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Orphan Girl
a Story by Varangian
Fall, 2005


The well-dressed man, neither old nor young, arrived at the orphanage to
select a new girl for his comfort.  The previous one, as those before
her, had been dispatched to a brothel when her breasts grew large and
her groin hairy.

He was the general inspector of the county's Child Welfare Agency, and
it was well-known in the corrupt bureaucracy of the corrupt society that
he selected a young girl for his pleasure every couple of years.

"We don't see you here too often, Mr. Kleingeld," the orphanage
administrator said, suppressing a sneer.  "I suppose you will inspect
the kitchens."

"I'll leave that up to the Health Department, Ms. Carnossi.  I wish to
interview some girls at random to assess their experience under your
care."

"No boys?"

"Boys are habitual liars, as you know.  I prefer to question a few
innocent girls who are more likely to tell the truth."

"Just as before, I assume," the woman said.

"You understand me exactly, Ms. Carnossi.  Please assemble the ten and
eleven year-olds."

The administrator did as ordered, and within the hour a line of forty-
seven girls snaked from a room around the corridor of the main building.
Kleingeld sat beside a desk all day to interview each of them in private
with the door closed.

"I'm Doctor Kleingeld," he said to the first.  "I'm here to conduct a
physical examination.  Please take off your clothes."

Intimidated by his adult authority and imperious demeanor, none
objected.  Each stripped naked with varying degrees of reluctance.  He
inspected a succession of bald labia, although some had pin hairs.
Their chests were mostly flat, and his hands, running down torsos to
thighs, usually felt scant hips.  Some were skinny and others heavy with
bulging stomachs and thick limbs.

"Your name is Sandra," he stated to a particularly pretty girl whose
flaxen hair and pale flesh intrigued him.

"Yes sir," she replied, demurely, hands chastely concealing her
privates.

She was in perfect proportion -- torso, limbs and head.  He pulled her
concealing hands away to view the bald, puffy labia, at the top of which
protruded a prominent clitoral hood.  He parted the nether lips and
leaned close to inspect her.  Her hymen was intact, unlike twenty
percent of the girls he had examined previously.  He knew that the staff
of the institution was lax, which allowed the boys free reign.
Pregnancy was a continuing problem at this facility.

"You're eleven years old," he said, straightening and consulting her
file.

"Eleven and a half, sir," she responded.

This was the one, he decided.   With hands on her chest he fingered the
nubbins that were her tits.  She started and stepped away from the
touch.  He pulled her back and ran his hands down to her thighs, which
were lovely and sexy in their taper.

"We're going to transfer you, Sandra," he said, leaning back in his
chair.  "You'll enjoy a good life of decent food and nice clothes.  I'm
sure you'll be pleased."

"I'll miss my friends," she said.

"You'll make new ones, my dear."


* * *


Jacob Kleingeld did not physically rape the girls he brought home from
the orphanage, although legally that would be the fact.  Rather than
coercing them, he preferred the sport of seduction, which involved sweet
words and bounteous gifts.

Sandra resisted his overtures, despite his full tilt efforts.  She did
not like the man.

"What's the problem, darling?" he asked on the third day at his large
house.

"I want to go back," she said.  "I miss my friends."

"Do you have a boy friend?"

She shook her head.  "I'm not like some of the others," she said.  "I
miss Amy and Johanna. They're my best friends."

"Some of the others, you said.  Do you know about sex?"

"We all do."

Kleingeld leaned back to stare at the girl beside him on the couch.  Her
pale, soft thighs splayed upon the cushions, a vision that excited him.
Once more, she refused to enter his embrace for a kiss.

"What am I going to do with you, Sandra?" he asked in frustration.

"Send me back!"

"I can't do that, darling.  I've already checked you out of that place.
Actually, you no longer exist on paper."

"I'm a person!" she responded, defiantly.

"Of course you are, sweetheart.  But you must be reasonable.  I'm not
such a bad guy."

"I won't do what you want!"  she exclaimed, standing up.

"What choice do you have, dearest?  You only have me."

Sandra raced from the room and ran to the front door, before Kleingeld
could assess the situation.  She was gone, door gaping open, when he got
there.

