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The Foster Girls
by Hollander (address withheld)
***
Man blackmails his wife into getting involved with the
foster parent program, then takes "advantage" of the
program for his own desires. (MF/ggb, pre-teen,
extreme-ped, rp, intr, preg, lac)
***
Chapter 1
It all came together to meet my dreams, and I couldn't
have seen it coming. Hell, I was too busy with my law
practice to have suspected what I'd find out when I got
home early one day.
Marcie, my wife, and I married in our late thirties.
She came to the marriage with a 14-year-old daughter by
her first marriage. Now I always knew I had pedophilic
tendencies, because I could get a hard on walking
through a mall, watching the pre-teen and early teen
girls, feasting my eyes on their small breasts, tight
little butts, and fantasizing about what their little
twats would look and feel like. That was one of the
things that attracted me to Marcie: she was petite,
with a small chest, tight ass, and, early on, the
ability to fuck me blind.
Her daughter, on the other hand, was on the plump side,
had a fat ass, and had outrageously large tits for her
age. And everything only grew from there. Luckily, she
spent large amounts of time with her father, who lived
in the same city.
But for some reason, at the time unknown to me, Marcie
began to become less and less interested in love
making. I still wanted her body, but she began finding
excuses for being out of the house or for not wanting
to get it on. I was so busy with my law practice, I
guess I missed a great number of signals, but it all
came home on a Tuesday afternoon when a court case I
was representing was continued.
I had pulled an all-nighter getting ready for it, and I
was deflated, to say the least, and decided, fuck it,
I'm going to have a couple of pops at the bar next to
the court house, then I'm going home for a long
winter's nap.
I didn't put my car into the garage, and to this day, I
don't know why. I simply got out of the car, picked up
the local paper in the driveway, walked around to the
back door, found it unlocked, walked in, made myself
another scotch, undid my tie and headed for the
bedroom. My wife had her own decorating business, and I
guess I just assumed she was at work.
Well, she was at work, all right. I saw a great deal of
light coming from under our closed bedroom door as I
walked along the carpeted hallway. I guess I was pretty
quiet, since, when I opened the door to the bedroom, it
was obvious that no one had expected me, nor had anyone
heard me approach. What I beheld was, to say the least,
amazing.
My wife was on our bed, totally nude, with our next
door neighbor Jenny, also nude. They were in the
process of licking each other's cunts, massaging each
other's tits, and letting out small moans of pleasure.
Jenny is a tall, lanky blonde, quite attractive, and
also small-chested, but as she lay over my wife, you
could barely see Marcie. But I knew it was Marcie.
Meanwhile, Jenny's husband, Larry, a dentist who worked
out of his house, was standing next to the bed, also
naked, doing two things: managing the video camera,
which was why all the lights, and running his dick with
the other hand.
You should have seen the pusses on these people when
me, still in my suit, walks in and says, "What the fuck
is going on here?" Jenny and Larry, like little
children, began scurrying for their clothes, retreating
to our dressing room, squealing. With the video camera
still running --- which would later be huge for me ---
Marcie pulled herself up, her pussy wet from being
licked by Jenny, and asked, stupidly, "What are you
doing home?"
I couldn't resist. "More to the point, my dear, what
are you doing in my home?"
Turned out Marcie and Jenny had become an item, then
were discovered by Larry, who liked to watch more than
he liked to fuck. Well, a great deal of shit hit a
great number of fans over the next few hours, including
me kicking him in the nuts at one point. I kicked
Marcie out of the bedroom that night, threatening to
reveal her behavior to her ex-husband, whom she needed
still because of the settlement agreement in her
divorce. Plus, in our neighborhood, where her rather
lucrative business was, she'd not benefit from the news
that she'd been licking the neighbor's cunt while her
husband jacked off watching.
I guess it's just part of my nature, but instead of
buying a gun or kicking somebody's ass, I retired to my
bedroom, listening to Marcie sob in the guest room, and
the idea just suddenly came to me. I got up and made a
few notes in the wee hours of the morning, then
determined to give it two or three days to let the
situation fester to the point where things could fall
my way.
Next morning, I waited to leave the house until I saw
Larry leaving his garage. I merely stood looking
daggers at him, knowing he couldn't face me. Then I
went to work, while clarifying my plan. I called Marcie
late in the day, coldly told her not to wait dinner,
then returned home around 10:00 that night. She was
sitting on the couch, wrapped in an afghan, and started
to get up when I walked in, but I quickly cut her off.
"Don't bother," I barked. "I'm going to bed, in my
bedroom, where you're not allowed, and certainly not
with your lover." Marcie dissolved in tears, I made a
scotch, then retired to my bedroom, lying on the bed,
smiling and finishing my plans.
Day after that, which went pretty much like the day
before, I made my proposal.
Chapter 2
My proposal to Marcie was simple. Either she did what I
wanted, or I would "out" her, Jenny and Larry. I then
laid out what I wanted, and Marcie, after thinking
about for only about a half hour, agreed to it. And she
was actually happy again. She got to renew her
"relationship" with Jenny, and I got what I'd always
wanted with her help.
She also knew that I had Larry's video camera in a safe
place, with more than just the video he was making on
the day I surprised them. Marcie also was required to
let Jenny and Larry know about the evidence, and that
they were to go along with whatever went on at our
house without hesitation. Everybody agreed, and the
plan went forward.
And it went forward easily enough, because me, being an
"officer of the court" as an attorney, my wife being a
woman who could do business out of the house, and the
both of us being willing to volunteer our home, a home
in a very nice neighborhood with a very fine school
system, the local officials were very pleased to have
us as participants in the foster parents program.
We did it per my scripting. I acted as though I was
being dragged into it, I was too busy to be much help,
but that I made a good living and would be interested
in the child's education needs. My wife was effusive
about how she missed a child in her life, wanted to
help abused and neglected children, and made it clear
that she wanted to help young girls, since she'd
already raised a daughter.
The bureaucrats bought it, and in very little time we
became the proud "parents" of Jody Dyson. Jody was a
tall 12 year old girl, the product of an unwed couple.
The father was issued with a court order to stay away
from the mother and child after the mother and a friend
caught him making the then 8 year old daughter suck his
cock. Then, when the mother, who was pressing for more
from the father, took a mandated drug test, the
daughter was put under court protection, since the
mother was a heroin addict.
Jody was, as I said, a tall girl with a haunted look on
her face. She'd been bounced around from foster home to
foster home ever since. She had long, dirty blonde hair
and gray eyes. She arrived with a small duffel with her
worldly belongings, about four changes of clothing and
a few toiletries. Marcie took over, took her shopping,
let her buy things for her bedroom, just down the hall
from ours, and soon won over her trust. (Marcie had
been prohibited from touching the girl until I said so,
thus she was limited to making her happy with my credit
cards.)
Soon after she moved in, I took charge of getting her
in school, then took over the trips to the mall with
her. She warmed to me quickly, since I was always
buying her things, taking her to movies, buying her
dinners, asking her about her life. I drew her out
slowly, while plying her with worldly goods she'd never
known. The combination worked well, and soon I knew I
had her trust, and that I had her addicted to the
lifestyle I could give her that she'd never get
anywhere else. In other words, I had her feeling
grateful as hell and developing a crush on me.
Jody was five foot four, maybe even five, skinny, but
with meat on her bones where it counted, especially in
her tight little ass. Marcie confirmed that she had
just begun to wear a training bra, and that she had
recently started her period. She felt life had dealt
her a shitty hand up 'til now, but she couldn't say
enough about how Marcie and I were treating her.
She walked around the house in t-shirts and shorts, and
I delighted in looking at her ass and her small tits.
She had a rather pretty face, though that haunted look
came and went. I bided my time, but I set the opening
of the swimming pool as the time I'd start to move in
on my "little girl." Because the deal I had with Marcie
was that she could continue to suck pussy with Jenny if
I was allowed to fuck pussy with Jody.
Chapter 3
I had taken Jody shopping for swimwear, and she had
chosen a couple of hot-colored Speedo one-piece suits.
At my urging, however, she also bought a small two-
piece suit, strapless, with a bottom that was basically
two patches of cloth, one in front, one in back, held
together by two pieces of string.
That Saturday was quite warm, and I announced that I
was officially opening the pool. That was baloney,
since the thing was heated, and I could open it any
time I wanted to, but Jody didn't know that. Marcie
already knew her orders for the day were to make
herself scarce, so she had arranged business
appointments, and left for the day. I told Jody to get
her bathing suit on and meet me poolside.
I had bought a Speedo of my own, a small, tight thing
that would just barely contain my cock if I got a hard-
on, and do nothing to conceal that I had one. And I
knew I was going to be getting one. Jody arrived at the
pool a few minutes after I did. I was raking a few
leaves out when she got there. She was wearing the hot
pink one-piece suit, which barely covered the cheeks of
her little ass, and I could see the small bumps of her
developing breasts pushing out in front.
I pretended mock disappointment, bordering on a pout,
and she was quick to react. She was programmed to want
to please, to avoid situations of tension; in short, to
avoid anything that would cause some adult to beat the
shit out of her. And her antenna for any such tension
was highly tuned. She immediately got a worried look on
her face and asked me if there was something wrong,
assuming she was the cause. I said, "I was hoping you'd
wear the two-piece suit, the one I like."
Jody was gone in a flash, and returned about five
minutes later wearing the burgundy two-piece number.
Now I could see almost all of her tight little butt,
and the material in front was actually outlining the
little pussy I intended to fuck. She still had a
worried look on her face, but I wiped it off easily.
"Now that looks great," I complimented. "You are one
sexy chick in that suit."
"Do you like it?" she asked hopefully.
I moved over to her, put my hands on her shoulders, and
said, "I love it." Then I bent down and kissed her
gently on the lips. Not long, no tongue, but definitely
on the lips. And I felt her, ever so slightly, kiss
back, and there was no sign of avoidance. The kiss was
quite brief, but when I pulled back, I said, "Jody, you
are one terrific looking girl."
She beamed, the haunted look gone. "Thanks, Jack," she
said, smiling broadly. "Wanta swim now?"
"Absolutely," I replied, and we hopped into the nicely
warmed up water. We splashed about, and I made no
effort not to touch her young body, placing my hands on
her tiny breasts and putting a hand under her crotch.
We were giggling and playing, but I also kissed her a
couple more times. The bulge in my suit was highly
visible, and her small hand brushed it a couple of
times, making my loins ache.
We finally got out of the pool, dried off, and lay on
loungers. She closed her eyes, seeming to bask in the
sun. I, however, got up, got a chilled bottle of wine
from the poolside fridge, opened it and poured two
glasses. I stood over her and said, "Jody." Her eyes
opened, and I proffered the glass to her. "I think
you're old enough to have this." She took it
wordlessly, but with a grateful smile. I returned to my
lounger, and we sipped wine in silence for a moment,
then we started some small chit-chat about her school.
Finally, I asked, "Are you enjoying the wine?"
"Yes," was all she said.
"You know, Jody," I began, "I've gotten to know a lot
about you in the past few weeks, and I think you're
quite grown up for your age. Some of it, obviously, is
because of your hard life so far, but I think you've
learned a lot of positive things from your
experiences." Then I rose up and turned to her. "Jody,
are you happy here? Are you happy now?"
"Yes, Jack," she said immediately. "You and Marcie have
been nicer to me than anyone. I really love both of
you."
I set my glass down, opened my arms, and said, "Come
over here, sweetheart." She came over, expecting a hug,
but I maneuvered her to straddle me on the lounger, her
long, coltish legs on either side of the chair, then
sat her down, her crotch resting on my hard-on, which I
knew she could feel against her young snatch. "I really
love you too," I said, my hands on her shoulders. Then
I bent her over and put my lips on hers. I also mashed
my hard cock against her little pussy.
