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Third Street Girls Orphanage (pedo)
written by PeachKisser2004
Part 1 - The Orphanage (slow, setup)
Mother Maryanne ran the Third Street Girls Orphanage with an iron fist.
She was in charge of nearly a dozen playful little girls, mischievous and
aged four to ten years old. If Mother Maryanne ever allowed rules to go
unenforced, mayhem would immediately result. And the girls constantly
tested Mother Maryanne's patience, but the matronly nun was consistently
stern and firm in her administration of the orphanage.
Originally founded as an offshoot of a local Catholic church, when it
became clear the church officials were only interested in the welfare of
the male orphans, TSGO existed solely on the charity of a number of steady
patrons of the orphanage, as well as what meager charity and good will
Mother Maryanne and her part-time staff of volunteers could muster from
the community at large.
One of the less-orthodox fundraising efforts took its basic idea from
local animal shelters. Known informally as the "Borrow A Princess"
program, it was completely legitimate and above-board, and allowed vetted
individuals to "borrow" one of the little girls for an afternoon.
Mostly single men took advantage of this program, and it was lauded in the
local newspapers as a fantastic community outreach program. Once you had
been vetted and put through the stringent TSGO screening process, for a
nominal donation you could take one of the girls out for an afternoon. And
some families even participated, if they wanted an extra kid along to
occupy their own children.
But by and large it was mostly single men participating int he Borrow A
Princess program. The single men loved it because the girls were so
starved for attention that they made excellent companions and chattered
away constantly, providing a pleasant change to their quiet lives. Best of
all, the presence of a little girl with a single man had an uncanny
ability to draw eligible adult female women to the men, and many a happy
relationship had started as an indirect result of the Borrow A Princess
program.
But before Mother Maryanne took her vows of celibacy, she had become
thoroughly familiar with the pleasures of the flesh, and she understood
the male sex drive better than she ever let on. It was this understanding
that led her to devise a new TSGO fundraising program, a far more
lucrative one than the simple Borrow A Princess.
From the list of individuals cleared to participate in the Borrow A
Princess program, Mother Maryanne carefully studied their interactions
with the girls. Before long she had identified several of the men who had
more than just a platonic interest in the princesses. Mother Maryanne
schemed to turn this age-old desire directly into profit for the
orphanage, and thus the "Evening Angels" program was borne.
Right away it was a smash success. The daytime Borrow A Princess program
became oh-so-boring to the little girls, and all the talk was now about
being selected for the Evening Angels program. Mostly it was the older
girls who got selected, the nine- and ten-year-olds, as they had better
manners and comportment than the younger children.
Wisely Mother Maryanne did not enquire of the girls what had happened with
the men on their evenings out, but she had heard the whispers among the
girls and knew that her program was working precisely as she imagined.
Within a week of implementing it Mother Maryanne overheard the eldest girl
Tamara talking with Kelly, one of the nine-year-olds, about Tamara's
evening out the night before.
"Oh my god Kelly, it was so huge!"
"What was huge?"
"His THINGY!" said Tamara emphatically. Mother Maryanne smiled and stopped
to listen, as she had been passing the girls' bedrooms.
"What's a 'thingy?'" asked Kelly, still puzzled.
"It's what men have between their legs! Don't you know anything?"
"Oh..."
"It dangles like this," continued Tamara. "And when men get excited, it
sticks straight out." Mother Maryanne peeked through the door frame hinges
and saw Tamara trying to show how a penis looked on a man.
"Well, what do they do with it?" asked Kelly, still naive.
"They make peepee with it first off," said Tamara. "But more than that,
when their thing gets hard, they can do other things with it, like rub it,
make this white sticky stuff come out, all sorts of fun things!"
"Hmm..." Kelly seemed unimpressed.
"Look, you gotta see it for yourself, it's amazing!" said Tamara. She
paused. "Maybe you can go out on an evening date with me and one of my guy
friends, and I'll have them show you." Kelly shrugged. "I guess so."
Mother Maryanne moved away from the door and resumed her duties, pleased
to hear her Evening Angels program was working out exactly like she hoped.
End of Part 1
Part 2 - Kurt's Date With Tamara
Kurt had been one of the original participants in the Borrow A Princess
program, had given Mother Maryanne feedback on improving it, and when she
quietly and privately announced the Evening Angels program, Kurt was
ecstatic. As a closet pedophile all his life, he had often fantasized
about taking his little afternoon Princesses out on a "real" evening date.
His first venture into the Evening Angels program happened on a Friday
night, and he chose Tamara, the oldest girl. When he arrived at TSGO to
pick her up, she came out dressed to the nines, Sunday church clothes all
the way, with a frilly blue dress, blue bonnet, white stockings and little
black schoolgirl shoes. Kurt almost creamed in his pants at the sight, and
when his Evening Angel climbed into his car, his head spun with the
possibilities the evening held in store.
The evening itself was a blur: dinner at a fancy restaurant, champagne for
Kurt but only fizzy apple juice for Tamara. But Kurt let her try some of
his champagne too, and she liked the tangy beverage, giggling as the
bubbles tickled her nose. Taking her to a movie, he let her select the
film and she selected a typical "chick flick," full of frilly soap opera
fluff. By the halfway point emotions were running high onscreen, and poor
Tamara was starting to sniffle and get all teary. Kurt hastened to dab
away her tears with a tissue and then put his arm around the child. She
felt so small! Kurt's heart pounded with joy and arousal as he comforted
Tamara, drew her to rest her head on his shoulders.
