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The following story contains graphic depictions of sexual activity the exact nature of which is indicated by the codes in the subject and is meant for ADULTS ONLY. If you are offended by such material, or it is illegal where you are, then read no further. I neither advocate nor condone the activities depicted herein. This story is a fantasy and should be judged as such.

I did not write this story and don{t know who did, other than what is indicated by the text itself. I'm just posting it because I liked it and thought others might too.



GOODGIRL.TXT (MFfffff,cons,incest,pedo)

The "Good Girl" An Erotic Story

I remember the first time I met Tammy.  She was staring at me, in almost a state of shock.  Now I know what shock is, or should anyway, since I got out of medical school 2 years ago. It's so SATISFYING to be able to put "MD" after your name, after so many years as an intern.  That day, I was working in my new office, trying to get used to how things were run in a small-town hospital.  Most new MD's don't like to work in a small town, but for me, it had seemed like a great idea.  The town had been advertising heavily, and was willing to subsidize the hospital. If I hadn't answered, they would have had to close.  The pay wasn't what it would be in the big city, but the hours were. . . well, let's just say irregular.  After medical school, I had begun to HATE regimen.  While I could be called any time, and sometimes I worked over 80 hours a week, there were many days I didn't have to even show up.  Of course, I was always on call, with a portable phone, that cost a fortune, but was paid-for by the city, and a fancy CB, that I kept in contact with, when the phone didn't work.  As I say, I know what shock is, and this little girl looked like she was going to faint, right there on the sidewalk.  At first, I thought she might have sunstroke.  We do get a few cases every year, along with the even rarer cases of heat-exhaustion.  Then, I realized she was staring at my face, in what must be disbelief, and (could it be?) hope? I'd been getting a few strange looks lately, ever since I started growing a beard.  It must be something about the older man, or at least LOOKING like an older man, I thought.  I decided I liked the idea of looking older. (At 22, I felt that some people didn't think of me as a "doctor".  I looked too young.  So I was trying to shake the "youth" image.)  Still, I had been getting some strange looks lately.  I wondered if my beard was lop-sided or something. The girl looking at me couldn't have been much over 14 years old, but even so, she was a knockout.  Creamy smooth skin, long brown hair, a pixie-ish look to her face, and a body that most models would kill for.  Quite frankly, I stared back. The girl seemed to work her nerve up to something.  "Uh pardon me."  She said, hesitantly.  "Are you. . . ?" and paused, waiting for me to identify myself, so I did. "I'm Bill Morrow."  I said, sticking out my hand in greeting.  (NOT the sort of greeting I'd like to give this incredible piece of woman-flesh.  And boy do I mean "Piece". What a piece of tail!)  I was drooling.  What I'd give, for even a kiss from a girl like that, let alone. . . "Down Boy!" I whispered to my suddenly erect cock.  As you can tell, I hadn't had much experience with girls.  (All right, face it.  I didn't have ANY experience with girls.  At 22, I figured I was the oldest virgin in the state.  That's one reason I had taken a job so far out in the boonies.  Where girls were concerned, I was "chicken".)  For this girl, I felt a rush of adrenaline run through my body. . . For this girl, I'd do almost anything. That's why what came next, almost floored me.

"Tammy Marlow."  She said with a smile, that showed off two rows of perfect white teeth.  Though she smiled, there seemed to be considerable disappointment in my answer.  "Oh well, you can't win them all!"  I told myself, wondering who she had hoped I was. (I didn't REALLY find out, until over a month later, on the night I met. . . But I'm getting ahead of my story.)  It turned out, that some times, you COULD grab the brass-ring.  "Could you do me a favor?"  She asked me. "Anything."  I breathed, meaning it.  If she had asked me to jump off the bridge, in the middle of town, I probably would have done it, at that moment.  (of course, it's only 25 feet, from the lip, to the puddles below, so that's not as bad as it sounds. Besides, I'm pretty athletic anyway.  Back to the story.) "Could you kiss me?" I stared at her.  Obviously my hearing was bad.  Either that, or the sun was too hot, and I was having delusions.  Girls this beautiful just DID NOT walk up to complete strangers, and ask to be kissed.  Most especially, they did not ask ME! My jaw must have been flapping in the breeze, but she looked at me so wistfully, and hopefully, that I eventually shut it with a snap.   "Unh."  I said, not very brightly.  "You want me to. . . ?" "Kiss me.  Please?  I'd really appreciate it." About this time, some primitive part of my brain must have awoke, and was yelling at me "GET GOING, YOU DUMMY.  If you  miss this chance, you'll hate yourself the rest of your life!"  I did it.  I reached for her, she reached for me, and just like that, we were kissing.  Believe me, It was nothing like the kisses I used to receive from my mother, or my aunts.  I had seen kisses that looked about half this exciting in theaters and on television, but they never happened in real-life.  At least, not in my life!  Let me tell you:  Those kisses on the screen aren't half as good as what I got that day from Tammy.  She came into my arms, and put hers around me, and kissed me with those soft beautiful lips that seemed to warm my very soul.  It was no chaste little peck on the lips, either. It was a full-bodied slightly open-mouthed warm loving smooch, that seemed to warm me from the tips of my toes, to the very ends of my hair.  I felt like I could feel each scale of my skin separately, there were two wonderful bumps of something pressing into my chest, and warm silky hair running through my fingers, and a lively body pressed up against me. . . It's a wonder I didn't melt down in a pile of goo, from sensual overload.  After that, things got even better. I know it doesn't seem possible, from what I've just described, but believe me, it did! "Thank you."  Said Tammy.  "I needed that.  You don't know, how much." "Not half as much as I did, Honey."  Somehow, it seemed OK, to call her "Honey" even though we'd just met two minutes before. (Only 2 minutes?  I felt like I'd known her for 10 years!)  "Can I take you to dinner?"  The minute I said it, I knew I had made a mistake.  Dinner?  Like we were already Dating?  I wanted to bite my tongue out of my mouth, as I waited for the rejection.

