Author: Sterling
Title: His Thing Is Skinny So It's OK
Summary: Kyle feels his body is all wrong for him. He's only attracted to
small girls, and he wants a penis that would fit inside them
without causing pain. Not that he'd ever be able to use it --
absolutely not. He just wants to be the right size. But once he
gets what he wants through surgery and shows it off on the web,
mothers contact him with an unusual fetish -- they want to see
their small daughters get it from a man. Since it's skinny and
won't hurt them physically, that makes it OK, right? And surely
moms know what's best for their daughters.
Keywords: Mg, Mfg, Mgg, Mg(1-7), 1st, body-mod, humor, slow, voyeur, group, reluc

NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 6/23/2022.

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His Thing Is Skinny So It's OK

Chapter 1 -- Surgery

Kyle Johnson was a pedophile, sexually attracted to no one but
small girls. Since he would not hurt them and found adult women
repulsive, he was a virgin and was resigned to staying one for
his entire life. He also led a sort of double life. To his
family, coworkers, and old friends, he was just Kyle, the
ordinary guy. They knew he was single and didn't date. Some
suggested he was gay, and he didn't strongly deny it. It was a
decent cover story. He just was very picky and hadn't met any men
who were his type. Privately, he was depressed and discouraged.

But on the web, he could say who he really was and describe his
attraction to girls to others who would accept him. They could
jointly lament how their desire could never be fulfilled, and
share tips on movies with cute girls, or Instagram cuties, or
stories. They could even share a private fantasy or two, if they
really knew someone well. But he had to carefully shield his
real-life identity so no one could "out" him.

Yes, he led a double life. In the one world he could not even
name his type of sexual attraction, and in the other he could not
name himself. In both worlds he was constantly monitoring
himself, and couldn't tell a friend whatever was on his mind, the
way most people can.

Occasionally he said online that he didn't like his body. In some
ways he wanted to be a boy rather than a grown man. Some of them
wanted to be a small boy in every way. He didn't mind being a man
in many ways -- he couldn't be a small boy and still be himself,
but he really didn't want to have a man-sized penis, and in his
imagination at least he could have a different penis and still be
himself. At the root of his attraction was the desire to
penetrate his partner, as it is for most men. But as the girls he
desired were small, with small vaginas, even in fantasy it was
hard to shed that fact of pain. But if he had a small penis --
one that would fit without hurting the girl -- then that would be
better. His fantasies would be more respectful. He would honor
the essence of little girls. It didn't make sense, of course, not
really. But every time he looked at the heavy adult thing, and
even more when it was erect, it didn't feel right. He felt
ashamed. He wanted his penis to be little, like a little boy's.
At first he thought his dreams of surgery were destined to remain
dreams. But he read about trans-women who had their penises and
testicles cut off, and had themselves fashioned down there to
resemble women -- including a sexually sensitive clitoris made
from the tissue at the tip of the penis. If they could do that,
then just maybe...

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Kyle had his first appointment with the "Right Gender Clinic".
Their business was surgery to help people of one sex to get sex
organs more like the other kind -- to match the sex of person
they wanted to be.

"So -- what can I do for you?" said Dr. Goldstein.

"This clinic is all about changing people's bodies to be more
like the person they think they really ought to be, right?"

"That's right. The fancy name for the condition is 'gender
dysphoria' and what we offer is 'gender reassignment surgery'."

"Well, I'm a man and I don't want to be a man."

"You've come to the right place. Turning male organs into female
ones is our most common line of business."

"But I don't want to turn into a woman."

"Oh?"

"I want to turn into a little boy."

"Oh, hmmmmm."

"I have my big man's penis and it really disgusts me. I want to
be a little boy -- to have a young boy's penis."

"Hmmm. That is more unusual. Is it just the appearance you would
like to change? I guess little boys do get erections -- would you
like to keep that ability, or not?"

"Oh, yes, definitely. I want erections, and I want to be able to
ejaculate. I don't want to change my sex drive back... I still
want to feel lust -- and boy do I feel lust! I want to keep
everything working, I just want my penis to be the size of a
little boy's."

"You just want a smaller penis? But one that gets erect when
you're aroused and keeps its more ordinary flaccid state when
you're not?"

"Yeah, that's right."

"And one that ejaculates when you get really excited?"

"Correct."

"And what size penis would you like? Surely, as you know, a boy's
penis gradually gets larger until it is full-grown."

"I want one that's about as thick as a pencil... well, a thick
pencil maybe."

"Hmmm, that is pretty thin."

"And maybe three inches long?"

"This is the erect state you're talking about?"

"Yeah, when I have an erection."

"I can't say it's impossible. There is lots of complexity, of
course."

The doctor sat back and crossed his arms, and was silent a
moment. "Do you have any sexual partners in mind? Most adult
women -- and men, for that matter -- would not be attracted to
the sort of penis you want."

"Oh, no, I have no partners in mind. I'm not interested in sex
with other people."

The doctor looked at him.

"Yeah, it may be weird, or I may be weird, but for me it's all
solo."

"I suppose if a person was going to have sex with children, it
would be the right size..." He chuckled, as if the idea was
ridiculous.

"Oh, no. Nothing like that. Just me, all by myself." Mentally, he
crossed his fingers. "I think about women's bodies sometimes, now
and then, but mostly it's just... Well, no one at all."

The doctor said, "Well, it certainly will be challenging. You've
come to the right man, though. I have more training than most of
the people who do this kind of surgery... I've worked on
repairing penises after traumatic injury... At Johns Hopkins, I
worked under..."

Kyle tuned out as the doctor went on describing his credentials.
But he was going to try! Kyle would have a chance!

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When the healing was all done and he was finally able to take off
the last bandage, Kyle looked at his little floppy penis and
began stroking it gently. It got longer, and started rising up.
Before long it was at full stiffness. It stuck straight out from
his body. It wasn't much thicker than when it was in its ordinary
relaxed state -- about as thick as a thick pencil. But it was
stiffer. Much stiffer. It was circumcised, as before, with the
typical different shades of color and visible veins on an
ordinary adult penis. When erect, it looked like it was ready to
penetrate a mate -- and that was so exciting to Kyle. And when he
brushed his finger along the tip -- all those nerves were still
there, it seemed. At least it felt as good as it ever had --
maybe better!

Kyle had no interest in men or boys and never had. Yuck! And if
he wanted to have sex with grown women or even teenage girls, his
former pre-surgery penis would do just fine. Their vaginas would
all nicely accommodate a man-size penis. But the idea of those
hairy crotches with the big vaginas seemed gross to him. He was
glad to no longer have the sort of organ that was meant for them.
No, this organ sticking straight out from his body was geared to
the partners of his dreams, small girls... Girls of 9 or 10 were
pretty old. But 7 or 8 were definitely in his range -- but still
at the top... The smaller the girl got in his imagination, the
more exciting she became. Down to age 3, anyway. He had the image
of a girl who wore pull-up pants, proud of being done with
diapers, but still not 100% reliable. To imagine such a girl on
her back, little lips sliding gently open, his penis approaching
-- why, with a little pre-applied lube, his new penis could go
right into a girl that young without hurting her in the least!

In every other respect he remained an adult man. His balls were
the same size. He was still potent, producing the same sort of
high-quality sperm that could make a woman pregnant. And he
happily confirmed that when he reached climax, a full man-sized
load of semen shot out the end. Real little girls couldn't get
pregnant, but in his imagination sometimes they could -- and he
wanted to be up for the job.

When all was said and done, of course, there remained the sad
part. The part that made the whole thing seem futile at times. He
didn't actually have any potential partners. Sex with a girl of
age 6 or below was totally out of reach. It was illegal, and
society really went crazy and violent if a man ever did anything
with a girl that young. And the truth was, no little girls really
wanted to have sex. The idea that her partner's penis was so big
it would hurt her if it penetrated her was only one small part of
the problem. She just wasn't interested.

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Chapter 2 -- Curious Kate

But he did have his pals on the web. He had described the whole
process with them as it happened. Some people didn't believe him,
so when he was done he put together video material to prove it,
though never showing his face. A few buddies suggested he should
take this to the dark web, and he agreed that was prudent.

It was clear that he was an adult, and it was clear his penis was
tiny. He could also show the little thing in action, with
masturbation and ejaculation. He couldn't hold the little thing
normally the way men do when they jack off, but had to make do
with two fingers. He loved ejaculating out of his magnificent
little penis, and he loved seeing it on video too. He was proud
of his new configuration and proud to show others.

He got a variety of reactions. Some were disgusted, and many were
just not interested. But there were people who were interested.
Word spread. Some reactions conveyed fascination and enthusiasm.

People understood he fantasized about small girls, and some
suggested that he show this in his videos. He took video of
himself ejaculating onto a magazine page showing the face of a
cute little girl. He gave a semen coating to a page in a magazine
advertising girls' swimsuits. Among those who seemed fascinated
and engaged him in lengthy correspondence were both men and
women. He was more interested in the women. The women had at
least been little girls at one time.

A woman who went by the name of Sharon sent a video of her
daughter Kate -- seven years old. She was doing nothing but
playing in jeans and a T-shirt, and with her mother's
encouragement, smiling at the camera. Her face loomed briefly
once as she kissed the camera. Kyle thought she was a lively and
engaging little girl, and plenty attractive too. Later, Sharon
asked if he would like to come visit. There was nothing wrong
with visiting a mother and her daughter, right? The fact that he
had come to her attention because his video showed a small penis
had nothing to do with it. Or that's what he could say if this
was some kind of trap. If not, and the mom wanted to and it felt
right to him, she could take a look at his penis and maybe even
play with it while Kate was somewhere else.

But a little something shifted in the back of his mind. Was it
possible -- just possible -- that he might be able to fulfill his
dream after all? It still seemed unlikely. He would never bring
the subject up. Sharon would probably be horrified at the
prospect, and he surely wouldn't do it if Kate was at all
unwilling, and he also might sense a trap and -- the whole idea
was immoral, right? But still, there was a glimmer of ambivalent
hope.

The visit started out like any other where a mother has an adult
friend over. Kate looked like she expected to be bored by this
grown-up visiting her mother. But Kyle not only had a deep
romantic and sexual interest in little girls, he also just liked
them. He had played with his nieces plenty -- he was the favorite
uncle. And now with Sharon's encouragement, he charmed Kate as
well. He read her a story, but used a funny voice for the
different characters. He listened attentively as she described
her dolls and showed interest by asking questions about them as
if they were people. He pretended to be a monster, behind some
pillows. He caught her and pretended to eat her, but she wriggled
away, laughing. Yet she came within range again, and again, and
each time he would grab a limb -- nibbling on a foot one time, a
hand another.

During a quiet moment, Sharon invited Kate up onto her lap, where
the girl came happily.

"I'm going to tell Kyle some things you already know." She turned
from girl to man. "Kate loved to play with herself down between
the legs..."

"I still do!" said Kate.

"She used to do it out where other people could watch, which was
OK for a while, but when you got old enough we told you you
needed to do it in your room, because it was a private thing."

"Yup!"

"But then you made happy sounds -- loud enough that we could hear
you."

"They were just sounds."

"And then sometimes we'd hear this big happy sound."

"It feels so good, then!"

"Then we told you to not just stay in your room but to be quiet
so other people couldn't hear you, either."

"Yeah," said Kate.

"And you've been very good about that lately."

Kate smiled and wriggled against her mother.

"But there was the time you walked in late at night when Mark and
I were doing something unusual in bed --"

"It was sex!" said Kate.

"Right, it was. Of course, we were embarrassed and mad at first.
Then when we talked it over we realized you were just naturally
curious, so we told you what it was all about." She paused to
address Kyle. "We think we should answer every question a girl
has about sex honestly -- me and Mark, who's my second husband."
Turning to Kate again, she said, "But you shouldn't just barge
in."

Kate nodded.

"Then one time you barged in when it was really late -- way past
your bedtime."

"You were making so much noise I needed to tell you to be quiet!"
she said, sticking her tongue out at her mother.

"It wasn't that much noise! I think you had woken up for some
other reason and then decided to listen at the door."

Kate got a guilty expression, then turned to Kyle. "They had told
me how much fun it was before, so I asked if Mark could do it to
me."

"Yeah, she did. I said absolutely not! Nothing like that until
you're older. She asked over and over. I tried explaining that
Mark was my husband and so he wasn't allowed to have sex with
anyone else. And I explained that Mark's penis was so big it
wouldn't fit inside her."

"I saw it when it slid out of mom that second time. It was really
big!"

"I asked Bill if he'd do it, but he told me I was a dumb girl.
When I explained how it felt really good and that his dad and my
mom did it, he said that sounded incredibly gross. He hit me!"

"He hit you just the once and it wasn't very hard. He was letting
you know to stop talking about stuff like that." To Kyle she
said, "Bill is eight."

"Yeah. He's dumb and mean."

"So... Now Kyle has come to visit. Do you still play with your
privates at night?"

"Yeah, I do! Every night until I get that good feeling -- it's so
good! Sometimes in the morning too. And I stick things in my
vagina and pretend they're a penis. Like the plastic thing on one
of my toys. I tried some marbles -- I got four of them in there!"
Sharon raised her eyebrows but she didn't say anything. "I tried
a pencil but the end was sharp, the eraser was OK but still felt
funny. I moved it in and out like I saw Mark doing into you --
but it wasn't any good."

Sharon looked at Kyle significantly. "Maybe Kyle could tell you
about what he dreams about."

"Oh, I..."

"Come on, say it," urged Sharon.

"I... That doesn't make sense," he stammered.

Kate looked at him intently. "You've got a secret!"

"Yeah, he does," said Sharon. "And usually people keep their
secrets if they want -- but I think he should tell you his."

Kyle took a deep breath. "Well, I really like little girls like
you."

"You're so much fun to play with!"

"But it's a little different, like I'd have one as a girlfriend
if I could. A girl like you."

"So you'd want to kiss me and stuff?" said Kate, getting a bit
quieter.

Kyle nodded.

"That's not the whole secret," said Sharon with a smile. "Come
on, 'fess up!"

"I would also like... if it was OK with everyone, to slide my
penis into you." Kyle felt his face getting red... to say that to
a girl!

Kate looked surprised, and said, "But you're a man so your thing
is big and would hurt me."

"Ah, but here's the thing," said Sharon. "Kyle is a very, very
special man. He has a penis that is small so it wouldn't hurt
you!"

"Really?"

Kyle nodded. His little penis had been fully erect in his
underwear for some time now.

"You want to see it?" said Sharon.

"Um, yeah..." said Kate uncertainly.

Kyle was both anxious and excited to be able to pull down his
pants and briefs and let this little girl see what he had! The
penis that was just the right size for her!

Kate looked fascinated but cautious, while Sharon seemed
downright excited He had suspected that Sharon had had more in
mind than just letting Kate satisfy her curiosity when she
invited him over.

"See?" said Sharon. "It's way smaller than Mark's, right? It
could slide right into you without hurting you? Wouldn't you like
that? You are so curious, right?"

Kate nodded, looking thoughtful.

"And I think he would be willing to slide that gently into your
vagina." Is that right, Kyle?

"Um, uuhhh..." Would he? It was against the morality he had
accepted all his life.

"You could really help Kate satisfying her curiosity."

"OK, yes I would!" Oh, to say such a thing! But mom was even
pressuring him!

"You'll get to feel what it's like, Kate!"

"Oh... OK!" said Kate, looking a bit confused and uncertain.

