Author: Sterling
Title: Katy's Naughty Dreams
Summary: Katy as a preschooler loves playing with herself, and
then a bit later she has dreams with sexual content far beyond
her years. Her dreams are all about a very young girl named Katy
getting lots and lots of sex. Her daddy believes firmly that
there is no such thing as an immoral dream. These dreams shake
his conviction -- but he also finds them very hot.
Keywords: MF Mg MMMg gi cons rom pedo lolita het tears ESP ScFi
fath dau 1st safe oral mastrb


NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 4/17/2013.

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Katy's Naughty Dreams


Prologue

Jenny Jones guessed it began when Katy was not quite three years
old. The first time she saw her daughter masturbating, she
thought it might be an accident. As she walked into her bedroom,
Katy sat with her legs in a W, back to the door, bouncing up and
down. When she turned around, Jenny saw her daughter's favorite
stuffed dog right where she had been sitting.

Later she saw Katy moving rhythmically as she straddled the arm
of the sofa.

"Katy, why are you doing that?"

"What?"

"Rubbing against the sofa like that."

Katy looked confused for a moment, then began rubbing again and
gave her mother a big smile. "Like this?"

"Yes, like that. Why do you do it?"

"It feels good." She shifted her gaze away from her mother to the
middle of the air as she humped in a very careful motion.

Jenny's instinct was to tell her to cut it out, but she decided
to learn more. She looked it up on the web and consulted with a
few of the other mothers. It apparently wasn't that uncommon. For
the time being, the advice was to ignore it. Her husband John was
happy to go along, as on most parenting matters.

But when Katy started preschool, the teacher brought it up
casually and asked if Jenny had noticed that behavior at home.
Jenny explained the advice she'd been given to just ignore it so
her daughter didn't get the message that her body was shameful.

The teacher suggested it might be time to move to the next stage,
which Jenny knew well from her reading. She'd emphasize that
there was nothing wrong about what she was doing, but it was
something to do in private, in her bedroom with the door closed.
Katy tried, but she forgot a lot of the time.

Katy was approaching four, and she masturbated even more. It
seemed all too often some rhythmic sound would come to Jenny's
attention, and she'd find her daughter moving up and down with
her crotch pressed against something. It could be anything -- the
stuffed dog, her wadded-up sweater or pillow, the arm of the
sofa, or quite commonly the center post of her car seat. It could
even just be a floor, as the girl spread her legs especially wide
so her tender female parts pressed hard against the flat surface
on the downstroke, and came mostly away on the upstroke.

The teachers reported that at preschool it was something of a
problem. Katy always stopped when it was pointed out to her, but
then she forgot again. Jenny was secretly relieved when the
teachers' fancy methods at curbing this behavior were no more
effective than her own best effort at home.

Katy's line, "Goodnight, grandma. I'm going to masturbate before
I go to sleep!" was reported cheerfully by Jenny's mother, but
Jenny was still embarrassed. There followed the explanation to
Katy that it wasn't something to talk about either, at least not
with anyone other than mommy or daddy. There was no need to feel
ashamed, but it was private enough that you not only did it in
private, but you didn't talk about doing it.

Katy was doing much better by age five. One day Jenny paused in
the hallway a few yards short of Katy's door, where the angles
were right to give her a thin vertical view into her room. She
realized Katy had been very good about not doing it in public for
some time. But now she saw her squatting, almost like a frog,
holding her weight on her hands and rubbing her crotch on the
hardwood floor. Her dress had ridden up, Katy's eyes were closed,
and her whole world seemed to be her pantied crotch pressing
against the floor, as she carefully changed pressures and angles
in a rhythmic motion to get exactly the sensations she wanted.
The rhythm became jerky, with pauses between small, intense
presses. Katy's brow furrowed, she bit her lip, and then she
shuddered and relaxed. Her eyes opened halfway, and Jenny
suddenly realized Katy was directly facing her, and she had just
been spying on her own daughter having an orgasm! She slipped
back down the hallway the other direction, realizing her own
loins were glowing a bit. That night she surprised John by
suggesting sex, which he'd said he wished she'd do more. He was
happy, though of course she didn't dream of mentioning the
relationship to what she'd seen Katy doing.


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Katy's Naughty Dreams: The Main Part (you know; what's between
the prologue and the epilogue)

Like all children, Katy was curious about where babies came from.
John had heard Jenny report on a couple of the earliest
inquiries, which she was able to answer with generalities about
how part of the daddy got together with part of the mommy and
grew in the mommy's tummy. Then once he'd heard Jenny stumble
awkwardly in answer to, "But how does part of the daddy get into
the mommy?"

John was more comfortable with these things than his wife. When
he came in to say goodnight, he paused and asked, "I heard you
ask mom about how babies are made. Did she answer your question?"

"It didn't make any sense."

John smiled. "I'm not surprised. Do you want me to tell you?"

Katy nodded eagerly.

"You know how boys have a penis and you girls don't, but you have
some labia?" That was the word they'd used for her external
genitalia.

"Yeah."

"Well, daddies have penises too, of course, and between a woman's
labia there's a special hole called a vagina. That's what mommies
and daddies use to make babies: a penis and vagina."

"Yeah, I know what they are. But how do they use them? I still
don't get it."

"OK, I can tell you, but sometimes kids are grossed out. It's not
something you have to know about at your age unless you want to."

"I want to! I want to! How does it work?"

John sighed and gulped. "Well, when the mommy and daddy both
decide they want a baby, the daddy sticks his penis into the
mommy's vagina, and then some special fluid comes out the end of
his penis right into her vagina. That fluid combines with
something in the mommy to make the baby."

Katy's eyes were wide, her jaw open, but there was no visible
'yuck' reaction. "That's weird! So, so -- you and mommy did
that?"

"Um, yeah, that's how we made you."

"You -- you peed in her?" Now there was a wrinkled nose.

"No, it's not pee, it's something else that only comes out then.
And a daddy only does it when a mommy really wants him to."

"OK. Wow, that's weird... Thanks, daddy! Thanks for telling me!
Mommy just never made sense about it."

"Thanks, Katy, happy to help. Love you. Goodnight."

"Love you too. Good night."

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"Daddy?"

The soft, sweet voice of his daughter roused him gradually from
sleep.

"Daddy?" The voice was coming from Katy's room down the hall.
Jenny did the bulk of the child-rearing, but John was the lighter
sleeper, so he usually woke first when Katy called out in the
night. It made sense for him to handle it if he could. Except
when she was sick, Katy had been a very good sleeper.

He rose quietly and pulled the master bedroom door mostly closed
as he left, then went to Katy's room.

"What is it, honey?"

"I had a dream."

"A bad dream?"

"A dream. It was with me and Luke, from school. Except in the
dream he was a grown up. A man."

Katy didn't seem especially frightened or upset, so John was a
little irritated that she'd woken him up.

"We wanted to make a baby together. So we took our clothes off,
and I knew his penis would have to go in my vagina, but instead
of a penis, he had something else where his penis would be. It
was big and long and hard, like a big carrot!"

She had John's attention now.

"I said, 'What's that? We're supposed to use your penis.' And he
said, 'It is my penis!' But it was way too big. We both looked
down at me, you know, between the legs, and I opened myself up to
show my vagina, but it was too small. 'But I know it's got to go
in there!' he said, and he climbed on top of me, like he was
going to stick it into me anyway. I was scared, and I woke up.
But I was kind of excited too."

"That is a pretty unusual dream," said John, quite surprised but
not wanting to make a big deal of it. "You want a hug and then
back to sleep?"

After the hug, Katy said, "But what was that thing where his
penis should be?"

"Um, penises can change. Usually they're small and floppy. But
when a man's going to make a baby, it gets big and hard like
that. That really was his penis."

"It was? Then... It's too big."

"Well, when girls grow up, their vaginas get bigger too, and
they're pretty stretchy, so a big hard penis can fit in."

"So -- so, it was real?"

"No, honey, of course not. It was just a dream." He came out of
his night time fog enough to be puzzled. How could she be
dreaming accurately about something that she had never been
exposed to? "Are you sure you've never seen a big penis like
that?"

"No, never. I didn't think it was a penis."

"You didn't see anything like it before, thinking it was
something else?"

"No."

"Hmmm, that's strange."

"But there's something else, daddy. It wasn't just like we
decided to make a baby and decided to do that yucky thing. He
really wanted to put it in me, like just really wanted to, like
it would be fun. And I wanted him to too. If I could have figured
out how it fit. I wanted him to do that weird thing to me!"

"Well, Katy, that's the way it is with mommies and daddies. They
like it when he puts his penis into her vagina. They do it even
when they're not trying to make a baby, because, well, because
they want to. And it feels good."

Katy sat up straight. "So you and mommy did it more than once?"

"Um, yes, Katy. We did it more than once. All married men and
women do it regularly -- in private, and they don't tell anyone,
of course."

"Huh!"

"But that's all for when you're much, much older. Little kids
don't do anything like that. And even when you grow up, you never
have to do it if you don't want to."

"But in my dream --"

"Ah, it's just a dream, Katy. We dream all kinds of things. Don't
worry about it. Now go back to sleep."

"OK, daddy."

After another kiss, he trudged back to bed. As he was drifting
off, he wondered why Katy would be having a dream like that. One
possibility was sexual abuse. So he asked her casually later if
she and her friends ever played with what was between each
other's legs, and she said 'no' almost absentmindedly, so he was
about as sure as he could be that there was nothing like that
going on.

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"Daddy? Daddy?"

John dragged himself out of a deep sleep and walked down to
Katy's room.

"Daddy, I had another dream!"

She didn't look at all upset. He was of a mind to tell her she
was a big girl and to go back to sleep unless she was really
scared, but he hesitated. Her last dream had certainly been
interesting. He sighed.

"I dreamed about Luke again. We wanted to make a baby, and he got
on top of me and stuck that big fat penis right between my legs
and pushed. And it felt really weird, but it just slid inside! It
felt so big up there, but it didn't hurt. And then in my dream it
felt really good! Really, really good! And then I had one of
those... well, you know how I used to masturbate and then you got
me to only do it in private?"

"Yes, I remember. You've been very good about that lately."

"Well, when I do it for a while, I get this big happy feeling and
then I'm done. I still do it a lot, daddy. Just about every
night. I like those big happy feelings."

"Umm, that's nice --"

"But in my dream I had the same kind! When his big penis was
going in and out of me really fast! So is that how it feels good,
like that?"

"Um..." He was more comfortable talking about sex than his wife,
but how much should he say? Be honest, answer the question, and
get back to bed, he figured. "Yes, that's how it feels good. Just
like that."

"But in the dream he acted like that too, his thingie got real
big up inside me and then he moaned and relaxed."

"Yeah, it's the same thing. Boys feel that too. I mean men do.
When they're making babies. In fact, it's just when they feel
really good that the special fluid comes out."

"Oh, wow! So I can feel good when a big penis is going in and out
of me?"

"No, Katy. You're way too young. Your vagina is still small. None
of this happens for real until you're much older."

"But I feel good down there. I feel really good, so that part's
already grown up!"

"Um, well, maybe, but you're still way too young to be even
thinking about doing it with anyone else." But apparently not too
young to have dreams about it.

"Daddy, what's that bulge down there?" Before John could react,
she reached out and made contact with his erect penis. Katy's
eyes were like saucers.

John snatched her hand away roughly and put it back in her lap.
"Katy! That's private. You know now to touch people's private
parts!" He hadn't realized his body was reacting that way.

"But daddy, it's big and hard. Like you want to make a baby!"

"No, honey, it's not that at all. A penis gets hard other times
too, not just when he wants to make a baby." And one of those
times is when people are talking about sex. Even little girls.
And it was obvious from Katy's grin that she knew it wasn't an
accident either. "So, now, it's time to go back to sleep! You
feel OK?"

She nodded and flopped down on her back. He pulled the covers up
and gave her a brief kiss on the cheek.

"Good night, daddy!"

"Good night."