"Sandra!" he cried into the darkness.


* * *


Judd did not know for certain that he was a loser, although he suspected
it.   Just  eighteen, he managed to get booze every day and swilled too
much of it.  He was drunk, when he stumbled upon a young girl cowering
behind a bush in the park.

"What do we have here?" he said, reeling unsteadily.

"You're drunk!" the girl exclaimed and sought to flee.

He grabbed her arm, pulling her to him.

"I need a friend," he slurred.

"Go find another!" she yelled, kicking him in the shin.

He recoiled in pain, but he did not loosen his grasp of her.

"What are you doing here in the middle of the night," he asked, suddenly
sober.

"I'm lost," she lied.

"We're in the northeast quadrant of Palmer Park."

"I'm not from around here, mister.  I need a place to stay."

"I have an apartment nearby, little one.  You're welcome to crash, but
don't expect much of me tonight, because I've had too much to drink."

"I just want to get away, and I don't expect anything."

Without a word she followed him, but soon she had to hold him upright as
he staggered.  He remained sufficiently lucid to guide her to his place,
which was a basement apartment in a decrepit, half empty building.
After entering the place, she released him and he fell unconscious to
the floor.  She climbed onto an unmade bed of crumpled sheets and soiled
pillow cases, quickly falling asleep.

Hours later she awoke to the sound of voices.  It was light outside.

"Who's this little kid, Judd?"

"I don't know.  I found her in the park last night."

Sandra sat up in the bed to stare at the couple, Judd and a petite girl
about his age.

"What's your name, honey?  I'm Judith."

"Sandra."

"How old are you Sandra?"

"Eleven and a half."

"What were you doing in the park last night?"

"I ran away from a man who wanted, you know, to keep me."

"I bet he was after more that that!" Judd exclaimed, guffawing.

"Shut up, Judd.  You're scaring the child."

Sandra was not frightened in the least.  She liked Judith, who sat on
the edge of the bed and placed a hand on her bare thigh.

"Do you have a home, Sandra?" Judith asked, sweetly.

"I used to live in an orphanage, but the man took me away from there."

"Did he adopt you?"

"I don't know about that.  He said he'd give me things and all, but I
didn't want to sleep with him."

"Of course not, honey.  Are you hungry?  We could go over to my place
for a bite."

"And some licking too!" Judd exclaimed, once more guffawing.  "Why don't
you tell her you're a dyke, Judith?  Maybe she won't want to sleep with
you either."

"I'm certainly not going to leave her here for you to rape like you did
me that first time."

Judd smirked.  "You said it didn't hurt much and that I almost brought
you off."

Judith ignored him.  She took Sandra's hand and urged her off the bed.
Standing side by side, they were almost the same height.  Judd loomed
more than a head taller.  Judith led the girl from the basement
apartment.

"Send her back after you get bored," Judd called from behind them.

The two girls walked hand in hand down a rubbish strewn alley.

"I live in the next block," Judith said.  "I have my own place.
Although it's not much, it's cleaner than Judd's apartment."

"What's a dyke, Judith?" Sandra asked.

"It means that I like girls more than boys, although I like them too."

"I like girls.  I have two special friends.  They're twelve."

"Did you play together, Sandra?  Did you kiss one another?"

"Lot's of times, and we did more than that.  I miss them."

A flush of excitement spread from Judith's cheeks to her upper chest.
However young, the girl she was leading home was remarkably beautiful in
both face and body.  Moreover she appeared to have had some sexual
experience, at least with girls.

"Maybe we'll kiss too," she remarked.

"I'd like that," Sandra said.  "I miss doing stuff."

Judith hurried the girl along.


* * *

They exited the alley and were about to cross the street when a passing
car made a sudden U-turn and screeched to a halt in front of them.
Jacob Kleingeld climbed out.

"Sandra!" he shouted and began to move around the front of the car.

Sandra took off in the other direction, running like a boy, soon
rounding a corner into another alley.  Judith, startled, remained
unmoving until Kleingeld slammed into her, almost causing her to fall to
the pavement.

"Leave her alone!" she exclaimed.