"Oh.  I'm so sorry."  (At least, she said it like she meant it, letting me down easy.)  "I promised Momma I'd be home for dinner tonight."  (Oh yeah! the oldest excuse in the book.)  I must have looked like a dog that just got kicked by its master. "But I'm free for lunch tomorrow.  How about then?" It took all of what little self control I had, to keep from yelling "WAHOOO!" to the world.  The grin that spread across my face must have told her how I felt, because she said "I'll take that as a 'YES' response."  Then teasingly.  "How about another one, 'for the road'." and she held her arms out expectantly. THIS time, I didn't hesitate.  As she came into my arms again, I must have blacked out from sheer overload of pleasure. All I remember is, that about 5 minutes later I was standing there alone, still mumbling to myself, "What a girl. WHAT a GIRL!" when the janitor came out of the building, and started to lock up. "Tammy Marlow?"  He said, in answer to my question.  "Oh! She's the oldest of the Marlow girls.  They live in that BIG farmhouse, about a mile out of town.  Funny family.  Been here a long time.  Seem to be related to 3/4 of the people around here. By funny, I don't mean anything bad.  I wouldn't mind taking a shine to her myself.  Only 14 though, and her Daddy died about a year ago, after being laid-up for several years.  Been awful quiet since then.  Her Momma runs the place now.  Even if she's only 14, they do seem to get married young around here.  I never get any encouragement from the girls here though.  Maybe it's my breath."  He said this last, with a big grin, as he climbed into his pickup, and roared off into the gathering dusk. Well, that was the start.  After lunch the next day, Dinner two nights later, a movie, a date at the library, of all places, and a picnic, I proposed. At first, she was hesitant.  I was devastated.  I thought I knew her.  But it wasn't the proposal that was bothering her, it was something else.  "Uh.  There might be a problem."  She said. I waited. "I can't get married, until I'm either 16, or. . . lets just say, until I'm 16."  She said.  "That's over a year and a half." "So." I said.  "Some people around here get married as young as 12."   I knew, because I had looked it up.  I had a PERSONAL interest in the matter.  "Jailbait" was under 14 in this state, so I was safe there. "I can't."  She said.  "At least, not until. . . I just can't.  Can you accept that?" If I had to wait 10 years, I probably would have.  "Then you'll marry me?"  I asked again.  "When you're 16?" "Uh.  There's one more thing."  Said Tammy, looking almost scared. I raised my eyebrows. "I'm a virgin." "So am I."  I said, raising HER eyebrows.  I guess I surprised her.  "I was hoping, that we could solve that mutual problem 'together'." Tammy looked like she was about to cry.  "That's the trouble."  She said.  "I can't.  At least not until. . ."  Again that strange hanging question.

I figured it out (Or at least I thought I did.  When, years later, I found out how much grief I put the two of us through, because of my stupid assumption. . . Well, lets just say I felt like the world's prize idiot, and a heel to boot.)  "Until you're married."  I finished for her.  She started to explain, but I hushed her.  "If you can stand it, I can.  If that's what you want." Tammy looked ready to cry.  "I DON'T want it."  She said. "I just CAN'T.  I want so much to feel you inside me, squirting my little belly full of the warm sticky stuff that makes babies so much, I could cry!  But I just Can't!  At least not yet.  And it's not fair to YOU." "If you can wait, so can I."  I replied.  "I can understand your wanting to be a 'Good Girl', and remain a virgin until you get married." Tammy mumbled something like "That's not it at all." under her breath, then what I said registered.  "You'd do that for me?" she asked almost breathlessly. I nodded. Tammy said.  "I promise you won't regret it."  How she kept that promise was. . . was. . . well amazing.  It wasn't until years later, that I found out what she had REALLY intended to do, was absolutely nothing like what actually happened.  Things just got out of hand, before she ever got the chance to explain, and then I got up on my high-horse, and never did let her.  At the time, she said: "I can't let you fuck me, but I can help you out in other ways.  Like right now, we can finger each other off. Later, we can do other things.  I know if I let you do too much, at first, we'll get carried away, and I won't be able to stop. Promise you'll follow my schedule?" I promised. "Then I will marry you.  Two days after I turn 16. is a Saturday, and the church is available."  I wasn't the ONLY one doing research, it turned out. So, for the next two weeks, we dated.  Only now, when we finished our dates, she would jack me off, and I would finger her off.  For such a horny, sexy girl, I couldn't figure out how she kept control, but somehow she did.  It only took a little pressure on the bud of her clitoris, to get her off, and the feeling of my fingers in her tight little hole would have her gasping and running like a river.  By the way, she really WAS a virgin, just like she said she was.  She told me, that when she turned 15, in about 6 more months, she would start giving me oral-sex, and that I could do the same to her.  Later, when we got closer to getting married (in about another 6 months) she would let me use her ass, to keep me from becoming too frustrated, but I would have to follow her strict timetable.  I decided that if her virginity was that precious, that she insisted on giving it to me, as a wedding-present, then I'd be a fool to chance losing her by pushing things. It seemed like every day, I found more about her to love, and wonderfully, she seemed to find more about me to love. Everything seemed like it couldn't possibly get better, until the night she had me meet her family.  What a disaster!

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No, it wasn't what you think.  It wasn't that her family didn't like me.  They did.  Too much, and THAT was the trouble. I knew that there was SOME reason Tammy was nervous about having me meet her family.  By now, I knew she had four younger sisters:  Karen (13, almost 14 herself) Suzy (12) Judy (10)  and Ginny (5, almost 6).  Her mother's name was Joan, and she was 27. (That should have told me something right there, but I wasn't into subtraction (27, minus almost-15, minus 9-months = 11 years old, or possibly 12, when she first got pregnant with Tammy.  As I said, I didn't figure this out until later, when I had my face rubbed in it.)  I knew her father had passed away, over a year ago, and it still hurt.  Still, I was eager to meet the family of the girl I loved.  (And I kind of wondered about the old saw: "Are there any more at home like you?"  It turned out there were. . . 5 more!) The night in question, Tammy jittered for an hour, watching me get dressed, making sure I looked good enough to eat.  She made a strange request: She asked me to shave off my beard, just for this occasion.  Since I knew that Tammy actually LIKED my beard, and it had taken me over 8 months to get it into it's nice neat present appearance, I naturally refused.  If I had listened to her, a lot of hurt could have been avoided, I guess.  On the other hand, there was a LOT of fun, that I wouldn't have missed for the world, that came out of my wearing a beard that night.  I finally found out what it was about the beard, that caused so many people in town to stare at me too.  (And why I met Tammy in the first-place, as well.) We came to her house a little before dusk.  It was about 6 o'clock, on a fine Sunday evening.  The house was one of those big old Victorian farmhouses that were big enough for 3 modern day families.  Unlike most of them however, this one was in good shape.  It was square-built, three-stories, a cupola, and a basement, with a a veranda/porch circling about 3/4 of the way around the first floor.  It was beautiful.  Someone had obviously spent a lot of work (and probably money) keeping this house so nice. We entered through the parlor.  (I know, people don't have parlors these days.  But THEY did!)  Surprisingly, there was no one waiting to see us when we came in.  I found out later, that we were early, as Tammy wanted to "prep" me before I met her family. "If everything goes right tonight,"  She breathed sexily in my ear.  "We might not have to wait any more." I WISH that I had really LISTENED to her then.  I did listen, as she continued.  "Now you do WHATEVER they ask you to." She whispered.  "Especially Momma."  "Promise?  You'll do anything they ask?  I guarantee you won't regret it!" "Well, I won't kill anybody." "They won't ask you to." Both of us were thinking different thoughts, but NOW I'm sure that we both had the same thing in mind:  That she would "make it worth my while" to do what she asked.  Later that night, I jumped to a much different conclusion, as you will see.  In any case, I promised.

