't you want to stick it in me? Wiggle it in and out like you did
before? It looked like you felt really good."
"I
was just pretending to be a nasty pedophile," I said. "I didn't enjoy
it, not really..." I could almost feel my nose getting longer to try to
match my cock.
Angela said, "It's not normal for a girl to want a man to abuse her
like that. Only bad girls want that."
"Oh,"
said Diablo, looking confused. Suddenly her face brightened, in a
devilish kind of way. "How about I make believe I'm a bad, bad girl
while you make believe you're a pedophile! But we know I'm really a
good girl and you're really just an ordinary man."
That sounded
awfully tempting. With my acting talent, maybe I should see how I would
fare on Broadway, or at least a community theater.
"Let me talk
about this privately with Mr. Johnson, OK?" said Angela solemnly. "I'll
get you a big bowl of ice cream, how's that, while we talk?"
"OK," said the little one, still wiggling her butt against my erection.
We left the girl sitting at the kitchen table digging into a big bowl
of Chocolate Fudge Swirl ice cream.
Angela
spoke softly as she closed the door behind us. "I'm the one you should
be burying your cock in, right? I'm really the one you want, right?"
"Yes, Angela, of course. I was just pretending with Diablo."
We
were stripping frantically as we talked. As my fingers first worked
through the soft hair between her legs to make contact with her
hairless outer pussy, I found the whole place unusually wet.
"Huh. Why so wet so fast?"
"I've missed you," she said, but looked away.
"Or does it turn you on to hear your itty-bitty daughter talking about
wanting sex so much?"
"No!" said Angela indignantly. "Well, maybe a little..."
I dove into the woman with my straining cock and began pounding away.
The bed creaked and we moaned and sighed softly.
"Did he stick it in you yet, mommy?" came a muffled voice from outside
the door.
"Diablo!" panted the very hot and aroused woman underneath me. "I
thought you were ... eating ice cream."
"I
am," said the girl, and we heard the clinking of spoon and dish. "I
just wanted to know what was going on in there," she added.
I
had a devilish little thought. I let myself grunt just a little bit,
not enough to be obvious but enough that I thought Diablo would hear.
"Are you feeling good, Mr. Johnson? You could wiggle your peepee in me
too, you know!"
"Diablo! Diablo..." said Angela, getting lost in the pleasure of my
thrusting cock.
"Oohhhhh!" I moaned as my cock spat its load into the mother's spasming
pussy.
She covered her mouth as she came but couldn't help making a loud gasp.
"I heard that!" chortled the voice from the hallway.
Angela got up at once and began dressing, a little unsteady on her feet.
Diablo
was waiting outside the bedroom door, empty ice cream bowl set to the
side. She stuck her nose into her mother's crotch. "I can smell it!"
she said. "Mr. Johnson put some goop in you too!"
"Diablo!" said Angela. "It's not nice to talk about things like that."
"But it's true!"
"It doesn't matter whether it's true or not, it's not nice to say it,
just like you don't tell someone she's fat."
"But you're not fat; neither is Mr. Johnson."
"That's not the point..." said Angela, trailing off.
Angela
liked our sex; she came to my place when she could get a sitter. But
she had tried to douse Diablo's sexual hunger by not having me around.
So I was surprised she asked me over. She looked a little uncomfortable
as she answered the door.
"Mr. Johnson!" said Diablo, running up to me but stopping before we
touched.
"What, no hug?" I asked good-naturedly.
"No,
I'm trying to learn to be good," said the little girl. But then she
leapt into my arms and wriggled her pelvis vigorously against me. "But
I can't!"
"What happened?" I asked, looking at Angela.
"She got suspended from school for kissing boys and touching them
inappropriately," she said.
"They didn't mind -- not really," said Diablo.
"And then she approached Mr. Stanton, the man across the street, as he
was getting out of his car."
"I thought maybe he'd stick his thingie in me if mommy won't let you. I
talked about make believe --"
"But you also exposed yourself to him."
"I wanted to be sure he got the idea."
"He got the idea all right, and he called me up to complain."
"Oh dear, Diablo, it sounds like you've been a very bad girl!" I said
sternly.