"We go into the master bedroom -- so there's plenty of space on
the bed. And you two take all your clothes off, and let's see
what happens." Sharon went to the bedroom.

"You're really going to do sex to me?" asked Kate.

"It's called making love. And only if you want," said Kyle.

Kate didn't answer, but ran off to the bedroom. Kyle pulled his
own pants back up and followed. By the time he got to the
bedroom, Kate was just taking off her socks to make herself
completely naked, and then bounced on the bed. Sharon had pulled
the covers off so it was just a bottom sheet with a couple
pillows.

Kyle stripped too.

Kate lay back with her legs wide apart. "Like this?" she asked
her mother.

"Yeah, but first you should play with yourself down there until
it feels pretty good," she said.

"I thought I could only do that in private!" said Kate
accusingly.

"This is different. If you're going to make love with someone,
then that kind of thing is just fine," said Sharon, but Kyle
could tell from Kate's little smile that she knew that already.

So Kate started rubbing herself down there gently, as Kyle sat on
the bed, little prong very stiff, and Sharon sat in a chair
several feet away. But Kate -- oh, my! Shoulder-length brownish
hair, such a perfect little nose, flat chest, hairless labia, not
a hint of hips -- her body was 100% girl, and she was a pretty
one too!

Oh, it was so exciting to watch! But maybe he could touch her
there too. "If you show me how, I'd be happy to do it too," said
Kyle. "That's part of having sex too, usually..."

Kate considered a moment, then shook her head.

As Kate rubbed herself, she looked at Kyle's little organ with an
expression that was hard to read.

"I think you're ready now, aren't you?" said Sharon.

Kate hesitated, then nodded.

"Now you know how to get, right? The way I was when you saw Mark
on top of me?"

Kate smiled briefly, as if recalling that naughty memory, then
spread her legs wide apart and leaned back, holding her weight on
her elbows.

Kyle slid over on top of her, mounting her. The prospect of doing
this was incredible. He had fantasized about it so many times,
and now it was real. His stiff little penis was skinny, so it
wouldn't hurt her!

Now he aimed his penis tip, slid Kate's little lips gently to the
sides, and nuzzled his cock tip into her moist parts. Kate looked
on attentively. Everything looked in harmony there -- his little
cock was just the right size for this. Then he pressed, and his
penis started easing up inside.

Kate smiled, giggled briefly, but then just looked fascinated.

Kyle was in heaven, but also in a tremendous state of excitement.
He had some tendency to want to make it last a long time, but his
lust was going to be hard to deny. And he certainly didn't want
to risk Kate changing her mind. He slid in and out ten times,
excitement climbing to heights it had never before reached, and
then he nearly fainted with the pleasure. Between this little
girl's legs, where the thighs came together, his penis was
inserted inside her -- in her vagina. Pulses of semen shot the
length of his skinny organ and up into a little girl! His
breathing got very hard and fast, but he avoided any startling
vocalization, settling for a plaintive, "Aaahhh!" Satisfied, he
slowed down, still very much enjoying the back and forth. He
looked at Kate for any clue as to what to do next.

"You did it! You got that good feeling men get?"

Kyle nodded with a happy smile.

"And did the stuff come out the end, like mom said it did when a
man feels good?"

"Yes, it sure did..."

She started wriggling in a way that invited him to disengage, and
he did. His cock was slick and the skin had a faint milky cast,
but his copious load of sperm stayed up deep inside. He spared a
glance over at Sharon, and beheld a woman transfixed.

"He did it, mommy, he did it!" chortled the naked little one, who
ran over and leapt into her mommy's lap.

He figured Kate had not finished up with her own happy feeling,
but her mind was obviously not on that. He sat on the bed, naked,
still breathing hard, looking at the mother and daughter pair,
the daughter happy and the mother looking stunned. His cock
started softening.

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With everyone dressed again, Kyle resumed playing with Kate,
reading and doing make-believe. But Kyle could see her looking at
him more thoughtfully, as well.

An hour later, Sharon said, "Kate, would you like him to do that
to you again?"

"Um... no, that's OK."

"He liked it so much, and he's been nice to you. Wouldn't it be
nice to let him do it again?"

Kate shrugged, then looked at her mom. Kyle could read Sharon's
expression, and it looked like Kate could too. It was a mom who
wanted her way.

Sharon led Kate by the hand to the bedroom, and Kyle followed.
Kate looked at her mother now and then as she undressed, then lay
back. This time there was no laughing.

Kate maybe wasn't as enthusiastic as before, but there was a
little pussy and his penis was so small it wouldn't hurt her.
Mothers know what's best for their children.

He said, "Here, let me try this." He used his fingers to flutter
on her little privates, sort of like he'd seen Kate do. He saw
Kate give the hint of a smile, but then shake her head. She
spread her legs wide, inviting entry.

Kyle nudged her legs apart, the girl once again holding herself
up on her elbows so she could see.

There was a little pussy. He'd been in it once, and he
desperately wanted to get into it again. Perhaps the first time
had just been a dream.

He pushed his little penis into her, proud again that it didn't
hurt her in any way! Now Kate looked on impassively.

Kyle looked down to see a little girl's legs spread, his manly
body on top of her, his large balls hanging below, and his little
pencil-thick organ pushing up into the girl's body, over and over
again. That very special place on her body -- her vagina, her
pussy. The place where penises go. Usually they didn't go there
until a girl was older, but his was sized just right for her, and
he thrust in and out without causing her pain. This time he
didn't make himself come quickly. He'd come just an hour earlier,
and wanted to make it last.

After a minute, Kate sighed and leaned back flat on the bed. She
looked over at Sharon questioningly. "No, you let Kyle do it as
long as he wants. He's so nice to you... And part of sex is that
the man often goes on and on -- at least if it's good sex."

Kate lay back and closed her eyes. Kyle pumped in and out, her
smooth pussy giving his little cock a wonderful embrace. Kate
didn't look happy, by any means, but Sharon knew what was best
for her daughter, right? Still, he was driven to finish, and his
strokes got faster and faster until he lunged deep with a,
"Yessss!!", his pulsing male equipment producing sperm to fill
Kate again, one shot at a time.

After they were dressed, Kyle said he really ought to be going.
Sharon said goodbye, and turned to Kate.

"You wanted to know what sex was life, and Kyle showed you. Do
you want to thank him?"

Kate looked down.

"It's nice to thank people when they do you a favor."

Kate said 'Thank you" in a small voice, but as she looked up Kyle
saw the flicker of a smile. So she still had good thoughts about
him.... That was wonderful!

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Chapter 3 -- One Girl After Another

Sharon recounted in detail Kyle's encounter with Kate and
distributed it on the web. Kyle wasn't surprised to hear Sharon
say how she had never been so aroused in her life. She pointed
him to a discussion forum on the web for mothers who were
fascinated with the idea of men doing it to their little girls.
He had suspected its existence before, but now he knew for sure.

In the past these women were mostly just sharing fantasies, and
if one actually said she was going to try it in real life, she
either disappeared from the group's radar completely, or the news
came back that there had been trouble .But now... now, Sharon had
done it! Nothing bad had happened. The mothers might have guilty
feelings about their desires, but Kyle's cock made the situation
all different. It was skinny! It hadn't hurt Kate and wouldn't
hurt their girls either! Their daughters would gain valuable
experience. And if the girls had mixed feelings, it was only
right that children do nice things for their parents now and
then.

Other mothers messaged Kyle privately. Would he care to pay a
visit to them and their little daughters?

Wow! The potential here was amazing!

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Mother and daughter entered the room. The girl eyed Kyle warily.
The girl was introduced as Becky. What was the mom's name? That
wasn't important. What was important was the girl.

"I got a surprise for you today, Becky,"said the mother. "You
know how you wanted to know what it's like when a girl has sex?
And I said you'll have to wait? Because no man would be
interested in a little girl like you, and if he was it would hurt
you?"

Becky nodded slightly. Kyle looked her over. A nose. She had a
longish nose, and her brown eyes were kind of close together.
Short curly brown hair. It would be a stretch to say she had an
attractive face.

"Well, Kyle here is special. He does really want to do sex to a
little girl like you, and he's got a special penis that won't
hurt you, OK?"

"I don't know, mom..."

"You said it, now you're getting what you wanted," said mom, her
tone carrying a bit of a threat.

Mom sat in an arm chair. "Down with the panties, Becky. Come on!
Then come sit on mommy's lap, OK? Good girl." Becky faced away
from her mom on her lap, and the mom had Becky's legs out over
her own, a calf draped down the outside of each thigh. "Now Kyle,
come on over..."

Kyle flipped her dress up, and there was the beautiful, stunning,
mesmerizing sexual part of a six-year-old girl. The face might
not be pretty, but the lower parts -- the lower parts were
stunning. If they differed from girl to girl, he didn't know. The
lower naked parts of Kate and Becky were equally mesmerizing.

"You like that, Kyle?"

Kyle grinned, hopefully not a totally idiotic grin, and pulled
down shorts and briefs to reveal his little, stiff penis.

Becky looked uneasy, but new experiences often made a person
anxious, right? Her mother said it was the right thing to do. And
his penis was so special -- it would cause her no physical harm.

"See, that will fit in you just fine, right?"

"Mom, I don't know," said Becky, squirming.

What Kyle saw was a little girl with legs spread wide, little
girl lips ready for the taking, and he was on fire with the
prospect of getting his little cock into her. And it wouldn't
hurt her!

Becky struggled, but her mom held her in place and made sure her
little vagina was available to Kyle for penetration. Moms know
best.

His penis tip eased between her lips and into her tight hole! His
lube made it a smooth entry. It felt so fantastic! This was what
males did to females. If it usually didn't work with small girls
because of size problems... he had solved that problem! With his
special apparatus, small girls got to have the same experience
big girls got! Little girls always wanted to be like the big
girls. Mom approved, and showed it by holding Becky in place. In
under a minute of pushing in and out of her girl parts he
climaxed -- gasping, groaning, pushing deeper, and spurting deep
in the little girl's pussy. He slowly let his little cock slide
out.

Becky stopped wiggling, but she was frowning, tears welling up in
her eyes.

"Did you have a good time, Kyle?" asked mom.

Kyle was relaxed and incredibly satisfied, and he nodded.

"Maybe you didn't like it so much, Becky, but girls often don't,
the first time. You got to see what it's like, and most girls
have to wait a lot longer to find out! See, that's what a girl
can do... When she lets a man do it to her, he likes it a whole
lot. You'll get good feelings yourself when you're a lot older,
but you saw what it's like, right?"

Becky nodded, looking unhappy and squirming in her mom's lap. She
pulled her legs back over her mom's and stood, pulling the dress
down into place.

"And a big penis won't hurt you when you're a big girl, and
Kyle's little penis didn't hurt you even though you're a little
girl. Works out great, huh?"

Becky pouted.

"Thank you, Kyle," said the mother. "Becky, you want to say
'thank you' to the nice man?"

"Thank you," said Becky in a small voice that did not seem at all
sincere.

Kyle dressed and left.

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"Shelley," said her mother. "I know I'm not the best mom,
sometimes, but I really want you to understand me... understand
what my life was like."

Shelley was a lovely 6-year-old, wide-set blue eyes and lustrous
blond hair halfway down her back. She looked at Kyle, unsure what
would come next.

"You know your Great Uncle Dave? I know you only saw him a couple
times before he died... You remember I said he did things I
didn't like? Today I'm not just going to tell you more, I'm going
to show you. Let me take your panties off... There. Now put your
legs out over mine -- like that."

Kyle saw little girl pussy, and he was only half-listening to the
words being said.

"Uncle Dave... He would sneak into my room and make me do
things... He'd make me take my underpants off, and then... " The
mom nodded at Kyle.

Little girls usually wear underpants when strange men are around,
but now Shelley wasn't wearing any. Shelley was displaying her
bare, smooth little girl lips. They were a little smaller and
thinner than on Becky and Kate, but when Kyle eased them apart --
the same little vaginal hole. His little lubed cock tip
approached, and he felt the electrifying touch of the little
slit. The head of his little cock started sliding in.

"Mom!" said Shelley, as Kyle's tip forced its way into her. Oh,
surely it didn't hurt, but it was part of a man's body, going
right up into her private place... She squirmed. A girl might not
think that was the nicest thing, but Kyle sure did. It was the
nicest thing imaginable.

"No, there's no getting away, like there wasn't for me either."
The mom held Shelley tight. "Now be a good girl and don't make a
fuss!" she said. "It doesn't hurt, right? Yeah, you've got it a
lot better. Uncle Dave's hurt -- wow, did it hurt, that first
time! But Kyle's is small and fits just fine in a little girl
like you. I would never have done this if it was going to hurt
you."

Kyle had reached his depth of a couple inches, and now he began
rowing back and forth, smiling with lust, making no effort to
hide his pleasure.

"See how his face looks, Shelley? See how happy he looks? Why is
he happy, sliding his thing in and out of you? I wondered a lot
more with Dave, because I was crying and bleeding. Kyle's a nice
man. He can see you aren't in any pain, but he loves it. Why does
he love it so much? I didn't understand... Now, Shelley, pay
attention! Feel what it's like to have that thing sticking into
you, deeper and deeper, going back and forth?"

Kyle felt his side of all this, but was terrifically excited to
have a voice describing how it felt to the girl.

Shelley went back to whining and squirming. Well, mom knows best,
and mom was making Shelley's pussy available for Kyle to enter.
And as she described Uncle Dave and what he had done, another
word came to him for what he was doing. He was fucking Shelley.
He was fucking her pussy. It felt just right -- wonderful,
magnificent, almost holy. Kyle pumped in and out harder, his
excitement building.

"Now look!" whispered Shelley's mom.

Kyle's orgasm was upon him, and he realized his face showed pure
pleasure. And why shouldn't it? That's what he felt. Mom wanted
Shelley to know what it was like.

"Why did he gasp like that? See, you wonder what's going on,
right? That's how it was with Uncle Dave..."

Relaxing and fully satisfied, Kyle withdrew his little cock and
stood back up. "That was great, Shelley," he said.

Mom didn't object when Shelley squirmed out of the awkward
position she was in and stood on the floor, dress down again to
be decent, stealing glances at Kyle and his little shrinking
penis.

"See, that's how it is too... Dave said it was great, and I
didn't know why. I just knew my vagina hurt a lot. You lucky
girl, yours doesn't! But later, I stuck my finger up there... You
can do it now... That's right. Then pull it out again... Yeah,
what's that stuff, eh? Smells funny. It turns out it's sperm,
it's what men shoot out the end of their thing up in a vagina in
a grown woman, part of making babies. But I didn't know that. And
it's gross, right? That's what I thought. But all this ...
everything that happened, is what grown men and grown women do,
and the women like it. But I didn't know that, and Uncle Dave was
doing it to me even though I was little and even though he was
hurting me -- so it was all incredibly strange. And then in a way
the worst thing of all -- Uncle Dave told me to be sure not to
say a word or he'd kill my mother! I sure never said a word!"

Mom turned Shelley around and took both her hands and looked into
her eyes. "But Kyle isn't threatening you at all. And you have me
here to keep you safe and explain what happened -- and I didn't
have that. Get it?" Shelley shrugged. "So you know a bit more
about me."

Shelley snuggled on her mother's lap, and her mother talked. Now
she looked just like any little girl, with a dress on. But he now
knew what was under that dress, and he had been there once. He
had conquered it, so to speak. He had invaded it -- he had fucked
it! And it had been fantastic. The memory of her silky, hot pussy
was so fresh in his mind.

