Author: Sterling
Title: Stuffing Eager Little Cunnies
Summary: A new disease has a happy cure: as long as an affected
little girl gets a regular deep intrusion from a long, hard
penis, she is very happy indeed.
Keywords: Mg Mgg cons het pedo lolita group humor ws oral

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 8/11/2012.

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Stuffing Eager Little Cunnies

Dr. Young distinctly remembered when he first read about the new
syndrome that was affecting little girls. He remembered his cock
growing very hard in his pants as he got to the end of the
article.

Society cried out in horror and disbelief at this new syndrome,
and it made a lot of pediatricians very uncomfortable. Dr. Young
didn't trouble himself with such abstractions. His sweet little
patients were his primary concern, and he was a doctor who could
not only diagnose the condition, but offer treatment as well.

He smiled and took a deep breath as he prepared to meet his next
young girl.

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"So, hello there Jenny, what's the problem?" asked Dr. Young.

"Nothing," said the sullen little girl.

Her mother spoke instead, though she wouldn't hold eye contact
and turned pink. "She's five, and she ought to know better. But
more and more she stares at her father's crotch, and sometimes
pats it. And he reports that when he was supervising her bath,
she stared at it and had her hand down under the water playing
with herself."

"Hmmmm," said Dr. Young. "Jenny, has anyone touched you where
they shouldn't, down between your legs."

"No," she said simply, holding the doctor's gaze.

He knew that girls who did that had nothing to hide. That ruled
out sexual abuse, the only other common condition that gave rise
to symptoms anything like these.

"The next step here is a physical examination. I see you've had
an exam with your regular pediatrician, who referred you to me,
so I can skip to the part that interests me. Can you hop up there
on the table... Good. Now lift your dress up." He turned to the
mother. "I have to examine her private parts, I'm afraid."

"Do you mind, sweetie?" asked her mother, looking very
uncomfortable.

"Um, no!" said the girl, with an intent look. She lifted her butt
to pull her panties down to her ankles, then spread her legs
wide.

Dr. Young suppressed a smile. That wide leg spread was a sign. He
peered at her lovely, cute little labia. They looked a little
larger than usual, but the secret lay within. "I'm going to open
up your little lips down here to get a better look, OK?"

"OK!" said the girl with a smile.

"Really, do you have to?" the mother asked uneasily.

"Yes, it's important to the diagnosis."

He gently spread the little lips, and saw what he was looking
for. The area was much bigger than on an ordinary little girl.
Her clit stood out prominently, and her vaginal opening was
clear.

"Take a look here, Mrs. Smith," he said. "Does this look unusual
to you?" he said.

"Um, no, not really," answered the mother.

"Well, her sex organs are more developed than is usual for a girl
her age."

"Oh," said the mother. "I guess I don't remember what I looked
like at that age."

"Oh, completely understandable." He smiled and turned back to
Jenny.

"Jenny, would you like to see my penis?" He pointed to his
crotch.

"Doctor!" said her mother.

"It's part of the diagnosis," he said. "Only if she wants. Do you
want to?"

The girl sat up, beaming and excited, but casting worried glances
at her mother. "Um," she said.

Doctor Young knew about guilt. "Well, let's put it this way:
would you like to, if your mother said it was OK?"

The girl nodded emphatically, her eyes so bright that Dr. Young
knew his diagnosis was correct.

His penis was starting to swell already. He pulled down his
trousers and briefs to reveal the semi-erect organ.

Her mother squirmed. Jenny gasped, but her look was pure
interest, not revulsion.

"You want to touch it?" he asked.

The girl's mother stood, mouth agape.

Jenny nodded and reached forward. As her small hand made contact
with his organ, Dr. Young felt a strong shudder of sexual
excitement, blood pumping into his cock strongly.

Addressing the mother, he said, "Jenny's syndrome is fairly rare,
but it is well understood. For reasons we don't understand well,
her interest in sex has bloomed quite early." Turning to the girl
with her cunny showing, he said, "Do you like playing with my
penis, Jenny?" he asked.

The girl nodded and spread her legs once more.

"See?" said the doctor to the mother, pointing to the place
between her legs. "To use a technical term, she's horny. See her
genitals now?" The lips were swollen, and a few drops of moisture
could be seen between her lips. "Jenny, would you like me to
touch you down between your legs again?"

The girl's mother put her hands on her hips and opened her mouth
to speak, but the girl nodded with such enthusiasm that she
remained silent.

The doctor slid his hand between the silky-smooth little legs and
began a gentle, rhythmic stroking. Jenny's hand lingered on the
doctor's fully erect cock and her face went slack.

"You like that, don't you, Jenny?"

