Author: Sterling Title: Big Girls Don't Pee Summary: Single 30ish Jason has a baby girl dropped in his lap, a girl who must be kept secret. He adores her, but as she turns three he realizes he's also attracted to her. He devises a creative series of lies to get what he desperately wants, starting with the idea that normal people don't make pee after the age of three or four. The web is woven, and later unmade, with interesting consequences. Keywords: Mg(4-6) ws loli pedo het cons oral NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex. First posted 4/9/2017. I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at /files/Authors/Sterling/ For an index see /files/Authors/Sterling/A%20%20SUBJECT%20INDE X.txt There is a more user-friendly web version of most of my stories here: /files/Authors/Sterling/www/ Sterling ============================================================ Big Girls Don't Pee Jason had a buddy John from the army who'd helped him out of a very tough spot. Years later, John came to him with a 6-month-old baby on his hip. He was on the run. The girl's mother was dead. If his little daughter Alison was given to the foster care system, the police would find out and make connections. Bad things would happen to good people. Would Jason take care of her for a few years? Yes. Jason was a man of honor, and he would do for his friend in need as his friend had done for him. Next, the details. Jason was single and 33 and had no experience with children. He was on disability, and supplemented that with odd jobs he picked up here and there. John handed him $6,000 in twenties to help with the expenses, and Jason realized that meant he could easily attend to the baby full time. She also came with a suitcase, a diaper bag, and a food bag -- all he needed for the immediate future. Then John left. So Alison was suddenly placed in Jason's care, an undocumented, anonymous baby. He scoured the web for information and managed to get her what she needed. He took her out with him when he went shopping, and they took walks and he brought her to playgrounds. But he stayed aloof from the other parents, since Alison had to remain a secret. His apartment consisted of a living room and attached small kitchen, with a short hallway leading to his bedroom and a tiny bathroom with a shower and no tub. The living room was also Alison's room. Alison had come to him as a charming baby, but as she turned into a little girl her beauty became apparent. Wavy blond hair, big blue eyes, rosy cheeks, and a big smile. A sweet, loving girl. He bonded with the little girl, But he tried to shield his heart because he never knew when John might reappear and take Alison back. More cash arrived every few months. Two years passed. Then the cash stopped, and searching on the internet he found the news item telling of John's death -- he was murdered. Mixed with his grief for the passing of his friend was joy at the prospect that Alison was now his for good. Now if he turned her over to social services, there were not just those good people John had mentioned to think of. He had taken care of a random baby that showed up on his doorstep without notifying the authorities, and that sounded more than a bit like kidnapping. Or was that rationalization? In any case, he was going to keep Alison. Now when she smiled at him he let it sink into his heart more. --------------------------------------------------------- A few months later, when Alison turned three and a half, his feelings shifted. He had been dutifully changing Alison's diapers for years without thinking much about it. Feelings began stirring. Unusual feelings. He'd tried sleeping with women, of course, but didn't see what the big deal was and never tried to date seriously. He'd given up women completely years before Alison arrived. But these feelings... These were related to what he had never felt for the women, and they felt like a big deal. He noticed them especially as he was wiping her private parts clean during those diaper changes. With them came thoughts, some of them not very nice thoughts. Like any man he masturbated now and then, but now he found himself masturbating regularly while thinking of Alison's cute little pussy parts. He scoured the internet. He began to realize what those feelings for Alison meant: he was a pedophile. They said pedophiles always molested children. That was alarming. Perhaps he would have found it more alarming if Alison wasn't there with him, constantly underfoot or at most a room away. Somehow that short-circuited deeper considerations. Could he expect to be the superhuman exception? Especially with the object of his affection in his sole care, he would surely give in sooner or later. But of course he loved Alison and didn't want to hurt her. From these conflicting forces there emerged a plan. He realized he'd been putting off toilet training because he liked the excuse to clean Alison's privates. At three and a half, it was high time. --------------------------------------------------------- He walked into the room and plunked down a potty. "Hi, daddy. What's that?" "It's a potty." "What's it for?" "You know how you feel icky when you've done a poop and want me to change your diaper?" "Yeah." "If you feel a poop coming, you can pull your diaper down and sit on the potty. Then when the poop comes out it falls into the potty and doesn't get all over you." "Oh! That sounds good." "The pee can go there too, but that's yucky. You're old enough you should work on not peeing." "Oh." "All little kids pee. But as they get to your age they learn not to pee any more. It takes some practice, but after a while we don't need to pee." "OK." Of course she believed him. How would she know any better? Jason had always kept the door shut when he used the toilet, so Alison wouldn't know that