Kyle decided he'd see how far this went. "Did Uncle Dave ever
leave but then come back later in the night to do it again?"

"Yes!" said the mother. "Yes, he did!"

"You want me to show Shelley what that's like too?"

"Oh, please, yes, show her..."

Yes!

"Shelley, you have to let him do it again. And since you know
what it's like and you've done it once, lie back on the bed
there... that's where I was. Just lie back and let him do it...
That's right, expose yourself... Your private parts..."

Kyle climbed up on top of little Shelley. She did not look at all
happy or willing, but moms know what's best for their girls,
right? He slid it in. He looked at the little one with lust,
probably just like Uncle Dave used to do... He pumped in and out,
smiling. He had thought maybe he would lose interest if he found
himself doing it to a girl who really didn't want to be getting
it. Shelley didn't want it, but he was not losing interest at
all. Mom knew best. He was helping her teach Shelley a lesson.
That was the theory, at least, as the experience, right at that
moment, brought him pure pleasure.

"Yeah, that's just like it was... He was on me and in me..."
Minutes went by, and Kyle kept pumping in and out of his little
mate. It felt fantastic. At least Shelley wasn't struggling or
crying, and he took that to mean she didn't mind too much doing
what her mother had asked her to do.

"And like that, too, it went on and on, and I never knew how long
it would be..."

When her mom said that, he saw Shelley fighting back tears, and
Kyle felt a bit sorry for her. Not so sorry he would pull out
before he finished. Oh, not that! He would still be like Uncle
Dave was... He thrust harder, deeper, his little three-inch
pencil penis getting as far into the little girl's privates as it
could... And then he came again... "Oh, what a great pussy you've
got there!" So satisfying! A fog of pleasure, and his little
penis twitching again and again. He slid off, and said, "That was
great, Shelley... You were such a good girl!"

"Yeah, like that!" said the mom. "As far as I knew a pussy was
just a name for a cat, and I didn't feel like a cat anywhere. And
then telling me I was a good girl... like I was a dog or
something! But I wasn't! And you certainly aren't... So now you
know what it was like..."

Shelley climbed back on her mother's lap, a miserable little girl
seeking comfort. She said more about Uncle Dave and how it had
been for her.

Kyle got dressed and prepared to leave.

"Thank you, Kyle, for showing Shelley what it was like for me...
Now she'll understand me more... knowing about that..."

He figured moms knew what was best for their girls. That's what
he had been telling himself. But now, lust satisfied twice,
something about it seemed a bit strange to him. But he thought
again about how it felt when a little girl pussy was there and
ready, and his doubts vanished.

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Back on the web, reports from the moms came in. He got excellent
reviews. His penis was just the size he said it was, and it
didn't hurt the little girls, and he didn't try to do anything
without permission. He didn't threaten them or try to boss them
around. He had orgasms, just like an ordinary man would, and he
ejaculated just as much as an ordinary adult man -- apparently a
few moms measured what came back out of their girls, and some
seemed to like that his productions were normal size. A man in
every respect but one -- the size of his penis.

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Mom and Melissa were Chinese, or that's what it looked like to
Kyle. They both looked good enough to him. Mom in that usual way
moms do, but Melissa... The short, straight black hair, the eyes
in their sloping folds of skin. And she was a little girl. That
made her the sexy one.

Mom sat on the bed and took her girl by the shoulders. "So,
Melissa, you know how you touch yourself, and I tell you not to."

"You yell at me!"

"Sorry I yell. But I tell you how it's dirty and disgusting? But
then you do it again? And then again? Over and over, like you
never learn? Like you're defying me?"

Melissa looked down and said nothing.

"Well, now I'll show you! Kyle's going to show you how dirty and
disgusting it is... he's going to use your privates for his own
pleasure... and then you'll think twice about touching yourself
again!"

"But mom!" said Melissa, alarmed.

To part of him this sounded weird, but he knew that under
Melissa's dress was a pair of panties, and he knew what Melissa's
mom expected him to do. Mom knows best! He stripped naked,
revealing his penis -- small but very stiff.

"He's gonna rape you!" hissed the mother. "But you're a lucky
girl because his penis is small and won't hurt you. That's good,
right?"

Surely it wasn't rape, what with her mother ordering it, but it
suggested how he should proceed.

He growled, took Melissa under the arms, and tossed her onto the
bed, and then wrestled the struggling girl until she was flat on
her back. "Hold still!" he said in a threatening tone.

"See how you like that? A man's going to make you do what he
wants..."

Kyle flipped up the dress, pulled down the panties, and saw that
amazing girl place. He leered at it. Lips a little fatter than
with the others. Yeah, he was going to fuck it, whether Melissa
wanted it or not... Mom knows best..."

"And it's with your dirty privates..."

He mounted, brought the sex organs together and shoved in. Stiff
little penis into little girl hole. Melissa showed surprise --
that happened just about every time. But Melissa was also crying,
and he reminded her a couple times to hold still. Mom told her
she was being raped, and Kyle happily played the role. "Unnh,
unnh, unnh," he muttered, surging up into the bad girl as far as
he could go, over and over. "Oooo, got a nice cunt, you little
slut!" he murmured.

"See? See? That's what a man's going to do to you if you play
with yourself!"

He kept grunting as he pounded in and out. The end of sex was
always climax and insemination -- and no less so in a case like
this. Moms make decisions for their children. Like kids cry when
they get a shot. Kyle's pounding got faster and deeper. "Oh,
fuck, fuck, fuck..." he murmured, then gave a shout of victory
and held still, as his little cock disgorged its load of sticky
goo. The goo to end a rape. He kept his cock shoved deep into
little Melissa because he felt like it and didn't care what she
thought. He leered at her. After a minute his little cock started
to soften and he pulled out.

"See, see! That's what going to happen to you if you keep being
bad down there. Some guy will know -- he'll be able to tell
you've been playing with yourself. He'll know that if you're the
kind of girl who plays with herself, you're a slut -- the kind of
girl he can do sex to, whether you want it or not! And he'll do
that to you! Wouldn't that be awful? And another guy will be able
to tell too, and he'll do it too. And maybe three or four will
all do it at once, taking turns!" As she was describing this
horrible future, the mom's eyes had a gleam in them.

Mom knows best, thought Kyle. That sure sounded hot, what mom
described. But that wasn't quite the same as mom ordering it --
more predicting it. Now that he was satisfied, it sounded kind of
weird. He didn't think a girl playing with herself would attract
men to molest her. But if her mom wanted him to molest her to
make a point -- well, mom knows best! The memory of her tender
body beneath him and the magical hot, slick hug of her little
vagina ran through his mind at the same time.

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"You've been a very bad girl, Carla. You know that."

Carla frowned, looking down. She had reddish hair, freckles, and
blue eyes. She looked to be about five.

"You didn't finish your peas. You dumped them in the trash when
you thought I wasn't looking. True?"

"Yes," said Carla quietly.

"And I told you the lights had to go out at 8pm, and I came in
and you had a flashlight under the covers. Right?"

"Yes, that's right."

"And I've told you to never leave used tissues around but always
put them in the trash. But you left some around day before
yesterday, right?"

"Yes, mother."

"You've been very bad. And so that's why we've come to visit Kyle
today. He'll punish you in a way you'll never forget. Kyle is
going to stick his penis into your little girl place! The naughty
private place!"

Carla looked up at her mother with alarm.

"But you're a lucky girl... it won't hurt much because his penis
is small. If you're really bad I'll get a man with a big, fat
penis and he'll really hurt you down there... Take off our
panties! How else will he get at your privates? Geez... Now, let
me position you... You're so bad I'm going to put you like a dog
-- a bitch. I'll put you how a bitch gets when the boy dog is
sticking his thing up into her privates, putting puppies into
her."

The mom put Carla on hands and knees on the bed, and flipped her
dress up over her back.

This was a new one! thought Kyle. But the same little pair of
girl lips were there from the rear. When he opened them up, there
was the vaginal opening. Every girl had one, no matter how bad a
girl she had been!

Mom continued to hold Carla's hips up, in position, as Kyle
approached, giving even more the atmosphere of Carla being an
animal who was being mated instead of a person having sex with a
partner.

Mom tilted Carla's pelvis forward to give Kyle a better angle,
and then he positioned his tip right at her opening.

Carla was silent. Kyle thought he saw a tear on her cheek, but
that was no matter. Her mom wanted her punished, and Kyle's part
was to fuck the little girl. Fuck her right up the pussy. Fuck
her from behind. Kyle saw the prize, and went for it. Private
girl lips apart, little stiff penis in place. He pressed forward
once, twice, again... making progress each time. Then in all the
way. And now the fuck, back and forth. Carla had been a very bad
little girl. Her mother had said so. And now he was going to
punish her.

Kyle got a firm grasp on Carla's hips, so her mother was free to
back away. She looked on with interest... Sadness that her
daughter had to be punished to correct her behavior? Neutral
parental concern? No, not at all. Fascination. Her face shone.

Kyle heard Carla start sobbing, just as he was ready to finish..
He lunged deep, and his load of man goo shot out of his skinny
penis, right up high in the private place of the very, very bad
girl.

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Chapter 4 -- Zoe

Kyle had invited Zoe and her mom to his house. Often he went to
the girl's house, as it was better for keeping his identity
hidden. But Zoe had an older sister and a younger brother, so
going to their place was not a good option.

"Zoe, this is what I told you about. Remember I said there was
something that would mean a whole lot to me, and would you be
willing to do it? This is it... First let me take your panties
off.."

"Mom!" said Zoe. Apparently the idea of removing panties in the
presence of a man was enough to alarm her.

"Now just lie back against me. Kyle is a man, so of course he has
a penis. And he wants to put that penis right into your private
parts... But it's made small, just for little girls, and it won't
hurt. He wants to do that, and I would really like it if you let
him. You willing to let him?"

"Mom!"

"Zoe!" said her mother firmly.

Zoe deflated a bit and nodded, ready to do what mom said.

Curly brown hair, big brown eyes, a bit of extra flesh for a
small girl, but a little plump bit of flesh in front, with a slit
in the middle. As with many of the girls, Zoe's mom had her legs
held wide apart by hooking them over her legs. Kyle approached,
opened up her lips, aimed, and slid it in... Zoe's face showed
distress, but Kyle paid no attention to them. Every girl has a
vagina hidden in there, every single one! And every single one
was amazing! Every time he got his little cock into a new little
girl, he felt an added surge of satisfaction. As if he was
counting. He realized that in fact he was counting.

"Good girl, good girl," said the mom, looking intently at what
was going on below, where man prong stuck up into daughter hole.
Zoe was whining and wiggling.

"Almost over, Kyle will be done soon..."

Kyle took the hint, picked up the pace, pushed in hard... again
and again... But it took only another thirty seconds before he
gasped and seeded the vagina of little Zoe. "Oh, yesssss, oh
yessss!" he said, giving quiet voice to his pleasure.

Mom looked dizzy, but said, "That's it, all done! Good girl!"

Kyle took that as a hint to slide out and stand back from mother
and daughter.

Mom smoothed Zoe's dress down, then lifted her up, cradling her
in her arms. She walked out of the house. He could hear the
conversation as they went down his driveway. "I know you didn't
really like it but it meant a lot to me... Want to have ice cream
on the way home? ... Sure, two scoops. You've been so nice to
me... two scoops it is..."

Kyle noticed the underpants before they had reached the car, but
didn't announce his find... He guessed he'd return them if called
for, or ... he smiled... he'd consider it a tip for a job well
done. He sniffed deeply of the crotch. Virginal little girl
smell, but the girl was virginal no longer.

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Zoe and her mother visited Kyle again. Twice! He'd get to do it
with the same girl twice!

She once again sat in her mother's lap, with legs spread outside
her mother's, while Kyle got in close with his pelvis and then
poked his little male organ right up into Zoe's pussy. Once
again, Zoe's mother looked like she might faint from the
excitement. But Kyle slid his little penis right up into Zoe's
little vagina, pumped in and out, and looking down to really see
what was happening, his lust was intense. The penis might be
skinny, but it was his, and felt as good as ever, and it was
disappearing up inside of a little girl, right up her sexy
center. When the shaft disappeared from view, it was hugged tight
with wet and hot... Wow! First he could see it, then he could
feel it. Then it reversed. The tip stayed in all the time,
though, and the tip's pleasure soon brought him to orgasm. He
filled the little girl's pussy up with sperm, and mom controlled
herself, kind of bracing herself in anticipation of feeling
dizzy.

Kyle really liked Zoe, and he really liked penetrating her little
vagina with his penis. He could tell her mom got really excited.
It was sexual excitement -- that much was clear. But she didn't
get any relief -- at least not while they were all together. Zoe
was much calmer the second time, since she knew what to expect
and knew from experience that it wouldn't hurt.

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Once had been an impossible dream. Twice was amazing. Three times
was beyond amazing.

But they talk about the hedonic treadmill. Once you get what you
have been aiming for, you get used to it and you want more.

A few weeks went by without any moms offering to come see him and
let him copulate with their daughters. One of many exciting words
for the sex act: "Copulation". Joining. Putting two things
together. In linguistics it was a simple word, like the "is" in
"Fred is a teacher." But in sex, it was the joining itself. The
stiff penis sliding up into the slick vagina, two animals
becoming one for the moment, at the very least long enough for
seed to transfer from male to female.

He had a new idea that he thought might generate some renewed
interest from Zoe's mom in particular. He decided to reach out to
her on the web and explain what he had in mind.

Her mom wasn't sure at first, and it was a month later before she
had made up her mind and found time in her schedule.

"Hello, Zoe," he said. "You know what it's like now, when I go
visit you between the legs with my penis, right? Can you just lie
back on the bed without sitting in your mom's lap? That's how a
big girl would do it."

"OK," she said shyly, looking just a little pleased at being
treated like a big girl.

Addressing Zoe's mom, he said, "So over here, on the side of the
bed, way up near the head, you can sit on this pillow on the
floor. So you won't be so constrained, with a girl in your lap.
You can get... comfortable," he said to her with a significant
smile.

"You're such a good girl, doing this for you mother," said Kyle
moving in to mount... "Now open wide."

Zoe looked a bit confused, then opened her mouth wide.

"No, I meant your legs. Open your legs wide apart, so I can get
at your girl spot easily... That's a girl!" It occurred to him
that maybe she had a dry sense of humor.

Kyle heard some rustling of cloth. The mom's head and chest
showed above the edge of the bed, but she looked on transfixed.

Slowly, Kyle lowered himself onto the girl, pushed her folds
apart gently, and inserted his little penis. "Oh, that's good,"
he said to her. "I can't tell you how good that feels. You're
doing a big favor to your mom and to me too." The man and girl
were now in a classic missionary style mating position, him lying
on top of her, though taking his own weight. Most of her form was
buried under his muscular male body, but down below their private
parts were locked together. Kyle's little penis went in and out.
They were copulating.

Glancing at the mom, he saw twitches now and then from her arms
indicating she was doing naughty things with herself down behind
the bed where no one could see. Then he saw what sure looked like
an orgasm, though she made no noise, presumably so as to not draw
her daughter's attention.

Kyle pumped in and out. Zoe looked up at him, with an expression
that was more curiosity than anything else, with no traces of
fear or discomfort.

"You think this is OK?" said Kyle, without stopping his rhythmic
penetration and withdrawal.

"It's kind of funny," said Zoe with a faint smile.