His cock was still hard as he lay in bed. Part of him was tempted
to wake Jenny up for sex, but she'd never go for that. She lay on
her side facing away from him, curled up. He had a momentary
impulse to nestle behind her, pull her panties to the side and
plunge deep into her pussy. He was sure he'd blow his load the
second he got in to the hilt. But that was out of the question of
course.

Then he heard a giggle from his daughter's room, then another
one, and he was wide awake. He listened very carefully and
thought he heard faint rustling. He knew he heard a few moans,
and after a while he definitely heard a big, "Aaaaahhhhhh!"

He wasn't attracted to his daughter, of course. She was five and
a half years old! And it would be incest. But when she talked
about sex in such detail and with such delight... It naturally
got him in the mood, right? He figured Katy would fall asleep
after her orgasm, and indeed there were no more sounds. But he
was wide awake. He lay for a minute, trying to relax, then tossed
and turned. Finally he walked to the master bathroom, reflecting
that had been ages since he'd done this in the bathroom. What was
good enough for daughter was good enough for father too. He got a
wad of toilet paper in his left hand, ready to catch his mess. He
stroked himself with his right, fantasizing about Elizabeth, the
young assistant at the office -- fantasizing she lay on the
waiting room couch, dress up and panties down as she invited him
into her pussy. Imagining himself thrusting deep into her cunt,
he soon got his release, sticking the wad of toilet paper over
the end of his cock just as it started spurting. When he'd caught
his breath he went back to bed. Just as he was drifting off, he
realized uneasily that in his imagination Katy's face had
superimposed itself on Elizabeth's just as he came.

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"Daddy?"

It was after dinner, and Jenny was cleaning the kitchen. Katy had
found him in his study. There were still a couple minutes before
bath time.

"I had another dream last night, and I didn't wake you up."

"You weren't too scared, I hope?"

"No, not scared. It was the same kind of dream, but, well, even
more. But I can't remember it so well now. I didn't want to wake
you up, but with no one to tell it to it just kind of went away."

"Dreams do that," he said.

"But I want to remember!" she said.

He pursed his lips, thinking. Part of him was dying to know what
his daughter's imagination had come up with this time. But
mostly, like a good daddy, he wanted to help his daughter. He had
an idea. They took most of their pictures with their phones these
days, but he had kept the old digital camera. "There's the
camera, right? It takes movies."

"But there's nothing to see!" said Katy with a giggle.

"True, but movies have sound too, right?"

"Oh."

"So I can set the camera up for you, and if you wake up with a
dream, you can turn it on and tell the dream. Softly, though, so
you don't wake me and mommy up."

"OK, thanks daddy!"

While Katy took her bath he set the camera up in her room on the
bedside table.


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John was totally nonchalant about it. Just one more little job to
do. While Jenny was supervising Katy's bath the next evening, he
examined the camera in Katy's room and saw there was a movie. It
was very nice of Katy not to wake him up. He could do his part of
helping Katy remember her dreams during waking hours. So he
uploaded the movie to his desktop computer in his study and
erased it on the camera to make more room, then he put the camera
back where it was.

In their household Katy went to bed first, of course, by 8:30 in
theory. Jenny turned in around 11:00, and John typically stayed
up until 12:30.

At 11:30 John seated himself before the computer in his study. He
figured he ought to see if the recording process had worked.
Maybe it would be inaudible, or he would just hear some confused
babbling that would trail off within a few minutes, followed by
silence until the camera's memory was full. The important thing
was that he was helping Katy do something she wanted -- to
remember her dreams.

"Hi, camera, this is Katy. Can you hear me? I had another really
weird dream. My daddy said I shouldn't wake him up all the time
just because I have weird dreams. Unless I'm really scared or
something. But if I tell it to you, Mr. Camera, then maybe I'll
remember it better. So you'll have to pretend to be my daddy. So,
this is what I dreamed."

John instantly forgot that his purpose was to make sure the
camera was working right. Katy's dream was mesmerizing. There
were characters and dialog. She used different voices for the
different parts. She was also dreaming about other people's
thoughts.

[Few people can dictate a story smoothly, and far fewer
kindergarteners. So it's presented in cleaned up form, with
grown-up vocabulary added. But the story is all Katy's. Katy's
dream story.]

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Katy's Dream: A Cunny Makes Sperm Smell Sweet


"William Reynolds Jones!"

"Wha? Huh?"

"You wake up this minute! I can smell it all the way in the other
room!"

"Smell what? Ummm, uh-oh."

"Another wet dream! You're a very rude boy!"

"I'm sorry, mom, I can't help it."

"Oh, you can't help it, huh? You can't help it once you're in
bed, but you know how to prevent it, right?"

"Um, yeah, I guess..."

"You guess! Sperm smells disgusting when it just goes out in the
air like that. You remember where you're supposed to put it?"

"Umm, yeah, I guess, but I was so tired after practice."

"Well, I'm sure you were, but you still remembered to go to the
bathroom before bed, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, it's not much harder to prevent a wet dream, right?"

"Well, a little." Bill stripped off his pajamas and briefs and
threw them angrily onto the floor, then headed off naked to the
bathroom for a very quick shower. He hoped he would find on his
return that his mother had taken the dirty clothes to soak and
headed back to bed, but no such luck.

"So, tell me your plan to keep this from happening again."

"Mom, I know what to do!" he said with exasperation.

His mother told him anyway. "Your darling sweet sister Katy,
she's 8 years old now. She'll take it! You know she adores you,
and she loves pulling down her panties, spreading her legs and
having you dive in. And a boy your age, a couple strokes and you
start spurting, right? Just stay in long enough that all the
dribbles are out, then use her cunny lips as a squeegee on the
way out. And her girly juice makes your semen all clean and fresh
before it comes out. And it's good for her, too."

"I know all that, mom," he said with exasperation. "I've been
doing it a couple times a week for a year."

"Just six months. But after those couple wet dreams a month ago
you agreed to do it at least every other day, right? You're
growing up and making more sperm, so you've got to get rid of it
more often. I'm thinking we'd better go to every single day.
You're lucky, you know. A lot of boys have to go over to a
neighbor's house to find a free little girl to take it, and it's
not always close. You've got your own sister, and she loves to
get it."

Katy padded in.

"What's that yucky smell? Did you do bad with your sperm again,
Billy? Don't you like me enough?"

"Gosh, I'm sorry, Katy. I was so tired and you were already
asleep!"

"That's OK, Billy. You can just crawl into my bed and pull up my
nightie. I don't wear panties to bed, just for you. I'd wake up
in time to have a big squeezy cum-cum when you stick it in, and
it only takes you a couple seconds."

"Yeah, I'm sorry, sis. Tomorrow night, OK?"

"Bill..." said his mother, her hand gliding between his legs.

"What? I already shot the stuff out just a few minutes ago!" he
said, but he didn't move away.

"Yeah, true..." said his mother, stroking her son's organ, which
rapidly got hard. "But a boy your age..."

"Oh, all right! ... Katy, would you like a nice quick little fuck
now?"

His mother interrupted. "You owe her a nice long one -- you can
last at least a minute!"

"Oh, goody!" said Katy.

Katy skipped back to her room, and Bill followed, his stiff cock
swing from side to side.

Within seconds she was on her back, nightgown scrunched up around
her stomach, with no panties covering her tender girl flesh.

"Tell you what, sis, let me be specially nice to you," he said,
aiming his tongue rather than his cock between her legs.

"Oh, that's OK, you don't have to... don't have to... Oh, mmmmmm,
aaaahhhhhhh, oh, Billy, oh, oh, OH!" She went silent and started
twitching.

As he rose to replace tongue with cock, he noticed his mother at
the doorway, smiling. He gave her a dirty look, and she
disappeared with a quick wave.

When Katy stopped twitching, she spread her pussy lips apart for
her big brother's prong.

He slid into her slick, hot, ever-so-grateful pussy, which
squeezed him tightly, asking in its primitive lusty way for his
mess of sperm.

Her eyes were shut, and her face showed how much she liked it,
while her little hands rested gently on his upper back.

Bill gave deep, strong thrusts as his cock swelled and the
delicious pleasure built. When he felt his orgasm becoming
inevitable, he switched to a higher gear, stabbing deep into his
little sister, each jab hard against the end of her pussy giving
her another jolt of pleasure. And then as his ecstasy matched
hers, his own contractions began, shooting thick blobs of his
sperm into her depths. As her cervix sensed the sperm, it
completed her orgasm. Her cunny gripped him especially hard, and
he knew she was ready for him to pull out as he was. He didn't
need to use her cunny lips as a squeegee, since her cunt muscles
were very strong and gripped him so tightly, keeping every drop
of fluid up inside her. He loved his sister, and lay beside her
for a minute enjoying her small warm presence. Yeah, he'd have to
make sure to do this every night, no matter how tired he was.

When he got up, Katy was asleep already, and Bill thought about
pulling the nightgown down to make her decent but didn't want to
wake her up. He drew up the covers, blew a kiss onto her cheek,
and headed back to bed.

Meanwhile, like all little cunnies, his sister's stayed tight
shut until it turned his sperm sweet. When she went to the toilet
in the morning she first let the sperm ooze out onto some toilet
paper and stuck her finger up inside to get the rest of it out.
Then she put that aside while she peed. She wiped herself with
some other paper she dropped into the toilet as usual. Then she
put the special paper in the dish on the hallway table that was
just for that purpose, and the heavenly smell of brotherly sperm
transformed by sisterly cunny could grace the house for the rest
of the day.

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At that point in the recording Katy switched from storytelling to
commentary. "I think there was some more, camera, but that's all
I can remember. And I'm pretty tired." After a brief pause, she
added, more to herself than the camera, "How do I know all that
stuff?"

She yawned and he heard rustling, but no more talking. She had
forgotten to turn off the camera. His instinct was that she was
wasting tape -- but of course in this modern era she wasn't using
up anything except a little battery charge.

John realized that in her telling of the tale, there was a point
where her voice slowed and she took some extra breaths. When she
said, "Oh, Billy, oh, oh, OH!", it was very convincing. There
were then sighs and a few seconds of silence before she said,
"She went silent and started twitching." She didn't say that
exactly, of course. Each phrase was exhaled breathily: "She
didn't ... make any sound ... for a while, then, ... uuhhh, ...
her body did twitches." So she was obviously masturbating, and
coming just at the point in the story where she dreamed she came.
That was OK. She was following the rules, doing it in private; it
was her private recording of her private dream. But then she
really had wanted to tell him these dreams, and recording it was
a compromise, so of course she'd expect he might listen to it. He
wondered if he should ask her if she wanted to listen too. He was
suddenly very uncomfortable. However mellow he might think he was
talking about sex, the idea of listening to that recording with
her present was something else again. She might have forgotten
already that she'd even had the dream -- he hoped she had. But
there was no harm in saving it. It would be like a home movie if
Katy was interested when she was older. It was a pretty racy home
movie, though, so he put it on an encrypted partition.

John also realized his erection was very hard. At his desk he
sorted bills for a while and the erection subsided.

John had left the camera on her bedside table lying on its back,
and the initial jiggling of the picture suggested she had just
grabbed the camera and pressed the "On" button. All the video
showed was the ceiling in gray, with a gradient of light
diffusing from the night light in the hallway. It occurred to him
that if he put the camera standing up, then all she'd have to do
to turn it on was press down on the "On" button, which would then
be on top. He crept into her room. He first checked and found no
dream recorded, then changed it to that position. It didn't
really matter which way it was pointed for the purpose at hand,
but he pointed it at her, and if she didn't move it around, maybe
some facial expressions would be discernible in the gray.

When he checked during bath time the next day, there was no movie
recorded on the camera. He felt disappointment, and a brief wash
of shame at his reaction. But there was one the next night.

There was the sound of a big yawn. "That was a really weird one
too! Last night I told the whole dream and then realized I didn't
push the button to turn the camera on. Dumb Katy! But then I was
too tired to tell it all over again. Something about lots and
lots of men with penises above me, and all the sperm shot out
onto my tummy." She giggled briefly. "This time I remembered.
Here's what I dreamed:"

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Katy's Dream: I'm a Big Girl Now!