They left the movie around 10pm and the TSGO rules explicitly required the
girls be back by midnight, no exceptions. Kurt grinned as he thought of
high school dating and the similarly-arbitrary rules. But after all, rules
were rules, and what society could function without them?
Driving his Evening Angel along the dark road of the reservoir levee,
taking the scenic road back to TSGO, Kurt slowed down near a popular
lookout point, deserted at this early hour, and parked the car with a
beautiful view of the city spread out below them.
"It's so beautiful!" gushed Tamara, still glowing from the sips of
champagne, still mellow from the movie.
"Yes it is," agreed Kurt. Stretching his arm across the seat he patted her
shoulder and asked, "Would you like to lie against me again?" Without a
word Tamara leaned over to Kurt and rested against his side, underneath
his arm, her head against his shoulder area. Kurt drank in the smell of
her strawberry shampoo, and stray golden hairs that had popped loose from
her hair clips tickled his neck, arousing him.
Tamara snuggled closer to Kurt, and he felt the little girl shiver
suddenly, hugging her arms to her chest. "Oh sweetie, are you cold?" She
nodded. "Aw here, snuggle closer..." Kurt threw a spare jacket over both
of their shoulders and drew the child closer. Tamara sighed with
contentment.
Some moments passed in silence and then Tamara spoke up with a question
right out of the blue. "Do you have a thingy?" Kurt wasn't sure what she
meant, but he suspected. "What do you mean?" "Between your legs," she
said. "Is there a thingy?"
"Hmm, I'm not sure what you mean," said Kurt slowly. "But if you like, you
can try and see..." Clumsily Tamara unfolded her arms and groped gently
down into his lap, feeling Kurt's tummy, working her hand lower, his belt
buckle, and then into his lap, where Kurt's cock was now rapidly
thickening, pressing upward and outward against his thin dockers pants.
When Tamara's hand brushed his hardness he grunted involuntarily and the
little girl started. "Did I hurt you?"
"Oh no sweetie, it just feels very good when you do that!" said Kurt with
another gasp as her warm hand returned.
"Oh," she said. Her fingers traced up and down the thickening bulge and
Kurt thrust his hips upwards, pushing his erection against Tamara's hand.
"It's moving!" she whispered excitedly. Kurt nodded, his arousal now
complete, his stiff cock straining uncomfortably in the dress pants.
"It's kinda tight," he gasped. "Why don't you unzip my pants, make some
more room in there," he suggested. Tamara's childish fingers fumbled at
the zipper and Kurt helped her by holding the belt line while she eased
the zipper down, making Kurt grunt as her hands brushed his bulge. "Go
ahead, reach inside," he purred to his little Evening Angel.
Tamara reached inside the zipper fly and was surprised at how warm
everything felt. Her hands contacted thin cotton and now she could feel
the radiant heat from inside Kurt's stiffness, but still her hands were
separated from him by cloth. "Reach up and into my underpants," suggested
the horny man, holding his breath.
As Tamara worked her hands into the waistband and her fingertips touched
the stiff hot skin on Kurt's cockhead, Kurt knew he was finally in heaven.
His vision blanked as the child's cool fingers danced around his shaft,
exploring to feel its full length. "See if you can get it out," he
suggested.
With a little hip-twisting on his part, Tamara managed to fish out Kurt's
stiff cock, the stiff shaft jutting out of his open fly. Now she could
explore it fully with her fingers, and she began doing this, looking down
at Kurt's lap, trying to see in the gloom exactly what she was touching.
She couldn't see it clearly, but at least she could make out the very end
of it, which looked sort of like a mushroom to the little girl, making her
giggle.
"What?" asked Kurt with a smile.
"It looks funny," she said, still tracing her fingers up and down his
thick stiffness.
"I know... thingies always look funny," he said. "Why don't you rub your
hand up and down it, just slide your hand along..." his voice trailed off
as his little Evening Angel began to rub her silky palm along his exposed
shaft. "Oh, oh, oh," he grunted. "Oh yes..."
"Is this okay?" whispered Tamara, unsure of what she was doing. Kurt could
only grit his teeth and nod as he felt his balls tightening. "Oh yes, just
keep rubbing it, really soft, really soft, just like that..." his voice
trailed off into a long groan.
Suddenly Tamara felt the shaft in her hands start jerking and twitching in
a very strange way, but she just kept smoothing her palm along it. She
couldn't really tell in the darkness, but she thought she felt something
wet on her forearm, just above her wrists. She felt Kurt's body jerking
and twitching, and then he let out an enormous long sigh.
Kurt was in heaven as he ejaculated in the child's soft hand! Tamara's
silky little hand still worked magically up and down against his shaft,
the scent of her strawberry hair still filled his nostrils, and now his
cock was shooting off powerfully, his overheated balls pouring their load
out all over his lap.
Afterwards Kurt produced a tissue box and helped Tamara clean him up. The
little girl wanted to take a look first at what they had been doing, so
Kurt put the dome light on and showed her, showed her his withering pink
cock, the splashed-out semen globs on the outside of his pants.
She dabbed at the spilled sperm carefully. "It's so much smaller now!"
said Tamara.
"Yes, it gets that way, but it will get bigger soon... next time!"
Kurt and Tamara snuggled together in his car for another hour or so,
listening to the music and talking a bit, laughing and cuddling, and then
it was time for him to take his Evening Angel home for the night.
