Author: Sterling
Title: Making Naughty Therapy Funner
Summary: A new disease afflicting young girls has but one
effective treatment, though a most unorthodox one: an adult penis
seated deep in their vaginas. The doctors devised the procedure
to be as clinical as possible -- lowering the girl onto a
seemingly disembodied organ emerging from a draped male body. But
some of the girls really don't like it. I took a chance with
little Amy and devised a treatment plan she liked better. A lot
better.
Keywords: Mg pedo lolita humor oral

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 2/3/2013.

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Making Naughty Therapy Funner


I knew the routine, as I'd done it a dozen times before.

I lay in the hospital bed with a magazine that might have been a
collection of the best Playboy centerfolds. I had let the
pictures have the desired effect on me; I now had an erection. A
curtain fell at my waist so I couldn't see what went on below,
but I knew what was going to happen. I heard whispering and
rustling down there, then pressure on the mattress. Latex-covered
fingers gently grasped the base of my penis and pointed it
upward.

Any second now, I would feel moist flesh on the tip of my penis,
which would prove to be labia, and the warm, wet vagina they
promised would begin to engulf me. When it had taken in as much
of my penis as it comfortably could, the descent needed to stop.
My job was to sense the ideal depth when the tip of my penis met
firm resistance and press a button to alert the nurses to stop.
The vagina and my penis would remain locked in that position for
about 30 seconds, then they would lift her off. When that
happened, I would hear rustling and sense relief below, and maybe
even a whispered, "Good girl!"

I knew that this vagina would be that of a prepubescent girl,
afflicted with a curious disease that affected only girls who had
not yet had their first period. The visible symptom was freckles.
Lots and lots of freckles, and more as time went on without
treatment. On close examination, enlargement and lubrication of
the vagina was another symptom. The hidden and dangerous symptom
was a steady, inexorable rise in blood pressure, unresponsive to
the usual drugs. The entirely effective treatment was an adult
penis firmly lodged in her vagina for a short while. What would
have been a horrifying act of child abuse was now the only
medical treatment for her disorder. Thousands of girls now had
the disease. A man who could treat girls had to be histologically
compatible with her. Men had come forward for the screening, and
I was one of those who was able to give treatments to a class of
girls. Given the treatment regimen, there was no presumption that
the men were pedophiles. Adult magazines triggered the erection
and the recipient went unperceived except by the feel of her
prematurely enlarged vagina.

The procedure over, a nurse would gently remind me that I would
be left undisturbed before shutting the door behind her. This
gave me time to do as I wished; masturbating to orgasm was
obviously what they had in mind. It took no great insight to
recognize that a man's erect penis being engulfed in a vagina
might invite a desire for physical release. The procedure
stipulated that the man was not to move his hips or penis in any
way during the treatment itself, lest such lewd activity
traumatize the girl.

I had found this procedure physically enjoyable, and exciting in
part because the actual act was taboo, despite how it was
obscured by the elaborate procedure. I had masturbated to orgasm
afterward the first half dozen times, but hadn't felt like it
since for some reason.

Sometimes the girls made little comments ("Hello there Mr.
Penis!", "This is so naughty, opening my panty parts like this!",
"It feels kind of like a big poop going in up there!", and
"That's part of of a man? What's he like?", and "It feels kind of
good. Am I a bad girl?") Other times little chatterboxes kept up
a running commentary, shushed ineffectually by the nurses.

The protocol recommended I don noise-deadening headphones as
another way of disguising the pedophilic reality, but I declined
them as I was curious to hear what was going on down there.

This time there had been silence at first, but I heard sniffling
and the hint of a whine. That had happened once before, but the
girl had gone ahead with her treatment as usual.

This time the whining became intense and was interspersed with
crying.

"Hurry up now, dear," whispered a nurse. "You know what to do.
Just like with the model, right honey?" After several more
seconds of alternating silence and whining, the nurse continued,
"Come on, honey, the nice man doesn't have all day."

Then I heard a loud wail, "I don't want to!"

"Shh, shhh!" said a couple nurses. "It's just like the model,
right?"

"No, it's not! There's a man! That's part of his body!" There was
more crying.

The whispers were hushed but urgent. "Really, dear! I know you
don't like it, but you need the treatment. You will get very sick
if you don't have it. Come on, be a good girl. It won't take
long. I've got some candy for you when it's over..." Nothing
seemed to help.

On impulse, I grabbed the screen and slid it aside.