he peed. Alison went through the usual stages. She sat on the potty when no poop was ready to come out, or she sat and it was slower than she thought, so she got up and had an accident in her diaper later. But with the maturity of a child of three and a half she quickly got the hang of it. First Jason wiped her, and after a while she did it herself. There was a step-stool in front of the kitchen sink so she could wash her hands. Since she wasn't making instant progress on not peeing at all, she naturally agreed it was nicer to pee in the potty too since a wet diaper didn't feel good against her skin. Jason said that was fine, but she should work on not peeing. She was toilet-trained, so she got so she could give up diapers and wear big girl underpants. --------------------------------------------------------- When he saw one more little yellow puddle in the potty he sighed. "Alison, are you working on not peeing?" "How do I do that?" "I've told you. You just say to yourself, 'I'm not going to make pee any more.' " "But when I have to go, I really have to go. I've tried holding it, but I can't!" "Oh, once you feel like you have to go, there's no point in holding it in. Once your body makes it you've got to get rid of it." He smiled, and Alison seemed relieved. "The trick is to work on not making any pee in the first place." "How do I do that?" "You don't feel it? You don't find yourself making pee inside your body? Not making pee is like not taking things out of the refrigerator, not playing with your food, not tearing things up when you're mad." Alison looked at him blankly. "Well, you'll get the hang of it as you get older." But Alison didn't get the hang of it. --------------------------------------------------------- "Alison, you're squirming around. You have to pee, right?" Alison's lip quivered. "I tried! I tried all morning not to make pee!" "That's good, but obviously it didn't work, right? Once you feel it inside, you've got to get rid of it." Alison raced to the potty, pulled her pants down, sat, and Jason could hear the gush while she looked at him, face fixed in a sad frown. "It's OK, you'll get it," he said with a sigh as he emptied the potty into the toilet. "Daddy, can I use the toilet instead of the potty?" She'd asked him what the toilet was for, and he explained it was where he pooped. She could easily see it would work for a place to pee in too. "OK," said Jason. "But you promise to tell me the truth about whether you're peeing or not?" "I promise." That evening he said, "Maybe I should look to see if everything's OK down where the pee comes out." "OK," said Alison. She hopped up on her bed and pulled down her panties and sweatpants, then spread her legs wide. Jason sat and looked. Now that she'd toilet-trained herself, he didn't get to attend to this part of her like he had before. Now with his fingers he carefully opened her up. "It looks basically OK... But there is this here... it seems like a sort of opening... let me see if it is..." "Ow." "OK. But I'm not sure that's supposed to be there." Alison kept peeing at least three times a day. A few days later, a package came in the mail with several cylinders with strings on them. The smallest was the size of a crayon. "I looked it up online. A hole like that is called a vagina. It's rare, but much more common in girls who can't stop peeing. If we put this in the hole it can help. First we've got to open it up... Here goes..." "Ow." "There, all set! Now we leave that there for a day." "It feels funny." "Yeah, that's natural." Two days passed. "Here's a bigger one..." "Ow." The set contained six of them, graduated in size. You can buy anything on the internet. --------------------------------------------------------- Jason heard Alison tinkling in the toilet. When she emerged, he said, "Still peeing?" he sighed and shook his head. "I'm sorry! I can't do it! I try and try but I still make pee!" "Well, that's OK," he said with a tolerant sigh. "Some kids are slower than others." He sat down next to her and put his arm around her shoulders. After a moment, he said, "Say, I've never showed you what I'm like between the legs. You remember you used to feel it and ask about it and I told you not to?" Alison shook her head. "Well, you might not remember. But... you're old enough now. But I'll warn you, it's different than you. You want to see?" Alison nodded. Jason pulled down his jeans and took them off. After a brief hesitation he pulled down his briefs to show his soft cock. Alison's eyes went wide. "Yeah, pretty different. This is called a penis. When I was little I used to pee out the tip of it -- have you ever seen little boys peeing, like when we're out in the park?" Alison looked hesitant. "Once, maybe." "So, like most boys and girls, I stopped making pee when I was younger than you. But now I've got another problem. I make something else. It's not pee but it comes out the same place. I'll show you how it comes out -- though I'm ashamed of it." Looking at his cute little foster/adopted daughter, his penis had gotten quite large. As he idly stroked it, it got stiff. He pulled his shirt up and lay back on his daughter's bed. She sat beside him, watching. "It's supposed to always stay small, actually -- that's another problem. But once I make the stuff it comes out sooner or later, but only when the penis is big like this. But I'll show you the way to make it come out so you can see..." He stroked his hand up and down in a jacking motion. After 20 seconds semen jetted out, first one strong spurt that landed on his chest, then three more. Alison watched, spellbound. "There, I got it all out. You see it's not like pee." He took some in his fingers. "Sniff it? ... Yeah, it smells funny. It's called sperm." Alison nodded. "And you can see it would be hard to make that go