Buying a Girl For Sex and Love
by Sterling
Chapter 1 of 4
Paul
James owned a wholesale grocery business. He and his wife Faith raised
their family in a lovely 12-room Colonial, with three servants. They
were down to two now, in the depths of the Great Depression, but the
business was still doing quite well. People still had to eat.
Paul
and Faith had two children, a 30-year-old son Richard, and a
27-year-old daughter Mary. Mary had married a lawyer who was
well-respected in the firm, and they now had three children. Richard,
alas, was still single. Paul had taken Richard into his business. He
realized that he lacked his own passion, drive, and business sense, but
he was a solid contributor. Paul thought it was not just wishful
thinking that his son could keep the business going when he wouldn't be
able to any more.
Richard's
job was OK. He wasn't thrilled with all the buying and selling and
paperwork, but it was OK and it wasn't like he had many other
opportunities.
Central to his life situation was that he was
single. In his parents' eyes this was a flaw he surely must correct
soon. But it wasn't just them -- society expected it of a young man who
could support a family. He himself had grown up to expect it.
His
parents and their friends tried to set him up with dates. It never
worked, and so he got to the point where he mostly refused; other times
he caved in. The young women were often pretty, often nice -- just
totally unappealing to him. Seeking respite from his parents' pressure,
both silent and spoken, he'd gotten his own place the year before. An
apartment with three rooms plus kitchen and bath.
There were whispers he was gay. Oh, if only he were gay. He was worse than gay.
He
flopped into bed Sunday night, angry. At the usual Sunday family
dinner, Mary and husband came with their three kids, the two little
boys and the big girl Anne. Usually they left them home with the help,
but now they thought perhaps they were old enough to bring. Mary was
the good girl who had given his parents grandchildren -- but not ones
who would continue the family name.
Anne was 9 years old. She
was so charming, so wonderful. He felt faint whenever she was near.
He'd go on a date with her! Or rather a girl like her that wasn't his
niece. He didn't need a date. He'd marry a girl like Anne on the spot!
Sigh. Yeah, likely story.
The next morning he woke, still upset.
Anne was charming, wonderful. He wanted to love and cherish her -- but
he also wanted a physical relationship. Heck, if he was honest, he just
plain wanted to fuck her. He got stiff thinking about her panties and
what she must be sheltering inside them.
He'd had one fuck in
his life, with the prostitute. It was embarrassing and yucky -- those
big breasts and hairy twat. But he'd closed his eyes, she got him stiff
with her mouth, and then she'd guided him inside her. Physically it
felt good. Imagining a little girl surrounding that vagina, he humped
twenty times and he came. And then he opened his eyes to see his cock
shaft stuck into a hole in a bunch of hair, between plump thighs,
inside wide hips... Once again he saw her big breasts. He felt a wave
of nausea. Never again.
Monday.
He didn't need to be at the office right away. He set out wandering
into the poorer sections of the city, and then the poorest. This street
was just hovels. He was in some danger of getting robbed here, but he
didn't care.
"Hi, handsome," said one prostitute. A few others sized him up. "Five dollars," said one.
He waved them away with a frown and kept walking.
From
a basement doorway he saw a woman, who disappeared and quickly
reappeared pushing a girl in front of her. A girl who was maybe 14 --
quite a pretty face, lovely blue eyes and blond hair that had been
recently combed. A decent short blue dress. But breasts and hips too --
she already had the shape of a woman.
"Say it!" hissed the mother.
The girl looked at him forlornly. "You want to have a go with me?"
"She's
a virgin. Just eight dollars," said her mother. He suspected that was
below the going rate for a pretty young girl like her, and much too low
for a virgin -- but then it would quite possibly be hard to prove she
really was a virgin.
Behind the mother in the doorway another
girl appeared, maybe eight years old? The same blue eyes and blond
hair, though hers was dirty and uncombed. She had on a torn, dirty
dress. It didn't matter. She was gorgeous and sexy. On a sudden angry
impulse, he said, "No. But, damn it, I'll give you twenty dollars for
her!" jabbing a finger in her direction.
The big girl looked at him with confusion. The mother looked startled, but just for a moment.
