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Subject: {ASSM} Wearing Little Wives (SciFi, Mg, Mf, pedo, lolita)
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Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2011 14:10:02 -0500
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Author: Sterling
Title: Wearing Little Wives
Summary: In a different world, girls starting at one
year old crave and need a penis inside them most of
the time. They are sex-craved little darlings.
Keywords: ScFi, Mg, Mf, pedo, lolita

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.
 
First posted 9/25/2009, new header added 8/26/2010.
 
I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed.
Comments to sterling27@live.com.
 
I have written many other stories and they can all be found at 
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You are welcome to copy this story if you include the entire
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Sterling
 
And now, our feature presentation.  Enjoy!
 
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Wearing Little Wives

My name is Mark and I am 40 now.  I decided to write down what
happened yesterday so I can remember these precious times later.
Katy is still sleeping this morning so it is a good time.

In the middle of the night I had woken feeling my penis rock-hard
inside her, wanting her badly, and had gently pushed her onto her
back, and slid in and out gently but with exquisite pleasure.
Katy is a sound sleeper, and she didn't wake up for most of it.
But she cried out softly as she came and woke long enough to
groggily smile at me and give me a little squeeze with her arms
to match the squeeze she had reflexively given with her vagina.
I took the opportunity to pull out of her and switch positions so
I was spooned against her back and inserted myself inside her
from the rear.  As she felt me glide in again she fell back to
sleep and I must have just a few moments later.

I could sense the dimmest gray outside hinting at the approaching
dawn as I drifted from sleep to half-sleep.  Katy was massaging
my penis with her supple, firm vagina and it was getting fully
erect again.  She made little ragged sounds as she got more
excited.  It only took her a few seconds once I was fully hard.
She didn't cry out, but I could feel a shudder in her body, and
then she drifted off immediately to sleep.  I didn't come myself,
but that was OK.

I woke before Katy.  Being a child she naturally slept more than
I did.  The sun wasn't on us, but its light gave a warm glow to
the room.  I reflected on just how much I loved Katy.  There was
her perfect naked back, shoulder, and neck.  Her wavy blond hair
partly covering her innocent face.  Her perfect skin and her
little girl smell.  Katy was five, and it was amazing how fast
she had grown in the four years we had been married.  I felt like
peeing, but if I withdrew my penis from Katy for even an instant
she would wake up.  Like all girls, she could only be relaxed and
truly content with a penis inside her.  I maneuvered into
position a screen on a flexible arm so I could read the morning
news, email, and reports.  She must have been tired, because I
worked a full hour before I felt her firm squeezes on my penis:
one, two three.    By our code that meant she wanted me to do her
hard and fast.  I took ten seconds to finish what I was looking
at, as my penis revved up to full hardness.  Looking over her
shoulder I could see her smiling a little as she tried to pretend
she was still asleep.  I started pumping her from the rear,
quickly building to the furious deep almost violent banging she
loved sometimes.  She scrunched up her face and shrieked as she
came, and I growled and then gave a big "Unnnh!".  We lay panting
for a while.

We always tried to give each other warning before we
disconnected.  I said "Ready?" and at her nod I pulled out.  We
piled out of bed and into the shower together.  As I felt the
warm water I let loose and peed, playfully hitting Katy's tummy
with the stream, then down where her labia were.  She giggled and
hugged up against me and let her own stream go, which sprang out
an inch onto my thigh.  It all washed away quickly as we did the
basics of a quick shower.  We both toweled dry, I did her back
and she did mine, then back in the bedroom we dressed.  She sat
beside me at breakfast, which Martha served us.  At this age she
could do fine without me for an hour, and was OK for a couple,
but being connected still felt best to her.  So after breakfast
we took our spot in the living room.  I sat first.  The front of
my comfortable trousers easily opened to expose not just my penis
but a few inches on either side, enough for scrotum and pubic
hair.  The penis was a little soft, but Katy knew what to do.
She took the tip lovingly in her mouth as she massaged my
scrotum, and as usual the sensations together with the sight of
my little Katy's blond head attending to me did the trick.
Within half a minute I was all hard, and she pulled off, patted
it gently and said "There you go, Mr. Penis".  She then turned
around and sat on my lap.  She was wearing a dress with no
panties, and from long practice she easily slid my penis into her
as she sat.  Now she was comfortable again, and I read her a
story. She was starting to learn to read herself, and she looked
on attentively.  We then got ready for our "work".  She lifted
herself off me, and after getting the relevant items she sat down
again, impaling herself again but facing me this time.  The seat
we were on had a back for each of us to lean against.  She had a
flexible screen she put against my chest, and I had one I put
against hers, and we both had keyboards.  It was sometimes funny
to look down at the screen on our chest and get an upside-down
look at what the other was watching.  We both had our earpieces.

