Wearing
Little Wives
by Sterling My
name is Mark and I am 40 now. I decided to write down what happened
yesterday so I can remember these precious times later. Katy is still
sleeping this morning so it is a good time.
In the middle of the
night I had woken feeling my penis rock-hard inside her, wanting her
badly, and had gently pushed her onto her back, and slid in and out
gently but with exquisite pleasure. Katy is a sound sleeper, and she
didn't wake up for most of it. But she cried out softly as she came and
woke long enough to groggily smile at me and give me a little squeeze
with her arms to match the squeeze she had reflexively given with her
vagina. I took the opportunity to pull out of her and switch positions
so I was spooned against her back and inserted myself inside her from
the rear. As she felt me glide in again she fell back to sleep and I
must have just a few moments later.
I could sense the dimmest
gray outside hinting at the approaching dawn as I drifted from sleep to
half-sleep. Katy was massaging my penis with her supple, firm vagina
and it was getting fully erect again. She made little ragged sounds as
she got more excited. It only took her a few seconds once I was fully
hard. She didn't cry out, but I could feel a shudder in her body, and
then she drifted off immediately to sleep. I didn't come myself, but
that was OK.
I woke before Katy. Being a child she naturally
slept more than I did. The sun wasn't on us, but its light gave a warm
glow to the room. I reflected on just how much I loved Katy. There was
her perfect naked back, shoulder, and neck. Her wavy blond hair partly
covering her innocent face. Her perfect skin and her little girl smell.
Katy was five, and it was amazing how fast she had grown in the four
years we had been married. I felt like peeing, but if I withdrew my
penis from Katy for even an instant she would wake up. Like all girls,
she could only be relaxed and truly content with a penis inside her. I
maneuvered into position a screen on a flexible arm so I could read the
morning news, email, and reports. She must have been tired, because I
worked a full hour before I felt her firm squeezes on my penis: one,
two three. By our code that meant she wanted me to do her hard and
fast. I took ten seconds to finish what I was looking at, as my penis
revved up to full hardness. Looking over her shoulder I could see her
smiling a little as she tried to pretend she was still asleep. I
started pumping her from the rear, quickly building to the furious deep
almost violent banging she loved sometimes. She scrunched up her face
and shrieked as she came, and I growled and then gave a big "Unnnh!".
We lay panting for a while.
We always tried to give each other
warning before we disconnected. I said, "Ready?" and at her nod I
pulled out. We piled out of bed and into the shower together. As I felt
the warm water I let loose and peed, playfully hitting Katy's tummy
with the stream, then down where her labia were. She giggled and hugged
up against me and let her own stream go, which sprang out an inch onto
my thigh. It all washed away quickly as we did the basics of a quick
shower. We both toweled dry, I did her back and she did mine, then back
in the bedroom we dressed. She sat beside me at breakfast, which Martha
served us. At this age she could do fine without me for an hour, and
was OK for a couple, but being connected still felt best to her. So
after breakfast we took our spot in the living room. I sat first. The
front of my comfortable trousers easily opened to expose not just my
penis but a few inches on either side, enough for scrotum and pubic
hair. The penis was a little soft, but Katy knew what to do. She took
the tip lovingly in her mouth as she massaged my scrotum, and as usual
the sensations together with the sight of my little Katy's blond head
attending to me did the trick. Within half a minute I was all hard, and
she pulled off, patted it gently and said, "There you go, Mr. Penis".
She then turned around and sat on my lap. She was wearing a dress with
no panties, and from long practice she easily slid my penis into her as
she sat. Now she was comfortable again, and I read her a story. She was
starting to learn to read herself, and she looked on attentively. We
then got ready for our "work". She lifted herself off me, and after
getting the relevant items she sat down again, impaling herself again
but facing me this time. The seat we were on had a back for each of us
to lean against. She had a flexible screen she put against my chest,
and I had one I put against hers, and we both had keyboards. It was
sometimes funny to look down at the screen on our chest and get an
upside-down look at what the other was watching. We both had our
earpieces.