"OK,
it's a deal!" she said, then knelt down and whispered to the little
girl. He made out, "You do everything the man says, you hear me?"
Was he really going to do this?
"Liz,
go get Johnny and bring him out!" the woman said to the big girl, who
disappeared inside. "Come on right in, mister, it will be just a
moment," she then said reassuringly. She held out her hand, and Richard
fished the twenty out of his wallet and handed it over.
"She's a good girl, little Emily. She'll give you what you want."
Emily didn't look so sure. Liz reappeared with a toddler boy in her arms.
"Come right on in, I know it's not much, but there's a bed."
She ushered him and Emily into the place's single room, then left and shut the door behind them. He was alone with Emily.
He barely overheard Liz's soft voice and then her mother's harsh whisper, "You want to eat, or not?!"
The bed was hastily made, the blankets stained. The place smelled faintly of urine.
But here in front of him was a small girl. He'd just paid twenty bucks, and damn it if he wasn't going to enjoy her.
"Lie down."
She did.
And
then he knelt on the bed beside her. He stroked those hot, sexy little
arms. He then moved his hands up and stroked her chest through her
dress. Her flat girl chest. Down below her dress had ridden up. He put
his hand on the inside of her thigh, and -- to hell with it, he slid it
quickly up under the dress until it was cupping a panty-clad pussy. She
looked confused and then alarmed. Damn it, he didn't want to know what
she was feeling.
"Take the dress off!" he ordered, and after a
brief hesitation she pulled it up over her head. He put it over her
face loosely. "Leave it there!" He wouldn't have to know how she was
reacting.
There was her bare chest to caress, rising and falling
rather quickly. And there were her dirty, stained panties. He grabbed
the cloth at her hips and pulled them down and off. And then he spread
her legs apart. There it was, what the girls all kept hidden. But this
was his. He'd paid for the chance to caress it, fondle it, and do what
he wanted. He opened up the lips. A little vaginal opening.
He
was very hard in his pants and now he quickly pulled them down to his
ankles. He stroked the girl's labia, then leaned in with his face to
look, to sniff -- to lick. There was a faint smell of both feces and
urine, but he didn't care. He licked. He gently opened the lips again
to see her vaginal opening. This was what he wanted to fuck, damn it!
He
pressed his little finger up into her vagina. She squirmed and
squeaked. There was plenty of resistance to his entry. He forced the
little finger in further, and she said "Ow!"
"Oh, be quiet!" he
commanded. But it was obvious his cock wouldn't go in. He removed his
finger and began masturbating himself. He was going to come, and there
was only one place he wanted to come. He moved into position over her
and stuck his cock tip right there at her opening. It wouldn't go in
but he was close to where he craved to be. He spread her lips wide with
his other hand and set his cock tip firmly into her little vestibule.
He wanked and pressed forward, wanked and pressed harder. And then at
once his ecstasy was upon him, an orgasm unlike any in his life. Sperm
came out in gobs and made a whitish mess all over her twat. Some went
right into her little pussy.
As his orgasm faded he was wracked
by guilt. He'd fucked a little girl, or he would have. He'd used her
sexually and messed up her privates with the sticky product of his
lust. In a pathetic attempt to take it back or at least hide the
evidence, he reached in with his shirt tail and got the worst of it off
her.
He pulled his pants up, and the girl just lay there. He
couldn't very well welcome the rest of the family back in with her laid
out like that, could he?
"It's all over. Get dressed," he said,
pulling the dress off her eyes. He was relieved to see she looked
confused but not convulsed with grief.
She pulled her panties on
and he helped her get the dress on over her head. She sat on the bed.
He felt bad for the girl, wanted to be nice to her, wanted to make it
up for her. What ridiculous thoughts!
"Oh, what an asshole I am," he muttered to himself, rising quickly.
He
pulled the door open and marched out, making no eye contact with any of
the other three members of the family. "I hope you'll come again," said
the mother as he strode off.
Naturally
he replayed the experience over and over again. The family was clearly
desperate. He recalled that Emily was skinny, and so was Liz. The
mother's clothes had hung on her loosely. They were suffering. So Emily
suffered a little more in one way to relieve the suffering of all of
them. Whatever the morals and ickiness, maybe it was a business
proposition of benefit to both parties? He was disgusted with himself.