Kyle saw a smile flicker across the mom's face, though the
previous expression of pure lust reappeared quickly.

"You're being such a good girl," said Kyle. "And you know how I
finish up and feel really happy?" She nodded. "A big girl might
smile and say how glad she was that her body could make me
happy."

Zoe nodded and lay still, looking a bit proud.

Kyle pumped in and out of Zoe -- she was just magnificent inside!

"You can tell when I get happy and finish up, right?"

"Yeah, of course," said Zoe, as if he had asked a stupid
question.

Kyle took his time increasing his pace, making no effort to hide
his pleasure. He looked at Zoe with lust, and grunted and moaned.
He was still in no hurry. Glancing up and to the left at the mom
from time to time during all this, her expressions suggested she
was having one orgasm after another. Kyle's penis was small, but
he was pressing it into Zoe so hard it was pushing her up on the
bed. Finally his ecstasy was upon him, and he cried out as he
pulsed the little girl full of sperm.

Zoe gave him a little hug with her arms, and what sure looked
like a genuine smile. "I'm glad my body could make you so happy!"
For good measure she lifted her head and kissed him on the cheek.

Kyle thought he might faint.

The mom's face contorted when Zoe said that and her head flopped
down on the bed.

"Oh, you're such a good girl, Zoe!" said Kyle with total
sincerity, withdrawing his penis.

The mom tried to rouse herself. "That's good... that's... we
should be going now," she said. She tried to get up but stumbled.
Kyle judged she wasn't really ready to go back to ordinary life,
at least not without a lot of effort.

"I tell you what, it looks like your mom's really tired. Why
don't you and I play for a while... I've got this really nice
doll house. You want to see it?"

"Yeah!" said Zoe.

When both were dressed, Kyle and Zoe went off to the other room,
and she was fascinated by the doll house, and the furniture, and
the little doll people and their clothes, and...

It was perhaps half an hour later that Zoe's mom appeared in the
doorway, fully dressed and composed.

"Did you have a nice nap?" asked Kyle.

"Yes... yes, I did. I was feeling especially tired and it did me
a world of good. Thank you for looking after Zoe." She addressed
her daughter, kneeling on a chair beside Kyle, attention on
something in the dollhouse. . "Have you been having a good time?"
she asked.

"Yeah!" said Zoe, without turning around.

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A month later, Zoe's mom called up Kyle, wondering if by any
chance he would be willing...

Yes he would! He said, trying not to sound too excited.

The sex was much the same. That was the part that was so terribly
exciting to both Kyle and her mom. Zoe once again told Kyle how
glad she was that her body could make him happy. As he thought
about it, that made sense. Zoe might not have any inherent
interest in sex, but she did have an impulse to be nice to
people.

When they were done, Zoe said, "Can I look at the dollhouse
again, mom? Please?"

"Well, it's OK with me, if it's OK with Kyle."

The mom looked on for a few minutes as Zoe got engrossed once
more in the dollhouse. Then she said, "I have a few errands to do
before supper. It's time to go."

"Oh, mom! Can I stay and play more? And you do the errands just
yourself?"

"No, of course not," she said.

"It would be fine with me," said Kyle. "I like playing with Zoe."

The mom looked thoughtful. "Well, are you sure?"

"Oh, absolutely!"

"You're really OK staying?"

"Yes, yes!" said Zoe.

"Well, OK... I'll be back in an hour," said the mom.

It was more like two hours when she reappeared, but Zoe had been
so engrossed in the doll house that she had lost track of time
and had certainly not missed her mother.

Kyle hoped Zoe's mom would call again. One day she did.

"I thought I'd let you know, Kyle. We're all done. It's bad for
Zoe, and it's even worse for me. I've got to work on more healthy
outlets for my sexuality. You shouldn't have done it either...
you should not do this at all, you know!"

"Yeah, I know," said Kyle miserably.

"But you were kind. You were nice to her. Your penis really was
very nice, being so small it didn't hurt her. But still, you
shouldn't do that!"

"Yeah, I know," said Kyle again.

"Your penis being small was like a smoke-screen that led us all
astray. It was one sort of harm that could be avoided, but it did
nothing to deal with all the emotional risks."

"Yeah," said Kyle with a sigh. "I think you're right."

"Well, goodbye, then!"

"Goodbye!"

Most of the world would react with undiluted horror at what the
three of them had been doing, but Zoe's mom tallied up the good
and bad points together. That implied to Kyle that she didn't
somehow excuse herself for her role in what had happened.

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Chapter 5 -- Carla

It was Carla's mother on the phone. Her name was Maria. Kyle had
forgotten her name, like with most of the moms, but now he'd try
to remember.

"Carla has been very bad again," said Maria with a sigh. "And I
have something I've got to do late this afternoon. I thought... I
wondered if maybe, just by chance, if you happened to be free..."

"I'm free," said Kyle.

"Oh, good! Carla needs to be taught a lesson, and you don't mind
too much teaching her lessons, right?"

"Um, right," said Kyle.

"So then if you can watch her for a couple hours, that would be
terrific. And if during that time you feel like teaching her
another lesson, do it. She deserves it. Do it twice if you want!"

Maria was a woman of average height, a bit thick around the
middle. She had reddish hair like her daughter, but her eyes were
light brown. It looked like life had taken its toll on her, but
she been quite an attractive young woman -- if you were attracted
to people with boobs and hips, and hair in places other than the
head.

Maria stayed for the first lesson. Apparently Carla hadn't been
nearly as bad this time, as her mom didn't insist on her getting
it like a doggy. This time she lay back on the bed and submitted
to Kyle's advances, his caresses, and his penetration of her
vagina with his little penis. Her mom made occasional remarks
about how bad Carla had been, but it seemed like her heart wasn't
really in it. Carla seemed somewhat relieved to accept Kyle's
advances in a usual missionary position and with a mom who was no
longer furious with her. When Kyle had finished and withdrawn,
she sat up on the edge of the bed.

"There, that'll show you!" said Maria. "Now, you stay here with
Kyle and do what he says. And he'll punish you as much as he
wants, because you've been so bad! You understand?"

"Yes, mother," said Carla, looking down contritely.

Carla relaxed visibly when her mother had gone. Kyle wasn't quite
sure what to do with her. She played by herself for a while, soon
focusing on the doll house. When he made comments about what she
was doing with the doll house, her replies were short and
unfriendly. He offered to read her a story, but she declined. He
saw her sitting at the doll house, sort of playing, but it looked
kind of aimless, and like her heart wasn't really in it. Later he
served her a simple supper.

"When are you going to punish me again?" she asked as he was
finishing up washing the dishes.

"Hmmm," he said, drying his hands on the towel and leading her
into the living room.

"I actually wasn't planning to punish you at all. Do you think I
ought to?"

"Mommy said you would."

Kyle shrugged. "Would you like to be punished?" Part of him
hoped, just maybe...

"No," said Carla, shaking her head.

He had a chance to repeat once more his life's dream, and he was
turning it down! His inner animal groaned with disgust. After a
moment, he said, "If I did decide to punish you, would that be
terrible, or kind of bad, or not your favorite thing but not so
bad."

"Kind of bad, I guess," said Carla.

But his inner animal just groaned louder, because he had decided
not to.

Having heard that Kyle was not planning to punish her further,
Carl relaxed visibly.

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A woman joined the group online who aroused suspicion. What she
wrote just didn't seem right, somehow. When confronted, she
disappeared.

But then another joined who also seemed suspicious, but Kyle
found her description of her daughter to be very enticing. When
she wrote to Kyle suggesting a meeting, he initially said yes,
his little cock stiffening in his pants as he considered the
prospect of penetrating yet one more little girl, and satisfying
himself sexually inside her vagina. But then he read again the
posts where others concluded she wasn't who she said, he realized
the danger he was in, and he wrote to cancel. She tried arguing
with him to get him to change his mind. This insistence
strengthened his fear that she was involved with law enforcement.

After a bit more thought, he decided the whole business was just
too risky, and announced that he was going offline and would
never meet any moms and daughters again.

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It was Maria again. Carla's mom.

"I wondered... if you wouldn't mind... I've got a doctor's
appointment that I just can't reschedule... I really shouldn't
ask, but..."

"Has Carla been bad again?"

"Oh, oh, yes! She has been bad and needs a lesson!"

"OK, then," said Kyle, smiling to himself.

"Let's see, it's only a 50-minute appointment, but it's half an
hour each way to your place, so it would be a few hours. That's
asking too much! I'm sorry..."

"Um, what would you think if I came to your house to look after
Carla there -- including punishing her, of course."

"Oh, would you? That would be so much more convenient..."

"Sure."

After he hung up, Kyle remembered his resolve to give the whole
thing up. He remembered Zoe's mom's comment that his penis being
small was a smoke-screen -- a rationalization. He had just tossed
all that aside at the prospect of sex with a little girl once
more -- of sliding his little penis into her and achieving
ecstasy. He couldn't escape one conclusion: he was not a very
good person. At least he wouldn't get any new girls involved. If
he had damaged Carla, then maybe the damage was done and couldn't
be undone. But he would never do it with a new girl. The inner
part of him that counted his conquests was sorely disappointed.
So be it.

When he arrived, Maria was all dressed and ready to go.

"So, should I punish Carla now for being bad?"

"Oh.. yes! Not right now, as I'm all set to go, but by all means,
when I am gone! You've been a bad girl, Carla!"

Then Maria was off and it was just Kyle and Carla in their
apartment. It was a modest building in a modest neighborhood.
Maria had the one small bedroom, and Carla's space was part of
the living room, with a measure of privacy provided by folding
screens. Everything looked like it had been in use for some time.
The living room sofa had stains, and the big arm chair had a rip
in it. Against the wall in the kitchen was one small table that
made it an eat-in kitchen, but only for two.

But while there was nothing new, it looked like they had
everything they needed. It was clean.

Carla had on a light blue dress with white stockings.

"Those don't really look like play clothes," said Kyle, absently.

"Oh, they're not. Mommy had me wear them specially for when you
punish me." She looked down and sighed.

Kyle felt the blood surge into his small penis, rapidly making it
very stiff. He considered saying, "That's OK, I don't need to
punish you." He started to say it, but what came out instead was,
"Well, that was nice of her. You do need to be punished! ...
Here, on your mom's bed, let me look at you..."

Inside, he felt guilt and shame stirring around. But lust was
stronger. He stripped from the waist down. When Carla lay on the
bed, he lifted her dress up to her stomach, and then pulled on
her tights, hooking the waistband of her panties on the way down.
He got them as far as her ankles. He was going to take them off
completely, but then she spread her legs, what he wanted was in
plain view and easy to get at. Tights and panties were forgotten.
He was on fire. He fished the little tube of lubricant out of his
pocket and covered his little penis with it, and then approached
her. "You are just so damned sexy!" he murmured. He didn't open
her pussy lips up. He just pressed, not entirely sure what would
happen, and her tissues dented in from the pressure. But then
they gave way, letting his little penis in and then closing
around his tip. He pressed in... He was in a little girl once
more. Stiff shaft filling up her little pussy, then out part way,
then back in, over and over. Faster and faster. He was getting to
fuck a little girl once more, and he was about to finish! He let
himself go and pressed deep while he came, pulses of sperm
shooting up inside the girl, ecstasy fogging his brain.

When his lust had faded completely his pencil-thick cock rested
inside the girl's vagina -- a little vagina, but big enough to
embrace a pencil-thick cock. She was looking to the side, and he
kissed her cheek, and then kissed it again. She turned to look at
him curiously for a moment but then wriggled, which he took as a
desire to end the encounter, and he disengaged and dismounted.

"Play clothes now, if you want," said Kyle. She disappeared into
her corner of the living room and came back dressed in jeans and
a T-shirt.

"Will you give me a tour of the house?"

"What?"

"A tour. Show me where things are."

Carla showed him from room to room... "Here's the kitchen... and
the bathroom... and the living room... mom's room, and my room
here..." It was a short tour.

The tour ended in her "room", and he saw an array of stuffed
animals beside her cot. "Can you tell me about these?"

"They're just some stupid stuffed animals," she said.

"No, no... I bet you don't think they're stupid, and that means
they're not stupid."

She started to tell him about the elephant, checking for his
reaction. But he was genuinely interested, and asked a question.
So she told him about the dolphin, and the horse, and she seemed
to love the attention. After animals it was time for toys. Once
she got talking, Carla had a lot to say.

Kyle was looking at Carla when they heard the key turn in the
lock, and he noted carefully the transformation. She became wary
and reserved.

Kyle got up and went to greet Maria, and Carla emerged from her
little room too.

"Oh, was she OK?"

"She was fine," said Kyle.

"And how did you do?" she asked Carla. "Did you like the nice
man?"

"He was nice," she said.

"Looks like you changed clothes. Did he punish you?"

Carla nodded.

"Well, that's good... you deserved it!" Addressing Kyle, she
said, "Did she take her punishment well..."

"She did... she did just fine," said Kyle.

"Did you do it just the once, or again too? Surely she was bad
enough she deserved another time."

"No, just the once," said Kyle softly.

Maria looked back and forth between them. "I want you to punish
her again now, so I can watch. I want to make sure you're doing
it right."

Kyle felt Carla slump ever so slightly, standing beside him.

He felt sorry for her, but... the prospect... his little penis
got hard in his pants again. It wasn't that she deserved to be
punished, but... that was how her mother saw it, and if he wanted
to get into her pants again, he'd have to play along. His inner
animal grunted his approval.

"OK, strip naked... On you mother's bed!" he said.

Carla did just as asked. Kyle stripped below the waist again, and
Carla's mom came in to watch. He applied a bit of lube again, but
suspected that Carla's vagina was still well-lubricated from the
load he had dumped there just a few hours ago.

Kyle mounted, inserted, and pushed his penis in and out. He felt
a bit like grunting, and figured it was in line with what Maria
wanted. And so he did. And he leered at her.

"Oh, you're getting it, aren't you Carla?" said her mom. "You
promise to be better in the future?"

"I promise," said Carla in a weak voice.

Kyle's desire was overwhelming, and nature took his course. He
shoved his little penis in faster and faster, then lunged deep
and felt it twitch as it delivered more creamy goo up inside the
little girl.

Satisfied, he rolled off of Carla and lay beside her, panting.

So far he hadn't challenged the stories any of the mothers were
telling about why the daughters needed to let him copulate with
them. But there was something about Carla, and this story of her
being bad... It wasn't right, especially as one of the first
transgressions her mom had mentioned was the weighty matter of
leaving used tissues around the house.

He decided he needed to be honest about things. Maybe Maria would
never invite him back, but...

"You know, Carla, I'm not doing this to you because you've been
bad, not really." He glanced at Maria.

"What do you mean? She's being punished!"

"I don't think she's been that bad, and no one really punishes a
little girl by having a man stick his penis up inside her."

"That's not true!" said Maria. "I... I was punished that way."

"Well, that should never have happened to you, and you're very
rare that way."

"Oh, I..."

"No, Carla, the story is that I love the idea of putting my penis
in you more than anything in the world. And your mom... she wants
me to. She likes watching. It probably makes her feel....
satisfied seeing this thing happen to you that happened to her."

Maria turned red. "That's enough. You can leave now!"

"I'll leave, sure. But Carla, I want you to know..." He looked
intently into her eyes, and she looked back at him steadily. "You
aren't a bad girl. It's more that I'm a bad man, and -- sorry to
say it -- your mom isn't being very good either by asking me to
be a bad man. You're being a very good girl. Or if you're bad
sometimes, that's not why your mom has me stick my penis in you.
I just want you to know that. Believe it or not, though I've been
a very bad man, I do care about you." He reached in to kiss her
on the cheek.