After some morning mail and news I had an hour's meeting coming
up, and I asked Katy if she wanted sex then or could she wait an
hour.  She was busy with her game and absentmindedly said later
would be fine.  As the meeting wore on, though, I started feeling
her ever so slowly pulling up so my penis moved just a tiny bit
inside her, then falling back down.  She would pause just long
enough that I couldn't really accuse her of distracting me.  But
she also knew that I found that highly stimulating.  If she had
just started being explicitly sexual, like bouncing up and down,
she knew I would give her a stern expression and send her out to
play.  But here she could act quite innocent, looking at her
screen as she did it.  Instead of sending her off the sensations
built gradually but powerfully and then I wanted her.  So at a
point when I didn't think I would be needed for a while in the
meeting, I lifted her partly off my lap and looked at her with
just a touch of exasperation.  She tried to look innocent, but
she couldn't really hide her delight that her stratagem had
worked.  Holding her off my lap a few inches so I had room to
maneuver I started thrusting in and out fast and deep.  She
shifted so my pubic bone was pressing against her clitoris on
each stroke, and she closed her eyes and went slack with building
pleasure.  I was almost ready to come when I heard the voice in
my ear.  "So, Mark, is that plan OK with you?"  It was
frustrating to be brought back from the brink of orgasm.  I
couldn't at the moment give a considered judgment as to whether I
liked "the plan" or not.  Oh well, this happened a fair amount.
So I turned on the mic long enough to say, a little sheepishly,
"Excuse me a minute, but Katy is frisky just now."  They all
laughed; they mostly had little wives on their laps too.  But I
turned the earpiece off and returned my attention to my Katy,
thrusting in as fast and deep as I could.  She had an orgasm, and
seconds later I had mine, and kept thrusting until I was fully
satisfied and spent.  She wanted to collapse on my chest, but I
told her I needed to get back to my meeting and she had to go.
She didn't complain.  She knew she should have thought of her
need before the meeting started.  She lifted herself off me and
went out to play, carrying a little of my semen to fortify her
for the next couple hours as she got her exercise and played with
the other kids.  I returned to the call, and had them repeat some
of the details I had missed as Katy was arousing me with her tiny
motion, and then I offered my opinion.

When I heard Katy running into the house I started fondling
myself to get an erection, and my penis was ready by the time it
was needed. I heard the toilet flush, and seconds later Katy
galloped around the corner and launched herself at me.  In the
fraction of a second between the time she lifted her dress and
descended on me I could see a couple drops of pee on her labia.
She hadn't wiped herself.  Opinion was divided on how important
that was.  I didn't mind, since there were other fluids oozing
around down there anyway, and it didn't irritate her skin or
mine.  As my penis filled her up I could feel her body relax and
see a big smile come to her face.  She reached up to kiss me
before snuggling against my chest.  She was in a dazed half-sleep
until we got up for lunch a half hour later.

----------------
As in so many of his installations, Smith made trouble
reproducing a major premise.  Girls needed constant sex of some
sort from the time they were born or their bodies would forget to
have puberty.  He changed the men to be attracted to little girls
as well as women, and changed girls so that with appropriate
encouragement they had mature vaginas and libidinal energies by
age one.

It's hard for a man to do much physical labor while "wearing"
girl on his penis most of the time, so most of the labor fell to
men in their 20s, neuter females, and older women who still
enjoyed their husband's attentions but didn't need them any more.
 For a young man, distinguishing himself in work in his 20s was a
major factor in finding a good wife.

A little background on Mark's family at the time he wrote this:
He was 40, married to the five-year-old Katy.  She had two
brothers.  Will was 14 and Sam was 10.  Her mother Michelle was
about 30, still spending much of her time physically attached to
Katy's father Kyle, aged 58.  Mark  had been living with the
family since Katy was born.

Also in the family was Martha, Michelle's neuter sister.  Without
constant sexual attention, girls quickly turned into neuters.
But even with good care about 20% still did.  Martha had done so
at age six, leading as usual in such cases to her divorce.  A
neuter girl no longer wanted anything to do with sex or even
close touch with her husband.  Her vagina fused shut and she
never went through puberty.  The husband and neuter wife shared
little but their failure, so the husband usually drifted away.
The neuters usually stayed with their families, working in the
home or outside.  Neuters never felt the passion for life that
others sometimes did, and they were often mildly depressed.  This
was another of Smith's subtle manipulations, so that no girl
would actively want to become a neuter.