"She's my responsibility!" the man shouted.  "Get out of the way!"

In the alley Sandra ran past a bedraggled man and a row of dumpsters.
She scooted behind one of them and almost immediately heard a pair of
running feet and shouts of her name from both Kleingeld and Judith.

"The little girl ran around that corner," the alley man said, pointing.
"What's she done?"

He received no answer and the pursuers hurried on.  Sandra poked her
head out from behind the dumpster.

"Get back, missy," the man said.  "They'll be coming this way on their
return."

Minutes later Sandra heard the voices of Judith and Kleingeld approach,
grumbling and complaining.

"Where did she go?" Kleingeld whined.

"You pervert!" Judith exclaimed.  "You only wanted to use her
selfishly."

"And what about you?  What did you have in mind?"

Their voices faded then were lost as they rounded the corner.

"You can come out now, missy," the man whispered.

Sandra peered from her hiding place then stepped in front of the
dumpster.  She looked at the man, inspected him.  He was old like
Kleingeld.  His clothes were worn, but they and his face appeared to be
clean.

"Are you a runaway?" he asked.

"I was taken from the orphanage, but I can't go back there, because I'd
just be taken away again."

"By that man?"

"Yeah.  He wants me to sleep with him."

"I see.  And who was the young woman?"

"Judith.  She wants to sleep with me too, and I was looking forward to
it."

"But you're just a little girl."

"I'm eleven and a half."

"So you want to avoid the man, but you want to find the girl.  Where
does she live?"

"I don't know."

Sandra began to weep softly.  "I have nowhere to go," she said in
sniffling gasps.

"You can come with me, if you like.  I won't hurt you."

"You're just like Mr. Kleingeld!" she exclaimed.

"I wish I were, missy.  Then I would be able to enjoy sex.  I was a
soldier, you see, and I was wounded in an unfortunate place."

"You got your cock shot off?"

"Where did you learn to speak like that?"

"In the orphanage."

"Actually, missy, I was blown up and lost my balls.  If you come with me
all I could do is touch you, which I would love to do.  You're very
beautiful, you know."

"You aren't homeless, mister?"

"My name is John.  What's yours?

"Sandra."

"Well, Sandra, I have a small cottage.  It's not much, but it's clean.
You're welcome to stay with me until you decide what to do."

"Is it far from here?"

"About a mile away."

"Okay.  I don't have any other place to go."

The man pulled a shopping cart from between two dumpsters and he pushed
it as they went deeper into the alley.

"What's that stuff?" she asked, nodding at items in the cart.

"It's amazing what people throw out, Sandra.  I collect what I can
sell."


* * *

John's place was located in an industrial area where many of the
enterprises were separated by empty lots and broad, weedy expanses.  The
house was in one of those spaces not far from a cement plant.

Inside was a single room with a kitchen nook.  Two doors led to a
bathroom and a small bedroom.  Everything was neat and tidy.  Outside in
the yard were piles of things that John hoped to sell.

"Are you going to touch me?" Sandra asked as soon as she entered the
house.

"I would love to," he replied, "but only if you give me permission.  I
know how to pleasure girls.  Have you ever rubbed yourself?"

"Of course!  I had two special friends at the orphanage.  They're
twelve.  We used to rub and lick each other."

"So you're not so innocent.  You know about sex."

She eyed him with a certain adult-like condescension.  "Have you ever
lived in an orphanage?"

"No.  I suppose a child grows up quickly in that sort of place."

"You'd be surprised, John.

"Do you enjoy sex?"

"Oh, yeah!  But my friends never let the boys touch me, although they
have boy friends.  I've only had sex with girls."

"My cock doesn't get hard, Sandra.  Having sex with me would be just
like with your special friends."

She smiled. "I really want to find Judith's house. But it might be fun
living with you for a while."

"You're teasing me, Sandra.  That's not nice."

"What do you mean?  I don't mind you touching me, and I'd like you to
lick my pussy."

"I understand, sweetheart.  The tease is your obvious readiness to go
all the way, and you know I can't do that."

She giggled.  "I'm sorry, John.  You're right.  I'm sorry you can't, you
know, come off."

