CRISPR Makes Customized Pedo Playmates
by Sterling
It
was a textbook SWAT bust. Marin County, California, wasn't a usual
location, but the procedures were pretty standard everywhere. It was a
complex with 3 connected buildings. After surrounding the place, a few
police in body armor broke down the door to each building in turn and
entered, weapons drawn. There was no resistance.
The people they
found were 9 frightened children ranging in age from 11 on down, and
one very pregnant woman of very limited intellect.
There were no
illegal drugs. There was a large and sophisticated chemistry lab, but
it was not for making meth -- the experts who were called in realized
before long that it was a lab for genetic engineering and in vitro
fertilization.
It took them an hour to find the long escape
tunnel, ending far outside their perimeter, along with evidence that it
had been used recently. Two getaway cars were long gone.
All of
the children were girls. The child protection people determined that
they were in good physical health. Aside from the anxiety induced by
the raid, they seemed in good condition psychologically as well. They
were all adamant that they wanted to stay together as a group, and as
the main residence building had everything children needed, the
authorities decided to bring in a couple of adult live-in foster
parents supervised by a child protection worker, and leave them where
they were while the system determined their fate.
The girls told
a consistent story about the people who had fled. There were three men
Bob, Kyle, and Lewis, aged roughly 25, 35, and 65, respectively. There
was a woman Rachel who served as a cook and maid and a woman Julia who
was sort of like a nanny. And there was Alison, who like Maria was none
too smart but not to their knowledge currently pregnant.
None of
them matched descriptions of missing children. None reported memories
of living anywhere else. The older ones remembered that Maria and
Alison were the mothers of the younger girls, and the adults had
assured the older girls that they were also their daughters.
The interviewers saved questions about sex for last, but the girls didn't wait on procedure.
The
plan was that while each girl was interviewed in turn, Detective Carl
Jones and the Protection worker Leah Schwartz waited with the other
eight. They had started their interviews with the oldest girl.
After
she had been gone ten minutes, 8-year-old Kyla called out to Carl, "Can
you do it to me, please? I'm getting uncomfortable."
Leah said, "Do what, honey? What do you want him to do to you?"
"You know, sex."
Leah got a very earnest expression on her face and took Kyla's hand. "What do you mean by sex?"
Kyla looked at her like she had a screw loose. "Stick his penis in my vagina."
Leah swallowed. "Has anyone done that to you?"
"Uh, of course. Lewis, Kyle and Bob all did. All the time."
Leah and Carl exchanged alarmed looks.
"They do it to all of us," said 7-year-old Liz.
"Oh, dear," said Leah. "Oh, dear. Well, you're safe now. No one will ever do it to you again."
"Huh?" said Kyla. "I've got to get it, or I get sick."
"Me too," said 6-year-old Sarah.
"And the rest of us would be sad if we didn't," put in 9-year-old Kim.
Leah
said, "Listen, girls. I don't know what those men told you, but you do
not have to put up with sex. Girls don't need to have sex. You're free
of all that now."
There was a chorus of protests.
Carl said to Leah, "This is more than we can handle. I've got to report this and get some extra help."
"Right," said Leah.
He took out his cell phone and made a call.
More people came. They divided the girls up into groups of 3 or 4, roughly by age, and brought each group to a separate room.
11-year-old Martha returned from her interview and formed a group with Kyla and Kim.
As
the hours went by, Kyla started crying and got a fever. She stripped
and lay on a sofa with her legs apart. The adults discouraged such a
display, but decided it wasn't vital.
Martha protested
consistently but politely about no sex for Kyla, but Kim was not so
well behaved. The girls all agreed, Kyla needed sex. She needed a man
to stick his penis in her and ejaculate. The social workers and
everyone else who was informed of this were of course horrified. While
the adults did nothing, Martha lay beside Kim and tried to comfort her.
While dealing with the increasingly irate Kim, the adults didn't notice
right away when Martha slipped three fingers into Kyla's vagina and
thrust them in and out vigorously. When they did notice, they made her
stop.
"Thanks for trying," moaned Kyla.
Kyla's condition
worsened. They took her off to the hospital by ambulance. Martha and
Kim were beside themselves with grief as they took her away.