Three pairs of eyes turned to me. The two nurses looked
horrified, but the girl's face melted from pout to  surprised.
She looked to be about five, brown hair and eyes, round face
lovely in spite of the tears. She was wearing a gown that came
not quite halfway down her thighs, undoubtedly so she could
retain some modesty as she squatted to impale herself. Face,
arms, hands, legs -- all were covered with freckles.

Reaching down, I covered up my erect penis.

"Wow, this must be really hard for you," I said, giving voice to
my genuine compassion. "Such a weird, yucky thing to have to do."

I could see in her eyes that she connected with me.

The head nurse said, "Well, this is highly irregular, and we'll
have to abort the procedure. Come along now, dear."

"Oh, just wait a minute!" I said. "What's the big hurry? I'd like
to talk with the girl a little, if she'd like. Would you like to
talk to me a little?"

The girl looked up, met my gaze for a moment, and gave a little
nod.

"Have a seat," I said, patting a space beside my hips.

She immediately sat.

"I can imagine how hard it must be. You feel sick, and they poke
and prod you and do all kinds of tests, including down where it's
private. And then have you sticking things up inside. I bet
that's all pretty gross."

"Really, sir --" began a nurse.

"Yeah!" said the girl. "I hate it! Hate it, hate it!"

"I'm so sorry," I said, daring to place my hand on hers. She
didn't pull away.

Looking at the nurses, I motioned them to stand back, and they
did so after a moment's hesitation.

"Tell me about it."

"My name's Amy," she said quickly. "And it's all really weird. I
got all these freckles, and they took me into the doctors all the
time for tests. And my big brother laughed at me! And they kept
checking me, you know, down there."

"That must have been embarrassing."

"Yeah, lots of poking and everything. And they look at me like
I'm not just sick but a bad girl."

"I'm so sorry, Amy," I said. "I don't think anything like that at
all. I think you're perfect, from the top of your head to the tip
of each toe. Freckles and all."

Her doubtful look gave way to a bright smile, and then without
asking, she flopped beside me on the bed and snuggled up.

The older nurse rose and said, "I'm sorry, but we can't have
that. You shouldn't be talking at all, of course. We have very
strict regulations, and I cannot allow..."

Amy rose with a sigh and let herself be led out of the room. But
she turned once on the way out and looked at me.

I smiled.

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The nurse explained that since I had violated the protocol, my
treatment services would no longer be required. Oh well. So I was
surprised to get a phone call from the same nurse a day later.

"You surely recall Amy? The girl you spoke with? Her parents made
a very unusual request: they want to speak with you, if you're
willing. Now, your anonymity is guaranteed as part of your
participation. They realize this. So this request is totally
outside of the medical protocol. But if you chose to waive your
rights in this one case, you could. As you know, Amy's treatment
has met with complications."

My smile had been growing as I listened to her. "Sure, I'd be
happy to talk with them."

It was only an hour later that I got the call from Amy's mother.

"Hello, Mr. Stockton?"

"Yes, speaking."

"I'm so glad you were willing to give out your name. We're so
worried about Amy. Her blood pressure is rising into the
dangerous zone. She told us about how you pulled the curtain back
and were nice to her. When we talk about going back to try the
treatment again, she gets hysterical. So now the doctors are
suggesting they put her under with anesthesia, even though when
they've tried it with other girls it doesn't work very often."

"Sounds like a really tough situation."

"But she keeps mentioning you, and saying you were nice. So we
wondered if you'd be willing to come over and talk with her. And
maybe she'd be willing to have you treat her, if things go well?
Cut the doctors out of the loop?"

My heart surged with excitement. I pretended to consider a
moment. "Yeah, I'd be willing to do that."

"Oh, wonderful! Let me arrange a time when no one else is home."

"So -- am I supposed to lie on my back with a cloth over me?"

She laughed. "That must be weird. I sort of imagine it working
differently. Ideally, I'd leave it up to Amy, but of course
you're the one who's doing us a big favor. Any way you can stay
inside her for 30 seconds is supposed to do it."

"We'll work something out."

"And I don't know what special measures we would need to make
sure you can, you know, be in the right condition to do it."

"Oh, I think I can handle that part."

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Amy was shy and a little embarrassed to meet me again. I asked if
she'd like me to read to her, and she readily agreed.

After a chapter, she interrupted, eager to show me her various
toys. After a couple minutes, her mother intervened.

"Now, Amy, why don't you go to your room and show Mr. Stockton
some of the toys you have there."