Katy stamped her foot. "But mommy! I'm a big girl! I'm big enough
to get it!"

"No way," said 8-year-old Annie. "You're still just a kid."

"I am not!" Tears of rage filled the 6-year-old.

"Now, now, Annie," said their mother Kristin. "You were about her
age when you got it for the first time."

Annie let with a sniff.

"So why are you so impatient, little Katy?"

"You get it; I've seen it. And you feel so good. And Annie gets
it too, and has her orgasms. But I never get any!"

"You know as well as I do that your vagina has to get big enough,
otherwise it will hurt. And Mark from next door has been very
nice, bringing his cum over in a cup."

"It's not a cunny! It's a vagina -- or a cunt! I'm big enough to
have a cunt!"

"OK, honey, we can call it your cunt. And you've been a good
girl, smearing Mark's stuff all over your big lips and little
lips and stuffing it in your pussy to help it get bigger."

"Stuffing it up my cunt, mommy!"

"OK. But 'pussy' isn't just for little girls, big girls have
pussies too. And I helped you too, right? I used my finger so I
could get the stuff in further, right? Because it's longer? And I
check how you're coming along."

"Yeah. Can you try again now, to see if I'm big enough?"

Kristin sighed. "Well, OK, if you really want. But I tried just
yesterday, remember?"

Katy grinned, hitched up her white dress, bounced down on the
sofa, lifted her hips enough to pull her panties down around her
ankles, and then spread her legs wide.

Kristin spread her daughter's lips with one hand and slid the tip
of her middle finger smoothly into the girl. When she was a girl,
her vagina would have been dry.

But there had been the genetic engineering that everyone was
doing, and she was always amazed how her girls were different
from her. All Katy had to do was think about sex for a couple
seconds and her pussy got engorged, wet and long. Her finger slid
easily up into her daughter. She withdrew that finger and put in
two, and though they weren't quite as tight as yesterday, she
said, "I don't think so, honey."

"Try the third one, OK? Put the third finger in!" They both knew
that if her mother could get three fingers in, then she'd be big
enough for her daddy's penis.

"Well, OK, but tell me if it hurts." She was just able to get the
three finger tips in, and Katy didn't cry out. Her brow furrowed
for just a second.

"You want me to put them in more?"

"Yeah!"

Kristin pushed, and they slid all the way inside.

"See, they went! I don't mind if it hurts a little! I want to
feel daddy up there!"

How had her baby grown up so fast! To be ready for sex already!
When she was a girl she never even thought about sex, but the
genetic change made girls think about it from when they were
little. Of course she'd been able to play with herself and get
good feelings, like when she bounced up and down on her teddy
bear. Her daughters couldn't do that. Their clitoris was deep
inside, right up by their cervix. The longest finger just
couldn't reach it, or if it did, it didn't feel like anything. It
was only a penis that could make it feel good. A girl like Annie
just felt fantastic as the penis pumped in and out, and then when
the man in his extremity spurted his semen onto it, her clitoris
could sense it and that's when she'd convulse with orgasm and
release. One idea of the change was to get the sexes aligned so
all a man had to do was seek his pleasure and he'd automatically
give the woman just what she wanted. Or the girl.

"OK," sighed Kristin.

Katy bounced up and with her panties still around her ankles,
hugged her mother and covered her with kisses. "Thank you, thank
you, thank you!" she said.

It was late on a sunny afternoon. "But you'd better get ready.
Take a bath now, and then we'll get your pink panties and that
blue dress, OK? You want to be pretty for daddy."

"OK, mommy, OK!" said Katy. She zoomed off to get ready for her
bath in record time.

Kristin knew that her husband Steve had been looking at Katy
longingly for some time now. He would be very happy to get into
his youngest daughter's pussy.

Katy was all butterflies when his daddy came into her room. Her
mommy had said Katy could tell him she was ready for sex with
him, but she had been too shy. What if he didn't want her after
all? She'd had her mommy tell him.

"Hi, honey," he said softly as he stood before her.

"Hi," was all she managed.

"Stand up, princess... You're so pretty... Here, come to daddy."

He held out his arms and took her under the arms as she jumped,
then wrapped her legs around behind his back, hands clutching his
shoulders. One of his hands was under her bottom, the other
behind her back.

"So pretty," he said, and reached in slowly for a kiss. A real
grown-up kiss!

Katy's lips tingled. After a brief pause, their lips rubbed back
and forth very gently.

"So sexy," he said next. The hand holding her bottom squeezed,
and he brought his face back away from hers.

"You want to lie down? There are so many places I want to touch
you!"

"Yes!" Katy said. Moments later her daddy wore nothing but
briefs, which covered a large bulge. As she sat beside him on the
bed his hands were all over her, gliding over her arms and neck,
the back and front of her dress. His lips kissed her hair, her
cheek, her ear, and then her lips again for minutes at a time.
She could hear the excitement in his breathing.

His left hand slid up under her dress and touched softly but
urgently against her girl part through her panties. She spread
her legs to allow more contact.

"Let's both get naked," he said suddenly, and she nodded eagerly.
He whipped off her dress as she lifted her bottom once, tugging
on her panties when she was a little slow to lift that bottom a
second time. His own briefs disappeared in a flash, revealing the
strong, firm organ she had admired so many times as she'd seen it
burrow into her mother or sister or some other female. Now it was
her turn!

She lay on her back, legs spread, hands out to the sides. Her
daddy was going to do his sexual thing with her. As he mounted
her, eyes bright with lust, she reached out one hand to brush his
approaching stiff cock.

"That's nice, honey, but I've got to get into you -- into your
sweet cunt!"

Katy thrilled at the word that meant he saw her as a big girl,
and a moment later she thrilled at the warm knob pressing against
her cunt's opening.

Then he pressed hard. Her tissues stretched and stretched some
more. There was a little sting, but mostly she was just amazed to
feel his hot cock stuff her little body. He didn't waste time
before burrowing into her, deeper and deeper, until finally she
felt it for the first time in her life. Sexual pleasure! Her
daddy was very excited and showed his love for her by thrusting
in and out, hard and deep and fast, over and over. Each time he
jammed his cock tip into the end of her, she felt a new jolt of
pleasure.

"Oh, baby," he said. "You want it? You want all the gooey sperm?"

"Yes!" panted Katy frantically. She was on fire with pleasure but
also knew she needed more.

Her daddy growled, "You're so sexy, little Katy, I love you so
much, oh, unnnh, arrgggh, oh, oh, UNNNNHHHHH!"

And that's when she felt it. Honey, ambrosia, magic fluid pulsed
into her, bathing her little cervix and giving her ecstasy beyond
anything she'd dreamed possible. And it was her daddy doing it to
her, and she was a sexy big girl who made him do it and feel so
happy himself. She cried for joy and squeezed him, and as he
looked at her, his eyes were moist too.

When they'd caught their breath, he began kissing her again, and
she eagerly kissed him back.

His cock had slid out of her and shrunk, and now she felt it
growing again, pressing against her leg. "You want ti again?" he
asked urgently. In response to her eager nod, he mounted her
again, his knees nudging her legs even further apart. He shoved
his organ once more to the hilt and started fucking away again.
It felt just as fantastic, but she treasured the unfinished
delight more this time since she knew how it would end. And
within a couple minutes, everything was right with the world as
he spurted his ecstasy deep in her cunt, causing hers an instant
later.

Twice more they did it before she fell asleep in his arms. Once
in the night she felt his desire again and nodded eagerly when he
asked if she'd like it again. He spent less than a minute
plunging her depths before sending her over the top again. And
they did it one final time in the morning, where he teased her
for 20 minutes of build-up before his cock spat its load against
her cervix and gave her the richest orgasm of all.

She loved her daddy more than anyone ever loved another person.

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After a pause, Katy said, "You know, Mr. Camera, Daddy told me
about how men and women really like making babies. And he said
how women get those fantastic feelings from a penis going in and
out -- unnh, unnh, unnh! I just had to poke around up there and
find what it was like. It really is a hole! And when I've been
doing my naughty thing for a while, it gets kind of wet in there.
I poked with my pinky, and it went in and it hurt just a little.
Now I use my middle finger and can shove it in all the way and
can't reach the end. It feels nice, but I don't get any big happy
feelings like the other way. Well, nighty-night, camera." Her
face loomed in the picture and she mimed a kiss towards the lens,
then a hand reached in and shut it off.

John's cock reached peak hardness a short way into Katy's story,
and he fished it out of his pants. Katy was dreaming about doing
it with her father! The study door was open, but he didn't care
if Jenny or even Katy walked in on him. He stroked himself enough
to get pleasure, but held his climax as the story unfolded.
Adding to his frantic desire was the video. The camera was aimed
too high to show the bed, but it showed Katy's two knees. They
moved in an irregular pattern, but the fast rhythm of what was
happening between his girl's legs moved her knees. When her mommy
got three fingers in, her calves and feet flew up into the air,
toes pointing and flexing. At the moment of the first
simultaneous daddy-daughter orgasm in the story, the knees
suddenly went higher as she thrust her hips upward, though not
high enough to show any part of her pelvis in the picture. At the
same moment, John shot his first spurt onto his throat, while the
second and third formed big globs on his dress shirt.

As his thoughts gradually unfogged from orgasm, he pondered.
Where was Katy getting these ideas? How would she have gotten the
idea of genetically engineered females with different sexuality?
And all those X-rated words! Was it possible she had really been
exposed to all that? He was amused to catch himself seriously
wondering if she was possessed by some sort of demon spirit.
Whatever its source, her psyche had dreams of a great deal of
very explicit sex, involving Katy herself. First there was
brother-sister incest, then father-daughter. Not just any
daughter. A girl named Katy. Katy and her father. He smiled, then
sobered as he realized it was all just imagination, and could
never be real.


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Katy's Dream: Show and Tell


"Now, class, let's move on to show and tell."

Second grader Katy groaned softly and shifted in her seat. She'd
forgotten to bring something! And this was the second time in a
month. Mrs. Hawkins would not be pleased at all!

One by one the boys and girls went up to the front and described
what they'd brought: blue jay feather, cupcake wrapper, newspaper
clipping, doll, old coin...

And then it was her turn. She couldn't just say she didn't have
anything -- she just couldn't. She'd forgotten her homework a
couple times recently too. But if she walked to the front of the
class, she could put off the moment of reckoning for just a
little longer. There she stood, all eyes on her, panicked. And
then she had an idea. She flipped up her dress to reveal the
diaper she was wearing. She'd taken it from the supply for her
baby brother.

There were gasps and giggles. "Does she wet her pants?" whispered
one girl to her neighbor.

"Class, class, be quiet!" barked Mrs. Hawkins. "Katy, what is the
meaning of this?"

Holding the front of her dress in her teeth, Katy unfastened the
adhesive tabs that held it closed and lowered it a little.

Her pussy lips came into view. They were covered with sticky
stuff.

"Um," she said. "This is a diaper."

"Do you have a medical problem?" asked the teacher sternly.

"No, I don't!" Katy said. "But when men and big boys do their cum
up in my little pussy, it leaks all over everything!" As she
spoke, another little blob dripped off of her pussy lips and into
the diaper below.

Mrs. Hawkins strode over and put her hand out. Katy meekly handed
the diaper over. The teacher raised it to her nose and sniffed.
Apparently she was satisfied that Katy was telling the truth
about what the diaper contained.

"We should get you to the doctor, Katy, after what happened. Are
you injured?"

"Oh, no! Not at all." She let her dress drop back down so she was
modest again.

"What are you talking about?" asked Joey, one of the little boys.

"Oh! Oh dear," said Mrs. Hawkins. "I'm not supposed to be
teaching you this, but..." She took the time to explain the
basics of how babies were made, ending with, "And sometimes bad
men do that to little girls like Katy, even though they're way
too young to have babies... Let me pass this around. You can look
and sniff, but don't touch!"

