Author: Sterling
Title: Little Girl Vaginas: Disgusting or Wonderful?
Summary: Dr. Smith volunteers at a 1960s-era girls orphanage. He
teaches the girls that all normal children have penises, that
their vaginas are disgusting and gross, and urges each girl to
take measures to make her vagina close up and disappear. They
don't work, of course. After Dr. Smith is maimed in a car crash,
it is up to Dr. Jones to try to repair the psychological damage.
Keywords: Mg humor humil 1st oral pedo loli group orphanage

NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 7/23/2019.

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Little Girl Vaginas: Disgusting or Wonderful?

"So, for today's lesson, I need to check on your private parts,
to be sure everything is OK... So, Sarah, could you stand up and
pull down your underpants so we can all see?... It's OK, don't be
shy."

She hesitated at the unusual request, then did as he asked.

Dr. Smith's eyes went wide at what he saw. "Oh -- oh, dear.
That's quite enough. You may pull your underpants up."

Regaining his composure he turned to Susan with a smile. "How
about you? Can you show us what's in your underpants?" When the
panties went down, Dr. Smith's eyes opened even wider. He
muttered, "Oh... oh, my goodness. Two cases... oh, dear."

The other eight girls pulled their panties down one by one, and
each time Dr. Smith looked dismayed, though he started acting
less surprised and maintained a more professional demeanor.

"Well, well, um, thank you all very much. I'll have to think
about this..."

He went back to their previous topic of feelings, and how to know
if you're feeling angry or sad or bored or happy.

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The year was 1960. Dover was a small city in the American
Midwest. Like every other city, Dover and the surrounding areas
had to deal with a certain number of orphans. Most were placed
with families, but there were often more children than families.
The excess were assigned to one of many orphanages segregated by
age and sex. The Woodcrest Orphanage handled girls in the age
range of 5 to 9. The employees of the orphanage system were
underpaid, but jobs were hard to find in Dover. Attention to the
girls at Woodcrest was particularly spotty and unenthusiastic.

Dr. Smith was a child psychologist who had just moved to town. He
offered to volunteer his time without charge to help the girls in
the orphanage. Everyone knew that orphans were at risk of
developing psychological problems, so the authorities at Dover
Orphanage were happy to accept his offer. After sizing up the
situation, he offered to run a group therapy session every day
for the ten residents of the orphanage. The two women on duty
were delighted to retreat to the kitchen where they could smoke
and gab without being troubled by the pesky little urchins.

The orphanage was an old house, with four bedrooms upstairs.
There were three bedrooms, each with four little beds. The group
met in the fourth upstairs room, a play room, with a few
uninspiring, worn toys scattered in corners. There were two
sofas, two big armchairs, and a dusty rug on the floor.

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Dr. Smith surveyed the girls at their first meeting. They all had
on ill-fitting shapeless gray dresses. They seemed too big for
the small girls and too small for the bigger ones. There were
signs of wear, stains, and they were none too clean.

"So, children," he said at the first meeting. "I am Dr. Smith and
I am here to help you. Can you tell me your names?"

He told them a bit about himself and encouraged each of them to
say something about herself or what was on her minds. They could
tell he was listening, as he smiled and asked follow-up
questions. This was new, and the girls showed a bit of
enthusiasm. They were starting to like Dr. Smith.

"Excellent, excellent! Now... the first rule of these group
therapy sessions is that we must never tell anyone what goes on
here. What we do here is secret and confidential. Is that
understood?" As he spoke, he got up and closed the door to the
hallway.

The girls nodded, and a couple looked visibly excited. The idea
of someone trusting them to keep a secret was a glimmer of
something new.

He started talking to them about feelings, and how to recognize
feelings. What does someone look like when they are mad? When
they are sad? The girls showed him. Then he had a girl pick an
emotion to show and the others had to guess which one it was.

It was at the third session that he asked them all to pull down
their panties to show him what was inside.

At the fourth session, he took a stack of 8x10 glossy pictures
out of a folder but held them against his chest before revealing
them.

"Last time I had you all show me what was in your underpants, and
I regret to say that you all have a problem. So now I'll show you
what a child is supposed to look like between the legs, OK?"

The girls nodded.

He revealed a picture of a boy's private parts, with the little
penis and the sac below. A couple girls giggled.

"What's funny, Cathy?" he asked.

"That's a boy," she said.

"Oh, all healthy children look like this between the legs. Let me
show you another..." There were a total of five shots of boys'
private parts.

"Every normal child has a penis -- this tube here. Now, none of
you look like this now, but with some hard work and determination
you can heal yourselves of your -- condition." His face showed
distaste.

Several of the girls looked visibly worried and confused. Sarah
was a 6-year-old blond with big blue eyes and a lovely smile, but
she was not smiling now.

"So, Sarah, pull down your underpants and lie back here on the
sofa with your legs apart... Yes, all the rest of you can see
there is no penis at all. Just these little disgusting flaps of
skin... Maybe there's a penis inside that just needs some help to
come out?" He gently pulled the lips aside. "Oh, dear... no hint
of a penis at all. And it's even worse... there's a hole. It's
called a... a vagina, though that's a dirty word -- don't use it
when anyone else is listening. It's really bad to not only have
no penis but to have a hole." Sarah's big blue eyes were moist,
her mouth turned down, on the verge of tears. "Sarah, you need to
work on getting that vagina to fill in before we can work on
growing you a penis." She quickly made herself decent and pressed
herself tightly into the corner of the sofa, legs together and
hands together in her lap.

"Well, let's see what's going on with the others... Rachel, you
next..." Rachel was the oldest, with dark brown hair and brown
eyes. She bit her lip and lay back in the center of the sofa,
dress around her waist and panties down at her knees. She also
had no sign of a penis and had a vagina. "I guess I ought to see
just how bad it is," he murmured. "I'll see how deep it is. But I
have to be sure I can clean my hands afterwards." He pulled out
of his bag a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a roll of paper
towels. "Pull your panties down all the way so you can get your
legs wide apart." With his lip curled in distaste, he held
Rachel's lips apart with his left fingers and slid his right
pinky into her vagina. It went in to the first knuckle. "Deeper?
Oh dear..." It went in past the second knuckle, then Rachel said,
"Ow" as he reached the end. He quickly withdrew his finger, then
uncapped the alcohol and poured a bit on a paper towel and then
rubbed his hands, over and over. "Blech," he murmured. Rachel
looked sad and worried.

"I guess I'll need to check all of you, and I don't really need
to clean up until I'm finished. Doesn't matter if I transfer some
disgusting slime from one vagina into another since they're all
dirty. So, all of you, lie down with your panties down around
your ankles, and spread your legs... the ones who don't fit on
the chairs, just lie on the floor... Let me go back to you,
Sarah... Come on, you've got to let me see you down there." Sarah
reluctantly exposed herself to him again, legs spread wide. He
slid the right pinky in the same amount. Then he went on to
Susan, a blue-eyed redhead with freckles who was 8. He got almost
all of his pinky into her vagina. "Oh dear, oh dear," he said.
Susan cried quietly.

"Got to get it all done," he murmured, going on to the next girl
and inserting his pinky into her as well. His pinky went in to
different girls a different amounts, from one knuckle at one
extreme and the whole finger at the longest, though most of them
had vaginas about two knuckles deep. "Phew!" he said as his
finger slid out of the last girl. He poured alcohol on another
towel and wiped his hands, over and over again.