After some morning mail and news I had an hour's
meeting coming up, and I asked Katy if she wanted sex then or could she
wait an hour. She was busy with her game and absentmindedly said later
would be fine. As the meeting wore on, though, I started feeling her
ever so slowly pulling up so my penis moved just a tiny bit inside her,
then falling back down. She would pause just long enough that I
couldn't really accuse her of distracting me. But she also knew that I
found that highly stimulating. If she had just started being explicitly
sexual, like bouncing up and down, she knew I would give her a stern
expression and send her out to play. But here she could act quite
innocent, looking at her screen as she did it. Instead of sending her
off the sensations built gradually but powerfully and then I wanted
her. So at a point when I didn't think I would be needed for a while in
the meeting, I lifted her partly off my lap and looked at her with just
a touch of exasperation. She tried to look innocent, but she couldn't
really hide her delight that her stratagem had worked. Holding her off
my lap a few inches so I had room to maneuver I started thrusting in
and out fast and deep. She shifted so my pubic bone was pressing
against her clitoris on each stroke, and she closed her eyes and went
slack with building pleasure. I was almost ready to come when I heard
the voice in my ear.
"So, Mark, is that plan OK with you?"
It
was frustrating to be brought back from the brink of orgasm. I couldn't
at the moment give a considered judgment as to whether I liked "the
plan" or not. Oh well, this happened a fair amount. So I turned on the
mic long enough to say, a little sheepishly, "Excuse me a minute, but
Katy is frisky just now."
They all laughed; they mostly had little wives on their laps too.
But
I turned the earpiece off and returned my attention to my Katy,
thrusting in as fast and deep as I could. She had an orgasm, and
seconds later I had mine, and kept thrusting until I was fully
satisfied and spent. She wanted to collapse on my chest, but I told her
I needed to get back to my meeting and she had to go. She didn't
complain. She knew she should have thought of her need before the
meeting started. She lifted herself off me and went out to play,
carrying a little of my semen to fortify her for the next couple hours
as she got her exercise and played with the other kids. I returned to
the call, and had them repeat some of the details I had missed as Katy
was arousing me with her tiny motion, and then I offered my opinion.
When
I heard Katy running into the house I started fondling myself to get an
erection, and my penis was ready by the time it was needed. I heard the
toilet flush, and seconds later Katy galloped around the corner and
launched herself at me. In the fraction of a second between the time
she lifted her dress and descended on me I could see a couple drops of
pee on her labia. She hadn't wiped herself. Opinion was divided on how
important that was. I didn't mind, since there were other fluids oozing
around down there anyway, and it didn't irritate her skin or mine. As
my penis filled her up I could feel her body relax and see a big smile
come to her face. She reached up to kiss me before snuggling against my
chest. She was in a dazed half-sleep until we got up for lunch a half
hour later.
As
in so many of his installations, Smith made trouble reproducing a major
premise. Girls needed constant sex of some sort from the time they were
born or their bodies would forget to have puberty. He changed the men
to be attracted to little girls as well as women, and changed girls so
that with appropriate encouragement they had mature vaginas and
libidinal energies by age one.
It's hard for a man to do much
physical labor while "wearing" girl on his penis most of the time, so
most of the labor fell to men in their 20s, neuter females, and older
women who still enjoyed their husband's attentions but didn't need them
any more. For a young man, distinguishing himself in work in his 20s
was a major factor in finding a good wife.
A little background
on Mark's family at the time he wrote this: He was 40, married to the
five-year-old Katy. She had two brothers. Will was 14 and Sam was 10.
Her mother Michelle was about 30, still spending much of her time
physically attached to Katy's father Kyle, aged 58. Mark had been
living with the family since Katy was born.
Also in the family
was Martha, Michelle's neuter sister. Without constant sexual
attention, girls quickly turned into neuters. But even with good care
about 20% still did. Martha had done so at age six, leading as usual in
such cases to her divorce. A neuter girl no longer wanted anything to
do with sex or even close touch with her husband. Her vagina fused shut
and she never went through puberty. The husband and neuter wife shared
little but their failure, so the husband usually drifted away. The
neuters usually stayed with their families, working in the home or
outside. Neuters never felt the passion for life that others sometimes
did, and they were often mildly depressed. This was another of Smith's
subtle manipulations, so that no girl would actively want to become a
neuter.