"Let's go to bed, darling.  It's enough that you're so beautiful and
that you'll let me touch and lick you."

"You can do what you want, John."

"Stop it!"


* * *


"We'll return to the alley where we met," John said the next morning
after breakfast.  "Then we'll try to retrace your steps back to that
boy's apartment.  What's his name?"

"Judd."

"Maybe Judd will be the boy to fuck you for the first time."

"Not him!  I want somebody like you."

"Please, Sandra, you're teasing me again.  I'll always remember our
night together.  I've never had such a young and beautiful girl like
you.  I was on the verge of tears when I held you to me and I couldn't
get hard."

He gazed at the pretty girl, remembering her exciting, soft thighs and
the taste of her hairless pussy.  He'd go crazy if he kept her.

"Let's go," he said.  "With luck you'll sleep with your friend Judith
tonight."

"I hope so.  Maybe she'll pick a guy for me."

"Are you so curious about regular sex, darling?"

"Yeah.  My friends at the orphanage said it's really fun, after the hurt
of course."

They set off, this time without the shopping cart.  In less than an hour
they reached the alley with all the dumpsters.

"Where do we go from here," John asked.

"There's another alley up the street.  We go down that one and I think
we'll find Judd's building."

They had no difficulty locating it, because they came upon Judd taking
out the trash.

"Wow!" he exclaimed.  "Did Judith get tired of you that quick?"  He
looked at John, who scowled.  "Who's your friend?"

"I'm John," the man spoke up with authority.  "Sandra became separated
from Judith yesterday.  We want to know where Judith lives."

"Yesterday?" the skinny young man asked.  "Has this tot been with you
overnight?"

"She slept in my bed, if you want to know.  Now, how do we find Judith's
house?"

"That's easy!  She lives nearby.  I'll take you there."

The three of them set off down the alley.  Judd whispered to John, "Was
she good?"

"She's a girl beyond description, boy, an angel."

"God!  I can hardly wait for my turn!"

"Don't hold your breath."

They found Judith at home, but she was groggy.

"I was up half the night looking for you, darling!" she exclaimed,
embracing Sandra tightly and kissing her neck.  "Where were you?"

"She spent the night with me," John said.  "She's still a virgin."

"Still a virgin?" Judd exclaimed.  "No way!"

"Judd," Judith said, "go home.  I want to talk with this man, and you
have nothing to gain by staying."

"I'm next in line," the young man said, pouting.  "Just remember that!"

"Go, Judd!  I'll see you later."

Judd slouched off.

"Why is she still a virgin?" Judith asked, after the boy left. "Sandra's
irresistible."

John explained the situation.  "I did no more than she's already
experienced with her friends at the orphanage," he said.

"That's distressing, John, I mean about your situation.  I wish there
was something I could do."

"Sexually?  I'm afraid not, unless you allow me to feel and lick you.
Sandra scarcely has tits.  It's been a long time since I felt a real
bosom."

"Sure, John.  I'll get naked for you and we'll do whatever you want."

"Me too!" Sandra exclaimed.

"Of course, darling," Judith said, embracing the child once again.

"On second thought, Judith, perhaps I should leave.  Getting sexually
involved with you two would be just too frustrating for me."

Judith stepped forward, leaned up and gave the man a sound, lingering
kiss during which he fondled a pert tit.  Sandra was next.

"You taste delicious, darling," he whispered in her ear then stood
straight.

"Sandra knows where I live," he said to Judith before leaving.  "Please
call on me, if you ever need my help."


* * *


They were finally alone together in Judith's apartment, alone at last to
make love.  The elder girl, flush with excitement, took the youngster's
hand and led her to the bedroom.

When she undressed the young girl, Judith discovered what she had
anticipated.

"You're perfection, darling!"  Judith shook her head in wonder.
"There's not one thing that stands out.  All of you is luscious, even
your toes.  You're sexually desirable, despite being just eleven years
old."

"Mr. Kleingeld picked me out from a lot of other girls."

"However odious the man, he has taste."