As we kissed, I slightly parted my lips and pushed my
tongue lightly against her lips. And to my delight, she
opened her lips and let me push my tongue in. As I
began to kiss her deeply, I gyrated my hips, ever so
slightly, against her groin, and she actually mashed
back. I could feel the divide between her legs settle
across my cock. I put my hand behind her head and held
her against our kiss. She licked my tongue as I probed
her mouth, and I could hear her breathing become more
intense.
Finally, I broke the kiss and leaned back. She rose up,
but kept the pressure of her groin against mine. I
picked up my wine glass and held it up to her. She took
the hint, and we clinked glasses. "I have really come
to love you, Jody," I whispered.
"And I love you, Jack," she said. I could tell I was
going to get what I wanted from this 12 year old. She
was totally immersed in the life-style she'd never
dreamed of, and she was also a girl who had been forced
to suck cock at the age of 8. In her head, I could
tell, she would be happy to perform sexual favors for
love and a nice life where she didn't get beat up. And
there was no telling whatever else she been forced to
do sexually, though I would get it out of her.
I reached up and gently touched her tiny breasts.
"Jody, you know I think you're the sexiest girl I know,
and you know I love you," I said, "but there's
something you don't know." Since I was now massaging
her little tits, I figured I wasn't the first person to
ever do so, but I let her respond.
"What is it, Jack?" she asked, continuing to let me
feel her small boobs, while also continuing to mash her
cunt against my erection.
"I have to tell you something about Marcie," I said,
and I raised up, pulling my body from underneath hers,
reseating her at the end of the lounger. She got her
concerned look again, not knowing where this was going.
It was just as I planned.
Chapter 4
"What about Marcie?" young Jody asked.
I put as tortured a look on my face as I could, before
blurting out, "She's a damned lesbian!" I looked up
into the 12 year old's eyes to gauge the effect, and
found surprise. I went with it. "Marcie doesn't want to
have, well, you know, relations with me. She loves the
woman next door." Jody drew back a bit, taking all this
in, and I quickly jumped in. I took one of her hands
and said in a low voice, "Please don't tell anybody.
Please, please, please don't tell anybody."
She shot a thin arm out, put a hand behind my head,
pulled me to her and kissed me strongly on the cheek.
When she pulled back, she had tears in her eyes. "Oh,
Jack," she whispered, "I'll never tell anyone." Then we
clutched for a moment, giving me a chance to lightly
massage her shapely little ass. When we broke, we
kissed deeply for a moment, then looked into each
other's eyes. "What you must be going through," was all
she said.
"You see," I said, trying to tear up a little myself.
Then I drank the rest of my wine, poured some more and
refilled her glass, which she drank deeply from. "You
see, I caught them in bed, and they were…they were,"
and I stopped and drank more wine. She did too. "Let's
go into the house," I said, "and I'll try to tell you
about it." We rose, I took her hand in one and the
bottle in the other, and we went into the sun room at
the back of the house.
We sat down on the lounge sofa in there, the warm sun
on us, and I helped her into a robe. As I did, I tilted
her head up and kissed her gently on the lips. Then I
sat down and said, "Thanks for being here, Jody."
She didn't say anything for a second or two, then said,
"Tell me about it."
I made up a story of finding Marcie and Jenny in bed
together and that Marcie would no longer have relations
with me. I said my love had died for Marcie, then I
turned to Jody and said, "But my love has grown for
you. I love you, Jody, and not just as my foster child,
but as the woman I want to be with."
And the kid bought it. She flung her arms around my
neck, tears welling from her eyes, sobbing so she could
barely get out the words, "And I love you too, Jack!"
She wept into my shoulder and said, "I've always wanted
somebody like you. Somebody who wants me. You've known
rejection, and so have I. But I need a woman who wants
me, and I'd like to think you need a man who needs
you."
"Yes, Jack," she whispered. "I want you."
I pulled her to me, rubbing her back, then pulled away.
I kissed her deeply, feeling her small breasts as I
did, then pulled back, looking into her eyes.
"Darling," I said, now somber, "I want to be with you,
but we can't let Marcie know, and she could be home any
minute. So we have to wait until she's asleep tonight.
Then I'll come to your room, and I will share my love
with you." Meaning, of course, that I was going to fuck
the shit out of the dopey 12 year old.
But she bought it. We parted company, me going to take
a shower and do some work, her to do her homework. We
winked and grinned at each other until Marcie got home,
then had dinner, watched some TV, then all went to bed.
Marcie knew the plan, and she "went to sleep"
immediately. I waited the proper time, then quietly
went down the hall to the guest bedroom, entered and
beheld little Jody in her shortie nightgown. It was
time.
Chapter 5
The guest room conveniently had a double bed, so there
was plenty of room. Jody was lying on top of the
comforter, I suppose to show that she was ready. I
arrived in only my briefs, and I quickly scooted under
the comforter, urging my little girl to do the same.
She came to my arms eagerly, and we cuddled for a
moment. "Marcie's asleep," I lied, "and she took a
sleeping pill, so we have some time together."
"What if she wakes up?" Jody asked, suddenly thinking
of the danger of the situation.
"Believe me," I said, "when she takes one of those
pills, she's out. And I can almost tell when she's been
with Jenny, because she takes one of those pills."
Jody was looking into my eyes for a moment, then said,
"She probably feels guilty for not being the woman you
need." Boy, I couldn't have scripted that line better.
"Jody," I said, then stopped to kiss her deeply, while
fondling one of her small breasts with one hand and
caressing her ass with the other. Then I broke off the
kiss and continued, "I believe you're the woman I
need." Then I kissed her again. But this time, I
slipped my hand up under the nightgown and touched one
of her tiny titties for the first time. They were only
small cones, pushing out about an inch and a half,
maybe two inches, and her nipples were taut with
excitement.
The little nip was sticking straight out, and was hard
as a nail. I gently kneaded the tiny breast, as I
tongued her mouth. My other hand explored her tight
young ass, which was still clad in cotton panties. My
hand slipped under the fabric, and I caressed her
little ass cheek, slipping my finger into the crack of
her butt, and beginning to finger her little asshole.
She responded with a snuggle toward me, and then,
suddenly, I felt a tiny hand rub gently against my
hard-on. I pulled back from the kiss, though still
fondling the 12 year old and said, "But we have to be
quiet." She nodded assent, then I said, "Let's take our
clothes off." I helped her remove the nighty top, then
watched as she removed her panties.
Her little slit had a few blonde hairs sprouting on her
mound, but the lips of her pussy were bare, and I
couldn't wait to taste them. I removed my shorts
eagerly, revealing my hard cock. Now my cock isn't big,
like in most of the stories. It's actually only 6
inches or so at most, but it was as hard as it had ever
been that night. And if you like to fuck young girls,
having a smaller prick can be a good thing.
Jody immediately reached out to touch my member, while
I immediately took one of her small breasts in my mouth
and slipped a hand between her legs. Her reaction,
spreading her legs, however, gave me pause. I kept my
hand into her crotch, but I raised my head, kissed her,
then said, "I know you've been abused before. But I
promise I would never hurt you."
She began to silently weep, burying her head into my
shoulder. I held her slight body tightly against me,
though now my forefinger was buried into her
surprisingly slippery cunt hole. I wiggled it a little
every few seconds, feeling that she obviously had had
her cherry popped before. But I waited a minute until
she stopped sobbing before asking my next question.
Her tiny tits were pulsating against my chest when I
said, "I know your father abused you, but did other
people do it too?" She just nodded her head affirmative
into my shoulder. I waited a minute more. My finger in
her pussy was seeming to calm her, and I finally asked,
"Will you tell me about it?" She thought I was being
solicitous, but I wanted stories that would get me
harder. And she gave them to me.
Chapter 6
Her tears didn't stop leaking, but she started to talk.
"My dad started doing things to me when I was like 6,"
she began. "He'd make me touch him, you know, his
thing. Then he'd make me take down my panties and make
me rub it on my wee-wee. Then he'd do his cream on me.
Then he'd make me wipe myself off before mommy got
home. Then he'd tell me he'd beat me if I told mommy.
Then, when I got older, and he didn't have no job, and
just set around the house all time gettin' drunk, he
started to make me put his thing in my mouth.
"I didn't like it, and when he'd make his cream, it
tasted awful. And then one day, he was doin' it to me,
and mommy came home with one of her friends, and she
called the police, and they put my dad in jail for a
while. But then they gave mommy a drug test, and they
found out she was using heroin, and they took me away
from her. I was only 9 years old, Jack!" she coughed
out, then buried her head in my bosom again.
It was a few minutes before she was able to go on, but
meantime, I still had my forefinger buried in the 12
year old's cunt, feeling her moisture grow. "Then you
went to a foster home?" I asked, taking my wet finger
out to rub it up and down her wet slit.
"No," she said, though she was starting to react to my
ministrations. "They put me in a state home, and a
bunch of the older girls there made me lick their
cunts." The statement startled me, and she grabbed hold
of me like she was sinking in the ocean. "Oh, Jack,"
she said, "it was horrible, and I couldn't help it.
They beat me up and held me down, and they made me do
it." I tried to soothe her, but she went into another
paroxysm of sobbing.
I waited her out, then said, "Jody, it's all right. You
didn't want to do it, but you did what you had to do to
survive."
She looked up at me, tears still leaking from her eyes,
"Yeah, but then they gave me to a nigger family." She
detailed how she had been finally moved from the state
facility, where she had been sexually abused by both
inmates and guards, including having had the stick of a
toilet plunger pushed into her vagina, into the home of
the Johnson family. The state law at the time allowed
white children to be placed in black homes. And on the
first night with the Johnsons, the father and son Leon
both raped Jody. She called the police once she got out
of the house, and both were arrested and imprisoned.
"So then they sent me to a nice place, sort of like a
hospital," she said, and I gathered it was a mental
facility of sorts, "and I was fine for a while, but
then they put me back in another home, the Olsens. Mrs.
Olsen was nice enough to me, but Mr. Olsen was a big
old fat man, and I could tell he was lookin' at me from
the minute I got there. And after I started getting my
titties, he'd every now and again, brush his hand down
my front, like it was an accident, but I could tell he
was feelin' my titties.
"Then he started, like when I was cleaning up the
kitchen, which they told me was my job around the
house, when I'd be bent over cleaning something, he'd
come by and feel my butt. Then he'd laugh and say it
was just a little joke. I made sure that whenever Mrs.
Olsen went out, like to the store, I'd beg to go along.
I didn't want to be alone in the house with that fat
old bastard."
"Was that where you were before you came here?" I
asked.
"Well, sort of," she stammered. "One day, I came home
from school, and there didn't seem to be nobody home. I
hollered out, but nobody answered. So I went up to my
room, up in the attic, and he was waitin' for me. He
was only in his drawers, and I could see he his thing
was hard. And he says, 'The wife's gone to her
sister's, so we got some time to play. And you're gonna
play, and you ain't gonna tell nobody.'
"I cut and run, and I ran over to the neighbor's house
and told Mrs. Gray, and she went runnin' over to the
Olsen's, and I heard a bunch of hollerin', then she
comes runnin' out, yellin' at me to call the police.
Her blouse was ripped, and one of her titties was
hanging out of her bra, so I dialed 911, and the police
was there in a few minutes. Mrs. Gray, she was only
about 25, she come in the house and locked the door
till the police got there. I told her she ought to
cover herself, but she said no, she wanted the police
to see what he'd done to her.
"Well, the police went over and arrested Mr. Olsen.