Katy felt slimy stuff gathering on her pussy lips and reached up
under her dress to slather it on the inside of her thigh -- at
least she wouldn't leak on the carpet, because that would make
Mrs. Hawkins angry too. Seeing her difficulty, the teacher handed
her a box of tissues, which Katy availed herself of gratefully.

"So, tell us what happened, Katy."

"Um, well, I have my three big brothers and my daddy, and they do
their cums up my cunny every night -- they thank me so much and
tell me how nice I am, and do all my chores for me. But last
night my aunt and uncle were visiting with their sons. They have
two sets of twins. Larry and Lester are 16, while John and Josh
are 13. And they'd never had a chance to put their dic -- their
penises into a girl before, so they were all excited to. So after
dinner last night most of the family ended up in my mommy and
daddy's bedroom upstairs. All four of the cousins did it."

"Oh, dear," said Mrs. Hawkins, sighing. "Go on."

"So..." She realized what she was going to say was actually kind
of the truth. "I was going to find a show and tell, but I never
got the time."

"Surely you can tell your cousins that they need to keep their
penises in their pants long enough for you to do your homework?"

"Well..." She had a point. "But my mommy says that if I let one
boy poke me up there and finish and make a mess in there, it's
not polite to say no to the others. That's playing favorites."

"Really!" said Mrs. Hawkins, shaking her head. "How did this all
get started?"

"Well, my biggest brother Luke started coming into my bedroom at
night. He's always been my favorite brother, and we did back rubs
and stuff, and then did them without clothes, and then he began
playing with my private girl parts."

"And you didn't stop him?"

"No, well -- it felt good, you see. Then he started licking me
down there..." She surely couldn't say just how good that felt,
but she suddenly realized she was smiling and just as suddenly
made herself stop.

"Then what?" asked a girl, sitting on the edge of her seat.

"And he kept putting fingers up inside me, and that felt OK, and
then he started putting his penis up there, and that felt really
great. And so we'd do that every night." She paused.

"Yes?" prodded Mrs. Hawkins.

"Then my mommy found out."

"And I hope she punished your brother?"

"No, she asked me and I said it was fun, so she figured it was up
to me."

"My goodness!"

"But she said it wasn't fair to keep it just between me and Luke.
My other brothers might get their feelings hurt. So my other two
brothers started doing it too. And then my daddy joined in. He's
got the biggest penis of anyone!"

All eyes were riveted on Katy. A trickle of sperm flowed down her
thigh past the hem of her dress.

"You're leaking," said a boy.

"Oh! Thanks," said Katy, who got another tissue to wipe it
up. "So sometimes I'd get tired of lying there while they poked
their penises into me, but my mommy says it's not polite to tease
a boy. Once you let him do it once, you can't just make him
stop," she said.

"Is that so?" murmured Mrs. Hawkins.

"So, last night, when my cousins and my uncle and my dad and my
brothers had all done it once, the cousins wanted to do it again.
My mommy explained that their balls had lots and lots of sperm to
get rid of, because they'd never had a girl to do it in before.
So they stuck their thingies up again and spurted some more. But
after they'd done it three times each, she put her foot down and
said that was enough for everyone. Even so, I didn't get to sleep
until midnight!"

The class was silent.

"But then in the middle of the night the four cousins snuck into
my bedroom and said they really wanted to do it again. They had
to leave today so they'd never get a chance to do it again for a
long time. So I let them. I figured that's what my mommy would
want me to do if she wasn't worried about me getting enough
sleep, and I knew I'd have enough sleep. So they each did it a
bunch of times, and I kind of fell asleep after a while, and
didn't go to the bathroom afterward to clean myself like I
usually do. And I woke up late and had to rush to get here, so I
just grabbed one of my baby brother's diapers."

"Well, that was resourceful of you," said Mrs. Hawkins. "That was
certainly a unique show and tell. Do you want this back?"

"Oh yes, I think I'd better, or I'll leak all over everything,"
said Katy, wiping herself once more with tissues to make her
point.

"Yes, I can see that," said the teacher, handing back the diaper.
And she smiled.

Katy put the diaper back in position, but the tabs wouldn't stick
again. Mrs. Hawkins saw her dilemma and handed her some tape, so
she taped the diaper on again.

She worried a little because she'd lied. The cousins had only
done it to her twice before bed and once in the middle of the
night. And she didn't say how she loved it like never before,
because after so many penis-pokes she just started having another
orgasm every time one of them stuck his cock into her, and it
felt fantastic.

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Dreams cannot be bad, said John. Dreams cannot be bad, he
repeated to himself. That was a pretty gross dream! Wholesale
incest. Rivers of cum. Explaining it in front of class. John
shuddered. Dreams cannot be bad.

While recounting this dream to the camera Katy had sat on the bed
facing the bedside table, with her hand under her nightgown
moving rhythmically. There was just enough light to see her face
go slack with pleasure the three times she'd orgasmed during the
telling.

Fortunately the daytime Katy still seemed like a well-adjusted
child. She did well in school and had friends -- none of whom had
big brothers or other men hanging out at their houses, he took
some pains to ascertain. She wasn't exactly an angel at home, but
she was good enough. She was apparently an avid masturbator, but
was very conscientious about doing it only alone, and everyone
said a person couldn't hurt themselves by masturbating too much.
And then there were the dreams, which of course nobody can
control.

John had dug up a women's bathing suit catalog to look at while
masturbating. His eyes were glued to his favorite model as he
achieved release. His mind could play tricks with images he
created in his own head, which sometimes shifted into being Katy,
but the woman was right there on the page, wearing her little red
bikini that barely covered her large breasts and stretched to
cover her unmistakeably womanly hips.

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"Daddy?" It was a whisper, but it was very close.

John dragged himself out of a deep sleep. His daughter was
standing beside his bed in her nightgown. "Oh, hi," he whispered
in turn. He looked over at Jenny, who stirred but did not waken.

John put his finger to his lips and quietly got up, accompanying
Katy back to her room.

Katy sat on the bed and John sat beside her.

"What's the matter?" said John. He tried to strike the right
balance between understanding and affection on the one hand and
fatherly irritation at being awakened yet again. He was uncertain
if the result was as he intended, because in fact he was utterly
fascinated by his daughter's dream life.

"More dreaming."

"You've been using the camera to record it, I see." The camera
was still on.

"Yeah, thanks, daddy. It helps. The camera is like a friend. Not
as good as you, of course..." She hugged his side and squeezed.
"I'm worried, daddy. I'm not sure my dreams are normal. Or if I'm
sick somehow."

John suppressed his gut reaction and gave his standard sensitive
parent speech. "Nothing in a dream can be wrong, honey. Our
imaginations come up with whatever they come up with. You can
have a bad dream, but you can't be a bad girl for having a
dream."

"I guess... But some of these dreams... Do you watch the movies,
daddy?"

"No." He said it instantly, reflexively. He had just lied to his
daughter. Not a white lie or a convenient lie. An outright, bald
lie. "I do copy them to the computer, so you could listen to your
dreams some day if you wanted."

"Oh... You should erase them. They're bad."

"I told you, no dream can be bad. You say now you don't want
them, but who knows, when you're all grown up, you might think
differently." When Katy was silent, he continued, "You don't need
to record them, of course."

"No, I still have to talk to my friend the camera."

"Well, you could still talk to him when he's not recording."

"You silly daddy! I can't talk to him unless he's listening. Like
you listen."

"OK," he said, his stomach itching from the lie. "Do you want to
tell me about this dream? As long as I'm here."

"No," said Katy quickly. "That's OK. But I want a cuddle."

John held Katy as she crawled up onto his lap. When he felt his
erection rising, he lifted her briefly and crossed his legs,
trapping his incredibly ill-behaved penis between them, before
setting her back down. She was warm and soft against him. His
flesh and blood, light of his life. His daughter. A trace of that
precious smell she'd given off since she was a baby wafted up
once more and melted his heart.

"Better, honey?" he asked after a minute.

She nodded as she crawled off and flopped down in bed.

"Good night, sweetheart. I love you."

"Love you too, daddy."

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Katy's Dream: Naughty Little Girls Make Men Have To Do It To Them

Katy had gone with her family to live for a year with her cousins
in that strange foreign country they called home. She'd heard
rumors.

"What's it like with the men?" she asked her cousin Elizabeth, a
couple years older.

"The men?"

"With that thing they do with the girls?"

"Oh, they're nice. Because we make them think naughty thoughts,
they want to stick their thingies into that hole between your
legs."

"And you let them?"

"Oh, of course you let them. It's our fault they want to. If we
were good girls we wouldn't make them feel like doing it to us.
It's not bad once you get used to it. Everyone knows men have to
do it and when a man asks a girl she's got to spread her legs for
him. When he sees a girl who tempts him he's just got to do it to
her."

"What's it like? Does it hurt?"

"No, we're all stretched out first, right?"

Katy nodded. That had been part of getting ready to go to the new
country.

"Your hole looks tiny, but it can stretch to take a really big
penis thingie -- and some of them are really big! The men are
often really nice about it. They'll kiss you and rub you and say
nice things, but you can tell they're just itching to stick it in
you, and they usually do before long. Others just stare at you,
get you somewhere horizontal, and stick it in. It's kind of fun
from the rear. You just feel this huge blunt thing stuffing you
from behind, then shoving in and out really quick."

"Oh."

"And it always ends the same. They get real excited and tense and
their thingies get even bigger, and then they spurt their stuff
up into your hole."

"Ewwww."

"Nah, it's not bad. Men have to do it. And girls are just made to
take it. If we can't keep ourselves from making the men need it,
we certainly have to have the holes so they can do it and have to
let them in. Then the stuff dribbles out, and you gotta sop it up
somehow. It's a girl's job to take care of a man's mess."

"Why don't they?"

"Them? Girls are meant to serve men -- that's the way things are
if the world is going right. And the mess is up inside our
bodies, so how are they supposed to deal with it?"

"Oh."

"And the great thing is how happy they are. You get to make a man
happy, just by having a nice little hole that's stretchy and can
take a big penis. And making men happy is what girls are for."

"I thought you said if we were good they wouldn't be that way."

"Yeah, that's true, but since we're bad and they have to do it,
then it's good if they're happy about the bad thing we made them
do."

"How often does it happen?"

"Oh, for me it's a couple times a week. But you're awfully cute.
Blond hair and those big blue eyes. You might get it more often."

So Katy was a little nervous when her uncle came into her
bedroom. What would it be like to finally have a man do it to
her?

"You nervous, Katy?" he asked in his funny accent.

She just nodded.

He sat beside her and caressed her cheek, then kissed it. "You
want to play some, or you just want to me to do it to you?"

"Just do it," she whispered.

"OK, let's see what you've got."

Katy lay back and hitched her dress up around her middle. She
wasn't wearing any panties and she spread her legs wide, like
she'd been told.

"Oh, baby," said the man, pulling down his shorts and briefs..
"You sure are bad for making me think these thoughts!"

"I'm sorry," she said. Were girls really bad for making think
that, or was that just a funny idea they had in this country?

He mounted her, working himself into position, and she felt the
blunt knob of his cock against her private spot. Then he pushed,
and her tissues gave way. His cock was thick and as he worked
more and more of it into her she felt totally stuffed. He began
moving it back and forth, and she couldn't believe how deep he
was inside her body.

"Oh, baby, I can't last!" he said, picking up his pace, thrusting
deeper and deeper, faster and faster, and a few seconds later he
let out a big, "Aaaaahhhhh!" and she knew he was doing his mess
up inside her. And that was all there was to it. She'd felt
stuffed halfway up her tummy, but it was OK. Kind of warm
actually.

A couple seconds later he pulled out. "Ah, see what you made me
do?" he said, chiding gently, pointing to his his slick cock and
the goop oozing out of her pussy. "Well, let's go to the bathroom
and you can clean it up. First take your dress off."

She'd been told about this part too. He took off his shirt so
they were both naked, then scooped her up in his arms and looked
at her with a friendly smile as he carried her to the bathroom.