After Judith tore off her clothes, they reclined and embraced on the
bed.  Sandra squirmed in delight as the older girl fervently explored
her flesh with mouth and hands, eventually concentrating on the bare
pussy, which she teased with her tongue, avoiding the clit hood.

"Please!" Sandra begged.  "Please do it!"

When Judith finally complied, the young girl came off quickly, emitting
whiny gasps.

For the next hour they indulged themselves and pleasured each other
until they were sated for the moment.

"I want to keep you, darling.  You're so precious," Judith said as they
cuddled together.  "But I can't afford to.  I'm just getting by as it
is."

"I don't eat much, Judith."

"You're so sweet," the elder said, kissing the girl.  "Until I find a
home for you, you'll stay with me."

"What kind of home?  I don't want to live with someone like Mr.
Kleingeld."

"Of course not, darling.  Let me think about this matter.  I already
have some ideas."

Sandra began sucking one of the elder's breasts and in return was
cuddled like a baby.

"You're getting me excited again, darling.  Do you want to play with
some of my toys?"

"Toys?"

Judith reached over, opened the nightstand's drawer and pulled out
several dildos.

"I use these sometimes when I'm alone or with a girl friend.  They're no
substitute for the real thing, though.  These contraptions have no
thighs, shoulders or gasping breaths against my neck, but they're useful
for times like this."

Sandra picked up each one and inspected it.

"I'm not ready for these," she said.  "I need a real boy first."

"As you wish, darling, but I was hoping to be the one to take your
cherry."

"With something plastic?"

"We could use vegetables or sausages, if you prefer.   Perhaps my
fingers?"

"I want a boy to do it, Judith, like my friends back at the orphanage
had."

"All right.  But we can still have lots of fun with these things.  They
vibrate."


* * *


Kleingeld, having tracked them down, stood at Judith's front door.  She
gaped at him after responding to his knock.  He did not attempt to
enter.

"This is not such a large town," he explained, "and I have my ways."

"You can't have her!"

"But you can?  Sandra is illicit for us both, so we can't adjudicate our
rival claims."

Judith smiled.  "I have possession of the girl and she wants to live
with me."

"You flip burgers for a living, Judith.  You can't afford to keep her.
Perhaps we could negotiate a resolution."

Sandra then came out of the bathroom and stood gawking when she saw the
man.

"Go away!" she yelled.

"I won't touch you, sweetheart," he called to the girl.  Turning his
attention again to Judith, he asked.  "May I come in?  I have a proposal
that might interest you."

Judith stood aside.  Kleingeld edged into the room, deliberately not
moving towards Sandra.  He found a chair and sat.  The two girls
positioned themselves across the room facing him.

"Sandra wants to live with you, Judith, and you wish to keep her.  Your
lack of resources, however, makes that impossible.  I know that you're
two months behind on your rent."

"What are you suggesting, Mr. Kleingeld?"

"I'm wealthy.  I keep the county job because it allows me access to the
children at the orphanage.  I'm able to support you and Sandra, even to
the extent of sending you to college downtown."

Judith sneered.  "You want to buy us in exchange for sex with Sandra?"

"In a word, yes.  I suggest a four year contract, even though I'll lose
interest in the girl well before the end of it.  That will allow you to
graduate from college and find a decent job."

"Why don't you just go back to the orphanage and get another girl?"

"Because I consider Sandra to be a rare, special creature.  I have never
before seen her like."

"Your proposal, Mr. Kleingeld, makes Sandra a prostitute and me her
pimp."

"Don't be so negative, Judith.  Look on the bright side.  I'll only want
to visit her twice a week for a couple of hours."

"I can't agree!  This is just too ugly!"

"I'll do it," Sandra spoke up.  "It sounds like a good deal."

"Sandra!" Judith exclaimed.

Kleingeld smiled.  "The girl is both beautiful and intelligent," he
said.

"You'll get her pregnant!" Judith protested.

"I had a vasectomy years ago, before I embarked upon my, ah, dealings
with orphans."

Judith riveted Sandra with her eyes.  "Are you sure about this?" she
whispered.

"It's the only way we can stay together," the young girl whispered back.

To Kleingeld Sandra announced, "I want a boy to be, you know, my first."

