Author: Sterling Title: Make a Birthday Wish, Continued Summary: Adult women that James knows appear in his house as much younger versions of themselves. Sexual attentions are required to relieve their itches and send them back to their own time. James is of course anxious and perplexed by these impossible happenings. But as a pedophile, he is ecstatic. The fun is in the variety in the encounters and the conversations between James and his visitors. Keywords: Mg, Mgg, humor, pedo, oral, ScFi NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex. First posted 7/19/2021. I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Sterling/ There is a more user-friendly web version of most of my stories from before 2016 here: http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Sterlin g/www/ Sterling ============================================================ Make a Birthday Wish, Continued This is a sequel to "Make a Birthday Wish". In that story, James is a closeted pedophile. At his birthday party, his four adult female friends urge him to make a wish. Reality shifts and his four companions are tiny girls, aged two and up. They are happy to accept his tender lovemaking. When reality shifts back, the women have no memory of what happened. --------------------------------------------------------- James kept wondering if his birthday wish would have any effect on the women -- if there would be any way the connection from their child selves to their adult selves would break through. But there didn't appear to be. They kept talking on the phone and gathering in twos and threes. Two weeks later, as he lay in bed, James was feeling wistful. On the one hand, it was wonderful that he had had the chance to live out his fantasies that one time. But on the other, having experienced the specifics -- those glorious erotic specifics -- he knew what he was missing in more detail than he ever had before. He drifted off to sleep. --------------------------------------------------------- James awoke to a voice from the bathroom. There was no one else at home, and his heart beat fast. "Oh, my God. Oh... what happened?" said a small voice. "Hello?" said James from his bedroom door. Small feet padded closer until a girl appeared in the doorway. "I know this place.... I'm in your house, James... But I'm small. Way too small to be me. What the hell is happening?" It was young Rachel, there was no doubt about it. James went into the living room and sat down, Rachel following. "I don't know... This is really bizarre. You're Rachel... I mean, you look like Rachel.. Rachel when she was young. Are you Rachel?" "Yes, of course! I mean, yes." "Well, you look like Rachel when she was about, um, five years old." Rachel raced back to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. "Yikes! You're right..." She returned to the living room. "This is impossible! It must be a dream." She pinched herself. "Ouch". "Are you... are you the adult Rachel inside?" "Of course!" "Hey, how am I to know? You sure don't look like her. You remember everything? You know what day it is?" She gave the correct day. "You remember the last time we saw each other?" "Of course... your birthday party." "OK, good. That much is clear at least... But here we are... What do we do now?" asked James. "We could call the police." "Yeah, I guess..." "But wait, what do we say? That I'm actually Rachel Jones, and I just got small?" "Um....." "I do look like her -- you said so." "So, a niece or something. They'll send you to a foster home while they look for your parents. Me, I'll end up in prison for abducting some random girl... Which seems pretty likely no matter what we do." "I... It couldn't be..." "What?" "I have this vision of that night of the birthday party. I was two years old and you molested me! What a weird dream!" "Oh, ummm, yes, it certainly is." "But it wasn't just a dream... What you did..." "Sometimes dreams feel very real." "No, it really happened, and ... oh, my God! You're a pedophile!" "Just in the dream!" "It wasn't just a dream, I know it. But it explains why you don't date women, or men either. That would explain it. And you're looking all flustered and red, that must be it! ... That's disgusting! Gross!" "Hey, look, Rachel. So maybe I am. I certainly didn't choose it. You think anyone wants to be a pedophile?" "No, but... Yuck!" "You asked me to make a birthday wish. I did, thinking of course that sort of thing is nonsense. But then it happened. I was in some other place, where the usual rules don't apply, and... I got to live out my dream... well, one of my dreams." "Two-year-olds?" "You didn't mind, right? You liked it." "I did, yeah, I remember that. That's gross too! And here I am like 5 years old, so the laws of physics or whatever sure are fucked up." Rachel squirmed, and then went to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her, naturally. When she emerged, she said, "Weirder and weirder..." "What?" "Never mind..." "So, what do we do now. Are you hungry? Thirsty?" "No... No, I'm not. Do you find me attractive now? Sexually attractive?" "No, you're a grown woman, and this sure is bizarre." "But is my body attractive? Five-year-old Rachel?" "I don't know... Everything's so weird." "That means yes. So, would you, um, touch my privates if I let you?" "Of course not! Consent... I mean, you're an adult, but you can't consent if you're drunk, and I'd say you can't consent if you've suddenly gone back to being five years old." Rachel smiled at that. "Well, I've got female problems." She reached up under her dress and scratched her crotch. "You're not supposed to have female problems when you're five. But it itches. And it's getting itchier. "Hmmm, maybe go to a doctor?" "That would