Sexual Research Commission/Grover/Peters/2
The Peters Family
Lyla: an obstinate 5 year old girl
Jack: a 10 year old boy
Emily: a daydreaming 12 year old girl
Michael: 35 year old single father of three
Part 1: Lyla | Chapter 2: A Walk to Remember
"I'm gonna be a P-FANS girl!" Lyra sat up and looked at her daddy but he still looked serious.
"On one condition." Michael said.
"What?" she eyed him suspiciously.
"You have to pass a test, a trial, a gauntlet if you will." He didn't like this plan, but he always had a flair for theatrics.
"A what? I can take a test. I always get good grades."
"Not a school test. All you have to do is walk to the SRC Registration Office."
"That's easy, it's next ta the school! I do that every day!"
"But this time you'll be walking there like a P-FANS girl." Michael explained. "You'll be naked and I'll write a sign on you so everyone knows they can fuck you."
Lyla giggled at her daddy's naughty word. "Okay! Still easy."
"I'll be right there and you can't say no to anyone. Even if you think they're being too rough, I'll be the one who decides if it's too much."
"Just like for real!"
"Yes, except this will be your last chance to back out. You can stop at any time and I'll take you home and you can go back to school tomorrow wearing clothes like normal. Just say 'Daddy I'm done' and you can be done. If someone has something in your mouth like this," he shoved two fingers in her mouth so she couldn't speak, "Then you just make a peace sign with your hands and I'll know you want to be done and make them stop. Show me now, what do you do if you want to stop when you can't speak?" She made a peace sign and he took his fingers out of her mouth. "Good. I'll go get the markers."
Lyra sat patiently in her room waiting for her daddy to return. A P-FANS girl! She couldn't believe it! Her best friend Sammy had been in the program since it started a year ago. Her daddy had signed her up as soon as he could and apparently they had been doing sex stuff even before that. Sammy gets to bring a vibe to school and use it whenever she wants; she brought one for Lyla one time but the teacher said 'I'm not allowed to interfere with Sammy playing with herself during lessons, but you I can make listen.' It doesn't even make sense because Sammy says it help her focus and she's even smarter than Lyra. Not any more though! Lyra will be able to pet her kitty whenever she wants once she's a P-FANS girl!
Michael finally returned with a big black sharpie. His hands were shaky and her squirmy giggles didn't help as he wrote 'Try Me!' over his five year old's pubic mound then split the same phrase across each cheek and turned her over to do the same with her lower cheeks. He finished off with writing 'Free-Use' across her chest and between her shoulders. Looking her over, he decided he'd be surprised if the whole neighborhood didn't want to fuck her brains out before she reached her destination.
Lyla looked herself over in the mirror and grinned her approval. With a jump of excitement, she ran for the front door.
Michael didn't catch up to her until a block down the street. He snatched her up and set her down.
"Slow down, little miss."
"Aw, it's you."
"What do you mean, 'Aw, it's you'"
"I thought you were someone tryna use me."
"If you run the whole way, no one will read your messages to know they can."
"Oh, I guess you're right."
A voice from behind Michael made both of them jump. "What's going on here?" a dignified looking woman asked.
"Hello." Michael swallowed a lump in his throat. "My daughter got it in her head she wants to join that P-FANS program, so I'm making her walk to their office with these advertisements so she has to experience what it would be like before she signs the rest of her childhood away."
"I see." she looked Lyla over thoughtfully before telling her, "I have a niece in the program and she would insist I tell you she hates every minute of it. However," she turned from the deflated looking girl to her smug father, "I don't see what she's complaining about. That girl has more orgasms in a day than I had through all my thirties. Hates every minute. HA! Ecstasy every minute is more like it. Come here girl." She propped Lyla up on a nearby wall and spread her legs. She ate the little girl's pussy like a genuine expert and had her cumming in less than a minute. After three rapid climaxes, the woman relented and set her back down on wobbly legs. "Here's my card." She spoke as she fixed the lipstick she'd smeared across Lyla's vulva. "If the girl still has enough strength in her legs to get her to her destination, call me." Then she disappeared.
The card read 'Miss Maisy's School of Etiquette for the Modern Girl'. Michael hardly had time to wonder what that could mean before he noticed Lyla already tottering down the lane again. They passed two more streets without seeing another soul and he began to realize most of the neighborhood would already be at school or work by now. He should have made her do this in the afternoon or right as school let out when she'd have to pass all those kids and teenagers.
Before he could dream up more dreadful scenarios for her, she broke into a run and turned down the wrong street. When he caught up to her, she was talking to a thin, grey haired, black gentleman, apparently out for a morning jog.
"Daddy, he doesn't want to fuck me!" she whined when he arrived.
"What's with your daughter? You raising some kind of whore?" the older gentleman asked.
Michael explained the situation once again.
"I see. Well like I told her before, I'm just not as young as I used to be and after I threw out my back last week, my doctor says I can't lift more than twenty pounds." the gentleman explained. "There was a time I'd have done reckless things for a chance at a piece of ass as tiny as yours, but those days are long gone. Wish I could help."
"Thank you for your time, sir." Michael said.
"Wait!" Lyla shouted. "Could I at least suck you? You wouldn't have to hold me then."
"Well, hard to say no to that when you're so eager. Just don't tell the missus. She gets awful jealous special since she's not as young neither. Hasn't been able to give me a proper blow since the knee surgery. Alright, go on." With that he dropped his running shorts. Lyla's eye's grew as wide as they could to take him in. Now, he hardly had the biggest, blackest dick, but certainly wasn't small and he was still soft. She squeezed her legs together and bit her lip before opening wide to slurp in his member.