End of Part 2
Part 3 - Sister Ellen Visits The Orphanage
A few weeks after the amazingly-successful Evening Angels program began,
the local diocese sent a young nun named Sister Ellen. Through the
seminary Sister Ellen had majored in nutrition and early childhood
development, and the diocese had entrusted her with making sure that the
children under the church's care were properly nourished, were getting
appropriate amounts of exercise and eating a balanced diet. From all the
news reports coming out of the paternal side of the church, the Page Boys
and Altar Boys were doing fine in their nutrition, so Sister Ellen had
been charged with visiting TSGO, the all-girls orphanage.
Right away Mother Maryanne liked Sister Ellen. The two clearly saw eye-to-
eye on the issues of child rearing and orphanage administration. In
particular, Sister Ellen's studies in the nutrition program had opened her
eyes to the importance of certain vitamins and minerals and proteins to
the developing preadolescent female body. In order to ward off a variety
of lifetime systemic disabilities ranging from osteoporosis to simple PMS,
Ellen knew it was essential that little girls get certain critical
vitamins and minerals in their diet, and she was determined to make sure
the TSGO girls were no exception.
"So how often do the girls get fresh sperm?" asked Sister Ellen over
coffee back in Mother Maryanne's small office.
"Well, this is one area where I'm glad you're here," said Mother Maryanne.
"Truth be told, I have only recently instituted the Evening Angels
program, and the girls have only recently had the opportunity to interact
with adult males in such a way."
"Oh dear, that will never do!" said Sister Ellen. "I mean, no offense
Mother, and of course Evening Angels sounds like a fantastic program, no
doubt." She sipped her coffee. "But we need something more formal, a way
to make sure our little girls get the necessary amounts of sperm to
nourish their developing bodies."
"Well, what do you suggest?" asked Mother Maryanne patiently. "It's not
like there's an overabundance of males on my staff, unlike the boys
orphanage," she said with a twinkle. Indeed there were no males on her
staff at all, as all the priests seemed to want to work at the boys
orphanage!
"We need to implement a new program, another community outreach program
just like your Borrow A Princess and Evening Angels programs, but one
tailored specifically to getting fresh sperm for our little girls."
Mother Maryanne nodded thoughtfully. "What do you suggest?"
"I suggest that you use the fantastic resource you have with your
clientele base already, and begin a marketing campaign to draw in those
interested in donating their sperm to our orphanage."
Setting down her coffee cup Mother Maryanne looked the younger Sister
Ellen right in the eye. "Let's do it right now. I have just the clients in
mind."
***
That evening it was all set up. A spare bedroom was quickly cleaned out by
some of the little girls, and on such short notice Mother Maryanne was
only able to contact two of her clients for donations that evening. One
client was a young fellow named Kurt, while another was an older gentleman
named Harry, and they were scheduled to come by that evening.
"Clearly these two men won't be able to provide enough sperm for all the
girls at once, so we need to decide which girls will be first." Fishing
into her medical kit Sister Ellen continued. "I will conduct a brief
health survey to see which girls would most-immediately benefit from
this."
Mother Maryanne produced a roster of the girls and Sister Ellen took it
into the newly-cleaned bedroom. Setting up a chair beside the bed she
prepared herself to examine the girls. Mother Maryanne brought a couple of
extra desk lamps in and set them to shine on the clean white sheets of the
bed, and then went to organize the girls.
The first girl in was Tamara, the eldest girl, ten years old. Mother
Maryanne had explained why Sister Ellen would be examining them, and told
them to remove all their clothing once they got inside the examination
room.
For each of the girls, Sister Ellen patiently explained to them what she
was examining them for, and then had them disrobe. Sister Ellen loved this
part of her job, loved the sight of naked little girls. She loved their
smooth bodies, the just-ripening curves of their hips, their babyfat
tummies, their smooth hairless pussies. Ellen felt the familiar flush of
arousal as she began examining Tamara, first with a stethoscope to check
the girl's heart rate, and then with her hands, to examine Tamara's
muscular development.
Tamara liked Sister Ellen right away, liked her soft touch, her smooth
warm hands, the way her fingers traced around her childish body as she
examined Tamara. Sister Ellen asked Tamara questions about her body, if
she slept okay, if anything hurt, what foods she liked and disliked, what
were her favorite sports, etc. Finally it was time for Tamara to lie on
the bed for more examination, and Sister Ellen drew her chair up to the
side of the bed.
As Ellen traced her fingers up the child's pudgy thighs and into the
hollow around her hips where her panties rested, Tamara giggled, saying
that it tickled. "Does it tickle good or tickle bad?" asked Sister Ellen
with a big smile. "Good!" Tamara nodded eagerly, clearly enjoying the
woman's touch.
"Does this feel okay too?" asked Sister Ellen, lightly patting the top of
Tamara's nearly-bald pussy mound, where just the lightest wisps of pubic
hair were starting to appear. Tamara held her breath and nodded, feeling
her body tingle from the nun's delicate touch.
"How about this?" Sister Ellen traced her fingertips down the little
cleft, following it down to where it disappeared so perfectly between
Tamara's thighs. Involuntarily Tamara's thighs parted slightly and she let
out a soft mewl of pleasure. "That sounds like it's good," grinned Sister
Ellen with a chuckle. Tamara opened her eyes again and giggled, nodding
nervously. She'd never felt such a wonderful thing as being touched down
between her legs like this, and she liked this a lot!!
After a few more minutes of examining Tamara's smooth young body, tracing
her hands around the child's exposed genitals, Sister Ellen paused to make
some notes and then asked Tamara to move around on the bed. "Put your legs
over the edge of the bed towards me like this, just rest them on my
knees..." explained Sister Ellen. Sister Ellen pulled her chair closer to
the edge of the bed, and the child turned her body so that now her crotch
was spread slightly, her smooth thighs bridging the gap between the bed to
the top of Sister Ellen's thighs, where they rested comfortably.