It
was a conference call involving medical experts from the Marin County
and California state police, the CDC, and the world-class specialist
doctors at UCSF. Joining late was a scientific liaison to the Marin
County police.
"Obviously we performed every test we could think
of. It was closest to an auto-immune reaction, but like nothing we've
ever seen."
"There was no sign of sexual trauma, but her vagina
seems fully mature, though she has no other signs of puberty. There was
semen in her from three different men..."
"We've conducted an autopsy. Nothing is out of the ordinary."
"This
just in -- an email message. 'I'm the guy from the Marin house. The
girls are genetically engineered. Some of them need sex or they will
get sick and die. Trust us! Kyla especially -- oh God I hope it's not
too late. And Sarah -- don't delay with Sarah either. If I thought
turning myself in could save them, I'd do it -- but I don't believe for
a moment it would help.' "
"The equipment in the house does seem to be state-of-the-art genetic engineering, CRISPR included."
The
Sheriff thought a moment. He had daughters. The life of 6-year-old
Sarah was in danger. He was a man of action. While the others droned
on, he muted his phone and made a call to the head detective on-site at
the compound.
"John."
"Yes, Chief."
"The girl died."
"Oh, sorry to hear it."
"Thanks, yeah. Listen, the girls seem to be engineered freaks. If they say they want sex, we've got to get them sex."
There was silence.
"Hello?"
"I heard you. But... How can that be right? It's totally illegal, morally wrong, disgusting..."
"I
know," said the chief. It was all those things, and a surge of nausea
went through him. "But there's a girl who needed sex, and now she's
dead. The girls all knew it. The experts knew nothing. And we got an
email that is probably genuine from one of the guys who set this whole
thing up. He said the girls need sex. Sarah's the one in danger now --
she's six."
The chief heard John sigh. "But, how the hell do we do that?"
"We do it quietly. With no records. No paper trail."
"Who's going to want to have sex with a 6-year-old?"
"I
don't know. You could start by having a guy go in and face 6-year-old
Sarah. Listen to her beg for sex, and realize that if no one does it
she'll die. Pretend she's a midget. I don't know -- just get it done!"
"Uh, shit, man. I don't know..."
"Listen, John. We'll protect whoever does it, right? Competing harms? Do it!"
He stabbed his finger against his phone to end the call.
John
himself came in to the room where Sarah lay on the bed, looking
fevered. Liz sat on one side, 8-year-old Chloe on the other. The Child
Services woman saw him enter and walked quickly to the bed, pulling a
sheet up over Sarah's exposed lower parts.
He spoke to the woman, "I need to be alone with the girls."
"That is against procedure, and you know it."
"Yes, I do know it. But this is a police emergency. It is not negotiable." He grabbed her arm firmly.
As she continued to hold his gaze, he squeezed harder.
"If you order me too..."
"I order you to. Right now."
He released the woman, who gave him a murderous look and left.
He quickly went to the door and closed it.
"Oh, God, please, do it to me!" said Sarah, exposing her lower parts.
"Yeah, you gotta!" said Liz.
"You really, really want this?" said John, voice cracking.
All three left no doubt that she did.
"What are your names?"
They told him. Liz started to undo his belt buckle, but John waved her away. He quickly stripped from the waist down.
His cock was not at all stiff.
Liz
then took it in her mouth. He pushed her away. A surge of fear went
through him. "Chloe, you go to the door and don't let anyone in." These
doors didn't lock.
Chloe went.
"OK," he said to Liz,
uncertainly. She approached again, and he closed his eyes. Imagine it's
a woman, he told himself. It felt good. Very good. His cock got hard.
"So now stick it in her," urged Chloe.
And there was a little kid, legs spread wide. His erection started to soften.
"Use your mouth again, honey," he said to Liz. "I'm not used to this... I'm going to close my eyes, OK?"
"OK," said Liz.
He
was hard seconds later, and with his eyes squeezed shut he approached
Sarah and did his best to mount her by his memory of where she was.
"Help me in," he said.
Liz was instantly at his side, small hand guiding his shaft.
"OK, push..." she said.
He pushed. Moist tissues gave way. And inside was hot. Hot as in temperature. Yeah, she had a fever.
"Oh, come quick," said Liz. "Get deep, then come quick!"