The girl nodded without opening her eyes.

"So," said her mother. "What can we do about this disgusting
disease?"

At that Jenny withdrew her hand and closed her legs, looking at
her mother, her lip starting to quiver.

The doctor of course withdrew his hand. "Well, the first thing to
do is recognize that this beautiful young girl is wonderful just
the way she is. It's not really helpful to tell her she is
disgusting or has a disease."

"Oh," said the mother, off balance.

"The treatment is really very simple."

"Oh, good. A treatment," said her mother, sighing with relief.

"All you need to do is let her fulfill her sexual desires, and
she will grow up happy and healthy."

"What?!" said her mother.

"It's true -- I'm 100% certain." He turned to the girl. "Your
mommy means well, she was taught that girls shouldn't think about
sex at all. Most girls don't want to, but you're special." He
tousled her hair briefly, and she smiled uncertainly at him. His
cock was still standing at full attention, bulging.

"Our experience is that once the condition is diagnosed, it's
good if she can be treated right away."

"Oh," said her mother, shifting uneasily from foot to foot.
"Well, what do you have in mind?"

"I have in mind going into the bedroom behind this door and
seeing how far she'd be interested in going in fulfilling her
desires," he said, pulling up his trousers and briefs, opening
the door and showing her the way.

"But..." began the mother.

Dr. Young fixed her with a stern glare.

"Follow us," he said to Jenny. "Pull your panties up -- just for
now," he said and winked at her.

It was a warm room, both in temperature and ambiance, and a
king-size bed dominated it.

"What would you think if I took that dress off you so I can touch
you all over?" he said.

Jenny looked at her mother uncertainly.

Turning to the mother, the doctor said, "Would you tell Jenny
that she is free to touch and get touched any way she wants?"

"Oh... OK. That's right, Jenny."

"Say it yourself," said the doctor.

"It's... it's OK to play around with your body and let the doctor
play with it... *provided* it's what you really want to do."

"So, Jenny," said the doctor. "Can I take that dress off?"

Jenny nodded eagerly, and the doctor slowly, sensuously raised it
over her head. She lifted her arms to help him get it off,
leaving her in nothing but her panties -- and socks and shoes.

"So now I'll take off all my clothes too."

"Jenny, are you sure?" complained the mother.

Jenny's answer was to pull her panties off, fling them across the
room, and lie back with her legs spread wide.

"However much sexual activity Jenny feels like engaging in, it's
good if she can feel good about it and enjoy its full sensuality,
not feel it's something to be ashamed of. And I'd urge you to
keep an open mind and not judge your daughter for what she
feels," he admonished gently. "Have a seat," he said, indicating
a chair. He hoped that would shut the bitch up.

By then Dr. Young had stripped as well. Jenny got up long enough
for him to pull back the sheets, then he lay down and she lay
beside him. "Now, Jenny, you be sure to say whenever something
happens you don't like, OK?"

The girl gave a nod as the doctor's hands moved lightly all over
her back and arms.

"You mind if I kiss you?" he asked. What the girl really needed,
he knew, was a big cock jammed up her pussy, but he liked the
kissing part. She didn't really know how to kiss, but she giggled
after their lips slid over each other sensuously for a few
seconds.

He slid his hand down between her legs once more, and she eagerly
spread them to give him access to her hot, wet place.

"Now, you let me know if anything hurts," he said. He spread her
little lips with two fingers and explored her vaginal opening
with the middle one. As usual, there was no obstruction. She
gasped as his finger slid inside. Like all girls with her
disease, her pussy was slick and deep. She was as hot as any
young woman in the middle of the month.

"Feels nice, doesn't it?" he asked, and she shook her head
energetically.

He turned over on top of the girl, his weight on her lower parts.
"You like this?"

She smiled.

"Now something bigger for your cute little vagina," he said, and
worked the knob of his stiff doctorly cock into position. Man, he
loved this job!

Instinctively the girl reached down and held her lips open,
making him smile. He aimed his cock and pressed slowly.

"Oh!" she said. "Oh, oh, oh!" grinning widely.

"I bet that's just what you've been wanting, isn't it?" He smiled
at her.

She grinned eagerly.

Her ready pussy spread to enfold his girth, and he surged himself
inside her, inch by inch.

"Oh, ah!" she moaned plaintively when their pubic bones hit.

He lifted himself up to look down at this gorgeous, horny
5-year-old. What she needed now was a good, strong fucking, and
at this point no medical training was needed.

He humped and pushed, more and more urgently. He saw the mother
looking on, transfixed. He realized a little guiltily that one
twist he loved to the job was having the mother watch as he
deflowered each little patient.