Sister Ellen slid both her hands gently up the insides of Tamara's thighs,
feeling the smooth firm skin. She took her time, admiring the child's
muscular development, strong tapered legs, well-defined quads underneath
the babyfat that lingered on her thighs. When Sister Ellen's hands reached
the tops of Tamara's soft thighs she held them there, her thumbs against
Tamara's outer pussy lips, her palms against the little pudge of thigh
flesh right at the top of Tamara's legs. Tamara let out a sigh of pleasure
at this, and Sister Ellen saw the child's clitoris plainly, a little
hooded treasure peeking out from between her puffy outer lips.
Using her thumb tips Sister Ellen stroked the child's downy outer pussy
lips, making her mewl with pleasure. Moisture appeared between the sleek
little lips, and Sister Ellen guided the flesh back and forth, gently
rubbing each lip against the other. Sister Ellen plainly felt her own cunt
tighten and clench with arousal as she explored this little girl's baby
pussy.
But Sister Ellen also had a lot of other girls to examine too, so she
realized that she couldn't linger too long on Tamara. Taking a moment to
examine her clitoris directly, Sister Ellen leaned forwards and put her
index fingers into Tamara's pussy slit, pushing the child's clitoral hood
back, exposing her tiny pinkish love button. Bringing her mouth closer
Sister Ellen breathed warm air onto Tamara's bare-spread crotch and felt
the child's thighs tremble. She couldn't resist. The horny woman leaned
forwards and slurped her tongue wetly along the exposed clitoris. Tamara
immediately shrieked with pleasure, her legs shooting wide apart, her back
arching. Sister Ellen stayed only a few moments on the girl's clit,
sucking gently on it and then letting it go, lifting her head, putting her
hands back on her thighs and stroking them. Tamara gasped and sighed and
caught her breath raggedly, and then Sister Ellen announced that the
examination was complete.
Sister Ellen helped Tamara sit upright, feeling the child trembling from
the strange feelings she'd just experienced. "Here are your panties
sweetie," said Sister Ellen, unrolling the tangled garment and holding
Tamara around the waist as she stepped carefully into them and slid them
up her thighs. "Wow, that was pretty neat," said Tamara at last.
"Yes it sure is wonderful, isn't it?" agreed Sister Ellen with a big
smile. "Don't worry, we'll do it again soon, but right now I have to
examine all the other girls first."
Sister Ellen spent the rest of the afternoon examining all the other
girls. One by one the little waifs would come in and take all their
clothes off for the nun. Some were shy and not used to being naked. They
would stand there shivering and hugging their chests while Sister Ellen
went down her examination.
Sister Ellen was sure to spend extra time with the girls who seemed most
nervous, often the youngest ones. Without exception, every single girl
left the room feeling a lot better about herself and her little body.
Sister Ellen naturally established a great rapport with the girls, and one
of the key bonding moments occurred as Ellen took her quick "sip" from the
girl's pussy, which she couldn't resist doing.
By the time the day ended, Ellen had a complete roster of the girls and
their current health state, and she had the heaviest, warmest feeling down
between her legs that she could ever recall. Something about seeing such
a wonderful variety of naked little girls, something about slipping her
tongue into each of their hairless little pussy slits, poor Sister Ellen
couldn't remember the last time she had been so turned on.
In fact, while Sister Ellen was examining the final girl, the horny nun
discreetly reached underneath her habit and slipped a finger into her
underwear, finding them completely soaked from her arousal. Sister Ellen
said a silent and guilty hail-Mary as she slipped a finger into her pussy
and found her engorged clitoris. She knew it was wrong to masturbate, but
surely God would understand her dire need in this case, as she went about
the service of the Lord in making sure the girls of TSGO were healthy.
The little girl was thankfully facing away at the moment, and didn't even
notice that Ellen's eyes closed and she clamped her thighs together
momentarily as her body tensed and clenched through her climax. Ellen
caressed the child's silky bottom with one hand as her other circled
furiously between her legs, bringing her to wonderful heights of release
and pleasure.
End of Part 3
Part 4 - The First Sperm Donations Arrive
From her examinations of the TSGO girls, nutritionist Sister Ellen decided
that the girls who would most benefit from immediate sperm nourishment
would be the eldest girl Tamara, and the youngest, Rebecca, also known as
Becca. Sister Ellen had taken each little girl into her examination room,
undressed her and carefully examined her body, checking for signs of
developmental problems. Sister Ellen and measured and recorded each girls'
development, from how much their chests has puffed out (barely at all for
some of the younger ones, just soft babyfat lumps), how large their
nipples were, and especially how much hair they had grown on their
pussies. Sister Ellen was concerned because across the entire population
of TSGO, there was definitely some problems to be noted.
First of all, the oldest girls were showing sub-optimal pubic hair
development. Whereas a normal nine- or ten-year-old girl, properly
nourished on a diet that included regular sperm, would have easily begun
developing pubic hair, none of the TSGO girls had more than a few wisps,
and this could be a problem. Lack of pubic hair development itself wasn't
the problem, but it was a symptom and a sign of a potential hormonal
imbalance that could lead to later "female problems" in life, ranging from
difficult menstruation to incomplete ovary development and ovulation
problems, and ranging on down to an inability to achieve sexual climax and
even outright frigidity in certain extreme under-nourishment cases.
