Buying a Girl For Sex and Love
by Sterling
Chapter 4 of 4
That
night, in the dark, the little girl voice said, "Uh oh, you're not
going to do anything naughty with my privates, are you? ... Uh oh, that
thing is awfully big for a little girl like me... You're not going to
pee in my privates? Oh, please don't pee in my privates!"
"It's
OK, Liz," he said. "No need to pretend today." He was holding the butt
of a grown woman, and his cock was buried in a vagina that had already
pushed out five babies. The plan was to start a sixth one, and this was
his only real part of the job -- a very pleasant one. And while she was
nothing like Lisa, he still had the memory of what he'd done to Lisa
that very afternoon. It was easier to fertilize Liz from the rear,
doggy style. And today he felt so confident he'd be able to finish the
job that he did away with the pretense.
"OK," said a woman's voice.
"Do you mind if I keep going a while?"
"No, but are you sure? Sure you'll be able to finish?"
"Pretty sure... You remember when the idea of someone doing this to you was the most horrible idea in the world?"
"We need to do it to make a baby."
"You ever consider rubbing yourself?"
"You mean now?"
"Well, why not? We're trying to make a baby. That could be kind of a turn-on. Might even help make the baby."
He
barely felt her fingers just below where his shaft slid in and out. In
a moment, Liz was making soft, contented sounds. In a minute there was
an urgency to them, and in two minutes she gasped and he felt a series
of firm squeezes on his cock. That was exciting! Time to make a baby.
He pounded hard and fast and deep and imagined it was Lisa in doggy
position in front of him, so pretty and child-like.
He grabbed Liz's hips and held himself extra deep so the load he was spewing would go as close to her cervix as possible.
Liz
needed inseminating two days later, and once again used her fingers to
give herself an orgasm as she held herself up on all fours. Surely her
orgasm could only help with impregnation if it mattered at all. She
suggested sex two days after that too. She'd never suggested this wide
a window of possible fertility, and when he inquired she said her
periods were more irregular now she was older, but she also looked away
as she said it.
The day after her period stopped Liz suggested it again.
"Hey Liz," said Richard. "You like getting it, don't you."
"No!"
"Ah, c'mon, admit it. Babies or not, you like getting it."
"No."
"Makes sense, right? People love orgasms. You're having one every time."
"Well, it's a compensation."
"For what?"
"For having to let you violate me like that."
"Oh?
Women can have orgasms on their own, you know. If you used your fingers
like that all by yourself, you'd have a nice one too."
"That wouldn't be right. Wouldn't feel right."
"And why not?"
"Oh, I don't know. If you don't want to do it, just say so!"
"Liz, my dear. You've given me five children. I do love you, you know. Lots of women have strong sexual urges."
"But me -- those men when I was working as a whore." She shuddered.
"Maybe you've gotten over that?"
Liz was silent.
"Liz,
you love getting your husband's penis in your vagina from the rear
while you get yourself off with your fingers. You love it. Whether
you're trying to get pregnant or not. And I'm really happy for you."
"I swore I'd never like it," she said. "I was willing when we needed to do it to make babies, but I swore I'd never like it."
"You know that game where I pretend I'm a doggy? And you go behind me and, um, do that thing..."
"What thing, snuggly puff Liz?"
"It's so naughty... Well, when you actually stick it in my privates... I like it!"
"It was terribly wrong of me to do that game with you once. And once was too much."
"But daddy, I like it! I like it a lot!"
"You're very naughty."
"I know, but... your boy thing is stiff again. Nice and hard for doing naughty."
"If you didn't talk like this it wouldn't, but, you certainly are right about it, Lizzy Pumpkin..."
Lizzy got up on hands and knees. Richard got up behind her, his cock tip at her pussy opening. He hesitated.
"In? Way in, daddy dear?"
"Oh, like... this?" In one motion he surged in all the way and held still.
"Ooooo. Yes, like that!"
"OK, you satisfied?"
"No! You gotta do it again, daddy!"
"Oh, like... this?
"Yeah."
"And... this, and... this?"
"Oh, you're so nice to your naughty girl, daddy."
He pumped in and out, over and over. Then his hand felt below his cock shaft where Liz's fingers twiddled.
"Oh, dear... What are you doing, Liz? That's terribly naughty!"
"I know, daddy. I'm such a bad girl. But I can't stop, I'm so bad."
"I should punish you."
"Oh, good, daddy, punish me! Then I won't feel so guilty."
Richard pumped into her pussy and slapped her rear end with his hand, ten times.
"Faster!" said Liz.
Richard pumped faster. "Lizzy doodle bug, you know what they call a girl who does this?"
"No, daddy, what?"
"A dirty slut, Lizzy. A dirty slut!"
"Oooohhhhhh!" cried Liz, legs shaking and vagina convulsing wildly.