The
situation was totally strange. It was not helped when the voice from
the person he was fucking said, "Oh, please, please!" and it was
obviously the voice of a child.
But it was a pussy -- a very nice, hot, slick pussy -- and there was his boss's order in his ears.
It
took him maybe 30 seconds, and then he lunged deep and ejaculated. He
stayed as quiet as he could. He shouldn't be enjoying this -- but it
really was a magnificent orgasm.
"Oh, God," said Sarah. "Oh, God, God, thank you so much!"
He opened his eyes as he was pulling out and wished he hadn't. He'd just fucked a 6-year-old.
"Thank you," said Liz. "Thank you so much."
"Yeah, you're welcome," mumbled John.
"Bob
and Kyle and Lewis just did it all the time -- we're not used to all
you folks from the outside who think it's wrong. We need it. Well, some
of us really need it, and some just like it."
"I need more," moaned Sarah. "That helps a lot, but I need more. It's been too long."
"Do you?" said Liz. "Then we'd better get you more." She looked at John.
John had made himself decent again, and Chloe chimed in from the door. "She's right."
He
thought about it. "Girls, all the rest of us guys are used to doing it
with grown women. Not little girls. It doesn't turn us on. So if I
bring a guy in here with a blindfold on, could you do your best to act
like women -- and above all, don't talk. And please don't tell anyone
about what happened here. About any of this."
"Hey, Bill," said John, addressing one of his detectives. "You like pussy, don't you?"
"Uhhhh," said Bill.
John remembered. Bill was serious about his religion. No time for the complications.
He wandered casually outside and found Mark.
"You like pussy, right?" he said.
"Um, sure thing, boss."
"I've got a job for you. "
He led him inside and put a blindfold on him. "It's OK," he said in response to Mark's questioning look.
"When
you open the door, there will be a couple women inside. They won't say
anything, but do what they show you. You're going to end up in a pussy.
Bareback. Don't pull out."
A small hand took Mark's and led him into the room.
Hands undid his pants and pulled them and his underpants down. He stepped out of them.
A mouth enveloped his floppy cock. Whoa!
His cock got hard quickly.
The
small hand led him forward and had him climb onto a bed. There was a
girl up here somewhere. He reached out to feel the girl, but the small
hand took his firmly and put it on the bed, away from flesh.
He couldn't help feeling thighs under his own as he lowered himself. They were skinny thighs.
A
small hand held his cock and he pressed forward. His cock tip found
moist flesh. As he pressed forward it gave way easily. He was then in a
very tight, very hot, very slick pussy. He pressed in all the way and
started humping. It felt fantastic! He could have come easily, but he'd
spent the last few years learning not to come too quick. And he wanted
to make it last for himself too.
After a few minutes of earnest,
sweet fucking, he heard whimpering, a gasp, and felt faint contractions
around his cock. The woman came!
Now it was time to finish up --
and her orgasm was so hot it would be hard to hold back anyway. Thirty
seconds later he lunged deep with a big, "Oh, yes!" and ejaculated.
He
was tempted to pull the blindfold off, but resisted. He dismounted,
cock pulling free. He heard rustling and then someone kissed his cheek.
Someone else kissed his other cheek, and there was giggling. Definitely
the giggling of girls, not women.
They helped him get dressed, and showed him out of the room.
"Hope that wasn't too painful," said John as he took the blindfold off.
Mark grinned, then sobered. "They're the girls, aren't they? The ones we found here?"
John looked at him and said, "Whatever makes you think that? I would never have you do something illegal." He then winked.
Hushed
conversations were held in the police department. Trusted members were
invited to consider a hypothetical. What if you had to do a small girl
to save her life? Some thought they could do it. Some were invited to
the house.
Martha was actually 11, but she didn't look it. She had no hint of sexual development.
Paul
was nervous but happy to see her. He actually thought girls her age
were the sexiest of all, though he could never admit that. When the
subject came up at headquarters, he'd made sure to seem skeptical,
before allowing maybe he could manage it. Apparently ordinary guys
could get it up for girls her age too so volunteering shouldn't blow
his cover.
Martha was pretty, but what was astonishing was how
friendly she was, how affectionate, how sincerely delighted she seemed
to stroke the front of his pants gently. She was eager to kiss, to
slide his hand up under her shirt, to sigh appreciatively as he
caressed her flat chest.