Tammy opened the parlor door, and led me into the living- room.  "Momma, we're here!"  She called out. NEVER have I seen such a simple phrase, get such an unexpected response.  The lovely woman, dressed in a stylish dress, almost a mini-skirt turned around, saw the two of us, and turned white as a sheet.  "George!"  She gasped, and almost collapsed.  There were two other occupants of the room.  One of them was a girl, just a little younger than Tammy, looking almost like her twin-sister, that I figured must be Karen.  The other one, was a little girl who couldn't be over 6 years old.  In fact, she looked only four or five, but had a beauty and charm that most girls don't get until they're in their twenties, and some never do.  The older girl just stared at me, with her mouth open, reminding me of Tammy, the first time we met.  NOW I figured I knew the reason Tammy was scared to bring me home:  She was afraid of the competition.  The little girl was the first to react though, and (as far as I was concerned) her reaction was completely unexpected. "DADDY!"  She shrieked, and jumped at me.  The little girl was surprisingly strong and unbelievably agile.  The next thing I knew, she had her arms around my neck, and was sobbing violently on my shoulder.  "O Daddy, Daddy, Daddy."  She sobbed, over and over.  "They told me you were DEAD."  She whimpered some more, then continued.  "I knew it wasn't true Daddy, but they insisted. They made me believe it.  Oh Daddy, I missed you so much.  Please don't leave me again Daddy.  I promise I'll be good this time. Please Daddy?  Please?" My heart was almost breaking.  NOW I finally knew why Tammy had been so attracted to me that first day.  How could I possibly break this little girl's heart, by telling her that I wasn't her Daddy, and that I couldn't stay here.  Suddenly I remembered Tammy's words.  THIS must have been what she was really worried about.  And I had promised to do ANYTHING they asked. I did the best I could.  I couldn't go on letting the little girl think I was her father.  It would be so much worse, when she found out the truth.  On the other hand, what with planning to marry Tammy, I sure didn't plan on leaving town immediately either. "Honey, look at me."  I commanded firmly, untwining the stranglehold the child had on my neck.  "Look at me closely." Sniffling, the little girl released her hold on my neck, and leaned back in my arms to do as I asked.  Puzzled at first, then with a growing sense of unease.  "You look different, Daddy." she said. "Uhuh.  Keep looking." She looked at my beard, started, then looked at my cheeks very closely.  "You're not Daddy, are you?"  She finally said, looking so sad, I wanted to cuddle her, and BE her daddy for her. "No I'm not.  I'm sorry.  I wish I was." "So do I."  A whisper.  "Does that mean, you'll have to go away like Daddy did?" This time I grinned.  "I don't plan on leaving town anytime soon, if that's what you mean." "OK, Daddy, even if you aren't Daddy."  Oh, the lovely illogic of youth!

Tammy leaned over and whispered in my ear.  "You handled that beautifully!  I love you." I hissed back at her.  "You MIGHT have given me some warning, you know!  I love you too." This scene was interrupted by the arrival of Tammy's other two sisters.  The older of the two was dressed in a mini-skirt that looked painted on.  her midriff was bare, and the tight tube-top seemed to emphasize her budding breasts WAY too much for such a young girl.  The effect, was much more sexy, than if she had been completely naked.  I immediately had a chance to check that observation, as the last member of the family arrived.  This was obviously Judy, and she had (also obviously) just been taking a bath, when her sister's screams brought her running also.  You guessed it, she WAS completely naked, and unashamedly so.  I was right.  Her sister definitely looked sexier.  Of course, that might have been because she was older, and more developed, but none of the girls were what you would call bad lookers.  Still, seeing her there with her tits sticking out, and her bare little cunny dripping water from the tub, she was a pedophile's wet- dream.  Even I was getting a hard-on, looking at the two of them, and little girls aren't my bag. "WOW!" said the younger girl.  "He looks just like Daddy!" "He sure does!"  Said the older one. All eyes turned to the older woman like beacons. "AFTER dinner."  Said the woman, emphatically. Obediently, the children left to finish preparing for dinner.  Slowly, my erection subsided.  I hoped that no one had noticed.  (It turned out, that EVERYONE had noticed, but I'll get to that later) Dinner was wonderful, but full of strange looks being passed between all of the children and their mother.  Secret signals were passed, questions were asked and answered, in some secret family code that families develop after years of living together. All I could tell was, that I had some part in what was being asked and planned.  If I had known about the family customs, or if her mother had given Tammy a chance to talk to me, after dinner, the big blow-up would never have occurred.  Still, Tammy says she's not sorry, as she got a chance to show me how much she really loved me, in a way that she never would have had otherwise.  I'm still trying to show her, how much I appreciate what she did, years later. After dinner, the whole family paused, then the "buck" was somewhat obviously passed to Tammy, as she was the eldest, and I was HER boyfriend.  "Momma."  Asked Tammy.  "Will he do?" I THOUGHT she was asking if I was good enough for Tammy to marry.  Shows you what thought did.  I listened eagerly, wondering what Tammy would do, if her mother said no.  I needn't have worried.  June (Tammy's mother, remember?) grinned and nodded.  "He'll do."  She said. This set off an explosion of cheers and "Yippee!"'s from the younger children.  Shortly, an argument ensued, that at first I didn't get.