But it had also been immensely satisfying.
Wednesday he set out
for that part of town but lost his nerve and turned back. Thursday he
got himself to go until he got there. He pounded on the door.
The
woman opened it a crack, then all the way and with a big smile said,
"Oh, so nice to see you again! Would you care for some more time with
Emily?"
Without waiting for a reply, the big girl emerged
shortly with the toddler, and the woman said softly, "I think you'll
find she's even better suited to your needs now." She held out her hand.
Richard pressed a twenty into her palm and went inside.
Emily
was trying to look brave, with clean face and hands, clean hair combed.
She was sitting on the bed in a more presentable dress -- maybe her
Sunday best? Her mother must have put her into this condition shortly
after he had visited and would have kept her this way for how long? On
the off chance he would return. But then, twenty dollars was a lot of
money to this family. And being clean surely wasn't a bad thing. At
least the mother hadn't put any make-up on her.
"What would you like?" she asked, trembling.
"Same as before," he said gruffly.
She
nodded and pulled her dress up over her head, revealing no panties this
time, then lay back with legs spread wide and the dress over her face.
This time he undressed completely and lay down on her.
"You
can stick it in me now," she said from under the dress. "Mommy says men
always want to stick it in and she made me big enough."
"Oh." Wow. His cock twitched at the prospect.
Richard
feasted his eyes and then set to work with more than eyes, licking
chest, stroking inner thighs, pressing his palm into her girl crotch
over and over. But her pussy was like a magnet, drawing his fingers to
the outside, then his tongue, and then his thoughts extended to
penetration. The little finger went in fine, and so did the middle
finger. Was it really possible his cock would go in too? The prospect
brought a strong surge of lust. He had to find out.
He mounted
her, brought his stiff cock to her hole, and pressed. It didn't go in
right away, so he pressed harder, and then harder still. The tip
started to go in, and she stiffened beneath him but didn't cry out,
then relaxed again. He kept pushing, and now he slid inside! First it
was just a little, but then more and more. He looked down at where his
cock disappeared between the little girl's legs, going up inside her
body where it belonged. It felt fantastic. He forced it in more and
more, then began the timeless in and out motion. He tried not to get
too excited, because he didn't want this to be over too soon. But there
was a little girl, on her back naked, and he was fucking her! After
three minutes he couldn't hold back any more. He shoved it in harder
and deeper and more assertively, over and over again until finally he
cried out as he shuddered and spurted semen into the 8-year-old pussy.
He kept his cock in deep and lay down on the girl gently. So wonderful.
But so awful.
She lay silently, and after a brief hesitation, he
pulled the dress off her face. She looked at him once and then looked
away. Her eyes were moist.
"What's your last name?"
"Smith."
"Did you always live like this?"
She looked puzzled, and he looked around at the sad, small room.
She shook her head. "Daddy left. Now we're hungry a lot. But we ate more after you came the other day."
They were silent a while. "You don't like this, do you?"
When
she didn't respond, he said, "What am I saying... of course you don't
like this. I'm a sadistic creep...." When she still didn't speak, he
said, "How about this... Would you rather do this sometimes and have
enough to eat, or not?"
"Oh, sure, I really want enough to eat! This isn't so bad."
"Do you go to school?"
She shook her head.
"Your sister?"
She shook her head again.
"What do you do all day?"
"Take
care of Johnny while Mommy and Liz are out trying to get some money. I
clean the clothes. Including his poops." She made a face.
He smiled and stroked her hair and cheek.
He
caught a trace of a smile on her face. He asked her about the old days
when her daddy was around. She told him, and he asked follow-up
questions.
He realized he was having a conversation with an
8-year-old girl while his half-limp cock was still in her pussy. As he
realized that, his cock started stiffening.
Just then there was a gentle knock on the door. "Everything OK?" came the mother's voice.
He
had probably been with Emily for 45 minutes. "Fine," said Richard, a
bit disappointed to not let his cock keep growing and have Emily again.
But why not? The more his cock expanded, the more it seemed like a good
idea.
He sighed, looking at her face, his cock fully stiff
inside her now. "I want to do it again. I really, really want to do it
again."