-----------------
Mark's day continues:

One bit of wisdom for keeping girls from going neuter is to let
them have as much sex as they want.  On sunny warm days pairs of
husbands and young wives usually congregated in the park by the
river, though in inclement weather there were similar indoor
spaces.  I had first taken Katy to this park a year or so before
to see what she thought.  Many girls just look and quickly lose
interest.  Katy was fascinated from the start.  You might call
what she was looking at husband-swapping.  If one of the other
dads looked good to a girl, he would usually accept her proposal
and have sex with her.  The girl would look as this new man and
new penis descended on and into her, but would also be clutching
her husband's hand and looking back and forth between the comfort
of her husband and the excitement of her lover.  The lover's
child wife would not be thrilled but would wait close by.  But
often a straight swap worked, so the two men would mount the two
girls lying on their backs side by side.  Glances would go back
and forth as each girl reassured herself by her husband's
presence, and each husband wanted to check that his wife was OK.
But if she was, he also felt the excitement of plunging into
another girl, with her slightly different personality, different
body, and different rhythm -- but ending with coming and shooting
his semen up inside her.

Yesterday in the park there were a dozen different couples.
Shortly after we arrived we swapped with one couple where the
mutual interest was almost electric.  The man was a little heavy,
and the girl was dark-skinned and dark-haired and much older than
Katy, maybe 10.  She wanted to be taken from the rear, which I
was delighted to do.  I kept pressing in a little farther each
time to see how deep she would want me to go.  When I was finally
in as far as I could go I just barely felt the tip of my penis
touching the end of her vagina.  The instant that happened she
started on a big orgasm which kept going and going until I came
myself, utterly satisfied to be able to press in as far as I
possibly could, without any need to hold back.  She was shaky and
needed to lie down, so we spooned with me hugging her back while
waiting for Katy and the girl's husband to finish. Each girl was
eager to reconnect with her proper husband again.

There was a man with a cute happy little two year old grabbing
his front as she was firmly anchored on his penis.  The man and I
started chatting.  The two-year-old was checking me out and Katy
was checking out the man.  Katy could tell that I was really
interested in the little girl because my penis was rock hard.
She looked pretty interested in the man too.  He asked his little
wife "Would you like to hug the man?"  The girl smiled at me and
said "Mmmhmm".  I first picked Katy off of me and set her on the
grass.  The man slid his little girl off his penis and handed her
to me.  Sometimes men and girls had slightly different ways of
doing things, but in this case the new girl slid right onto my
penis easily.  I remembered fondly when Katy was that age.  I lay
down on my back and left the girl sitting up on me.  I had been
planning to bounce her up and down, but she was doing it quite
energetically herself, working my penis in and out.  My penis was
straining upwards as I was bewitched by this little one.  I was
trying to keep from coming too soon, but I found I couldn't hold
it.  I grabbed her around the waist and bounced her up and down
three times hard and spurted my innards out, or so it seemed, up
into this cute girl.  She shrieked as she came.  The other man
had wanted Katy missionary style, and that was fine with her, so
she had lain back, dress up enough for him to get in, and he had
landed on her and slowly slid himself inside her and started a
lovely considerate gentle motion in and out.  They were still
going as the little girl and I finished.  He was getting more
excited; Katy was having a good time but wasn't headed towards
ecstasy.  As the man's little two-year-old was resting against my
chest, I said to him: "She'll like it even better faster and
deeper".  Surprised, he looked back and forth between Katy and
me, but then a little lusty grin came over his face.  He started
speeding up and going deeper, and found that the more he
accelerated and the harder and deeper he plunged the more intense
Katy's expression.  So at last he did a flurry of fast strokes,
and Katy convulsed, with her heels digging into his back, as he
came too with total animal abandon.  He looked blown away.  Yeah,
my Katy could do that to a man.  He slid out of her and flopped
onto his back.  That left Katy with an empty vagina, which she
was not thrilled about.  My two-year-old had recovered some
energy, lifted off my penis and she went scuttling over to her
man.  Katy leapt up and came racing over to me.  I think my body
had spent itself more than usual on the little two-year-old, so
my erection was not big at all.  I coated my first and second
fingers with the fluid pooled around the base of my penis and
slid them up inside Katy as she scooted down and lay against me.
It wasn't the same thing as a penis, but I knew she liked it OK.
Her hand was down idly stroking my scrotum and penis.  It grew
within a few minutes, and she replaced the subletting fingers
with the true tenant penis in her vagina and was content again.
Did you like doing it with him?  I asked.  She nodded
enthusiastically.  He's a little bigger than you. she said.  The
honesty of children.