Second of all, none of the youngest girls were showing proper breast
development. All of the four- or five-year-old girls should at least have
started to grow puffy little nipples, even if their actual chests remained
completely flat, which was normal at that age. But all of the girls Sister
Ellen examined had only little tiny pin-point nipples, no puffiness at
all. Ellen had examined them carefully, measured them with a caliper and
taken down measurements for later comparison. She had pinched the
children's nipples, making the littlest girls squeal in surprise and
pleasure. And to be thorough, Sister Ellen had taken a moment to wrap her
expert mouth around each child's nipples, to taste the sensitive skin, to
make sure that what her cold laboratory instruments were measuring, her
soft tongue was also corroborating. Sister Ellen was nothing if not
thorough in her job of examining all the baby girls, and now she had a
baseline roster of information to compare against in the future, as she
implemented her plans to improve the girls' development.
On the first day of Sister Ellen's new sperm-treatment program, only two
men arrived, a young fellow named Kurt and an older gentleman named Harry.
Fortunately they had known each other from earlier visits to the
orphanage, as they had been early and frequent participants in both the
Borrow A Princess and the Evening Angels programs. When contacted about
Sister Ellen's new program, they were excited and eagerly agreed to
participate, starting right away.
Ever the event coordinator, Mother Maryanne cast about for a good name for
this new program that Sister Ellen was implementing. She had a few
different ideas, but after a few days preparation, "Nectar Of Life" was
starting to have a rather favorable ring to it. It captured the essential
points of what the program set out to achieve: a community outreach,
building on the successes of the Borrow A Princess and the Evening Angels
programs, and extending it to a more intimate and involved participation
in the girls' development, ensuring they got a fresh and adequate supply
of adult male sperm to nourish their growing bodies.
The two men settled on who-got-who the old-fashioned way: the coin came
heads-up so Kurt took little Becca by the hand and led her off to her
bedroom. Becca shared a bedroom with several of the other girls and Sister
Ellen followed the two of them down to make sure the other girls cleared
out and gave them some privacy.
Two girls were quietly reading in their beds as Kurt, Becca and Sister
Ellen entered. "Girls, please take your reading to the living room," said
Sister Ellen courteously.
"Oh, no, they don't have to leave!" said Kurt hastily.
"Are you sure?"
"Oh, no problem at all!" Winking at the nun he added, "It might even help
things along!"
She shrugged. "As you like." Turning to the two girls she addressed them.
"Mister Kurt here is going to be feeding little Becca some of his sperms,
so I need you two to be on your very best behavior. No laughing, no
giggling, or else you'll all be on restriction."
Turning back to Kurt, Sister Ellen gestured at the child who stood next to
him. "Be sure Becca drinks every last drop," she said sternly. "She needs
it ever so dearly. Becca is our most under-nourished little girl." Sister
Ellen patted Becca's blonde curls and left the room.
Alone with the girls now, Kurt wasn't sure where to begin. He had never
taken little Becca out before, as she was the youngest. And Sister Ellen
hadn't given any specifics, opting instead to leave it to the discretion
of each of the participants as to how to arrange the sperm transfers. Kurt
wasn't sure what Becca knew yet. At four years old she was likely still a
virgin, but perhaps she knew about oral sex already? In any case, Kurt
knew that the child's body would in likelihood provide more than enough
stimulation to help his testicles release their milky load. Even though
he'd never seen Becca before today, he knew that her tiny body would
arouse him in ways that made his balls already start to tingle.
"So how do you want to do this sweetie?" he began, kneeling before the
child. She just shrugged, looking unsure of herself. "Do you want to use
your mouth?" She didn't answer. "Do you want to use your hand?" Another
tiny shrug and she twisted around in place. Suddenly she looked as though
she was about to cry!
One of the other two girls sitting quietly reading on the bed cleared her
throat at that point and Kurt glanced at her. In a tiny voice she spoke
up. "Pardon me sir, I'm sorry to interrupt, but Becca hasn't, er, she
hasn't ever been with a man before now. Sorry sir..."
"Oh sweetie, I had no idea!" gushed Kurt, taking the little girl into his
arms warmly. She sobbed gently in his arms and he stroked her back.
"There, there sweetie, it's fine..." Looking up at the girl who had
interrupted he asked her, "I take it you've been with a man?" She nodded.
"Well, maybe you want to come and help me with Becca?"
"Are you sure Sister Ellen won't get mad?"
Kurt smiled at how strict the discipline must be around this orphanage.
"Oh, I'll make sure she understands..." he said, letting go of Becca and
wiping little tears of her cheek. She had stopped sobbing and now just
looked unsure, staring mostly at the floor.
"What's your name sweetie?" asked Kurt. The girl said "I'm Heather," and
gestured at the other girl, who was busy trying to appear like she was
reading, but was failing miserably. "And this is Monique," added Heather,
and I don't think she's been with a man before either. Monique shook her
head.
"Well, this will be wonderful!" said Kurt, standing up and clapping his
hands together. "Monique and Becca, you are both going to learn a lot
today!" he said. "Come on girls, let's get started... I've got plenty of
fresh sperm all ready to come out!"
Heather was the oldest of the three girls and hopped up and came over, as
did Monique. Kurt's balls began tingling as the three little girls stood
around him, looking up at him expectantly. Unbuttoning his trousers he
slid them down and stood there with his underwear tented out by his
rapidly-growing erection.
Turning his hips towards little Becca he smiled at her. "You wanna take a
peek inside?" She nervously took a step forwards and reached for his
waistband. Kurt grabbed her wrists to stop her. "Be sure you lift the
elastic out so you don't hurt my cock!"