"Any one in particular?" he asked.

"Davey Sessions.  He's at the orphanage.  He's a few months older than
me."

"As you wish, sweetheart, even though the lad is too young to squirt.
I'll arrange it."


* * *


Kleingeld and Davey arrived at Judith's apartment the next afternoon.
The pretty, blond boy was nervous, yet eager.  He had been told of what
lay ahead.

"May I watch?" Kleingeld asked.

"No!" Sandra exclaimed.

She pulled the lad into the room and shut the door in the man's face.

"I'll be back in three hours," he called from the hallway.

Although Judith was fascinated by the boy's androgynous beauty, she left
the two kids alone, not wanting to intrude.  She would observe Sandra's
defloration from the bedroom's doorway.

The kids, having had no previous heterosexual experience, were awkward
with each other.  Judith could not make out their whispered exchanges as
they stood next to the bed.  But after they kissed with some enthusiasm,
she heard Sandra exclaim, "Let's do it!"

They undressed quickly.  Judith gasped at their equal loveliness.  For
long moments they just gazed at each other, surveying sleek flesh.  Were
she in Sandra's position, Judith would have slavered the boy's hairless
body and sucked his erect cock that was scarcely a fistful.

They climbed onto the bed then immediately folded together in a kissing
embrace.  Judith wished to join them, to give them instruction, but she
remained in the doorway with a hand inserted down her jeans, fingers
busy.

"Get on top!" she heard Sandra exclaim, and the boy complied.

Sandra positioned the small cock, and with instincts older than the
human race they mated, the girl gasping in discomfort as her partner
fucked with abandon.  His cock soon slipped out in his enthusiasm, but
rather than taking it into her again, she pushed him off.  The boy
seemed distraught.  Judith rushed forward to fall upon the bed and the
boy, engulfing the entirety of his messy cock.  After short moments of
sucking the boy bucked and grunted, but he emitted nothing into her
mouth.

"It didn't hurt like I thought," Sandra said, touching her bald pussy,
the slit filled with blood but not oozing.

"It's over now, darling.  Davey has done a good job."

The boy grinned and felt Judith's adult, yet modest tit.

"Do you want me to get undressed?" she asked.  "We still have a lot of
time left before Kleingeld returns."

When Sandra nodded, as did the boy, Judith rose from the bed and
discarded her clothes.  For the next couple of hours the three of them
played together.  Judith had never before experienced such a small cock
which she received in all three of her major orifices.  It left her
frustrated, though, despite the boy's beauty.  She resolved to visit
Judd that evening.


* * *


A knock on the front door signaled Kleingeld's return.  Judith pulled on
a robe, closed the bedroom door and let the man in.

"Did it turn our all right?" he asked.

"Yes.  Sandra is no longer a virgin."

"Splendid!'  He eyed the robe that revealed shapely forearms and calves.
"You evidently joined them."

"Only after Davey ripped her."

He smiled. "I've opened a checking account for you.  You'll have to go
over and sign a signature card."

She said nothing, but just looked t him with evident disapproval.

"You'll get used to me, Judith.  This is the beginning of a relationship
from which we shall all benefit.  May I see her now?"

"She's sore, you know.  She won't be ready for you until next week."

"I understand.  I just wish to see the girl naked and touch her young
flesh."

Judith bit her tongue.  She detested the man, but she had come to
appreciate how he could change her life for the better.  She hated
herself as well, because she would profit from prostituting Sandra.

"In here," she said, stepping to the bedroom door and opening it.

The naked kids lounged on the bed.  They started at the intrusion.

"What a beautiful sight!" Kleingeld exclaimed, going to the bed and
sitting upon it.

He stroked one of Davey's almost feminine thighs then played with his
flaccid, little pecker.

"You'll spend the night me," he told him.  "I don't usually take boys to
bed, but for you I'll make an exception."

Davey gaped at the man, fearing the worst.

Kleingeld then turned his attention to Sandra.  He stroked her limbs and
torso then thumbed the nubbins on her chest.  He kissed her neck, when
she averted her face.

"I'll take it slowly with you, little one.  Before I leave, though, I
want to examine your pussy."