be... problematic. I have this horrible idea..." "What?" James gulped. He was afraid he knew where this was going. "I wonder if we're supposed to, like, be intimate to make it stop itching." "No, that doesn't make any sense. I mean, I guess I could touch you there..." "Ewww! Well, if I was my grown up self and you needed to touch me there it would be OK. But I'm five years old." "I was just thinking aloud." "But the last time reality got screwed up it was so you could molest me." "Aw, shit.... Maybe some experiments first... If I rubbed your labia, maybe that would help?" "Sure, why not... Kind of like going to the gynecologist..." Rachel lay on the couch, presenting her private parts for investigation. James gently rubbed her labia for half a minute. "That's not doing any good. Maybe stick your fingers inside? Digital exam?" James explored with one finger. It went in smoothly. He added another. "Um, I don't think 5-year-old vaginas are usually so... easily explored." "I suppose not. Well, it doesn't help with the itching. Makes it itch even more, maybe." Rachel pulled her panties up and sat. She glanced between James's legs and reached out to touch the bulge she saw. "You're turned on! You're turned on by a 5-year-old!" "Well, what do you expect? I'm a pedophile!" "Well, I don't know what the hell is going on. But you're a fucking pedophile, and first thing that happens in that weird reality last time is you're banging me when I'm two years old. Now I mysteriously appear in your house, 5 years old, just the age a pedophile would like. And I've got an itchy pussy. Would you do me?" "You can get VD from partners who are itching." They both smiled briefly. Rachel sighed. "Everything kind of suggests you're supposed to fuck me, right? Doesn't it seem that way to you?" "Well, yeah, it does, kind of." "You get to achieve your dream once more. Yuck! Well, let's get to it. Maybe on the bed -- that's the usual way." Rachel marched into the bedroom, pulled dress up and panties down and spread her legs wide. She made a sour face. "OK, do it -- creep!" James took off his trousers and briefs. "Hey, I didn't ask for this. I don't want to screw a girl, or a woman, or whatever you are, who doesn't want it." "OK, OK! But let's get it over with." "Ummmm..." Rachel propped herself up on her elbows and sighed. "Ah, yes, you need an erection. And you didn't take your shirt or shoes off." "You didn't take your dress or shoes off, either." "Yeah, fine, it's just animal sex. So how do I get you hard, lick you or something?" "The problem is that I don't want to do it with someone who's so obviously not into it." "Not a rapist... How sweet..." Rachel rose and sat cross-legged. James sat on the edge of the bed. Both scowled. "OK, OK," said Rachel. "I would really like it if you were to make love to me... I mean, slide your penis into my vagina. I would like you to do that. She gave a fake smile and lay back. With a gorgeous, sexy girl beside him, a fake smile was good enough. James's cock started growing. He turned over onto Rachel and slid the tip of it up and down her slit. It got stiffer. He probed her vagina, and his cock started in. Then he looked at her. Her fake smile was faltering as she looked at where their bodies joined. "I don't even have any hair!" she blurted out. James sighed. "Do you want to get fucked or don't you?" he said. "I do! It's itching like crazy! ... But I don't, because it's gross!" Suddenly James was angry. "Well, then shut up and take it!" he snarled, turning her over and lifting her butt up into the air. "Take it like a dog! So I can't see your damn face." "James!" said the little Rachel. But she didn't resist. He found the slit, he pressed in a little, then pressed in all the way. "Oh, my God!" murmured Rachel. James had no interest in finding out what was on Rachel's mind. He held the ass of the 5-year-old girl and plunged his cock in over and over, and before long lunged deep and groaned. His penis did exactly what he expected it to do: pulsing, expelling wet inside his girl. Rachel gasped and then went silent. James slowly slid out and let Rachel down on her side. "So, is that what you wanted? How's the itch?" But Rachel was unconscious. "Hello, Rachel?" he said. He shook her shoulder, but she was out cold. "Well, I gave her what she wanted," he mumbled. "And it was pretty nice for me too," he said with a little smile... That little bottom, the sexy girly lips below her butt hole, how they parted for his cock... He decided to get some water, because he was awfully thirsty. Who knew what Rachel would want when she woke up. In the kitchen he got the glass, put in some ice, then some water and had a deep drink. He then returned to the bedroom. Rachel was gone. "Rachel? Rachel?" he asked. Hide and seek wasn't what most people did in afterglow, but... who knew about five-year-old afterglow? He looked in the closet, under the bed... he scanned the other rooms of the house quickly. He shrugged. Her appearance had been a total mystery. Her disappearance was just as mysterious. But it solved his immediate problem, of having an unrelated small girl in his house, with no explanation. . He hoped she was back to herself, instead of off to some even more bizarre reality. He got out his phone and texted her. "Hey..." There was no response immediately, but in a minute or so she texted him. "Hey, what's up? I was napping." "Rachel? Oops, I meant to be calling someone else... Oh, sorry to wake you up. Sweet dreams, I hope?" "Just a nap." James breathed a sigh of relief. --------------------------------------------------------- Three days later, he heard a commotion in the bathroom around midnight. "Where am I?" said a little voice. "Oh, no," said James to himself, and