She nodded.
"If we don't cover your face again, will you look too sad?"
Emily shook her head.
He
started pumping in and out. He held himself up above her, getting a
look now at the whole girl, not just her torso, as he humped her. A
beautiful, small girl, blond hair now in disarray around her head, arms
and chest naked, looking up at him with a game smile. And down below,
her spread legs were mostly visible, though partly blocked by his manly
thighs. She was also naked between the legs, and his cock was driving
in and out. That last sight was both horrible and terrifically
exciting. Her smile he now realized was more fake than game. He shut
his own eyes. His pleasure and urgency built rapidly and then he
exploded with ecstasy, shuddering and squirting more goo into her
innocent center.
He opened his eyes as he slid out and sat beside her.
Her smile became more genuine then, and she sighed with relief.
"You're glad it's over," he said with a little smile.
She nodded, then stopped, looked worried, and said, "I want whatever makes you happy."
He sighed. "But really, just between you and me, you're glad it's over?"
She gave a little guilty smile and said, "Yeah."
He smiled back.
"But you love to have enough to eat too... Would you like to come to my house and sleep overnight some time?"
"Ummm."
"Or I should say, would you mind too much? You'd get lots to eat. And I'd pay your mom even more."
Mrs.
Smith was fine with it, and didn't resist when he negotiated a lower
price of ten dollars a visit. Twenty made sense for a night with a
virgin, but as an ongoing price it was out of line, Mrs. Smith had to
admit. He gave her some extra money to go out and buy Emily some new
clothes -- nothing fancy, just new and clean. He came on foot to fetch
her late Saturday afternoon and took her home.
Emily looked in awe at his place with the tasteful furniture, paintings on the wall, curtains, books, nick-knacks.
As
she looked, he answered her questions but was distracted by that pretty
face and her lovely little body in the white dress. "Let me show you
the bedroom."
He pointed out a few things, but his desire rose
strongly. His training in manners and decorum was stronger here in his
own home, but -- well, he'd paid for her.
"Oh, Emily, I'll tell you more later, but now... I'm a horrible man, an awful scumbag, but I've just got to have you!"
Emily's
face grew somber, but she nodded. She took off her shoes and socks and
climbed up onto the 4-poster bed, as he stripped down to his
underpants. He pulled the covers down long enough for both of them to
get under, then drew them up again. What he saw beside him on the
pillow was the head of a pretty little girl, looking at him warily,
trying to smile.
He reached in slowly and kissed her. Uncertain
at first, she kissed him back. It was warm and tender. But he couldn't
help his awareness of the warmth of her body under the covers next to
him. Below the covers where he could not see, he put his hand on her
chest. No hint of breasts, of that he was sure, even through the white
fabric. He wanted to enjoy her in more detail -- there were so many
places he wanted to touch. But his desire was strong... he quickly slid
his hand down to her knees and below the hem of the dress, then slid it
up under between her legs, along her perfect, smooth thighs until he
felt the panty cloth where they joined.
"Oh God, Emily. Take the
dress off!" He drew the covers back to let her do that while he reached
down and pulled those clean white panties down and off. He ditches his
own boxers.
She knew to spread her legs, and he mounted but drew
the covers up over them again. Peeking underneath he could dimly make
out the lithe girl chest, and just barely see the outlines of her
spread legs. By feel he held her lips open and mounted, aiming his cock.
"Oh,
yes!" he said as his tip found its purchase within warm girl. He
burrowed the tip, stroke by insistent stroke. It led the way for the
shaft behind until he was in deep. Emily didn't wince this time. He
held himself up enough to gaze into her lovely, innocent eyes. But down
below the covers, there was no innocence. His strong humping motions
were forcing his cock shaft in and out of this small girl's hot, tight
vagina, and there was only one possible outcome.
Through
a haze of ecstasy he saw the pretty girl looking at him calmly, while
down below he defiled her innocence once more with pulses of sticky
sperm delivered deep up inside her young body by way of her private
tunnel.
Then he kissed her on the lips once, twice, many times.
Outside
it was starting to get dark. With a sigh he rolled off her, letting his
cock slide out. "Time for supper." They both dressed.