"So, do you all want to be healed, and have your disgusting
vaginas close up?

All of the girls looked very sad, and most of them nodded.

"And then grow a penis and become normal children?"

The heads nodded once more.

"Part of the solution to having a vagina is to have the right
attitude. Now, it's no shame to have a vagina, really" -- the
distaste on his face was unmistakable -- "it's not your fault.
But you need to recognize how abnormal it is to have one. Every
night when you're in bed, you should think about how you would
love your vagina to close up and fill in."

"But you also want to fill up your vagina yourself. Things like
water won't work. What you fill it with has to be part of you. It
also can't be the pee and poop that already come out of your body
down there. What you want to use is saliva. Spit on your fingers
and then slide the fingers up into your vagina. Do it over and
over again. If you have a runny nose then the snot is ideal to
put down in your vaginas too... You all wash your hands when
you're done using the toilet? Well, be sure to wash your hands
when you're done with this too. Vaginas are dirty."

The class went on to other topics, and the mood lifted somewhat.
Three days passed.

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"Have you all been putting your spit in your vagina every night?"

Every girl nodded.

"Have you all been thinking about how much you want it to close
up?"

Once again the girls all nodded.

"Well, time for another measurement to see how much progress
you're making... So, Sarah, pull your panties down again and let
us see."

She hesitated, tears welling up in her eyes. "I don't wanna show.
It's disgusting." She turned pink.

"Oh, Sarah, don't worry about that. I'm sure you're doing your
best. But let me ask... Have any of your girls had your vagina
close up and disappear?"

Several girls shook their heads. None nodded.

"See, you're not alone, Sarah. Maybe some of you have made
progress, but all of you still have a disgusting vagina."

Pouting, Sarah pulled her panties down.

Dr. Smith sighed. "Yeah, it still is a... vagina. OK, you other
girls, lie back and pull your panties down. Once my finger goes
into a gross vagina, I want to do all of you as quick as I can so
I can clean my finger off."

He repeated the procedure of sliding his pinky into each of the
girls in turn. "Oh... Yuck! ... Is that a little shallower? No, I
guess not... Don't be ashamed, pull your hands aside. You can't
get better until you accept that there's a problem..."

"Finally!" he said, his finger emerging from the tenth vagina. He
rubbed his hands with the towel and alcohol, over and over, then
sighed. "OK, got that done with!"

"It's not good news, I'm afraid," he said. "I don't think any of
you have made any progress. Are you sure you're putting lots of
spit in your vaginas each night?"

Most girls nodded, and a few just looked down.

"I'm afraid it's time for the more radical solution... using an
adult penis... my penis I guess it has to be. The radical
solution is for me to stick my penis into your vaginas. One way
it works is that when your vagina feels a penis, she will be
mortified and ashamed and motivated to disappear and fill up so
she doesn't exist any more. And it also might then inspire your
body to grow a penis of its own. But one thing at a time. The
first step is getting your vaginas to close up. A man's penis
also makes a special substance that comes out the end sometimes.
It has various uses, but one is to help fill in vaginas. It's
even better than spit... So are you ready to have me slide my
penis into your vaginas?" Some of the girls looked doubtful.
"Listen, do you want to be normal children or not? If you want to
be normal, this is what you need to do!"

A few girls gave sad nods, others sighed, but none complained.

"Now, a penis is a wonderful, clean organ, one of the finest
parts of a normal person. You saw how much I hated having to get
my finger dirty putting it in your vaginas. The idea of actually
putting my penis in there is ten times worse. But I'm willing to
do it, because I want to help you all become normal children...
Let's get started."

"Rachel, let's start with you." His whole little finger had fit
inside Rachel. Rachel's eyes were brimming with tears.

"Lie back here in the middle of the sofa here... you other girls
make room."

"Now, I'm going to show you my penis." He pulled down his
trousers and underpants and his male apparatus came into view.
The penis was soft and small, with modest hair around its base.
His balls hung in their sac.

"It's big!" said Sarah.

"Bigger than a little boy's, true. But it's going to get
bigger... See, penis, there's Rachel's disgusting vagina... I
know it's gross. But we're going to do a good deed and help her
to fill it in. You ready to help with that?" He then addressed
the girls. "Penis has to get stiff so he can force his way into
Rachel's gross vagina. See it getting stiffer?" The organ swelled
with each heartbeat, the shaft separating from the testicles and
rising away from his body. "It's one thing that makes a penis so
magnificent, that it can take on different forms, including
getting stiff like this."

"That's going to fit into Rachel?" asked Susan timidly.

"Yes, it is. Now, I will admit it's likely to hurt her. But you
want to get better, Rachel, right?"

Rachel's wide eyes looked at the stiff penis pointing away from
Mr. Smith's body and straight at her.

"Be brave now, Rachel. You want to get better. Believe me, this
is way harder for me than it is for you. Oh... better get it over
with."

Dr. Smith lowered himself onto Rachel, guiding his penis tip to
her vaginal opening.

Rachel looked pale, weakly shaking her head.

Dr. Smith surged forward, pressing his cock into Rachel's small
opening. It didn't go at first, so he pressed harder. "Oh, gross,
disgusting, yuck..." murmured Dr. Smith. Rachel yelled and cried
and squirmed. His stiff penis tip forced its way into Rachel's
vagina, just a little. Dr. Smith drove his cock tip into the
little girl with harsh, quick strokes. Seconds later, grimacing,
he groaned, relaxed, and then quickly pulled away. There was a
little trickle of blood emerging from Rachel's vagina. Dr. Smith
quickly cleaned his shrinking penis off with paper towels and
alcohol. He shuddered, then looked between his legs. "It's all
over, penis, you did good," he said.

Rachel had turned onto her side and curled into the fetal
position, sobbing.

"Let me see, Rachel," he said, and she didn't resist as he
uncurled her and lifted her top leg. "Some bleeding, but not too
bad. But the healing fluid came out the end of my penis, and now
your vagina has what she needs to start closing up. A few more
treatments and your vagina should close up completely. Won't that
be good?" She didn't answer.

A little blood had gotten on the sofa, and Dr. Smith used a paper
towel to wipe away the worst of it. What was left didn't show
against the dark fabric. It wouldn't stand out from the other
stains.

The other girls looked uncomfortable. Many sat with their legs
tightly crossed. "Oh, I didn't say, but I can only do this once a
day. My body only makes so much of the special fluid, and it
takes a day before I have enough to treat the next girl."

The girls relaxed visibly.

"You other girls should try putting your fingers in your vagina
at night before you start putting the saliva in. It may hurt, but
it will help open up your vagina so my penis can fit more easily.
A vagina often has to get a little wider in the process of
getting shallower and disappearing."

They went on to other topics. At the end of the session he said,
"Rachel, you feeling OK now?" Rachel nodded and gave a weak
smile. "Rachel was brave and while it hurt, she's now on her way
to full recovery. I'm sure you others will be brave too, because
you all want to heal up and become normal children with a penis!"

And so the next day he mounted quivering little Sarah and forced
his stiff cock into her small vagina, thrust several times, and
then groaned as he released his special healing fluid.

He did a new girl each day. A few cried as they lay back, cried
as Dr. Smith penetrated them, and kept crying. A few were brave
and didn't cry at all. The others looked very nervous as they saw
Dr. Smith's stiff penis approaching, cried as it entered and for
the few seconds he jammed it in and out, then subsided to
sniffles and quiet tears. After Rachel, Sarah bled and so did
Tina, but the others apparently had all opened their vaginas wide
enough with their fingers that there was no blood as they got
their injections of healing fluid from the benevolent penis of
the benevolent Dr. Smith.