"Out! Now!" said Maria.

Kyle got up and dressed, then said, "Goodbye, Carla" softly
before he disappeared.

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Chapter 6 -- Carla With Honesty

He wasn't sure he had done the right thing. Carla deserved to
know the truth, but she was also dependent on her mom, and what
if her mom went crazy? And then, he might never get to copulate
with the little girl again. That concern was selfish of him, of
course, but then selfishness had a lot to do with everything that
had happened.

He called Maria the next day. Getting no answer, he left a
message addressed to both Maria and Carla.

He sent an email.

The next day he sent another email and left another voice
message. This time he said, "Ask Carla if she would like me to
come visit."

On the fourth day Maria called him back.

"You're an asshole!" she said. "Prick! Scumbag! Horrible human
being!"

"I get the picture. I'm sorry for upsetting you. Look, can we
meet in person? I think we have a lot to talk about."

Somewhat to his surprise, Maria agreed.

"You asshole! Telling my girl all those lies about me!"

"If they were all lies, you would just calmly explain that. And
tell her that she's being bad so she's being punished."

"Well, she is! And that's the only reason I'm doing it!"

"That's the only punishment you can think of for bad behavior,
letting a grown man slide his penis up into her?"

"No, of course not! But that's what he did to me, sometimes!"

"Who?"

"My father, of course."

"And when you see a man do it to Carla, you feel a special
thrill, right?"

"No! I guess I try to process what happened to me..."

"Maybe, but you also feel a special thrill. Tell me, Maria, what
sort of sex have you enjoyed? What are your favorite things to
do? This has nothing to do with me, I assure you! So I know it's
a bit forward of me, but... what are your favorite things?
Vanilla intercourse? Getting oral? Are you hetero only?"

"Yes, it's only men I'm interested in. But... I never liked
those."

"What did you like? Anal? Cowgirl?"

"To be honest, I've never liked sex much at all."

"But you love seeing Carla get it, right?"

"No!" there was a long pause, then a miserable, "Yes."

"So you say you're punishing Carla, but it's actually for your
own satisfaction?"

Maria's expression turned steely. "OK, it is. So what? I'm a bad
woman. Bad, bad, bad. I found a man to screw my girl and I love
watching. Though I did find a man who wouldn't hurt her vagina
like my dad hurt mine. That's good, right?"

"Yeah. And haven't been exactly a Boy Scout either."

"OK. So you don't judge me too much and I won't judge you."

Kyle nodded. Changing the subject, he said, "Did you ask Carla if
she wanted me to come visit again?"

"Yeah, and she did. Confused kid. And what do you propose to do
if you come again?"

The right answer was to listen to her talk more about her dolls
and anything else on her mind, read her a story, play cards --
and just listen. He said all that, but then he added, "I also
propose to insert my little penis into her, because I really want
to and you really want me to."

Maria laughed. "Not a Boy Scout, indeed! We've both done wrong
and you're proposing we keep right on doing it."

"Yeah, I guess so. Still, I wanted Carla to know the truth about
why she's being fucked -- and I still want to fuck her. Sure, I'm
bad, but I'm not all bad. I thought and continue to think it's
better if she doesn't have us telling her she's been bad."

Maria said she'd think about it. The next day she emailed to
arrange a visit, and his heart soared.

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After introductory small talk, Carla said, "So I'm not being bad?
You were just doing it to me because you felt like it?"

"Yeah."

Carla looked at Maria, and said, "And you let him do it because
you wanted him to?"

"Um, yeah, that's right," said Maria, looking down and shifting
from foot to foot.

"What if I tell?" she asked.

"If you tell, then Kyle and I will both go to prison, and you'll
go live with your father in California."

"Oh," she said quietly. Kyle later found out that Carla spent two
weeks every summer with her father and step-mother in California,
and she hated it. Really, really hated it.

After a pause, Maria said, "I know I'm not the best mom. I try. A
lot of single moms have a string of boyfriends come through, and
they're not always nice, and that's bad. I don't do that, right?"

Carla didn't need to answer. "But you have him come over," she
said, pointing to Kyle.

"I know I do, I know... But he doesn't hurt you, right? Your
kitty doesn't get stretched out and sore, right?"

"No..."

"That's what would happen if some ordinary boyfriend decided he
wanted you. So what's so bad about a penis going in? They're just
bodies -- yours and his." Kyle thought Maria was taking a strange
line.

He said, "You like me OK sometimes, right? When you're telling me
all about your toys and stuff?"

"Yeah," said Carla with a flicker of a smile.

"So we do this thing with my body and yours, and your mother
watches. And I think it's the most amazing thing in the world,
and your mom does too. So, can you put up with it for us?"

"I guess..." said Carla.

"Like, um... now?"

Carla hesitated a long moment, then shrugged and marched off to
the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothing behind her as she
stripped.

Kyle followed and stripped nearly as fast, though he piled his
clothes on the chair.

Carla lay in the middle of the bed, legs wide apart. Kyle applied
a bit of lube to his stiff little penis.

As he slid into position on top of her, he said, "I just can't
tell you how much I love this, and it would be so great if you
were OK with it."

Maria sat on the bed, and held Carla's foot gently. Unlike the
other two, she had kept all her clothes on.

His little cock slid smoothly into Carla's little pussy. He was
still doing a bad thing, he knew, but at least Carla understood
the basic situation. No more lies.

The pleasure was intense. He pumped in and out, looking lovingly
at Carla. But at a certain point, lust forced his attention to
his own body, and he shuddered as his little cock twitched and
spat sperm up into Carla.

"Did you see how much he loved to do that?" said Maria.

"And did you see how much your mom loved watching?" said Kyle.

"Yeah... So I'm not being bad, it's *you* who are being bad?"

Kyle looked down and noted that Maria did too. "Yeah, you're
right."

"But I can't tell on you."

"Not unless you want to go live with your father."

Carla shuddered. Kyle still had his little penis tucked up inside
Carla's pussy, but now she squirmed and Kyle dismounted. "So can
you read me a story?" she asked him.

"Oh, Kyle has been very kind those other times to help look after
you while I was away. We can't ask him to stay longer..."

"On the other hand," said Kyle, "she was just a good girl about
letting me get incredibly happy in her vagina. I'd be happy to
read her a story."

"Well, OK..." said Maria. "Would you... would you like to stay
for supper?"

"I'd love that," said Kyle. So while Maria put together
spaghetti, meat sauce, and a salad, Kyle read to Carla. He loved
reading to her, and she snuggled up in his lap. When the story
was over, she went back to telling him more about her toys and
animals, and the kids at school.

Kyle left after supper.

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The next day Maria and Kyle talked on the phone. Maria worked as
a home health aide. The pay was very low and she just barely made
ends meet. Her ex in California sent child support now and then,
but not so much lately. Kyle, on the other hand, earned a decent
living doing web site stuff. It was all online, so he could do it
from anywhere.

"Carla asked if you could stay overnight on the weekend some
time. I said I'd think about it. There's only the one bed..."

"Oh, I assure you, I have not the slightest interest in you
sexually -- I hope you're not offended."

"Not in the least! That's quite a relief. I have no interest in
you either."

"Yet, when you were married, you did something to start Carla..."

"Yeah, we did. I lay there and I let him get up on top of me and
fuck me. I even pretended to like it a little, when we were
dating. I let him do it a bit more when we were trying to get
pregnant, but it was unpleasant. As soon as I got pregnant with
Carla I couldn't even pretend to like it any more. I hated it so
much. It was a big source of conflict between us. Once a month.
We agreed he could do it to me once a month."

"Well, I assure you, you couldn't get me to do it to you even if
you begged."

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Kyle stayed over Friday night, and Carla was delighted to have
his attention in the morning. But he had that other kind of
attention he wanted to give her too.

"You know, the more I'm around you, the more often I'm going to
want to stick my penis up into you."

"Oh, that's OK!"

"So, like... what about now?"

"Sure thing!" In just a minute, Carla was naked in the middle of
Maria's bed, Maria had come in to watch, and Kyle slid his tiny
penis into the small girl. She looked up at him and said, "I hope
this one feels really, really good!"

Kyle was amazed that she wasn't just putting up with it, but
wanted him to be happy. In seconds he was spurting up into the
little girl, and it felt like one more miracle to have her
beaming up at him instead of like almost all the other times he'd
made love to a little girl -- looking like she'd just done a
chore like cleaning the bathroom.

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"There's a lot to be said for moving in together," said Kyle.

"I would be taking advantage of you," said Maria.

"Not as long as I get to do it to your darling Carla several
times a day."

"And you can as long as I can watch. But there is one thing..."

"Yes?"

"Carla seems content -- happy even, when you two do it now."

"Yeah, isn't that wonderful?"

"Yes, yes it is..." Maria squirmed. "You know I'm bad, right?
I've never pretended to be good."

"Um, yeah, you're far from perfect. Me too."

"Yeah, but... When Carla is happy to get it, it doesn't turn me
on so much. I need her to be unhappy to really feel good. Isn't
that awful of me?"

"Hmmmm, well..."

Would you be willing to fuck her? I mean, you know, a little
rougher. So she doesn't like it."

"But you don't want Carla to be unhappy, right?"

"No... just at those times."

"Well, maybe she and I can make a deal."

"Like pretend?" Maria looked skeptical.

"Let's see how realistic we can make it, before you judge..."

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"But I don't want to!" said Carla, eyes brimming with tears.

"Well, that's too bad!" said Kyle, glowering at her. "You take
your panties off right this minute and lie back so I can fuck you
the way I want."

"No, please don't... I hate it!"

"Here it comes... Aaahhh! I got it in.."

"I hate you!"

"Stop wriggling or I'll give you a spanking!"

Carla stopped wriggling and looked up at Kyle with an angry
frown.

"Got to relieved myself here.. Right up your cunt.... Your cunt,
you hear!"

"Yes, sir," said Carla weakly.

"You're mine!" chortled Kyle. "My little slut. I own you... Even
your little cunt belongs to me, and now I'm going to make a goopy
mess inside... What do you think of that?"

"Nooooo!"

"Yes, yes, yes.... YES!" said Kyle, surging deep and twitching
sperm up into little Carla.

"That was nice, my little piece of meat," said Kyle as he slid
off, patting her head like you might pat a dog.

Maria looked on, transfixed.

"You OK?" whispered Kyle in Carla's ear.

"Yeah, I'm fine. You think that's what mommy wanted?"

"I think it's exactly what she wanted... Love you." In a louder
voice, he said, "Now go back to your cot and wait until I'm ready
to fuck you again... I'll snap my fingers and you'll know I want
you."

"Yes, sir," said Carla, as she slunk out of the big bed and back
to her own.

"Oh my God," said Maria. "One more thing... Can I just masturbate
without trying to hide it?"

"Sure! Go right ahead. Just leave me out of it."

"Oh, believe me I will, you fucking rapist!"

And Kyle was then aware of Maria beside him, legs spread wide,
humping and groaning and gasping until she had one loud orgasm.
But that apparently was not enough, because she did it again. And
again.

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Chapter 7 -- Moving In

Carla, Maria, and Kyle moved into a 4-bedroom house. The world
assumed Maria and Kyle were a couple, and they did nothing to
discourage that assumption. Kyle paid the bills. Maria cut back
her hours, though she still felt she needed to work some.

Kyle was more inclined to understand and like children than Maria
was. Carla talked with him all the time, and they played
together. Maria was grateful that Kyle could be the warm,
enthusiastic parent she was not. She saw to Carla's every
physical need, and bought her nice things now she could afford
it, and she loved Carla in her own way.

But several times a day, Kyle would look at Carla a particular
way, and she knew just what that meant. In no time flat, she was
on her back with panties down, encouraging Kyle to come lie on
her and stick his little penis in, and she beamed up at him as he
humped and thrust and relieved his most primal need in her little
vagina. It only took a couple minutes. Kyle sometimes forgot that
no other man could do this with her because it would damage her
vagina. But Kyle could! Lubrication was handled by the steady
supply of sperm Kyle kept unloading into her pussy. It stayed
around long enough to give his little penis a smooth welcome the
next time he poked it in, without the need for anything
artificial.

Maria would come and watch sometimes. But while Maria's desire
was intense, she didn't need to satisfy it as often. More often
than not, Maria was happy for Kyle to fuck her little Carla while
she was off doing something else.

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Kyle woke to Maria gently rubbing his shoulder. In the larger
house, they slept in separate beds, naturally.

"I'm feeling really horny. You willing to do it to Carla?"

Kyle woke up pretty fast, and his little cock woke up in tandem.
The pair went to Carla's room.

He shook her shoulder. "Hey, little slut," said Kyle. "I want to
fuck you."

Carla groaned and said, "It's the middle of the night!"

"Too bad, I want you," said Kyle, shaking her shoulder more
roughly. "Wake up and get ready. You're not such a dolt you don't
know how to put your cunt so I can get at it easy."

"I hate you..."

"Do it!"

Kyle mounted his little girl. He adored her, and it was hard to
keep up a convincing stream of insult and humiliation in the
middle of the night.

"Gonna come in you, you little whore," he said, his pace picking
up.

Maria said, "You got a dirty cunt, you little piece of filth.
He's going to dump slimy goo up there to make it even dirtier, ha
ha..." Kyle was a bit surprised, and Carla's frown deepened. The
two of them were pretending, but Maria... If it was pretend, it
was a different kind. More serious.

Kyle grunted and thrust. In thirty seconds he groaned and
delivered his slimy goo.

"You can go back to bed," said Kyle to Maria. "I'll finish up and
humiliate her a bit more..."

"Good idea!" sneered Maria, who promptly left. Shortly he heard
her door shut.

"How are you, my dear?" said Kyle, kissing Carla and stroking her
hair gently. "You know I don't mean a word of it, right?"

"Yeah, I know. But my mom..."

"I know, I know, that was weird. I think I can tell her not to do
that again. I think she'll see why."

"But she still means it..."

"Yes and no. In a big way it's always her down under me, not you.
She hated what her father did to her, but it's also the only
thing that turns her on. And you know we grown-ups are so
obsessed with sex we'll do just about anything to get it. But she
doesn't really want *you* to be unhappy, she wants to relive
being hurt that way herself."

Carla looked up at Kyle and brushed his cheek with the back of
her hand. "And you're so obsessed with sex you had them do
surgery to give you a little tiny penis that would fit into
little tiny girls."

"Yeah," he said, suddenly ashamed. "I'm sorry... But I don't want
to be mean to you, I swear."

"I know that."

"I know you know with your mind, but I want you to know with your
heart too. You're a wonderful, amazing little girl, and your
vagina is clean and fresh and perfect. I'm so honored that you
let me slide my penis into it now and then."

"You mean, all the time," said Carla with a sly smile.

"Well, a lot, it's true, because it is so wonderful and alluring,
and I'm the sort of man who just wants that more than anything.
And the sperm... the idea is to start a baby... When a man puts
it in a big girl, it's the stuff of life. It can't take hold in
you yet, but that's what it's for. That's why I want to put it
there."

"Mmmm-hmmmm," said Carla with a yawn.

"Can I hold you while you fall asleep, because I love you so
much?"

"Oh, OK, that would be nice," said Carla. She turned away from
him and he enveloped her, one big spoon enfolding a smaller one.
Then he realized she had backed right up so his stiff little
penis was poking against her butt.