"Oh, look, you leaked on my arm too! Bad girl!"

"Sorry," she said. She couldn't see right away how she could help
leaking, but it must be her fault.

"Well, get the warm water going in the tub... Good, now squat in
there and clean yourself off..."

She splashed and rubbed warm water all over her pussy parts and
the goop washed away.

"Now do me," he said, kneeling on the floor by the faucet end of
the tub, pressing his pelvis forward so his cock and balls were
just over the tub.

With a bit more hesitation, she used the warm water to clean off
his thingie. "A little more," he said, so she did it a few more
times. It looked like it was getting harder again.

"Mmmmm," he said. "Say, do you have to pee? You think you could?"

She hesitated and stood up, heading to the toilet.

"Nah, just do it right there in the tub. There's no harm... And
just do it standing up straight like that, no need to squat."

It took her a little while to let go in that unfamiliar position.
They had strange customs in this country. But soon a little flood
of pee dribbled forth from her front.

"Ah, that's nice," he said. "But, oh, look what you've done!" He
pointed to his thoroughly hard cock. "You've made me have to do
it to you again! Just clean yourself off and get the pee all
rinsed away... Good, now on your knees, like a doggy." He climbed
in the tub behind her, and she had fun for a moment pretending to
be a doggy. But he with his hands molded her into position with
her butt up in the air.

"Aw, you really shouldn't make me do this," he said. Seconds
later she felt his knob plumbing her depths from the rear, and it
went in smoothly, but even deeper than before. He pumped in and
out, grunting.

He pressed harder and harder, grunting louder, grappling her hips
with his hands. Then he gasped and held himself in her deep,
before relaxing.

"Ah, that felt good!" he said, pulling out, more goop running out
of her.

"Well, that's it for now, honey. It was nice to see you, but you
should learn not to make men have to do naughty things to you,
OK?"

"OK," she said. The two of them dried off and returned to her
room to get dressed, and he left.

It hadn't been bad, not really.

The next afternoon three guys came, one after the other, and
despite her best try at thinking she wasn't the kind of girl a
man would want to do that too, she failed because every one of
them had to do it and ejaculated his mess up inside her. They
didn't ask her to clean them up, but she was trotting to the
bathroom after each one to clean herself up. Two of them had to
do it to her again. That evening a couple more came and did their
thing inside her pussy.

"You are so beautiful, that's the problem," said her daddy. He
never did anything to her. At least she was good enough to not
make her daddy do it! Other little girls from the country,
including Elizabeth, weren't so good to her daddy, and he had to
do it to them. "Men hear about you, and they really want to see
how pretty you are. But then you're always naughty and make them
have those thoughts about sex, so they have to do it to you. You
can't keep from making them do that?"

"I try," she said, tearing up briefly. "Honest, I do!"

"Well, that's OK, but you should try harder."

"OK, daddy," she said.

The doorbell rang, and it was another man who wanted to have a
look at pretty little Katy. But whatever it was she always did,
she did it again, and so she made him have to do it to her. And
he did.

When he was caressing her body afterward, he said, "You want to
know a secret, Katy?"

She nodded.

"You know how you're bad for making us want to do it to you?"

"Sorry..." she said.

He paused and looked at her. "Oh, never mind," he said. "Look
what you've done to me!" he said, pointing to his rising cock.

"Already?" she said, glancing at his cock. "Do I need to go clean
up?"

"No, don't worry," he said. "I'll take a bath in my own sperm,"
he laughed. "And besides, I don't want to wait that long. There
you go, on your back... You know just what to do, don't you?"

Katy smiled.

He grunted and pushed and stuffed her in seconds. "You're so
pretty, and this feels so good," he said. "And I'm going to spurt
off into you again." And when he did strain and tense and groan,
she felt kind of happy. She was just being a little girl -- a bad
little girl who made men think naughty thoughts, but it seemed
most little girls were bad that way. He was just being a man, the
way men were.

Katy spent her afternoons and evenings in the bathtub. There were
so many men that she needed to be right there to clean up so
she'd be ready for the next huge cock. Man after man let himself
into the bathroom, naked, cock rising rapidly if it wasn't
already stiff. And he quickly let it be known just how he wanted
her to put herself so he could stick it in the way he wanted.
Sometimes she sat on the edge of the tub and he knelt in front of
her before jamming it in. Sometimes she bent over the tub with
her knees on the outside, hands on the inside and he stuffed her
from the rear. Sometimes a man held her against the tub wall and
shafted her soundly as they both stood. Some just had her lie
down on the bathmat and spread her legs and took her from the
top, filling her stretchy pussy with his big meat. But one way or
the other, they all stuffed her, all stabbed in and out rapidly,
and all left their messes up inside her. And each time she
apologized and then cleaned herself. She always squatted and
stuck a finger up inside to get some of the guy's junk out before
washing the whole area with warm water.

Sometimes she cleaned off the men's cocks too though often a man
just cleaned himself up with some toilet paper. But then the next
cock appeared, driven by a man into her pussy from some angle or
other, and it too spurted rhythmically. Sometimes she could feel
the cock twitching as it disgorged its load.

Her daddy woke her up in the middle of the night sometimes when
there were more local visitors. She could just lie in bed then
with legs spread, half asleep, while the men mounted, thrust and
spurted. Apparently they wanted it so bad they didn't mind the
previous guy's sperm up there, and when she got up in the morning
the sheet was a sticky mess from where she'd leaked onto it.

But slowly something bad happened, something so terrible she
didn't dare tell a soul. It started feeling a little good when a
man stuck his cock into her and went in and out -- the in and out
was the part that made her feel good. Then when he pulled out it
stopped, but when the next one went in, it felt good sooner and
then felt a little better than before. She discovered that if she
moved her hand a certain way when she was rinsing her outer pussy
parts off, that felt good too, like when her fingers went upward
slowly. And then she really wanted the next man's cock to stuff
her and go in and out. And then one day, when she was on her back
and a man was doing it to her that way, going in and out,
pressing their pubic bones together gently but firmly each time,
on and on, she suddenly felt this big wave of pleasure like
nothing else before. She didn't know what it was and he didn't
seem to notice. But she knew she must be a very, very bad girl.
Because she wanted those men to do it to her. Her role was to
help men feel good, not to feel good herself! It must be her
secret desire to have good feelings herself that had made those
men want to do it to her in the first place.

She continued to do her duty as best she could, but a couple
times a day, on average, she had one of those amazing bursts of
pleasure, and it felt good most of the rest of the time too. Good
in her body, but in her mind she knew she was very, very bad.

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John was surprised. No wonder she'd thought her dreams were bad.
Somehow she'd gotten a story from a culture where men did it to
little girls whenever they felt like it, and blamed the girls for
making them do it! He felt like reassuring her that the real
world was nothing like that, but then of course he'd have to
admit he listened to the tapes. He kept an eye on Katy and
fortunately she seemed as happy and well adjusted as ever.


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Katy's Dream: The Crown Princess's Pussy of Truth

Katy was the Crown Princess, the most important person in the
land except for her father, King John. And in a way she was more
important, because if he died, she'd become the queen and when
she had children they'd carry on the line. But if she died, there
was no other heir to the throne.

One of His Majesty's customs was to have his men scout the
countryside for attractive young women. The men brought them, he
examined them in batches and decided which to accept and reject,
and then he fucked them, right there in the household with Katy
and the servants watching. Other people fucked in private, but
not the King! Katy never knew her mother, because she'd died
giving birth to Katy. The King wanted a male heir, and instead of
marrying he decided to fuck an endless stream of fair young
maidens from his kingdom, then send them back home. Some got
pregnant, but he was very suspicious. Who was to say that he was
the father, rather than some lowly village lad? Several times
women had returned to present little 2-year-old sons, claiming
they were his and didn't they look just like the King? A couple
times her father seemed ready to believe them, but Katy always
remarked in an offhand manner that the boys really didn't look
like him, and with his suspicious side reinforced, he rejected
them.

Katy watched the faces of the women as His Majesty screwed them.
Some came in looking excited, others resigned, and others sullen
and resentful. But no matter how they arrived, when their
underparts were exposed and her father's Royal Phallus had been
pumping in and out of them for a minute, it was clear they all
felt pleasure, even the ones who were sullen. And when her daddy
shot the Royal Seed, they all looked really vague and happy, just
like her father himself looked. She overheard them sometimes in
the anterooms whispering about how the King had some magic that
made his partners always have orgasms. Apparently most men didn't
make their women happy like that when they fucked them.

Katy had been asking about sex since she was a young girl, but
when she turned 9 she decided to do something about it. When she
watched her daddy fucking away, she felt warm and tingly between
her own legs. If those women felt good all the time, why
shouldn't she? Finally she made up her mind and asked a young
page if he'd be willing to fuck her, but he refused in the most
emphatic terms, begging for mercy. She asked another and he
reacted exactly the same way. When she approached a third, he ran
away before she could speak.

She decided to bring her favorite lady's maid in on the plan. She
thought it unseemly of her to want to get fucked at age 9 by
court pages, but of course her job was to keep the Crown Princess
happy, so her disapproval was expressed politely and not repeated
after Her Royal Highness expressed her displeasure. She did get
her to explain why the pages reacted as they did, however. If her
father found out a page was even looking at the Princess in "that
way", he'd probably have the man kneeling with head on the
chopping block before sundown. The Princess understood this very
well as it pertained to men who approached her against her
wishes, but what if she was asking for the attention? This would
matter very little, she said, as surely Her Royal Highness's
chastity was being guarded most zealously for the time she would
be married to a high Prince of some other lineage. Princess Katy
knew about the future marriage part, of course. Since she had
been a small girl an endless stream of princely sorts had tried
to gain her favor. They mostly just seemed peculiar. As she got
older she realized that becoming her husband the Prince Consort
would constitute a fabulous leap in power. So they tried a little
too hard to impress her and came off as phony and very nervous.

The pages turned her down, but Katy was a resourceful lass,
however, and she devised a simple plan.

"Hello, Your Majesty," she said and curtseyed.

"Hello, my sweet Katy, light of my life. What can I do for you
this evening?'

"I want to get fucked."

"Excuse me?"

"I want to get fucked."

"Do you even know what that word means, young lady?" he said, his
brow darkening.

"Of course, daddy. You're fucking the young maidens from around
the kingdom all the time. Right out in the main chamber."

"Well, I suppose one could say that, though I don't think that is
a proper term for it," he said, a bit uncomfortable.

"You say it all the time. 'Let's get on with the fucking, lass.'
'Wasn't that a fine fuck, you sweet thing?' 'Oh, fuck you, fuck
you, fuck you, Oooohhhh!' 'Want a fucky-wucky you little -- '"

"OK, OK!" said her father, turning a bit pink. "So perhaps I use
that term. I am the King. I can say whatever I want."

"Daddy, I want men to have sexual intercourse with me."

"You what?"

"I see them. All the women get really happy when you fuck them,
and I want that too."

"Why, that is totally out of the question, you impudent little
spawn!"

"Why, daddy? Why can't I feel good too?"

"You know that, my dear princess. Your virtue is to be preserved
for your husband. Your virtue is at the heart of the honor of the
kingdom! You will know but one man in that way, your husband,
who, God willing, will plant in your womb an heir -- preferably
several."

"What about you? You don't just fuck one woman."

"Will you stop using that word! I was married to your mother the
Queen, may she rest in peace. When she died, I elected not to
remarry, so I am not untrue to wedding vows."

"You could marry again."

"I do not care to."

"I'm not married. I don't have any wedding vows."

"But you will be, my dear, and you must be a virgin!"

"Why's it different for me and you? I'm too young to have any
babies anyway, so the Prince Consort won't have to worry about
that."

"Oh, my child, you are too young to understand."

Katy fumed, her eyes narrowing to slits. She hated when her daddy
talked that way.

He continued, "Besides, as you are so young, you couldn't even
physically engage in sexual intercourse."

"I get wet sometimes when I watch you fucking away. When I play
around with myself down there it feels good. And I've poked
around up inside my parts. I think a penis would fit up there
just fine."