"No! I'm just pretending to be! And if we can just play bad girl and
pedophile again I promise I'll be good."
Angela looked at me, defeated. "Would you be willing to? Just once
more?"
I tried to look doubtful. "Well, OK, I guess I could manage that once
more."
"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" said Diablo as she clutched me,
covering my face with sloppy kisses.
"Can we do it now?"
"Um, well..." I said.
Angela said, "I want you to pick up your room first!"
"OK!" said Diablo, struggling out of my arms and racing off to her room.
"Am I a bad mother?" Angela asked.
"No... I can see it's a difficult situation."
"I worry I'm imposing on you... you really don't mind pretending to be
a pedophile?"
"Well, it's not so bad. Diablo's a pretty good kid."
"I love her with all my heart, of course, but she's driving me crazy."
"She's always nice to me."
"Yes... yes, she is."
"OK,
I'm ready!" said Diablo, racing out from her room. She had nothing on
but her panties, and she was wiggling them back and forth on her hips.
"You've cleaned up your room already?"
"Yeah, mommy, go check!"
"And put your dress back on!"
"But mommy, I'm pretending to be a bad girl now."
Angela sighed. I followed her and we saw that the room was indeed
picked up, all the toys put away, the bed made neatly.
"OK, it looks very nice," conceded Angela. "I've never seen her make a
bed that nicely before," she muttered to me.
"So
now I can lie back and get Mr. Johnson to stick his thingie in me and
bounce around and make me super-happy and goop up my weewee hole?"
"Goodness, I hope not! At least spare me the details, OK?"
"You want to watch?"
"No! Anything like that is supposed to be done in private."
"OK, bye mommy! Bye bye!" said Diablo, pushing her mother out the door
and pushing it shut behind her.
"Be
nice to her," pleaded Angela, meeting my eyes just before the door
latched. I wasn't quite sure what she meant; I'm not sure she was
either.
Diablo made a point of locking the door.
I found
it very easy to slip back into the role of pretending to be a
pedophile. Diablo ripped back the covers and flung her panties off, and
in seconds was flat on her back with legs spread wide. Her eyes glowed
as she saw me strip, my very erect penis making an appearance as my
briefs were tossed aside. She gave a big smile as I descended to mouth
her little girl privates. But she got wet very quickly.
"OK, can you stick it in me now, Mr. Johnson? Please?"
I
couldn't resist. I knew my character. I knew my lines. And I knew my
entrance, I thought with a little smile as I entered Diablo, low down
and centered, my twitching member sliding into her hot, wet space.
She
knew how to play the part of a bad girl, too, and began coming within
seconds. I held off a little, trying to prolong the moment.
"Oh, it's so good, Mr. Johnson! Can you goop your naughty pee up my
weewee hole!"
"OK," I said, gasping as my orgasm became inevitable and I hung in
delicious excitement.
"It feels good to you, doesn't it..." said the little one, still
writhing with her own orgasm but attending to me too.
"Yes.. yes it does! Yes, YES!" I said, letting loose my sperm as I
basked in my pleasure and ever-so-satisfying release.
As we lay panting, we heard a rustling from the hallway and a muffled
sneeze.
"Mommy, were you listening?" asked Diablo.
"Oh, no, I wasn't, I was just passing by," said Angela lamely.
"You're
lying!" said Diablo. "Was it exciting to hear us doing it? Mr. Johnson
peed his goop up my girly weewee. It felt fantastic!"
"Good girls don't talk about that!"
"But I'm pretending to be a bad girl!" said Diablo earnestly.
Angela's plan of getting Diablo to behave if she could play bad girl
and pedophile just once more was a miserable failure.
Diablo
was a very good little girl as long as she knew she could take me into
her bedroom on the weekend and lock the door. When her mother tried to
make her stop, she became a terror.
It was late one Saturday
night. I had satisfied Diablo an hour before, leaving her asleep with a
big smile on her face, sperm dripping out of her naked pussy. I felt
entirely satisfied myself, too. But the prospect of Angela's hungry
sexuality had rekindled my own interest, and I'd satisfied the grown
woman with another fantastic simultaneous orgasm. Now we lazed in bed,
both happy and sleepy.