One
bit of wisdom for keeping girls from going neuter is to let them have
as much sex as they want. On sunny warm days pairs of husbands and
young wives usually congregated in the park by the river, though in
inclement weather there were similar indoor spaces. I had first taken
Katy to this park a year or so before to see what she thought. Many
girls just look and quickly lose interest. Katy was fascinated from the
start. You might call what she was looking at husband-swapping. If one
of the other dads looked good to a girl, he would usually accept her
proposal and have sex with her. The girl would look as this new man and
new penis descended on and into her, but would also be clutching her
husband's hand and looking back and forth between the comfort of her
husband and the excitement of her lover. The lover's child wife would
not be thrilled but would wait close by. But often a straight swap
worked, so the two men would mount the two girls lying on their backs
side by side. Glances would go back and forth as each girl reassured
herself by her husband's presence, and each husband wanted to check
that his wife was OK. But if she was, he also felt the excitement of
plunging into another girl, with her slightly different personality,
different body, and different rhythm -- but ending with coming and
shooting his semen up inside her.
Yesterday in the park there
were a dozen different couples. Shortly after we arrived we swapped
with one couple where the mutual interest was almost electric. The man
was a little heavy, and the girl was dark-skinned and dark-haired and
much older than Katy, maybe 10. She wanted to be taken from the rear,
which I was delighted to do. I kept pressing in a little farther each
time to see how deep she would want me to go. When I was finally in as
far as I could go I just barely felt the tip of my penis touching the
end of her vagina. The instant that happened she started on a big
orgasm which kept going and going until I came myself, utterly
satisfied to be able to press in as far as I possibly could, without
any need to hold back. She was shaky and needed to lie down, so we
spooned with me hugging her back while waiting for Katy and the girl's
husband to finish. Each girl was eager to reconnect with her proper
husband again.
There was a man with a cute happy little two year
old grabbing his front as she was firmly anchored on his penis. The man
and I started chatting. The two-year-old was checking me out and Katy
was checking out the man. Katy could tell that I was really interested
in the little girl because my penis was rock hard. She looked pretty
interested in the man too. He asked his little wife, "Would you like to
hug the man?"
The girl smiled at me and said, "Mmmhmm".
I
first picked Katy off of me and set her on the grass. The man slid his
little girl off his penis and handed her to me. Sometimes men and girls
had slightly different ways of doing things, but in this case the new
girl slid right onto my penis easily. I remembered fondly when Katy was
that age. I lay down on my back and left the girl sitting up on me. I
had been planning to bounce her up and down, but she was doing it quite
energetically herself, working my penis in and out. My penis was
straining upwards as I was bewitched by this little one. I was trying
to keep from coming too soon, but I found I couldn't hold it. I grabbed
her around the waist and bounced her up and down three times hard and
spurted my innards out, or so it seemed, up into this cute girl. She
shrieked as she came.
The other man had wanted Katy missionary
style, and that was fine with her, so she had lain back, dress up
enough for him to get in, and he had landed on her and slowly slid
himself inside her and started a lovely considerate gentle motion in
and out. They were still going as the little girl and I finished. He
was getting more excited; Katy was having a good time but wasn't headed
towards ecstasy. As the man's little two-year-old was resting against
my chest, I said, "She'll like it even better faster and deeper".
Surprised,
he looked back and forth between Katy and me, but then a little lusty
grin came over his face. He started speeding up and going deeper, and
found that the more he accelerated and the harder and deeper he plunged
the more intense Katy's expression. So at last he did a flurry of fast
strokes, and Katy convulsed, with her heels digging into his back, as
he came too with total animal abandon. He looked blown away. Yeah, my
Katy could do that to a man. He slid out of her and flopped onto his
back. That left Katy with an empty vagina, which she was not thrilled
about. My two-year-old had recovered some energy, lifted off my penis
and she went scuttling over to her man.
Katy leapt up and came
racing over to me. I think my body had spent itself more than usual on
the little two-year-old, so my erection was not big at all. I coated my
first and second fingers with the fluid pooled around the base of my
penis and slid them up inside Katy as she scooted down and lay against
me. It wasn't the same thing as a penis, but I knew she liked it OK.