"You're impossible," she murmured, reaching back to grasp the
little thing.

"Oh, it's just a reflex. You can ignore it."

"Thanks, but go ahead. You'll sleep better." They were both
completely naked, and she arched her back, while he moved lower
behind her, and slid his little penis right up into her pussy. It
was tight, hot and wet, as usual.

"Just rape me quick like a bunny, OK?"

"No, Carla. I know it's a joke, but when your mom's not here I
never want to talk like that. I'm just so thankful that my sexy
little girl loves me enough to let me relieve myself of baby
juice inside her. OK?"

"OK." Ten seconds later Kyle pushed a little deeper and squirted,
then relaxed.

They hard been in this sort of position many times before. There
was no need for him to pull out. His little penis would soften
and slip out at some point, maybe after one or both of them was
asleep.

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"We learned about sexual abuse again in school today," said
Carla.

Kyle felt a pang of unease whenever the subject came up.

"They talk about how bad men will be nice to a girl, 'grooming'
they call it, by getting her nice stuff and saying nice things
and taking her fun places, and once he's got her to trust him
then he'll do things like touch her chest or between the legs --
the horrible stuff that ruins a girl for life."

Kyle waited.

"You did it kind of the opposite. First you touched me between
the legs -- or, I should say, went into my vagina all the way
with your penis, over and over again -- fucking me."

"Watch your language!"

Carla rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him.

He decided to pretend he'd been kidding, but he really hadn't,
not when he first said it. He gave her a sheepish grin.

"With mommy's permission, true. Or more than permission. And then
gradually you started doing nice things for me, like reading and
listening to everything I had to say, and being kind and
understanding even if I was being a mean and nasty little thing.
And before you say it, yeah, I know, it is kind of normal for a
kid, but it's still not very nice. So it was like opposite
grooming."

Kyle thought a moment. "I guess so. I think people get grooming
confused sometimes. Yeah, sometimes a man does nice things and he
doesn't really mean it, or he's just doing it to get into a
girl's panties. But lots of the time, he's nice to her just
because he really likes her. Just like grown-ups do. They call it
dating. He also wants sex, true, but it's kind of separate. Or
independent. So I wanted both, too, it's just they became
possible in the opposite order for me."

"Would you still be nice to me, and really mean it, if I never
let you go anywhere near my underpants again?"

"Well, as long as you took off the underpants and let me love and
touch the stuff inside."

Carla poked him hard, making him take in a sharp breath. "You
know what I meant."

"Yes, I certainly hope so. I mean I would definitely do
everything the same, and I hope I would mean it just 100% as much
instead of only 90%."

"So you're being honest, at least a little. I like that. I get
you'd be disappointed, but you'd still do all the other good
stuff?"

Kyle nodded solemnly.

They were silent a moment, and then she said, "And I can tell I
got you worried there. No, I am not going to ever do that... You
want to slide it in and relieve yourself now? You can."

"Oh, thanks. But even I have my limits."

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Carla said, "Can I look at it?"

"At what?"

"Your thingy. Your penis."

"Well, sure. But you see it all the time."

"Yeah, but this time it's not headed into me -- wipe that
expression off your face, you can't -- not now!"

Kyle wiped every trace of lust off of his face.

"I've seen some porn. Sometimes the sperm comes out when the
penis isn't inside the girl. Can you do that?"

"I could, yeah. Given a choice, I'd always rather put it into
you. But since you ask..."

Kyle wanked for a minute with his two fingers and sperm spurted
out onto his belly.

"I see!" said Carla with a smile. She just kept looking at the
little thing, and as the minutes passed it shrank. Kyle was
looking at the ceiling, thinking idle thoughts.

"Nice penis," she said, stroking it like a dog. "Good little
penis." It rapidly filled with blood, as Kyle looked down. "It's
like magic, isn't it... It gets stiff when you want to stick it
in a hole, and is soft when you don't." Kyle looked Carla over
from top to bottom with lust.

"'Not now either, dumbo!" she said.

"There's more different ways to do sex," she said. I saw in the
videos. I could take it in my mouth." She made a face of disgust.

"You never have to do that. In fact, I only want it one place
when I'm excited -- your vagina."

"You could lick me down there -- yeccchh!"

"You could put it in my poop hole." Kyle and Carla both said
"Yeccchh!" at the same time.

"You could lie on your back and I could sit down on you, pushing
it up inside. That sounds funny!"

"I'd be up for that sometime if you wanted."

"And from the rear, like doggies. We tried that, and I didn't
like it... So can I try sitting down on you now?"

"Sure!" said Kyle.

Carla giggled as she raised herself up above Kyle and worked
around to get the right angle before his little penis surged up
inside her. "I caught you!" she said. "What happens now?"

"Well, usually what a big girl would do is go up and down... Not
that far up, it comes out!"

"Yeah, let me try it again... I've got your penis inside me, and
I'm rubbing him... How do you like it?"

"It's lovely," he said. "But if I wanted to finish up and squirt
up into you, it's not fast enough."

Carla went up and down faster.

"Nowhere near fast enough, right? You feel how I do it."

"Right."

"But if I lift you up a little..." Kyle lifted her butt an inch
or so, and thrust rapidly in and out from below.

Carla smiled. "Sperm. It always ends with sperm... Could you get
happy without letting so much sperm out?"

Kyle concentrated, and lunged deep, letting out lots of sperm.

"No, I can't. I can never get a good feeling and be satisfied
unless the sperm comes out. But I'll do what I can to clean
things up."

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Chapter 8 -- Tina

"I got something to say. I'm afraid you're going to be mad," said
Maria.

"Oh?" said Kyle.

"I'm, uh... I'm pregnant."

"Oh? How did that happen, when you don't want a penis within a
hundred yards of you."

"It was done.. kind of artificially."

"Oh, who's the donor?"

"Um, you.."

"Me? I never made a donation."

"Not intentionally. But you've certainly been leaving lots of
sperm around."

"Inside Carla... It's always inside Carla!"

"Yeah, well some leaks out too. Her panties are all sticky-wet
when she puts them in the hamper. So I told Carla I needed to
check if she was healthy, and slid my finger into her. I stole
some at the right time of month, and, well, here I am. I don't
think Carla minded the theft."

Kyle frowned as he thought about everything.

"But I should stop joking. I shouldn't have done it without
asking. I'm bad. But you've known I'm bad. You've known it from
the very start."

"Do you know whether it's a boy or girl?"

"A girl... You're so good with kids. I hope you don't mind. You
deserve to be a daddy, even if you didn't want to. I mean part of
you did, at least. I hope you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I think so."

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The dream of becoming a real father had always been an
impossibility because of the total absence of his attraction to
any adult women.

If he thought of having a boy, then he would fear the boy would
have his own peculiar attraction which would condemn him to a
miserable life -- or one that was miserable for just about
everyone. He'd gotten the special surgery and the special
circumstances, and he had to admit his life wasn't miserable. Not
at all. But that was all irrelevant, because it wasn't a boy.

Carla had been going on forever about how she wanted a little
sister, and Kyle had joined Maria in expressing sympathy, but
they had both treated it as an impossibility. Kyle and Maria
weren't the sort of couple who would conceive a baby, even by
accident. They didn't think of each other as a lover or partner
-- not really. But this was definitely a little sister for Carla.

If he was choosing a mother for his baby, it would definitely not
be Maria. She was not good on an emotional level as a parent for
Carla. He had been glad to be able to provide some emotional
acceptance for her. Maria's emotional trouble extended to a
fascination or even compulsion about seeing men have sex with her
small daughter. He could hardly condemn her for that, because his
desire was almost as bizarre and even more intrusive -- to want
so very much to have sex with the small girl. Would Maria have
been a better mom if she had been unable to find any man to do it
to Carla the way she wanted? It was impossible to know, but he
doubted it. Sometimes he sensed a bit of extra warmth from Maria
in the day or so after she had witnessed the act -- Carla taking
it up the vagina from an adult man -- him.

Maria was pregnant. What choices did he have? Convincing Maria to
have an abortion would just never work -- he and Maria were both
against it. Giving the baby up for adoption? Maria was dead set
against, and he too felt that an emotional question mark would
come to dominate his life at the idea that he and Maria would
have a child out there whose fate they would never learn.

He was furious at Maria from time to time in the days after she
had made her revelation -- she had made a decision with a big
impact on his life without even asking him. But he wasn't the
sort of guy who could nurture anger -- that was no way to live.
Bitter parental fighting was never good for children. He could
treat Maria so badly she would make him leave -- or he could take
the more honest and straightforward path of deciding to leave
himself. What then? That would leave Maria as an emotionally
troubled single mom to two girls, which didn't promise to work
out well for any of them. And one of them was his little Carla,
and above all he wanted the best life for Carla she could have --
not living in a tense household with money problems and a barely
functional mother. He loved Carla like a father -- or a good
step-father. And a boyfriend, he thought with a flash of shame,
which made him a not-so-good step-father. But with the emotional
acceptance she got nowhere else, surely better than no
step-father? Or maybe it was a mix of the two. Good and bad were
all mixed up.

And as for his little penis, there was no escaping the reality
that it would fit inside this baby girl before many years had
passed. But that they must at all costs ignore. Poking a little
girl with a penis was totally off limits to just about everyone,
and only really came up here at all because he was already doing
that to Carla. But if he did that to his new daughter it was not
just child sex abuse but incest. And not step-father incest but
real father incest. And if he had done bad by one girl, and it
would be bad for her down the road -- well, he didn't need to
even start down that road with another one!

He would be a good father, and Maria would be a good mother, or
at least good enough. As good as the average mother. And as for a
father, he would be all good. His penis would always stay in his
pants.

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Tina... They decided to name the baby Tina. Carla was now 7 years
old, and she was thrilled. but at the first diaper change she
witnessed, she said, "Aha! She's got a little vagina too. Now
you've got another place you can put your penis!" Maria and Kyle
deflected that line of thought a few times, but that would only
work for so long. Carla had raised that possibility in vague
terms during the pregnancy, but Maria and Kyle had had a fairly
easy time in steering her away from the subject. But now, with
the little vagina in plain view, she could not be put off for
long.

"Look at that little vagina. There's her hole, right there...
Your penis would go in soon -- it might even go in now!"

It was Kyle's turn to do a diaper change, while Maria rested. He
decided the moment was as right as would ever be. "Now, now,
don't even think about that. Decent people don't even think about
anyone sticking anything into a little girl's vagina! You're an
exception -- a very unusual case -- a special girl. But as for
Tina, absolutely not!"

"So is it because her vagina is just too tiny, and even your
little penis wouldn't fit in it?"

"That's certainly true, too. But that's not the main thing. I
told you the main thing."

"So I'm a special little girl who gets poked with your penis all
the time. Is that special good or special bad? I know what the
people at school would say!"

Kyle also knew, and a wave of guilt washed through him. "You've
known all along we shouldn't be doing that thing... your mom and
I aren't good people that way. And we keep hoping you'll keep
forgiving us. If your mom hadn't found me to do that to you,
you'd never know me at all, and you wouldn't have a step-father."

Carla nodded a little.

"But we can start over again with little Tina. Parents always
learn from their first kid. She's a tiny girl, and she's my
daughter."

"I'm your daughter too, right?" She hopped up into Kyle's lap.

"Kind of. Step-daughter. And also -- it's weird, and no one else
would understand -- kind of my girlfriend too."

"Yeah. And boyfriends always want to have sex with their
girlfriends." Carla felt down under her bottom and found Kyle's
stiff little cock making a bulge. "Like now. You want to be my
boyfriend now..."

Part of him felt like he ought to finish the conversation, but a
big part of him didn't know what to say next that would be
satisfactory. And besides, there was luscious little Carla,
sitting on his lap. "I would... but it's my turn to be looking
after little Tina."

"You could be quick. You'd be done before she could even really
start crying in a big way..."

"Hmmmm."

"Come on," she cajoled. "I want to see you get happy." She lay on
the couch in Tina's room, skirt up and panties down, holding her
little girl lips apart.

"OK, well, real quick then."

Kyle only pulled his shorts and briefs down to mid-thigh as he
lay on Carla and slid his penis in. He would never cease to
wonder at the lust and drive and satisfaction he got from
penetrating little Carla with his little penis. Tina began to
fuss.

"Ooooo," she said. "You got it in... Now you can let it go... Oh,
you look so happy... There! There you go! You went to the
bathroom in your little girlfriend, and you liked it so much."

"I did... I did, you wonderful little girl..."

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It was late evening. Maria approached, nursing the tiny baby as
she walked. Tina mostly slept through the night now, so this was
the bedtime feeding.

"Isn't it time... Isn't it time to teach Carla a lesson? She's
been very bad... Well, no she hasn't, but we can pretend she
has..."

Kyle's little cock started growing in his pants, and he gave a
smirk as he rose and went to Carla's room. Maria followed, still
nursing the baby.

He shook Carla's shoulder, gently at first, and then more
roughly.

"Come on, baby," he said gruffly. "I'm feeling horny and I want
to do you. Make yourself ready."

"Oh, no," said Carla, waking up. "Not that! Not again! I hate it
every time!"

"Too bad. Let me get at your twat, or do I gotta do it for you?"

"No, oh no... Please..." But she rolled onto her back, pulling
pajama bottoms and panties down to her ankles.

Carla looked at the approaching little cock as Kyle lowered
himself to cover her. "Not that... Not this time! Never! I hate
it! Why do you have to do it when I hate it so much?"

"Haha... Too bad... I wanna do it. You shut up and take it."

"But I --"

"Quiet," said Kyle, with a threat in his voice.

Kyle's cock found the little opening, which spread gracefully to
allow him entry. He eased in. "Got in! Now you just lie there and
think how good I'm feeling fucking you!"

Kyle grunted as he pumped in and out. His excitement was
building. Orgasm would come soon. Behind him he heard the baby
gurgle and cough. Turning, he saw milk jetting out of Maria's
other nipple. He quickly turned back to Carla and said, "Got some
more slimy stuff for your disgusting little sewer!" as he pumped
harder, and then sighed as he relieved himself of another dose of
slimy stuff.

He pulled out and pulled Carla's panties and pajamas back into
position. "Good girl!" he sneered. "You got a naughty little twat
who gives me naughty ideas, and who knows when she'll make me
come and fuck her again... Now thank me, like a good little
girl."

She glared at him and took in a deep breath, like she was going
to challenge him. But instead she said, Thank you" in a small
voice.

The two adults retreated, Tina still attached to Maria's breast.

"Was that... when she coughed..."

"Oh, that was nothing..."

"And I saw the milk spurt out from the other one... You can't say
that was nothing..."

"OK, OK," she said with a sigh. "I had a little climax from
watching you up there forcing yourself on Carla. And I guess it's
hooked up with the milk."

"Yeah, OK." He smiled. "You're a real pervert --" but quickly
added the obvious before she said it. "I'm a real pervert too...
I know."

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One time when Kyle came back in from an errand, he heard
whispering and hurried movements, coming from Tina's room. When
he went to investigate, Carla nonchalantly slid past him with a,
"Hi, daddy," but she looked like she had been caught at
something. In Tina's room, Maria was finishing up changing Tina's
diaper, but she didn't look quite natural either. Something fishy
was going on.

Two days later he said "Goodbye", at the time for his usual trip
to the gym, but stayed inside when he closed the door and went
silently to the living room and took a seat.

"He won't be back for an hour... Now's a good time," said Maria
in a low voice.

