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. I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at /files/Authors/Sterling/ For an index see /files/Authors/Sterling/A%20%20SUBJECT%20INDE X.txt You are welcome to copy this story if you include the entire text unchanged, including this notice. If you tell me where you have re-posted it, I can enjoy knowing it is appreciated and perhaps enjoy the feedback the story gets where you re-post it. Sterling And now, our feature presentation. Enjoy! ============================================================ 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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." --------------------------------------------------------- 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!" --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. ============================================================ What did you think? I'm always eager for comments, whether positive, negative or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com.