Buying a Girl For Sex and Love
by Sterling
Chapter 2 of 4
Months passed. And then Mrs. Smith approached him with an idea.
He
was suspicious of anything Mrs. Smith said. Although he was the
beneficiary, part of him loathed a woman who would pimp out her
8-year-old daughter with no regard to how she felt about it -- not to
mention her 14-year-old.
She confessed that Emily had shared
with her a bit of what he'd confided to her, including his parents'
strong desire for him to get married and have children. And it was
obvious that having to keep Emily's presence in his house a secret was
a strain on everyone.
He listened with suspicion to this grand
new plan she proposed. It would clearly be a big improvement for her
and her family. That was obvious. And yet... it made sense for him too.
It made a lot of sense.
Part of him loathed Mrs. Smith. But he
also realized he had never known true hunger and had never worried
about being thrown out of his home to live on the streets.
Elizabeth
looked lovely in her white dress coming down the aisle on the arm of
Richard's brother-in-law. He found it easy enough to say his vows and
kiss the bride -- he liked he well enough.
His parents had been
notably upset that he had chosen such a young girl from a poor family,
but by then their standards for a suitable wife for their son had
dropped substantially, and they had to admit that she was
well-positioned in years to provide many grandchildren. It was no
surprise that she didn't have a birth certificate. They all said she
was 16, and she looked like she could be.
The newlyweds would
spend the first few weeks at Richard's modest bachelor apartment while
their new larger home was being prepared -- Richard's marriage was
accompanied by a substantial raise in salary at the family grocery
business so he could afford it.
This new home had modest
servants' quarters upstairs. In it would live the bride's mother Mrs.
Smith, who would work as housekeeper. Her two younger children would
live up there with her. Now they could go to school. There were four
bedrooms on the floor below for Elizabeth and Richard and the children
who should soon grace the home.
On their wedding night, Elizabeth and Richard retired to the bedroom of his modest apartment.
"You think you could stand to sleep in the same bed with me?" he asked.
"I guess so," she answered. "But if you get fresh with me I'll slap you."
"I reassure you, the idea of physical intimacy with you makes me feel ill."
"Good.
Me too. If I never see another stiff cock in my life it will be too
soon." When Liz had initially propositioned him on that fateful day,
under duress from her mother, she really had been a virgin. But she had
worked off and on as a prostitute before Richard started paying for
Emily's services on a regular basis. Emily had confided to him that
though she didn't like sex, Liz really, really hated sex with strange
men.
"There, that's settled then."
"When we're trying to make children, you can give me your seed separately, right? After it's already come out."
"Yes, I'm sure we can manage that. Like we talked about."
They
slept beside each other, wearing nightclothes. Richard mostly
contrasted this big, womanly girl with his angel Emily. But it wasn't
bad sleeping beside another person, especially one who shared his bed
with everyone's approval.
In the morning, she said, "Should I slice my finger and spread the blood on the sheets?"
"Oh, dear, I don't believe that is necessary."
Liz looked at the bed they had both just vacated. "So this is where you keep screwing my little sister -- this bed?"
"Heavens,
that is a vile accusation. If you weren't a lady, I would have to
challenge you to a duel." Then he paused. "But seriously, Liz. You do
know I feel kind of bad about it. It is a sore subject for me. So I
hope you won't talk about it like that again."
"Oh, OK," said Liz. "I can see that."
They looked at each other. In some ways this was a sham marriage, but in some ways it wasn't.
For
the benefit of Johnny, Liz kept her clothes in the marital bedroom and
acted like she lived there. Emily similarly kept all her things in the
small room upstairs. Yet at night they swapped positions.
The
initial plan for getting Liz pregnant was the simplest. He would
ejaculate where he wanted to, inside Emily, and she would fish it out
and transfer it to Liz.
Four months passed.
Liz said,
"Mr. James, I believe we need to come up with a different solution.
Perhaps you put the seed too deep inside her, or perhaps her finger is
too short."
"I confess it surely is shorter than my phallus."
"In any event, she has hardly been able to retrieve anything from inside her body that would be of use to me."
Richard was fully inserted in Emily, pounding away in the sexy little dear -- who smiled up at him.
"Remember, you've got to pull out," she said.
That
had been the plan the night before, but he just hadn't been able to
stop himself in time. By the time he knew he was going to come, he'd
figured just one more thrust -- but then it was too late.
So now
he pulled out and lay on his back. By arrangement, Emily sat on his
thighs, legs spread wide so her pussy was on display, clearly having
been used recently. She stroked his balls gently with one hand while
she rubbed his penis up and down, not so gently.
"I wish I was going to get it all in MY pussy," she said with an impish grin.
Seconds later Richard sighed and came, sperm spewing onto his chest.
As
the last glob oozed from his tip, Emily giggled. "I've never seen that
before." She got some on her finger and sniffed it with curiosity, then
transferred it with her finger to the small glass dish on the bedside
table, then repeated until the dish held a respectable blob of milky
goo.
She rose and put on her nightgown. When Richard continued
to lie in bed, she said, "Come now, dear brother-in-law, your magic
potion works best when fresh, they say."
"True, true," sighed Richard as he got up and put on his own nightshirt.