into a potty, right? So it's always a mess to clean it up." He sighed and looked sad. "So, you see I'm not perfect either. I try and try but I still make that stuff. And my penis gets long and hard too, that's how I'm still bad. And you still pee. Feel any better?" Alison smiled and nodded uncertainly. He cleaned himself up with some tissues from a box beside her bed and made himself decent again. --------------------------------------------------------- That evening he found Alison again. "We've been opening up your vagina -- let's take out the thing now... This is the biggest one... It obviously hasn't done the trick..." Alison shook her head and looked sad. "Another reason I showed you my penis is something I read. Sometimes a way that can help a girl not to make pee is if I actually stick that into your vagina. If I get it all the way in, then bumping it against the end can trigger things in you so you stop making pee. If I was a good man my penis would never get hard like that, but since it does... maybe we can use it to help you." "OK," said Alison, looking nervous but also excited. "How does it work?" "Well, you take all your clothes off and lie back on the bed, the same as if we were putting one of those crayons in there... Oh, you really are such a beautiful girl," he said, caressing her thighs. He took his jeans and underpants off. "Let me take everything else off too, so I don't scratch you with buttons or anything." Alison looked at him with interest as he knelt between her legs. "Then we put the penis tip right here at your vagina... And then push it in..." It was hard to act calm and normal with Alison while he felt such excitement inside. To actually penetrate his beautiful daughter... "Ow." "Does it hurt a lot?" Alison shook her head. Oh, rapture! "That last crayon was almost as big. So I keep pushing it in." Alison winced now and then, but mostly the shaft of the hard penis disappeared smoothly into her body. "There! I got the end. You feel it?" Alison nodded. "Now, I bump the end a few times..." Jason tried hard not to let his rising excitement show. "A few more times, to make sure I've got it just right... There, there, there!" he said with a big sigh, while the magnificent orgasm overwhelmed him, far beyond any sexual pleasure he'd felt before. After a moment he withdrew his penis, quickly turning away and wiping it with tissues. "How was that?" he asked. "OK," said Alison. "Now I won't make pee?" "We'll see, but it's probably not that simple. I'll have to try a few more times. And it might not even work. I'm so bad that my penis gets hard like that... I sure hope it can help you." Jason tried a few more times. He let himself down on Alison and looked into her eyes as he pumped his penis in and out. Oh, to be making love to the love of his life! Now that she felt no discomfort and knew what to expect, Alison relaxed. "It's kind of like a hug," she said with a smile. "My vagina hugs your penis." "It is, isn't it?" He lowered himself and gave her an actual body hug, making sure to hold his weight. She hugged him once, then left her hands resting gently on his back. Since she didn't mind and it felt so good, Jason let himself go on and on, pumping his penis in and out. Heaven! Then he ejaculated -- better than heaven! --------------------------------------------------------- Alison kept making pee in the toilet. "Well, I guess the penis poking didn't help you stop making pee." Alison nodded, looking down. "But I'll tell you something... This is embarrassing. But the past week I've been doing that... I haven't made any sperm! If I was a good man my penis wouldn't even get hard, but at least this way I'm not making any sperm... So, well, if you wouldn't mind... it's really bad of me, but... if we could keep doing that... that would be nice. So, even if you can't stop making pee, you could help me be not quite such a bad man?" "Since I'm still bad making pee, I can help you not be so bad?" "That's right! I mean, I'm a bad man when my penis gets hard like that, and it's embarrassing that you know I'm bad, but..." "That's OK!" said Alison with a trace of a smirk. "I'll help you." "I was supposed to help you not make pee, but it looks like I've helped myself not make my kind of pee! Doesn't seem fair." Alison shrugged. Jason smiled. The psychology was working perfectly. --------------------------------------------------------- Not long after, Jason heard Alison pee in the toilet. When she emerged, she lowered her eyes when she saw Jason looking at her. She felt the front of his pants and could tell the penis was not soft. "Yes?" she said. "Yeah, OK," said Jason with a sigh. They both stripped and Alison lay back, naked. As Jason approached, she reached out to touch the stiff organ. "You're bad!" "I know," groaned Jason. "Can I... can I anyway, even though I'm bad?" "Yes, you can," said Alison with a tolerant sigh as Jason started easing his cock in. "So you're not even badder." The penetration... His little girl lay on her back, naked, big blue eyes smiling up at him. Not just naked, but her legs were apart, lovely little inner thighs on full display. She was offering him her privates! The tip of his male organ poked gently into her slit and got her warm, inviting come-on. The slit changed to a circle as his meat stretched it out. Inside, where no one could see, was true heaven. Her pussy was tight and hot but wet enough to ease his penetration. He pushed his cock in more and more until he bumped the end. And then he began pumping, his cock deep inside his gorgeous little girl, who looked up at him with loving interest. He was fucking a 4-year-old, who he realized was just the sort of girl he had always wanted to fuck -- so beautiful and willing too. Making it far better was that she was his and she loved him and he loved