Over this
last year of living alone he had learned to cook -- not fancy, but well
enough. She sat at the kitchen table while he put on the steak and made
the potatoes.
"Out in the cabinets, you'll find some nice plates, and some silver in the drawers. You want to set two places?"
"OK," said Emily.
Later
when he checked, he smiled. She'd put a glass directly to the side of
each plate, and a spoon resting on each plate with a knife on the table
between the two settings.
"No reason you'd know about this, I
guess. I'll show you how the fancy people do it," and he rearranged the
dining table with cloth place mats and a full silver setting including
steak knives.
For her he poured milk, and for him -- to heck with it, he poured milk for himself too.
Emily
had never seen steak, but she loved it, and finished her mashed
potatoes too. He was happy to give her seconds, which she also finished.
Then he served cookies he'd gotten from the bakery. He had two, while she ate six.
He cleared the table.
By
then it was dark. With the benefit of the electric lights, he showed
her more things from his living room, and she listened with attention,
asking many questions, which he happily answered. He answered more
questions about things in his bedroom and the kitchen and the bathroom.
The questions petered out and she started yawning.
"OK, time for bed."
"Where do I sleep?"
"With me, of course."
"Oh." Her smile faded a bit.
He sighed. "I've... I've rented you for the night, and I want to have you near me."
Soon they were in bed together, both naked. He stroked her hair, her cheek. She yawned again.
"Let
me check," he said, and slid his hand down and cupped her sex. "Still a
girl. You didn't become a boy while I wasn't looking."
She gave him a genuine smile then.
"OK, time to sleep, dear Emily."
She turned on her side away from him, and he spooned up behind her back.
After
a while he heard regular breathing and lifted his head enough to see
she was sleeping. He lay behind her, in heaven. It was still a couple
hours until his usual bedtime, but he just lay there, soaking in her
presence in front of him. He was in love with her. Stupid, stupid thing
to do, but he was. As he was drifting off to sleep, he had an image of
introducing her to his parents. "Mother, father, I'd like you to meet
my fiancee, Emily." Ha!
Emily moved a bit during the night now
and then, and each time he'd wake up, totally unaccustomed to sharing
his bed. But each time he was filled with joy.
He woke at dawn
as Emily scrambled out of bed. He was not surprised when she padded to
the bathroom. The door shut, he heard nothing, but then a flush, and
soon she reappeared and put on her panties and reached for her dress.
"No, not yet, Emily," he said. "Come back to bed with me."
After the briefest hesitation, Emily took the panties off and climbed back into bed.
She
lay on her back, he on his side facing her. He loved looking at her
face... but he loved what was beneath the covers too. He slid his hand
below, and idly ran it over her smooth chest but then her stomach, and
the boundary between soft belly and ribs, and then her narrow hips, and
the sides of the hips and the side of her body up to her armpit. He
reached down to lift her thigh, bringing her knee up, and then captured
her shin and spent a good long while on her feet, palpating each toe in
turn. He returned to calves and shins, then knees, then her thighs, and
then her girl slit. But he wasn't mad with desire just then. He just
wanted to feel the curves, the feel of outside, a bit on the inside,
the juncture of thigh with the girl spot. When he tired of that, he
turned to her neck, her ears, her hair, her cheeks, even her eyebrows.
"You're
so perfect, Emily. I'd love to have you in my bed every morning and
night just so I could do this. It's not like anyone would let us if
they knew about it. But I'd love it. But then, well, I would still just
have to stick it in you sometimes, I want that so much. If I had you
morning and night and could never stick it in? That would be really
hard."
Emily glanced at him and glanced away.
"You like it OK when I touch you all over like I was just doing?"
"Yeah, it's kind of nice. It makes me feel -- important."
He hesitated. "But when I stick it in you?"
Her
brow furrowed. "I don't know..." Then she remembered herself. "I am
very happy to let you do it. It's my job. It's more than my sister or
mother earn!"
"Yeah, there's that. But I'd really like to know... What do you think of it?"
"It's fine. It doesn't hurt."
"But... you said the other stuff makes you feel important. How does my penis going in and out feel?"
She hesitated, then turned away from him onto her side. "It doesn't feel so nice. It feels like you want to be mean to me."
