Author: Sterling
Title: Apparition
Summary: Something very strange and wonderful started happening.
When I see a girl who appeals to me, I often end up materializing
in private with her later that day. She is for some reason eager
to accept my amorous advances.
Keywords: MF Mf Mg first preg het cons

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 6/15/2011.

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Apparition

Joely was six.  She had just gotten out of the bath and was
drying herself off.  She heard the man's voice.

"I want to talk with you, don't be afraid". It was coming from
right in front of her, but there was no one there.

"OK" she said softly, because she trusted this man. She didn't
know why, but she did. She trusted him implicitly.  She put the
towel on the rack and stood on the mat.  Then she saw him
gradually appear, first in outline, then black and white, then in
his full flesh.

He was on his knees in front of her, his head at a level with
hers. "I think you are just the most gorgeous girl."

She felt a little thrill when he said that.

"Can I touch you?  It would make me so happy to touch you."

Joely nodded, and the man slowly reached to touch her hair and
her cheek. The man was giving a friendly smile, and it was plain
that he was enjoying this very much, and she liked that. It felt
good, and it felt good in a way she wasn't used to. The hands
stroked all over her back. "So beautiful."

She felt a yearning within.

"Can I kiss you?"

Very softly Joely whispered "Yes".

The man's handsome face slowly approached. She felt his lips
brush hers gently, moist, and she felt love and tenderness
towards whoever this man was. He kept kissing her, and she felt
her lips part a little as his tongue went inside. As they kissed
she felt his hands gently start touching her chest. They touched
all around, but started lingering longer on the little nipples
that would grow into breasts one day. And that felt incredibly
good.  She was sure it didn't usually feel that good when she
touched her own chest.

When their lips parted she could hear him breathing a little
quicker, and heard her own little whispered sighs.  She could
feel his breath and his scratchy cheeks, which thrilled her in
showing so clearly as a man, which suddenly mattered a lot.

"Could I touch you between your legs?  That would be just so
wonderful if I could do that."

She was dimly aware that none of this was allowed, being in a
bathroom naked with a man, letting him touch and kiss her and
feel all over her chest. It certainly wasn't allowed for him to
touch her between her legs, her private parts. But now, for some
reason, she knew this was OK. This man was magical, he had
appeared out of thin air and she could sense he was just full of
tenderness and she could trust him with her life, let alone her
body. She murmured, "Yes."

He asked, "Are you sure?"

"Oh yes!" she said, because she not only was willing to let him,
she really wanted him to. She had started feeling stirrings
between her legs as he was kissing her, more as he massaged her
nipples.

He pulled his head back from kissing her and smiled at her, and
looked her up and down with total appreciation. He gently stroked
her smooth labia, parted them a little with one hand and moved
the other very gently inside, and there was something there that
was electrifying.

"Could you do me a big favor?" he asked.

"Yes" she said, without even hearing what it was.

"Could you pee for me? When I pee it's different, and I never get
to see a girl pee."

She slowly went to the toilet and sat on it.

"Forward a little more, so I can see," he said.

She sat a little forward on the toilet with her legs more apart
than usual.

"Wait 'til I say," he said.  He knelt in front of her, then bent
down so his face was right in front of her labia. He just looked
for a few seconds, then said, "Now, OK."

Peeing was natural to her, she did it several times each day
without thinking about it, but this time she thought about it a
little more. She decided to let her muscles relax, felt them
relax, and then a little stream of pee came out between her
labia.

"Mmmmm!" he said. He was so appreciative, of something as simple
as her peeing.

She reached for some toilet paper, and he watched intently as she
dabbed herself. She was about to get up, but he said, "Sit
forward just a little more," so she did. She was surprised in one
way, but not in another, to see his head slowly go forward
towards her labia and gently slide against her.

She felt his fingers spread her labia apart a little, and then
she felt something amazing.  It must be his tongue.  The whole
area was alive with pleasure.  She started gasping.  His head
came up briefly.

"No loud noises, OK?  Don't want anyone else in the house to
hear".