And when they were both naked and he
was mounting her, there was no doubt that she wanted his penis more
than anything. Wanted it inside her vagina.
When he slid into
her magnificent pussy she gasped. Her hands were all over his back and
chest, her feet resting gently on his lower back.
How was this
possible? His whole life he'd fantasized about this, but knew it was
just fantasy. To have sex with a flat-chested girl? To slide his penis
between truly hairless little labia? Impossible! If it did happen, he
knew the girl would be confused or unhappy or in pain. But... this was
really happening!
The deeper and faster and harder he thrust,
the more she seemed to like it. In under a minute she squeezed hard
with her pussy and gasped with orgasm.
He kept pumping, enjoying
the slack face of a satisfied girl. But she didn't stay in afterglow
for long. Her urgent desire became apparent again. He felt great when
his thrusts sent her into orgasm again.
She sensed his building
excitement and he knew that she wanted him to finish taking her, to
come in her pussy, and she wanted it to be a fantastic experience for
him. And every step of the way it was, all the way to her own orgasm
which started a fraction of a second before his, her pussy gripping him
tightly. And indeed he had never felt so completely at one with the
universe as when his straining cock urgently spat blobs of cum deep
into her pussy.
When they had calmed down, she said, "You're different from the others," gently playing with his hair.
"Uh, no!" he said, alarmed. "Whatever you do, don't tell anyone that!"
"Oh, OK," said Martha, looking a bit confused.
"Promise? It's really important. Don't say anyone is like the 3 guys who left."
The
authorities decided that "Lewis" was actually the world-class genetic
engineer Jason Harding, who had resigned from his research center 15
years before and been seen only occasionally at conferences. He had
completely disappeared from sight after the Marin County raid. He had
never married, and investigation revealed that he had had no known
relationships with either men or women.
They had no clues as to
the identities of the other men or women, nor any leads on where to
find them. After the one urgent email, which had come in over TOR,
nothing more had been heard.
The basic outlines of the men's
genetic engineering operation came into focus. Where they got the germ
lines was not clear. But they then worked with CRISPR, inserting the
sexual traits they desired. They then inserted the zygote into one of
the retarded women at the right time of month, who brought the baby to
term and nursed it lovingly.
The girls reported that a few times
one of the retarded women got pregnant and her belly swelled, but then
she lost the baby. Whenever one of them went into labor, she was taken
away and sequestered with the grown-ups for many hours. Usually she
eventually emerged with a new baby girl for their group, but sometimes
the grown-ups told them the baby had died.
The natural
assumption was that the three men were pedophiles and had created the
girls for their sexual pleasure. There was some controversy over why
the girls got sick if they didn't have sex. Some thought it was just an
accident -- presumably the frequency that Kyla and Sarah required sex
was not intentional. But the prevailing view came to be that it was
intentional. It meant some men were definitely going to be having sex
with a child.
The girls vanished. The rumor was that the CIA wanted to study them. The rumor was correct.
Shortly
after, an attorney representing Julia, the nanny, inquired if she could
perhaps rejoin the children without legal repercussions. She had bonded
with the older children as babies, before the sexual nature of the
experiments became apparent. While they troubled her, her love for the
children had kept her from making a report and disrupting everything.
She would fully cooperate with investigators, though she didn't know
much. The request was handed up to higher and higher levels until it
vanished into the CIA. But the word came back and went down the chain.
The girls had often asked after Julia and mourned her absence, so the
CIA agreed to let her return.
In a secure CIA facility, niceties
of the law and public relations mattered far less. They had found out
too late that Kyla needed sex a lot. They got to Sarah in time. They
could do what they needed to keep the girls alive, but still they
hesitated before allowing any more sex than that.
Martha claimed she needed it too, and rather than take chances they got men to do her.
The
truth was that the girls themselves didn't really know who might need
sex over the course of weeks or months. Before the raid, one of the
three men had been doing them at least once a week since their vaginas
reached maturity around the age of three.
Stacy at 4 years old
was as eager for sex as the rest of them, and she sulked in frustration
when no one would do it to her. But after two weeks she started getting
sick. They got someone to fuck her.
Stacy had a quirk. She felt
sexual desire but no sexual pleasure for most of the act. But when
semen flooded into her vagina, she immediately went into a stupendous
orgasm.