"Oh,
Emily... Gosh, I can see how you'd think that. But I don't want to be
mean to you, oh do I ever not want to be mean. Have you ever seen
grown-ups having sex? Or heard them?" She didn't answer at once. "You
know that's what we're doing, right? Having sex, like grown-ups do?"
"Yeah,
of course. I hear things sometimes. Maybe saw mommy and daddy doing it
a couple times, or figured it must be. Now I know it was, because he
did the same motion as you do."
"You know it's how people make babies?"
"Yeah. And I'm way too young to have a baby."
"But
when they get old enough, big girls really want to do it too. Both men
and women kind of go crazy with that thing. Well, women sometimes. Men
a lot. It's sort of a special really energetic thing to make babies."
"But you know I can't have a baby? So why?"
"Well,
the reason we people are made to want to do it is because it makes
babies. But we just want to do it, babies or no babies." Richard rolled
onto his back and sighed. "I'm supposed to find a grown-up woman, older
than your sister, and marry her. And then I'm supposed to do that to
her a lot until she has a baby. Over and over again, lots of babies.
But I'm a weirdo, and I don't want to do it with a woman. I can't help
it. I want to do it with you. And that's the truth. But since no one
understands that, and no one wants girls your age to do that, and girls
your age don't want to do it -- well, I'm supposed to just never have
sex, even though I want it as much as anyone. Except, well, when people
are really poor like you folks are, then you're willing to do it for
money. Or your mom is willing to make you do it for money."
Emily was silent.
After
a minute, he turned towards her again and his hands roamed over her
naked body under the covers once more, but this time they quickly
focused between her legs. His cock got stiff. "And I want to do it to
you again. Are you OK with that? With my doing it again?"
She nodded.
"And
believe it or not as you want, but I'm not trying to be mean when I do
it. I'm feeling like I love you and think you're special and the most
wonderful thing of all would be if you really wanted it too... Even
though that won't happen. It's hard to explain..."
He was on top
of her now, his cock poised at her opening. "Maybe you'll know when
you're older what it feels like to want a penis to slide into you more
than anything -- women do sometimes. And how I want to slide it into
you while thinking the most wonderful and loving thoughts." He slid it
in with a big, contented sigh, and threw the covers off completely. He
held himself up on his hands and began a smooth, slow in and out
motion. "The pleasure your vagina gives me as my penis goes in and out
-- it's fantastic. Better than a thousand cookies."
Emily gave a quick, genuine smile, though it faded as quickly.
"You're
so beautiful, every part of you, but when I'm doing this I think your
vagina is especially fantastic, I must admit. I'd love to see that
desire in your eyes like I'm feeling, but I know I won't. And partly
I'm driven to finish and give you the stuff that would make a grown
woman pregnant, but it feels so good I want it to last..." He paused
and searched her face. "But since I know you're not enjoying it, I'll
finish up pretty soon here... Oh, Emily, you wonderful girl, light of
my life, oh, God, Emily, oh, oh, OH!" He held his breath as his climax
was upon him, filling little Emily's pussy with seed once more. When he
caught his breath he slid out, and said, "And now your body is all
yours once again."
He thought he caught a glimpse of a smile that wasn't just relief that it was over.
They
dressed. As he cooked, she sat at the table and asked him more
questions, told more stories of the days when she did go to school,
told of a few friends, her big sister -- when she was mean to her but
also when she was nice.
She loved her bacon, scrambled eggs, toast with butter and jam, and milk. And the seconds she had on everything.
He
walked her back the mile and a half to her house and dropped her off.
Emily's mother came out as Emily went in and she spoke with him in the
street.
"Was she a good girl?"
"Very good. A very nice daughter you have."
"Wonderful.
I'm glad she makes you happy." Mrs. Smith's suggestive tone annoyed
him, as if all he cared about was fucking the girl. But of course she'd
think that. "Would you like her again?"
"Again?" He'd love to have her again. "Like next Saturday?"
"Very well."
So
for several weeks he had Emily as his overnight Saturday guest.
Compared to his expectations for his sexual life, this was heaven! Yet
once he had this much, he wanted more.
He inquired about
visiting her during the week at her dingy little apartment as well.