was annoyed to feel his crotch feeling a bit warm. "Hello," he said as he approached the bathroom. It was Meghan, looking to be about three years old and dressed in pajamas. "You're Meghan?" "Of course. What am I doing in your house? And why am I way down here halfway to the floor?" "It looks like you're three years old. Your body went back to being three." "What? This is insane!" James lifted her up under the armpits so she could see herself in the mirror. "Holy shit!" "You know what day it is? You know when we saw each other last." Meghan gave the right answers. "Does anything feel funny?" "Everything feels funny! To be this size... Jesus!" "Does any part feel particularly uncomfortable?" "Since you ask, my private parts are feeling kind of itchy. Maybe I didn't wipe myself? How long have I been like this? Did I have time to not wipe myself?" "I don't know, I don't know!" said James. "Wait, I'm remembering this dream... At the party, I was two and you were having sex with me!" "Weird dream," said James. He had been here before, and he sort of hoped this conversation would end differently. "But it wasn't...." "Dreams can feel awfully realistic," he said, but without enthusiasm. "No, this was no dream. Uh, wow. I think you must be a pedophile?" "Yes. OK, yes. It really happened, I think -- at least I was there too. I'm a pedophile. I don't want to be a pedophile. I want to get the hots for ordinary women, like anyone else -- or even men." "Do you molest girls?" she asked with concern. "No! Absolutely not! But... well, in my dreams I suppose I do. Or did." "You're an evil wizard reverse-aging women into little girls?" James shrugged. "No! I don't know what makes it happen!" "So I'm safe with you here, being in a three-year-old body?" "Yes! Well, yes and no." "What?" "I would certainly never do anything to you you didn't want." "Well, I don't want anything, so that's settled... What do we do now?" James took a deep breath. "I have no idea what's going on. But I will tell you that Rachel appeared to me in exactly the same way a few days ago." "What?" "Yeah, she showed up but she was more like five than three." "So what happened?" "Rachel's labia were also itchy, and the solution -- very shocking -- was for me to have sexual intercourse with her." "What??" "After I, um, got it into her, she seemed relieved. And then, after I finished and pulled out, she disappeared. I texted her a little later and she was herself, just having woken from a nap." "But, how... how could you do that?" "Rachel's vagina was stretchy and big enough to take a stiff penis." "But what about you? How did you get a hard-on for a little girl? Oh, wait... You're a pedophile, so I guess that's not so difficult." "Right. I assure you I didn't choose it. And I don't like being this way. And I got tired explaining it to Rachel, and don't want to go through that again. I'm just saying, in Rachel's case, when I had intercourse with her, she disappeared and seemed to be in her usual life. Hmmm, I wonder if the real adult you is around now..." "The last thing I remember is going to bed." James skipped the texting option and called, but there was no answer. "So maybe there's only one of you, and you're only in one place at a time. That would simplify things." Meghan looked at her body in the pajamas, looked at James, and her face took on a determined look. "I don't want to have sex with you." "Fine." After a brief silence, James said, "Well, make yourself at home." Meghan looked unsure of what to do. She turned on the TV and found a dumb sitcom -- one he found dumb. H was sure she would to, at least as an adult. James retreated to the kitchen, but as he left he noticed her squirming. After having a quick drink he went back to bed. What else was there to do? He drifted off. In under an hour she came into his bedroom. He woke at once, and she stood by the edge of the bed, fighting back tears. "I suppose it's like prostitutes. They have sex to get something else they need, even if they don't really want to. They need money. I need relief." She scratched between her legs frantically. "OK, I'm happy to try to help." "But you'll enjoy it." "Listen, if you were stuck here with an ordinary guy, he wouldn't be able to get it up at all. You might be thankful, at least a little bit." "OK," said Meghan. She removed her top. "I had a problem with Rachel," said James. "Her facial expressions showed how much she didn't like it, and I couldn't keep it up." He didn't mention the quasi-rape he had used to solve the problem. "Want to like put your pajama tops over your face?" "Oh, that's an idea," she said with a hint of amusement. She pulled the panties and bottoms down a few inches, and then flipped the top up over her face. She then scratched her crotch hard, over and over. James undressed and mounted the little girl. He pulled the panties and bottoms down towards her ankles. "You don't need to do that to do me!" came Meghan's muffled voice. "Ordinarily true, but in order to do what you want, I have to be sexually aroused. A hole in a sheet like the Catholics do isn't going to cut it." "OK," muttered Meghan. "But lovely small legs, with perfect smooth skin, coming together in a little hairless slit..." "Spare me the details," Meghan said from under her pajama tops. James inserted his stiff cock between Meghan's lips and pushed in just a little. "You're going to enjoy this?" He couldn't see her face but her voice conveyed distaste. "Yes, when a man has sex with a woman, he feels pleasure -- he has to feel pleasure to finish up. You may be just three, but I'm a pedophile and the sight of your small body gives me pleasure. So, if you don't mind, shut up while I do you." She was silent as he eased his cock into