Her hand was down idly stroking my scrotum and penis. It grew within a
few minutes, and she replaced the subletting fingers with the true
tenant penis in her vagina and was content again. Did you like doing it
with him? I asked. She nodded enthusiastically. He's a little bigger
than you. she said. The honesty of children.
I maneuvered us
near one girl who intrigued me. She looked to be about 11, and I could
see she was developing a little. I walked over with Katy impaled on me
and introduced myself to the two of them, lying spooned on their sides.
Katy was not interested in the man. The 11-year-old had a kind of
insolent expression, and said I looked good but was interested only if
she could ride me. That was more than just fine with. So I lay on my
back with Katy close by, oriented the other way so I could easily keep
two of my fingers up inside her. My very stiff penis was ready for the
big girl to do with as she wished. She came over and without
preliminaries or looking at me she took me inside deep, quickly. She
started bouncing up and down and grinding against me. She looked at me
and smiled a little, and then I felt her stretching all the way down,
vaginal lips right on my pubic bone, it seemed. And she looked amazed,
and then started moving up and down fast, but after every few strokes
smushing her whole labial area against me totally. She got a lusty
smile and went after me with abandon. In less than a minute she came
with a big groan, and held herself down against me tight. I came then
too. But she didn't stop. She kept going, fast and strong, and within a
minute came again, a little slower and sweeter, before collapsing on
me. "He doesn't hit the end!" she said dreamily to her husband. Another
tribute to my short penis, I guess, but she was clearly ecstatic about
it. Katy could tell that the girl was done with me, and started pushing
her off so she could reclaim my penis for herself.
Katy's
curiosity and interest was high, and she ended up taking a penis from
nine of the men and I did most of their wives. Lots of times the
husbands didn't come, since our stamina wasn't quite that good. When we
got home we both took a nap. One advantage of being married to a young
wife is you get to sleep a lot.
After supper four of Will's
friends came over, boys who had recently gone through puberty. Katy
knew why they were here and she was excited. I seated myself on a
chair, and after taking all her clothes off Katy lowered herself over
my penis facing away from me. Tom approached, and seeing a nod from me
and Katy's radiant smile he pulled down his pants and underpants. Katy
leaned forward and eagerly took his penis in her mouth. Seeing Katy's
gorgeous body and accepting the expert ministrations of her tongue, Tom
quickly got a full erection. Seconds later he moaned in orgasm as he
pulsed three shots of semen into Katy's mouth, globs she swallowed
eagerly. He sat on the couch to recover, while David came over. He
might have been a little shy, because he didn't pull his pants down, he
just pulled his penis out his fly. Katy didn't mind. She engulfed the
penis with equal enthusiasm, and within a minute David too got that
faraway expression and pressed his penis a little deeper in Katy's
mouth as he came, and Katy swallowed all that too. Katy was sliding up
and down on my penis and when Edwin came in her mouth she came too. But
she was no less enthusiastic to pleasure George and convince him to
unburden himself of his seed right in her mouth so she could swallow it.
The
evening is the customary time for the boys and young men to have some
relief while also helping out the girls. As they reach puberty, boys
see a whole range of attractive girls, but each one has a man's penis
up her vagina, rendering her unavailable. They can masturbate if they
wish, of course. But the girls love the taste of semen, swallow however
much they can get, and it maybe helps insure against their going neuter.
Then
when it was 10pm it was time once again for us to go to bed. A little
quick sex suited us both fine given our riotous afternoon and active
evening, but as we drifted off my semi-hard penis was up inside her
young vagina, a constant reminder to her body that she was a female,
with a destiny as a mother. Her vagina in turn tenderly but firmly
cradled and hugged me. Her tight, hot vagina milked the semen out of my
penis once during the night, though I barely woke up.
I
found that little write-up today while I was sorting some old papers.
Sixteen years have gone by and I wish I had captured some more of those
precious days. But I will at least write a few more thoughts about how
things have gone since then.
Katy turned 13 and the barest hints
of breasts grew a bit. She got a few pubic hairs and her hips widened
noticeably. One day she reported she didn't feel so good in her bowels,
and I didn't think much of it. But the next time she had an orgasm
blood gushed out. Her period had started. She was thrown off kilter and
needed my penis more than ever. It isn't the most pleasant thing to
have your penis bathed in period blood for days, but you get used to
it. It's one of the little trials of being a husband. You get used to
those flat menstrual pads with a hole in the middle for your penis to
poke through.