Mrs. Smith countered that Emily could walk up to his place for a visit
at any time that suited him. So she came for late afternoon visits once
or sometimes twice during the week and then walked home. And she began
walking to and from his place by herself for the overnight visits too.
Silly and impossible as it was, he wanted even more.
Mrs. Smith sensed it (or at least the lucrative possibility) and said, "You know, she could even board with you."
Richard
was shocked. He supposed it really could be done. There was the maid --
he'd have to hide Emily somehow when the maid came. The maid would
undoubtedly see little differences around the house, but she would
assume he was having a lady visiting him sometimes, and he could by
subtle hints encourage that view. As for the money...
"OK, I think that might work!" he said brightly. "Though I'd pay less... Since I'm feeding her... maybe five dollars a night."
To
go to sleep beside Emily every night, to wake up with her every
morning, and to take his pleasure with her sexually whenever it pleased
him -- this was heaven.
Even nicer in some ways was getting to
know her. She readily opened up with him, talked with him, and shared
what was on her mind. He showed her things and taught her things, and
he felt her gratitude for what he offered her.
Was there any way
he could get her interested in the sex? Realizing he had virtually no
sexual experience, Richard made inquiries of some of his old buddies,
and found one idea that sounded very promising.
Emily was laid out for the taking on his bed.
"Emily, I'm going to try something. They say it might make you like it more."
And
he proceeded to lick her tenderly between the legs, gently, over and
over, with his hands running over hips, thighs, and stomach.
He thought he picked up an excitement from her breathing. She squirmed every so slightly.
"You like that?"
"Yes, it feels very nice."
He went back to licking for another couple minutes, then paused.
"Does it get nicer and nicer, like... like it might feel great?"
She looked at him blankly.
Oh,
well. He wanted her, so he raised himself up into position and took
her. Her pussy was even slipperier than usual. He looked for signs of
sexual desire as he copulated with her, but he saw just a pleasant
smile, not entirely genuine.
He drove deeper and harder and climaxed -- fabulous as always. He gradually caught his breath.
"So, before, you said it felt nice."
She nodded.
"Usually people are more enthusiastic when things feel nice."
"I dunno." She shrugged.
He looked at her and waited.
"It's not a kind of nice I like feeling."
Richard smiled. That was a good enough answer. He kissed her on the forehead. But he was disappointed.
Emily
gained a little weight and began eating the smaller quantities you'd
expect of an ordinary girl her age. She learned to set the table, wash
dishes, chop vegetables and sweep, among other easy chores.
Richard
had made some excuses at the office during his first few nights with
Emily, but on an ongoing basis he did have to go to work several hours
each day.
The question was how to occupy Emily while he was
gone. He looked into enrolling her in school, but couldn't really
manage the logistics. She couldn't read very well at all, and his
efforts to teach her in the evenings were not successful.
Then
there were the visits by his maid, three times a week. Initially he
took Emily out on rides, but that cut too severely into his time at the
office. She didn't like having to sit quietly in the shed out back for
hours at a time, and she liked it less as the weather got cooler. The
solution was for her to walk home for the duration of the visit and
then walk back. But the maid was sometimes delayed, so she had to be
away several hours to be sure she missed her.
Emily reported
that her visits home made her realize she missed it. It made sense. Her
family was eating better now, and however cramped and poor it was, it
was a life among her family and it was the life she knew.
Her mother insisted she stay with Richard.
One
day he came home and found Emily had been doodling and coloring all
over the family bible that had been entrusted to his care. He was
furious. When he calmed down, he asked her what she wanted. She wanted
to go home.
That idea made his heart sink. What if they compromised? What if she got to go home three days a week?
Emily admitted that was an improvement.
So
he decreed he didn't want her with him Monday through Wednesday. He
chose those days so she would miss two of the maid's visits. Mrs. Smith
was not pleased. But it was presented as his choice, not Emily's.
Nonetheless Emily reappeared after the first time away saying she had
changed her mind and really, really wanted to stay all the time. But he
could tell her mother had made her say that. They stuck with the new
schedule.
As a way to ease things with Mrs. Smith, he cut his payment by just 10%, which was less than a proportional reduction.