her. And then he reached ecstatic resolution, trying not to let it show in his face. And of course his body did exactly what he had told her it didn't -- it shot gobs of sperm. It shot them into the deep end of her little pussy -- the obscene culmination of sexual abuse. What's worse, tucking the sperm deep in her body hid the evidence that he was still being bad, even by the rules of their imaginary world. Lust satisfied, his thoughts churned, tinged with guilt. On the one hand... This was what a pussy was for, after all. It didn't hurt her any more. He had been very nice to her all these years, even though she wasn't his daughter -- he was raising some other man's kid. She got to appreciate how she could help him be not such a bad man. If she got to experience what a bad man he was, she didn't feel so bad about being a bad girl. On the other hand... He tried to brush aside those other pesky thoughts, but they lurked nonetheless -- that she wasn't a bad girl at all, and that he wasn't a bad man for the reason she thought. He was much, much worse. Alison usually peed five times a day, giving constant evidence of being a bad girl. When she returned from the toilet she often checked to see if Jason wanted to show how he was a bad man -- so she could help him not be worse. Usually he only did it to her once a day, occasionally twice. "You seem different when you're poking your penis in and out," she said. "Like happy." "Oh!" said Jason. "Well, for some reason it does remind me of what a loving girl you are, and then, well, I can feel something 'click' down there -- that's when I know I've done it enough to keep from making any sperm. And I'm thankful I have such a wonderful daughter!" Alison smiled, then was quiet. "You know, daddy, sometimes when your penis is going in and out of my vagina, it feels kind of nice to me down there. Is that normal?" "Oh! I don't know. I'll look it up." The next day he gave his report. "I guess I'm not the only bad man who can keep from making sperm by going in and out of a girl's vagina like that. A couple girls report it feels nice for them too." Alison smiled and nodded. "But maybe it's just feeling like you're helping your daddy be not quite such a bad man?" "Maybe," she said. "You're a bad man -- but I'm a bad girl." She sighed. "But I read something else too. There's a spot down here that can make you feel good... It's right... tell me if it feels good." "Oh, hmmm, do that again... Yeah, that must be the spot!" "I'm so glad we found it. You can play with it all you want if it feels good." --------------------------------------------------------- When Jason trudged into the living room the next morning, Alison was lying in bed on her back, legs spread wide under the covers. "Daddy, I played with my happy place and then I got this big wavy feeling!" "Wonderful! That's called an orgasm. They said that might happen, but I didn't want to get your hopes up." Then Alison sighed and got out of bed, naked below the waist. She sat on the toilet, leaving the door open as usual. Pee tinkled out. "I'm still bad." "Oh, that's OK, honey... Some day soon." "I can see your penis making a big bulge. You're bad too!" "Yeah." He sighed. "Come on," said Alison, tugging his pants down. "Let's make it so you're not even worse." "OK," he said, cock mostly hard by the time they had jointly made him naked from the waist down. Alison lay back on her bed, legs spread wide. "I want to try something," he said. "Something they talked about on the web." He approached her pussy with his mouth, not his cock. "Daddy! That's dirty!" "Yeah, we usually think of it that way, but you wiped yourself, right? They say there's another way you can feel really good between the legs." "You're sure?" said Alison. "We can just do your part." "I'd really like to try this." "OK..." He licked. She giggled, then stopped giggling. "Oh, daddy... daddy, that's nice..." He licked more. She cooed and squirmed. Minutes went by, then, "Daddy, daddy... Ooohhhhhh!" Jason raised his head and moved up into missionary position, grinning at his daughter who was breathing hard, slack-faced. "Can I?" he asked, his stiff cock at the entrance to her happy vagina. Alison looked up and gave a vacant, relaxed smile. "Oh, that. Yeah, sure!" He slid his cock in. Her pussy was even hotter, wetter, and tighter than usual. It wasn't many seconds before he seized up with orgasm, trying desperately to not let Alison see that he was feeling much the same thing she had just felt herself. --------------------------------------------------------- A few days later, having just peed, Alison felt the bulge in Jason's shorts. "There's another thing we can try," he said. "I lie on my back, and you go way up and then sit down on my penis." "OK!" said Alison, and they stripped and got into the position. "Like this? How does it work?" "You've got to get even higher, then move over... Here, let me guide you... There, like that!" "Oh!" said Alison as she slid downward, engulfing Jason's organ inside her. "Mmm, that's nice... Now they say if you practice moving all around different ways, you can feel really good and you might actually get an orgasm." Alison moved all around, oohing and ahhing. She found the rhythm that worked for her -- up and down and press and hold, up and down and press and hold, over and over. And then she gasped with orgasm. Jason disengaged, turned her over, and fucked her hard... "Oh, you're such a nice little girl.. So nice, oh, Alison!" he groaned. "I... I felt things click in there." --------------------------------------------------------- Three years passed. Alison kept making pee. Jason kept getting a hard penis. He usually licked Alison until she had a 'big happy'. Then he drove that penis in and out of Alison's vagina to keep himself from making any sperm. That