her tight little pussy, but when it was in, she said. "Oh, that feels so good -- the itch is a lot less! ... Well, have a good time!" Her voice still muffled by the pajama tops, but that crucial last bit sounded sincere. That meant a lot to James, and he began thrusting away in earnest. He could come any time, but... was making it quick part of the deal? He was enjoying it so much -- the sensations of her hot pussy, the sight of her little lips stretched into an O shape by his intrusion. "Oh, God, I'm going to come!" came the muffled voice. The shudders followed. James kept thrusting away, delighted his drive for pleasure pleasured his mate too. Her body language showed relaxation, but not for long. "It's going to happen again!" she said.... "You're going to drive me crazy!" Suddenly she flopped the pajama tops down, and James saw a little three-year-old face, a girl's face, glowing with pleasure. James made a few final thrusts and lunged deep, pulsing seed way up into the little one. Through his fog of ecstasy he looked at her, and within a second of his first spurt, she fell asleep. Nobody had said what the rules were. But he did things that weren't required. He did them because he wanted to James lowered his face and started kissing. He kissed her cheeks and her hair and her lips. He rubbed his hands up and down her inner thighs. But maybe that was enough. He went out to use the bathroom, and when he returned she had vanished. --------------------------------------------------------- James wondered at his new sex life, for this showed signs of being a regular thing. First the birthday party, then the two visits from the girls. Had his desires had anything to do with the appearance of Rachel and Meghan? Had he entertained fantasies? He didn't think so. But it was hard not to relive those three fantastic episodes. The first was a marathon. He might collapse from exhaustion if that happened very often. But the other two -- one girl at a time. Could he maybe use this as a starting point to being attracted to adult women? Rachel and Meghan had appeared with adult minds and feelings. He knew them in "real life" as grown women. The adult versions of the vagina surely gave the same pleasure to a thrusting male intruder. Why not ignore the other parts? A whole week went by before he heard a muffled cry from the bathroom. The door shut quickly. James put on a bathrobe and went out to wait in the living room. The door opened and a girl emerged. This was Liz, looking to be roughly 12 years old. She was at an awkward stage. Part little girl and part woman, and the parts didn't go together harmoniously. "Hi, Liz," he said from across the living room when the bathroom door opened. "Do I know you?" she said with some notable annoyance. "I thought you would. You're Liz, right? I'm your friend? You were at my birthday party?" "My name is Liz, but I have no idea what you're talking about." "What year is it?" "What are you doing, checking me for being crazy?" "No, but we're in a weird situation and I'm trying to figure out what's going on." She gave a year that was a few decades in the past. She said she was 11 years old. Holy shit! What was going on this time? She didn't believe him when he said she had jumped forward in time somehow. He showed her his iPhone, an amazing piece of science fiction for her, and brought up a newspaper online with the day's date. Eventually Liz got the picture. "So what can we do? Is this "Back to the Future" or something?" "I don't know for sure what to do. I've had a couple other girls mysteriously appear in my bathroom, and within a few hours they went back to where they came from. I'm hoping maybe this will only be temporary and you'll go back to your own time." He decided not to ask her anything about how her private parts were feeling. "I mean, I wouldn't try to figure out the future if I were you." "What can I do?" "I dunno... Take a nap? Listen to some music? I've got some from a few decades back. And as for how to get back to your own time... Well, I've got a hunch, but we'll see if anything happens." Eleven-year-old Liz shrugged. As the conversation had stopped, she turned on the TV and flopped down on the sofa to watch. James returned to his bed. But of course he couldn't sleep. If the signs were true, she would soon be begging for him to fuck her, and that was a terrifically exciting thought. Even if she was a bit old. It was under an hour later when she knocked on his door and entered. "Can you take me to a drug store? A few are open all night, right?" "Oh, what's the problem?" "None of your business..." "Let me tell you about the other two. They both got this itching sensation in their private parts that got worse and worse. Is that what you have?" "Yeah." "Do you know any particular drug that will fix it?" "No..." "As for the other two girls, what happened next is really embarrassing." He found himself feeling uneasy, imagining how this would sound to an 11-year-old. "Really embarrassing. They tried letting me have sex with them, I mean they let me have sex with them, and it made the itching stop -- and sent them home again." Liz laughed. "Oh, that's a great line for getting into a girl's panties!" "I know it sounds awful, but if the itching gets really bad, it might be worth a try. The worst that will happen is you'll lose your virginity." She stared at him. "Well, what else would you call it? Or, I don't know, maybe you've done that already?" "You're a creep!" "OK, OK. I would never, ever do this unless you want me to. If you're like the other two and you explore, you'll see that you're more open and bigger down there than you were before." Liz went back into the living room for fifteen minutes. Then he heard a plaintive "Arrrgggh!" and she appeared, hand scratching the crotch of her jeans. "OK, OK, fuck me," she said. "I'll do anything to make this stop!" "OK," said James. "You have a choice. You can make it as business-like and quick as possible. That would be me doing you from the rear, doggy style." "Gross!" "Or we could do it standard missionary style, with like a cloth over your face so you don't have to see anything." She thought a moment. "Even if you're a weirdo pig, I guess I want to see everything the first time I do it. My body is gross. I don't know how you're going to want to have sex with me." "I love girls on the young side." No need to say just how young. "You've got all the right parts, even if they're not all quite in adult shape yet. I can see the potential." Or rather, mourn the lost potential of the parts that are grown. She pulled down her jeans and panties and kicked them off. "But I won't take my shirt off." James could see under her shirt that her left breast was somewhat grown, while there was nothing to see on the right side. "OK, that's fine." He reached in tentatively to kiss her -- I mean, that was the least you would do before taking someone's virginity, right? But she turned aside so in front of his lips was a cheek. He kissed it gently. "I won't relax until we do it," she said. "So here I am, about to be fucked for the first time." She said it in a casual, flip manner, but he could sense real nervousness. She scratched her pussy frantically, then spread her legs wide apart. There were traces of downy hair. "I think you're beautiful, and incredibly sexy, and I'm really lucky to be able to be your first time, even if it's under these weird circumstances," he said. Liz looked away, and James mounted and got his cock into position. He then eased himself in. Liz had the hot, tight, wet tunnel that he had come to expect, and it felt amazing. "Oh.... Oh, wow!" said Liz. "Itch gone?" "It's a lot better," said Liz with a little smile. "But the rest of it... That feels so good! In, out, in... every stroke feels great." "It's fantastic for me too," said James. "Oh, dear, oh heck, oh..." Liz gasped and lay there breathing heavily. James slowed this thrusts. "Oh, that orgasm was way beyond anything I've had before." James kept pumping, Liz rose to climax once more. Whatever her higher self might be thinking, her lusty animal body was having a fantastic time, her pussy holding James's cock in a hot, slick embrace, and encouraging yet another thrust, and another. James didn't know what would happen if they went on an hour. Would Liz faint from pleasure? Or would it lock her into this distant future? There was no way of knowing. "I'm going to come, you sexy, sexy girl!" he said with a lustful grin and pounded his way to sharper, deeper, faster thrusts. Liz looked at him with special interest. Then he came. Out of sight, way in deep, jets of sperm shot out of his cock and into Liz's pussy. And, like clockwork, she fell asleep. --------------------------------------------------------- There was a noise in the bathroom, but the girl appeared in his doorway before James had time to get out of bed. It was Rachel, who looked to be about eight. "This again!" she groaned, then shifted to a high, childish voice. "My cunny has the itchies! You stick your big peepee in it, make it feel all better? Pweeze?" Then she switched back. "Hey, you like that! You like me acting like a little girl!" "Why wouldn't I? I'm attracted to little girls." "However hard I try, that still seems gross," she said, "but let's get on with it..." She shifted voices again. "I'll take my dress and panties off so I'm all nakey, and I'll lie back on the bed, see? Then you can crawl up on me and stick it in? You like that idea? ... Ooooo, your thingy is so big... Right here, between my legs in my cunny-wunny!" James groaned with pleasure as his organ slid in. The baby talk was so hot. "Better?" he asked. "Yes, much better," said Rachel in her ordinary voice. "Before you come and I disappear, and now that I'm no longer itching --" "And feeling awfully good, it seems." "Yes, and feeling awfully nice... Oooo, a little deeper and harder?" James smiled and adjusted his fucking as requested. "As long as things are kind of stable, let's talk. How do we keep this from happening? I mean, we don't know if it's going to work to go back. I'm sure our doctors wouldn't approve!" "I don't know. Two of my other birthday party guests have appeared since you were here." "Really? Who?" "That's not important right now, is it? The fact is, two of them came with the same itch and got satisfied and disappeared in exactly the same way." "And I guess they don't remember anything any more than I do, or they would have told me... Are you sure you don't wish for us to show up?" asked Rachel with a skeptical look. "No!" said James. "But it is kind of a dream come true for you, right?" "Well, not really, I don't want girls to be compelled to do anything sexual with me, the way you are with the itches." "Hmmmmm." "And there's something else. You were disgusted when you showed up the first time. Now you seem to be OK with it." "I kinda remember thinking it was gross, yeah. But when you make it feel so, so good, that kind of thing goes away. It's the adult me who's feeling good, and it's OK for women to feel good, and wow, does it feel good!" "I gotta come soon... or pull out..." "Don't pull out! OK, give me some squirts!" She looked content as she watched his face while deep inside he squirted, over and over again. Rachel fell asleep. There was so much he'd love to do... This time he scooted down on the bed and licked all around her pussy lips. Inside, he found her little clit and licked that too. O, small girls! So luscious! With