He spread her legs and leaned down between them, parting her labia with
his fingers.

"Excellent!  Your passage is now unguarded.  You'll enjoy our times
together.  I promise you."

He licked and kissed her bare pussy before straightening and rising to
his feet.

"That's it," he said to Judith.  "Please get a telephone.  You have
money now.  Remember to visit the bank and complete the account
application.  I'll be back next week."

Kleingeld repeatedly touched Davey as the boy dressed.  Then they left,
leaving the girls alone.

"Poor Davey," Judith said to herself.


* * *


For the next three days Judith and Sandra both lived new, better lives.
And they had each other to love.  Judith quit her job and enrolled at
the university, after learning from the bank that Kleingeld had been
especially generous.  They shopped and shopped.

On the morning of the fourth day John appeared at the door with a
sheepish look on his face.

"Something has happened to me," he said, sitting at the table and
accepting a cup of coffee from Sandra, who then fondled his head
affectionately.

"Is it serious?" Judith asked, sitting opposite him and taking his hand
in hers.

"I went to the doctor for an explanation, and he said that it's
perfectly normal."

"What is?" Judith exclaimed.

John squirmed in his chair.  "I woke up yesterday morning with an
erection.  I haven't gotten hard since I was wounded ten years ago.  I
remembered a vivid dream of you and Sandra with me making love.  I
immediately began to masturbate, of course, and I actually reached a
climax.  It was a small pleasure, but anything is better than nothing."

Sandra sat in the chair next to him.  Both she and Judith leaned towards
the man, fascinated by the story.

"What did the doctor tell you?"

"He said that I had been traumatized for the ten years since I was
wounded.  Evidently, my inability to get a hard-on was entirely
psychological.  There was no physical reason why blood didn't flow and
stiffen my cock, and that I could experience modest orgasms the way
immature boys do at times."

"That's wonderful, John!" Judith exclaimed, squeezing his hand.  "What
caused this change?"

"You two," he said, looking at each in turn.  "I physically desired you,
and I even spent a exciting night in bed with Sandra.  But my brain
straightened out only when I realized that I had fallen in love with
both of you."

"Do you get hard often?" Sandra asked.

"I'm hard right now, little darling."

Judith pushed back her chair then stood.  "Let's return to bed," she
said. "The three of us."


* * *


Over the next two hours John performed like a young man, despite his
thirty-eight years and the lack of balls.  He concentrated on one girl
then the other, bringing them to climax several times with mouth and fat
cock.  He did the girls three times each, exhausting them.  When they
paused to rest, they fell asleep with John between them.  Sandra's head
rested on his chest and his arm cuddled Judith to him.

Judith woke first then John.  He noticed tears in her eyes.

"I could weep in happiness too, darling," he whispered. "But I'm not
that sort."

"I'm happy with you, John.  But I'm worried about something awful.  It's
all my fault."

"What is it sweetheart?  It can't be all that bad."

She then told him about the deal with Kleingeld.

"Yes," he said after she finished, "that's serious.  Given the situation
at the time, your agreement with him was reasonable.  But not now."

"What can we do?" Judith wailed, waking Sandra.

"What's happening?" the young girl asked, after kissing the man's cheek.

"We're going to find a nice place and live together," he said.  "You'll
have to return the money that Kleingeld gave you."

"But I can't!" Judith cried.  "I've already spent almost two thousand
dollars on tuition, clothes and stuff."

"I can," he said.  "For the past ten years I've been receiving a 100% VA
disability pension check each month.  I've scarcely touched the money,
because I didn't have to.  I'm good at alley picking.  I'm not rich, but
I have enough to buy a small house and support you."

"I'd really like that, John," Judith said.  "But Kleingeld might get
nasty, if we deny him Sandra.  He's rich and influential."

"He won't dare cause trouble," the man responded.  "What can he do?
Call the police?"  He pulled Sandra to him for a snuggle.  "I won't let
him or any other grown man touch my little darling."

"Will you marry me, John?" Sandra asked with excitement.

"No, darling.  I'll marry Judith then we'll adopt you."


END
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