Her father looked pale. "You've been abusing yourself? Tampering
with your maidenhead? Oh, my goodness!"

"I want to get fucked, daddy. So I can feel good like you, and
like all the women do."

Her father turned red. "No, no, no!" he bellowed, shaking his
fist. "I as your father and as absolute sovereign and ruler of
this land forbid it! We wish never to hear of the matter again!
You will remain a virgin until your wedding night!"

Katy held her father's gaze with own steely gaze, then turned on
her heel and left.

She was banned from the common areas when her father was fucking
virgins so her mind would be tempted no further in such an
unhealthy direction, but that made her want it even more.

But she had her methods. She knew that she was the only person in
the world her father really trusted or had an emotional bond
with. At first she refused to speak to him. When he commanded a
reply she answered in monosyllables. At intervals he would ask
what was troubling her, and she just said it was the same as
before. He tried yelling, he tried pleading, he tried buying her
gifts. But she was immovable. Her daddy would get no hint of
affection from her until she got her way.

Finally he came to her in tears.

"I can't deny you anything, my princess. I can't stand to see you
so miserable. Are you sure I cannot talk you out of this mad
scheme of losing your virtue?"

She shook her head, level gaze fixed on her father, passionless.

"Oh, all right, then!" he said. "If it will bring you back to me,
then I will allow it."

Katy's face brightened at once and she leapt into her father's
lap, covering him with kisses. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank
you!" she said.

"Oh, that's my Katy!" said the king, hugging her back and sighing
with relief. He even cried a little.

She insisted that her deflowering be done in private, while he
insisted on being able to pick the man. The king understood the
mortal danger a man knew himself to be in should the princess or
king be displeased, and the ill effect of mortal fear on sexual
performance in the male. The lad chosen for deflowering Katy was
barely 13, a rather simple and optimistic fellow, a virgin
himself and also chosen for having a notably small penis. Since
Katy showed not the slightest sign of sexual development, he was
also chosen as one who found young girls attractive. In his
simple way he had noted this fact to others.

Katy was excited and nervous as she lay naked on her canopy bed.
The boy entered and removed his shirt and breeches. His penis was
more long than floppy already, and when he looked at Katy's
vulva, it hardened rapidly as his eyes lit up with lust.

"You want me to..."

"Yes," said Katy softly, unable to find her commanding royal
persona.

"Well, OK, then!" he said. "You're --" but thought better of
continuing. He mounted, aimed, and pressed. He entered Katy
easily and began a frantic fucking motion -- which ended in his
climax seconds later. He withdrew, panting.

"Was, was that OK, your, uh, Royal Highness?"

"Fine, thank you," she said. "Dismissed." It had all happened so
fast, but she'd done it. His penis had fit easily, and she had
lost the virginity which had hung around her neck like a
millstone.

The princess having reported his adequate performance, he
returned the following day and lasted long enough for Katy to
consider what it really felt like to get fucked. It felt good,
she decided. He then was returned to his village with a tale to
tell the rest of his life.

A series of boys were found, all sharing a lust for flat chests,
skinny hips, and bald pussies. The series increased gradually in
age and penis size.

A tentative observation from one boy was followed by confirmation
from another and then another. A glance at Katy's vulva was
mesmerizing in a way that no other female vulva was. The erection
hardened and the urge to mount and mate was much stronger than
usual. A few brave grown men who normally had no attraction to
young girls were sent one by one to glance at this part of the
princess's anatomy. They gulped and hastily withdrew from her
chamber with eyes wide. It was true! No one knew how young she
was when she had acquired this property, for no male eyes had
rested on her private parts in her entire life.

On hearing this news, the King sneaked a peek, and he was the one
man who felt nothing at all. There was apparently some block on
his desire to prevent incest.

Katy had her first orgasm while being screwed by an 18-year-old.
During their third encounter in one afternoon, he had managed to
last a full minute without shooting his load. As she came, her
pussy squeezed and the boy came at once too. It felt magnificent.
With time she learned how her body worked and how to control her
response. She felt great pleasure as soon as a penis penetrated
her vagina, and as soon as she squeezed hard, she and her partner
would both experience intense orgasms, assuming he hadn't come
already. She decided this was by far the most fun thing she had
ever done.

And then it happened. A 19-year-old was probing the depths of the
princess with his very hard penis, face showing obvious pleasure.
Katy squeezed and observed through her own fog of pleasure the
boy's climax as she felt the spurts going into her young pussy.
But then his face contorted into agony and he withdrew, writhing
on the bed. Katy was naturally distraught and rang for a servant,
who helped the boy hobble out of the room, still in pain. The
symptoms did not abate, instead increasing in intensity, and
within 24 hours he was dead. The doctors could find nothing
wrong. The boy confessed near the end that he had stolen a large
sum of money from a local merchant, and it was later found buried
just where he said it was.

Katy at first limited herself to a couple of new boys each week.
Boys were soon replaced by grown men as it was determined her
pussy could quite comfortably accommodate a penis of any size.
But her appetites were awakened, and she wanted more.

A second man entered his agony after spurting into Katy's depths,
and his demise followed the same course as the first. At the end
he confessed to having raped a neighbor's daughter a few years
before, a story the girl confirmed when asked in confidence by
the king's men. The pattern was certainly intriguing, and the
rumor spread. A third man, a well-to-do tradesman, confessed in
his death throes that he had altered his father's will to leave
the entirety of the estate to him, while his two brothers
received nothing.

This intriguing pattern affected no one quite as personally as
Katy. On reflection, she had to admit that her orgasms at the
moment of the three criminals' ejaculations had been the most
intense she had felt. She already enjoyed her power. Her first
power was to command a man's erection and lust by merely exposing
her girlish slit to his view. Her second power was to cause his
orgasm and summon the sperm from his body to hers with a firm
squeeze of her vagina. And now her third power seemed to be the
execution of justice. Truth came at the moment of ejaculation,
and men with serious crimes on their conscience suffered many
hours of agony, felt a compulsion to confess, and then died.

The initial specimens selected for Katy had been reasonably
handsome and personable. When she began selecting men herself,
she used the same criteria at first, selecting the two or three
most handsome of a collection of a dozen assembled for her
review. But she decided as she bathed in the afterglow of her
third orgasm of the afternoon that some of those other guys had
looked awfully good too. She craved the naked male form with
penis extended in readiness, eyes drawn to her pussy with lust,
and body primed to quickly consummate that lust. She craved the
feel of a hot shaft stuffing her middle, and while anyone loves
an orgasm, she loved the feeling of power in knowing she would
have a large and satisfying one whenever in the mating act it
struck her fancy. The same squeezing motion would command her
mate's pleasure and the release of his mating fluid. In short,
she loved getting fucked. Really, really loved it. So she soon
took all ten of the men assembled for her review, one after the
other. Larger groups were assembled. Unlike her father,
constrained by male physiology, there was virtually no limit to
how many sexual partners Katy could get to ejaculate into her,
aside from how fast men could mount and dismount. She felt
remarkably well after taking 47 one splendid afternoon in autumn.

The princess's scouts searched in an ever-expanding area for
suitable mates. News of the fate of the three criminals had
spread far and wide. As a result, some men fled on hearing that
the princess's scouts were coming to town, and from that act fell
under suspicion from their fellow villagers. Katy understood
these implications. So when her father gently asked how she would
feel about inviting some of his ministers to fuck her, she
understood his ulterior motives. But given her boundless lust,
she was entirely happy to agree.

She had known some of them since she was a small girl, and this
added a bit of additional spice to the sex. When the plan was
announced, one of the king's cabinet stole away at night and was
never seen again. Two confessed small crimes which the king was
willing to forgive after exacting monetary compensation. The vice
minister was caught preparing to flee and as soon as Katy was up
and about the next morning, she consented to an encounter with
him. He was pale as his eyes fixed on her innocent-looking slit,
and they got paler as his penis against his will assumed its
fully erect size. He entered her, then looked very nervous as he
fucked away. His face would momentarily relax with pleasure but
he would then return to his gulping anxiety. Watching it
fascinated Katy, while she felt her sexual pleasure build. Four,
five minutes passed, and he continued to pump away. The desire to
squeeze built in Katy to a compulsion, but still she resisted.
This man had been kind to her as a girl.

"Please, Princess Katy," he whispered at last. "I dreamt of doing
this for years, and here I finally am. I'm too scared to finish
myself, but can you fulfill my dream at last?" At that his face
relaxed and for several seconds showed only pleasure, tinged with
resignation.

Katy squeezed, and felt the surge of a different level of orgasm
overwhelm her pleasure centers. She felt his spurts, saw his face
relax in utter pleasure, and just before she passed out saw his
eyes shoot open in terror and pain.

He had for years been conspiring with a neighboring kingdom in a
treasonous plot.

Most of the king's ministers were able to ejaculate in his
daughter's vagina without bringing on a fatal agony, and this
cleared them of suspicion.

Weeks passed, as Katy borrowed stiff penises from all over the
kingdom and got each to invade her and spurt.

Then one day a different opportunity presented itself. A man had
been convicted of the murder of a noblemen and his entire family.
By law he would have been drawn and quartered, but when Katy
heard, her eyes had brightened as she considered the
possibilities. To feel again what she had felt when the
vice-minister shot his load! The King needed little convincing to
change the execution method, agreeing that the agony dispensed by
Katy's vagina was quite severe enough.

The room Katy entered in the castle was converted just for the
purpose of the day. On the one hand, it was beautifully
appointed, as befitted a room to be frequented by a princess. On
the other, it had enough prison features to restrain a vile
criminal. The man lay on his back, wrists and ankles manacled
with strong chains, spread-eagled and unable to move his limbs.
He was naked but freshly bathed and shaved.

"Your Royal Highness," he said with a crooked smile but
remarkable cheer. "I've been looking forward to this." His eyes
feasted on her girl's pussy and his cock rose right on cue.

She didn't mind his bluff. His cock was eager to do its job, and
she would take his sperm and her pleasure when it suited her, and
the evil man would get his excruciating punishment.

Because the criminal had to be immobilized, the mounting and
fucking was up to her. She had practiced this new position with a
few of her ordinary village recruits and she had liked the extra
power she felt. So now she mounted the criminal and eagerly
impaled herself on his stiff shaft. Anticipating her stupendous
orgasm, two lady's maids were there to catch her. He showed
nothing but pleasure as she worked herself up and down. With her
excitement at a delicious level, she sneered at him, "Ready for
the last pleasure of your life?"

"Yes, ma'am. Please!"

After a last smile, she squeezed, he pulsed, her orgasm began and
so did his. Hers was rather ordinary, so she was able to
concentrate on his face, waiting for the moment when pleasure
turned to agony. But it did not. After his spurts died down, he
relaxed in happy afterglow. Katy's attendants stirred uneasily,
and through her satisfaction Katy herself was quite confused. Her
pussy had dispatched dozens of men who had turned out to be
criminals; could it fail now?

A month later she mounted the real killer, the sheriff who had
framed the man. He blubbered and begged for mercy, but his cock
rose to full hardness when he glanced at her private parts. She
executed him with her vaginal clenching, and she fainted into the
arms of her attendants. He writhed below, his wrists bleeding
from the violence of his convulsions against the irons.

Once the patterns became clear, the Princess's men did not need
to dragoon men to be her lovers. Men learned that if they had no
serious crime on their conscience and behaved with reasonable
decorum, their heads would be spared and they would return to
their previous lives. Fucking is usually fun anyway, and word was
that they would find her very sexy despite her lack of physical
development. An orgasm while inserted in the Princess's pussy was
especially fulfilling and pleasurable. She was a great lay. When
they came back alive, their esteem rose in the eyes of their
neighbors as they were cleared of any suspicions people may have
harbored against them.