a sigh he left the room for a minute, and when he returned she had disappeared in the usual fashion. --------------------------------------------------------- It was Anne, aged six. The third time she had appeared. "Oh... oh, no!" She instantly appeared in James's doorway, stripping. "Do me real quick, OK? I've gotta get back... Hurry!" Anne's 6-year-old tongue reached for James's penis, in case that was needed to finish making him hard. It wasn't. His eyes were on the smooth 6-year-old slit. With Anne on her back, he slid the lips apart and dove in, all the way to the hilt. He fucked vigorously. "Come in me," said Anne. "Right in the pussy! I love it so much! Today, I wanna be a cum dump!" She lifted her head to nibble James's ear. James came then, a most enjoyable orgasm. As soon as his cock stopped twitching, he slid off of the unconscious Anne and stumbled out of the room. When Anne came back the next time she explained. "I had started to go to bed with this new guy I'm really into, but he kinda hadn't bathed in a while, which he knew, so he went into the bathroom for a quick shower. That's the last thing I remember. It would have been awful if he came back and I was sleeping, especially if he couldn't wake me up." "How did it turn out?" "I woke up just as he slid into bed beside me. It was a close call, though. Back then, when I didn't know how this worked, I thought I had just drifted off and felt kind of ashamed. Now I understand." "How was the sex?" "That's none of your business!" she said, then after a pause, "It has potential. He has potential. We'll see how things go." --------------------------------------------------------- It was Meghan. She was two and had no memory of her adult self. She was not in a good mood to start with, and scratched at her pussy. "Oh, Meghan dear," he said. "What you need is... Well, I'll show you..." He managed to get the pull-ups off of her, and lay her back flat on the bed, but she writhed and screamed. She screamed harder when she saw his cock appear. It was not very hard. He thought maybe he could rape a girl if really needed to, maybe by threatening her into submission, but threats wouldn't work on one this young. She was struggling so hard. "It's OK, listen, sweety," he said. "I don't need to touch you." At some point she'd fall asleep, right? Or get so tired she wouldn't be able to fight? Meghan's sobs subsided to sniffles, but she kept digging between her legs and scratching. "I... I can make it feel better with my penis," he said. "If you let me put it inside you, it will feel better." He wasn't sure how much she understood, but he realized that even if she did, it was an outlandish story. His penis was in no condition to do the deed in any case. How long would it take her to calm down? ... to sleep if nothing else because she was exhausted? It could be hours... Just then he heard a voice from the bathroom. "Here we go again," it muttered, and then appeared. James was astonished. It was Meghan, at age six! "Who's this?" she asked. "We gotta line up now? Take a number?" "You don't recognize her? Look closer." "It's my sister... it's me! Holy shit!" "She, I mean you at age two, whatever... She is not at all happy. You can see she itches like crazy, but she goes crazy when I try to get ready to treat her." Big Meghan paused and sighed. "Oh, you wonderful little girl... you're so unhappy!" She addressed James. "This is me? Really?" "Can't see who else it could possibly be." "Oh, sweety," she said, "I'm so sorry for all the hard things in life... If I could make them go away I would... So I wouldn't have some of those bad memories..." Young Meghan was in no mood for talking about feelings. Her eye were puffy, her nose red. She dug into her crotch with her fingers and scratched, letting out a wail. "I guess it's up to me to help..." said the 6-year-old. "Here... come up on my lap... Don't squirm so much! You're a wonderful girl and I'm so sorry you have to go through this... but it will stop the itching, I promise!" The big girl draped the little girl's legs outside her own, forcing her legs apart. "So, now, look at me?" The little girl did. But when she felt someone else touching her where it itched, she wailed again. The big girl held her tight then, holding her body and head next to her. "I'm sorry, honey, but we've got to do this." James was kind of ashamed that he was able to get it up. But to see the little girl pussy spread wide apart, with the big girl pussy underneath, not accessible just yet... He would get to do that one in a minute, but first, this luscious little part on this lovely little girl was very inviting, however upset she was. He forced his cock in... It went easily enough, the way it did with all these girls. Pleasure built quickly. The big girl was kind of helping him rape the small one... That made him embarrassed. The little girl's distress softened a bit once she felt his cock slide in. James pushed in and out, getting his cock up all the way in, tight inside the little girl. Fortunately, she reacted the way the others did. She stopped crying. It looked like she'd had some sexual pleasure, whether she wanted it or not. And with her older self watching, no reason to delay.. He came, ecstasy accompanied by pulses inside the little sick girl, entirely for her benefit. And then she was asleep. "So what do we do now? How can I be two girls at once? Or the same girl two different ages, that is." "I don't know, but I'll need a bit of a break before I can treat your problem... Why don't we go out into the living room and see what happens." James walked to the other end of the living room and then back, counting to ten. When he looked in his bedroom, young Meghan was still there, sleeping -- but