He heard rummaging around, and "Time for fun, Tina!" in a cheery
voice from Carla.

"Now be a good girl, don't move," Maria said. Tina whined a
little.

Kyle silently got up and followed the sounds to Maria's bedroom,
where he looked in without betraying his presence.

Maria was sitting on the bed, facing way from him, holding the
naked Tina on her lap, front away from her. Carla was squatting
on the floor, digging up inside herself with her finger and then
moving it forward towards Tina's middle, which was shielded from
his view.

Carla saw him then, and her eyes went wide as she stood and
pulled her panties up. Maria turned and saw, and tensed up,
looking very flustered.

"No need to try to hide stuff," said Kyle in a reasonable voice.
"I saw pretty much what was going on."

To Carla he said, "Maybe you better let me and your mom talk."
Maria having dressed Tina again, Carla carried her off, and Kyle
patted the big girl on the head as she walked by.

"I thought we agreed we were going to just raise Tina normally,
without any of the sex stuff."

"We weren't going to get you involved, honest!"

Kyle had his doubts. "If I'm not mistaken, Carla was fingering my
sperm out of her vagina and putting it on Tina's little labia. Is
that right?"

Maria sighed. "Yeah, inside too. OK, I'm a pervert, right? I'm
not a great mom! You knew that before we even met! You knew that
when you moved in! You knew it when we decided to raise Tina
together!"

"But we had an agreement."

"Yeah, we did. And I didn't keep my word. I'm bad. You want to
beat me up?"

Kyle smiled, but then stopped when he realized he wasn't
completely sure she was kidding.

Kyle stopped to think. He was annoyed that his little cock
immediately got very hard in his pants. Tina's little vagina was
not being just cleaned and ignored, the way it's supposed to be
on a baby. Carla was collecting his sperm that he put into her
and painting it on Tina's lips, but not just on -- inside. She
was using Tina's vagina as a real vagina. She was making it
deeper, and she was coating it with Kyle's own sperm. Tina's mom,
Maria, was supervising and approving -- perhaps it was all her
idea.

"Is it a turn-on, to watch Carla's finger go up inside, coated
with sperm?"

"Oh, don't toy with me!" said Maria with some heat.

"OK, let me just lay it out the way I think it's going. You're
excited to hold Tina open and watch the sperm go up inside,
because it's kind of like someone abusing her. The fact Carla is
getting the sperm from inside herself, from where I am constantly
raping her -- or so the law would put it -- is exciting. If she
hasn't already, Carla is going to slide her finger in and out the
way a penis would go, in a fucking motion. If Tina whines or
complains or cries, that's exciting too because it reminds you of
what happened to you."

Maria looked up at the ceiling, but didn't contradict him.

"And you were hoping, maybe, that somehow you'd convince me to do
my part the real way, and actually fuck her and shoot my sperm up
into her directly."

She shrugged. "Yes. And Carla thinks that would be really cool
too."

"Holy shit..." murmured Kyle. He was dimly aware that his
thinking was messed up. There had been the promises to himself...
But here was something Maria wanted, and Carla wanted, and that
wouldn't damage Tina. And something he wanted, from the depths of
his being. Lust. The prospect of sliding his penis between Tina's
legs, into the space that was hot, wet and tight. The usual
female place, but on a girl so young!

After a moment, he said, "One condition. I absolutely will not
tell Tina she's a bad girl or that I'm trying to hurt her. And
you have to promise you won't either, even when you're alone.
Anything of that kind is strictly forbidden."

Maria had been smiling ever since he started with "One
condition." Now she said, "Oh, I promise, I promise... I'm
getting less interested in that anyway. I've been suggesting you
get more subtle about that with Carla and I was hoping to stop
completely."

"OK," said Kyle, sighing and shuddering. "Now I think I'm going
to have to go fill Carla up with sperm like five times in a
row..."

Maria smiled and kissed Kyle on the cheek. She had gotten him.
She had reached the part of him that wasn't so good. The part
that was a pervert, just as bad as she was, or maybe worse.

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"You wanna do it again? Now?" said Carla with disbelief. "You
just did it three times!"

"Yeah, if you're willing."

"Why?"

"You know what you're kind of hoping I'll do to Tina."

"Yeah..."

"I'm going to do it, when the time is right. In the mean time, it
makes me crazy with desire. And yours is the only pussy around
right now, if you know what I mean."

Carla thought a moment, then smiled and lay back with legs spread
wide.

"Do it again, daddy. Let me watch how happy you get!"

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Chapter 9 -- Tina Joins the Fun

Maria held Tina in her arms, naked, facing out. The usual
position. She had just turned one year old.

"See how daddy and Carla are playing? Look closely."

Kyle and Carla lay naked on the bed. Kyle had been kissing Carla
and fondling her idly for a couple minutes.

Carla now spread her legs wide and smiled lovingly up at Kyle.
Kyle smiled, but was soon distracted by Carla's girl parts. He
gently spread her lips to the sides to reveal the vaginal opening
within.

"See, Tina? Carla's got a vagina down there just like you do! A
hole. And you've seen daddy's penis before. See how stiff it is
now?" Tina didn't answer. At one year old she didn't really talk.
But she just looked on with interest.

Kyle brought himself down until his body was above Carla's and
nearly touching it. Maria said, "Do you really want to slide that
penis into her vagina, Kyle?"

"Oh, my God, yes I do!"

"And Carla, what do you think of that idea?"

"Oh, I want it so much! I want to feel it inside me!"

Kyle lowered himself, offering Tina as good a view as he could of
his penis nuzzling against Carla's lips and then slowly sliding
up inside. Man and girl both made satisfied gasps. Kyle began
thrusting in and out.

"Carla, do you like it when he goes in and out like that?"

"I sure do! I love it, because I see how happy daddy is!"

"Yeah, Tina, daddy's face may look a little funny, but that's one
way a face looks when someone feels incredibly happy. Keep
looking as he keeps going in and out..."

Kyle's ecstasy built. It was thrilling to have the other two
watching him doing it to Carla. He lunged deep and came with a
whispered, "Oh, my God!" Through half-closed eyes, with blurred
vision he saw Carla beaming up at him. After catching his breath
he slowly lifted himself up, his little cock sliding free of the
pussy.

"So you can see how happy daddy got. Did you like that whole
thing, Carla?"

"I sure did!" Kyle reflected that no girl that age could fake a
smile like that.

"Well, Tina, that's what daddy does with big girls. When you're a
big girl maybe he'll do that to you too. Would you like that?"

"Here, now see if Carla will slide her finger up inside you...
See the milky stuff all over her finger? Even more than usual?
That's because daddy just put that into Carla when he got really
happy because he loves her so much." In the usual position,
Tina's knees rested up on Maria's thighs while the lower legs
trailed away on the outside. That held her legs wide apart. Carla
approached with her goopy finger and after briefly painting sperm
around her opening, she slid her finger in a little. She went
back to retrieve more sperm from her vagina, then slid it in Tina
more than before, than got another finger and her finger was in
all the way!

Kyle watched, mesmerized. Her vagina was just as deep and wide as
Kyle's penis was long and thick! Physically the little one was
ready, obviously.

Kyle spoke to Carla. "Can I do it again? Please?"

The girl smiled and spread herself out for the taking. Kyle was
much quicker this time, finding her feminine center and sliding
his little stiff cock right into it, right up inside. Barely 30
seconds later he gasped and groaned and pushed their bodies
together as tight as they would go.

"See, they did it again," said Maria.

Everyone clothed again, they went about the day's business.

But now and then, in a place where Tina was nearby, Kyle asked
Carla if she'd be willing, and Carla happily stripped. Kyle
followed suit and soon thrust his stiff little cock home into
Carla again. Maybe Carla even pretended to feel more pleasure
than she actually did, but Kyle had no need to pretend.

It was three days later that it happened. Maria had just taken a
wet diaper off of Tina and was letting her walk around as she
aired out her privates. Kyle asked Carla if she was willing, and
she and Kyle both stripped and got ready.

And then the miraculous moment occurred. Tina lay down on her
back the same way Carla was.

"Do you want your turn?" said Carla, turning to her.

"You want me to do that to you?" asked Kyle.

"Are you a big girl now? A big girl like your sister?" said
Maria.

Tina laid back with legs spread and grabbed her knees.

"I bet daddy would be willing to do it to you, wouldn't you,
daddy?" said Carla. "I can have my turn later."

Kyle slowly lowered himself onto Tina, watching her reaction
carefully. He also really concentrated on her appearance. At the
age of one, everyone agreed that Tina looked like a mix of her
mother and father. She had wavy light brown hair, and big blue
eyes. She was gorgeous. Now, he just might be able to slide his
penis into his gorgeous daughter.

"Oh, you're such a big girl!" he whispered, as his cock tip
touched against her little pussy lips. "Let me hold things open
to be sure it goes in smoothly," said Carla, reaching in to help.

Ever so slowly, a fraction of an inch at a time, Kyle pushed in,
then withdrew, then pushed in some more. After a short while
Carla removed her fingers. Tina looked with interest at what was
happening between her legs.

"Oh, Tina, I love this so much! You're making me so happy!" said
Kyle. After he was in all the way, he pulled back and pushed in
again, with slow, shallow strokes. When he picked up the pace a
little, Tina laughed, then stopped, then laughed again.

"You're going to help daddy feel really, really good!" said
Carla, who was lying on her stomach, grinning face just a foot
from Tina's.

Kyle saw no need to wait. After twenty full strokes, he surged
deep inside his little 1-year-old and climaxed, spurting glob
after glob of sperm up inside her. "Oh, that was fantastic!" he
said, lowering his head to kiss the little one on the cheek and
rub noses.

"You did great!" said Carla, pushing Kyle's head aside with her
own and giving similar affectionate attention to Tina.

"Excuse me," murmured Maria, and walked a bit unsteadily to the
door, and then to her own bedroom. The door closed and Kyle knew
what was happening inside. Maria was fingering herself, and would
have orgasm after magnificent orgasm as she recalled what she had
just seen.

"Now see what happens?" said Carla, who gently slid her little
finger into Tina and pulled out a bit of Kyle's creamy sperm. She
then stuck her finger up inside herself. Tina laughed. She got
the joke, seeing Carla moving the sperm in the other direction.

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Carla had of course started as a little girl with no more than
vague glimmers of sexual thoughts and an innocent undisturbed
vagina. Her transformation to a girl who would happily lie down
and let Kyle to fuck her whenever he felt like it had been long
and not always happy. Her mother had forced her to submit
initially as punishment for supposed bad behavior. Then she got
used to it and didn't mind too much. Then she grew very fond of
Kyle, who did nice things for her. She let him because she loved
him and wanted to let him be happy.

No one wanted to duplicate that whole procedure with Tina, even
Maria. It had been an excellent start when Tina herself had
volunteered to get it from Kyle. They waited for her to volunteer
again. She did, a few days later, and then a few days after that,
and then she stopped. She just took in the sight of Carla and
Kyle doing it as one of many things happening around the house.
Maria tried training her by giving her little candies as a reward
if she would lie down naked, but somehow this attempt at rewards
for good behavior never worked.

Undoubtedly she loved her daddy, but the mind of a child at 18
months is way too young to have the idea of thinking about how
someone else feels and helping them be happy.

Maria took steps in the direction of forcing Tina to do it by
holding her in position with legs spread, but Kyle headed off any
moves in that direction.

Kyle had another idea. Instead of a stick, a carrot. Or perhaps
the right kind of stick. Or a stick kind of like a carrot. He got
a vibrator. Hitachi's finest.

Maria was unhappy. Nice girls didn't use vibrators. They were
just for whores. But she realized that for a mother who had done
what she had done to Carla, she was in no position to judge.

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Chapter 10 -- Hitachi

Kyle found Carla in her room, dressed and working on homework. He
pulled out the Hitachi.

"What is it?" asked Carla.

"It's called a vibrator. You know how I feel so very happy when I
squirt? This is to let women feel the same way. Or girls. They
say it might work with girls too."

Carla shrugged. "So what do I do?"

"Get comfortable and naked, on a bed. And then turn it on, and
put the vibrating end down there where your vagina is, roughly.
Move it around until you find something that feels good.

Carla got naked and lay on her bed.

"I could give you some privacy," said Kyle, starting to walk out.

"Wait... you think I need privacy while I play around with my
vagina stuff? After all we do all the time?" She smiled.

"Well, it's a little different, but I'd be happy to stay. I'm
likely to get stiff, but we'll just ignore it, OK? I want to
ignore it."

"OK." Lying naked on her bed, Carla tried poking around. She
grimaced. She said, "Ooo, that was kind of nice." She moved it
around a bit more. "There..." Then she started smiling. And
smiled more. She pulled it away and turned it off, and said,
"That felt really good..."

"If you keep trying, you might get this big wavy good feeling. If
you want."

Carla turned it on and poked some more. She started smiling
again. After a while she stopped smiling, but kept pressing the
vibrator with a certain rhythm, eyes closed and focused intently.
Her breathing became irregular. Smiles broke through her intense
concentration now and then, but then not at all. And then a loud
gasp. Her body shuddered as she pressed the vibrator in and kept
it in one place. Finally she let go of it and lay back, panting.
Kyle gently retrieved the vibrator and turned it off.

"Is that... Is that how you feel?"

"I think so. Men... Males are males and females are females, so
you never know for sure what's quite the same, but people think
it's the same. A feeling that gets better and better, then best
of all, and then you're all finished."

"Yeah, and... I can't believe it... I want your thing in me, not
just for you but because I want it for myself!"

Kyle happily did what she asked, and when he reached orgasm, he
saw she was smiling, but it was maybe a bit more serious than the
smiles she usually gave him.

At bedtime he came to her and with a stroke of her cheek conveyed
that he would like to have sex, a signal he had used many times.
Carla hesitated. "Can I have that vibrator first?"

"Sure!" said Kyle, and returned shortly with it. "Let me try
lying down next to you while you use it, OK?"

Carla didn't react, so he lay next to her, kissed her cheek and
slowly caressed her bare, flat chest. It didn't take so long this
time, as she evidently knew what she was doing. A minute later
she gasped, and then said, "In, in, in!" with urgency.

Kyle turned over onto her, slid it in and didn't hold back. He
had a fabulous orgasm. The idea that she really wanted it for
herself and really sort of understood the sort of good feeling he
would get -- that made it better -- better in a whole new
dimension.

When he came to her in the morning, she didn't ask for the
vibrator and smiled up at him while he did his quickie.

She came to him in the afternoon and asked if she could use the
vibrator. "Well, OK... Can I get happy too?"

"Yeah, of course!"

As they lay together, in the wake of his orgasmic spurts, his
little cock slowly shrinking and sliding out of her, she said,
"Did you know about vibrators all along?"

"Well, yeah."

"Why didn't you get one before?"

"Gee, it never occurred to me. Most girls never use one."

"But most girls aren't getting screwed up the vagina all day
long, either!"

"True... your mother wasn't in favor when I mentioned the idea a
few weeks ago."

"Why not?"

"Just some old prejudices, I think. About how only whores used
vibrators... Though as for women who forced their little girls to
let men do it to them... maybe that's more respectable."

Carla laughed briefly.

"There's a certain fear with adult men and women sometimes,
though. The way it usually works is women agree to have sex with
the men because it feels really good. But then the vibrator makes
it feel even better, and it's a lot less work, so they're not
really interested in sex any more. Or they're just interested
because they're doing a favor to the men, and it's always nicer
if your partner really wants it for her own sake."