Eventually the CIA realized that they might as well take
full advantage of these unusual girls. The rules were different here.
If they wanted sex, they'd let them have sex.
When asked, the girls were very open about describing what made every girl different. Experiments confirmed what the girls said.
Part
of what the CIA wanted to study was how the girls related sexually to
men. They recruited men who could happily have sex with small girls
from the beginning. While some men who preferred adult women could
happily do this, the natural class they were looking for were
pedophiles -- men who faced a lifetime of sexual frustration if they
didn't become child sex abusers. Now there was a golden opportunity.
Work for the CIA, and get to spend "quality time" with the Marin County
sisters. And the CIA knew many things that ordinary law enforcement did
not. They knew how to find many pedophiles.
Chloe
loved anal. People swore she could squeeze with her rectum, not just
her anus. The minute a cock penetrated her anus, she started coming. As
the cock went in and out, she just kept coming and coming and coming.
Her vagina worked just fine too. She never came that way, but she was
happy to take it to make a man happy. She was a great girl for double
penetration if two guys wanted to do her at once.
Five-year-old
Melody was the strangest of the lot. She loved to give oral sex. She
had a clitoris on the roof of her mouth -- which maybe explained why
her speech was as little off. A penis thrusting into her mouth could
make her come. Semen freshly released into her mouth always sent her
over the edge. Down below she had another clitoris -- but no vaginal
opening at all. She was an excellent partner for men who liked 69 --
she got sexual pleasure from both ends. One other quirk she had was
that whenever she came, her urinary sphincter relaxed and she peed.
Some men loved to kneel in a bathtub and enjoy her tongue. They enjoyed
watching or feeling how at the height of their orgasm, she'd have one
too and the pee would gush out.
Kim would happily spread her
legs and let a man do her missionary style but felt little pleasure
herself. But she loved to get it doggy style. As soon as the cock
surged into her from the rear, she'd start coming. When she came, her
pussy contracted strongly in rhythmic waves. As long as the guy kept
thrusting, she'd just keep coming and coming.
Not all the girls
had "special powers". Martha and Liz didn't. Neither did Sarah or the
late Kyla -- except for the at-best-mixed blessing of needing sex to
stay healthy -- a potent justification for men if they were beset by
moral doubts. But even the four of them had the remarkable powers of a
vagina that was fully ready, a strong interest in sex with men, and a
desire to make them happy.
When
Tina turned two and a half, she got a low-grade fever. Solution? A
skinny cock up her pussy with an ejaculation. But she got fussy a few
hours later. Repeat. As she grew into her stable pattern, they found
she needed to get it about once an hour to stay happy. That was going
to pose a logistical challenge. But it was Kim who noticed what was
different. Tina didn't get happy when the men ejaculated inside her.
She got happy as soon as the cock was inside. She stayed happy while it
was in, and even if it was withdrawn without spurting, she was happy
for a while. What she wanted was to have a cock up there. The more she
could have it, the happier she was. She could often be seen on a man's
lap, impaled on his organ as she leaned forward coloring or playing
with something at a table.
At night she lay down on her side to
sleep, then some eager pedophile got behind her and slid his cock deep
inside. Tina relaxed with pleasure. it was something like a vaginal
pacifier. The lucky man had a couple hours to feast his eyes on the
sleeping beauty while he slowly worked his cock in and out. When his
erection threatened to flag or he couldn't stand it any more, he would
give her a sweet seminal gift and then withdraw. Within an hour or two
at most, another eager man slid into bed and eased into her vagina to
make her comfortable as he lived out a heavenly dream.
Maria
gave birth to baby Theresa. Everyone held their breath. What would be
special about her? At birth she seemed completely normal -- but so had
the other girls (except Melody).
Jim
was on R&R from a CIA posting, and now he had time with the girls.
They were happiest when they could all be together, and Jim didn't mind
the other girls watching. They were all sweet and supportive. A whole
gaggle of cheerful girliness was best.
"Hi, Jim!" said Martha.
"Hi, girls!" he said. "So is there anybody who really needs it?
Sarah
was sitting on the bed cross-legged, and she stuck a finger up inside
herself and came out with a creamy finger. "Just got a nice bunch! I
always like more, but I know we need to take turns."