"I get him first!"  Yelled Suzy. "I do!"  Screamed Karen. "Hey! What about me?"  Complained Judy. "He's MY. . ." Tammy's voice was cut off by her mother. "Yes he is."  She said.  "So you get him all the time.  Your sisters don't.  So tonight, you let them have him, and you leave him alone.  You can always get him."  (Oh, if she'd only known!) "But MOM, I've nev. . ."  June's glare silenced her. "Do you want me to say no, for everyone?"  she asked. Tammy shut up, with a snap, looking at me helplessly. I wanted to support her, but didn't even know what the argument was about.  I shrugged, and Tammy collapsed. "OK Momma." She said.  She really did love me. "Ok, now that that's settled: Suzy, you asked first." A quick "Yippee" was quickly silenced. "Karen, you're next." "I'm ALWAYS last."  Mumbled Judy, petulantly "Are you in, or out?"  Asked Joan.  It was obvious who ran THIS family. "I'm' in, I'm in." "Finally, Ginny." Little Ginny's eyes got real big, as her mother looked at her.  Then she shook her head from side to side.  No. "Ok, Ginny's out.  I'm last." "Oh wow Mom, You too?" "It's been over five years.  Don't you think I deserve it?" Nobody argued. I had been following this strange discussion with some puzzlement, when I felt someone pulling on my shoulder.  It was little 12-year-old Suzy.  "Well, c'mon."  She said  "Don't you want to?" I looked over at Tammy who was looking at me hopelessly.  I could tell she didn't like this, (whatever it was) but saw no way out.  I decided I'd just better follow her earlier instructions. Still, since she looked so worried, I looked at her again, looking for a yes, no, or anything.  She just looked straight ahead.  I guess, her mother's threat had removed her options.  (I must say, that at THAT moment, it didn't look so bad to her, as her mother had said that she could have me afterwards.  What she didn't figure on, were her own reactions, and my reaction to that. "Are you coming?"  Repeated Suzy, now looking a little desperate. Well, I had promised to do "anything".  Obediently, I followed the child, now skipping gleefully ahead of me. "I want my first time to be in my bed."  Said the 12-year- old. "Huh"  I felt like I had stepped on a stair that wasn't there.  Had I missed something?  "First time for what?"  I asked. She couldn't mean. . . She did. "First time I get fucked, of course.  Come on.  My cousin got fucked when she was only 7, and since Daddy got sick we've been all just DYING to get fucked.  I can't wait until I have a baby!"

My jaw was about two inches from the floor.  "You want me to. . .to. . . to get you pregnant?" "Of course, Silly!  That's the whole Idea.  Didn't Tammy tell you?" Obviously she hadn't "Oh don't worry about it.  Just come here and fuck me.  Or don't you want to?"  by this time, the child had finished removing her clothes, and was starting to help me get undressed as well. My cock, which had been so stimulated earlier, was not going to let me get away with lying, on this one.  After 22 years, I decided it was time I got fucked myself.  Tammy had obviously set me up on this one, and since she wouldn't give me any sex herself, I didn't see why I should turn down an offer she seemed to want me to take.  Especially after telling me to do "anything" her sisters asked me to.  I did it. I got between the little girl's legs, and fucked her.  Being a doctor, I knew where all the appropriate parts were, even if I had never done it before, so there was no real initial clumsiness.  Before I could count to 10, both Suzy and I were no longer virgins. "OW!"  She said.  "That hurt." I told her, that it was supposed to hurt, the first time. She decided she wanted to continue, so I started sliding my big cock in and out of the little girl's belly.  I knew it was wrong to fuck such a little girl, but I couldn't help myself. Before I was really ready, I knew I was about to cum.  O SHIT! I didn't have any condoms!  By this time, Suzy was starting to enjoy it, and had her legs wrapped around me, as she grunted and groaned with pleasure. "I've got to pull out."  I warned her.  "I don't want to get you pregnant." "Don't you DARE."  Said the determined little girl.  "If you pull out, and squirt it on my tummy, instead of inside me, where it belongs, I'm going to run screaming down the street, saying you raped me!  The whole family will back me up, and with your sperm all over me, you'll be lucky to get out of jail before you're 80.  Now shut up, and fuck! You'd think that this spiel, about charging me with rape, would make me wilt like a wet-noodle, but instead, knowing that she actually WANTED me to cum in her (and possibly knock her up) was so sexy, that I got even harder, if possible.  Two seconds later, I lost control, and started squirting my sperm inside her cute little belly, where she wanted it.  It felt so good, to let that rusty load of baby-juice go.  Especially, in the belly of a little girl who actually WANTED me to get her pregnant. Afterwards, I looked down at my penis, and the red ring around it.  In the last few years, I had begun to wonder if I was EVER going to lose my own virginity.  I had never expected to be lucky enough to fuck one.  Now, it looked like I might get two, since Tammy was still a virgin also.  (Little did I realize. . .) When we finished, Suzy hauled me, still naked, and still dripping cum off my red-ringed cock back into the living room, where the rest of the family was waiting.  "Look Momma, I did it."  She said proudly, showing off her cum-dripping little slit, and the red splotches on my cock to her mother.  This was somewhat embarrassing to me, as Tammy was watching, looking daggers at me.  Tammy was the only one still dressed.  The whole rest of the family, including Ginny was naked, as they all looked at Suzy's no-longer-virgin hole, with my sperm still oozing out of it, and my pinkish-cream covered cock. The moment she got a chance, Tammy motioned me over, so that she could whisper in my ear.  "Why her?"  She asked.  Anger showing briefly in her eyes.  "My God, she's only 12 years old!" reminding me of her little sister's "jailbait" status. For a second, fear went through my body, then I started to get mad.  "Because you told me too."  I whispered back.  "Are you going to tell on me?" She shook her head.  "Of course not!  Momma and my sisters wouldn't support me, if I did, anyway.  What I mean is, why her? Why not Me?  You could have asked Momma for me first.  She would have understood." Now, I WAS mad.  I had wanted to fuck Tammy for so long, and she wouldn't let me.  Now, just because her little sister fucked me, she decides SHE wants to get fucked?  "Because you told me you didn't WANT to!"  I hissed back. Tammy started to open her mouth, to tell me something, when we were interrupted.  "Hey guys, it's my turn."  Said Karen, pulling me away before her sister could finish explaining her actions. This time, I followed Karen down the hall.  If I didn't look too hard, she looked just like Tammy.  For a bit, I fantasized that it WAS Tammy that I was going to fuck.  The illusion was very easy to keep up.  I found out that Karen had similar ideas. When we came to a bedroom, and stopped to open the door, I asked "'this your room?" and was surprised by the answer. "No." Replied Karen.  "It's Tammy's.  I know you like Tammy a lot, and I wanted to pretend that you're MY boyfriend, and I'm the one you're going to marry.  I know Tammy won't mind if we use her room.  Especially since its because you love her.  I know I look a lot like Tammy, so could we pretend I'm her, when we fuck?" How could I refuse an offer like that?  I grinned, nodded, and said.  "OK, Tammy  I'm going to fuck the shit out of you!" as I pushed her back on the bed, and shoved my cum-leaking prick up in her tight little snatch. There was a snapping sensation, and Karen let out an "Ouch!" Another virgin?!  I said.  "I'm sorry, I didn't know."  It was the truth.  At almost 14, and being so ready to fuck, how was I to suspect she was still a virgin.  Of course, since Tammy was a virgin, and her little sister had been one too, I SHOULD have guessed. "Never mind that."  said Karen, falling back into her role as "Tammy".  "Shut up, and fuck me, like a girl SHOULD get fucked by her fiancee."