She nodded.

As he went back to licking her, she felt more profound stirrings
between her legs. She felt a yearning for something, something
else. She didn't know quite what she meant, but she said, "I need
something more."

He looked up and gave her a sincere beaming smile.  "Stand up" he
said. He spread the bathmat in one direction, then got a dry
towel and laid it on the floor. "Lie down" he said softly.

She did. This felt right, somehow. She spread her legs wide apart
without being told. He knelt down below her. He was wearing a
bathrobe, and he slowly opened it and took it off. Coming into
view was the most amazing thing she had ever seen. A huge long
tube of flesh was sticking out between his legs. Right where a
little boy would have his penis, but -- could this be his penis?
Amazing! She wanted its tip right between her legs where he had
been licking. That was what she had been wanting -- now she knew.

He lowered himself, his huge muscular body over her little girl's
body. He did just what she wanted, put the tip right where he had
been licking. Then he pushed it against her.  To her utter
amazement, it started sliding inside! She had no idea how it was
fitting, but it was, and it felt exactly like what she needed.
And it kept sliding and sliding in until she felt totally filled
up. He looked at her and said "Shhh! OK?"

She nodded.

He started sliding his penis out, and that felt great too. Then
he slid it in again, and that was even better. Then he settled
into a steady back and forth motion.

She felt pleasure break over her, filling every inch of her body.
As his penis moved back and forth she kept feeling it -- it just
went on and on. She felt like crying out but didn't. She had no
idea how long it was, but she was aware he was going faster, then
she felt his body tense and his face scrunch up and she could
tell he was struggling not to cry out too.

He stopped with his penis up in her as far as it would go.  Her
own amazing good feeling started subsiding then. Then she felt
fluid running down out of her, lots of it, as if he had peed in
her, but she knew he hadn't. It was thicker than pee. He lowered
himself on her and kissed her sweetly.  She liked his weight on
her for a while, then he backed off and knelt down below her, in
the process his big penis sliding out again into view, as huge
and straight as ever.

He paused to look at her, a vacant expression of pure pleasure
washed over his face, then the penis twitched and one little blob
of stuff dribbled out the end. She reached out her hand and
caught it. Amazing!  It was a milky white fluid.  She brought it
to her nose.  It smelled magical.  She started to get up, and
then saw down between her legs that the towel was just soaked
with the same fluid. They gazed at each other with big smiles.

The moment was rudely interrupted. "Joely, what the heck are you
doing in there?" her mother asked.  "It's already 8:30!"

Zooming back to reality, Joely said in her most normal voice,
"Just a minute."  So she got up from the floor.

He used a dry corner of the soaked towel to wipe her dry between
her legs and catch the little more that started dripping out. He
put his robe back on, his penis having shrunk considerably.

He knelt, took her face, looked into her eyes with love, and
spoke to her very softly. "This was part real, and part not real.
This is what it feels like when your body is grown up and you go
to bed with a boy or man you love. Treasure it, but realize it
isn't the right thing for you at this age. Treasure it, but don't
miss it, or miss me."

It made sense.

"I will always love you."

He then gave her the slowest, sweetest, most tender kiss
imaginable, and she closed her eyes. She felt his lips pull away,
and when she opened her eyes, he was gone. That was just right
too. The soaked towel was gone too.

She flushed the toilet, tidied up, went to her room and got
dressed, and the incident strangely went from her mind.

But that night as she lay in bed, drifting off to sleep, it came
back to her. She put her hand inside her nightshirt and touched
her nipples, the way he had, but it didn't feel special the same
way. She put her hand inside her panties and touched herself
there the way his tongue had. It felt pretty nice, now she
thought about it, but nothing like what it had been with him.

And where the heck had his giant penis gone when it disappeared
up inside her? She felt the opening she knew was there, but it
was tiny. She could put her little finger up inside it, but even
that was something of a tight fit.  But it did go in smoothly
because it was wet, and when she took her finger out it was wet
with a slippery liquid, which she confirmed was a little of the
magic stuff that had come shooting out of the man's penis. She
thought about what he had said.  It was a terrific memory to
treasure -- all that pleasure, that dear sweet man -- but she
wasn't pining for him.  It had been what it was, and it would
remain a wonderful memory.