Turned out he was real drunk at the time, and they took
him away to jail. But when Mrs. Olsen got home, and
Mrs. Gray told her 'bout what happened, Mrs. Olsen got
mad at me, calling me a little whore and saying I'd
been tempting Mr. Olsen. And she calls social services,
and they put me back in the orphanage. And that's where
I was when you and Marcie come and got me."
She then nuzzled her head against my chest, not crying,
but breathing hard. What was I thinking? She wasn't a
virgin, and I was going to get a good 12 year old fuck.
Chapter 7
I reached over and turned on the bedside lamp, casting
a low light in the room. Then I pushed the comforter
off into the floor. Jody immediately put her arms over
her thin chest. "Oooh," she exclaimed, "it's cold."
I bent over her, covering her with my body. "Don't
worry, honey," I said, then kissed her deeply while
running my hands over her young body. Then I raised up
and said, "I'm going to keep you warm. I need you,
Jody."
The 12 year old smiled back at me and said, "I need you
too, Jack. I love you."
"I love you too," I replied. "But now I want to make
love to you."
"Okay," was all she said, and she actually spread her
legs. I knew she wasn't a virgin, but when I'd had my
finger in her little cunt I could tell she was the
tightest piece of twat I was ever going to sink my cock
into.
"I want the light on so I can see your beautiful body,"
I said.
"Do you think I'm sexy?" she asked, looking me in the
eyes.
"I think you're the sexiest woman I've ever been with,"
I said, knowing she'd like being called a woman.
"But my boobies are so small..." she said, her voice
trailing off.
"But you have to understand, my darling," I said, "I
like small boobies." Then I pushed my hand into her
crotch. "And what do you call this?" I asked.
She reacted, pushing her little cunt against my hand,
looking for pleasure. "Well, when I was little, I used
to call it my wee-wee, but the Johnsons called it my
pussy."
"Well, sweetheart," I said, "we'll go back to calling
it your wee-wee, okay?" She nodded, and I kissed her
again, while fondling one of her tiny breasts. Then I
said, "The first thing I want to do is kiss your wee-
wee, okay?" She nodded again. I took one of her small
tits in my mouth, sucked it briefly, then moved down to
position myself between her thin legs.
She spread them even further, giving me full access to
her nearly nude cunt. She drew her knees up to allow me
to give her pleasure. (I didn't know it until later
that Marcie had crept to the door and was watching us,
while rubbing her cunt. She said she came four times
during our session before I turned out the light.)
Jody had taken a shower, and her pussy smelled so sweet
as I moved my mouth into her bare slit. I kissed her
gently, and I felt her shudder with desire and
anticipation. I put my hands on her labia and spread
her little twat open so that my tongue could go inside,
which I immediately did. I wanted her to enjoy this,
but I didn't want to take too much time. She was
already moist, and I slid my tongue into her cunt hole
easily. Jody moaned and moved her hips forward to push
my tongue further into her.
"I never had nobody do this to me before," she
whispered, and I began to tongue her furiously. She
bucked her hips up and down, grabbing my hair and
mashing my face into her wet slit.
I finally removed my tongue, despite her attempts to
hold me there, and moved up to her erect but small
clit. I took it into my mouth and began to alternately
lick it, suck it and nibble it with my teeth. She
absolutely forgot my admonition to be quiet, and began
to moan and gasp loudly. I then inserted a finger into
her wet cunt, finger fucking her for a moment, before
removing it to rub her own lubricant over her anus.
She came the first time when I touched her asshole. Her
knees tried to clap together, but I used my other hand
to push her back. I kept sucking her clit as I inserted
another finger into her cunt hole, finger fucking her,
while I gently inserted the other finger into the
opening of her asshole.
Her second orgasm hit right on top of the first, and I
kept it up while she went through what had to be at
least number four. She was bucking and darned near
snatching me bald during what was only about two
minutes, before I finally pulled out of her cunt, moved
up, and began kissing her so she could taste her own
juice. She held me tightly against her, licking my
tongue furiously while I massaged one of her small
breasts. When I broke the kiss, she said, "Oh, god,
Jack, I never felt like that before."
"Well, honey," I said, "I'll make you feel like that
all the time." I kissed her again, then said, "But now
it's time for you to make me feel good."
"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked.
"Yes," I said, "and I want you to turn over, get on
your knees, and let me put it in you from behind."
She looked at me for a moment, then said, "I don't know
how to do that."
"How did the other guys rape you?" I asked.
"Well, I only been fucked by some of those people at
the state home and Mr. Johnson and Leon, and they got
on top of me," she replied. "And it hurt."
"Well, honey, I'm going to do it from behind you, and I
promise it won't hurt you," I said. "Now get up on your
hands and knees so I can rape you." I used the word
"rape" on purpose, because, of course, technically, I
was raping a 12 year old. But I also liked the thought
of raping the girl.
And without further ado, the thin, pretty little girl
got up on her knees and offered her slimy, almost bare
cunt to me for that raping. I, however, had one more
thing I wanted before shoving my dick into her tight
little cunt. I moved up to her head and said, "First, I
want you to lick my cock and balls."
She would have done anything at that point, and she
began to lick her warm tongue up and down my member.
Then she flicked it over my balls. "Now put the end in
your mouth and suck it for a second," I instructed, and
Jody complied, having had experience at that in the
past.
After a few moments, however, I pulled my dick from her
warm mouth and moved silently to a position behind her.
I rubbed my cock up and down her wet slit, then
positioned the head at the entrance to her hole. "I'm
going to rape you now," I said, "and I want you to ask
me to rape you."
"Will you rape me, Jack?" she complied.
"Yes, Jody," I said, "and I'm going to do my pee-pee in
you."
She turned her head around sharply. "But Jack," she
whispered, "I could get pregnant."
"I know," I replied, "that's what I want."
She simply turned her head back around and said softly,
"Okay." With that, I guided the head of my stiff cock
into her wet pussy and shoved it slowly in. She moved
back to accommodate me, and it slid in without problem.
But it was the tightest snatch I'd ever been in, and I
felt myself, even as small as I was, bottom out against
her cervix at the end of my first stroke. I then began
to slowly move slightly in and out of her, and Jody
began to pick up the rhythm, moving her hips to my
motion. Soon, I was stroking long and hard into her. I
also used one hand to reach under her and finger her
clit, while using the other to fondle one of her tiny
titties.
In no time, it seemed, she was starting to cum again,
and I joined her, shooting my biggest load ever into
her young, fertile pussy. I grabbed her thighs and held
her tightly, impaled on my pole, for nearly a minute
after I shot my load, hoping to let my seed soak into
her womb. I didn't know if she was fertile, but I had
no reason to doubt it. And I truly did want to get her
pregnant.
I already had visions of fucking her while feeling her
large, round belly. (As it turned out, I had no worries
about fertility in Jody's case. I was probably knocking
her up that first night, since she missed her very next
period and passed the blue-stick test with flying
colors only a few weeks after I started fucking her
tight little 12 year old twat.)
Finally, I pulled out and laid her down on her back.
Then I said, "After I fuck you, I want you to clean me
up with your tongue, and be sure to suck the end of it
first." The pretty little 12 year old instantly obeyed,
getting up to a sitting position, and gently taking my
now-soft cock in her hand, guiding it then into her
warm mouth. She sucked the last of my cum out of my
member, then began running her tongue over my shaft and
down to my balls.
She was really very good at it, and very gentle, and in
no time, I had a boner to match the first one. "Now I
want to rape you again, Jody," I said softly, and
without a word, she started to get up on her knees
again. "No, sweetheart," I said, pushing her back down
on the bed. "This time I want to lie on top of you, and
while I rape you, I want you to put one of your fingers
into my asshole and wiggle it around. Okay?"
"Okay, Jack," she said obediently, and I kissed her.
Then I instructed her to lick her finger, getting it
wet, and then to insert it gently after I was inside
her. Then I lay on top of my sweet little girl, kissed
her again, while fondling a small breast, then guided
my raging hard-on back into that hot, tight, wet little
twat. I wasted no time in getting into rhythm, and
after the second stroke, I felt a wet finger searching
for my rectum. She found it momentarily, and gently
began to probe.
Finally, her slender finger slipped in about one
knuckle, and she began to wiggle it around as
instructed. The stimulation to my ass and my prostate
gland was glorious, and within a few more than a dozen
strokes after she began, I shot a surprisingly large
second load into her wet cunt.
I collapsed, though keeping my full weight off her
slender, young body. "Oh, Jody," I sighed. "You're the
best lover I've ever had."
As she removed her finger from my ass, she giggled and
said, "And to think, I'm only 12. Wait until I get to
be 13."
I pulled out, rolled off of her, pulled her to me,
kissed her deeply, then said what I truly meant. "The
way you just loved me, I wish you could stay 12
forever."
Chapter 8
When I returned to my bedroom, Marcie was just falling
asleep, but she woke up to tell me that she had peeked
and how hot it had made her. Then the brazen lesbian
asked me if I wanted to fuck her. I was nice, I was
gentle, but I let her know that from now on, she had to
get her loving from the neighbors, that my love was
saved for Jody.
Oddly, she was okay with that, but then she an odd
request. She asked if I could fix it so she could watch
when I was fucking the 12 year old. I said I'd think
about it, which I did, and came up with not only the
answer to her question, but also the answer to another
desire of mine. I also told Marcie I intended to fuck
Jody again before she went to school each day, and that
she should make herself scarce as much as possible.
Next morning, when I arrived in the kitchen fairly
early, Jody was already there, showered, her damp hair
down her back, dressed only in a long t-shirt and
panties, eating a bowl of cereal. I went directly to
her and kissed her deeply. Then I smiled and said,
"Good morning, darling."
She smiled right back and said, "Good morning, daddy."
She giggled, and pulled me down for another kiss. Then
she whispered, "Last night was the best night of my
life. I love you so much."
I kissed her again, while letting my hand roam up under
the t-shirt to grab a quick feel of one of those
marvelous little tits. When the kiss was done, I said,
"And I love you too, sweetheart. And I love you like a
wife."
"Well," she said, a sly smile on her face, "you sure
loved me like a wife last night." I went to making
coffee, when she said, an odd note in her voice, "Are
we going to love like that again?"
I turned around as the coffee maker began. "Oh, I don't
know," I said slyly, "what's your schedule this
afternoon?" Jody burst out laughing and ran to me. I
hugged her, kissed her, ran my hand into the panties
and fondled one smooth ass cheek.
Then she pulled away, almost like I'd slapped her. "But
what about Marcie?" she gasped, actually looking around
guiltily.
"Oh, don't worry about her," I assured her. "When she
takes a pill, she sleeps late. Then she's got
appointments this afternoon." She actually was sleeping
late, at my suggestion, and her appointments were with
Jenny and Larry, so I could have the house to myself.
Eventually, I knew, Marcie was inadvertently going to
walk in on Jody and me at some time when I just
couldn't keep my hands off my little love toy, but we'd
already arranged her reaction at that point. She was to
smile knowingly and say, "I've thought for a long time
that you two had a thing going," then simply leave the
room. At that point, Jody and I would be free to sleep
together out in the open. But until then, I wanted Jody
to think we were taking of forbidden fruit.
"Okay," the pretty 12 year old said, then raised up to
kiss me again. Again I fondled her ass, probing her
crack with a finger until the kiss broke. Then she
smiled coquettishly at me and flounced back to the
table and went back to her cereal.
I noticed she had the newspaper open beside her. "Were
you reading the paper?" I asked, while waiting for my
coffee.
"Yeah," she said, not even looking at me. "It's so
great that you get it delivered to your door every
morning." She looked up and wrinkled her nose, "In a
lot of the places I've been, they couldn't even read
the newspaper, much less get it delivered." Then she
happily returned to munching her cereal and perusing
the paper, where she was already onto page three.