Kim said, "Jim, show us what you've got that we don't have."
"You can go looking," said Jim with a smile.
At
once girl hands were all over him. One palpated the front of his
trousers, another undid his belt, others raced gently over his legs and
chest. Hands tugged his shoes off, then his socks. He lay on the bed
and lifted his hips to let the girls pull his pants down and off. He
was starting to get stiff as the hands got his underpants off.
"There
it is. Your penis!" Other voices chimed in, "Cock", "Prick", "Meat".
"Don't forget the scrotum!", "Yeah, balls!", 'Testicles", "Nuts".
"You ought to let us see all of you," said Martha, tugging his T-shirt off.
He
then lay on the king-sized bed, flat on his back, arms out to the side,
legs a little apart. All around him was girl -- arms, hands, dresses,
skirts, bikinis, T-shirts, panties or little bare labia flashing now
and then, long loose hair in different hues of blond and brown. And the
faces... He knew the girls were genetically engineered, and he thought
the architects had selected well for the prettiest faces -- they were
certainly to his taste.
"Can I have a taste?" asked Sarah, looking longingly at his cock.
"Just
a little one," said Jim. "Anyone who wants a quick taste can have one.
But you've got to let me feel your pussies if you do."
"Of
course!" Sarah took his tip reverently in her mouth and sucked for ten
seconds while Jim glided his hand between her legs and cupped her
little slit. Sarah pulled off.
Martha knelt by his left
side and then lifted her right leg and held it up with her right arm,
sort of like she was a dog peeing on a tree. Jim quickly brought his
hand in to the offered snatch. He deftly spread her hairless lips with
a couple fingers and worked his middle digit right up into her vagina,
while Martha took his cock tip in her mouth. She made a luxurious
"mmmm" sound as his finger plumbed her depths. She took her mouth off
and said, "This would feel so good up there!" and then gently nipped
his cock with her teeth.
"Oooooo!" said Jim. "Sounds wonderful... But you've got to wait your turn."
Martha gave a playful pout and withdrew.
Little Stacy moved in to lick his cock once. "Yummy!" she said, and then took two inches in her mouth. Jim sighed.
"Stacy, you're supposed to let him at your pussy!" said Martha.
"Oh," she said, pulling off and then kneeling over his face.
"Very nice!" he said, opening her with one hand and sliding his little finger up into her vagina.
Down below he felt another mouth on his cock.
"Time to move on, Stacy" said a voice, pulling her out of the way.
Jim
could tell from the mop of dark brown hair that it was Chloe licking
him. Seeing that Stacy had disappeared, without removing her mouth she
pivoted her body around the fixed center defined by his penis. Her body
came into side view, covered mostly by a white sundress, and as she
kept rotating she straddled him with her knees.
Jim pulled the
sundress up out of the way and beheld her rear end. With both hands he
found her pussy parts, opened her up with the one hand and surged two
fingers deep into her girly tube.
More girls took turns. It got more and more exciting.
"Kim!" he said as she approached. "I've had enough mouth. Get up here and show me your rear end."
The blond smiled and knelt on the bed, rear end facing him.
"You still got your panties on!" said Sarah.
"That's
OK, I'll handle that," said Jim, rising on his knees behind her. It was
fun pulling the panties down to her knees and uncovering for himself
his prize.
He aimed his cock and shoved.
At once Kim
squeaked and groaned, while he felt her squeeze on his prick. He shoved
in and out. Kim gasped and sighed as her orgasm went on. She had the
most alluring alternation of squeeze and relax, squeeze and relax, just
under a second for a full cycle. It would be so easy and satisfying to
shoot his load, but...
"She gets more orgasms than anybody," groused Chloe.
"Now, now, we're all different and we can all have a really good time," chastised Martha.
"I
know," sighed Chloe. The truth was, a fair number of men didn't really
like anal, so Chloe did get the short end of the stick.
Jim pulled out and picked out the girl he wanted. "Oh, Melody, your mouth, please. But I'm not going to come."
"Oh, sure, sure, happy to. Most happy!" said little Melody.
"Sure you shouldn't have a diaper on?" asked Martha.
"I went just a little while ago, I don't have much pee. A towel should do fine."
"OK," said Martha, and Liz produced a towel, ready to put in place.