Princess Katy found her husband one day while getting fucked.
She'd felt a special tingle when he entered her, and when she
squeezed, the revelation was just an organic whole with her
orgasm. This man was going to be her husband. She stated it to
him as fact, and he agreed, having apparently shared her
revelation. He was the second son of a minor nobleman, with
average looks and intelligence, but with a loving heart and
unshakable integrity. Katy would abstain from her promiscuous
ways long enough to make sure her husband fathered her children,
but otherwise it was understood that she would go right on as she
had been. People wondered with awe what might happen to her
appetites when the hormones of puberty bathed her brain.

Never in the memory of men had a kingdom so thoroughly stamped
out corruption, never had crime sunk to such low levels, and -- a
curiosity -- never before had women been the more criminal of the
sexes.

Princess Katy had insisted on getting fucked and she'd gotten her
way. Along with bringing joy to the kingdom, she made her own joy
with 10 orgasms on sleepy days, 140 when feeling especially
horny.

Her father was never her lover; the idea was utterly repugnant to
both of them.

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"Daddy?" came the little voice from afar.

John rose quickly and went to see what was up with Katy.

"Hi, honey," he said. He noticed the camera was recording.
Probably she'd just finished telling a dream to her friend Mr.
Camera.

When John was seated, she crawled up onto his lap, but not in the
usual fashion sitting crosswise. She straddled him, legs wrapped
around his lower back, arms around his upper. She leaned her head
against his chest.

He hadn't gotten this sort of hug in a long time, and made a note
that his girl was growing up and he might never get another one.

"What's up, dear?" he said, softly stroking her hair.

She was silent a while, then she shifted her pelvis slightly.
"You know my dreams are about sex, right?"

"I know they used to be."

She lifted her head and looked into his eyes for a moment,
searching, then returned to her previous position. "Do you think
a girl might ever get to do sexy things with other people when
she's still young?"

"Well," said John. "I suppose if you want to play 'doctor' with
someone your own age that's fine, as long as you both really want
to."

"That's not what I mean," she said. "You know I masturbate, and,
um, I'd really like to do it with someone else instead of all
alone."

"Hmmmm. I guess there's nothing wrong with feeling that way, but
No, you can't."

"Oh." After a moment, Katy adjusted her pelvis again. And again.
After a longer pause, she did it again.

At that point John decided it wasn't a coincidence. "Katy..." he
said in a tone of warning. His penis was starting to swell.

She went limp against him and sighed, then sat up. "Can you kiss
me?" she said sleepily, extending her lips and closing her eyes.

"Um, OK," he said, kissing her first on one cheek, then the
other, then the top of the head.

She looked at him with disappointment and flopped her head
against him again, head turned the other way.

The pelvic movements began again. It would be so easy and
exciting to just let her do what she wanted. But if he didn't
interrupt it within a few seconds, it would be child abuse. His
cock swelled strongly, until he was sure she must feel it under
her.

She lifted her head off his chest and smiled, moving her pelvis
more confidently.

"No, Katy!" he said suddenly, wriggling and pushing her off. "We
cannot do anything of that kind. Hugging, sure, any time. But not
that."

Her lip quivered as she looked at him.

"Goodnight," he said without any kiss.

She didn't answer, and when he was back in bed he thought he
heard a few quiet sobs. He turned on his side, pressed one ear
against the mattress and pressed the pillow down over the other.

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Katy's Dream: Do Me Or I'll Die

Katy's mother was talking on the phone in the kitchen while Katy
pretended to read in the living room. The doctor was talking so
loud Katy could make out his words from a room and a half away.

"I'm sorry, but we can't find anything wrong with Katy. She's
obviously got a serious condition, but we can't connect it to any
known disease. If it continues to worsen, we can at least keep
her comfortable."

Katy was 7, and she had only two problems. One was that whenever
she looked at an attractive man -- which meant most of them --
her heart started beating fast, she felt faint, and things
stirred and shifted inside her panties. No one had any interest
in that problem; they dismissed it with embarrassment if not
chiding her for having such inappropriate thoughts. The other
problem was really high fevers. They'd spike to 105, 106, or 107
and stay there for a couple hours. Drugs didn't help, nor did
immersing her in cool water. The fever would pass and she'd be
fine again. But then the next one would come. The problem was
that the fever would start damaging her brain if it got much
higher, and then she'd die.

Katy's urges were intense. She had a hunch that sex would cure
her fevers, and time was running short. And if it wouldn't cure
her, she had little time left to experience life. She ran away
from home. She tried to find a creepy-looking man, but they
weren't so easy to find when you wanted one. She approached one
who more or less fit the bill. "Would you be willing to, you
know, like, do sex with me?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Sex, I really want sex. I know it sounds weird, but I'm dying
anyway, and --"

"I'm sorry, I can't help you," he said, and hurried away.

She approached a pair of teenage girls dressed in black with
spikes and chains. Maybe the indirect approach would work. Find
somebody to find somebody. "Hi, can you help me?"

"Sure, what can we do for you?" said the one girl with a normal,
pleasant smile.

"Can you find any men to have sex with me? I really need it! I
mean, at least I want it, and --"

"Whoa!" said the girl, putting hands up. "You're crazy! Why would
you want sex? Is someone abusing you?"

"Abusing?"

"Like, you know, fondling you and stuff."

"No! That's the problem. I want that stuff, and no one will!"

"You're a pretty good liar, kid, but not good enough," said the
other, and the two took off.

She found a boy shooting baskets in his yard. He was tall.

"Hi," she said.

"Uhh, hi?" said the boy.

"No one can help me. I wondered if you could help me."

"Sure, kid, what's up?"

"I'm looking for someone to have sex with me. Would you have sex
with me?"

He laughed.

"I'm serious! I want you to have sex with me. I need someone, and
no one's willing to, and they all think I'm crazy!" And she burst
into tears.

"Uh, whoa!" he said. "Where do you live?"

"I've run away," she sobbed.

"That sounds like a really dumb idea, a girl your age."

"Well, I have, and I need to find someone to have sex with me.
You know, fuck me? I'm dying anyway, unless maybe that would
help."

"What's your name?"

"Katy."

"Katy, you need to go home. Let me take you home."

"No!" she said.

"Yes, come on!" he said, taking her hand.

"No!" she said again. She jerked her hand free and ran off.

"Oh, shit," she heard him say under his breath. She had several
seconds on him, but once he started loping after her, she had no
chance. He grabbed her wrist once more and held it tightly. He
ignored the punches she tried to give with her other hand, but
when she kicked him he said, "Hey!" in such a sharp tone she
stopped.

He was stuck on a suburban sidewalk with a hostile and crazy
girl. "Um, I could use some help here!" he shouted out loud to
the street. "Anyone? Call the police?"

A face appeared at a window, a grown-up appeared outside, there
was a conversation, and then there appeared in succession a
police cruiser, another cruiser with a woman officer, desks and
rooms, and soon enough her angry parents -- and it was home
again. But they didn't punish her, which drove home to her how
sick they thought she was. Why else would you not discipline your
daughter for outrageous behavior, unless she was going to die
shortly?

That night she had her worst fever ever.

"Daddy," she said when she had a respite from delirium and he was
the one on duty. "Couldn't you just, you know, stick your penis
in me?"

"There, there, Katy, don't think about things, just relax and
concentrate on getting better."

"It's what I want. I'm dying anyway, what harm would it do?"

"Sorry, honey," he said.

She pulled her panties down and spread her legs wide. "Right in
here?" she said, holding her pussy lips open with one hand and
pointing with the other.

"Katy!" he said with exasperation.

"See how big it is?" she said, opening wider and getting a couple
fingers into her vagina.

He peered at her privates with furrowed brow, and she had a
moment of hope before he said, "Just concentrate on getting
better."

Hopes dashed once more, she relaxed, and the fever soon climbed
again.

"Daddy," she called out in the night.

He hurried to her room. "What is it? Are you OK?"

"No," she said.

"What is it?" He sat by her bed and put his hand on her forehead.
"You're not feverish."

"I need sex. I need you to do sex to me."

Her father sighed.

"It's not very hard, right? And I'm dying anyway. I just think
that if someone had sex with me, I'd get better, because of those
funny feelings I get all the time. And you're my last hope,
daddy! No one else will do it to me, but you love me, right?
Can't you do this for me? Please?" And she started crying.

She lay on her back while she cried, and he stroked her hair.
Then the next thing Katy felt was a warm hand cupping her girl
parts. Instantly she stopped crying, looked at him eagerly, and
thrust her pelvis against his hand.

"Katy," he said. "I could go to jail just for doing this."

"For what?"

"For having my hand here."

"No, daddy, no jail. I just need it!" She lunged for his pajamas
and found a hard cock. "See, you're ready. All you'd have to do
is stick it in! Please? Oh, please?"

"No, Katy, I can't," he said as he rose. "Next time you need
something, I'll send mom."

"Daddy!" she called. "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" she screamed louder
and louder.

She heard her parents' murmured conversation, and she started
sobbing. When her mother came in, she pushed her away angrily.

The next morning at 8:30, Katy's fever started rising. It went up
and up, and kept going up. At 3:37pm she was pronounced dead.

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The rest of the house asleep, John listened to the recording at
his desk.

"And that's when I woke up, Mr. Camera. I figure it's a
nightmare, so maybe I can call daddy. But he won't want to hear
that kind of dream." She pointed her face towards the door.
"Daddy?" she called very softly.

"I'd better do this first," she said with a sigh. There were
rustlings, little moans, and within a minute a big gasp and sigh,
then 30 seconds of silence.

"Daddy?" she said a little louder. "Daddy?" And then John came in
and he got to hear the conversation he'd had the previous night,
now in context from Katy's point of view.

He started tearing up. His daughter had sex on the brain.
Masturbating every day, and then having this incredible series of
sex dreams. She'd asked for it, over and over. And then that
dream. To imagine his daughter dying and always wondering if he
could have saved her.

It was too much. He stumbled through his bedtime routine in a
daze and fell asleep quickly.

He woke in the middle of the night, dreaming that Katy was
calling him. She wasn't. The memory of that last recording and
the flood of feelings came back to him, and he got up anyway and
went to her room. She was sleeping peacefully -- with the covers
down, legs spread wide, and her hand hanging loose within her
panties. The camera was not running. To imagine her dying... He
got up and closed and locked the door, then went back and sat on
her bed. Gently he reached out his hand and took hers -- the one
stuck into her panties -- and stroked it a bit, then grasped it
and made it stroke slowly up and down on Katy's girlish parts.

Katy shifted in her sleep but didn't wake, though she started
smiling.

John kept up the motion until she did wake up and take in the
situation, and then said, sleepily, "Daddy! I'm so glad you
came." He dropped her hand, she pulled her panties down and
spread her legs once more, putting her hands up in a position of
surrender. "Now do it to me, before you change your mind. I'll
pretend I don't notice," she said with a look at him and a grin,
then shut her eyes again.

John looked at her crotch. It was right there. All he had to do
was mount her and thrust. It was just flesh and flesh. It was
natural. Part of life. She had asked for it in about every way
she could.

Heart pounding with excitement and fear, he took off his pajama
bottoms and mounted her. He aimed his cock and spread her lips a
bit, then gently pushed in. There was no obstruction or sound of
complaint from his daughter. Her vagina expanded easily to
accommodate him. It was the easiest thing in the world. He kept
pressing in, and she took his length as well as girth. And then
he realized exactly how erotic this was, up to the hilt in a
fresh girl with smooth skin, one welcoming him warmly. It was the
hottest, tightest, smoothest, silkiest pussy he'd ever been. The
fact it was his daughter hit him from two sides at once. On the
one hand, it was incest, and that shocked him, but on the other,
he loved his daughter so much that he pressed in more and more
urgently, with faster strokes. He realized he was grunting a
little. He feasted his eyes on his girl and her various parts,
including his organ sticking between her legs, going in and out
and in, at high speed, shaft alternately appearing and
disappearing.

"Oh, honey," he said.

Katy's eyes opened and she gave a big smile. "Come, daddy, come!"
she said quietly, reaching up to stroke his cheek, then lifting
her torso off the mattress to nibble his ear. "Give me your
stuff," she whispered.