My coffee was ready, so I grabbed a cup and sat down
with her. "You're something, little girl," I said,
truly marveling at her. "I know you do well in school,
but tell me how you've managed your education."
She sat back, tilted her head back, and seemed almost
to go into another world. "Well, when you're in places
like I been, you have to sort of take care of yourself.
So I read everything I could get my hands on, and sorta
taught myself. I love newspapers and magazines, and I
sorta think I might want to learn how to be a writer."
Then she looked back at me. "Does that sound crazy?"
I had to laugh. "Not at all, my precious," I said. "You
keep doing well in school, and you can be anything you
want." However, in the back of my head, I had my
doubts, since I was trying to make her a mother within
the year.
"Well, I got a lot of catching up to do," she said, and
calmly returned to her cereal and newspaper.
After observing her for a minute, I asked, "Anything
interesting in the paper?"
Without looking up, Jody said, "Oh, same old stuff.
Some politician got caught fucking his secretary and
another one got caught stealing money."
That got another laugh out of me, and I reached over
and grabbed her hand. "Come here, you," I commanded and
drew her out of her chair and over onto my lap. I
kissed her deeply, and she kissed back as deeply. I ran
my hand into her panties, and she spread her legs to
accommodate a finger being inserted into her crack. It
became moist immediately, and I pushed my finger into
her and ran it around the inside of her love hole. I
broke off the kiss, but I left the finger where it was.
Looking into her pretty gray eyes, I said, "There's a
lot I've yet to know about you."
Jody giggled and said, "Yeah, but there's a lot you
already know that nobody else does." Then she got an
odd, almost passionate look on her face. "Do you really
think Marcie's going to be asleep for awhile."
"Yes," I said. "Why?"
She didn't answer the question. She just slid out of my
lap, onto her knees, opened my robe and took my semi-
hard cock in her hand. She then lowered her head onto
my meat, taking most of it in her warm mouth and began
to suck on it, while rubbing the base of the shaft with
her small hand. I instantly rose to my full six inches,
most of which she could still get in her mouth, and she
began to move her head up and down, while sucking and
licking the end of my erection.
My head went back, and I moaned, "Oh, Jody, you don't
have to do this." But the pretty little 12 year old
just kept on sucking and rubbing. In just a few
moments, I felt my orgasm coming, and I moaned again,
"Oh, Jody, I'm going to cum. Better take your mouth
off."
The 12 year old only increased her rubbing and sucking,
and sure enough, I began to fill her mouth with my
sperm. And darned if she didn't swallow every ounce. I
mean not one dribble came out of that girl's mouth. And
I gave her four good spurts. But she took it all until
she felt my pole start to soften. Then she finally took
her mouth off and just licked me until I was all
cleaned up, not that there was much to clean. Then she
stood up, gently took my head in her hands, and kissed
me, shoving her tongue deep into my mouth, letting me
taste the last of my own cum.
When she pulled back from the kiss, she had a big smile
on her face. "I knew yours would taste good," she said,
and giggled. "Good morning, daddy," she said, and I
broke out laughing. I started tickling her, and she ran
into the den shrieking for me to stop. I wasn't worried
about the noise, because Marcie was under strict orders
that if she heard horseplay, she was to stay upstairs
until I let her know it was safe to come down.
I caught the girl just in front of the couch and threw
her down. She was wiggling like a worm, expecting
tickling. Instead, I lay on top of her, pinning her
down, then leaned down and kissed her, doing a lot of
tongue. She lay still, then started passionate motions,
like running her hand through my hair on the back of my
head.
She could tell what was coming, and she didn't resist
when I sat her up and removed the t-shirt she was
wearing. Her tiny breasts were at attention, and I
wasn't surprised when she reached down and removed her
panties on her own. I kissed her again, rubbing her
tiny breasts, and she actually put her own hand down to
her nearly bare pussy and began to rub it.
I didn't let that situation go on for long. I soon had
her slender legs spread, my tongue on her clit, fingers
in her two holes, getting her off big time. She bucked
and moaned, gripped my head between her legs in a
headlock I didn't think I'd survive, and alternately
massaged and mashed the back of my head as she had
orgasm after orgasm.
This went on for at least ten minutes, maybe more,
before she finally relaxed after I took my tongue off
her clit. I knew now, that as long as I tongued this
little girl's tiny clit, she'd get off. When she
finally relaxed her grip on my head, I rose up and
kissed her so she could taste her own juice. Then I
pulled back, smiled and said, "Good morning, darling."
She giggled again, in that little-girl way she had,
noticed that my robe was open, noticed that Mr. Happy
was as happy as could be, and said in a whisper, "Don't
waste that." Well, that was all I needed. She spread
her legs wide, showing me her hot, wet cunt, and I
lowered myself over her and guided my rigid pole into
that tight little orifice. She immediately put one arm
around me, but in seconds, I felt a wet, slender finger
searching for and finding my asshole.
Now in the recent past, I'd never been known as a quick
recoverer, but this hot little slut, with her tight
little pussy, her tiny breasts, her hot breath in my
ear whispering, "Rape me, daddy. Pee-pee in me. Get me
pregnant," and her finger wiggling in my asshole got me
to shoot a second load within fifteen or twenty
minutes. I collapsed, exhausted on her slender body,
making her gasp until I could remove my weight. I
kissed her, then pulled out and slid to the floor next
to the couch. "Did I do it right?" she said, and I
could tell she was sincere.
I kissed her again, gently this time. "Yes, my
darling," I whispered. "You did it just right." I
kissed her again, then said, "You did like a good wife
should."
She bolted upright, grabbed my head, kissed me like a
linebacker, then looked at me smiling. "I'll be your
wife, Jack."
I knew I had her, and even though I was truly falling
in love with the girl, I was going to go through with
my plan anyway.
But the pretty little blonde simply said, "Gee, now I
have to go take another shower."
"I'll do it with you," I said, and led the naked girl
upstairs.
Chapter 9
That afternoon, we frolicked by the pool until Marcie
left. Then we went upstairs, and I fucked Jody three
more times. We cleaned up and were grilling chicken on
the grill when Marcie returned. I thought it was a bit
amiss that her hair was still damp from her shower over
at Larry's, but Jody didn't seem to notice.
However, while I was taking dishes to the kitchen from
out on the deck, I noticed Marcie laughing and
playfully touching Jody, which, according to our deal,
was strictly forbidden until I said she could. But when
I returned, Marcie went back to being a good girl,
pretending not to notice when Jody or I would make the
occasional suggestive squeeze on a particularly sexual
part of each other's bodies.
Finally, Marcie did her, "I'm tired and going to bed,"
thing, which she probably was, since I noticed some
pretty intense light coming from the master bedroom
over at Larry's house. Jody and I kissed and fondled
each other for a few minutes, then I suggested, since I
was worn out, that maybe we just get some sleep
tonight.
The little girl was worn out too, so she was all for
it. She ran upstairs, and I finished cleaning up. I
did, however, on my way to my bedroom, go into Jody's
room. She was sleeping only in panties, and I reached
down, turned her head and kissed her, while running my
hand gently into those panties. She kissed me back. I
pulled my hand out of her drawers and fondled one of
those beautiful little titties. "Good night, darling,"
I said.
"I love you, Jack," she murmured. I noted that "daddy"
was gone, and "Jack" was back. The little minx was
thinking of me as her "husband." She rolled over and
went back to sleep, and I trudged down the hall and
collapsed. Marcie was snoring so loudly, however, that
I eventually went back down the hall to Jody's room,
crawled into bed without waking her, and went dead to
sleep, holding her, one of those fine tits in my hand.
I woke up at daylight, and Jody was draped around me,
sleeping peacefully. I disengaged myself, went back to
my room, shaved, took a shower, put on everything but
my coat and tie and went downstairs to the kitchen.
Sure enough, Jody was there, her hair still slightly
damp, dressed in her plaid school uniform skirt and
white blouse, but still barefoot and without her school
sweater. (I had purposely enrolled her in a church
school because I wanted to see her in uniforms.) She
was again eating cereal and reading the newspaper. She
looked up, smiled, and said, "Well, they got another
politician. This one's linked to the mob."
I laughed out loud, then noticed that she'd already
made coffee. I grabbed a mug and sat down with her. She
looked up at me. "You slept with me last night," was
all she said.
"Yup," I said. "Marcie'd taken a pill again, and she
was snoring like a lumber mill." Jody laughed.
"Besides, I'd rather sleep with you."
She got a serious look on her face. "But what if Marcie
woke up?"
"She doesn't wake up when she's that far gone," I
assured her. "And besides, I really liked just sleeping
next to you."
"Yeah," she said, "I woke up, and you were cuddling me,
holding one of my boobies, and it felt so good." Then
she smiled and winked. "Do you think we could slip one
of those pills into Marcie's wine every night?"
I laughed and said, "We'll manage it as often as we
can." Then I leaned forward to her and said in a low
voice, "We don't have much time, so finish your
breakfast, so we can do it before I drop you at
school."
She looked at me, then said, "You mean you're going to
rape me now?"
"Yes," I said, having planned this. "I want to rape you
before you go to school so that, all day, you'll feel
my pee-pee in your panties and know I love you." And
the little girl bought it. She smiled, got up, took her
cereal bowl to the sink, turned and headed upstairs. I
followed her.
At the head of the stairs, she turned and said, "Just a
minute, though. I have to pee."
"I'll watch," I said, and she got the message. We
walked into her bathroom, and she immediately dropped
her panties, hiked up her skirt, and sat on the toilet.
The hissing noise of women peeing began immediately, as
well as her unzipping my fly, fishing out my hard-on
and putting it into her mouth. It was a spur of the
moment thing, but it was a real turn-on, and I made a
spur-of-the-moment decision.
"From now on, darling," I said in a low voice,
"whenever you need to pee, let me watch." She nodded
while sucking me to a rigid hard-on. She started to
wipe when she finished, but I told her not to and not
to pull her panties up all the way. I moved her into
the bedroom, and had her bend over the bed. I also
strategically did it in front of the full length mirror
so we could both watch.
Then I bent down pulled her panties a little lower,
spread her cheeks and pushed my tongue into her slit,
tasting her pee as well as her growing moisture as she
anticipated my cock. She was wet enough in just a few
moments, so I rose up, undid my pants and pulled them
and my shorts down far enough to get them out of the
way of the juices of love. Then I slipped my hard-on
into her hot little cunt. She sighed and began to move
her slender hips to my strokes.
Like me, she turned her head to watch her rape in the
mirror. Her skirt was thrown over her back, and I
reached up, pulled her blouse out of the waistband and
thrust my hands up under her shirt. I pushed her
training bra up and began to squeeze her tiny breasts.
The scene in the mirror was so erotic – the young
school girl in her uniform, her panties pulled down, a
man's cock shoved in her slender young ass, his hands
up her shirt fondling her titties – was all too much,
and I blew my load after a dozen strokes. It was a
particularly large load for me, and cum started leaking
almost immediately.
I pulled out and quickly pulled her panties up to catch
the liquids. "Now, enjoy your wet panties," I said, and
she automatically turned around, knelt in front of me
and cleaned me with her mouth.
"Thanks, daddy," she said, as she stood up and began to
rearrange her clothes. She pulled up her blouse,
revealing her small breasts, and I pulled her tiny bra
back over them. Then she tucked the blouse in, pulled
me down and kissed me. "I'll think of you all day."
Jody went downstairs, and I went into my bedroom to put
on my tie and retrieve my suit coat. Marcie was sitting
up in bed applying lotion to her face and arms. "Have a
good little fuck, darling?" she asked sarcastically.