"OK!"

"And not for very long. You remember why he's here, right?"

She sighed and nodded.

"Say it out loud, OK? It's a medical procedure, right? Nothing to
be embarrassed about."

"Yeah," she said.

"Say what's going to happen."

"I've gotta get his thingie" -- she pointed to my crotch -- "in
here," she said, pointing between her legs.

"That's right. Good girl! And you have to do what he says, right?
I'm sure he won't ask you to do anything too weird." She gave me
a significant glance, and I nodded.

Her mother ushered us into Amy's room, which was full of pink and
pastel colors and stuffed animals. I also noticed that the sheets
had been folded back on the bed. Before her mother shut the door
behind us, she whispered to me, "Be nice to my girl, OK?"

"Of course," I said.

And then we were alone.

She held a light blue fish-like fuzzy animal half as big as she
was. "I call this one Frankie. He's my newest one. You see he's a
dolphin, right? But my favorite is Sally, here, see? Or maybe
it's Julia -- I can never make up my mind..."

I let her chat on for a couple minutes. I thought of
interrupting, but I was genuinely interested in her various
stuffed animals and the stories behind them.

We were interrupted by a voice from outside the door.

"Amy? I bet Mr. Stockton's heard enough about your stuffed
animals. It's time you were getting to bed! You can't put it off
forever, right? And Mr. Stockton's so kind as to come help you."

"OK," she said dejectedly.

I said softly, "I'm so sorry."

"It's not fair!" she said.

"Yeah, it sure isn't." I sat on the bed and patted the space
beside me. She bounced up and sat beside me.

"So I gotta take my clothes off?"

"Some of them, anyway. But you know what I thought might be fun?
Pretending to be boyfriend and girlfriend."

"Why?"

"Well, because what we're doing is something boyfriends and
girlfriends do together."

"Why would they do that?"

I needed to back up a bit. Where to start...

"Amy, um, what do you call that hole you're supposed to stick my
thingie in?"

"Vagina."

"Did anyone tell you what it's for? Why you even have one? Or
what a penis is for?"

She shook her head. "What it's for? What would it be for? Boys
have penises and girls have vaginas."

"Well, you know how babies grow in mommies' tummies?"

She nodded.

"And then they come out of her body? You know how they get out?"

She shrugged.

"Well, when women are all grown up, their vaginas get much
bigger, and then the baby comes out of their tummies through the
vagina."

"Oh," she said.

"And do you know how babies are made of part mommy and part
daddy? Do you know how the part of the daddy gets into the
mommy?"

She started slightly, as if she'd made a connection. "Does the...
the penis fall off in there and that's what the baby is?"

With effort I managed not to laugh. "That's a good guess, but
it's not quite right. There's a little bit of goop that comes out
the end of the penis that swims up into the mommy tummy to give
the daddy half of the baby."

"Oh," she said, then making a face said, "Like peeing?"

"It comes out the same place, but it's pretty different. And I
won't be doing that in you."

She nodded.

"Well, men and women really like making babies. And so when a man
sees a grown woman who might want to make a baby with him, then
his penis gets all big and hard like mine was the other day, and
he really wants to put it into her."

"Really?"

"Yes, and what's more, the woman really likes the idea of him
sticking it up in there. Women really like it."

"I'm supposed to like it?" Amy made a face.

"No, not as a girl. Little girls don't like it, they don't even
think about it. They only start liking it when they're big enough
to grow babies."

"Oh."

"And men and women like doing that vagina-gobbles-up-penis thing
so much that they do it even when they're *not* trying to
actually make a baby, and they have special tricks they use to
keep a baby from growing."

"Oh."

"But the reason I got into all this is that when you see men and
women smooching and being all lovey-dovey, it's because they're
thinking about doing that penis-in-vagina thing. Or at least it's
likely to get them in the mood for it. So I wondered if maybe
you'd be happier with doing this thing if we did the smoochy
stuff first?"

"Maybe," she said.

I leaned in to whisper. "Besides, I'd really like to play that
game. Can we do make-believe about that?"

"OK," she said uncertainly. "What do I do?"

"Well, you can lie down on the bed."

"Do I take my pants off so you can get at my vagina?"

"Well, take your pants off, but leave the panties on, OK?"

"Why?"

"You sure ask a lot of questions. It's just the rules, OK?"