I did.  With her virginity no longer in the way, but adding to the illusion in its own way, I fucked "Tammy" like I had wanted to, from the day we met. "Oh Tammy."  I said, sliding my engorged prick up in the girl's tight squeezing little slit.  "I love you so much."  In and out I slid, bringing first grunts, then whimpers of delight from the beautiful girl on the bed.  After only a few moment of this, I knew I was losing control.  I was going to cum! Suddenly, I remembered. This wasn't Tammy, the girl I was going to marry, and who I expected to carry my babies.  This was her little sister, and I STILL didn't have any protection! "Unh.  Ungghh!"  I panted.  "I'm going to cum."  I warned her.  "I'd better pull out.  I don't want to get you pregnant." Karen slowed her humping back at me, just long enough to ask.  "Would you pull out, If it was Tammy?  If she wanted you to get her pregnant?" All I could do, was shake my head. "Then don't you DARE pull out of me.  Pretend I'm Tammy, and you're getting me pregnant.  I want you to.  My period isn't until next week, so there's still a chance." It was too much.  The thought, that this beautiful, virgin, sexy, young girl, who looked so much like my beloved Tammy, was not only fertile, but actually WANTED me to get her pregnant, was WAY too much for my over-excited cock.  I began spewing thick sticky gobs of my seed in her unprotected young womb, actually trying to get her pregnant, as I tried to deposit as much sperm as I could, as far up inside her welcoming young womb, as I could.  "Oh Tammy."  I said, losing myself in the fantasy.  "I'm cumming in you.  I'm making a baby in that sexy little belly of yours.  I can't wait to see that cute little tummy swollen with my baby inside." Each time I spasmed inside her, Karen would squeeze back, working to maintain the illusion.  "Oh Bill."  She panted.  "I'm so glad we didn't have to wait until we got married.  I've always envied those girls who had big bellies when they got married. Get me pregnant.  Please?  I want to carry your baby.  Maybe I can have a baby, and STILL be pregnant, by the time we're married.  Aauugh!"  The excitement was too much for her, as the thought of carrying my baby in her tummy made her climax uncontrollably.  Squeeze after squeeze milked every last drop of my sperm up inside her waiting young womb, until she collapsed in a heap, as her strength finally deserted her. "O Thank You!"  She gasped.  "I hope I'm pregnant now." "Thank YOU."  I said, almost as out of breath as she was. The thought of this sexy young girl, who looked so much like my beloved Tammy, carrying my baby in her flat little tummy was so arousing, that I almost climbed on top of her, and gave her a second helping.  "If not,"  I said, grinning.  "I can always come over and give you another injection of Doc. Morrow's Physic for young girls who suffer from lack of maternity.  Patent Pending." "You'd better."  She said, giggling at the thought.  "Or I'm liable to slap you with a 'lack-of-paternity' suit!" O God!  She even had her older sister's humor, that I loved so much!  "Wouldn't that be 'lack of maternity' on your part?"  I asked, bringing more giggles.

I was almost ready to climb on top of her, and give her a second "injection", to make sure I had "done my job" so to speak, when she stopped me.  "Momma and Judy are still waiting."  She reminded me.  "Or do you think you can do me again, and still have enough left for them?" I thought about it.  "I don't know."  I said, honestly. This is the first time for me, too." Karen's eyes widened in surprise.  Somehow, she had never suspected ME of being a virgin.  Not counting her little sister, that is.  "You mean?"  She asked. "Uhuh.  Tonight, with your little sister Suzy, was the first time I ever did it with a girl." For a second, Karen digested this, then a slightly worried look appeared on her face.  "You're not. . . ?"  She couldn't say it. I grinned.  She was wondering if I was gay, with the evidence she had running out of her well-fucked little crack? "No."  I said.  "I've never done it with a guy, either." Her face cleared, and she grinned back at me.  "Then we'd better not take a chance."  She said.  "If Judy, or Momma missed out tonight, just because I got greedy, and went for 'seconds', they'd never forgive me.  She shivered a little at the thought. "Besides,"  She added.  "They need it just as much as I did, and have been waiting almost as long.  It wouldn't be fair, If I got pregnant tonight, and they never got a chance." I was so startled at the implications of this, that I scarcely noticed that she was leading me back to the living room, where she repeated her younger sister's proud display of her missing virginity, and the sperm I had ejaculated inside her.  I started wondering:  Did they ALL want me to get them pregnant? Even little Judy?  For a second, I had a horrible thought:  What about Ginny?  There was NO WAY I was going to fuck a little 5- year-old girl, and try to knock her up!  Then I remembered. Ginny was "out", and I breathed a sigh of relief.  Still, I sweated.  What if Ginny had asked to be in?  Her mother HAD asked!  Oh well, not my problem.  At least, not tonight, anyway. I did have another problem: Tammy.  She looked like she was going to cry.  "Did you have to do it in my room?"  She hissed. I tried to explain, about it being Karen's fantasy that I was fucking her.  Tammy looked a little mollified at this, but a tear ran down her cheek, as she said.  "*I* wanted to be the first one to 'do it' in my room."  I didn't know what to say.  I sure wasn't going to wait for another 14 months to fuck Karen, just because Tammy wanted to be first to 'do it in her room'."  I couldn't figure out what was bothering Tammy.  She didn't seem to be mad at me for fucking her sisters.  And she had almost TOLD me that she expected me to.  I asked her.  "Didn't you WANT me to fuck Karen and Suzy?  Should I have said no?" Tammy shook her head.  "No, of course not.  They needed it just as bad as I do.  It's just that. . . Oh, You don't understand!"