not soundly. The big girl came up beside him and saw. "I can't believe it's me," she said. "Every time before the girl has vanished once I'm done with her." "'Done with her' sounds kind of crude," said big Meghan. "Sorry, but you know what I meant." "Yeah, I know. So shall we get on with it so you'll be done with me?" "Um, sure..." "Let's both get naked," she said. "Sure," said James. "Should we do it in the living room, in case she wakes up?" Big Meghan shrugged. "I don't see why." There was room for her to lie beside the small version of herself, even with legs spread. As James mounted, she said, "Don't finish, OK? Just get it in nice and deep there until I stop itching, then stop..." James couldn't suppress a lusty grin as he eased in to the hilt and rowed back and forth a couple times. "Oh, that's better! ... Now you lick me?" she said. James happily pulled out and scooted down on the bed to eagerly wash his tongue over Meghan's lips. Meghan was propped up on her elbows, and said, "Now lick her?" "Really?" She looked sheepish, but said, "If you don't mind," with a guilty little smile. Big Meghan and little Meghan were side by side, and it was no difficult matter to nudge the little girl's legs apart and lick her girl lips too. The very same lips, four years earlier... "Now, I dunno, do me from the rear, on our sides?" She didn't wait for an answer. She turned over and took little Meghan in her arms so she spooned against the little copy of herself. She slid her hand between the little girl's legs and cupped her girl part. James in turn spooned against big Meghan, but with one very specific detail added. He spread her lips and slid his stiff organ into the 6-year-old pussy. He couldn't help gasping with pleasure as his organ slid in. "Oh, that's so fantastic!" He draped his arm over both girls, and he pressed the three of them together in a sandwich. It held big Meghan's pussy in place so he could fuck in without he thrusts pushing her away. "Mmmm... So shoot me full of sperm," she said dreamily. James did, overwhelmed by pleasure as his cock fired again and again into the 6-year-old. When he had finished, big Meghan was asleep, while her little self lay quietly in the same state. He slid out, letting himself grin. Yeah, he'd done what Meghan wanted, but it had been so terrifically satisfying! For his naughty addendum he shoved his left middle finger into big Meghan and his right middle finger into little Meghan, and thrust them both in and out several times. He crept out of the room to stretch and get a glass of water. When he returned, both copies of Meghan were gone. --------------------------------------------------------- This time it was just the 6-year-old version of Anne, dressed in pajamas. "OK,do me," she said with a mischievous expression, pulling her pajama bottoms and panties down just enough so he could get into her. "But don't finish," she said. After some strong deep strokes, she said "Aaaahhhh" as she felt relief from the itching, and motioned for him to pull out. "I'm going to see what it's like to be six. Relive it a little." James shrugged. Anne padded into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. "A little girl... I was like this once..." she murmured. She raced down to the end of the hallway by the kitchen, then raced back. She went into the bathroom and didn't close the door. He could see her pull her bottoms and panties down and perch her little behind on the toilet, and then heard a tiny trickle of pee. James's cock was still hard. It twitched. Back in the living room, Anne stripped, and ran her hands over herself... "No breasts! No underarm hair! No pubic hair! It's so nice to not have those things! Life was simple... and innocent... It might be nice to be six again for a while... but not 10 or 11!" She glanced over at James. "I see you're still ready to go..." "Six-year-old you is very sexy, no matter what she's doing." "I bet stripping doesn't hurt, either." She went into the bedroom, still naked, and lay back. She spread her lips and peered intently at her own vaginal opening, as best she could given the angle. She looked at James's cock approaching... "Never would have done this at six..." she said. She took the tip of his cock in her fingers and stroked it a bit, then placed it gently right at her opening. "Not too fast, OK?" James was just fine letting the moment last, as the warmth and wet of the little girl pussy surrounded him slowly. Anne then smiled and lay back, eyes closed. James took it as permission to start thrusting. He started slow. "Oh, that feels good!" murmured Anne. "I'm gonna come, if you stay at this a minute... or less...." Sliding in and out of pussy feels great at any speed, James reflected. "Ooooo!" said the girl, shuddering, then relaxing. "I'm so glad you liked that," said James, picking up his pace. "Sweet dreams... Until next time!" "Thanks," said Anne, from the relaxed space of afterglow. James came. Anne fell asleep. Anne disappeared. --------------------------------------------------------- It started the same as any other time. Liz appeared, age 4, with the mind of her adult self. But at the moment of orgasm, as James was spurting into her, Liz did not fall asleep. She also said it still itched. "What do we do now?" she asked. "I don't know. If you give me a minute or two, I could do it again." "And enjoy it a great deal, pervert..." James shrugged. "Life is what happens while you're making other plans. If you want to try eating ice cream, or taking a bath, or standing on your head, you're welcome to." Liz looked at him. "Maybe I will," she said. He followed her into the kitchen and served her a bowl of ice cream. "Sure, is tasty!" she said. "Life is what happens while you're