She smiled, and quick as a bunny lay back on the bed, undid her
jeans, lifted her hips, and wriggled out of the pants. "See these
panties? They're just white and plain. Usually I wear pink ones
with patterns, but mommy said that wouldn't be right for your
visit, so she made me wear my white ones."

Amy was already in her stocking feet when I arrived, but I had my
shoes and socks to remove, and then pulled my trousers off,
leaving my briefs in place. I gently lay down beside Amy.

She turned to me and made exaggerated smoochy sounds with her
lips.

I tousled her hair and smiled. "Just relax and let me touch you
all different ways, OK?"

She shrugged.

I slowly moved in and nibbled gently on her ear, making her
giggle. I then kissed her cheek, over and over again, then her
forehead. I worked my right hand around behind her upper back,
rubbing gently there before moving to her neck.

With my face right in front of hers, I gently moved in with my
lips to give her a real kiss.

She giggled and pulled back to look at me with a smile.

"Just do gentle little smooches like I do, OK?"

And with that I brought our faces together once more and she
returned my gentle kisses.

I ran my right hand down her back, skipped over her bottom, and
gently traced the top of her left thigh, while I went back to
kissing her. To my surprise, her pelvis wriggled around briefly.
I gently pushed her onto her back and turned myself so I could
keep kissing her.

I then worked my hand up under her T-shirt from the bottom,
sighing at the warm delicious expanse of little girl skin. I
circled my fingers lazily around her nipples.

"You're not supposed to touch my chest, you know. They told us so
in school."

"True," I said, smiling. "But you're not supposed to do anything
with penises and vaginas either."

"Yeah, but you don't need to touch me there to do that."

"It's true, but it's what boyfriends and girlfriends do, and if
you're going to do the one thing, it doesn't matter if you do
this first."

"Mommy!" she suddenly yelled, surprising me.

I heard her mother striding to the door.

"Yes, dear?"

"Mr. Stockton wants to touch my chest, but they said in school we
shouldn't let anyone do that. Is it OK?"

Amy's mother laughed a little. "Oh, no, that's OK, he can touch
you there, that's just fine. You can forget all those rules about
where men can touch you -- for now, with Mr. Stockton."

"Oh, OK," she said. "Mr. Stockton wanted to pretend to be
boyfriend and girlfriend, so I let him. It's kinda fun."

"That's a very nice game for a time like this, dear." After a
long pause, she said, "Anything else?"

"No, mommy."

I'd hoped my little dear would trust me a bit more, but I could
understand.

"Now, let me take your T-shirt off, and I'll take mine off too."

"Cuz that's what grown-ups do?"

"Exactly."

My shirt and T-shirt came off easily enough, and she let me slide
hers up her chest and then sat up briefly and raised her arms so
I could get it off all the way.

As she flopped back down, I began gently kissing her shoulders
and sides and chest. I homed in on her little nipples, then
flicked them with my tongue, making her giggle. Meanwhile, I
caressed her inner thighs with my free right hand, luxuriating in
the smooth, warm flesh of little girl.

She spread her legs apart a little as my hands moved higher.

"I figured you'd get up to my vagina place pretty soon," she said
evenly.

I smiled and moved back up to kiss her on the lips as my fingers
made contact with the panty cloth. I nudged her left thigh out to
the side to get even more room to caress her between the legs.

I began a gentle, rhythmic stroke, from bottom to top along her
centerline, while I kept kissing her.

She wiggled her hips a few times, and after a few minutes she
thrust her hips upward once, then twice, then pretty regularly.

"So what do you think?" I said.

"What?"

"Do you like this game?"

"Yeah, it feels kind of good." She switched to a whisper. "And
very naughty."

She reached between my legs and readily found my straining
erection.

"So, do I get up and squat down on you like I did with the
model?" she asked.

"Well, two lovers would do some more stuff first." With that, I
slid my right hand over her tummy before working my fingers under
the waistband of her panties. I quickly worked my way down to
massage directly the luscious flesh I had been caressing through
the cloth to that point.

"Amy," I said breathlessly. "Can I take your panties off?"

She nodded, but didn't laugh, and lifted her hips long enough for
me to work them down by tugging first at the left hip, then the
right, back and forth. When I had them off, I brought them up to
my nose and sniffed deeply.

She made a face.

"No, Amy, they smell absolutely wonderful. They smell like this
most amazing, beautiful special part of your little body."

"I think I'm ready to do it," she said quietly.

