“You mean I get to give him… me?”
“Yes, of course, sweetheart. And Nilla and I will teach you the best and nicest ways for you to give yourself to him.”
Louise blushed and tried not to look at me. She started to speak, then her face flushed scarlet. She finally managed:
“But, Mother, uh… well, h-how do I… uh… do it?” Nilla laughed aloud and Mother and I smiled. “Nilla!” Mother cautioned. Then to Louise: “Now never you mind about that, dear. As I told you, we will show you everything. But first I should ask you how you feel about it. You do… uh… care for Lars, don’t you?”
“Momma!” The child remonstrated flushing red and white and red again.
“Louise, dear, we are going to learn to love each other and be very close, and to do that we must be open with each other.”
“B-but, Momma! In front of everybody!”
“Soon, darling, you will learn not to be so embarrassed before Nilla and me. For Lars’s sake.”
“Well, Lars and I have talked about these things.”
“About love?”
“Mother! You don’t have to go and say it right out!”
“But, sweetheart, what I am trying to teach you is that love is not anything to be ashamed or embarrassed about-not between the three of us, anyway. Now, have you let him play with you?”
“Mother!” wailed Louise.
“Stop that, Louise! You are not to pretend the things you did were bad. If you liked them and they made you feel wonderful, you are to be honest about it always. Now, you liked him playing with you, didn’t you?”
Louise looked at her. Blushed again, and nodded. “Yes, Mother. And I’ll try to be honest. I know you always know best.”
“I do, sweetheart, I do. What all of us have always wanted is love and togetherness-the real kind of caring that nobody ever finds, and we have it now in Lars. But we have to learn to overcome embarrassment.” All the time she spoke she was gently stroking Louise. Her hands caressed her back, her arms. Her voice changed gradually to a caressing croon as she stroked her. The child relaxed more and more against her.
“We need to learn to love each other-really love each other. To give ourselves to each other without holding back anything. We must learn to love with our souls… and with our bodies. To give our souls and our bodies… all of us, darling.”
Louise closed her eyes, soothed by the stroking, by the voice.
“L-Lars has all of my… love.” She blushed violently and buried her face in her mother’s shoulder.
“Don’t be afraid to say it. It is beautiful… And now I will show you how to give your love to him. How to join Nilla and I in loving him… like all the Bible women loved and gave to Jesus.”
She was gently unbuttoning Louise’s dress. The child at first hardly seemed to notice.
“Yes, yes, Mother-please teach me.”
“I am, angel, I am.”
“But why… why are you unbuttoning my dress?” Sleepily, only half protesting.
“I am undressed. Nilla is getting undressed. We are all going to lie together in bed and love each other. I am showing you how, as I promised. Just relax, now.” The dress was completely open and Mother was stroking her beneath it. “Now, dear, we will take it off for you.”
“B-but, Mother, should I… in front of Lars?” She blushed again.
“Yes dear, of course. Your soul you give to him every time you look at him. But you must learn to give him your body, too.”
“Is it right for me to give him my body, Mother?”
She bent and kissed her daughter softly caressing her temples with her lips, and whispering. “Yes, yes, darling, you must learn to give him your body now. All the fine delicate secrets of your body. Even the ones you don’t know yet. Your mother and sister will teach you.” Gunilla helped her take off the dress, and the little slip under it. Louise was hiding her head in Mother’s shoulder. She was naked except for her pants: all slender and new and childlike.
“Now go to Lars, my darling, and he will take off your pants for you. It is your first gift for him: to stand before him and let him admire your beauty, and then to take off your pants. When he takes off your little panties, you will really belong to him and be holy in the eyes of God. Don’t you want that, Louise? Isn’t that what you’ve wanted most?”
I held out my arms to her, looking deep into her and smiling. Suddenly she came to me and I kissed her, holding her tight with one arm while I stroked her slender nakedness with the other hand.
“Tell Lars now what you are doing, sweetheart. What your present to him is.”
“I am giving myself to you completely, Lars. I-I want you to take off my panties… so I can belong to you… and be holy in the sight of the Virgin.” Her face was full of purity and love. I knew I would do everything to her. Everything. But I knew I would not harm this child. That I would love and care for her. I began taking off her little girl panties.
She blushed again as I did it and put her head against me. I lifted her chin and kissed her as I slipped the pants down to her knees. The panties fell to the floor and she stepped out of them.
I lay back in bed the sheet still over me, and pulled her on top, letting her straddle me. I pulled her head down and kissed her, while I stroked her back and worked down her buttocks to her little hairless cunt. As I stroked her, Mother and Gunilla stripped and climbed on the bed. Gunilla began kissing her wetly all over slowly and sensuously. Mother stroked her hair and her little breasts as she continued to outline her program for me.
“You are going to marry Lars next month, Louise, because I know he loves you that way. And because it will please him to take you to big hotels and register. People will be appalled by the idea of this teenager fucking this baby, but he will have the marriage certificate and there will be no way to stop him. You will be his wife and his baby cunt. Gunilla will be his teenage cunt. She is basically a courtesan soul and does not need to be married. Nilla is the kind of girl who delights in being used, who doesn’t want to be respected. She will be his tramp cunt. Annie and the maid-of-the-month will be his servant cunts. I will be his mother and his woman cunt. And I will give him a daughter right away. That way I’ll have milk in my breasts for him. He can nurse at me. He can put me on my hands and knees and lie under me, milking me down in his mouth. And when the girl comes, she will be his. She will be trained to sleep at the foot of the bed. From the beginning, he will lick and suck her. We will put milk on his cock to train her to suck him. As she grows up, she will be trained to think of nothing but him, and fucking, and his pleasure. We will even use hypnotism. Then, when he is thirty, he will have a sixteen-year-old girl to serve him. And she will have a daughter who will be raised the same way, so that when he is 46, he will have a sixteen-year-old adolescent who adores him and pleasures him. And she will have a daughter so that at sixty he will have a. teenage wanton girl to provide him rapture in his bed at night. And she, too, will have a daughter, so that when he is 70, he will have a ten-year-old girl to fuck whenever he wants.”
Louise was very excited. Little tremors ran over her and she murmured things I could not hear against my mouth. Everything was clearly too much for her at once. She could no longer resist anything. Anything.
My fingers had reached her little pussy. They moved on it, caressing the sides, the crack, and the little hole at the end.
Finally, Mother eased her to the bed beside me and pulled aside the sheet. “Do you see this, sweetheart?” she said to Louise, taking my cock in her hand. “This is the hidden treasure of Lars, the love wand which, when he touches us with it, makes us holy… and here is how we do proper reverence to it.” She bent and took the head in her mouth, gently suckling it. Louise was amazed, but she was also very excited. She watched her Mother fascinated.