I didn't.  I figured that maybe she expected me to wait until after we got married, so that she got fucked first, before she let her sisters have me.  But if she thought I was going to turn down her sexy little sisters, especially when she told me that she didn't mind, if I fucked them, and they were crawling all over me, just begging to get fucked. . . I'd have to be crazy.  Just because Tammy wanted to remain the "Nice-Girl" until she got married, didn't mean that her sisters had to suffer because they wanted to be "sluts".  I take that back.  Her sisters were NOT sluts.  They were very sexy little girls who for some reason, had decided to ACT like sluts, when they saw me.  I couldn't figure it out.  I am DEFINITELY not the guy that most girls throw themselves at.  But first Tammy had done just that, and now her whole family (except for her) was crawling all over me, like "slut city" which I knew they weren't (at least two cherries attested to this fact.)  My ruminations were cut short by Judy. "MY turn."  She breathed in my ear, grabbing me away from Tammy, and pulling me over to the big leather couch. Tammy grabbed my other arm, and held me back a second, while she whispered fiercely in my ear.  "For God's sake, Bill.  She's only 10 years old!" That was a scary thought.  I knew what they did to pedophiles in this state.  It wasn't nice.  Still, her whole family was looking at me expectantly.  I wasn't sure what to do. "Do you mean I shouldn't fuck her?"  I whispered back.  12 years old was one thing, but if Tammy told me to leave her 10- year-old little sister alone, you'd better believe I would. "No.  Idiot!  I mean, she's only 10 years old, and awfully small.  Don't you DARE hurt my little sister." I looked at Judy.  Barely tall enough to reach my chest, she couldn't weigh more than 45 pounds.  Barely visible bumps were starting to appear on her chest, but it was still almost as flat as most boys.  Her tiny little slit was barely more than a crack in the peach-shaped mound between her legs.  Not a trace of hair marred the smooth roundness between her legs.  Still, she had a sexy exuberance, and an eagerness that, as I said before, made her a pedophiles wet-dream 'cum' true.  (pun intended)  Tammy had a point. "It's bound to hurt, if she's still a virgin."  I said. "Maybe I'd better not." "Oooohh, MEN!"  Said Tammy, now disgusted.  "It'll hurt her a LOT more, if you don't.  Believe me, I KNOW!  So you get over there and fuck her.  Just be careful, OK?" I reassured her, that I would do my best.  Actually, I was slightly annoyed.  I thought Tammy knew me better than that.  If she thought I'd do anything to hurt this beautiful child who looked at me so trustingly. . . I suppressed my annoyance.  Tammy was just being normally protective of her little sister. Judy had been waiting impatiently, while this was going on. "Are you two finished yet?"  She asked exasperatedly. We both assured her, that we were.

"Then get over here, and fuck me."  She said. "Right here?"  I asked in surprise.  After all, her sisters had each insisted that I do it in private. "Right here!"  Insisted the 10-year-old.  "I want everyone, including Momma to see that I'm a big girl now.  Besides, I've always dreamed of getting my first fuck right here, with the whole family watching.  Of course, since Daddy died, I couldn't but. . . Please?!"  the little girl looked ready to burst into tears at the thought that I might refuse. What could I do?  I had promised Tammy that I wouldn't hurt the little girl, and right now, it looked like the way I would hurt the 10-year-old the most, was by refusing her request.  That is, if you count hurts of the heart.  Both Tammy and I did.  I was never much of an exhibitionist, (who am I kidding, I was so shy, the thought of making love in a roomful of people, was frightening!)  Still, it was even more scary to think of letting the little girl down, in front of her whole family.  It might scar her mentally, for life. While I was deciding this, Judy had arranged herself on the couch, with her legs spread, waiting.  I kneeled down on the floor, and kind of waddled up to her.  An unexpected problem arose.  Or, more correctly, didn't arise.  My cock, which had performed admirably up to this point, was as limp as a wet noodle.  (I TOLD you I was shy!)  Oh SHIT!  I felt like I was going to cry, and Judy looked the same way.  I tried jacking on it, and rubbing it up against her little crack (which was dry. probably because she was justifiably scared) but nothing worked. By now, I WAS crying, silent tears running down my cheeks, as I felt so embarrassed I wanted to run out of the house, and never come back.  Judy was starting to cry too.  No sobs from her either, but I could see the wetness pooling in her eyes, about to run down her cheeks.  The evening REALLY would have been a complete disaster, if June hadn't taken a hand at that moment. Seeing the trouble we were having, the girl's mother decided to "take a hand" in things. "Here, let me help."  Said the woman.  She reached down between the two of us, and grabbing my limp penis, she started prattling a string of obscene suggestions and lewd ideas that would have shocked a meeting of "Pedophiles Anonymous".  I don't remember the exact words, my mind was in somewhat of a state of shock at the time, but it went something like this: "Big nasty man!  Wanting to fuck a 10-year-old girl.  Shame on you.  Wanting to stick this big nasty cock up inside a baby girl who's only 10 years old.  Think of it, squirting your nasty old baby-juice in this tight little tummy, making it swell with your baby inside.  Little girl wants to get fucked.  Wants a big nasty cock squirting thick sticky sperm inside her tight little cunny, filling her cute little belly full of baby-making cum. Little 10-year-old girl wants a big belly.  See, she wants you to put your nasty old cock right up inside her, so you can fill her tight little cunny with your nasty old sperm, and get her pregnant.  Don't you want to put your big old baby-maker in her tight little slit, and fill her tiny little womb with your nasty old sperm." With this stimulation, my cock had risen, and was almost hard enough to fuck with.  The woman's words would have made a pedophile out of a priest.  It was then, that June started to get REALLY nasty. "Cute little baby girl."  She said.  "Wants to get pregnant by a man old enough to be her own father.  Think of it.  This little kid could be your own little baby girl.  Wouldn't it be a thrill to knock your own kid up?  You know, you even look like her Daddy.  How about it Judy?  Would you like Daddy to get you pregnant?" Judy was panting by now, her little crack showing a shine, that showed she was definitely aroused.  "Oh YES, Daddy!"  She said, falling into the fantasy.  "Oh Daddy, do it.   Teach me how to make a baby.  Please Daddy?" "See."  Continued June.  "Your little girl wants her own handsome Daddy to make a baby in her tight little belly. Wouldn't it be a kick to see your own little 10-year-old daughter, with her tiny little belly all big and swollen with your baby kicking inside?  Now you get down there, and fuck your little girl, and knock her up, like you're supposed to." By this time, my cock was so stiff, I could have driven nails with it, the child's mother had gotten me so excited. Judy's little slit was no longer dry either, as her mother's words seemed to have stimulated her, almost as much as they had me.  I barely remembered to ask three VERY important questions. After all, as Tammy and her mother reminded me, she WAS only 10 year old. "Are you sure you want to do this?"  Most important question. Judy nodded and said "Please Daddy", maintaining the fantasy her mother had started, while reaching down and pulling my cock up against her creaming little slit, and trying to stuff it inside.  Well, there was no doubt about THAT one. Second question.  "Are you a virgin?"  Stupid, I know, she was only 10 years old, and her MUCH older sisters had been, still it wasn't unheard-of in a child that young, to not-be. Another nod.  By this time, two inches of my cock had vanished in the little girl's belly as she winced from the strain of taking my adult-sized penis in her tiny little slit.  It turned out, that my second question was also unnecessary, as my cock was even then bumping up against the little girl's hymen.