I maneuvered us near one girl who intrigued me.  She looked to be
about 11, and I could see she was developing a little.  I walked
over with Katy impaled on me and introduced myself to the two of
them, lying spooned on their sides.  Katy was not interested in
the man.  The 11-year-old had a kind of insolent expression, and
said I looked good but was interested only if she could ride me.
That was more than just fine with.  So I lay on my back with Katy
close by, oriented the other way so I could easily keep two of my
fingers up inside her.  My very stiff penis was ready for the big
girl to do with as she wished.  She came over and without
preliminaries or looking at me she took me inside deep, quickly.
She started bouncing up and down and grinding against me.  She
looked at me and smiled a little, and then I felt her stretching
all the way down, vaginal lips right on my pubic bone, it seemed.
 And she looked amazed, and then started moving up and down fast,
but after every few strokes smushing her whole labial area
against me totally.  She got a lusty smile and went after me with
abandon.  In less than a minute she came with a big groan, and
held herself down against me tight.  I came then too.  But she
didn't stop.  She kept going, fast and strong, and within a
minute came again, a little slower and sweeter, before collapsing
on me.  "He doesn't hit the end!" she said dreamily to her
husband.  Another tribute to my short penis, I guess, but she was
clearly ecstatic about it.  Katy could tell that the girl was
done with me, and started pushing her off so she could reclaim my
penis for herself.

Katy's curiosity and interest was high, and she ended up taking a
penis from nine of the men and I did most of their wives.  Lots
of times the husbands didn't come, since our stamina wasn't quite
that good.  When we got home we both took a nap.  One advantage
of being married to a young wife is you get to sleep a lot.

After supper four of Will's friends came over, boys who had
recently gone through puberty.  Katy knew why they were here and
she was excited.  I seated myself on a chair, and after taking
all her clothes off Katy lowered herself over my penis facing
away from me.  Tom approached, and seeing a nod from me and
Katy's radiant smile he pulled down his pants and underpants.
Katy leaned forward and eagerly took his penis in her mouth.
Seeing Katy's gorgeous body and accepting the expert
ministrations of her tongue, Tom quickly got a full erection.
Seconds later he moaned in orgasm as he pulsed three shots of
semen into Katy's mouth, globs she swallowed eagerly.  He sat on
the couch to recover, while David came over.  He might have been
a little shy, because he didn't pull his pants down, he just
pulled his penis out his fly.  Katy didn't mind.  She engulfed
the penis with equal enthusiasm, and within a minute David too
got that faraway expression and pressed his penis a little deeper
in Katy's mouth as he came, and Katy swallowed all that too.
Katy was sliding up and down on my penis and when Edwin came in
her mouth she came too.  But she was no less enthusiastic to
pleasure George and convince him to unburden himself of his seed
right in her mouth so she could swallow it.

The evening is the customary time for the boys and young men to
have some relief while also helping out the girls.  As they reach
puberty, boys see a whole range of attractive girls, but each one
has a man's penis up her vagina, rendering her unavailable.  They
can masturbate if they wish, of course.  But the girls love the
taste of semen, swallow however much they can get, and it maybe
helps insure against their going neuter.

Then when it was 10pm it was time once again for us to go to bed.
 A little quick sex suited us both fine given our riotous
afternoon and active evening, but as we drifted off my semi-hard
penis was up inside her young vagina, a constant reminder to her
body that she was a female, with a destiny as a mother.  Her
vagina in turn tenderly but firmly cradled and hugged me.  Her
tight, hot vagina milked the semen out of my penis once during
the night, though I barely woke up.

----------------
I found that little write-up today while I was sorting some old
papers.  Sixteen years have gone by and I wish I had captured
some more of those precious days.  But I will at least write a
few more thoughts about how things have gone since then.