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It certainly surprised the hell out of me when it started.

I was lying in bed thinking wistful thoughts about a cute little
8-year-old I had seen that day -- and found myself teleported to
her bedroom. She was sleeping peacefully, but I was still
terrified of what would happen if someone found me, and had no
idea how I would get out or explain myself if I was caught. And
in that instant I was back in my own house.

But I thought of her sleeping peacefully, and found myself back
in her room. After ten times back and forth, I got confident that
I could leave any time I wanted to or needed to. I also knew I
must be in some bizarre land of science fiction.

So I tentatively went over to her bed, knelt and looked at her
perfect sweet face, relaxed in sleep. I watched her breathe for a
little. Very tentatively, I reached out a hand and stroked her
hair. She didn't stir, so I stroked her cheek a little. After a
bit she did stir, and I found myself back in my own house.

I found her very appealing, and held my breath to see if I would
zip back for that reason alone. But I didn't; I seemed to have
some control.

I stroked some more, stroked her hair, even her lips a little.
Her breathing changed a bit, but she didn't move.

Then she whispered, "That feels nice."

I vanished instantly. But this was so compelling that I risked
going back. She wouldn't recognize me to identify later, because
she had never seen my face when I was looking at her that day.

When I reappeared she was lazing on her back with her eyes open.
She seemed very calm, but asked, "How do you do that?"

"I don't really know", I said.

She smiled. "I'm Sara," she said. "What's your name?"

I told her, then said, "What do you make of a strange man
appearing and disappearing in your bedroom in the middle of the
night?"

"It is a little weird," she said. "But I know somehow that it is
all just fine".

I slowly sat on the side of the bed, and reached out my hand.

She took her hand out from under the covers and took mine. We sat
there for a while, then she sat up in bed. She said, "Somehow I
know you want me to take my clothes off, and somehow I want to."

This terrified me.  I vanished.  But a few seconds later I
reappeared.

She didn't seem surprised. "You are ashamed of wanting to, but
you shouldn't be. It's just the way you are." This girl could see
right through me somehow.

After a pause I said, "I'm also worried about going to jail."

"Oh, I won't tell anyone, don't worry. I know it could be bad for
you if anyone found out."

"I also don't want to do anything you will regret later."

"I understand that too. I somehow know I won't. I know you would
never do anything that would hurt me, no matter how much your
innards wanted to. And that is so sweet of you."

She sat up in bed, with the covers still over her lower parts.
She then took her nightgown and while looking at me slowly lifted
it up, up and over her head and put it gently beside her. Her
entire top was naked, and it was such a perfect little girl's
body. She smiled and gave me the "come hither" sign with her
finger.

I slowly moved up closer to her.

She then took my hand and slowly moved it to place it flat
against her chest.

I fought back some fear, which was warring with tremendous
excitement. I gently started moving the hand around over her
front, and she smiled and sighed a little.

"Kiss me," she said.

I gently reached towards her gorgeous, pure girl's face, and
touched lips ever so lightly, then a little more, then we nuzzled
over each other to my great delight.

She was getting turned on, and so was I.

I was stroking her chest where her breasts would grow in, and she
was getting extra excited when I did. She then took my hand and
put it under the covers and pressed it between her legs where her
panties were.

I gasped, and she giggled a little. I stroked briefly, then
pulled my hand back in fear.

"Don't you dare leave!" she said. "Take off your clothes and get
in bed with me -- if you don't mind", she added a little
bashfully.

"If I do have to leave, like if your parents come in or
something, I don't want to leave my clothes here. Give me ten
seconds, and I'll be right back."

"OK".

So I vanished, took off all my clothes in my own house, and in an
instant was back again. Now my erection was very conspicuous.