Final question.  I felt sure I knew the answer to this one already, but I was going to ask anyway.  "Do you want me to get you pregnant?  Or should I take precautions?" A nod, and then a Definite: "NO!  I want you to make a baby in me.  Please Daddy?  I've been having periods for 6 months now, and I've been ready for YEARS.  Promise you won't pull out, Daddy.  Please?" I looked around at the interested observers.  I somehow got the feeling that they'd kill me, if I turned the little girl down. . . Well, maybe not "kill", but something drastic.  Even Tammy seemed to want me to impregnate her little sister.  Her mother's sexy words rolled through my head.  Only 10 years old, and pregnant with my kid.  It was too sexy.  Without thinking, I did what was probably the best thing after-all.  I jammed my cock up in the little girl's 10-year-old belly, as hard as I could. "OW!"  Said Judy, as I ripped her hymen to shreds, then: "Ow." again as my cock, slickened by the girls juices, and the remnants of sperm from my earlier exploits with her older sisters, combined with a new generous helping of pre-cum, supplied by her mother's stimulation, slid not only all the way up inside her vagina, but all the way up to, into, and THROUGH the little girl's cervix, until my oversized penis was dribbling pre-cum and some sperm, right into the child's developing young womb. I started to apologize, but Judy wouldn't let me.  For some reason, in spite of the pain, feeling my cock stretching her uterus, and most especially feeling my sperm dripping inside her tiny little womb, while the knob of my cock stretched her womb, and bumped against the back of it, caused her to start climaxing, and climaxing, and climaxing, and she couldn't stop. Judy grabbed me in a death-grip, and forced herself up even harder on my cock, somehow managing to get another full inch of my oversized penis inside her tiny little womb.  The spasming of her little cunny milking on my engorged penis, nursing on it like a calf sucks on its mother's teat, would have been enough to make a statue squirt sperm, let alone a mere human like me. I had barely gotten my cock all the way in the little girl, before I started filling her womb with gob after gob of thick sticky sperm.  Spasm after spasm shook me, as I emptied myself inside her tiny little body. Judy shrieked!  Feeling my sperm squirting in her womb, was too much.  I felt a tight ring clamp down on my engorged penis, as her uterus went into spasms and her vagina milked and sucked on me, until I had no more to give.  On and on it went.  I'd squirt a big gob of sperm in the little girl's tiny little womb, and she'd clamp down on my penis in response.  Feeling her tiny little cunny squeezing on my cock, while her uterus clamped on the head, like an over-tight rubber-band, would cause me to send another fresh helping of baby-juice into the 10-year-old little girl's belly.  This continued, until my balls ached with dry squirts, as I tried to send even more sperm that I didn't have, into the child's welcoming young womb.  Still, Judy gasped and heaved underneath me, as the feeling of my sperm inside her womb tickled and stimulated her. It wasn't until I had to pull my cock out of her uterus, because it actually HURT, that she slowed down, and finally stopped. Judy looked at me, love filling her eyes.  "Oh Daddy!  I never DREAMED it would be that good."  She said, while her little vagina kept my penis comfortably warm and semi-erect inside her. "I don't know how I'll be able to stand it, when you take it out." "Whoooo!"  I gasped, hardly able to talk.  An experience like this, almost had me ready to switch to little girls for my thrills.  Previously, only a well-developed girl like Tammy, or her mother had been able to turn me on.  A woman's well developed chest, with swaying milk-jugs, and rounded fanny were the stuff of my dreams.  I knew, that from now on, big beautiful boobs, and furry snatches and shapely legs would be joined occasionally by tight little bare cunnys and smooth little tummys and tiny bumps on chests in my dreams. I wasn't really a pedophile YET, but suddenly I could see how such people could be made.  Previously, I had thought that a man must be sick, to even be turned on by a child who didn't have hair on her cunny, or breasts bigger than a boy's.  I sure didn't FEEL sick, but after sharing this experience with Judy, I no longer felt that only big-girls were sexually exciting. For several long minutes, we just lay there together, enjoying the feeling of being mated, until a discreet cough reminded us that we had company.  Regretfully, we pulled apart. By now, my penis had shrunk back to a nubbin, while Judy lay there on the couch, with big globs of white starting to ooze up out of her tiny little crack. Seeing that I was in no shape to proceed immediately, Tammy's mother shooed us all back into the kitchen, where we all enjoyed a hot cup of coffee, and some desert.  (Pie, and/or cake, a-la-mode)  All the girls wouldn't leave me alone (not that I WANTED to be left alone.  I loved the feeling of being loved and wanted.)  They all kept brushing their naked little bodies up against me, enjoying the feel of skin-to-skin contact.  Finally, Tammy got annoyed, and came over and sat in my lap, preempting me, as it were.  After all, SHE was my fiancee. "Well,"  Said Tammy, breathing in my ear.  "At least, you did THAT right.  I've never seen Judy so happy.  Just remember, you're supposed to be marrying ME." I couldn't forget it.  Through the skimpy little dress, I could feel the warm sexy body of the girl I loved, and who's mind matched mine so well.  We liked the same things, we worked well together, we had read the same books, we just "clicked" in so many ways.  The only difference, was that I was oversexed and horny, and she wanted to wait until we got married.  Even that, I knew wasn't an obstacle, as I knew from our few petting sessions, that Tammy was just as hot for my body, as I was for hers.  We both had long discussions of how many kids we were going to have (6 or 8) and what we were going to name them, and the fun we'd have making them.  Believe me, I KNEW Tammy wasn't frigid.  Not only that, but she had actually PUSHED me into this incredible situation, where I was fucking all of her sisters, and it looked like I was going to be fucking her mother as well!

It seemed like Tammy had figured out the perfect way to keep me sexually satisfied, without losing me to someone else, while she kept her virginity until she got married.  (Shows what jumping to conclusions will do for you.)  Her sisters were sexy as hell and I did love them, but it was Tammy I loved and wanted to marry, and spend the rest of my life with.  Even when I got mad at her, that one time, I didn't even THINK of abandoning her for one of her little sisters.  It was always Tammy or nothing. I wasn't about to take second-best.  That's one reason why later on, I got so insistent about the "virginity" thing. Tammy whispered in my ear.  "We've GOT to talk, after we leave." I agreed.  We most certainly DID have to talk.  Especially after her springing this on me unannounced.  Not to mention, not telling me about my resemblance to her father.  We had plans to take a long walk in the moonlight after we left, so there would be plenty of time, even after I finished my unexpected "chores". Speaking of which, There was one remaining naked female in the house that I hadn't fucked yet.  I was reminded of this, when a big beautiful breast brushed against my cheek, as June asked her daughter if she could "borrow" me for a few minutes. Tammy barely managed to nod, and give me a hurried kiss, before I was being escorted to the master bedroom. "It's been so long."  Said June, rubbing her big bountiful breasts against mine.  (Now THIS was the sort of woman I usually had wet-dreams about.  To have the real-live thing in my arms, well you can imagine what it did to my blood-pressure.)  At 27, June had the body that most models would sell their souls for, and you only get to see even half as good, once or twice a year, in Playboy, or Penthouse magazines.  To actually have a woman who made a Playmate look like a reject, not only come on to me, but actually WANT me to fuck her, and (could you believe it?) get her pregnant?!  My wet-dreams would always seem a little flat, after that. My cock had taken a lot of abuse that night, for a first time, it was absolutely amazing that I had been able to go 3 times.  Now I was to go 4?  It didn't seem possible, but there was a good reason that June had decided to be last.  First: Do you remember the hot little spiel she gave me, to get me excited enough to fuck Judy?  Well that was just a tiny sample of the incredible vocabulary of this wonderful woman.  Within 2 minutes of entering her bedroom, she not only had me up, and ready to fuck, but she had me feeling so aroused I could have fucked the mattress, let alone such a gorgeous hunk as herself.  The second reason, was: She was selfish.  She knew I would last much longer, when I had the "edge" taken off of me, by her daughters, and she knew I would come quicker with them, but they wouldn't miss it so much.