"Cock?" she said, puzzled. Heather spoke up, pointing at the enormous
bulge straining out against Kurt's underwear. "That's his cock, or his
penis," she explained. "You have to be very careful with it, don't scrape
the elastic on it or anything."
Becca held her breath and peeled Kurt's cotton underwear out and down,
revealing the full length of his stiff erection. "Wow!" gasped Becca.
"What is THAT?!" Little Monique was fascinated too, and Heather spoke up
very matter-of-factly, "That's Mister Kurt's penis, or his cock, which is
what it's called when it's all stiff like this."
"It's stiff?"
"Oh yes, it's stiff," chuckled Kurt. "Go ahead, put your hand around the
long part, give it a squeeze. You'll see." Kurt let out a sigh as Becca
tentatively tried wrapping her hand around the shaft, but the thick adult
organ was just too large for her fingers to reach all around. "It's HOT!"
she said with alarm, looking up at Kurt as she drew her hand back.
"Do you want to feel it too?" asked Kurt, turning towards the other
unexperienced girl. Monique looked at Heather uncertainly. "Will it be
okay?" she said, clearly not wanting to get in trouble.
"Yeah, I think Mister Kurt won't mind," smiled Heather. "Go ahead, feel
it."
Kurt sighed again as Monique gripped his shaft, and her fingers were just
barely long enough to close around the stiff pole. Kurt had an idea
suddenly. "Hey, why don't we see if all three of you can get your hands
around it, all at the same time!" he said with a grin. Becca giggled and
so did Monique, but Heather stepped closer and said "Sure."
Monique slid her hands down the shaft until they were nestled against
Kurt's pubic hair. "Go ahead Becca," she said, and the littlest girl put
both her hands up around Kurt's erection, which throbbed all that much
more urgently now. "Ungh," he grunted, thrusting his hips and pushing his
stiffness between two pairs of little girl hands. The giant purple knob on
the end of his cock throbbed a deep angry purple, and a clear drop of
precum appeared at the end.
Stepping in awkwardly Heather reached in and put her hands on the stiff
adult penis. Her larger hands pretty much covered up the remainder of
Kurt's shaft, part of her soft palms against the shaft but mostly touching
his sensitive cockhead. He let out another groan and felt his testicles
draw up tight against his shaft. This wasn't going to take very long at
all.
"Okay girls," he said breathlessly. "Remember, this is to make sperms for
Becca to drink, so we need to make room for her mouth on the end. Becca
looked up at him. "Really?" Kurt just nodded. "Monique, Becca, slide your
hands down a bit, make room for Heather's hands at the end... Ungh..." he
groaned as the children shifted their grip. When most of his cockhead was
now exposed, the skin throbbed an even darker purple, and the glistening
dewdrop of precum grew larger.
"Oh christ, oh fuck," he grunted, and the girls giggled at his naughty
language. They knew they couldn't use that language and only adults could
talk like that. "Oh yes, that feels so good girls!" he hissed at his three
little girls, each standing and holding a portion of his stiff shaft.
"Go ahead and put your mouth over the end Becca," he whispered. "Be sure
to lick up that big droplet on the end too, that has sperms in it as
well." Very tentatively Becca brought her pouty little mouth forwards to
the giant adult shaft. Heather helpfully aimed Kurt's cock down just about
an inch so that it lined up with Becca's tongue, and Becca slurped up the
first dewdrop, making Kurt grunt and thrust his hips forward.
"It tastes salty!" exclaimed Becca, smacking her lips.
"Yes sweetie, sperms are always salty, but they're very good for you... go
ahead and put your mouth around the end, yeah, just like that." Kurt
grunted again as the child's warm lips sealed against his sensitive
cockhead and she looked up at him expectantly.
"Oh fuck yes, oh fuck," he hissed as his balls churned. "Move your tongue
out, lick it like a lollipop," he suggested. Becca's eyes turned down to
the task at hand and Kurt groaned again as he felt her tiny tongue begin
to explore his swollen cockhead, taking a few exploratory licks at the
super-sensitive little piss-hole on the end.
"Girls, Monique, slide your hands just a bit, don't take them off, yes, oh
fuck yes, grab it firmly, like that, just slide it back and forth, yes,
make the skin move..." Kurt's balls drew up tighter as the three girls
jerked his cock gently into the youngest girl's mouth. Not long now... a
few moments passed as Monique and Heather both synchronized their stroking
on his shaft, their hands bumping against Becca's hands and also against
her chin.
"Okay Becca, get ready, here comes the sperm... be sure to swallow it
all!" he warned the child. She nodded her head and the wet friction on his
cockhead sent him over the edge. With a long drawn-out groan Kurt grabbed
Becca's tiny head and held her mouth precisely in place as he began
ejaculating. "Oooh FUCK!" he howled as his balls began pumping out their
fresh load, pumping it straight into Becca's waiting mouth. She slurped
contentedly at the giant adult penis, thinking it was a little bit like
drinking from a water fountain, only saltier. She was a bit surprised how
much came out though, but after the first few big splashes that filled up
her mouth, she was able to swallow quick enough that only a tiny bit
dribbled out of her mouth. "Keep your mouth there sweetie, good girl..."
Becca and the other girls kept their hands on Kurt's stiff shaft and kept
stroking it gently back and forth as he came into Becca's mouth, until
finally he let go of Becca's hands and grabbed at the girl's hands clamped
around his stiff shaft. "Oh fuck, stop moving... stop..." he hissed
urgently. One by one the little girls let go of his shaft and Becca just
stood there, the long stiff cock in her mouth. She felt the last few thick
droplets of sperm ooze out of the piss slit, and she worked her tiny
tongue to draw them away and swallow them.