When she was good and satisfied, he slid out.
It wasn't a fertile time. He'd save his juice for one of his little dears.
Beautiful
Lisa was on the cusp, the pubic hairs just starting to appear. He had
an obsession with little Lisa, hoping somehow that if he fucked her and
seeded her enough, if he possessed her enough sexually, maybe her body
would figure it didn't need to change to attract men and she wouldn't
grow up. Crazy idea, of course.
"Daddy," said Liz, still in character.
"Is my butt too fat? For a widdle girly?"
Richard chuckled, then laughed out loud. Liz joined him as they hugged.
"No, dear," said Richard. "It's just perfect. Just perfect for you, Lizzy my darling pup."
When
a girl's breasts became visible or she grew downy pubic hair, it was
time for her to graduate from the club. They were sad about that, so
Richard rented an apartment in the same building and designated it the
Alumnae Club. The first graduating class was Ruth, Katy, and Lisa, so
they could form the nucleus of that club. Richard never went there,
though. Mrs. Smith provisioned it.
New members were recruited to
replace the old. The club varied in size from 2 to 7. That high number
was justified by a couple girls who could only come once a week.
Richard
reflected that he had despaired of ever knowing sex or of having
children. He now had 10 children, 6 of them boys to carry on the family
name. He loved his own daughters, but never felt anything sexual for
them. They were just sweet girls, and he actually enjoyed the contrast
in feelings, to know that ordinary parental interest was part of his
make-up when they were his own daughters.
And he had other
little girls to screw whenever he wanted. And they were not distressed
or even sullen little girls. Girls who maybe didn't like the sex all
that much, but who loved him for everything else he did for them and
for all they got to do with the other girls.
When
his second son Samuel was 12, Richard noticed he was good with kids.
But then he noticed that he was much better with girls than boys. At 14
Samuel paid no attention to girls his age but stayed fixed on the
smaller girls. And then when Samuel was 16 he saw just one brief sight
that convinced him. Samuel's little sister's friend Amelia, 7 years
old. He happened to see Samuel as he was looking at little Amelia,
thinking no one was watching. And that look in his eyes -- he knew it.
It was love.
Samuel had inherited his father's unfortunate sexual taste.
It
took a while for Samuel to agree to come with him to this mysterious
"club". He'd told the three girls who were going to come that day to
pretend nothing with sex ever happened, and it was just a club for
playing.
Samuel was surprised, but then began playing with the
girls. Just as Richard had suspected, the girls loved Samuel. And when
he interviewed them later, the girls agreed that he was so nice they
would be happy to spread their legs and let Samuel do his boy thing in
their vaginas.
"Let
me tell you something, son," Richard said, as he and Samuel walked.
"None of your brothers and sisters know this, and you've got to keep it
a secret."
"Sure, dad."
"The world thought I married your
mother, and of course I did, but my lover was Aunt Emily. Starting when
she was 7 or 8 years old."
Samuel's pace faltered momentarily.
"And
while I've managed to do what it takes to give your mother children,
I've never really enjoyed it. When Aunt Emily got too old, we started
this club. The initiation rite for this club is, well, letting me be
their lover."
"Yeah, right," said Samuel with disbelief.
"Now,
I can't really tell for sure, but in some ways you remind me a lot of
myself when I was your age. Enjoying playing with younger girls.
Enjoying it a whole lot. Not having much enthusiasm for girls my age.
Does that sound familiar, son?"
"Hmmm. I'll have to think about it, dad. I'm not sure."
Entirely
reasonable caution, thought Richard. "So, when we go to the club
tomorrow, if one of the little girls asks you if you'd like to go the
bedroom with her, she's not kidding."
As they went to the club, Samuel kept telling Richard that he was too old to fall for a joke like this.
But
when little Molly whispered something in Sam's ear and went into the
bedroom, Samuel paled but went with her, shutting the door behind him.
When he emerged, Samuel looked like he'd died and gone to heaven.
From then on they alternated days at the club, father and son.
The
girls reported that Samuel was different. He wanted to do all of them,
and most of them twice, in a single 2-hour session. Ah, the hormones of
youth. But the girls were happy to do it, and besides, he usually
didn't take very long. And the rest of the time he was almost as nice
and fun as Richard.
Samuel would have a better start in life
than Richard did. He had brothers to carry on the family name, so he
had no need for a marriage that stretched the limits of his desire
unless he wanted one. But the club, he had the club. Would he want to
settle down with a girl like Emily some day, if it could be arranged?
He was still just 17 years old. Time would tell.
Richard's
father in his dotage was pleased. He had many grandchildren to carry on
the James name, and under Richard's leadership, secretly inspired by
the muse of sexy little girls and little girl sex, the company was
thriving. Both Marvin and Samuel showed signs of interest in the
business and the right temperament and skills.