Carla thought a moment. "I've never wanted it because it felt
good to me, I've only wanted it to make you happy."

Kyle squeezed her gently. "And I've been the luckiest man in the
world that you feel that way. But after you've had your orgasm,
you really want me to do it to you right then... That's not
because you want to be nice to me, right?"

"No! I don't know why, I just really want it then... Could we do
it at the same time? I'm not sure how it would fit."

"You're right, it's hard that way, but there is a way where it
can work... You know how we did it from the rear a few times?
When I was behind you?"

"Yeah, I didn't like that so much."

"Yeah, that was fine, and maybe you won't like this either. But
that way there's room for you to use the vibrator while I can
still get my penis in and out."

Carla's eyes got bright. Just a couple minutes later, she gasped
out her pleasure with Kyle's little cock pumping frantically in
and out, and a second later he gasped his own pleasure.

Doggy style with a vibrator was very nice indeed, Carla reported.

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"There's another reason I got the vibrator, though," said Kyle.
"Tina."

"You think she'd like that?"

"We could find out."

They found out. She liked it a lot. Her coordination with fine
hand and arm movements wasn't so great, but Kyle managed to read
her body language while guiding the wand, and she got a big
orgasm!

He explained the plan to Carla. "Now here's the deal. She gets to
start using it, but then we take it away. She only gets it back
again if she's let me, um, insert my penis into her."

"Oh, hmmmm." She paused and looked at him. "You mean fuck her,
right? Not 'insert my penis'."

"Well, both, of course."

"But the one that really counts, the one that matters... You want
to fuck her."

"Um, yeah. I want to fuck her. I really want to fuck her. Even
though I'm fucking you... or could we call it making love, maybe?
... I want to fuck her too. And her mom wants me to too."

"Yeah, I know. She wants it a lot. She gets tired of watching you
and me do it, especially when we don't pretend you're raping me
any more."

Kyle snarled. Carla looked at him and they both grinned.

"And I want it too. I don't know why. I just want to see it. I
want to see your thing going in and out of her, and knowing
you're spurting in there, and seeing her see it happening... Am I
weird?"

"Well, I don't know. I'm weird for wanting to do it to little
girls at all, and we know your mom's weird for wanting to watch,
so I guess people just like what they like. Especially when
they're only eight years old."

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All three of them were naked, on a pad on the floor. The first
thing Tina focused on, of course, was the buzzy thing that could
make her feel so good. She wanted it! They only let her have it
sometimes. If she had known how to tell about the passage of
time, she would have known it was twice a week.

She could see that Carla got to put the thing between her legs.
Not fair! Then she could see Kyle taking it away, and Carla
whining but Kyle refusing to give it back. She could see Carla
lying back while Kyle stuck his penis into her as usual. And then
they could see Kyle handing the thing back, and Carla using it to
get really happy, just like she did.

Then they gave the vibrator to her and she got to make herself
feel really good.

The next time she watched she didn't get so upset seeing Carla
get to use the toy, because she hoped she'd get to use it when
they were all done. And she did!

She watched it several more times, and it always went the same
way.

And then it was just her and Kyle, with no Carla in sight. But
Kyle took it away just as she was starting to feel good! And
there he was naked, with his little penis. And he pushed her back
gently, and started to get up on her. She knew what he wanted to
do, and she didn't really want to. It was boring! So she
resisted, and he stopped, like he always did. She wanted that
thing so she could get one of those happy, happy feelings. But he
wouldn't give it to her. Instead, he patted her between the legs.
She put two and two together. It was like with Carla. She had to
let him stick it into her between her legs, and then when he was
done she could have the toy. So she did it. He didn't take long,
and it really wasn't so bad, and then she got the toy and got to
give herself that really good feeling.

When she saw Kyle coming with the toy, she didn't even reach for
it. She spread her legs so he could get at her and do his thing,
because the sooner he did, the sooner she could have the toy.
When she was all done, he gently started to do that thing to her
again, and she let him. She was relaxed and happy, and it was
actually kind of nice when he did it then, when she was feeling
relaxed and satisfied.

Then he came once and didn't have the toy with him at all, but
still started to do it to her. Maybe he'd get it later? She let
him do it, and it felt OK. But he didn't get it later. She
squawked. Her mother showed up carrying the toy, and Tina stood
up to go for it, but her mother disappeared, and with it the toy.

Then it was a usual thing where Kyle did his thing and she got
her time with the toy.

Then another time there was no toy, and she refused. Then it
seemed like forever went by before he came with the toy again. So
then the next time when he showed up without the toy she let him
do it to her. And he hugged and kissed her, but he did those
things all the time anyway.

So after a while, when he asked to do it to her, she always let
him, because then she'd get to use the toy again soon. And she
also let him because it reminded her of the other times. And her
body felt good too. When he stuck it into her, it felt nice
remembering what often came next. And it didn't feel bad, and it
was nice to see her daddy get happy.

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"Hey, Maria," said Kyle.

"Yes?"

"This vibrator, it's not exactly where I left it."

"Oh really? Maybe you didn't remember."

"Carla can't get in there. The only people who can get in there
are you and me."

"Yeah, well, as I say, you must have forgotten."

"But it's happened three times now."

Kyle stood with arms folded while Maria moved around her room,
putting her laundry away. He saw her catching occasional glimpses
of him.

She stopped and sighed. "OK, I tried it. I liked it, so I tried
it again. I really liked it. So I'm a slut on top of everything
else. And I'm a liar. So shoot me. You know I'm bad. You've known
it forever."

Kyle smiled, and produced a wrapped package. Maria smiled a bit
as she hefted the package, as if she knew what it might be. And
she smiled a lot when she opened it. Her very own Hitachi! She
reached up then and kissed Kyle on the cheek, and then hugged
him.

Then she broke away. "Would you want to do it to me if I was a
little girl?"

"Uhhhh, what kind of a question is that?"

"Just asking. You like doing it to little girls. Would you do it
to me if I was a little girl?"

"Probably. I'm attracted to most little girls."

"Aha!" said Maria, and disappeared into the closet. A minute
later she came back with an old photo album -- physical pictures
stuck on pages. "There I am. See me?"

Kyle saw. She was a little girl. A very cute little girl. "Ohh,
yes. I would have liked you very much. Do you have a time
machine?"

"No, no..."

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She found him a few days later. "You liked what I looked like as
a little girl. It got me to thinking. I had an idea for a favor
you could do me."

"Yes?"

"You know I always hated the idea of sex with a man. But now I
have a glimmer... of maybe how it could be tolerable.. I'd like
to have tolerable sex with a man, at least once in my life."

"Well, you know I'm the wrong guy. You want help finding one?"

"No! I want you... but not you... A mix... Here's the deal. You
get a strap-on."

"A strap-on! I've got a dick!"

"But it's so little it doesn't really count, not for a grown
woman."

Kyle thought about it. It was kind of true. He'd achieved his
dream of a tiny penis that could fit wonderfully into little
girls, but he'd lost the sort of big penis that would feel right
to a grown woman.

"You're still a grown woman."

"What if we do it in the dark. You do it from behind, doggy
style, so you don't really even have to touch me. And Tina is
waiting on the bed in the dark. She'll probably be babbling,
wondering where she is and what's happening. And as soon as
you're done with me, you can go on over and fuck her as much as
you want."

"And when would I know I'm done with you?"

"I'll use my Hitachi, and talk like a little girl or not at all,
until I come. Then you can go. Or if you're feeling generous,
gasp and give a tremendous push, as if you were coming in me."

"It still seems pretty artificial. Why not just lie back on the
bed and dream about it. Surely there's a dildo that's the same
size as any strap-on?"

"Yeah, but it's not the same. I want you back there... You, Kyle!
I want it to be you who's forcing that thing in and out of me,
who's doing the motion of the fucking. A real man, and a man I
love, fucking it into me and me loving it."

"Gee, you just said you love me. I didn't think we had that kind
of relationship."

"We don't, we don't! Forget I said it. Let's just say I respect
you and find you sexy and except for the fact that sex is totally
disgusting, you're the sort of guy I might like."

"OK, OK, what's in it for me? You've lied to me, over and over."

Maria paused, folded her arms, and looked at him. "Yeah, well, I
got you a girl to fuck on a regular basis. You had those others
but they were just one-time things, right? And you really like
her. You love her. And if it weren't for me you'd never have had
that chance at all. And then your one-year-old. Six years old was
actually pretty old for you, but age one -- the even sexier dream
come true, right?"

He didn't think he'd ever told her that about his strongest
attraction being to the very youngest, but maybe she could tell
from putting clues together.

"And how did you get that one-year-old? Me. I carried her for
nine months, I gave birth. And I might be a pervert for wanting
to see a man do it to her, but you're the one who got to do it -
who still gets to do it, over and over again! ... So you can call
me a liar and a pervert all you want, but you're a pervert too.
Liar, maybe not so much, but you sure do like to fuck little
girls all day long and all night long. And I'm the one who gives
you the little girls. Two of them!"

Kyle sighed. "You're right. Things wouldn't be this way if you
hadn't done your part."

"Could you say it right out plain, that you appreciate me,
instead of backhanded?"

Kyle sighed again. It made him feel a little vulnerable, but he
said it: "Maria, I am very grateful for the things you have done
that have let me live out my dreams in a way I never could have
otherwise. I am very grateful to you for that."

"Thank you."

"And I'll try that strap-on in the dark thing."

"You will?"

"Yeah, why not? All the pieces match up. You're a little girl who
I wanted to fuck, you just unfortunately grew up. So with the
right attachment I can fuck the big girl who grew up, and can
give her a big dick like she wants. But when I fuck in and out,
I'll be fucking the little girl, but the big girl will be getting
fucked by a normal man who likes to fuck big girls. And the big
girl had a handy feature -- she could make new little girls in
her body, and she did, and when I'm done with the big girl/little
girl thing, I get to fuck that little girl who is a real little
girl in every sense of the word. Actually she made two little
girls in her body, and while one's a little bit grown up, I can
fuck either. Or both. Sounds like a deal."

"That's kind of confusing. But you're saying you'll fuck me from
behind, forcing in and out of my cunt the sort of big dick you
got after you grew into a man, before your surgery?"

"Yeah."

"That's good enough. You're fantastic."

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They managed the "darkness" part by giving Kyle a blindfold. The
strap-on was hollow at the one end, which made a convenient place
for Kyle to stick his own little dick. When the act began, Kyle
didn't have to touch her rear end, even. Maria reached back to
place the strap-on in a place that kept it from moving side to
side or up and down, and allowed only in and out. In his mind was
a picture of a small girl in a green dress, with her panties
showing just a bit. And he was fucking his little cock into her,
over and over again. He grunted and thrust. It seemed like a long
time, but who knew if it really was or what qualified as a long
time, but then from in front of him he heard a big loud gasp --
that little girl had apparently just grown up into an adult
woman. He surged forward, hard, and gasped as if he'd just come,
then pulled the strap-on back out of its hole, shed it, and went
groping on the bed for the real little girl. He found her, she
giggled, he pulled off his blindfold, feasted his eyes on the
gorgeous little thing. Whatever scene he had left was behind him,
out of view. There were Tina's little labia. He pressed and his
cock went in. Into heaven. The girl was pretty and she laughed
and in no time he seized up and shoved deep, shooting sperm up
into her. Right out the end of his penis. There between her legs,
spread wide, his shaft disappeared up into her body. Yeah, he had
fucked her all right. The shaft was skinny, but so was the girl,
and the proportions were right. Short, kind of skinny thighs,
coming together in a slit, which as a result of his invasion had
turned into a tube that hugged tight around his skinny shaft. But
the shaft was pushed deep inside the middle of the little girl,
and he had just pulsed up into her the stuff that needed to go
there. The stuff he wanted to spurt into her. He wanted to do
that more than anything in the world.

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Chapter 11 -- Birthday

The girls had cooked up an idea for his birthday. It was probably
mostly Carla's idea, of course, but Tina seemed happy to go
along, and at age 2 she was smart enough to go along with plans.
When he entered the room and took off his blindfold, the room was
lit by just a few candles, and there in front of him were two
smiling faces, each looking over her shoulder at him. Right in
front of him were two rear ends, and as he took in the sight the
hum of vibrators stopped, first one and then another. He didn't
have to ask permission. He knelt behind the bigger of the rear
ends and pressed his penis forward. There was a tube to receive
it! It was a small miracle he took for granted too often. It was
wet and tight, as usual, but also hot in a way that meant the
girl had just had an orgasm. He plunged in and out, enjoying
Carla's pussy. But the smaller one right beside it was even more
appealing, and he pulled his little cock out of Carla and
inserted it into Tina. It went in smooth and easy, but also tight
and hot. He loved the in and out, and he loved the sight of the
little girl's little rear end. He thought of pulling out and
going back into Carla's, but then also thought it was his
birthday, and he would follow his instincts. His instinct of the
moment was to pound in and out hard and fast and deep and then
expel his liquid at the deep end of Tina's hole, groaning with
pleasure. The girls started to leave their positions, but he
convinced Carla to stay, and he pressed his cock into her little
pussy. It hadn't shrunk any since wetting Tina's innards, and his
body had somehow forgotten the need for refractory periods, and
he rapidly rose to orgasm and wet the insides of Carla in his
immense pleasure.

He then collapsed, and a girl collapsed on either side of him. He
kissed Tina and fondled her all over, while Carla caressed him
from the back side. After a while he switched and kissed and
fondled Carla. Tina was too small to get the idea of caressing
him, and that was fine. He felt the sudden urge to copulate, and
pressed Carla onto her back. His little cock was small and
floppy, but the frantic thrusting motions he made were genuine,
and made her laugh. After a good twenty seconds with her, he
swapped over to Tina and made the same urgent thrusting motions,
with the same result. With all three of them on their backs, he
slid a hand down to the labial regions of each girl, opened her
up with index and ring fingers, and went exploring with middle
finger. He found each pussy hot and tight, and even wetter than
usual.

While Carla rested, he turned to Tina and turned on her vibrator.
After a few strokes in the general right area, he handed it over
to her and nibbled her ear and caressed her tummy as she rose to
a gasping orgasm. He turned to Carla and did the same with her,
noting carefully the ecstasy on her face as she reached her own
orgasm.

He was now stiff again and turned to Tina, pulling her close to
him as they lay on their sides. He found her pussy hole easily
from that angle, and thrust up into her for several minutes
before convulsing again with pleasure, greeted by the happy smile
of the small girl. Once again his body seemed to have lost track
of the need to rest, as he turned back to Carla and penetrated
her from the same position and thrust up inside, over and over,
deeper and harder, and relieved himself once more.

"Happy birthday!" said the girls, one after the other, as Tina
yawned.

He lay on his back with a girl snuggled against each side, a leg
draped over each of his and a pussy slowly leaking onto each
thigh. Tina fell asleep at once, and he turned just his head to
give Carla some tender, silent kisses for a couple minutes before
she yawned. He didn't remember anything after that. He woke in
the night to Tina thrusting her pussy slowly against his leg, and
he heard her whisper, "Want to make daddy piddle in me again?"

"Oh, you angel," he said, "Great idea, but too tired now."

Later Carla woke and whispered, "Want to shoot more cum up into
my hot pussy?" and he declined her as well.

In the morning, he reflected as he drowsed off, he would be
interested again. It would no longer be his birthday, but he was
pretty sure each girl would happily gobble up his little penis in
her pussy and smile lovingly at him as he squirted a little more
juice into her.

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