End of Part 4
Part 5 - Another Donation Today?
Kurt thanked the three girls for their expert help in getting all that
fresh sperm out for Becca to drink, and after he pulled his trousers back
on, Heather and Monique returned to reading and he led Becca back to the
main office, where he found Sister Ellen busy at her desk.
The young nun looked up with a smile as Kurt and Becca entered. "That was
quick!" she said with surprise. Kurt just shrugged. "Well, we had good
company I guess..."
Sister Ellen's face darkened. "The girls weren't a bother, were they?"
"Oh, no far from it," Kurt hastened to assure her. "In fact, they helped
out a great deal, as apparently little Becca here didn't know what sperm
was until just a few minutes ago!" He tousled the child's hair and
chuckled.
"Oh dear, I had just assumed!" said Ellen. "How embarrassing for you! I
apologize, how neglectful of me!" Turning to Becca she asked her sternly,
"I trust you were a good girl and drank it all?" Becca nodded.
"Very good then." She was all business now as she turned back to Kurt. "So
when can we expect you for another sperm donation?"
"Hmm, it's still kind of early," he began. Frowning he continued. "I
suppose if I could find someplace comfortable to rest and read for a
little bit, I could make a second donation before leaving today."
"Oh really?!" she said with surprise. "I'm not used to that sort of
generosity, quite frankly!" Kurt just shrugged. "Well, you are a kind and
benevolent soul. You have no idea how important this is to our girls
here," she said.
"Feel free to relax in our library for as long as you need, and I will
take care of some paperwork and come see you."
"Excellent," said Kurt. "If it helps at all, I suspect Monique might be in
some need of sperm," he said. "You see, it appears that she hadn't been
with a man before today either."
Sister Ellen consulted her clipboard. "Well, she's definitely high on the
list of those needing sperm the most, but there's a couple ahead of her."
Fixing her gaze on Kurt she conceded, "But if you like, you're more than
welcome to make a personal donation to Monique. Just come and get me here
in the office when you've had a chance to relax."
Kurt gave Becca a hug goodbye and went off to the quiet library. Within
seconds he had drifted off to sleep in one of the large overstuffed
leather chairs, and when he awoke he had dreams of naked little girls,
dreams of his stiff penis rubbing and thrusting up and down their naked
wet bodies, splattering them with his fresh sperm. In fact, Kurt woke up
with a raging hardon after these dreams, and felt refreshed and ready to
make another donation.
He found Sister Ellen still busy at her paperwork, but now little Monique
was in the office with her. "Oh, there's Kurt now!" she said as Kurt
walked in. "Hi Monique, hello Sister Ellen," he said with a smile.
"I trust you rested well?"
"Aaah yes, wonderful chairs you have in the library!" he added.
"Excellent. And will you still be making a second donation today?"
"I'd absolutely love to!" said Kurt.
"Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to sit in this time," said Sister
Ellen. "I mean, if that's okay with you."
"Sure, no problem," said Kurt with a shrug.
"It's just that I think I need to keep better tallies on how much sperm
the girls drink." She paused. "I know this sounds a bit forward, but if
you don't mind I'd like to try and measure or count, or at least get a
rough estimate of how much sperm you are donating to each girl, you know,
so I can track their progress." Kurt nodded.
"We can get started right here," said Sister Ellen, getting up from her
desk and coming around. "How did you want to make this donation?" she
said, looking Kurt right in the eye.
"Well, one thing I didn't get to do with Becca was to take her clothing
off..." he began.
"Really? And you got done that fast?" Sister Ellen snapped her fingers at
Monique and the girl immediately lifted off her clingy little dress,
tugging the flowery garment off her head and folding it neatly before
placing it on the chair. "Panties too," said Sister Ellen. Monique skinned
out of her little cotton panties and Kurt let out a sigh as he felt his
balls churning at the sight of the naked little girl.
"Absolutely darling," he said with a smile.
"Yes, quite a lovely little child," agreed Ellen. "Did you want her to
undress you?" Kurt nodded and Monique stepped towards him, fiddling with
his belt and removing his trousers once again. As before his cock stuck
straight out, pressing against his undies.
"Should I open it?" asked Monique uncertainly, looking up at Sister Ellen
for guidance.
"Yes, of course my child! How else are you going to receive your
donation?!" Looking at Kurt she added, "Silly children, sometimes I
swear!"
Kurt just chuckled. "It's all right... we were all young once!"
Very carefully Monique hooked her fingertips in the adult's underwear
elastic and tugged the white garment down, revealing the full length of
his manhood. Sister Ellen glanced down at the stiff cock and nodded
approval. Despite her vows of celibacy she felt that familiar twinge of
arousal start between her thighs, and she wondered if Kurt would notice if
she reached under her habit to touch herself. Maybe...
When Kurt stood naked before the naked girl child, Sister Ellen again felt
that arousal, and found she was looking very much forwards to watching
this adult man ejaculate for one of her baby girls. It pleased her to see
her Nectar of Life program working out so well, and she glowed with pride
as well as arousal.
"I'm going to stand little Monique up here for a bit," said Kurt, taking
charge of the situation. Gripping the child's thin rib cage he picked her
up and stood her on the nun's desk. "Ah yes, that's better. I just needed
to examine her a little bit," he said. Ellen nodded understanding and
stepped closer to her desk.
"As you can see, she is still quite hairless," she said, running her
fingertips languorously over Monique's bald pussy, which was precisely at
eye level now. Kurt nodded. Sister Ellen used her index and middle finger
and gently parted Monique's outer vulva lips, revealing her baby clitoris.