"Good!" I said. "You can do it by standing up and squatting down
if you want, but there's another way boyfriend and girlfriend
would usually do it. You don't have to get up at all. You just
lie down and I'll get on top of you and slide my penis in that
way."

She furrowed her brow, trying to get what I was proposing.

"All you have to do is lie where you are, and let me know if
there's something you don't like."

"OK," she said, nodding. "I kind of didn't want to stand up."

"Good girl," I said with a smile.

I reached down to work my own briefs down and off, leaving both
of us naked except for her pink socks.

I crawled on top of her, my penis resting on her left thigh right
by her opening.

"Now, Amy, what you can do to help is spread your legs apart
wide, so I can get at your vagina more easily. Do you mind?"

She shook her head and smiled.

I worked up into position and aimed my penis right at her
luscious hole. "What I'd love more than anything," I said softly,
"is to push my penis up inside you -- it would make me really,
really happy to get into your wonderful, perfect little vagina
inside your wonderful, perfect little body. So... Can I?"

"Yeah," she said with a smile. "That's the treatment."

And holding her gaze, I increased my pressure, feeling her labia
spread, feeling my tip against her vaginal opening itself, then
feeling it go inside.

She was smiling broadly.

"Can I go in deeper? Go in all the way?"

"Sure!" she said, and lifted her head up to kiss me.

I lowered my head to kiss her too, with little wet slurps and
pecks initiated by both of us, as down below, my organ slowly
worked its way into her, her tissues yielding gracefully.

Before long I felt my tip bump against the deep end of her
vagina, and I stopped my intrusion. This was the therapeutic
position. I counted slowly, but as that magic number 30
approached, I spoke.

"Amy," I said a little urgently. "You've got your treatment now,
but there's something else I'd like to do -- I'd really, *really*
like to do. But it's entirely up to you, OK?"

"What?"

"It's what boyfriends and girlfriends would do. I want to move my
penis in and out, back and forth." I hoped I didn't look *too*
desperate.

"OK."

I began a slow in and out, gradually speeding up into the gentle
rowing motion of lovemaking.

"How does that feel."

"It feels good!"

Whoa. That was an amazing surprise. I kept rowing in and out. Her
face went slack and her lips parted.

"Oh, Amy." I craved release. "Would you mind if I did that little
special pee up inside you? It won't hurt at all, and it's not bad
for you."

"I guess," she said, coming out of her reverie. "Because that's
what a boyfriend would do up inside his girlfriend?"

"Yes! And I'd like to more than anything!"

"OK, then!" she said with a big smile, and gave me a hug. I had
covered her 5-year-old body with mine, exposed its girl secret,
invaded it and made it mine.

"I feel like a big girl, I think," she said. "Like wanting you to
be up there and going in and out."

"Great," I said, and began my frenzied climb to satisfaction and
release.

"Oh, Amy!" I said urgently as I felt the little itch of my
ecstasy about to begin. "Oh, oh, oh, aaaaahhhhhh!", and kept
thrusting wildly, my twitching cock shooting great globs of cum
into her vagina. I gasped, my eyes rolling around and losing
focus.

"Oh, that was so wonderful, Amy! You amazing little girl!"

"You peed up in me?" It didn't sound like an accusation.

"Just a little. The special kind boys make for girls."

Before long my cock was pretty limp, and it kind of slithered
out.

As we lay entwined, Amy wriggled her hips now and then.

"Do you feel like something's missing, kind of?" I asked.

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"Well, I know some things about big girls, and maybe little girls
aren't all that different... Here, you tell me how this feels." I
slid my right hand down to her slick labia and located her little
clitoris. I then began gentle strokes.

"Oh, oh, oh!" she said, looking at me with surprise.

"Just relax and let it feel good." I attended to each little
twitch of her face, each little change in breathing, finding the
right rhythm for this girl. She began thrusting her hips.

Soon I had it, and I felt her pleasure building. Her whimpers and
squeaks got more and more urgent, until she shuddered and cried
out. I kept up my motion, wanting her to feel her first orgasm
fully and deeply, for as long as it would last.

But in well under a minute her sighs stopped and she squirmed in
a different way, letting me know she'd had enough. I withdrew my
hand and her legs slid back together.

As she lay on her back panting I snuggled up beside her, putting
my right leg over both of hers.

She looked at me groggily and said, "I really, really LOVE that
make-believe!" with a smile.

I just held myself against her side, treasuring her warmth and
every aspect of her little-girliness.

Her breathing slowed, became regular, and slowed more. I realized
she was asleep.