After he had done each girl once, he took another round of
measurement with his pinky finger. "I think maybe it's starting
to work," he said.

The first round took a couple weeks, and he then began on a
second round. His cock tip got in deeper to each girl on the
second copulation. It hurt her less, and he spent a bit longer
going in and out before his penis delivered its healing balm.

One day after he shut the door, Susan started crying. "My
disgusting vagina is getting deeper!" she said. "I can tell when
I put my fingers in!"

"Is it? Oh, that would be unfortunate. Let me check with my
finger. Hmmm, maybe you're right... no, I don't think so. If any
of you find your vagina is getting deeper, then it must be
because you're not putting saliva in every night the way I asked,
or else, ... maybe you really don't want to get better!"

By the third time he penetrated little Rachel, Dr. Smith's penis
slid into her vagina without her showing any pain, though it was
still very tight. He settled into a gentle thrusting pattern,
very shallow as her vagina was of course not very deep.

"So, Rachel's vagina, feel that? Feel how disgusting you are?
Feel how magnificent a penis is? You should be ashamed. You
should just close up and cease to exist. Let me keep rubbing that
message in as I go in and out here... It is so disgusting that my
penis has to put up with your filthy self. He's doing you such a
huge favor... you should disappear so Rachel can heal up and
start growing a penis of her own." Rachel began crying softly.

A few days later, he said, "I can only give the magic healing
juice to one girl a day, but I can stick it into a few other
girls first to shame your vaginas into closing up before I
deliver the juice into the last girl." Depending on the day, he
inserted his penis into two, three or four other girls before
unloading the precious juice in the girl who was next in line.

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"Hello, is this Dr. Jones?"

"Speaking."

"I am Mrs. Anderson, from Dover Orphanages. You are a child
psychologist, is that correct?"

"Yes."

"Well, there was another child psychologist, a Dr. Smith, who was
a regular at one of our orphanages. And sadly, he was in a bad
auto accident and cannot help us any more. I think he's paralyzed
from the waist down and not quite right in the head. I wonder if
you could help us out."

"Certainly."

"I'm afraid we can't afford to pay you anything. Dr. Smith was a
volunteer."

"Oh, that puts a different light on things."

"Could you meet with the children just once? To help us figure
out what's going on?"

"Is there some indication of a problem?"

"Ummm, yes -- yes there is. Could you meet with them just once?
Please?"

"Very well, I'll met with them once."

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The two women staff members at the Woodcrest were not very
helpful or insightful, Dr. Jones quickly concluded. They said
they had no idea what had been going on, but they also seemed
embarrassed and said they didn't want any trouble. So he met with
the girls in the upstairs play room.

"Hello, my name is Dr. Jones," he said. "I understand that Dr.
Smith volunteered with you every day for several months. You also
know that he has been in a serious accident."

They didn't seem surprised, but one asked, "Is he going to come
back?"

"I think we can say for certain that he will never be able to
come back and resume his duties."

"Oh."

"Can you tell me what sort of things you and he talked about?"

"He told us it was a secret and we should never tell anyone
else."

"It's very good of you to take so seriously what he asked you to
do. You're very mature little girls."

The flattery had its effect on a few of the faces.

"It's good that you felt comfortable saying whatever you wanted
without thinking some other girl was going to tell your secrets.
But this situation is different, especially as Dr. Smith will
never be coming back. You don't need to tell me anything any of
you other girls said. But you can tell me anything Dr. Smith told
you, if it wasn't about some other girl."

"But we promised," said the biggest girl.

"We grown-ups have our rules, and one rule is that a grown-up
like Dr. Smith can never make you keep secrets from other
grown-ups."

The girls looked thoughtful, but no one spoke.

"Did you all like Dr. Smith? Did you look forward to his visits?"

A number of girls shook their heads.

"Why not? What happened? Did he say things that made you feel
bad?"

A few of the girls nodded.

"But he was doing so much to help us!" said a girl.

"Yeah, it was no fun at all but he wanted to make us better."
Other girls chimed in and Dr. Jones motioned them quiet again.

"What was the problem you had that he wanted to make better?"

"He wanted us all to grow penises so we could be normal little
children."

Dr. Jones thought he must have heard wrong. "Could you say that
again?"

"He wanted us to get our vaginas to close up first, and then he
said we'd get to grow penises so we could be normal!"

Then the flood gates opened and the girls described everything
that had happened in detail.

Dr. Jones was flabbergasted. He was also embarrassed to realize
that as he heard about Dr. Smith penetrating and ejaculating
inside the little girls, he had a raging erection.

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Dr. Jones reported to Mrs. Anderson that there seemed to have
been a major problem with sexual impropriety. She did not seem
surprised. He agreed to meet with the girls again the next day.
Mrs. Anderson thanked him profusely.

"Girls, I'm afraid I have to tell you that just about everything
Dr. Smith told you was wrong. What he did was even worse. He was
a very, very bad man. Here's the truth. Half the babies that are
born are boys. They have penises. The other half are girls. They
have no penises but they have vaginas. No one grows a penis who
isn't born with one. No vaginas ever close up. Every boy and girl
is perfect just the way they are, with their penis or vagina."

The girls stared at him, entranced.

"No vagina is disgusting. You girls are supposed to have them,
and they're just fine. The world needs girls to have vaginas just
like it needs boys to have penises. Your vaginas are meant to
just sit quietly, just the way they are, until you grow up and
become big girls. There's never any need to find out how deep
they are. There's absolutely no need for anyone to... to stick a
penis into a little girl's vagina."

Dr. Jones took a breath and looked around.

"What Dr. Smith did with his penis is... is what daddies do with
mommies to start babies growing in their tummies. Adult women
have vaginas that are all grown up and big enough to accept a
penis. And they like their husbands to put their penises inside
when they want to start a baby. It feels good to them, and it
feels good to the husbands. Dr. Smith may have said he was doing
something he found gross, but actually he was feeling very, very
good when he stuck his penis into you. The stuff that came out of
his penis is what would start a baby in a woman's tummy. But it
doesn't have any other use. Dr. Smith was not right in the head
in that he wanted to stick his penis into little girls like you
instead of into grown women. And he was not right in the head for
making you feel bad about your bodies. That was really, really
mean of him."

After a few moments, a girl asked, "So, we don't need to show you
our vaginas?"

"No! I mean, no girl has to show a man her private parts. In your
case, because Dr. Smith stuck his penis into you, we'll have each
of you see a nice lady doctor privately who will look you over
down there. What she's looking for is to see if Dr. Smith hurt
you. You were all perfect down there just the way you were.
You're probably all going to be just fine, but if he hurt you
then they'll fix you up so your vaginas are back to being just
the way they were before Dr. Smith came -- wonderful, perfect
parts of your body. Private parts, just for you."

The girls looked at him with wonder and awe. Some smiled openly,
others didn't seem so sure, as if they weren't sure which doctor
to trust.

Dr. Jones arranged to visit the girls at Woodcrest three times a
week, on Monday, Wednesday and Friday mornings at 10:30. He
learned their names, then listened to the girls reliving their
experiences. He heard anger, fear, and grief. He told them the
truth over and over again, setting it against the lies that Dr.
Smith had been telling. It seemed like he was gradually getting
through to them. It helped that the woman doctor who examined
them told them the truth too -- fortunately, none of the girls'
private parts were permanently damaged. She also verified that
the girls had been telling the truth, as their vaginas had all
been stretched out.