A tiny voice reminded John this was wrong, and another pointed
out that ejaculating into his little daughter would make it no
worse a crime than what he had already done. His excitement
built, he glided in and out smoothly, pace increasing, cock tip
bulging, pleasure increasing. And then it was upon him and he was
shooting sperm up into little Katy, looking down at her face and
seeing her eyes closed with brow furrowed, and then feeling
little squeezes from her pussy before she relaxed. When he was
fully satisfied, the guilt zoomed in to cohabit with his joy, but
he still felt the joy. He slid out and lay beside Katy, and she
hugged against him as if her life depended on it.

"We can never tell mom," he whispered.

"Oh, I know that!" said Katy.

"And I'd better get back to bed. In case mom wakes up, she'll
wonder why the door is locked."

"OK, daddy. Thanks so much!" She kissed him on the lips, and
though he was shocked, he kissed her back and they connected on
that level of intimacy for 30 seconds before he pulled away.

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It was hard to arrange times, but they managed it. At least once
a week. The middle of the night felt dangerous, but if there
wasn't anything better, that's what they used. The planned excuse
was that Katy just wanted to lock the door for a while to feel
safe after her bad dream.

"Make sure you dump all your sperm up in me so it doesn't stink,
daddy!" He smiled at the reference.

"I'd better get a diaper to hold all the stuff you spurted up
there this time!" she teased.

"Oh, you bad girl!" he chided. "You shouldn't make me feel these
naughty thoughts! See, I've got to do it to you again." She had
been momentarily startled by his admonishment, then laughed
hysterically.

"I hope I haven't committed any serious crime," said John once as
he approached orgasm. It took Katy a moment to get the reference
to her dream of Princess Katy, then she laughed and John came,
feeling ecstasy but no agony. In the back of his mind simmered
the thought, "Of course you've committed a terrible crime, and
this is it!"

And finally, as they lay intertwined in afterglow, he said
softly, "And please, Katy, whatever you do, don't die on me if we
have to stop doing it, OK?" She just smiled and gave him a big
squeeze.

But after a while, Katy noted that her dreams had stopped.


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Epilogue

Katy was 19, home for spring break from college.

John and Jenny had split up a couple years before. It was
amicable enough, and they still lived in the same town. Katy was
spending half the time at Jenny's and half the time at his house.

After dinner the first night, Katy pulled out her laptop and sat
next to John on the living room sofa.

"I want you to take a look at this, dad."

Katy often emailed him interesting articles and links, and he
sent her others in return. It was part of their father-daughter
bond.

So he suspected nothing unusual until he read the title: "Katy's
Naughty Dreams" by the author "Sterling". Then his heart started
pounding. He swallowed. He started reading it, though there were
not going to be any big surprises. He had written it and posted
it to ASSTR ten years earlier.

"Hmmm, another Katy."

He could feel his daughter beside him looking at him intently,
but he couldn't turn to meet her gaze.

After he'd read a while, he said, "Hmmm. An erotic story, I see.
I didn't know you were into them."

She said nothing.

"You know, I hope this doesn't embarrass you, but you masturbated
a fair amount as a little girl too, just like this Katy." He
glanced over and saw her looking at him impassively.

He skimmed ahead. "You had some interesting dreams too, just like
this Katy."

"OK, OK," he said, feeling defeated. "Sterling is a pen name.
It's all based on your dreams. I thought they made interesting
reading. I don't know how you managed to have such hot dreams!"
He hoped that would get a smile out of her, but she just stared.
"Um, it was a violation of your privacy, and I'm sorry." He
waited a full minute for her to say something, anything. She was
normally quite talkative, and her silence was in contrast very
powerful.

"I lied to you. I said I didn't listen to any of the videos, but
I did. Every one of them. Some of them several times. And
eventually I thought they'd make a really great erotic story. I
couldn't exactly ask your permission or bring you in as co-author
at age 8, right?"

Finally she spoke. "But there's a big part that you made up,
right?"

Indeed. He'd never given in to his daughter's advances. He'd been
a good daddy. "Right, I never abused you."

"Right. The whole ending. But I did press my pelvis against your
chest and wrap my legs around behind you. And I wanted it so
bad."

"Yeah, that's sure what you said in every language you knew. Of
course, all the experts would say that even though you thought
you wanted it, you wouldn't understand what it was all about and
would get hurt later."

"In a word: Bullshit."

"You think so? I mean -- we never could do the experiment,
right?"

"Right. But I just know." There was a pause. "And one other thing
you got wrong."

"What?"

"The dreams never stopped."

"Really?"

"No. I'm used to them now, and I don't record them, but I imagine
all sorts of stuff."

"Do you still imagine stuff that's true that you didn't know?"

"I don't think so. I know about a lot by now." She smiled.
"Reading your story reminded me of how weird that was."

"Maybe you were some really horny woman in a prior life.
Catherine the Great or something."

She smiled. "I guess it's just one of life's mysteries."

"I guess so."

She looked at him, and then moved her lips in gently for a kiss.

John was confused, but it seemed impolite to purse his lips shut.
"What are you doing, honey?" he said after their lips broke apart
again.

"Oh, dad, don't you see? I'm 19 now. It's legal. I've wanted it
so long. I'm nervous, but I really want it. To feel completion if
nothing else."

"Whoa."

"I mean, if you don't want to, that's fine. Are you seeing
someone?"

"No..."

"Then... please?" she said softly. "I mean, only if you find me
attractive."

"Oh, God," he said in answer to that, and Katy smiled.

"Contraception?" he asked, still very confused.

"Pill and condoms."

John stopped and looked at his girl, this amazing creature. She'd
had quite a history.

She had been barred from the houses of two boys in the
neighborhood around age 9 when in separate incidents she was
discovered playing doctor -- heavy-duty doctor, with not just
fondling, but real oral sex.

At age 11 they had discovered she was having an affair with a
pedophile at the school, including full penis-in-vagina sex. She
was ferocious in his defense, noting that she had initiated
everything. So they decided not to press the issue, though the
terrified man refused to ever speak to her again. This hurt her
feelings. Eventually he wrote a letter to John and Jenny and
explained how he really had deep feelings for Katy but was
terrified of the consequences. Katy accepted it and never put
herself in jail bait circumstances again, confessing to her
parents over and over again how hard it was to resist sometimes.

But she found plenty of other sexual release. She was the slut of
6th grade, 7th grade, and 8th grade. She got a few boyfriends in
high school but couldn't keep them because no one boy could keep
up with her sexual desires. In high school she would not
uncommonly disappear into her bedroom in the afternoon with four
boys.

She was perhaps a slut, but on her own terms. One boy who assumed
that she was free for the taking had tried raping her, and gotten
a busted kneecap for his pains. When Katy said "no" she meant
"no", but 99% of the time, she said "yes" to a respectful boy.

Heaven knows what she'd been up to in college.

On the other hand, she was an honor student. She had one close
female friend in high school, an avowed virgin unto marriage, and
they had a great friendship enabled by the fact that sex was
never discussed. She was now at Harvard, earning excellent
grades, participating in undergraduate research, and likely
headed for a major in biochemistry.

"You look like you're trying to solve a math problem," she said,
in response to his absentminded kissing.

"I'm just thinking about how you've grown up. I know, that's not
very hot talk, but I can't help it. Statistically speaking, your
sex drive has been very, very strong."

Katy giggled. "Ah, c'mon, you can say it's abnormal. I won't be
offended."

"But your life seems to be going so well, despite that
abnormality."

Katy's hand abruptly landed on John's crotch, where a mostly
engorged organ quickly got stiff.

The last of his resistance gone, John relaxed. He caressed her
shoulders and back gently, wanting to be a slow and sensitive
lover.

"Daddy," she said. "Let's get naked."

And in under a minute they stood facing each other in John's
bedroom. There was his beautiful girl, shoulder-length blond
hair, big blue eyes, perfect figure with small breasts and just
enough hips to be womanly. She was shaved between her legs.

She kept urging him on to the next step, but he kept his own
pace, luxuriating in the moment. In 20 minutes or so he mounted
his daughter and prepared to press his condomed cock in. He
paused to look at her, and she looked back.

"Oh, daddy, I've waited so long. Don't make me wait any more."

He realized he'd been waiting a long time too, and he pressed
into her with force. Her vulva yielded gracefully to his
intrusion, and the vagina within was incredibly hot, wet, and
silky, just as he'd imagined. If he wasn't mistaken, she had one
orgasm after he'd made 10 strokes, but that only seemed to
heighten her desire. She had another after four minutes or so,
and then she got really excited.

"Oh, come, daddy. Come, come, come! Please!"

John pumped frantically, the pleasure built, and just at his
climax Katy gave a very erotic squeeze that made him shoot over
and over again. He hoped the condom could hold it all. Katy
shuddered, screeched, dug her heels into his back and her
fingernails into his shoulders.

They disengaged slowly and lay in each other's arms, quiet.

"Where do you want to sleep?" he asked at last.

"Here, if that's OK."

"Sure."

In the morning, he woke first and just lay studying his beautiful
girl for several minutes before she came to, kissed him, and
turned away to snooze some more. When she finally woke up for
good, he leaned in and kissed and she kissed him back. This time
she seemed a bit distant. He felt like a cad once more. I mean,
it was one thing to have sex with his daughter once, as a sort of
resolution to an old chapter. But if they did it twice, was that
a pattern?

"You want to do it again?" she asked gently. Perhaps reading his
confusion, she smiled and added, "I'd like that."

He nodded and they made out more. "You want to do it from the
rear? Lots of guys find that fun, and I love it."

He'd had a few lovers willing to do that as a favor for him now
and then, but never had a partner suggested it. He loved it, and
was delighted to feel his cock exploring, filling, and eventually
dominating and seeding her pussy from that angle. He fucked her
hard, but she took every forceful thrust with a smile. She came
when he did.

The next day she was off for a few hours with friends, but
rejoined him for dinner. After dinner they watched a movie on her
laptop, and then it was time to consider bed once more.

"Daddy, it's the weirdest thing."

"What?"

"You know I've been super-horny since I was 11 or even earlier."

"Since you were 3, I believe."

"OK," she said with a smile. "You'd know better than me. Anyway,
I have orgasms a lot of the time. Really great orgasms. But when
I'm all done, there's always been that urge for more. And I've
just thought that's the way I was. But something changed last
night. It wasn't the biggest orgasm I've ever had."

John pouted.

Katy laughed. "You are competing against a very large
population," she said, and he smiled. "But afterward, I felt...
calm? Like this morning I was happy to have sex, but it was
because I love you so much, and wanted to have sex to show that,
you know? As opposed to just wanting sex."

"Hmmm," John said, not quite understanding the part about
calmness, but relishing "because I love you so much".

"The calmness is just amazing. Kind of subtle, but very powerful.
Very good."

"OK, sweety,", he said. "Glad to hear that, even if I don't
really quite get it."

"I think it's you I've always wanted. I know it's abnormal. But
in so many of those dreams, I was having sex with my father."

"Not in Princess Katy," he said.

"Yeah, but think about her. She's like a sex automaton, and her
vagina deals death to those who sin. Almost an exception to prove
the rule."

"Hmmm," he said. "I guess that makes sense, kind of."

During the rest of her vacation time with him they made love
every morning and every night, but sleeping intertwined was the
best part. Katy said so too.

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The email read:

"Hey dad,

That was a really great visit. I felt calm as never before. And
really happy. You touched me deeply. But a couple weeks have gone
by, and I'm not feeling so calm any more. Any chance you could
come live in Cambridge? We could get an apartment together. I'm
serious. I mean, only if it would be good for you. But I think it
would be great. We have a really deep connection.

All my love,
Katy"


John smiled. His career was winding down. It was a thousand miles
away, but he could move to Cambridge and telecommute easily
enough. And living with Katy seemed like a really wonderful idea
-- a new twist on his retirement years. It wasn't clear how it
would work, either day to day or in the long term. Maybe Katy
didn't know either. But it would be wonderful to see where the
path led them.

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