making other plans," she said with an impish look. She tried standing on her head but wasn't so good at it. James helped her, then just held her upside down by her feet. She giggled. "So you get a nice look at my underpants this way too." He shrugged. She took a shower. Nothing had the desired effect. "OK, it's back to fucking," she sighed. "Maybe do it just exactly the way you'd like, maybe that would help. Can I help?" James with some embarrassment suggested baby talk. "Let's be naughty!" she said. "You stick your wiener right at my hole, and poke it in... That's so nice. It fits! It's big in there, but it feels nice. Can you get it deeper? Ooooo, that's naughty!" James gasped as his cock twitched and deposited a few more blobs of sperm into the 6-year-old. But she did not fall asleep. "Oh, what do we do now?" moaned Liz in her adult voice. James didn't pull out, and Liz didn't ask him to. His cock got soft, but in under a minute it started filling again, pushing Liz's pussy walls apart to make room. "Ready?" he asked. "Um, sure!" James revved up his motion slowly as his cock approached complete hardness. "Ga ga, goo goo! ... Pee-pee! ... Poke the Pee-pee! ... Poke cunny! ... Make pee-pee! .... Pee-pee in cunny!" She got her voice to sound like a 2-year-old too, pretty darn close. Most guys would have been irritated or offended. Some might laugh. Not James. He closed his eyes and thrust strongly, imagining he was in the pussy of a girl that little. It was exquisite. Adopting a sing-song voice, she said, "Pee-pee, pee-pee, pee-pee!" "Arrggghh!" said James, peeing special big-boy pee way up into the little cunny. When he opened his eyes, a six-year-old Liz looked at him impishly. That was nice, but of course what they really both hoped is that she would have fallen asleep. "What do we do?" whined Liz. "I dunno, but I'm awfully tired." "Can I sleep with you?" "Well, sure, why not." When both were in bed, naked, James slowly stroked Liz's face. She looked at him questioningly, then glanced down at his completely flaccid cock. "Hey, I like little girls all the time, not just for screwing," he said. Liz shrugged and relaxed. Like Rachel, she seemed to be overcoming disgust. James slowly caressed her all over, on her arms, her tummy, her chest. Liz didn't object as his fingers circled her flat nipples. He slid his hands down to her hips, and up the outside of each thigh. He then snuggled against her side, draping his leg over her. He woke with a start, as he wasn't used to sharing a bed with anyone. Liz was pushing him onto his back and climbing on top of him. He had a night-time erection, and she proceeded to impale her little six-year-old cunny on his big pole. "Oh, that's nice," he murmured. "Maybe I can do the work..." she said quietly as she moved up and down energetically. "Kind thought," he said. "Feels great. But you want me to come?" "Of course." "Might work if I hadn't done it in a while, but... that's not how it is..." James lifted her bottom off of him an inch or two and thrust into her fast and hard from underneath. Liz gasped, and had to reach out to keep herself from falling over. James grappled her butt to get a better angle and stabbed in and out, faster and harder. He saw her slack face tense up as her next orgasm approached, and that brought him off, making him pulse in ecstasy as his six-year-old girl gasped above him. She started to fall over, and he caught her and lay her down. But she had collapsed from pleasure, not because she had fallen asleep. In the early light, James came to and was aware of a small form beside him. It was a small girl. It was a small girl who was willing to be touched. A small girl who was not just willing to be touched, but who wanted it. Touched not just anywhere, but on her most alluring private parts. In fact, she wanted James's penis to slide into those parts. James's cock responded, and like an animal he slid over onto his mate and lined up their sex organs. "Mmmmm?" said Liz. "I was sleeping!" "You mind?" "No... no, of course not," she murmured, eyes closing again. James didn't think much. After he got it in, his cock flashed in and out of his mate. His imperative, handed down from distant reptilian ancestors, was to ejaculate. It didn't even take a minute in all. He tucked a bit of sperm deep in his mate and rolled off. "So, there," he sighed. "I tried..." Liz didn't answer. "Liz?" he said shaking her shoulder gently. She did not come to. As his cock softened, James was aware of a full bladder. He trudged to the bathroom, sat down to let himself empty out, and returned to bed. Liz was gone. James smiled, sighed, and flopped into bed again. A few more hours would round out a night of sleep. The one just past had had many interruptions. Happy interruptions, but interruptions nonetheless. --------------------------------------------------------- It was the middle of the night. The noise woke James from a sound sleep. "What's happening?" came a small voice. "Don't worry, I'll show you what to do." "Oh, wow!" came one small voice. "More?" There were more voices, and more exclamations. "Darn..." "How the hell..." James's eyebrows went higher and higher as girls entered his bedroom. Seven, seven of them? As he watched, an eighth toddled in. "This could take forever," said the second oldest girl, Anne at the age of ten, perhaps. "Not necessarily forever," said 11-year-old Liz, with a smile. Turning to James, she said, "Which one of your harem would you like to do first?" James groaned and turned face down and put the pillow over his head. Down below, his cock surged strongly to life. ============================================================ What did you think? 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