She looked at it and had a little intake of breath, then said,
"Come on in" and lifted the covers for me. In that brief moment I
could see that she had removed her panties.

So I crawled into bed with her and our bodies touched everywhere
-- lovely girl flesh, no hint of pubic hair or breasts or hips.
But my hand cupping her labia revealed she was very much a
female, a woman-to-be. She smiled a little as I touched it. I wet
my fingers with saliva and reached back down and then she moaned
and started wiggling.

She touched my penis with her small hand, and it felt wonderful.
We did that for a good long while, then she said, "Put it in me".

I gave a knowing laugh. "It won't fit".

She considered a moment. "Lie on your back".

I did as she asked.

She climbed on top of me and sat up. She then spread her legs,
with her lovely girl's labia in plain view, and descended on my
penis, so it kissed right up against her opening, which was very
sweet.

Now she'll see, I thought.

And then, incredibly, she slid down over me, my penis steadily
disappearing up inside her body as she engulfed it! She was slick
and hot, just like a grown woman, and it felt amazingly good.

It felt so good and so surprising that I felt myself starting to
come, and reeled with pleasure as I spurted up inside her just as
she was getting me all the way in.  Semen started leaking out in
quantity, drenching my pubic hair. I was panting.

"Oh my God, that was amazing", I said. My penis was starting to
soften.

She started moving up and down, but as my penis kept softening
pretty soon it slid out.  She looked a little confused and
frustrated.

"Gosh, I'm so sorry," I said. "Are you OK?"

She smiled, a little uncertainly. "I feel fine", she said, "but I
wanted more".

I brought her down to rest beside me, her head on my chest and
one leg over me, while her pelvis pushed gently against me from
time to time.

I felt so amazingly wonderful. But in ten minutes my penis
started to rise again rapidly. Making sure she was OK with it
every step of the way, I slid her onto her back, got her centered
in the bed, spread her legs, put my tip right at her opening, and
pressed in.

She gasped, grabbed my butt, and pushed me in all the way.

I started pumping in and out.

Within a few seconds her face froze half open. I could feel
little contractions in her vagina.  I kept going, and as I did,
her face stayed frozen, exuding pleasure. I plunged in once more
up to the hilt, locking our bodies together as I spurted more
sperm up into her.

After we had lain together for a while, I wasn't sure what to
expect. She had obviously had a wonderful time. She had said she
wouldn't regret anything, but would she?

She got up and cleaned herself up a little with tissues and put
her panties and nightgown back on.  The sheet was drenched with
semen. She told me it had been wonderful, idly stroking my soft
penis as I stood there naked. I asked again if she would regret
it, and she said she was sure she wouldn't.  Looking back at the
bed, the semen had gone -- not just dried, but vanished. In a
land of teleportation and the magic instant cleaning of bed
sheets, I trusted that things would be just fine.

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Sara was my first, and Joely my second. I saw the girl during the
day, then found myself alone with her in the evening. There were
others who followed the same pattern.

Then I started having more generalized fantasies than a specific
girl.

I lay naked on my bed with a full erection, imagining a lovely
teenaged girl in the shower, and within a minute I was in the
shower with a lovely teenager whose hand was between her legs
rubbing. She saw me and had an intake of breath, but stood
against the wall with her legs apart. I found her opening, slid
in, stroked ten times and came up inside her, just as she came
too. After holding onto each other briefly to make sure we
wouldn't fall over, I disappeared.

I fantasized about fathering children, and ended up standing
beside a woman in her bedroom on a hot day. She lay stark naked
on her bed, hand between her leg, vulva aroused and enlarged. She
looked at me dreamily, and said, "My prayers are answered. You've
come to make me pregnant?"

I nodded, gently positioned myself above her, entered her, and
thrust for maybe a minute before coming.

She gave me a big smile.

I found myself in a stall in a women's room with a lovely woman
who had just peed. She looked at me dreamily, turned, and bent
over the toilet with her butt up in the air.  I filled her up
from the rear, first with penis, a few seconds later with sperm.


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