I was feeling relaxed myself, and basked in sleepy enjoyment.
Then I heard her mother out in the other room. I'd forgotten for
a moment where I was. In a moment I heard a gentle, "How are
things going in there?"

"Just a minute," I whispered. Extricating myself from Amy, I
quickly began dressing as the girl slept on.

I opened the door and Amy's mother looked at me with a level
gaze. "It sounds like you treated her."

I raised my shoulders and gave a sheepish smile.

Her face dissolved into a big smile and she shook her head.

"I see you took that boyfriend-girlfriend game to its logical
conclusion."

I nodded.

"You got her to have a massive orgasm at the age of five?"

I nodded, smiling.

She shook her head. "I don't think I've ever had that kind of
orgasm in my life." She stopped herself. "Not that I"m suggesting
anything."

I nodded my solemn agreement.

"So, her brother will be dropped off soon. She needs to get up
and be presentable."

"Well, to finish up the boyfriend game, maybe I should help her
get into a presentable state?"

"Yes, that makes sense. But one thing..."

"Yes?"

"Aren't you kind of a pervert to get into it that much?"

"Oh," I said. "Hmmm. I hadn't really thought about it much." I
guessed she was right, most men wouldn't be so delighted to make
love to a little girl like that. "Maybe you could find someone
who wouldn't enjoy it, which I suppose is part of the idea behind
the hospital procedure. But with what we were doing, I couldn't
help noticing she was a little girl, you know."

"Oh, it's OK! Oh, it's wonderful! I'm so glad. Forget I said
anything."

"Good," I said, and we exchanged a long glance. A pedophile was
exactly what her daughter needed.

So I slipped back into the room and sat down beside my little Amy
as she lay on her back, naked except for her pink socks, sex
fluid oozing out between her legs.

"Amy," I whispered. "Amy." I stroked her hair, and she stirred.

"Time to get up, Amy."

She opened her eyes groggily, and at some point remembered where
she was and what had happened.

"We were very naughty, weren't we?" she asked.

"Oh, no, not really. You needed a medical treatment."

"But it wasn't supposed to feel all good and wonderful like that,
was it?"

"Well, it didn't have to, but as long as you had to get
treated..."

As she regained her energy, I helped her dress. I put the same
panties back on, figuring her mother would give her a bath
later., and she'd probably leak some more.

She started bouncing up and down. "I feel so good!"

Soon she was out the door. I followed.

"Mommy, mommy! That was so wonderful! We played at being
boyfriend and girlfriend, and he kissed me everywhere and it
started feeling really good, then he touched me and I just lay on
my back and he stuck his penis up inside my vagina while I lay
there, and I can't believe it felt good, and then really good.
Then he went in and out and back and forth and peed his special
pee up there. Then he asked if I felt like I was missing
something, and then he put his fingers down there and did this
magic stuff and I felt this amazing wonderful crashing thing!"

She alternated smiling at her daughter and giving me mock dirty
looks.

"That's great, Amy," she said. "But let's not tell your dad or
brother about the details, OK? It will be a little secret, just
the three of us."

"Oh."

"You wouldn't want your brother to laugh at you, would you? Or
tell stories."

"No, I guess not."

"Well, goodbye Amy," I said. "So the treatment wasn't so bad
after all?"

"No, it was super-fantastic! Can we do it again?"

"Well, we'll have to discuss that with your parents."

Her mother said, "If you're a good girl, then in a few weeks you
and Mr. Stockton can do it again."

"I'll be good! I promise!"

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As the door shut behind us, Amy turned to me with a mischievous
smile. "I've got a make-believe this time, OK? We did yours last
time."

I paused to look at my little patient. This time she was wearing
a red dress, with bare legs and feet. And all the freckles were
gone! She'd looked fine with them before, but she looked even
better with single-toned skin.

"OK. You seemed to think my make-believe was pretty fun."

"Yeah! But this will be fun too... We'll play
doctor-hospital-penis. You lie down like you did that first time,
and I'll do what I was supposed to do then."

I shrugged. "OK."

Soon I was lying naked on my back on her bed, sheet covering me
below, blanket above shielding my face as well as my upper body
and just my penis sticking out between. Except it wasn't exactly
sticking out.

"Um, what's wrong with it?" Playing my part of a silent
therapeutic aid, I said nothing, so she asked again.

"If I talk then the nurses have to whisk you away and make you
squat down on someone else."