I had to keep reminding myself NOT to fall in love with this woman.  She was Tammy's mother!  A hopeless cause, I later found out.  EVERYONE fell in love with June, and she seemed to expect it.  But she was fair, she fell in love with everybody as well. Somehow I knew, that while she'd never take Tammy's place in my heart, there would always be a place in there of her own.  One of the main reasons she loved me, was that she could see how happy I made her little girls, most especially her first-born: Tammy. She sure made me happy that night.  I won't go into a blow- by-blow description of our lovemaking, because: A. I don't remember it all.  I was in sensual-overload at the time.  And: B. It would just plain take too long. (Don't you think this story is filled with ENOUGH "wanking" material already?  You don't? You're hopeless!  OK! let's just say I've run out of adjectives, and my pud is sore from pulling it too much, while I write this. And if you buy THAT, I've got this nice little piece of land. . . back to the story.)  I WILL say I screwed her for what seemed like over an hour, but must have been less than 20 minutes, as the clock hadn't advanced much more than that, when I came out. Yes, I did cum in her, and NO, we didn't use birth-control.  She was just as eager as her kids, to have me impregnate her.  I did my best, you can be sure. Before we started, she asked me a favor.  She missed her husband so much, and I looked so much like him, that she wanted me to pretend to be "George", while we fucked.  It was a small favor, and one that I've never regretted.  We only did it that one time, and she never asked me to again.  Whenever we made love after that, she always called me "Bill", and never once slipped. She said that she had finally managed to lay her old husband to rest.  She DID thank me profusely afterwards.  She thanked ME?! I was about in the babbling stage of gratitude to HER. Somehow, as sexy as she was, and even taking our time, she didn't strip me, the way her little 10-year-old daughter had.  I was feeling sexually content, not drained, when we left the bedroom, with my penis still half-hard, dripping a last sticky drop of sperm off the tip. Karen saw it first.  "I'm next!"  She announced gleefully. Tammy looked like she was going to cry. June put her foot down.  "No."  She said, flatly.  "He's still Tammy's boyfriend, and I think you've all had more than your share."  Tammy looked gratefully at her, as she continued. "Now, each of you thank him for getting you pregnant, and say goodnight." Well, they all did thank me, but the WAY they did, made Tammy's eyes burn.  I'll just tell you what Karen did, as the other's were just variations on the theme. This sexy little naked girl, her tight little snatch still dripping my sperm, and a glob drooling down her leg, snuggled up to me wrapped her legs around me, so that my stiffening cock was rubbing up against her furry snatch, and cooed in my ear. "Thanks Bill.  I hope I'm pregnant now.  You DO promise to keep 'cumming' back here, until I am, don't you?" When I assured her I would, she gave me a grateful kiss, that curled my hair.

This scene was repeated (with variations) with each of her sisters, and her mother.  For example, while she kissed me, Judy stood on the couch (because she was so small, she said)  and somehow managed to slip my cock up in her tight little slit, while we kissed.  That was SOME kiss.  I almost gave her a second helping of sperm in her tight little belly.  Almost.  All the while, Tammy was sending blacker and blacker looks at me.  Well, what's a guy to do? Afterwards, Tammy hauled me down to what I now knew was "her" room, where I started to get dressed. "Well!  You sure enjoyed yourself!"  She spat at me, the moment we were alone. I stopped pulling on my socks to reply, as I was starting to get mad.  Having someone angry at me, for doing what I was told to do, has that effect on me.  "HEY!  YOU were the one who set this thing up."  I said.  "Weren't you the one who not only told me to do 'anything' your sisters and mother asked me to, but actually encouraged me to not only fuck the hell out of your sisters, but to try to knock them up as well?" "Yes but. . .  Oh. You don't understand!"  She said, then managed to get her anger under control.  After all, it WAS her fault that I didn't.  "I'm sorry."  She said, starting to remove her belt, so that she could slip out of her dress.  "Just come here, and help me get out of this thing." "Just WHAT do you think you're doing?"  I asked, still annoyed. "Getting undressed, of course.  So I can have my turn." I glared at her.  If she thought that just because. . . She did.  "Your turn at WHAT?"  I asked. "Getting fucked.  What else?  Don't you want to?  I thought you loved me."  She seemed to be almost in tears, then a spark of anger lit in her eyes.  "You seemed to like it well enough with Karen!"  (Wouldn't you know, it would be the sister that looked most like her, that she would get jealous of?) Now I WAS angry.  "WHO was it said we couldn't have sex, until we got married."  I almost yelled. Tammy realized she had gone too far.  "Me, but. . . " I stopped her.  "And who was willing to go along with this, no questions asked?"  I continued. "You, but. . . " I was tired of her unfinished sentences.  She hadn't been willing to tell me before.  Why should I listen now?  "No buts." I said emphatically.  "Tammy, I love you more than anything in the world, but this is too much.  I'm almost ready to call the whole thing off, move away, and take that position in Minnesota. Is that what you want?" Tammy shook her head.  I hadn't left her much choice in the matter, when I told her I wasn't listening to explanations.  I knew she did love me, and I still did love her, but we had to establish the ground-rules.

"Now."  I said.  "You were the one who wanted to be the 'Good-Girl', and remain a virgin until you got married, weren't you?" Tammy looked at me, like I was being unfair (and I was), opened her mouth to reply, but finally just nodded her head. "Now," I said, continuing with my fallacious but inexorable logic.  "Just because your sisters fall all over me, and give me the sex you wouldn't, you decide to 'let' me fuck you.  Well, I'm in no mood, for a 'mercy-fuck'.  I told you I loved you and I do. I don't want you feeling FORCED to have sex with me, because I might decide I like your little sister's tight little snatch better.  It's you I want, and it's you I'm going to get, or nothing.  But I'm NOT going to have you giving up your precious virginity, just because I'm getting some from your family!  I love you too much for that, do you understand?  Or maybe we should we call the wedding off."

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