"That's good." He whispered as she made him grow. "You remind me of the time I visited Thailand. That was way back before all these new laws when finding a kiddo to get you off was mighty dangerous." The gentleman went on to tell several stories of visiting brothels in this country or that. Lyla's jaw started getting sore around the time he was telling about some remote place that had been a free-use society going further back than anyone could figure. He finally remembered to mention he was an anthropologist and traveled to study human sexuality, not just fuck around. His stories would have been incredibly interesting if his audience didn't have other places to be. Thankfully, he recalled one night somewhere in a jungle of someplace where they had some plant drug that fueled the most intense orgies that the mere memory of it pushed him over the edge.
Lyla was bored half to tears when she nearly choked on his semen. He shot several loads as if the long buildup helped him store it up for a super attack. Lyla was not ready for the powerful blast, but she tried her best to hold it in and swallow fast enough, but when some was forced out her nose she finally gagged. She pulled off to cough a bit, but she kept a hand pumping his shaft. One shot hit her in the eye and a final one landed in her hair. Michael hoped this would have been enough to deter her, but she recovered quickly and licked up as much of what she couldn't contain as possible.
"Wow girly! You've got a talent! I haven't cum like that since, oh, well I've kept you long enough." With that, Lyla was off once again.
"Hold on," the gentleman said, "Sorry about this, I would have asked your daughter, but seeing as she disappeared, could you help me with my shorts. I could do it my self, but it's just hard to bend over, you see. Ah, thank you." After helping the older man dress, Michael ran back to his daughter.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, "I saw some came out your nose. That must have hurt. Are you okay?"
"Mhm, yeah. It stung, but it was fun to get so much coming out like a hose. Sammy said cum was kinda icky the first time, but I liked it. It was weird and felt funny on my tongue. Does it always take that long, though?" Michael chuckled, "No, no most men are a lot quicker and boys will often shoot before you've had your own fun. It takes longer as guys get older, but even still I think there was something special about that guy."
"Yeah, he was really big! Maybe that's something to do with it. I'm glad cause my mouth hurts a bit from sucking so long."
"That's probably something you'll have to get used to. One guy might not take long, but P-FANS girls often have to suck a bunch of guys in a row and if someone wants you to suck him again, he'll last longer the second or third time."
"Oh." she seemed to get lost in thought as they walked.
Finally something that might make her reconsider! "Oh yeah. I heard about one girl who had to suck so many dicks in one day that her jaw wouldn't open again for a week. She had to drink her meals through a straw."
"Hmm." Lyla stopped walking to think for a moment. "I guess I'll have to practice and train a lot and suck as many penises as I can to make my jaw strong!" Satisfied with her solution, she started skipping along again.
They were getting close to the registration office and still had not seen anyone else. Michael worried she'd make it all the way there with nothing worse than a blowjob that took too long. Then he saw a flash of movement disappear down an alley. He raced ahead and spotted a pair of teenage boys playing hooky. 'Jackpot!' he thought.
"Hey you there! Boys!" He called out.
"We weren't doing nothing!" the shorter one responded.
The taller one smacked the back of his head, "Don't say that, it sounds like we did do something."
"Well, we have a perfectly good reason to be out of school right now." the short one said confidently. He received another smack.
"I don't care why you're not in school." he explained to their visible relief, "I just want you to fuck my daughter."
As if on cue, Lyla caught up with them and stood out proudly.
"Why do you want us to do that? She's like, a baby." the shorter one said.
"Am not!" Lyla protested.
"Are too!" he defended his comment.
The two of them stuck out their tongues at each other for a couple minutes while Michael had to explain again.
"I get it." the taller one said, "But she's not exactly our type." He grabbed his friends hand as if for explanation.
"Are you two exclusive?" Michael asked.
"Nah, we're just gay." the shorter one answered.
The taller one looked at his friend as if this was news to him.
"Wait, are we exclusive?" the shorter one asked. "I guess I should tell you about my cousin then."
"Vince? I thought you hate him!"
"No, my little cousin. He doesn't live around here but he was visiting last month. You remember?"
"Oh, little Dicky. You fucked him? He's smaller than her!"
"Yeah, but you went off to that camp for a week and left me alone. I assumed you'd be getting all kinds of Scouts ass up there."
"I told them I had a boyfriend. And there were some really cute Cub Scouts there too. Fuck man! You didn't even think to share your cousin?"
"I didn't think you'd want him. He's only three!"
"That kid was adorable! At least your aunt never put clothes on him. I love naked kids."
"Sorry to interrupt your lover's quarrel." Michael cut in, "But I've got a naked kid right here. You could take out your frustrations on her. I know you like boys, but at the end of the day, an ass is an ass. Is it not?" He held Lyla up to them, ass first and she laughed at being presented like that. He pulled the lube out of his pocket and dribbled it over her like he was presenting a fine dish.
"What the hell." The taller one said and unfastened his belt.
"She's a great cocksucker too, if you want to spit roast her." Michael offered to the shorter one, "She's a little sore from sucking a guy on 4th street, but I think she still wants more cum. Isn't that right sweetheart?" Lyla nodded her approval enthusiastically, but all the boys could see was her shaking ass.
"You mean Old Man Fredrick?" the short one answered, "That dude's like a horse and I don't mean just his size. He's got more stamina than the whole cross-country team. I've never been able to make him cum!" He dropped his shorts.
Soon, Lyla was taking cock from both ends. They handled her roughly, but neither of them were larger than the anal beads Michael used on her that morning. If these two were cross-country runners, having more stamina than the whole team might not mean much. Before long, they were both filling her with their seed. She drank down everything the short one gave her without wasting a drop and nothing escaped her butt until the tall one pulled out. They thanked her and went on their way.
"That was fun!" Lyla told her dad as she took his hand and led the way to the registration office.