I faced her. "You bet I did," I said "she's really very
good. And tonight, I want you to spend the night next
door, or wherever, because I want to sleep with her all
night. So the story is that you're staying at your
sister's tonight. And don't forget about the videotape
I have."
"All right, all right," she said. "Don't get
belligerent. I know our deal. Besides, I can see how
you could be so attracted to her."
"Don't get any ideas yet," I said. "You'll have your
chance when I'm done." I picked up my coat, and as I
was leaving, I said, "Oh, and by the way, I'm going to
answer your request. You'll be able to watch in a few
days."
Chapter 10
That night, with Marcie gone, Jody and I slept in my
bed. She had probably a dozen orgasms, and I shot three
loads into her before taking her in my arms to sleep.
I'm a real estate lawyer and a partner in my firm, so I
can pretty much name my hours and my location. I took
the next few days off from the office, saying I would
work from home. So, the next morning, after I raped
Jody and dropped her at school, I went to a building
supply store and an electronics store to get the
supplies I needed.
First I put a door through from my closet into the
closet of the guest room. Then I installed three video
cameras in Jody's room and ran the controls into my
closet. By the end of the second day, I had the ability
from my closet to secretly watch whatever was happening
in Jody's room, without anyone who didn't know they
were being videoed being able to detect it. I could
also go and come from Jody's room without going into
the hall. It pays to be handy.
I also went to Jody's room each night and fucked her
silly, trying different positions. She also started to
suck me off for my second orgasm, and she swallowed
every bit. She also walked out every morning with cum-
filled panties. I also began to shove a finger up her
asshole when eating her pussy, in preparation for the
time when I would fuck her up the ass. It really seemed
to turn her on, as she would hit her first orgasm the
minute my digit went up her shit hole.
Marcie became a regular viewer, once the video was up
and running, and she told me she rubbed herself nearly
sore every night while watching me rape our foster
daughter repeatedly each night. Marcie and Jody still
had a good relationship, but I could tell Jody was
becoming more and more possessive of me and my time. We
spent a lot of time by the pool, groping each other in
the water and drinking wine while lounging poolside.
Jody continued to believe that our love-making was a
secret, which was fine with me for the present.
However, the day came when she met me in the kitchen in
the morning and said, "Jack, I haven't gotten my
period."
"How late are you?" I asked.
She hesitated, then said, "I didn't say anything right
off, but I'm over a week late now, and I'm always right
on time."
"Well, I'll stop off at the drug store on the way to
work and pick up a pregnancy test. Then we can find out
for sure," I said, grabbing a cup of coffee which she
now made for me.
She ran to me and hugged me, then turned her face up
for a kiss. I was happy for the kiss and another chance
to grope her young body. As usual, she was already in
her school uniform, since she knew it turned me on.
"Are you sure you want me to have a baby?" she asked,
her pretty gray eyes on mine.
I kissed her again, my hands all over her slender ass.
Then I kissed her on the nose and said, "Jody, if I'm
going to have children, I want them with you."
She grabbed my hand, and we raced upstairs for our
morning fuck, which Marcie was now taping while rubbing
her pussy.
Sure enough, that night, when I went to Jody's room for
our nighttime fuck, she peed in the cup, and the stick
turned blue, confirming that my little 12 year old was
indeed with child.
Now, you have to know that we got random visits from
social service workers, checking up on Jody's well-
being and progress in school. But as one of them said,
"I wish all my visits were like the ones I make here."
However, I knew that they were not going to take kindly
to me knocking up a 12 year old girl, no matter how
well I treated her or how much she wanted to be
pregnant. So now I moved on to the next phase of my
plan, and to one of the reasons I had installed the
video system, which I now revealed to Jody, though
leaving off the part that Marcie was watching us.
"Jody," I said, after a celebratory fuck after we
learned she was pregnant, "we have to be very careful
now. I'd get in big trouble if anybody found out you're
carrying my baby. I'd go to jail for raping you, and
they don't treat guys very well in jail when they find
out they raped a girl."
She got a very serious look on her face, brushed my
cheek with her sweet young lips and whispered, "What
are we going to do, Jack? I mean in a few months
everybody's gonna know I'm pregnant." She even started
to shed a few tears.
I pulled her to me, stroked her blonde hair and said,
"Don't worry, sweetheart, I have a plan to cover our
tracks."
She looked up at me, as I fondled her breasts and
rubbed her now pregnant tummy. "What is it?" she asked.
"Well, you have to help me and cooperate, in order to
keep me out of jail," I said, leading her on to the
conclusion I wanted.
And she bought right into it, embracing me tightly.
"Oh, Jack," she said softly, "I'll do anything to keep
you safe and to have our baby. You know I want to marry
you when you get rid of Marcie." That was an idea I had
planted, that I would eventually ditch Marcie and marry
her.
After a few more moments of the embrace, I broke it and
looked into her eyes. "Okay," I began, "but this is the
only way to save us."
Jody now believed in the "us," and she said, "What is
it?"
So I began. "Well, starting tomorrow, you have to start
getting to know some of the boys, either at school or
around the mall or wherever, and you have to start
letting it be known to a couple of boys that you're
willing to pull down your panties for them."
"You mean you want me to fuck other guys?" she asked
incredulously.
"It's the only way," I said, grabbing her by both
slender shoulders. "Otherwise I go to jail and you go
back to one of those places."
Jody's look of sudden horror was just what I wanted.
She collapsed on my chest sobbing. "Oh, Jack," she
sobbed, "I don't want us to get in trouble." She heaved
a few more times, then said, "But I love you, Jack. I
don't want to fuck other guys."
I put my hand under her chin and pulled her face up.
"Jody," I said sternly, "it's the only way. You have to
do this. If you love me, you will." That was
theatrical, but the kid bought it.
"But why, Jack?" she said softly. "I want to be your
wife. I only want you inside of me."
"Because we have to have evidence that you've fucked a
number of guys, all of whom could be the father, to
throw suspicion off of me, that I might have raped you.
It's the only way. You have to fuck a bunch of guys,
then be able to say to social services that you have no
idea who the father is," I explained.
She sniffled, then said, "Well, okay, Jack. You know
what's best, since you're a lawyer. But how do I do it?
What do I do?"
"What you do is start tomorrow letting some guy he can
come over here after school, and you'll pull your
panties down for him. You can't be shy about it, but
you can't let anybody know you're doing it. Make him
think it's a secret. Then let him fuck you as many
times as he wants to, but you don't have to suck him.
Just say you don't like to do that," I said.
"But how do I do it?" she pleaded.
"You can bring them here. Tell them your mother and
father aren't home, and they can come and fuck you if
they're nice to you and don't tell anybody. Tell them
you like them, that you'll pull your panties down for
them, and teenage boys will follow you anywhere," I
said.
"But what will you think," she said, her eyes leaking
tears. "Will you want to fuck me anymore after I've
fucked someone else."
I pulled her to me. "Jody," I said, "I'll want to fuck
you even more, because I'll be in the next room
watching on the video system I've installed." I then
explained to her about using her cell phone to call me
and let me know she had made a date to fuck. Then I
told her that as soon as the boy had cum a couple of
times, she was to hustle him out of the house. Then she
should come back upstairs, and I'd fuck her again. But
I also explained that it must be several boys, at least
five.
"When should I start?" she asked, sleepily.
"Tomorrow would be good," I said, and pulled her to me
to fall asleep.
Chapter 11
The next day, I got a call on my cell phone around
lunch time. It was Jody. "I've got a boy coming over
after school," she said.
My prick immediately got hard. "How old is he?" I
asked.
"He's 15," she said hesitantly. "His name's Derek. He's
real good looking. He's captain of the swim team."
"What did you say?" I asked.
"I told him my parents weren't home, and that I'd pull
down my panties for him if he wanted to come over after
school. He kissed me and said he'd walk me home."
"Okay," I said, "I'll go home now, and I'll be in my
bedroom if you need me. Then I'll see you afterwards."
"Okay," she said in a small voice.
"I love you, Jody," I said, reassuringly.
"I love you too, Jack," she said, a bit of hesitancy in
her voice.
"But, sweetheart," I said, "make sure he cums in you at
least once, but make sure he leaves by 4:00, 'cause we
don't want Marcie to walk in on you." She assented and
hung up. I immediately called Marcie and told her that
she was not to come home before 6:00. She knew the
drill.
By 2:30, I was stationed in my closet, all the video
and audio equipment running, and shortly after 3:00, I
heard the two enter. They came immediately up to Jody's
room, as I had instructed her, and they immediately
embraced, Derek's hands running over Jody's slim body.
She pulled away and said, "Like I told you, these are
my foster parents, and they're not home right now, so
we have to get right to it."
"Fine by me," the horny 15 year old said, and began
stripping. Jody also began to take off her uniform,
stripping quickly to her panties and training bra.
Derek moved to her, wearing only bikini underwear, took
her in his embrace and kissed my little darling,
massaging one of her tiny breasts as he did. Then Jody
broke the embrace, pulled her training bra over her
head, shucked off her panties and lay back on the bed,
her legs spread shamelessly, her nearly hairless cunt
splayed open for her new "boyfriend."
"You have to lick me first," she said in a low voice,
"so I feel good and it's wet enough for you to go in."
Whether Derek had ever done that before or not, he
moved quickly to the task. He shucked off his shorts
and moved quickly to put his tongue in Jody's cunt.
Obviously, he didn't have the skill or patience to
bring her off, but soon she gave him the sign by
pulling him up that it was time for action. For the big
jock captain of the swim team, he had a surprisingly
small prick, even erect, and he fumbled to get it
inside Jody. Finally, she reached down and guided him
into her waiting twat, and with about a half dozen
strokes, he came with shudders and moans. When he quit
shooting his load in my "daughter," he lay on top of
her for a moment, then rolled off, his dick already
soft.
"That was awesome," he moaned, his eyes still closed.
Then he rolled over and began kissing Jody. Then, for
some reason, he said, "Why'd you want to fuck me?"
Jody was smooth. "Because you're one of the hottest
guys in school, and I knew you could do it." The look
on his face told it all. He was hooked. Then Jody said,
"And I bet if I lick you down there, you'll be able to
do it again." That would have been all it took. He
started getting hard before she ever put her mouth on
him, but in no time, he was back on top of her, pumping
for all he was worth. This time, it took nearly ten
minutes, but again, he came in her with a shudder.
It was only then that it hit the boy that he had just
dropped two loads of fertile seed in a girl without
precaution. As he lay next to her, he suddenly asked,
"You're like protected and that, right?" He paused then
said, "Like you can't get pregnant, right?"
"Naw," Jody said. "It's not even that time of the
month." The horny teenager bought it, and I got it all
on video. You could tell he might have wanted to go
again, but Jody insisted, as per plan, that he put his
clothes on and go, lest her parents get home. Like a
young teenage boy, he vowed his love for her, then
asked if they could do it again tomorrow. She said it
might be a few days, but she'd slip him a note at
school when they could do it again.
When she finally had him out the door, she came running
back upstairs, into my arms and into my bed, where we
fucked like bunnies for an hour, my sperm pouring in on
top of Derek's, all of it into Jody's pregnant womb.
Then we worked out the plan for the next two days of
Jody's "dates." That night, I put my first load in her
mouth for the first time. What the heck, I thought,
she's already pregnant. May as well teach her to
swallow cum.
Chapter 12
Next morning, I dropped Jody off at school, her panties
wet with my cum as always. She promised to call me with
confirmation of our plans as soon as she could arrange
them. I was starting to get worried, but at around
2:00, she called me and said she'd arranged for today
and tomorrow.