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Word of Dr. Smith's misdeeds spread. Naturally there was a desire
for vengeance. But Dr. Smith was paraplegic and would never walk
again. He had suffered head injuries that left him with cognitive
impairment, and it seemed unlikely he would be deemed fit to
stand trial.

Everyone liked Dr. Jones' idea of having the girls from Woodcrest
take a field trip to visit Dr. Smith in the hospital.

The staff were happy to situate Dr. Smith in a private room,
completely naked, flat on his back, with his arms strapped down.
They were also happy to shield the group from any interruptions.

Dr. Smith's eyes went wide when he saw the little girls.

Dr. Jones addressed him. "Why, Dr. Smith, your former class
decided they would like to pay you a visit and thank you for the
time you spent with them."

"Hi, girls," he said uncertainly.

"Would you care to apologize to the girls? Perhaps correct any
misinformation you might have told them?"

"Yeah, I'm -- gosh, I'm so sorry. Girls don't grow penises. You
all have vaginas, which are just fine, and not gross. They're
what you're supposed to have. You're all just fine."

In the minds of the girls, the narratives of the others had been
winning out over the lies Dr. Smith had told them. But now that
he himself had recanted, that had a powerful effect as well.

"You apologize to my vagina!" said little Tina hotly, climbing up
on the bed and exposing herself, panties around her ankles and
dress hem held up high.

The other girls laughed, but then Sarah climbed up beside Rachel
and exposed herself similarly. "Yeah, apologize to mine too!"

"I'm... gosh, I'm sorry," said Dr. Smith.

"Hey, look, his penis is getting hard!"

The girls noted the development with excitement.

"You said were doing us a favor -- ha!"

"Pervert!"

"Poopy head!"

Dr. Jones said, "Girls, I've heard that adult men have
disgusting, gross penises, and to be normal human beings their
penis should really shrivel up and disappear from shame. And then
maybe they can grow a vagina instead."

The girls laughed.

"And one way people can help the penis disappear is to ... sand
it!" He produced three blocks of wood with coarse sand paper
stapled around them. "Would any of you girls like to help Dr.
Smith's penis to disappear?"

Girls grabbed two of his sandpaper blocks, and another two
wrestled over the third one until one girl emerged victorious.
They then chortled as they held up his stiff organ and applied
the sandpaper vigorously.

Dr. Smith grimaced and groaned.

"Oh, it's bleeding," said a girl, and all three stopped and
looked at Dr. Jones.

"As I recall, Dr. Smith made some of you girls bleed between the
legs when he violated your private parts."

Dr. Smith's penis remained stiff even as blood seeped from many
surface abrasions.

"But that's just pretend, right?" said little Tina. "He's not
supposed to really lose his penis, is he?"

"That's right!" said Dr. Jones. "Though he kept telling you you
were supposed to make your vaginas go away, right?"

The girls handed over the sandpaper blocks to three other girls
who wanted a turn. The penis became a bloody mess, and then the
erection started subsiding and they stopped.

"So, Dr. Jones had you spitting and putting your spit and snot
into your vaginas. Would you like to give Dr. Jones any of your
spit and snot?"

The girls all loved that idea. Each girl found an unoccupied part
of his body and began spitting. His hair and face got a lot of
attention. Karen had a head cold, and she was given pride of
place to slobber copious quantities of snot all over his face and
especially over his eyes.

The girls' enthusiasm started waning. And then Susan said, "They
say two wrongs don't make a right." The other girls paused.

Dr. Jones smiled and choked up briefly. "That's very wise of you
Susan. But... do you have anything more to say to Dr. Smith?"

Rachel screamed, "I hate you!" Several of the other girls joined
her in screaming.

"Girls, girls!" interrupted Dr. Jones. "You should learn to take
turns! I'm not sure he can hear you when you all yell at once.
Why don't you take turns going up close and screaming right in
his ear?"

Dr. Smith groaned and winced, eyes opening long enough to be
invaded by Karen's layer of snot.

The girls had a lot of things to scream at Dr. Smith, and it went
on for nearly half an hour before they finally lost steam.

"I want to pee on him!" giggled Susan. Other girls heartily
agreed.

Dr. Jones hesitated, then said, "Well, you don't need to expose
your privates to Dr. Smith any more. Here's a bed pan. Any of you
who wants to, squat over the bed pan there and pee in it, and
then we can empty it on Dr. Smith OK?"

Seven of the girls piddled in the bedpan, and then with Dr. Jones
guiding and stabilizing its path, they poured it slowly onto Dr.
Smith's face.

"Some for his penis too!" said a girl.

Dr. Jones thought that sounded good, so he helped them empty the
rest onto the bloody penis, revealing that the organ was not
seriously damaged. Blood started seeping out from many cuts as
soon as the urine flowed away.

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The girls' morale improved notably after their visit to Dr. Smith
in the hospital. Dr. Jones cut back to two visits a week and then
only one.

One girl in particular worried him -- Cathy. She was a quiet girl
by temperament, he could tell, but she also seemed depressed. He
had met with the girls individually a number of times, and now he
arranged a visit with Cathy.

"You seem pretty unhappy, Cathy," he said. "Could you tell me
what's going on?"

She didn't speak, and after phrasing the question a little
differently a couple times, he just waited patiently, smiling. He
saw her light brown wavy hair, light brown eyes, dimples, and a
look of alertness and intelligence that not all the girls had.

Cathy grew uncomfortable with the silence, but Dr. Jones just
kept smiling.

"My vagina's bad."

"Is that you how you feel?"

Cathy nodded. "I know you said it's not but it still feels bad."

"I'm sorry," said Dr. Jones. "Can you think of anything that
might help?"

"Could someone show me instead of just telling me?"

"Show you what?"

"How wonderful my vagina is?"

"And... how would someone do that?"

"Ummm...."

Dr. Jones saw her face getting a bit pink. "Anything you say is
fine. It doesn't have to make sense or anything."

"Kiss it."

"Excuse me?"

"Could someone kiss it?"

"Oh," said Dr. Jones, confused. "That's fine. You want someone to
kiss it. That makes sense. Let me think..."

"I knew you'd make fun of me," said Cathy, lip quivering.

"Oh, no. No, no, no... I didn't mean to... It's just... it would
be illegal, of course.... And who did you have in mind, I mean
--"

"You."

"Me? Oh, jeez... I could never... I mean, it's just fine for you
to feel that way, that's just fine, but as for actually doing
anything, well, that's different. You know how feelings are
different from actions... We covered all that..."

Dr. Jones realized he was blathering. He also realized he was
bright pink and that he had a hard-on. He desperately hoped Cathy
wouldn't notice.

Cathy noticed and then smirked.

"Oh, Cathy, why? Why would you want that?'

"You all say my vagina should have just stayed private for years
and years. And maybe it should have. But it didn't. Dr. Smith
invaded it. Over and over. He hurt it. And you said big girls
might feel good doing sex. Well, me and a few of the other girls
know about feeling good. We already knew how to feel good down
there before it started. But then it started, and it's all messed
up." She started to cry.

"Oh, Cathy, I'm so sorry," said Dr. Jones.

He opened his arms and Cathy crawled onto his lap. But feeling
his stiff cock against her bottom, she reached down to touch it
to make sure. "And what about that?"