"First tell me."

I uncovered my face. "That's how penises are most of the time.
They only get big and stiff when men think they're going to stick
them up into a vagina."

"But you are. I mean I am. Going to stick it there."

"Yeah, but I've got to kind of feel it, not just know it."

"So what do we do?"

"Well, you could take it gently in your hand and stroke it, kind
of like cuddling it, and say what you're going to do."

"OK."

I covered my face again.

She tentatively touched my floppy organ with her hand. "Hello,
there. You should get big and long because I've got to stuff you
up my vagina. Or sit on you just right so you stick up inside me.
Can you get big and long for me?" The floppy thing in her hand
grew and got less floppy. "Hey, it's starting to work!" She had a
shaft in her hand now, and she worked it back and forth. "When my
vagina comes down to gobble you up, it's going to feel kind of
like this." She did a decent job of imitating a vagina with her
fingers.

Now I was very stiff, and had to concentrate so I didn't thrust
my hips up.

She let go and I heard rustling clothes as she talked to herself.
"Panties off cuz they're in the way and wouldn't let his penis
in... But keep the dress on cuz good girls stay covered up." I
felt her weight as she climbed up onto the bed. She grabbed my
penis, and I felt it press against some warm flesh, but somehow
it wasn't right. She kept shifting around.

"Hey, you, the guy with the penis. Can you help me out here? Can
you hold it so it sticks straight up? I don't have enough hands."

I smiled under my blanket and carefully slid my hand so it stayed
hidden beneath the blanket and sheet, while holding my phallus at
the very base so it stuck straight up. She jockeyed around a
little more, and nudged my penis into a slightly different angle.
I naturally held it in the new position she wanted.

Her voice imitated a nurse. "Now, dear, this is all very private,
and we'd never do this at all unless you had this bad disease, so
it's OK to feel yucky about it. And we never, ever do this with
anyone else or any other time, right? Just line it up like
this... Push the vaginal flaps out to the sides, but gently so it
doesn't hurt... Now squat down... Just like that."

I felt tender hot flesh nuzzling against my glans.

"Down you go... Not too fast... There!"

I felt her tight channel close over me, the hot, slick walls
caressing me. She sank down until my penis tip bumped the end of
her vagina, then stopped. In the hospital procedure, I was
supposed to press the button at this point to signal the nurse to
stop her descent. Instead I used my hand to press my penis to one
side and then the other, making her laugh.

"Unnnnh-unnh. You can't get away. I've got you! You've gotta stay
there until you've made me all better."

But she stayed in position no more than 10 seconds before she
lifted off.

"Ummm," I said from within the blanket, "I don't think that was
long enough to make you healthy."

"It's hard to hold things just right. I got tired."

"Well, we could stop pretending this way, and you could lie back
and let me get up and hold things just right."

"OK." She smiled. "It's hard work putting a penis and vagina
together."

I freed my head from the blanket and looked at her kneeling
beside me, red dress up around her waist.

I scrambled up, and she quickly lay back, legs spread wide, knees
up at her chest before she spread them out to the side with her
hands.

I groaned with excitement, and I'm sure it showed on my face too,
and she instantly brought her legs together.

"You naughty man! You're not supposed to look at me like that.
You're just supposed to stick your penis up my vagina until I
feel better."

"Oh, OK," I said, assuming a neutral expression shaded towards
the dour.

She smiled and opened up again. I lined up my penis and slowly
slid it into the delicious, welcoming tunnel until I was in to
the hilt, then I held my position.

She matched my dour expression with a frown and we looked at each
other.

"It's kind of boring," she said.

"Hmmm, maybe this will make the time go more quickly," I said,
and reached down to finger the flesh right on the tummy side of
where my shaft burrowed into her. I began rhythmic fluttering
motions.

She broke into a big smile and closed her eyes.

"You naughty girl! You're not supposed to like this. You're just
getting medicine, right?"

That made her laugh out loud.

I continued the rhythmic flutter over her sensitive part, and
counted silently to 30. With eyes closed and a sort of vacant
smile, she occasionally twitched and shivered, and I kept
counting to 60.

"I think you've got your medicine now," I said, slowing my hand
motion.

"No, wait! Just a little more! I need some more!"

I smiled and kept fluttering. It was hard not to move my penis
inside her, but I managed to stay still. I studied every detail
of her little girl face as the clitoral stimulation got her more
and more excited. Sensing the moment, I fluttered faster than
ever, leading her to gulp and squeak. My penis felt remarkably
strong squeezes from her vaginal tube as her orgasm washed over
her.