Jim
stood on the floor, and Melody knelt in front of him, taking his cock
in her mouth. She began to suck and soon began moaning. They all knew
that it wasn't just the joy of giving -- she was rubbing his cock tip
on her clitoris.
"Oh, baby, would you like me to fuck your face?" said Jim.
"Course she would," said Sarah. Melody's bright eyes confirmed it.
Jim held her face in his hands, admiring the reddish blond hair. And he pumped in and out, using shallow little strokes.
Melody sighed and moaned with increasing intensity, and Liz held the towel between her knees.
"Rgggrrghhhhh!" went Melody and shuddered.
"There she goes," said Chloe, as the orgasming girl dribbled pee down her leg and into the towel.
Jim pulled away. "Martha, Martha, can I do you Martha?"
In an instant Martha was on her back. She wore nothing but a knee-length pink skirt, which now covered her treasures.
With
greedy eyes, Jim moved into mounting position and flipped up the skirt
to reveal her flushed pussy. As he did, Martha spread her legs.
"I'm
glad you like it," he growled as his cock surged in. "But you're so
sexy I'd want to fuck you even if you were crying! I just want you so
much!"
"I'm all yours!" said Martha passionately.
"Come for me!" said Jim, pumping away.
"Oh, that won't be hard!' gasped Martha. "You're so sexy and you're doing me just right!"
"Well, then show me!" growled Jim again.
In under a minute Martha cried out and spasmed as her fingernails gently dug into his back.
It
would have been so easy to come -- so satisfying. But he had something
else in mind. He'd had his eye on the honey blond Stacy.
"Stacy, your turn!" said Jim.
"Ooo,
ooo, ooo!" cried the little girl with joyful little bounces and
prancing steps. But she lost no time spread herself out for the taking.
"Nah,
I want to do you standing up," snarled Jim, who lifted the 4-year-old
up and held her against the wall. He arranged her with her thighs
sticking straight out to the side, one of his hands under each one
pressing her pelvis back against the wall. Up above, his chest pressed
hers back against the wall. He surged his cock into the special organ
framed by his hands.
She was wet and hot and held him tight, but as he knew she didn't feel any pleasure. Not from this.
"Go
for it, Jim!" said Liz. As he looked around, the other girls were
watching. Some had their hands between their legs, idly masturbating at
the hot scene before them.
Jim looked at Stacy's face. "I'm going to come in you, Stacy. I'm going to ejaculate in your vagina. What do you think of that?"
'That...
that would be the most wonderful thing in the world!" He knew she meant
it, because it was the release of his semen inside her that would
trigger her orgasm. Nothing else would do it.
"Unnh, unnnh,
unnnh!" he growled. It was tiring holding her up like that, but his
orgasm was on its way. "Oh, yeah, yeah, take it, take it up the pussy!"
he yelled.
"I want it!" said Stacy. "Oh, please, please, do it inside me!"
"Oh, yes, yes, YES!" he yelled, pinning her with a deep thrust as his cock fired.
The
first shot made Stacy's eyes roll back in her head and made her cry
out. After each of his 4 shots she shuddered, feeling each one as
heavenly pleasure.
Breathing hard, he let his cock slide out and
let Stacy slide to the floor. He saw Martha go over to help her into a
comfortable position.
He lay back on the bed, chest heaving.
"Gah,
gah, gah!" said 9-month old Theresa, who had been watching it all with
interest from across the room. Now she crawled towards the bed.
"Oh,
the baby wants to come visit," said Liz, and lifted the little girl up.
Jim watched groggily as she zoomed in between his legs, sniffing. She
then sat down and played with his floppy cock, which had a thin coating
of the afterslurp of sex. She tested it with her tongue, then licked.
She cooed and licked again.
From the first it felt different,
and Jim concentrated to find out what it was. It wasn't arousal. But he
felt rested and relaxed. As he looked at the girls around him, with
some pussies in view and others obscured, he felt his desire rise
again. He would never recover this fast ordinarily.
"Hey, look, he's stiff again."
"Yeah,
not just stiff, but horny!" he said. "Where's my little Tina?" He felt
recovered sexually, but still a bit tired physically. He lay on his
back, cock stiff.
The little girl pranced over and climbed onto the bed.