"Um... Can I tell you a secret?"

"Sure."

"You know how Dr. Smith was a pervert for wanting to stick his
penis in little girls instead of grown women?"

Cathy nodded.

"Well, in my thoughts I'm kind of the same way. I'd never, ever,
ever do that, but the thoughts are kind of the same, and a penis
gets hard kind of on its own... That's why I got so flustered
before too... So you promise not to tell?"

Cathy smiled. "I promise."

Dr. Jones sighed with relief.

"If you kiss me down there."

Dr. Jones' anxiety shot through the roof. He tried to buy some
time. "How about next week, OK, if you still want to do that,
then I'll think about it. But you can't tell anyone."

"Course not," said Cathy. She kissed his cheek and hopped down.

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All the other girls were playing outside.

Cathy and Dr. Jones were behind a locked door in Cathy's bedroom,
which she shared with Rachel and Susan. The big girls' room.

"You really want to do this?" said Dr. Jones.

Cathy nodded vigorously.

"You know I could get in big trouble if you told anyone."

"Why would I want to do that?"

"Well... you might change. I don't want to end up like Dr.
Smith."

Cathy laughed. "That was fun, what we did to him."

"He actually died, you know."

Cathy hesitated. "Oh. From what we did?"

"No, not that. Under mysterious circumstances. Most people think
someone killed him because of how awful he was to you."

"Who did it?"

"No one knows, or if they do they're not saying. The police are
not investigating much either. Everyone hated him."

"I'm still sad he got killed."

"That's very nice of you. Even bad people have good sides."

"Yeah, the rest of the time he was really good to us. He listened
and paid attention to us."

Dr. Jones nodded. "So... here I am, risking my life to do you a
favor. But I'll also tell you... I'm risking my life because I
think little girl vaginas are amazing and I can't think of
anything more exciting than getting to kiss one."

"How do you know you'll like my vagina?"

"I guess I don't, not for sure. But you saw all the other girls.
Are you different down there?"

Cathy shook her head. "But she's still scared."

"Maybe I could just pat her gently, through your clothes, to try
to make her feel more comfortable before you show her to me?"

Cathy smiled and lay back on the bed, dress covering her to below
her knees. She held her hands together over her private place.

Dr. Jones started gently caressing her hands. "It's OK, little
vagina, whenever you're ready, I'll pat you."

Cathy hesitated, than moved her hands aside a little. Dr. Jones
slid his fingers between her hands and touched her dress right
over the relevant spot. He cupped his hand over her little mound,
pressing the dress fabric down to get full contact. He sighed.

"What? You can't really feel anything, can you?"

"I can already tell you're not a boy. None of those icky lumpy
things. Just a smooth curve. So I know already you're a girl, and
girls are wonderful."

Cathy looked at him with interest as he began slowly stroking the
dress right over her special place. "Wonderful vagina. Wonderful,
wonderful little vagina."

Cathy reached down to pull up her dress until it was bunched
around her middle. Dr. Jones saw her panties, barely noticing
that they were grayish and stained. He returned his hand to
cupping her girl part. Cathy spread her legs so he could fit his
whole hand flat against her girl part. "Oh, wonderful, wonderful
vagina," he said.

"Really?" said Cathy, tears in her eyes.

"Oh, really!" He began gently patting and stroking.

Cathy looked at him, then looked away. "It starts feeling kind of
good, but then I hear Dr. Smith again saying how disgusting it
is..."

"Dr. Smith was a bad man. Maybe telling you those lies about
vaginas being disgusting was even worse than sticking his penis
in -- I don't know for sure."

Cathy smiled, grabbed the hem of her panties, lifted her butt,
and slid them down to her ankles. Then she crossed her hands over
her bare privates. "You promise not to laugh, or say it's gross?"

"Oh, absolutely."

She tentatively drew her hands back, looking intently at Dr.
Jones's face. He could feel her looking, but he knew there was no
trace of disgust on his face. The girl lips he saw brought no
other emotion than joy and excitement. He patted her girl part
and then began stroking again. "What a wonderful, wonderful part
of a wonderful girl," he said softly.

Cathy's face showed a complicated and changing series of
emotions, as he glanced at it from time to time. Mostly his eyes
were fixated on the amazing little girl part under his fingers.
No trace of hair, so smooth and elegantly curved. And in the
middle that alluring slit, hiding and promising at the same time.

Minutes went by. "You remember what you wanted me to do when you
first asked?"

Cathy nodded but looked away.

"You still want that? I'd love to do it."

"You'd really kiss the dirty, disgusting thing?" she whispered
hoarsely.

"It's not at all dirty or disgusting, I've love to kiss it more
than anything. But only with your permission."

Cathy shrugged, still looking away.

So Dr. Jones slowly maneuvered himself below her on the bed,
brought his face slowly to the place where her legs joined and
where girls are different from boys. And then he gave her lips a
little kiss, and then another one. "Beautiful, beautiful little
girl parts. I love kissing you so much." And he went back to
kissing.

He felt Cathy twitch, and then twitch again. She was crying.

Dr. Jones slowly eased himself up until he was beside her and
stroked her shoulder. Cathy turned and faced him, then gripped
him tightly and began sobbing. Dr. Jones just stroked her hair
gently. After fifteen minutes the sobs subsided and she looked at
him with a little smile.

"I'd love to kiss your vagina again, if you feel like that again
any time."

"OK," said Cathy, after a moment.

Dr. Jones resumed his kissing. And then he brought his tongue out
just a bit and gave a short little lick. And then another. "Is
that OK?" he asked.

Cathy said, "Mmm-hmmm" and he began licking more. He spread her
lips with his fingers and began licking inside. "It's so
wonderful," he said. He was licking around her inner lips and he
dared to lick up where they came together at the top too,
attentive to her reaction. He felt her squirm and continued his
gentle licking.

Suddenly she turned away onto her side and began crying again.

Dr. Jones slid up until he was behind her, gently pushing forward
until she was spooned against him.

She cried. He stroked her hair.

She stopped crying. "Again?" she said. "Oh, I'm being so
impossible!"

"You're not being impossible... you went through something really
traumatic, and it will take time. Maybe it's enough for one day?"

"No! It was feeling really good, but then... Do it again,
please?"

Dr. Jones lowered himself and started licking again. After a few
minutes, Cathy started crying, so he returned to her level to hug
her. She urged him to lick again.

The process repeated itself three more times.

Dr. Jones licked, Cathy squirmed, moving her hips this way and
that. Dr. Jones was expecting her to start crying any time, but
instead she gasped and moaned, then moaned and gasped and then
went limp. And then she began crying, and Dr. Jones hugged her
again.

"You were licking me, and... I knew you didn't find it
disgusting, and then all of a sudden I knew I wasn't disgusting,
and then I had the best good feeling ever," she said.

"I'm so glad," said Dr. Jones. They hugged, and he thought the
session would end soon.

"What about your penis?" she said. "It was hard sometimes before.
I could feel it. But it's not hard now." She confirmed this with
her fingers, touching the front of his pants.

"My penis wasn't part of the deal," said Dr. Jones. It stiffened
rapidly under Cathy's touch.

"But you'd like to stick it in me?"

"It's a kind of primal urge, yes, because I'm a pervert like Dr.
Smith. But don't worry about that."

"I want to see it."

"Are you sure you won't find it disgusting?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"I really shouldn't do this."

"I'd really like you to."