I was in my place at shortly after 3:00 when Jody
walked into her bedroom with the 14 year old son of the
family three doors down. He was not an unpleasant
looking kid, despite a bit of acne, but he'd always
impressed me as a dweeb, not outgoing at all. Thus I
knew that if an attractive girl told him she wanted to
pull down her panties for him, he'd jump on it.
He was obviously nervous, so Jody took the lead. "Okay,
Jason," she said, turning toward him, "my parents
aren't home, we're alone, so I'll undress and show you
me, then you can undress and show you me. Then you can
put your thing inside me, if you want to." With that,
she took off her blouse, her shoes and socks, then her
skirt. She stood before the nervous, but horny boy in
just her training bra and pink silk panties, which I
had bought her. "Now, you strip down to your panties,"
she said, unaware that boys call it underwear.
Jason pulled off his uniform shirt, shucked off his
shoes and socks, unbelted his pants and stepped out of
them, leaving him in his Fruit of the Looms. Then Jody
slipped her training bra over her head, revealing her
tiny breasts. And then it happened, and I couldn't
believe what I was seeing. Jason's shorts suddenly
revealed a wet spot in front, indicating that he had
just shot off in his pants, just at the sight of Jody's
little breasts.
The look of embarrassment on his face was pathetic, and
I thought he was going to flee the room. But Jody was
good. She went over to him, kissed him on the lips,
stuck her tongue into his mouth and placed one of his
hands on one of her tits. Then she slipped her hand
into his shorts and began to massage his cock back to
an erection. It didn't take long, especially when she
dropped to her knees, pulled his FTLs down and took his
small wiener into her mouth. He was hard in no time,
and she stood up and said, "Don't use it until it's
inside of me."
Jody laid on the bed and helped Jason guide his small
hard-on into her pussy. He humped a few times before
blowing a second load into Jody's little cunt. Then she
told him to dress and go, but that he could come back
day after tomorrow and fuck her again if he wanted to.
He gratefully assented, and she pushed him out the
door. Then I dumped two more loads into her pregnant 12
year old pussy.
The next day, as planned, Jody brought Derek and two of
his friends, Chad and Mike, over, and the three boys
each took turns fucking my little 12 year old on the
first go-round. Then she taught them the technique of
having one of them fuck her from behind, on all fours,
while she sucked the dick of another one. She finally
coaxed two loads from each, in either her mouth or her
cunt, then sent them packing, only to have another of
my loads dumped in her pregnant cunt.
Jody daily came home with one or several boys, getting
her canal well lubricated with young spunk. Then one
day, she was invited to Derek's house, where the boys
were getting ready to use her, when Derek's drunken dad
lumbered into the party, threw the boys out, and
proceeded to rape the shit out of Jody. She arrived
home scared and shaken, and we agreed that Derek was
now officially off the list.
But then a new girl came onto my list.
Chapter 13
Seems things were going so well with social services
that they called Marcie and asked if we could possibly
put up another foster child on a temporary basis. Good
old Marcie came through, though for quite self-absorbed
reasons. She inquired all about the child, then came to
talk to me. Seems there was an 11 year old girl they
wanted to farm out to us. She was black, and her name
was Terriqua, or Terri. The first location hadn't
worked out – she'd been raped by the brother of the
foster father – and they were so happy with the way
we'd treated Jody, that they wanted us to take in
another homeless child.
Marcie had it all worked out when she came to me. She
said she and I should go interview the child, and if I
liked her, we could bring her home. She also said if we
did, she wanted to start having a go at Jody,
especially as she started to fill out with her
pregnancy. She said she was having all manner of
fantasies about sex with a pregnant 12 year old girl.
She assured me I could still have my way with Jody, but
that she wanted in on the fun too.
Jody was continuing to fuck Jason, and Derek's two
friends, Chad and Mike, were allowed over, but only to
her bedroom. I felt I was now safe with social services
and the law, and the idea of new, young pussy intrigued
me, so I agreed to go down to social services and see
what the girl looked like.
Terri was, to say the least, a knock out. She was 11
years old, but she already had plump little breasts
that required a training bra. She was over five and a
half feet tall, lanky, but with a nice round butt. As
it turned out, her natural father was white, and her
mother's father had also been white, so she was a very
light coffee color. Her hair was dark, but not black.
It hung straight to her slender shoulders.
The father, of course, had fucked her mother until she
got pregnant, then disappeared like a fart in a
whirlwind. The mother continued a string of men,
supplementing it with welfare. Terri's face was
beautiful, save for a slight scar on her left cheek
from being hit by one of mama's boyfriends. Her nose
was actually rather upturned, and she had a beautiful
smile. My dick got hard the minute I saw her.
Social services explained that she had been having
trouble in school, not because she wasn't intelligent,
but because she was distracted by her situation and the
rather brutal rape she'd endured. The lady from the
service, whispering, said it was her second rape, the
other occurring from one of her mother's boyfriends,
which had caused her and her sister's removal from the
mother's custody. (Seems she had a 10 year old sister
named Libby who had been placed successfully with
another family.)
We finally were left to talk to Terri, who had been
told by the service what nice people we were. She was
eager as hell to please us, and by the end of the day,
all had been agreed. Terri was to arrive in our care in
two days. She hugged both of us before we left, and I
noticed Marcie give a slight caress to one of her
breasts, while I made sure to get a quick feel of one
of her ass cheeks. Neither she or the service woman
seemed to notice.
When we got back home, I took Jody into her bedroom,
stripped her and fucked her silly. Then I told her
about Terri coming to live with us. I described it as
something we had to do to keep me safe. I said if we
had declined to take in Terri, it would have looked
bad. It was a lame excuse, but the pregnant girl bought
it. She did ask, however, "Are you going to fuck her
too?"
"I'm not sure," I said, lying to her. "But if she needs
somebody to make love to her, don't you think you could
share?"
She bit her lip, but then she said, "I guess so, as
long as I know you love me and my baby."
"Our baby," I said, cuddling her reassuringly. "And you
know how I feel about you." I paused a minute, rubbing
her pussy and breasts. "And, I think you can quit
fucking anybody but me from now on."
She got tears in her eyes, kissed me deeply, then got
on top of me, inserted my member into her tight little
twat, and fucked me one more time. And afterwards, I
was able to engage her in the scheme that would get me
into Terri's little twat the same way I'd gotten into
hers.
Chapter 14
Terri arrived carrying the same sad amount of personal
belongings. I introduced her to Jody, who kissed her
like a sister and told her how great it was to live in
this house. Then I took one look at her tiny bag of
belongings, hugged her and said to Jody, "I think we
need to take this girl to the mall."
Off we went, and the girls were getting along great.
Terri was obviously intelligent, though not as outgoing
as Jody, but I figured that would change with time. We
hit the stores, me insisting that Jody help Terri pick
out all she wanted. My favorite was watching her pick
out tiny bras and panties. And I loved watching her
being fitted for her school uniform, since I insisted
that she was going to be enrolled in the same school as
her "sister."
Finally, Jody insisted that I pick out Terri's bathing
suits. I chose a hot pink one-piece that was probably a
size too small and a skimpy yellow two-piece that would
set off her beautiful coffee skin. Then we headed back
to go sit pool side. I had already set up the final
bedroom in our house, including all the electronic and
video attachments, and Jody took her upstairs.
I ran and got a bottle of wine into the ice bucket,
told Marcie to make herself scarce, though she really
wanted to stay, then ran up and changed into my bikini
Speedo. I slipped on some baggy shorts over my trunks
to hide my raging hard-on, slipped on a t-shirt, then
ran down to join the girls, who had already arrived at
the pool.
Per plan, Jody had encouraged Terri to wear the two-
piece, and if possible, my dick got harder. Her plump
little breasts were a contrast to Jody's. They weren't
much bigger, also requiring only a training bra to hold
them in, but they were rounder and fatter.
Jody's were more like cones, even though they'd started
to grow a bit with her pregnancy. They stood out like
two jewels on her thin torso. Her hair glistened in the
sunshine, and the tiny bottom of the suit actually
allowed a goodly portion of her ass cheeks to hang out.
But she was seemingly unaware of the sexual spectacle
she was. We all immediately jumped into the water and
began to frolic. Terri, however, admitted that she'd
never learned how to swim. Jody and I told her that
we'd teach her in a short time, and giving her the
first training allowed me to hold her nubile body. I
teaching her how to float and how to stretch out on her
stomach, I was quite bold in touching her boobs and her
ass. I even got my hand into her crotch a couple of
times. She never seemed to notice, or at least never
flinched, turned away, or met my eye. She also looked
at the hard bump in the front of my tiny trunks a
couple of times, but never seemed to give it notice
positive or negative.
After a bit of "training," I told her the biggest thing
about swimming was that you had to be able to put your
head under the water. So I cajoled her into lowering
our heads under the water, but I told her she must keep
her eyes open. She balked for a bit, but finally, under
urging from me and Jody, we all made to sit down on the
pool bottom. She knew how to hold her breath, and we
went under. She seemed to be smiling, and Jody went
over and pressed her lips to Terri's for a moment. I
did the same, and we all burst out of the water
laughing.
We horse-played for a little while longer, me getting a
chance to touch both Jody's and Terri's privates, when
I suggested we get out and sun ourselves for a while.
They agreed, running for the sun-tan oil. I insisted on
applying it to them and they to me.
I did Jody first, also dressed in her two-piece suit,
rubbing oil up between her legs, all over her back and
everything but on her tits on the front. Then I
repeated the process on Terri, getting up between her
thighs and actually brushing her crotch. I also managed
to brush one of her breasts when I was doing her
stomach and shoulders. Then, when she rolled over,
since her ass cheeks were swelling out of her suit, I
managed to massage them as well.
When it came to my turn, Jody, as plan, wanted to do my
back. She publicly rubbed my ass while applying the
oil. Then I turned over, and Terri tentatively rubbed
oil on my chest. She seemed to avoid getting much
lower, so I told her I needed some on my face as well.
She put some on her hands, bent over, and began to
massage it into my cheeks. She was close, and I just
raised up and kissed her briefly on the lips.
"Welcome to your new home, darling," I said, and lay
back down. She didn't pull away. In fact she thanked
me, then moved down and began to apply the oil to my
legs. She began at my feet, but she moved up rapidly,
finishing, after I had obligingly spread my thighs, by
actually touching the bottom of my brief trunks. I was
starting to get the feeling that this wasn't going to
be as tough as I thought it was.
Jody took the lounger two down from mine, so Terri was
next to me. I opened the wine and asked her if she'd
like some. She looked at me and smiled that pretty
smile she had. "I'd love some wine, and even some pot,
if you have some," she said in a low voice.
Jody jumped up and high-fived her. "You go, girl!" she
exclaimed. I wasn't shocked, but I wasn't unhappy
either.
"Look, girls," I admonished, "just because I let you
have a little wine doesn't mean I'm going to let you do
drugs."
Terri just looked at me. "Well, okay," she said. "I
just figured that somebody with this house, this pool
and all would probably smoke a joint, but I guess I'm
wrong, and I'm sorry. You been real nice to me all day,
and I didn't mean nothing by it."
Jody started laughing. "Dad, I've seen you smoke pot!"
she shrieked. This hadn't been planned, but it was
perfect. I looked shamefaced, and the girls lapsed into
giggles.
"All right," I finally said. "I do smoke some from time
to time. And I guess it's not any worse than having
some wine."
"Naw, dad," Jody said. "It just makes us have a better
time."
"All right," I said again. "You girls lie here and sip
your wine, and I'll go get a joint." As I stood,
however, I took off my sunglasses and stared at them
menacingly. "But if either of you ever says anything to
the social services ladies, I'll go to jail and you'll
go to state institutions. Are we clear?"