Now of course she could in theory get pregnant. It
wasn't all that easy, though, so no one dreamed of contraception. To
everyone's delight she got pregnant not long after she turned 15.
Morning sickness was no fun, and it was a little scary, so she wanted
me with her and inside her more than ever. As her belly started to grow
we took to connecting with me behind her more often. Even when she went
into labor she wanted me inside her. Not all girls did, but my Katy was
very attached to me. Except for occasional exams by the midwives, I
stayed in her until she started pushing. She still wanted me near, so
she grasped my penis in her hand. It did hurt quite a bit as she
squeezed it with all her strength through a painful contraction, but it
was nothing compared to what she was going through.
Amnio had
told us the baby would be boy, and we named him Brian. Men in many
cultures start to feel left out when their wife has a baby, but I was
shielded from that to a considerable extent because I was left in --
literally. Katy didn't need me in her constantly, but she still needed
me inside her several hours a day and needed sex, orgasms and semen at
least twice a day.
Katy's next baby came three years later, and
we knew it would be a girl, Tara. We interviewed a number of potential
husbands and reached an arrangement with Zach. It was a momentous
choice because we would quite probably live with him for the rest of
our lives. He was a man of 28 years, of good character, good family and
handsome to boot.
Keeping a newborn baby girl from neutering was
important, and we followed the customs. As soon as Tara had slipped out
of Katy, had her chord cut, and gotten cleaned up, her first stop was
not her mother's breast. Instead she was placed on Katy's belly. Zach
masturbated and spurted his semen onto her labia, and then using a
little blunt syringe he injected it in her baby vagina. But she needed
far more semen than one man could produce. Twenty-four young men were
called for, including Zach's family, friends, and friends' families,
and a few of the hospital staff. Each man had masturbated within the
last half hour and the semen collected. I did not contribute, because
in all this I remained dedicated to Katy. Zach took some of it bit by
bit on his little finger and Tara sucked it off. Syringe after syringe
was slid up into her vagina. A little was rubbed over her body until
she was covered with it. Only after all that did Tara go to Katy's
nipple and drink her mother's milk. Through the years I had stayed
close at hand to nudge Katy's female essence and keep it from falling
asleep, and from the beginning Zach played the same role for Tara. A
few times a day he would masturbate and use the syringe to fill her
vagina with it. Any of us could also use our finger to help settle her.
The breast and pacifier helped, but so did a little finger in her
vagina. It stretched as the months went by. A middle finger became
better than a little finger. At eight months two fingers were better
than one, then three, and getting them deep was important, and then
around one year she was mostly fussy when she didn't have fingers up
insider her. It was time for the marriage. In a simple private ceremony
Katy gave her baby away to Zach. They jointly slid her onto Zach's
erect penis. She quieted. This was where she belonged. She was of
course a virgin, but Zach was too. He had contributed plenty of his
seed into the mouths of eager little girls, but never their vaginas.
Zach consummated the marriage with a sweet little bit of thrusting and
ejaculation up inside her.
Tara's little girl smells stimulated
Zach to be erect most of the time, and she only left his penis for
short periods: to pee and poop, bodily functions which were otherwise
suppressed by the penis within; to bathe; and for Zach to get a little
exercise and stretch his muscles. As women have walked around with
babies on their hip, Zach walked around with Tara on his penis,
clutched against his stomach. At least three times a day Zach would
thrust inside his tiny wife and coat her young vagina in semen once
again. She started feeling pleasure, and soon enough he could give her
an orgasm. I had gone through all with Katy, too. As Tara's personality
and sexual appetites began to show I got especially nostalgic.
Tara
belongs to Zach, but I am not alone. I have Katy. Once in the morning,
once at bedtime, and often once in the middle of the night I fill her
with my straining hard penis, lunge in just as fast and hard as I want.
She never refuses me, and I never refuse her. She sometimes engulfs me
even harder than I strain into her but in any case wallows luxuriously
in her own pleasure. For me it always ends with the exquisite animal
pleasure of an orgasm deep inside her. All is well with the world.