"OK," said Dr. Jones with a sigh, and removed trousers and
underpants to reveal an organ that was now very stiff.

"Can I touch?"

"OK, just not like you touched Dr. Smith's that day?"

Cathy laughed. "No... So is it magnificent and stupendous? The
best organ ever?"

"No, it's just an organ. I guess women might think it's as good
as a vagina, but no better."

"I think it's nice... And you'd stick it in me, not to do me a
favor, but because you really want to and it would feel really
good?"

"I would be amazed and astonished if you wanted me to stick it in
you -- if you were willing to let me. It would be the most
amazing thing ever to be able to get it into your wonderful
vagina. In theory, that is."

"Then I want you to do it."

Dr. Jones groaned. "Really. You really sure?"

"Yes!" Cathy's eyes brimmed with tears of joy.

"Well... OK. What if you take your dress off all the way... and
the panties too, so there's nothing but the whole gorgeous
'you'".

"OK," said Cathy with a shy smile.

Dr. Jones removed his own shirt as Cathy removed her dress so
they were both completely naked. He turned over onto the
8-year-old girl and aimed his cock. "Let me know if it hurts at
all or doesn't feel right and I'll stop... promise?"

"Promise," said Cathy.

Her legs were spread wide. He aimed his cock and opened her lips,
then began pushing. His cock tip slid right in.

"Oh, wow!" said Cathy. "It goes in so easy!"

Dr. Jones gasped and groaned and moaned.

"You OK?" said Cathy.

"Yeah, yeah, it just feels so good... You're wet from having that
orgasm. That's your body getting ready for sex, just so it will
go in easy and feel good... Can I go in further?"

"Sure, I'll let you know if it hurts... More... more... more...
OK."

Dr. Jones felt his cock tip nudge against the end of her little
girl vagina.

He began thrusting gently, then stopped. "You know what happens
if I keep going? The stuff comes out. It's not healing stuff."

"The stuff that would start a baby?"

"Right. But you're too young for that."

"But you'd really like to make it come out?"

"If I get even a little bit more excited, it will just come out,
whether I want it to or not. That happens when I have my orgasm.
But it's not doing anything for you, it's just for me."

Cathy smiled. "Go ahead, I'd love you to be really happy... My
vagina makes you happy?"

"Yes! Your vagina and the rest of you too. But the vagina is what
makes my penis feel fantastic... You sure?"

Cathy nodded.

Dr. Jones pressed in and out all of ten times, his breathing hard
and ragged, and then strangled a cry as his penis seized up and
spurted, again and again. Gobs of cum, right into his girl, the
way it has been with penises and vaginas from the beginning of
time.

He expected Cathy to start crying at any moment, but she didn't.
When he looked up she was just smiling at him.

He slowly slid off of her, his penis sliding out, and lay
carefully on his back, still breathing hard. Cathy snuggled up
against his side.

"So, you liked my vagina a whole lot, and licked it forever, even
when I kept crying all the time." She giggled. "Sorry... And your
penis thought my vagina was really great, and went in and shot
out special baby-making stuff, and you felt really happy?"

Dr. Jones nodded.

"And I have a good little body?"

"Absolutely," Dr. Jones said.

They heard voices below as the other girls came inside. Dr. Jones
spent time alone with all the girls, listening to them, but he
never spent this much time alone.

The two of them quickly got up, made themselves decent, hid all
traces of their encounter, then opened the door.

"OK, Cathy," he said in his best professional voice, as they
heard girl footsteps on the stairs. "I think you're making good
progress. I'll check in with you again next week, OK?"

"OK. Thank you Dr. Jones."

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"You seem funny, Cathy," said Rachel, as the three girls settled
down in bed for the night.

"Yeah, you're all dreamy," said Susan.

"Oh, am I? I guess I'm just happy. I got over feeling so bad
about Dr. Smith."

"There's more than that. You spent a long time with Dr. Jones
this afternoon. I kept expecting you to come outside but you
never did."

"Oh, it wasn't that long," said Cathy too quickly.

"What happened?"

"Nothing!"

"Something did too! Did he make you get naked and do things?"

"Why would he do that?"

"Dr. Smith did."

"Well, that was awful. I'd hardly be happy if Dr. Jones made me
get naked."

Rachel spoke again. "But they said big girls like it if they get
a choice. Remember how we used to rub ourselves and feel good
down there before Dr. Smith?"

"Yeah, I remember. But I haven't wanted to since then."

"But Dr. Jones is so kind and nice. I can imagine showing him my
privates.... Cathy, that smile! You smiled when I said that. He
did stuff with you, I know it!"

Cathy relaxed and sighed. "He convinced me that my vagina really
is just fine."

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Dr. Jones locked the door to the bedroom behind him.

"You told, Cathy! I said you had to keep it a secret!"

"I tried, but they tricked me. And I was so happy I couldn't hide
it."

"So now Rachel and Susan have told me I have to convince them
that their vaginas aren't bad."

"Oh. That would be nice, but... you're not going to stick your
penis in them, are you?"

"I certainly would rather not. The chances of me getting in
trouble are high enough already."

"You're my boyfriend," said Cathy, hugging him around the hips as
he stood.

"Oh... Oh, hmmm."

Cathy looked at him uncertainly. "But I thought you said my
vagina was wonderful."

"Oh, it definitely is, but that doesn't mean I'm your boyfriend.
I mean, I was thinking that was a one-time thing, and you'd be
convinced your vagina is just fine and we'd be done with it."

"But you liked it a lot -- you said."

"I did, but... It's not right, and I'll get in trouble!"

Cathy took off her gray dress and panties and lay back on the
bed, legs spread wide. "Make my vagina feel like she's not
disgusting," she said.

"Cathy, oh, Cathy... -- ... oh, to hell with it."

He lowered himself between the girl's legs and began kissing,
then licking, then licking right in that special place. It only
took a couple minutes before Cathy shuddered and moaned.

"There, so now you know I think your vagina is just fine."

"But your penis. You have to stick your penis in!"

"But Cathy! --"

"See, there's where it goes." She held her pussy lips open.

Dr. Jones gulped, then stripped while Cathy smiled and bounced
her butt up and down on the bed in excitement.

He mounted, he inserted, he moaned, he thrust, he thrust more and
started breathing hard, and then he moaned plaintively as he shot
his sperm into little Cathy, who smiled up at him happily the
whole time. Then he lay beside Cathy.

"The other time, afterwards, the sperm came out on my panties. Is
that normal?"

Dr. Jones smiled. "Yeah, it's normal."

"Dr. Smith's came out too, and I always felt so horrible because
I wasn't letting it fill me up the way it was supposed to. But I
thought you said it went up inside to make a baby."

"Oh, just a tiny bit does, and the rest comes out. I'd wipe it up
the best you can. Fortunately there are stains on the panties
already."

He turned to her and looked at her solemnly. "But Susan and
Rachel want me to convince them that their vaginas are not
disgusting. They threatened to tell if I don't."

"They wouldn't tell!"

"Why do you say that?"

"They're just sneaky, that's all."

"Well, I don't know... they seemed pretty serious to me. So I
think I'll have to do that. Maybe just a little kiss will do it."

Cathy looked doubtful.

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Cathy had come to Dr. Jones's attention because she was so sad,
and it was no big surprise that she had started crying so many
times.