They both agreed, and I went to get the joint I'd
rolled last night. I hadn't expected it to be used with
Terri, but what the heck. Jody, however, followed me
in, under the pretense of needing to use the bathroom.
While I was rummaging under my mattress for the joint,
Jody came in. "She's really cool," the pregnant 12 year
old said.
"I told her all about life here, and how neat you and
Marcie are, and she's real excited about being here,
and I told her about the pool, and how we have wine and
all, and she really came out and asked me if you smoked
pot, and so I told her yes." By this time, I'd come up
with the joint, and she was all over me, kissing me and
rubbing my hard-on. When she'd finished her kiss, she
looked at me quizzically and asked, "If you fuck her,
you're still going to fuck me, aren't you?"
I kissed her deeply, rubbing her crotch. "I told you I
would, Jody, my wife to be," I said, kissing her again.
She then pulled me into the bathroom, pulled down her
bottom, sat on the toilet, pulled my cock out of my
trunks, stuck it in her mouth, began to suck and began
to pee at the same time. I darned near came in her
mouth, but I pulled out in time to save it, hopefully
for Terri. Jody grinned, wiped herself, pulled up her
bottom, then asked if I'd remembered matches. As we
walked back to the pool, she said, coolly, "Oh, and by
the way, she's already getting her period.
Chapter 15
When we got back poolside, Terri was lying on her
stomach. She rolled over when we approached, took a sip
of her wine and smiled broadly at the sight of the
joint I held in my hand. "Have you smoked a lot of
weed?" I asked, as we all huddled to light the joint.
"Yeah," she said, "I could get it around the house from
mama or her boyfriends pretty easy."
"How old were you when you first started to smoke?" I
asked.
"Oh, I've been smoking pot since I was about seven,"
she said matter of factly. "And I've done cocaine too."
Jody was stunned. "What's cocaine like?" she blurted.
"Oh, it's great," Terri cooed. "It makes everything
seem better. Except you can't sleep."
I was also somewhat taken aback. Even though I was
sharing wine and marijuana with a 12 year old and an 11
year old, I felt it necessary to give a short lecture.
"Look, girls, and Jody you know this, I have a couple
of rules I insist on around here."
I looked into Terri's eyes. "You can have a very good
life here, and I'll make it as enjoyable for all of us
as I can. But you're here at the whim of social
services, and if they think for a minute that I or
Marcie are not good parents, you'll be back in some
orphanage in a heart beat. What we do here at home must
stay here at home. In public, you must go to school and
do well there. And you can't get into trouble or do
drugs in public. If we have a little fun here at home,
okay. But I'm in charge, and I say what goes."
I turned to Jody. "Haven't I been good to you,
sweetheart."
"Oh yes, dad," she said, and she turned to Terri, who
was taking her first toke from the joint. "Jack is a
great dad. You'll love living here. The rules aren't
strict, but you have to keep them."
Terri let out a puff of pot smoke, looked at me and
said, "I know. I know I come from a really bad home,
and this is like a mansion to me. I'll be good and only
do the things you say I can. They told me at the
services that you were the best family taking in kids
and that I was lucky to come here. I won't cause no
trouble, I promise."
I smiled at her. "I know you won't, sweetheart," I
said. Then I impulsively leaned over and kissed her on
the mouth. Just as impulsively, I put my tongue to her
lips, and she opened her mouth. I was immediately
involved in a deep tongue kiss with my new 11 year old
daughter.
I stopped there for the time being, though her smile
was radiant when I broke off the kiss. Jody was smiling
too. We finished the joint and the wine, and by then we
were all pretty high. As planned, Marcie called around
that time. I went into the house to get the phone,
leaving the girls to talk and giggle under the
influence. It was pre-arranged that Marcie "would be
staying at her sister's" that night so I could have the
girls to myself. I'd also pre-arranged the signs with
Jody so that I could get Terri alone, but now I thought
that was going to be easier than I thought.
I let the girls talk awhile, pretending to be on the
phone on business. When I saw them get back in the
pool, I rejoined them for some more horseplay. I first
made it obvious to Terri that Jody was totally
comfortable with me touching and fondling her small
breasts. I also made it plain that Jody was also
comfortable with an occasional tongue kiss. Then Jody
made it a bit of the horseplay to grab my crotch, and I
to run my hand into hers, ostensibly to "tickle" her.
She'd squeal and dash away.
Then I grabbed Terri and kissed her again. It was a
much longer kiss this time, and I simply put my hand on
one of her small breasts and rubbed it as I kissed her.
She didn't flinch and inch. So I moved it into her
crotch, and she spread her legs to allow it. I rubbed a
little, and she dissolved into giggles and moved away
like Jody had. We played a little more grab-ass, me
literally fondling their young behinds, and, at one
point, Terri distinctly rubbed my hard-on. Finally, we
all got out of the pool, and as I toweled off, I said,
"I feel really greasy. I'm going to get a shower."
"I feel greasy too," Terri said, eyeing me in just the
way I wanted.
As planned, Jody, eyeing both of us, said, "I think I'm
going to stay out here a little longer and use the
suntan oil. But you two go ahead."
I took Terri's hand in mine and lead her into the
house. As we went in, she said, "I really am grateful
to be here. You're really nice to me, and I promise to
be good."
At the foot of the stairs, I turned to her and said, "I
know you will, sweetheart." I held her to me, bent and
kissed her long and deeply, while kneading one of those
delightful tiny boobs. When I broke off the kiss, I
looked into her eyes and said, "Why don't we share a
shower?" She didn't say anything in that moment, so I
laughed and said, "It'll save water." She laughed too
then, and we ran up the stairs, me groping her bottom
as she giggled.
I lead her into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
Then I turned to Terri and slowly pulled the top of her
bathing suit up over her head, revealing those
beautiful breasts for the first time. They were indeed
tiny but fat globes. The breasts were the same light
color as the rest of her body, but the aureoles were
small but very dark. Her tiny nipples weren't long, but
they were quite erect now, and seemed to get tighter as
I touched them and kissed her again.
Her breathing was somewhat irregular, and I had to
overcome the instinct to drag her straight to the bed.
But, instead, I bent and slid her bikini bottom down to
her ankles, and she stepped out of it. Surprisingly,
there was a dark bush on her pubic area, though no more
than a half inch across. But to my delight, her labia
were bare.
I stood up and kissed her again, but this time, my hand
went to her crotch, and she assisted me by slightly
spreading her legs. I inserted a finger into her slit
and found her already moist. My finger slid into her
hole with ease, and I felt her tight, warm, wet sex for
the first time. I probed deeply as I continued the kiss
with the pretty, black 11 year old. I knew she was no
stranger to sex, but I wanted to make this her first
time being made love to by a man who wanted to make her
feel good. I also knew the wine and pot were making her
feel even more sensual.
I stepped back and removed my suit, releasing my raging
hard-on. I knew I was probably nothing compared to the
two black studs who had raped her, and quite frankly, I
thought I caught a glimpse of relief in her eyes when
she saw my six incher. It was small and white, but it
was hard as a rock and actually throbbing to be exposed
here to this beautiful black 11 year old girl, knowing
soon it would be buried in that tight little twat with
the cute little bush on top.
We didn't speak as I took her hand and lead her into
the shower. We got under the warm flood, and I took the
soap and began to lather her front, taking obvious time
on her small breasts. She continued to look into my
eyes, and I kissed her a few more times as my soapy
hand massaged her between the legs. Then I turned her
around and soaped her back.
Then I ran my hands up and down the length of her
beautiful back, always ending in kneading her round
little bottom. I also ran the soap into her ass crack,
followed by a finger that traced back from her pussy
hole to her ass hole. She finally broke the silence
with almost a moan, as she said, "That feels good."
I washed her legs, her face, then shampooed her hair.
Then it was her turn. She soaped my chest, but then
went immediately to washing my dick. I allowed it for a
few moments, but I knew I'd come if she did it much
longer, and I knew where I wanted that first load to
go.
I said, "Let me finish up, sweetheart. You go ahead and
get out. The towels are in the rack, and there are
hairbrushes and other things you need by the sink."
Terri smiled up at me, then opened the shower door and
got out. I loved the sight of that sweet little behind
as she left. I continued to shower off, washing my hair
as well. When I stepped out, Terri was standing in
front of the mirror, combing out her beautiful long
hair, a towel now concealing that beautiful young body.
We smiled and giggled a bit, joking a bit as I toweled
off and brushed my own hair down. I didn't bother to
conceal my nudity, including my throbbing dick.
Then I took her hand and lead into the bedroom. As we
stood by the bed, I removed the towel, again revealing
those wonderful little breasts and that cute little
bush. Now she looked at me. "Should we do this, Jack,
er, dad?" she asked, suddenly getting a look of doubt
on her face. "I mean what if Marcie or Jody should come
in?"
I kissed her lightly, then said, "Marcie's away at her
sister's tonight, and Jody know not to come into this
bedroom without permission. It's all right, sweetheart.
I want to make love to you."
She pulled herself tightly to me. "I want to too," she
whispered, "but I don't want it to hurt."
I pushed her gently away and sat her down on the edge
of the bed, feeling those lovely little titties as I
did. "I know you've been hurt," I said, my hard cock
being now at about the level of her mouth. "But I can
show you how to have a lot of fun with your body and
mine. Do it the right way."
She hesitated for a moment, then said, "Okay. I've
loved you from the moment I saw you." Ah the
impressionable 11 year old. I stood her up again and
pulled back the covers. She slipped in, and I moved in
beside her, pulling the covers over us as I did.
I took her slender body in my arms. I pulled her to me,
kissing her deeply, as one hand slid between her legs
and the other took one of her small breasts into it.
She obligingly spread her legs, and I again slipped a
finger into her now sopping hole. I began to slowly
finger fuck her ever so slightly, and I began to feel
her hips move ever so gently at the stimulation.
When I broke off the kiss, I went into my plan. "Terri,
I know you've been raped. They told us at social
services. They said twice, and I know that must have
been painful for you. Why don't you tell me about those
experiences, so I can show you the difference when a
man really loves you." Just as with Jody, I wanted to
hear about her other sexual experiences in order to
heighten my own when I finally dumped a load in her
fertile little pussy.
Chapter 16
And just like Jody, she teared up and whimpered a
little. But having a finger in your cunt seems to calm
down young girls, and she began to talk. "Well,
actually, I guess I've been raped five times," she
began to my surprise, "well, I guess you could say
forced to do things five times."
"How old were you when the first one happened?" I
asked, now totally hooked.
"I was six," she sniffled, "and one of mama's
boyfriends made me take off my panties. Then he licked
me, then he pulled his thing out and made me lick it,
then he pushed me down on the bed and held it against
my pussy and rubbed it until his cream came out, and it
hurt, and I cried, but mama told me to hush and let him
do it. Then I had to lick him some more before mama let
me wash myself and put my panties back on." Well, mama
obviously put her man's pleasure before her daughter's
welfare, I thought.
"Then the guy did again a couple of days later, so I
went to my aunt's to get away from him," Terri went on.
"But when I told her, her boyfriend must have heard me,
because the next day, when my aunt was out, he made me
do the same thing, except this time, when he got ready
to make his cream, he made me let him do it in my
mouth."
I hugged her closely. "I'm sorry they forced you,
baby," I consoled, all the while fingering her wet
little twat, kneading her tiny breast and getting ready
to fuck her silly. "When was the next time?"
"When I was 9," she whimpered. "That first boyfriend of
mama's that did it to me got shot, so I left my aunt's
and moved back to mama's. And I wanted to be with
Libby, because I figured she needed protection. And
mama promised not to have anymore boyfriends, so things
were okay for a few years, even though we didn't have
any money that mama didn't spend on booze or cocaine.