"OK," she said after several seconds, regaining her frown. "Now
the treatment's done. You may take it out of me."

"But... but, I don't want to!" I said, abandoning my dour
expression.

I began a tentative in and out motion, and after remaining still
so long, I felt exquisite pleasure as her wet vagina slid against
my penis.

"Why, you naughty man!" she said. "You were doing your medical
job, and now it's done, you're supposed to leave my tender
privates alone. Only a bad man wants to touch or poke into a
little girl's privates!"

"You made me stay in you before with my hands doing those naughty
things you like."

"Yeah, but that was different. I'm just a little girl, and I
couldn't help myself. And now I know I was wrong." She wore a
very impish smile.

I echoed her smile and began a vigorous intra-vaginal thrusting
pattern, strokes strong and deep, grunting.

"You're not gonna go peepee again, are you?" she said, with mock
severity. "That's disgusting."

"Oh, honey, I'm afraid I am. I'm such a bad man."

"Not even toilet trained!"

"Will you be my little toilet, just this once?"

She said "OK," laughed, then said, "It feels so, so good!"

I gave my body free reign then, to dominate, penetrate, thrust
with ever-greater urgency into her hot, slick depths, pleasure
tingling throughout my body to my every finger and toe. I found
her hands and interlaced our fingers. And in a flurry of urgent
strokes, my orgasm enveloped me and I squirted and dribbled and
filled her little girly toilet with gobs and gobs of sticky cum.

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I woke to the dawn light and realized I was in heaven once more.
Amy lay beside me in my own bed. Her mother had explained that
Amy's father didn't want to think about what I was doing to his
daughter, so she came to my place for her treatments. Then Amy
asked if she could sleep over, and that was fine with everyone.
It became a pattern.

Most girls get a treatment every month. There is no benefit to
treatments more frequently than every other week. But Amy gets to
sleep over every single Friday as long as she's a good girl. And
she has been a very good little girl.

Amy had woken up before me and lay on her side, naked, looking at
me.

My cock started growing as I looked her up and down. Oh well, it
couldn't be helped. Amy was used to my erections.

But this time she smiled and leaned down to address my organ.
"Hi, penis. Mr. Stockton said you get big when you want to go get
into a vagina. Would you like to do that? I have a vagina right
here." She pointed.

"Or should we get kissy, like girlfriend and boyfriend?" To my
astonishment, she gave my penis a wet slurpy kiss.

When I gasped, she pulled off. "What?"

"That's nice," I said. "If you really wanted to, there's another
make-believe we could do -- no, I shouldn't."

"What?"

"It's really not fair to you -- just forget it."

"No, tell me what it is!"

"Well, OK. A fun make-believe would be if you pretended your
mouth was a vagina."

"Oh. Like this?" She engulfed an inch of my penis and rode up and
down.

I groaned and gasped so much she pulled off again, laughing. "You
really like that make believe!"

I nodded dumbly, and she went back to work, playing make-believe
vagina with her mouth. At one point she twitched with her tongue,
and judging I liked it from my gasp, she did it again.

"Oh, Amy! That's fantastic! But wait -- stop, stop!"

She pulled off and looked at me.

"We don't want to pretend your mouth is a toilet, though. I
wouldn't like that."

"Yeah, that might be weird."

"But, can I ... you know, finish off and leave it in your real
vagina?"

"Of course, silly!"

She lay back and exposed her girl sex for the taking. I guided us
together and lunged in hungrily. Within seconds I felt my orgasm
beginning.

"Oh, Amy, Amy, Amy, Amy, Amy, ahhhh, urrrrggggghhhh!" I choked
out.

I turned on my side and hugged her to me. For some reason, my
penis stayed hard for a good long while. When it finally
softened, we slid apart.

"There's another make-believe we can do some time," I said.

"What?"

"The other way around."

"Huh? Oh, you pretend your mouth is a penis? It doesn't make
sense."

I stuck out my tongue and wiggled it around.

"Oh!" she said. "You shove it in and out?" She mimed the motion.

"I could," I said. "But it works even better if I use my tongue
where I've been using my fingers."

"Oh," she said. Then with a smile, "Oh!" She looked at me. "Next
week?"

I nodded. Something new to look forward to. I bet we'll find lots
of things to do. Because when the treatment's done, I'm a naughty
man and she's a naughty girl.

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