was the cover story. It felt like he was making more sperm than ever. He never got to measure it because every drop got squirted way up deep inside his little girl. Oh, he loved her. He cooked for her and washed the dishes and washed her clothes and bought her new ones. He bought her books and toys. They took outings together. He played games with her and read to her. The make-believe sessions went on for hours. He even got himself to do home schooling lessons. He loved her like a good daddy. But then he loved her more than like a daddy. She liked it, and she didn't know how bad he was -- and if she didn't know, what was the harm? Alison wasn't registered with the school system, of course. When they went out to the mall or to parks and playgrounds, he kept a close watch on her and didn't let her go off with other kids for very long. But part of him knew that the imaginary world he had created for her wouldn't hold forever. "That girl at the park today, she said she had to pee." "Oh." "And another girl did a while ago." "OK." "So, I thought maybe she was another bad girl like me. So I asked today if she tried to not make pee, and she said that was weird. Everyone peed and she'd never heard of anyone trying not to make it." "Oh... She's just making that up." "But other girls said it too. How can they all be making it up? They can't!" Jason paused, then started turning pink -- and then grinned. "So, you finally figured it out. Everyone pees. Me too. I've been joking with you all these years." "Oh," said Alison, confused. "So... I'm not a bad girl for making pee?" "No. And you're a good girl for figuring it out, too." --------------------------------------------------------- Alison approached Jason as usual. They stripped. His cock was stiff. He licked her between the legs until she had a big orgasm. He then mounted and drove his stiff cock into her. He fucked her for several minutes and then had his very satisfying secret climax, squirting sperm into her as usual. After a few delicious seconds he let his cock slide out and snuggled against her. Usually she looked happy to get more sexy stimulation up her vagina in the wake of her orgasm and to see him feeling happy. But today he had noticed she had a more thoughtful look while he was mounted on her thrusting away. She reached below and he saw her finger was going deep into her pussy. When it emerged she had some whitish cream on it. She sniffed it and then held it to his nose. "What?" he said, feigning ignorance. "It's not working. Your penis in my vagina. It doesn't make you stop making sperm. It's just that it comes out inside me where you can't see it." Jason's face felt hot, but he said: "Oh, that's not sperm. That's just what your body makes, and it's a coincidence that it smells like sperm." Alison looked at him. "You fibbed about peeing. I think you're making that up." Jason smiled and slid onto his back. "You are very clever. Can't fool you any more. Yeah, you're right, that's sperm, and it comes out inside you." "You knew?" Alison sat up. "Uh, yeah, I knew," said Jason. "How long?" "I've known it all along. I've put sperm into your vagina every time my penis has gone in." "You kept telling me I was a bad, bad girl for making pee, and you were not just making pee but peeing it out inside me!" "Uh, yeah," said Jason, feeling very sheepish. "But it's not pee, it's different." "It's still icky." "Yeah, I guess." "I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to know your body was being bad." "That's very kind of you." "But you knew all along!" "Yeah. But let's take the big picture. You really like those super-happy feelings from my tongue, right?" "Yeah." "And it feels warm and nice when my penis is going in and out of your vagina." "Yeah." "And I told you it feels good for me, and you like me to be happy." "Yeah." "So... So what's the problem?" said Jason. "You said we needed to put those crayon things in so it would help me stop peeing. And you said your penis might help me stop peeing. And none of that was true, right?" "Uh, right." "You're a big liar! Liar, liar, liar!" She kicked him and punched him, working herself up to a full tantrum. Jason retreated. She rebuffed all his efforts at reconciliation for a full 24 hours. "I'm sorry, Alison. I've been bad," said Jason, sitting gently on the edge of her bed. She sat up in bed and glared at him, but she stayed quiet. "So now things change. From now on, no more lies." He looked at her. "Really!" She continued to look doubtful. "When my penis goes in and out of you, that's sex. Sexual intercourse. I love doing that with you more than anything in the world. Because you're beautiful and I love you." Alison looked down for a moment, but then looked up and resumed her frown, not to be won over by a few kind words. "And you feel good too. All men's penises get hard sometimes, and they all make sperm, and that's nothing to be ashamed of. But daddies never do that with their daughters. Instead, grown men and women do it when they get married. Most men don't want to do it with little girls, just with grown women -- or big girls. But I'm kinda weird -- I only want to do it with little girls. And little girls don't just naturally want to do it at all, so I kind of tricked you into feeling OK about doing it. Men and women like doing it because that's how babies are made -- you're way too young to have a baby." It was a lot to take in, and they went back and forth for several minutes until she got the details straight. Then she said, "You couldn't just say, 'I really want to stick my penis in your vagina. Can I?'" "You would have said 'No', wouldn't you?" "I don't know," said Alison, genuinely perplexed. "We did preparation first. It took some work with the crayon-like things and it hurt a little, right? But also I felt guilty, since