"And Monique's clitoris is still very immature as well."
"I see..."
"That's what we're hoping to change with the Nectar of Life program, to
get all of our girls back on a normal development course." She took her
hand from Monique's vulva and the puffy lips closed back together around
the tiny slit.
Kurt took a few minutes to admire Monique's childish body, and Sister
Ellen waited patiently nearby. He felt fresh sperm churning in his balls
as he gazed on this naked little nymph. He also felt his mouth watering as
he beheld her pussy. Could he dare lick the child's pussy right here,
right in front of Sister Ellen?
"Hey, one thing I've noticed," he spoke up. "What's that?"
"I've noticed that if I kiss a child between her legs, I've noticed that
I am able to produce a lot more sperm. Do you suppose that would be okay,
I mean would it be okay if I kissed Monique between her legs, maybe just
a little bit?"
"Oh absolutely!" said Sister Ellen. "Please, feel free. My child, please
stand still while Kurt kisses between your legs." Kurt brought his face to
the child's bare pussy and kissed the very upper reaches, the plump pudge
just below her belly. She giggled and squirmed slightly. "Hold still!"
commanded Sister Ellen.
"It's fine, really," said Kurt.
"No, no, she must learn discipline!" said Sister Ellen forcefully. Kurt
shrugged and returned to kissing his way around Monique's crotch, kissing
her upper thighs a little bit, nosing his lips down between her thighs,
tickling the tip of his tongue along her tightly-closed lips.
Out of the corner of his eye Kurt noticed that Sister Ellen had discreetly
reached inside the loose folds of her habit and he saw a telltale rhythmic
rubbing. The nun was openly masturbating herself, so he felt comfortable
in his next request.
"Say, another thing that really helps me make sperm is if my testicles are
manipulated very gently," he said with a smile.
"Oh, allow me!" said Ellen, reaching over to where Kurt stood. She reached
in from behind and between Kurt's legs, tracing her fingers down until she
found his scrotum. "Aaah," groaned Kurt, resuming his kissing of Monique's
baby pussy as Sister Ellen began kneading his heavy testicles in her
hands.
"I realize this is highly-unusual," said the horny nun. "But I'm really
only interested in the welfare of our girls, and if you think this will
help increase your donation, then I am more than happy to accommodate
you." Kurt just grunted and nodded as his cock throbbed and he gently
licked Monique's hairless genitals. Some time passed like this, and soon
Kurt began to feel a familiar ache in his hips, a familiar too-full
feeling down in his balls.
His breathing was irregular now as he continued nuzzling Monique's pussy,
and he spoke with a ragged breath. "Sister, please keep your hand there...
Monique baby, jump down..." he said. The little girl delicately hopped off
the nun's desk. Kurt turned slightly to face her, and Sister Ellen
continued kneading his balls, still reaching between his legs from behind,
and also still furtively masturbating herself beneath her habit.
"Put your mouth on the end," he said breathlessly. Monique stepped forward
and opened wide, taking as much of his adult shaft into her mouth as she
could. "Oooh fuck yes, oh yes..." he grunted as the child's warm mouth
enclosed his throbbing cock. Realizing where he was he hastily apologized
to the nun. "Sorry Sister, my language..."
"Oh no, quite alright! Quite understandable!" she said, glancing down at
where Kurt's cock disappeared into Monique's little mouth. Kurt began
slowly humping his cock in and out of the child's lips, gently fucking her
face. He held onto the back of her head so that he could control exactly
how deep he shoved his cock, and he was slowly pushing deeper and deeper.
Suddenly Monique gagged slightly and choked, as his slippery cock throbbed
just a little too far into her tiny mouth, bumped against the back of her
throat.
"Sorry sweetie," said Kurt. He pulled back slightly and resumed a steady
humping motion, fucking Monique's mouth faster and faster now as his
climax build. Sister Ellen still stood behind him, dutifully massaging his
testicles through all this.
"Oh yes, oh fuck..." said Kurt. "Close now... almost there Monique..." he
said, clenching his teeth and groaning as the child innocently worked her
oral magic upon his sensitive swollen shaft.
"Do you mind if I could the pulses?" asked Sister Ellen, leaning around
and holding her hand close to Kurt's shaft. Kurt nodded, then let out a
longer groan as Sister Ellen's smooth hand closed around the base of his
cock, squeezing it gently. The nun gently slid her hand back and forth,
just a tiny bit, to try and add to the stimulus that Monique's mouth was
causing.
Her other hand was the first to feel Kurt's impending climax, as she felt
the adult's heavy testicles draw up tight to his body. "Oooh FUCK!" he
howled, gripping the child's face and humping furiously back and forth.
Ellen clamped her fingers lightly against the underside of his shaft to
feel the erupting pulses of sperm coming out. Even though she no longer
touched herself, the feeling of holding Kurt's balls in one hand while
holding his spurting cock in the other hand brought her over. She tried
her best to stand there as her own climax washed over her, the fire
shooting up from between her legs. She twisted her full hips beneath the
habit and grunted and wheezed while Kurt ejaculated profusely into
Monique's mouth, holding her head precisely there as he squirted into her
powerfully.
Four, five, six, Sister Ellen tried counting to herself, counting the
pulses that swelled the urethral tube beneath Kurt's cock, but she wasn't
sure if she'd counted properly through all this. Her hand worked slowly
back and forth and she felt the pulses begin to slow, and now Kurt doubled
over slightly, his body curving over the top of the standing child as he
filled her mouth with his thick, adult seed.
End of Part 5
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