Katy turned 13 and the barest hints of breasts grew a bit.  She
got a few pubic hairs and her hips widened noticeably.  One day
she reported she didn't feel so good in her bowels, and I didn't
think much of it.  But the next time she had an orgasm blood
gushed out.  Her period had started.  She was thrown off kilter
and needed my penis more than ever.  It isn't the most pleasant
thing to have your penis bathed in period blood for days, but you
get used to it.  It's one of the little trials of being a
husband.  You get used to those flat menstrual pads with a hole
in the middle for your penis to poke through.

Now of course she could in theory get pregnant.  It wasn't all
that easy, though, so no one dreamed of contraception.  To
everyone's delight she got pregnant not long after she turned 15.
  Morning sickness was no fun, and it was a little scary, so she
wanted me with her and inside her more than ever.  As her belly
started to grow we took to connecting with me behind her more
often.  Even when she went into labor she wanted me inside her.
Not all girls did, but my Katy was very attached to me.  Except
for occasional exams by the midwives, I stayed in her until she
started pushing.  She still wanted me near, so she grasped my
penis in her hand.  It did hurt quite a bit as she squeezed it
with all her strength through a painful contraction, but it was
nothing compared to what she was going through.

Amnio had told us the baby would be boy, and we named him Brian.
Men in many cultures start to feel left out when their wife has a
baby, but I was shielded from that to a considerable extent
because I was left in -- literally.  Katy didn't need me in her
constantly, but she still needed me inside her several hours a
day and needed sex, orgasms and semen at least twice a day.

Katy's next baby came three years later, and we knew it would be
a girl, Tara.  We interviewed a number of potential husbands and
reached an arrangement with Zach.  It was a momentous choice
because we would quite probably live with him for the rest of our
lives.  He was a man of 28 years, of good character, good family
and handsome to boot.

Keeping a newborn baby girl from neutering was important, and we
followed the customs.  As soon as Tara had slipped out of Katy,
had her chord cut, and gotten cleaned up, her first stop was not
her mother's breast.  Instead she was placed on Katy's belly.
Zach masturbated and spurted his semen onto her labia, and then
using a little blunt syringe he injected it in her baby vagina.
But she needed far more semen than one man could produce. 
Twenty-four young men were called for, including Zach's family,
friends, and friends' families, and a few of the hospital staff.
Each man had masturbated within the last half hour and the semen
collected.  I did not contribute, because in all this I remained
dedicated to Katy.  Zach took some of it bit by bit on
his little finger and Tara sucked it off.  Syringe after syringe
was slid up into her vagina.  A little was rubbed over her body
until she was covered with it.  Only after all that did Tara go
to Katy's nipple and drink her mother's milk.  Through the years
I had stayed close at hand to nudge Katy's female essence and
keep it from falling asleep, and from the beginning Zach played
the same role for Tara.  A few times a day he would masturbate
and use the syringe to fill her vagina with it.  Any of us could
also use our finger to help settle her.  The breast and pacifier
helped, but so did a little finger in her vagina.  It stretched
as the months went by.  A middle finger became better than a
little finger.  At eight months two fingers were better than one,
then three, and getting them deep was important, and then around
one year she was mostly fussy when she didn't have fingers up
insider her.  It was time for the marriage.  In a simple private
ceremony Katy gave her baby away to Zach.  They jointly slid her
onto Zach's erect penis.  She quieted.  This was where she
belonged.  She was of course a virgin, but Zach was too.  He had
contributed plenty of his seed into the mouths of eager little
girls, but never their vaginas.  Zach consummated the marriage
with a sweet little bit of thrusting and ejaculation up inside
her.

Tara's little girl smells stimulated Zach to be erect most of the
time, and she only left his penis for short periods: to pee and
poop, bodily functions which were otherwise suppressed by the
penis within; to bathe; and for Zach to get a little exercise and
stretch his muscles.  As women have walked around with babies on
their hip, Zach walked around with Tara on his penis, clutched
against his stomach.  At least three times a day Zach would
thrust inside his tiny wife and coat her young vagina in semen
once again.  She started feeling pleasure, and soon enough he
could give her an orgasm.  I had gone through all with Katy, too.
 As Tara's personality and sexual appetites began to show I got
especially nostalgic.

Tara belongs to Zach, but I am not alone.  I have Katy.  Once in
the morning, once at bedtime, and often once in the middle of the
night I fill her with my straining hard penis, lunge in just as
fast and hard as I want.   She never refuses me, and I never
refuse her. She sometimes engulfs me even harder than I strain
into her but in any case wallows luxuriously in her own pleasure.
 For me it always ends with the exquisite animal pleasure of an
orgasm deep inside her.  All is well with the world.


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