I'm not supposed to do it. So, I dunno, I felt better if you felt guilty too. About peeing. But you knew I was being bad for sticking it in you. And while that was bad, it's not for the reasons I said. But I'm bad. I'm very bad..." Alison looked down and there was silence. He said, "I'm bad, and you're good. There's nothing bad about you or your body at all." Alison smiled a little. "Now, since I've been so bad, if you tell people what I've been doing to you they'll send me to prison. But that's OK. They'll send you to people who'd treat you right." Alison looked concerned. "I don't want to live anywhere else! You're my daddy!" "If you stay with me you've got to keep what we used to do a secret. If you tell on me, they'd lock me up for a long time. Even now that we won't do it any more." "You don't want to do it any more?" "No! I mean, it's sexual abuse. I'm lucky if you don't send me to prison." "But you still want to, right?" "Well, in some sense, yeah!" Alison's hand began softly stroking Jason's limp organ. It started getting hard. She smiled as she suddenly stood and yanked Jason to standing too. "What? What are you doing?" Alison just dragged Jason to the bathroom. "Watch." She sat on the toilet, legs spread especially wide. He got it now. "Oh, yeah, pee. Pee like a normal big girl!" Her eyes were locked with his, and then a trickle of pee ran into the toilet. "Good girl. Healthy girls make lots of pee." She wiped herself and hopped up, looking satisfied with herself. "You want to see me pee?" asked Jason. "I pee a half dozen times every day." "Yeah!" said Alison, bouncing up and down on her toes. Jason lifted the seat, aimed, and let loose a thin yellow stream. Alison giggled and spanked his bottom. "You bad, bad man! Making pee!" Jason managed to keep his stream aimed at the toilet despite the blows delivered to his behind. Alison insisted he tell her whenever he was going to pee so she could come and look and laugh at him, and he did for several days until she lost interest. Now Alison returned to the bed, legs spread wide. The prospect made Jason's cock stiffen rapidly, but still he approached her proffered girl slit with his mouth. She shook her head and pointed to his stiff cock. "You bad, bad man... stick it in!" "You're right. I'm so bad." He slid it in. "I'm disgusting -- an awful, awful man. But I think you're incredibly sexy and I love this so much." "Yeah, you're a disgusting man. But I love my daddy." "It feels so fantastic when I get my penis in your vagina. It's so warm and slippery." He thrust in and out rapidly. "It feels nice to get such a hot stiff thing in here. So now be even more disgusting! Leak your slimy sperm out inside of me. You disgusting man!" Ten strokes later, thrilled by her disapproval, his cock jerked rhythmically and delivered his load, and he gasped with pleasure. "There, you did it. Awful man!" He slid out. "Terrible man. Wonderful girl." She snuggled up against him. --------------------------------------------------------- Little incidents happened, one after the other. "Hey, daddy, I'm gonna pee. Come watch!" Jason came running. The pee gushed into the toilet. "Good girl!" "Hey daddy, come look." Jason ran to the bathroom and found Alison standing naked in front of the tub that was filling with hot water. "Look." After a moment pee surged out of her little pussy slit. Some ran down her leg and some splatted directly onto the floor. "Alison!" But then he hesitated. "Good girl. Good girls make pee!" "Clean it up." He did, while Alison got into the hot bath and watched him. "Hey daddy!" she said. Jason found her squatting by the kitchen sink, barefoot with panties around her ankles and dress hitched up. "Oh... You can pee, that's OK. Good girls pee!" Alison smiled and trickled some pee onto the linoleum flooring. Jason cleaned it up. Alison peed in ever corner of the apartment that wasn't carpeted, as if she was marking her territory. --------------------------------------------------------- Then Alison got moody. She didn't seek out Jason for play with private parts for two whole weeks, and he didn't press the issue. He'd been very lucky and had so much to be thankful for. He masturbated every day or two to take the edge off his desire for the lovely little girl who was still around and underfoot all the time. Then she appeared one night and sat on the edge of the bed. "Hey, Alison, are you OK?" "Yeah, but I can't sleep. Can you come to my bed and lick my vagina so I get a big orgasm?" "Oh, sure, honey!" Alison lay in her bed with nightgown pushed up to her middle, panties off and legs spread wide. Jason nuzzled her between the legs with his face and then licked. In 15 minutes she shuddered with pleasure. His cock was hard, but she gave no indication that she wanted anything more. She just said, "Oohhh, goodnight daddy." He got up, pulled her nightgown down and the covers up and kissed her on the cheek on his way back to his own bed, holding his disappointed stiff cock. He loved giving her pleasure that way. He was happy, really! But, yeah, he also wanted his own satisfaction, disgusting pervert that he was. --------------------------------------------------------- "Good night, honey," he said, kissing Alison on the cheek. "You should kiss me the other place too," she said. He was fine with that. And so it became a bedtime ritual. Lots of licks for a kissy, slurpy orgasm in her private parts and then a kiss on the cheek for a happy, sleepy, relaxed Alison. --------------------------------------------------------- Alison appeared one morning with a big smile, naked, holding a pile of towels. "I'm gonna pee on you." "On me?" said Jason, waking up, looking doubtful. "On your bad penis." He saw the towels. "Well, OK. It's good your body makes pee, and my penis deserves to get peed on." Alison