The people from the service threatened to take me and
Libby away several times, but mama always talked them
out of it. I tried to get mama to quit, and she'd say
she would, but she never did."
"Then what happened?" I asked, trying to get her back
to the sexual parts.
"Well, then mama took up with another man, this Mexican
guy, and one night, he and mama got drunk and high, and
she passed out. He pulled me onto the couch, ripped my
clothes off and forced his thing into me. It hurt so
bad. I was screaming and crying, but mama was passed
out, and Libby was screaming and crying too. He made
his cream in me, and he was about to do it again when
the cops came. I guess somebody heard me screaming, and
they arrested him and mama and took me and Libby to one
of those institutions."
"I've heard about those from Jody," I said, delighted
by the fact that, though she was describing horrible
sex crimes, her hand was now resting lightly on my
hard-on.
"Yeah," she continued, "you had to always be afraid of
the janitors, and there were some girls in there who
wanted you to do things, like lick them. Then I was
sent to a foster home in Compton, but Libby couldn't
come with me, they said. But she ended up in Riverside
with some nice people. You'll let me call her, won't
you?"
"Of course I will, my darling" I soothed, and of course
thinking of a 10 year old who might be as pretty as
Terri. "In fact, we can probably arrange a visit." Then
I wanted the conclusion to the story. "What happened to
you then?"
"Well, the man and his wife were nice, but that had
this son of their own, he was seventeen. And one day
when they were out with the other foster child they
had, a boy who was 7, Rollie, that was his name, came
into my room and told me he was going to beat me up if
I didn't take off my clothes and let him rape me.
He told me he knew I wasn't a virgin, and he made me
strip, lie on the bed, and he pushed his thing in me
and fucked me until he made his cream in me. Then he
told me he'd kill me if I told anybody. So I cleaned
up, went down to the store on the corner and called the
police. They arrested Rollie, and now I'm afraid what
he'll do if he gets out."
I stroked her breast and said, "Don't worry about him,
sweetheart. He can't get to you now."
She looked up at me, her dark brown eyes pleading. "Do
you promise?"
"Of course I do," I said, and kissed her deeply.
"Then I'll let you do whatever you want," she said.
Well, there was the invitation I'd been waiting for.
Chapter 17
I kissed her deeply again, then said, "I'm going to
make you feel better than you've ever felt in your
life."
She giggled, still under the influence of the wine and
pot. "I already do," she said.
"Well wait," I said, and I slid back the covers. Her
slender body was beautiful, and I began to kiss it,
starting on her ear, then her neck, then down to those
wonderful little titties. She moaned and giggled
alternately as I had my first taste of those small
breasts. Her tiny nipples were hard as rocks, and she
put her hand on the back of my head and held me to them
as I kissed, licked and nibbled them. "Ooooh," she
moaned, "that feels so good. Nobody's ever done that to
me before." And I thought, just wait.
I disengaged my head from her clutch and kissed down
her flat, thin stomach, stopping to lick her naval.
Then I had my tongue in her tiny bush, which was still
damp and smelled of soap. I licked among the sparse by
wiry hairs, getting the first smell of pussy. Then I
got up, moved down between her legs, spread her thin
girl-like legs wide apart, and got my first good look
at her young snatch.
As they say, whatever color it is on the outside, it's
all pink on the inside. Her labia were the same coffee
color as the rest of her gorgeous young body, but the
inside of that beautiful snatch was as pink as a rose,
and oozing pussy juice. I dove in like a hungry man,
burying my tongue immediately into her hole. She gasped
and bucked, but I already had a firm hold on those
round buttocks, so my tongue stayed in. Her fragrance,
though different from Jody, was just as sweet and
fresh, and I began to lap it up with all my effort.
"Ooooh." Terri moaned, reaching down to clutch my hair
again, mashing her tiny twat against my face. "Go ahead
and put it in," she groaned. But I was nowhere near
ready to fuck her. I moved my mouth up to suck in her
small but erect clit into it, while I slipped a finger
into her hole to replace my tongue. I began to
furiously suck and lick her clit, while finger fucking
her at the same rate.
She responded by gasping and bucking, and I could tell
she was beginning to enter her first orgasm. I slipped
my finger out and rubbed her wetness around her small
anal opening, gently working to finally penetrate into
her ass hole. When my finger entered her tight little
opening, she went into orgasm lock. Her legs clamped
around my ears, and she began moving up and down on my
whole head, while holding tightly in my hair.
She was moaning and gasping, with a small shriek from
time to time. Her little clit was actually throbbing in
my mouth, and I continued to lick and nibble on it as
she went through orgasm after orgasm. She showed no
signs of stopping, and I was starting to wonder if I
was ever going to get to fuck her. I decided to remove
my finger from her ass to see if that would calm her
down.
Then I stopped licking her clit as aggressively, just
gently licking it. Her back finally returned to the
bed, where it hadn't been since she started to come,
and her legs relaxed their death grip on my head. Her
hands went from clutching my hair to caressing it. She
was breathing heavily, but she was coming down.
I finally removed my head from between her legs, my
face wet with her pussy juice. I moved up over her and
kissed her deeply, letting her taste her own juice on
my tongue. My hard-on was in overdrive as it hung over
her tight little stomach, a belly in which I hoped to
place a baby as soon as possible. I looked into her
eyes, and we smiled at each other. "Did I lie to you?"
I asked.
"Oh, no," she whispered. "I've never felt like that
before." Then she put her arms around my neck and
pulled me back to a deep kiss. When we were finished,
she said in a low tone, "I love you, daddy."
"I love you too, Terri," I replied.
"Can I make you feel good now?" she asked. "Do you want
to put it inside me?"
"I do, darling," I said.
"Do you want to make your cream in me?" she asked.
"I do, darling," I again replied.
"Will I get pregnant if you do?" she asked.
"You might already be pregnant by Rollie," I said, the
thought only then occurring to me.
"No," she said, shaking her head slightly. "I've
already had my period since then."
"When did it end?" I asked.
"About a week ago," Terri said.
"Well, then you might get pregnant," I said, "but I
have to come inside you."
"It's okay if you do it," she said. And I was off to
the races.
"Take my dick in your hand and guide it to your pussy,"
I instructed. She did as she was told, as I maneuvered
over her to assume position. She guided the head to her
hole, then, to my surprise, spread her legs as far
apart as she could and shoved about two inches into her
little cunt. It was tight in there, but I easily slid
the rest of my hard-on deep into her 11 year old twat.
Her pussy felt like wet velvet, and she grabbed my ass
cheeks and held on tightly. She wanted me, and I was
ready to give it. I raised up on my elbows so I could
look at her eyes and her small chest as I began to pump
in and out of her tiny pussy. Her eyes were tightly
shut, and her little titties bobbed slightly up and
down as I drove into her. Her hips were actually moving
in rhythm to mine. How could an 11 year old be so good
at sex?
It didn't take me more than a couple of minutes to dump
the huge load of seed that had been building up in me
since I'd first seen Terri in her bathing suit. But the
more startling thing was that the little vixen actually
had another orgasm as I filled her up with come. She
wrapped her long legs around me and clutched my buns as
she moaned and bucked to what had to be at least her
fourth or fifth orgasm. This was a wild one, and I was
looking forward to using her.
Chapter 18
After we had kissed a bit and had used our tongues to
clean each other's sex organs, I made the excuse of
going downstairs to get some more wine. Jody had
already showered and was ready to join us. As I opened
the bottle, she asked for details, and I told her.
Terri was surprised to have a naked Jody join us in bed
for more wine and conversation. And it was cute to
watch the girls play with each other's sex parts.
They even began kissing. Finally, I got them to 69 each
other, and I knew we had a great trio going. Both girls
came explosively, since it was the first time either
had had a girl. I knew Marcie was going to be pleased,
since I had videotaped the whole thing.
That's when we revealed to Terri that Jody was pregnant
with my baby and that I hoped to do the same to her.
She agreed whole-heartedly, saying she wanted to be
part of our family. We explained how would deal with
the matter so that social services would not have me
arrested. Terri even agreed to that. Then I explained
that once it could no longer be hidden that Jody was
pregnant, Marcie and I were going to move to adopt both
girls and Jody's baby. Then we would move so that when
it became apparent that Terri was also pregnant, we'd
be able to explain that too.
I actually had some cocaine, so we all did some lines.
Cocaine's effect on me is to make me excessively horny
and constantly hard. I fucked Terri twice more, though
turning down her request to do it in her ass, since I
wanted all my sperm in her pussy. I promised her to do
it after she tested positive on the pregnancy test.
Terri was also amazing at how quickly she could reach
orgasm once I got her clit in my mouth. And unlike
Jody, she came nearly every time I penetrated her.
Marcie also became intimate with the girls now. She had
always shaved her pussy, and it made it more appetizing
for the girls to lick. She also introduced them to
vibrators, which she would insert in herself and them
as they licked her titties.
I kept on fucking Terri for another month before the
stick finally turned blue. By this time, Jody's belly
was too big for the social services people not to know,
so I announced to them that Jody had been fooling
around and had gotten pregnant. I actually convinced
them that we were the noble ones in the piece, since we
would not let her have an abortion and that we would
take care of all of them. They agreed to the adoption,
and we got ready to move to Colorado, telling social
services that Marcie had gotten a job offer there, and
that I would move my practice as well.
Except that Terri tearfully demanded that we take her
sister Libby as well. We arranged a "visit" by Libby.
Libby's father was black, so she looked much blacker
than her sister. She was 10 years old, but already had
little titty buds. Her ass was much rounder than
Terri's, and she had a much more African face. But she
was cute and lively.
I agreed, in a deep private conversation with Terri,
that we would include Libby in our "family" if she
promised to arrange that I could fuck Libby, who it
seems was a virgin. Libby arrived at our place and was
immediately whisked up to Terri's room. Over an hour
later, Terri came down to my study and said it was
ready, but that Libby didn't have her period yet. I
went up and found the 10 year old naked in bed, ready
to have her cherry popped. Seems Terri had convinced
her with the reward of coming with us to Colorado.
She came almost instantly, like her sister, and I was
in her in a heart beat. She cried and whimpered how
much it hurt, which made it all the sexier for me. I
came in her three times that night, leaving her sore
and crying in the morning. But we made the arrangements
to have her included in our party, and she soon was
able to take me without too much pain.
We moved to Colorado with all of our new "children,"
but Marcie, for whatever reason, became bored with sex
with children. She met another lesbian in Denver, and
they left us to move to San Francisco. We never hear
from them.
I then made a couple of big real estate deals and got
enough money together to move up into the mountains
where our little "family" wouldn't be so conspicuous.
As Jody's belly grew, it also grew more fun to fuck
her. The same soon became true with Terri, who had
likewise fucked a bunch of boys in order to get me off
the hook. Jody, Libby and I enjoyed watching those fuck
sessions while we got each other off.
I found an obstetrician, one who was in ill repute for
accusations of fondling patients, who could keep a
secret. Besides paying his bills, he kept quiet on the
basis that I let him fuck one of the girls on a weekly
basis.
Jody delivered a beautiful baby girl, whom we named
Lacey and who was delivered at home and never was
issued a birth certificate. From that moment on, I
enjoyed sucking at Jody's tits while she massaged my
pecker. Then I'd either fuck her or one of the other
girls. I especially liked fucking Terri from behind,
rubbing her big belly and swollen little tits, while
sucking Jody's tit, while Libby fingered my asshole.
Terri also delivered a girl, a coffee colored beauty,
whom we named Julia. I can't wait for my little girls
to get a little older. Oh, and guess what pretty black
11 year old just tested positive on a pregnancy test?
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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