Susan had much less trouble. Dr. Jones talked soothingly about
how wonderful her vagina was. She was a bit pale when she first
pulled down her panties. Dr. Jones mixed talking with kissing and
then licking. But she relaxed fully as she felt Dr. Jones's
tongue doing is magic. It took her a full half hour of excitement
before she finally came.

"There! Feel better?" said Dr. Jones when she had caught her
breath.

"Yeah, that was wonderful."

"Good," said Dr. Jones, who started to get up.

"But what about your penis?"

"What about it?"

"You've got to stick it in me."

"Didn't my tongue convince your vagina that she's amazingly
wonderful?"

"Yeah, but Dr. Smith stuck his penis in, and my vagina remembers
that and she wants to get a good penis in there instead to take
away the bad penis memories."

Dr. Jones looked at that lovely red hair, the big blue eyes, and
the alluring freckles. bit his lip, then stripped, revealing his
raging erection. He said soothing words as he prepared to insert,
but Susan didn't seem so interested in words. She urged him on --
and in. She smiled and wriggled her butt under him, saying at one
point as his cock eased its way in, "Oooo, that feels nice!" Dr.
Jones began his in and out motion, awash in pleasure, and in
under a minute the ecstatic transfer took place, and the products
of Dr. Jones's balls were swimming energetically deep in Susan's
vagina -- millions of them.

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Rachel needed very little verbal reassurance about her vagina
being OK.

As with the other girls, Dr. Smith had called forth her
sexuality, and despite the experience being horrible, the
sexuality would not be ignored and tucked away.

She wanted sexual pleasure from Dr. Jones's tongue, and she got
it. She wanted his penis inside her, and she got that too. She
had a second orgasm just as he thrust into her that one last time
and began spurting.

Susan and Rachel were not satisfied with one time any more than
Cathy was. Dr. Jones knew he should really put a stop to it --
but it felt so, so good. But they had to be careful so as not to
arouse more suspicion than they did already.

It took him two weeks after doing it to one of the girls to get
around to her again -- he had to spend alone time with the other
kids, too. He was getting to burrow into a hot little vagina and
let loose more than once a week, but as there were three of them
and only one of him, the girls were unhappy about having to wait
so long.

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"The little girls know something's up," said Rachel. "But they
don't know what it is. But they talk about how their vaginas
still feel bad even after everyone says they aren't. Dr. Smith
had a big effect on them."

"Well, I certainly am not going go lick their vaginas!" said Dr.
Jones.

Rachel gave him a mischievous smile. "I bet you'd like to."

"Well, what I'd like to do doesn't enter into it."

"Yeah, OK. I don't want to have to share you with more girls!"
said Rachel. "But I still feel bad for the littler ones."

Dr. Jones thought a while, and then suggested a plan that the
girls themselves could do, even though he couldn't have anything
to do with it.

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A new 5-year-old girl, Hannah, had arrived who hadn't experienced
Dr. Smith, and Dr. Jones took that girl for a long walk outside.

Rachel addressed the others. "Dr. Smith told us our vaginas were
disgusting. Everyone else has been telling us they're not, but
somehow Dr. Smith's voice keeps coming back anyway. Anyone else
feel that?" Most of the girls nodded. A few looked like it was a
revelation.

"So sometimes actions speak louder than words. I think every one
of you has a wonderful vagina, and I'd like to show you that --
by giving it a kiss."

There were squeals of excitement, and some looks of apprehension.

"Anyone volunteer to go first?"

Susan hitched up her dress and pulled down her panties, standing
in the middle of the room.

Rachel knelt in front of her. "Susan, your vagina is wonderful
and just perfect." As she spoke she gently stroked the labia.
Then she slowly reached in and kissed her, right in the center.

The girls were mesmerized. Cathy was next to get kissed.

Alison then volunteered, and Rachel gave her the same heartfelt
speech, gentle labia stroking, and the kiss.

Girl followed girl, until Rachel's lips had touched every girl
who was willing. Two girls didn't want to be kissed, but they
watched with interest.

"It's not just Rachel," said Susan. "I think you all have
wonderful vaginas too, and I'd like to kiss them too." So Susan
repeated the procedure, kissing every vagina of the 7 other girls
who were participating. And then Cathy did it. Then Alison did,
kissing the big girl vaginas too. They kept asking the other two
girls if they wanted to participate. Tina said she would be happy
to kiss the other vaginas but didn't want anyone to kiss hers.
That was fine with everyone.

The girls started giggling. "What about inside? Can we go
inside?"

Rachel, Susan, and Cathy looked at each other. Dr. Jones hadn't
said anything about that.

"Sure," said Rachel, "anything that doesn't hurt."

"What about washing our hands?"

"There's nothing dirty there," said Rachel. "We'll wash our hands
before supper anyway and that's plenty."

And so most of the girls went around again, opening up the other
girls' vaginal lips and kissing inside, and then sliding their
little finger up inside the vagina itself, reminded by the big
girls to say how the vagina was perfect and not in the least
disgusting. Fingers went in pretty far, as Dr. Smith's penis had
expanded every vagina well beyond the size it would normally have
for a girl that age.

All in all, it was a great success.

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More orphans came into the system. The orphanage system called
all the people who had been foster parents in the past, but with
no luck. They looked again to see if anyone was looking to adopt
girls. No one was.

Change was in the wind. The Woodcrest girls found out about the
potential changes and some were anxious. But for Cathy, Rachel
and Susan, there was a different level of anxiety... If Dr. Jones
didn't stuff his penis into their vaginas regularly, that would
be terrible!

In the best scenario they could come up with, the total count at
Woodcrest would be 14. The homes in the system for older girls
and younger girls would also be overcrowded. It was going to be
tight. It would technically be in violation of state regulations,
too, which limited the facility to 12 girls.

That's when Dr. Jones had his idea. He gathered the three big
girls together and met with them in their room. "Here's a crazy
idea... If I were to offer to take the three of you in as my
foster daughters, would you be interested?"

"Yes!"

"Absolutely!"

"Oh, wow! But wait, daddies don't have sex with their daughters,
right?" asked Susan.

Dr. Jones paused, a little wave of guilt washing over him. "Not
real daddies and daughters, but we know it's different. Maybe it
will be more like you'll be my three wives."

They all giggled at that idea.

"But you'll still lick us and give us good feelings and stick
your penis inside so we keep knowing our vaginas aren't
disgusting? Every other week?" asked Rachel.

Dr. Jones smiled. "It could be more often than every other week
if you'd like, if we're sleeping in the same house every night."

"Every week?"

Dr. Jones smirked.

"Every day?" said Cathy. "Twice a day? Ten times a day?" Her eyes
were ablaze.

"I'm sure I could manage to do at least one of you every day, so
at the worst you'd each get it at least every third day. But I
have the feeling it might be more."

"You don't have a real wife?" said Sarah.

"No."

"And you're not going to find one and get married?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't love grown-up women with their big bodies. I
only love little girls like you."

"So it would be really nice for you too?"

"Oh, yes."

Cathy began stroking the front of Dr. Jones's pants.

"Mmmm, nice idea," he said. "But no time now."

"Just a kiss, then?" said Cathy, quickly pulling panties down and
holding her dress up.

"OK, a kiss." Dr. Jones knelt and gave a sweet, gentle kiss to
Cathy's girl slit. He wasn't surprised to find two other little
girl slits presented for his attention in exactly the same way,
and he kissed each of them too.

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Along with the volunteer work, Dr. Jones did have a paying job as
a child psychologist. Since he'd started volunteering at
Woodcrest he had mostly worked in the early morning and late
afternoon.