squatted, her girl slit right over him. Then pee emerged from the slit. It got all over Jason's stiff cock and pubic hair and ball sac. Jason corralled it all with the towels. Alison giggled and laughed, and then lay back for the attentions of Jason's tongue. As she caught her breath, she said, "You still want to do that disgusting thing in my vagina?" "Uh, well, not if you don't want me to." "But you still do, don't you? Remember, no lying." "Well, yes, it's bad of me, but I do." Alison smiled. "Then do it!" As Jason's penis eased its way in, Alison said, "Now be disgusting and gross and slimy!" "Yeah, I'm so bad, and you're so good," he said, thrusting and grunting with animal passion, worried she might change her mind -- and therefore eager to finish. Seconds later, he unloaded his male essence in her girly innards -- his slimy essence. In the right context it was not gross and disgusting, but here it was -- part of his gross and disgusting behavior. "So I've been a very good little girl, and a kind girl to let her daddy get happy. But you're a very bad daddy, getting happy in a very bad way?" "Uh, yeah, that's about the size of it. We never have to do it again. We didn't have to do it then." "That's OK..." After a long pause, she added, "I kind of missed it actually." --------------------------------------------------------- "I wanna pee in your mouth!" Jason gulped and lay back, watching her slit appear inches above his face. Usually he loved everything about that slit, but now it was more ominous. It took Alison longer than usual to relax and pee, but she did. Jason coughed and gagged, but managed still to say, "You're a good girl for making pee!" He cleaned it up. He thought she looked guilty. He thought he was probably right when the next three times she asked him to just burrow right into her pussy and not worry about her orgasm, and she didn't once call him dirty and disgusting. Alison never asked to pee in his mouth again, but she went back to happily accepting pleasure from his tongue and calling him all the epithets he so richly deserved -- scum, disgusting, vile, perverted, abuser. She began sharing his bed at night occasionally, then more and more often, and then all the time. --------------------------------------------------------- Alison peed on Jason, he told her what a good girl she was and then rewarded her leaky peepee part with his tongue. Relaxed and happy in the wake of her ecstasy, vagina very slick and hot, she invited Jason to surge his penis into her. She invited him to penetrate, to rut and hump and bury his cock. She urged him to fuck her, and fuck her he did. His semen splooshed deep in her vagina, he withdrew and they both lay relaxed and happy, snuggling. She only peed on him sometimes, then less and less often. She seemed to have worked the desire out of her system. But they still fucked. She got really good at having an orgasm while she rode him. He suggested doing it to her from the rear, doggy style, and she loved that. She used her fingers to give herself a big orgasm just when he had his. She licked his penis once or twice for a few seconds, but he didn't suggest she go down on him, and he never even suggested anal. The truth was, there was nothing like a vagina -- a vagina tucked up between the legs of a gorgeous, flat-chested girl who looked at him with loving attention. It was even better when she called him a disgusting, vile, awful pervert. Because he was, and if she knew it and still wanted him to be happy, then that was more honest. Kind of. --------------------------------------------------------- Jason woke to the morning sunshine and a pleasant aroma. There was also the rustling of cloth. He felt flesh push against his face, figured out it was a thigh, and without opening his eyes turned to find the source of the lovely smell -- a little girl pussy. He sniffed and licked, licked and sniffed, and licked some more, never opening his eyes. When the voice cried out the girl's ecstatic peak, he shifted position quickly and presented not his tongue but his stiff cock to her pussy lips -- then he forced it between the lips and right into the waiting hot vagina. He penetrated and humped and pressed while the girl voice made soft, encouraging sighs, and then he froze, squashed in as deep as he could, pulsing sticky man goo inside. Opening his eyes, he saw none other than his own Alison, with her kind blue eyes, mussed blond hair, and small naked body. Her nipples were completely flat, but her legs were wide open and she had evidently just been entirely sexually satisfied and had satisfied her mate as well. Looking down to see their genitals locked together, he confirmed that her mate had been none other than he himself. His ejaculation delivered in the one and only place ejaculations are meant to go, he eased slick cock out of slick pussy. --------------------------------------------------------- Jason woke in the night and felt the small form spooned in front of him within his arms. He felt love and gratitude. But through those feelings surged lust too. He eased away and slid her onto her back, then slid her legs apart. Her beautiful girl slit looked amazingly artistic and elegant in the moonlight, centered down there between her legs just so. He took her outer lips between his fingers and began a rhythmic pulsing as his cock stiffened to full readiness. Pressure was relayed from outer lips to inner and to her young clit. Alison slept, then stirred, then smiled in her sleep, then finally opened one sleepy eye. "Can I? Can I, Allie? Please?" "Oh, you filthy disgusting pervert!' she murmured, then smiled. "Sure." He mounted, he spread the lips, his cock found the vaginal opening, now wet from his attentions, and he burrowed in. He lowered himself onto her, appreciating her warm soft skin