"Let
me help you on," said Liz, holding the little girl up in the air above
Jim's stiff cock, positioning the little girl's pussy opening right
above it, getting the cock started inside, and letting her slowly slide
down on it to impale herself.
"Oh, oh, that's so nice!" she said.
"Wonderful," said Jim. Hands behind his head, he gazed at the beautiful little girl with the bright gray eyes and the dimples.
"Oooo!"
she said, lifting herself up an inch, then sliding back down again. She
just looked very happy to have captured the stiff penis she wanted and
have it filling her up in such a satisfying way.
After ten minutes, his physical strength returned to match his desire, he said, "Liz, I want you!"
"OK!" Helpful girls removed Tina, who just said, "Happy, happy, happy!"
"From the rear!"
"Ooooo, great!' Liz said, presenting herself.
Jim
rose to his knees and got behind the girl. He gathered up her light
brown hair into a ponytail, then released it. So beautiful... But there
between her legs, at the center of her cute little behind, was her
pussy.
He aimed and thrust, surging inside. It felt fantastic. He grappled her hips and pounded in and out emphatically.
"Oooo, I'm going to come so soon," said Liz.
"Good,
good... me too!" he said. His desire and sensitivity was like he hadn't
come in two days. "Oh, yeah, baby, you lovely Liz, I'm going to give it
to you!"
"Arrggghhh!" groaned Liz, and he felt her pussy squeeze around him.
Jim
slowed his pace and pulled out most of the way, then surged in all the
way. He repeated five times, and on the fifth, he ejaculated in a haze
of ecstasy.
Tired, he lay back down.
"Nadi, nadi, nadi!"
said Theresa, approaching his floppy cock again. Once again she licked,
and once again he noticed himself recovering.
"She's -- she's like magic!" he said. "That's what Theresa does, I guess... She gets guys ready to go again right away?"
"Really?" "Huh?" "Wow!" "Oh, you dear little Theresa", said the girls.
His
lust rekindled, he looked at Chloe. She loved it up the ass and after
two vaginal orgasms he figured he'd do her. He gave her a smoldering
look.
"Me?" she said.
He nodded.
Cooing with delight and anticipation, Chloe presented her rear end.
"Ah, guide me in," he said to Martha.
She was there at once and he pressed hard. It wasn't a pussy, but the girl's butt hole expanded easily to accommodate him.
As
soon as he surged in, Chloe gasped and babbled, "Oh, God, that's so
nice, I love it, oooo, more, more... I love you... oh, thank you, thank
you..."
After two minutes of giving the girl her continuous
orgasm, his own was upon him. His innards called forth a few more dribs
of sperm for inner Chloe.
He pulled back and flopped on his back once more.
Once more Theresa headed in.
"It's kind of dirty, now, Theresa honey," said Liz.
But the little girl was undeterred and unfazed by any strange odor or taste. "Mmmm!" she said, licking Jim clean.
Once more his cock sprang back to life, and he found another girl to fuck hard.
With
Theresa's restorative efforts, he came in every one of the little girls
-- except Theresa herself. They were letting Theresa grow up before
getting her pussy involved.
As he prepared to leave, he looked at the wonder baby once again.
She looked up at him, legs spread wide, and puckered her lips. A kiss? She wanted a kiss?
Jim sat beside her and gently reached over and gave her a sweet kiss on the lips.
When he drew back, she said, "Gaaa! Yaa, yaa, yaa!" puckering her lips again.
He kissed her again, then withdrew.
"Ooooo, oooo, oooo," said Theresa with greater urgency.
The third time their lips met, Theresa shuddered, groaned and lay back, a big smile on her face, panting.
"Kissing?" said Martha in hushed tones. "She comes from kissing on the lips?"
"Seems like it," said Liz.
And
so the mystery of Theresa's gift was resolved. She restored men quickly
after orgasm, and for her own pleasure -- a kiss! Of course there might
be other mysteries revealed as she grew older -- no one knew for sure.
A
travesty. A gross violation of human dignity. A foreshadowing of
eugenics. Totally disgusting. Dr. Harding had genetically engineered an
array of small girls who both needed and craved sex with adult men.
But
they seemed happy. And for the lucky pedophiles who got to visit them
with the blessing of the CIA, they were like a gift from God.