"Um," said Angela. "I'm worried what'll
happen if you decide you're not willing to pretend to enjoy sex with
her any more. She's kind of dependent on you."
"It's not so bad," I said. "I think I'll keep being OK with it if I can
have sex with you too."
"I think it's working well."
"I suppose we could make it more permanent. I could stay over during
the week too. Maybe even move in."
"Really?" she asked with bright eyes.
"Yeah!" I said, with equal enthusiasm.
"I wouldn't want to do that unless we were married. I don't want to set
a bad example for Diablo."
"I've thought of marriage too, but there's one thing you should know."
"What?" asked Angela eagerly.
"I've always wanted children of my own. I don't think I could marry you
unless you were willing to have a baby with me."
"Oh!" said Angela, looking at me with a smile. "Sure! I never wanted
Diablo to be an only child."
"What about two?"
"Two -- yes that would be nice!"
"Three?"
"Three... OK, hmmm, I think so."
"Four?"
"Oh, um..."
I smiled. "I think three should be just fine."
Angela
smiled, opened her bedside table drawer and brought out a monthly pill
dispenser. She tossed it in the little plastic waste basket and smiled
at me.
It wasn't a particularly large wedding -- a couple dozen guests in all.
Diablo loved her frilly white dress.
When the three of us were alone later that night, Angela took Diablo's
hands.
"Honey, Mr. Johnson's going to have sex with me first tonight, before
he does his make-believe with you."
"Why?"
"Because we're trying to make a baby, and I need his goopy stuff to
start it."
"Huh?"
We explained the basics of the facts of life, to the little girl's
astonishment.
"But you shoot goop every time, right?"
"Yes,
but there's more of it when I haven't done it in a while... the supply
builds up, and it's got more of the sperm cells that do the
babymaking," I said.
"But I can have a little later?"
"Sure," I said.
Angela
didn't conceive right away, and after a while at the right time of
month I started suctioning Diablo's pussy out with an eye dropper after
I had come inside her, and transferred the several droppersful to
Angela to supplement what I had injected directly.
Diablo
attended the birth, and the 7-year-old did her job and proudly
announced that the baby was Amanda, the name we had chosen for a girl.
A few days later when the two of us were alone she asked, "Are you
going to wiggle your peepee in her too?"
"Oh, no, sweetie. She's way too young." I realized at once that that
wasn't really the best answer.
"When she's older?"
"No, because little girls don't want anyone to do that -- at least most
girls," I hastily corrected myself.
"Even pretending like we do?"
"No, even pretending. Besides, if she's my daughter, then it would be
incest, and that's bad."
"Why?"
"Because people in the same family never have sex with each other."
"What about mommies and daddies?"
"Well of course, that's different."
"And what about me? Am I your daughter?"
"Well, yes and no. I love you as much as my own daughter, but it's not
the same."
"You love me more?"
"In some ways, yes."
Diablo looked hurt.
"In every way," I said. It was close enough to the truth to do.
"So you'd never pretend to be a pedophile with Amanda?"
"No, of course not." I said.
I
wouldn't, would I? Certainly not unless she really wanted me to. She
wouldn't, would she? Of course not. But I found that the thought had
given me a hard-on. Or was it Diablo herself?
It was never
spoken aloud, but Angela knew she was in competition with her daughter
for my sexual attentions, though I loved them both no matter what, of
course. So with her pussy out of commission after the birth, Angela
gave me some fine oral sex and insisted I come in her mouth -- it was
great. But there's nothing like a pussy, and there was only one of the
three in the house that was working at the moment. Mommy's was too big,
in a sense, the baby's was way too small, but the little girl's was
just right!
Diablo might have been happy with just once a day
during that extended period when Angela's pussy was recovering, but she
didn't mind having that second orgasm first thing in the morning while
I unloaded my night's production of sperm in her pussy. She pretended
we were trying to make a baby too, of course. Which was silly, and
would be for some years. But in ten years... no, best not to even think
such a thing!