wherever it touched against his, while down below he humped his cock in and out of her pussy, hard and insistent. "Aaahhh!" he groaned, shuddering and twitching and spurting. "Oooo!" murmured Alison, eyes still shut. "You came?" he whispered. "A little one. But nice," she said, then gave him a brief mischievous look. "Stay right like that and keep it in me while I fall asleep." He obeyed, lying on her but holding his own weight, while his cock shriveled within Alison's pussy. Several minutes passed and he could see she was asleep. Then she gave one little cough, and it pushed his floppy cock right out of her, though she never woke up. He carefully eased away from her and lay beside her, ready himself to sleep. --------------------------------------------------------- Occasionally as they went through their daily routines Jason would look at Alison and wonder about the future. She would go through puberty -- he could even see the earliest signs. Contraception -- they'd have to do something about contraception. But surely she shouldn't just stay with him that long. She should be out there meeting kids her own age, going to school, eventually getting a boyfriend. But when he thought of some horny boy looking at Alison, it made him look at her, and inevitably he saw something -- legs, hem of skirt, her butt in her jeans, or even just a delicate little hand or ear -- and he thought of how she would look naked, and then how she would feel naked against him. As often as not he would make his interest known with a caress or a touch. Sometimes Alison would put him off with a smile and a "later", other times she was game for being seduced right then and there, ending as always with his cock in her hot velvety embrace, her shudder of release and his own ecstatic messy surges of fluid into the depths of that tight velvety pocket. Even when he kept his hands to himself, it still muddled his thinking and he couldn't stay focused on the future. Soon, if not right then, his love for her would be consummated once more with a physical union that must be heaven -- how could anything be better? Life is what happens when you're making other plans -- or avoiding making plans. --------------------------------------------------------- Alison began rebelling when she reached puberty. She put a stop to their sexual relationship and kicked him out of the bedroom. He saw easily enough that she needed the privacy more than he did. He found a way to get enough free legal advice to deal with Alison's identity. He could now tell the truth about her origins with no legal danger to himself or anyone else. In possession of a birth certificate, Alison could enroll in middle school. Enough money arrived from one of her grandparents to ease their situation, so they could move into a nicer apartment with two actual bedrooms. Late in high school, her rebellion receded. She began dating. She attended junior college, married, had two children, and divorced. --------------------------------------------------------- Alison visited with 4-year-old son John and 2-year-old daughter Faith. Faith came with her traveling potty. Jason was there when Alison praised her for peeing in it instead of her diaper. She caught his eye and he looked down but couldn't hide the surge of guilt he felt. When the children were asleep, Alison made a little time to chat with her father before collapsing in bed herself. "Being a parent is hard work. I get that now." "Yeah, they're a wonderful pair of kids." After a pause, he said, "So, about your childhood..." "I was lucky. You were a good daddy." "I was an awful daddy." "Oh, that... I think I healed myself at a pretty young age by peeing all over you." She laughed. "But the other thing..." "Oh, yeah. You were pretty bad... You took a big risk... But we both lucked out." "I hope you're not just saying that." "No, it was OK. You loved me, you respected me, and you never forced me." She laughed. "And it felt good. And as for the other part... well, some kids believe in the Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus, and they get over it too." "Well, I wish I'd been better." "I wonder how many gallons of sperm you squirted up into me when I was little." Jason took his head in his hands. "Oh, it's OK. Pedophiles deserve to be happy too, I realize that now. And we surely did love each other." She gave an impish grin. "And I wasn't using my vagina for anything else. But seriously, I can still remember how you looked when you'd come, after you stopped lying. None of the other men I've slept with have ever looked like that, even once. So you had some sexual satisfaction for a few years, anyway." "It was wonderful." "Hmmm. Faith's not going to be using her vagina for anything else for several years..." "Allie!" "Oh, just kidding. You mess with Faith I'll kill you myself." So father and daughter ended the evening with a long hug, having made a bit more sense out of a complicated past. Two years later, Allie was remarried and lived on a different continent. An encrypted file arrived with a note. "She does this all the time... Nothing I taught her, I assure you! I'm bad to film it, but I dunno, I thought you might appreciate it." And there was video taken from another room through the crack of a door that was mostly shut. Zooming through the crack, the video caught Faith, lying naked on her bed, face down, head turned towards the camera with eyes closed. Her hands were underneath her at the level of her crotch, she wiggled her bottom all different ways for a few minutes before gasping and shuddering. Oh Jason appreciated it, he appreciated it a great deal! ============================================================ What did you think? I'm always eager for comments, whether positive, negative or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com.