In theory the girls at Woodcrest were all home-schooled, but it
was a joke. One of the women who worked there was supposed to
teach them to read and write. She would occasionally point to
some books and encourage the girls to do the reading and
arithmetic exercises, but they never did.

Dr. Jones engaged a crusty old lady from a nearby farm to stay
with the girls during the day and do some housework, laundry, and
cooking. He chose her partly because she volunteered that she
believed in privacy and not nosing into other people's business.

Dr. Jones wanted more for his girls than they got at the
orphanage. He went shopping with them and got several different
outfits for each girl, conservative but far better than the
single gray dress they had worn at the orphanage. They got
bunches of new panties -- to the girls they were amazingly bright
and white. He got them toys and dolls and more books.

When he came home in the middle of the day, Dr. Jones actually
worked with his girls on their schoolwork. He encouraged them to
help each other. They were far behind but made good progress. In
a year they might be able to go to the public school with girls
their own age.

Each girl had the luxury of her own bedroom, and Dr. Jones's idea
had been to visit each of them privately for sex. But while each
of them liked the idea of private sex with Dr. Jones without the
other two watching, they hated the idea of Dr. Jones being alone
with one of the other girls and them being shut out. So, all in
all, they were much happier to all converge at bedtime on Dr.
Jones's room, and in particular to join the others on top of the
big bed.

Three lovely little girls and one big hairy man all got naked. He
licked one girl for a while, sometimes to orgasm. The others got
turned on watching and rubbed themselves between the legs.

When the first girl felt ready she urged him to mount her and
plunge his cock in. The others vied for his attention with sexy
dances, monologues, or caresses to his body. One effective
technique was simply lying back, with legs spread wide and
fingers spreading the feminine lips to make herself just as ready
to get it as a girl could get. When Dr. Jones saw that, he often
pulled out of one girl and slid right into the next. But while
copulating with several girls was wonderful, he also was driven
to orgasm, and he had to pick one girl to climax in. And then he
would focus his attention on the chosen girl. Feasting his eyes
on the beautiful face and beautiful body and labia spread tight
around his thrusting cock, he would hammer in and out hard and
ejaculate way up inside her. As the days went by, he made sure to
spread his ejaculations around evenly so no girl felt left out.

They tried lots of other things too. They licked his cock and
each insisted on having him come in her mouth. For Cathy and
Susan, once was enough, but Rachel continued to volunteer now and
then, as long as it was understood that this didn't count against
her allotment of vaginal ejaculations. They tried doggy style.
They tried girl-on-top, and all three of the girls liked coming
that way sometimes.

When it was all over, occasionally a girl would go back to her
bed, but mostly they would sleep with Dr. Jones. One reason is
that there was sometimes sex in the morning and they didn't want
to miss their turn. He even sometimes woke one of them up in the
middle of the night for some quick sex if she was interested. She
was always interested.

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"I'm tired," said Susan. "I want to go first and then you can
have him to yourselves." As she spoke she pressed her fingers
rhythmically between her legs to get ready. Then she pushed Dr.
Jones onto his back. "Is my vagina disgusting? Do you want it to
go away?"

"No! Your vagina is amazing and wonderful, and I'd love it if you
sat down on me and took my penis way up inside."

Susan smiled and impaled herself, and began lifting herself and
then settling down, always landing firmly at the bottom so her
hairless pubic area nested strongly against his hairy man pubis.
She whimpered and sighed, and the other two girls fingered
themselves between the legs. It was under fifteen minutes when
she gasped and groaned and held very still, eyes closed and
ecstasy written on her face, then slid off and assumed the fetal
position some distance away from the other three, facing away
from them.

The other two girls looked at each other, but Dr. Jones took
charge. "Rachel, will you be my little girl doggy?"

Rachel grinned, then hesitated. "You think my vagina is OK?"

"Oh, your vagina is fantastic. I'd lick it if you want."

"No, that's OK. I'm ready for penis, penis, penis!" She presented
herself, Dr. Jones got on his knees behind her and thrust in. He
pounded away, holding her hips tight in his hands.

"You look like animals," said Cathy, squirming.

"We are animals," growled Dr. Jones.

Rachel gasped and her pussy tightened around Dr. Jones's cock. He
pushed in very deep and then held still. He did that sometimes as
he came, but this time he held still because he didn't want to
come yet.

When Rachel was finished and drew away, Dr. Jones looked at Cathy
frantically. "Your vagina is fantastic, I'd lick it if you want,
but I really want to stick it all the way into you, and I won't
last long."

"Oh, go for it!" said Cathy.

Cathy was spread wide, held herself open, and Dr. Jones thrust in
to the tight, hot, wet embrace of the eager female.

"Oh, do it, do it, do it!" said Cathy, eyes locked on his.

All of 30 seconds after penetration, he did just that, gasping,
thrusting, cock pulsing wildly, and Cathy gasped at exactly the
same time.

Dr. Jones disengaged and lay on his side, looking at his three
beauties. Susan was still turned away from them all. Rachel's
eyes were half-closed and Cathy was rapidly heading toward sleep
too. So he just lay back and let himself drift off.

He woke to a hand idly playing with his soft cock, which was
rapidly getting hard. The hand belonged to Cathy, who seemed
mostly asleep. But feeling him stir, she opened a sleepy eye.

She whispered, "I had a dream that Dr. Smith said my vagina was
disgusting. Could you just slide your wonderful penis into me to
keep the bad dreams away?"

Dr. Jones smiled. "How can you sleep with my cock inside you? If
you got on top of me you'd squish me. And vice versa."

"I'll just do it like this." She turned away from him and stuck
her butt out and tucked her legs up under her.

Dr. Jones wasn't sure how practical the sleeping would be, but he
was delighted to spoon behind her and ease his cock into her
welcoming pussy. He thrust idly. "If I lie still I'm afraid it
will get soft and fall out. You're so sexy I'll want to go in and
out and come inside you, then it will get soft and fall out. "

"Oh, it's OK. I'm happy to be awake while you're doing me, and if
it falls out maybe I'll just tuck it back in." She giggled.

"Sweet dreams," whispered Dr. Jones. He thrust a bit, then
relaxed. As his cock started softening, he eased it in and out a
few times until it got hard again. At first Cathy reacted when he
started thrusting, but then she just lay still, breathing
regularly.

After half an hour he found the routine frustrating. She'd said
she didn't mind being awake if he was going to really do it to
her. He started thrusting consistently, a deep penetration, hold
and withdrawal, but smooth and slow. But as his orgasm approached
he couldn't keep entirely calm. He stayed quiet as he gave one
final surge inside and drizzled more sperm into his little girl
-- deeply, deeply satisfied. Then he lay still, cock inside,
quietly catching his breath.

In a couple minutes Cathy turned her head towards him over her
shoulder and whispered, "I had a wonderful dream where Dr. Jones
loved my vagina so much he filled it with his penis and then
leaked out lots of sperm because he really wanted to." She gave
him an impish grin.

He smiled too, withdrew, and slid himself down below her where he
then worked her girl parts over lovingly with his tongue. Within
a few minutes she gasped and shuddered. She turned away, butt
stuck out, and he snuggled up behind her, and slid his penis back
in. He dozed, woke and thrust, and dozed again, over and over.
Helping his girl keep bad dreams at bay wasn't half bad.

The other two might get jealous when they found out, but he'd be
happy to give them the same treatment.

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