The two crept downstairs to the master bedroom.
"Where is it?" asked Liz, looking at their four empty hands.
"Up on the bedside table," said Richard.
Liz brushed past them and he could hear her climbing the stairs quickly to the room where she would spend the rest of the night.
He
and Emily stripped and settled into the master bed. He liked to sleep
naked with his Emily, and she was OK with it. In the morning, he
started fondling Emily and his cock rose. He was interested.
"Now,
now, that's not such a good idea, is it?" said the reasonable Emily,
who had the benefit of feeling no carnal yearning. "You're supposed to
save all your seed for your wife."
He sighed. "I could just mate with you for an hour but keep the seed inside."
"Do you think that would work?"
"It did last night, didn't it?"
"I guess."
He
sighed. "But... well, I knew that after I pulled out I would at least
get the release of orgasm very soon. And that wouldn't work this time."
Liz sat on her side of the bed, Richard on his. He knew that she was wearing a sanitary pad.
"We have to find a better way," she said. "Like maybe spurting it right here in the same room with me."
"I don't want to do that. You're not sexy. I'd feel like a lab animal." He thought. "Maybe if Emily was there with us..."
Liz looked horrified. "That's perverted! Like a threesome?"
"It
was just an idea." Emily had not been thrilled when he'd mentioned it
to her either, but she was used to doing her duty and hadn't objected.
Liz
said, "You know, there is one way to get the seed right where it goes.
To get all of it way up inside instead of most of it rubbing off on the
walls on the way in."
"Ewwww. You swore you'd never want a penis anywhere near you again."
"Well, I know. But this is kind of a special situation, don't you think?"
"For
you, I guess. All you have to do is lie there. For me, I have to get in
a certain mood, you know, have to feel good about it at a gut level."
"Yeah, I know," sighed Liz.
Richard was thoughtful. "You used to look like Emily, right?"
"Our faces?"
"No, your bodies. You used to have no breasts, and no hair, and skinny little hips?"
"Well, of course."
"I wish there were pictures... Maybe, could you possibly pretend you were young again?"
"Pretend I'm Emily?"
"No, pretend you're Liz, just a younger Liz."
"Maybe." They were silent a while. With a shrug, she rose and went upstairs.
Emily came down a minute later.
"We gotta find a way that you and Liz can make a baby," she said.
"I
suppose we do," said Richard. Emily slipped out of her nightgown and
slid into bed naked. "But right now, there's no way my seed can do any
good anywhere. I see the girl I love, and I want to fuck her."
"That's a naughty word."
"Of course it's a naughty word. I'm a naughty man. And for a lot more than using naughty words."
Emily looked sympathetic as she lay back on the bed, legs spread wide.
Richard mounted and aimed his cock, then hesitated. "You're, what -- nine years old?"
"That's what we think. But heck, if Emily is 16 maybe I'm 11 or even 12?"
Richard gave a sad smile.
Emily said, "Richard?"
"Yeah?" he said with a sigh.
"Go ahead. Fuck me. Fuck me hard and deep and have a really good time." She reached up to nibble his ear.
Richard smiled. He fucked her hard and deep and had a really good time.
"Uh
oh," said the little voice of a 6-year-old, as a small hand caressed
his penis. "I know what happens when this thing gets big and stiff."
"What happens, dear?"
"You want to get naughty with it. You always do."
"I'll try to be good this time, I promise."
The small hand kept caressing. "A little girl's private parts are supposed to stay private."
"Yeah, I know. But they are so exciting. Maybe just one more time, then I'll be good?"
"You're bad."
"Oh, be a nice girl, lie back and spread your legs wide and let me get at your private parts."
"I shouldn't. You're very naughty."
"Yes, very naughty. Now help me be naughty."
He mounted, feeling thighs against thighs. The small hand aimed his cock. He pushed.
"Ooof!" said the little girl voice. "You're so big. Such a big thingy for such a little girl."
"It fits, honey. Don't worry." He pumped in and out.
"You're
a bad, bad man. You're not going to make peepee, are you? Not that? Not
peepee in a little innocent girl? That would be very, very naughty!"
"Oh, I'm afraid I am, you naughty little girl!" he panted, and seconds later lunged, shoving his cock deep. He gasped.
He slid out and lay on his back, panting. He didn't remove the blindfold.
"Naughty, naughty, naughty!" said a voice that now didn't sound quite so much like a little girl.
He
could feel her rise from the bed, heard some swishing of cloth, and
heard her disappear. A minute later there were approaching footsteps, a
closing door, more swishing of cloth, and then small hands removed his
blindfold.
"Did you make naughty in my pussy?" said Emily.
"Not yours, I'm afraid. Maybe your little sister's."
Emily laughed.
"Oh,
come here, Emily, and let me stick my middle finger way up into your
pussy, since my cock is limp and tired for now... Mmmm, that's nice."
Emily
played with his hair -- his head hair. "You know, you're nice. You
think a lot about penises and vaginas. A whole lot. But with you and
Liz trying to make a baby, and it not being so easy, I can really see
why a lot better. Ejaculating in vaginas is really important."
"The right vaginas, that is," sighed Richard.
"Even so, even so... Vaginas and penises... It's important."