She was pinned down, spread wide open, and accepting his fucking
with great enthusiasm.

And as he jammed his medically trained cock into her slick,
little pussy, he reveled in how he was fucking a cute little girl
to the hilt, tighter and deeper with every stroke, working up to
a joint climax. She was almost there...

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, AAAARRRRRRGGGGGG!" screamed little Jenny.

Dr. Young pumped into the gorgeous thing, his entire being aflame
with desire. "Unnnh, unnnh unnnh," he growled in guttural tones.
"A large injection of intravaginal semen... is very good for
her... it's part of the treatment plan," he muttered to the
mother as he reamed her little girl. At the moment he didn't
personally give a damn about what was good for the girl; he just
wanted to plaster her young innards with sperm.

He jammed in and out of her pussy so hard he was pushing her up
on the bed, but she was rapidly approaching another bout of
ecstasy.

"Unnnh, unnnh, unnnnh," he said. "Oh, Jenny, Jenny, Jenny!" he
moaned with urgency as his cock swelled.

"Feels so, *so* nice!" she squeaked.

The doctor was seized with ecstasy, and his cock began to spit
its gobs of cum into the little girl's pussy. Time stretched as
he relished his ecstasy. Gradually he slowed down as his
ejaculation subsided to dribbles. When he was fully satisfied, he
slid out of the girl and lay on his side beside her.

"How was that?" he asked.

"Great!" said the little girl, who turned to hug him, smiling and
wriggling. "Did you see that, mommy? He stuck his big weewee up
into my hot little itchy place and stuck it in and out hard, and
I got wavy, dizzy happy!"

"That was her first treatment," said Dr. Young, focusing on the
mother. "At no extra charge. If she's interested in more
treatments, I am willing to provide them for a nominal fee."

The mother sat, stunned.

"But you may want to arrange for something else. Girls need it a
couple times a week, and occasionally more than one treatment a
day is called for to relieve symptoms totally. I can give you
references to a few practices of men who provide services." He
didn't call them "pedophiles", but that's what they were. "Some
even make home visits."

He looked at the clock on the bedside table. "But now I must
prepare for my next appointment."

Turning back to his delighted young conquest, he said, "Here,
let's clean you up so you don't leak on your panties too badly,"
getting some tissues to sop up the worst of the girl's own juices
and his milky semen that was starting to leak out of her.

Once the girl was dressed, she said to her mommy, "That was so
great, mommy! That's what I want. That's what I want daddy to do
too!"

"Um, what about her father?"

"Oh, yes, that's really up to the three of you. Jenny, not all
men like to have sex with little girls like you. I say they don't
know what they're missing. Also, sometimes daddies have a special
thing where they love their daughters very much but don't want to
stick their penises into their little vaginas."

"Oh, OK," said Jenny.

"You're got a wonderful, healthy little daughter here," he said
to the mother, looking at Jenny. "Just make sure she gets all the
sex she wants, and everything will work out fine."

Once the door had closed behind the pair, Dr. Young smiled and
rubbed his hands together.

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"Mommy, I want it again."

Jenny's mother looked at her and sighed. Her father had been
revolted by the prospect of fucking his own daughter. At one
level, Jenny's mother was pleased, and it had strengthened her
marriage.

Despite the doctor's promise, it seemed that the groups of men
who provided treatment were swamped; the disease was spreading
fast. It had been three days since Jenny's last fucking.

"I'm sorry, honey, but I don't know what to do. I just don't have
anyone to call."

"But I'm itchy and hungry down in my pussy," she said.

"I know dear, I understand." She didn't really, but she was
trying.

"Can I go out and try to find a man to do it to me?"

"No, you may not!" she said. While Jenny would be looking for the
very sort of 'abuse' that was previously every parent's fear,
there were other dangers -- men who would hurt her in other ways.
To herself, she wondered what the neighbors would think if her
little girl propositioned them.

But Jenny had other ideas. She had always been a good little
girl, but now her hormones had their own imperatives. She snuck
out the back when her mother was busy with other things.

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"Hey, mister, I gotta question for you."

"Yes?"

"Bend down so I can whisper it."

The man bent his head lower.

"Can you go over behind those bushes and play with me?"

He straightened up. "Umm... I don't know as your parents would
like that, do you?"

"They wouldn't mind," she lied, or sort of lied. Her mommy knew
she needed to get a penis poked up into her body pretty soon, she
just didn't want anything bad happening. But she could tell this
man wouldn't do anything bad to her.

"Oh, really? What sort of game did you have in mind?"

The girl looked down shyly.

"It's a kind of a naughty game... But lots of men really like it
a lot! And I *love* it!"

"No, young lady, I think that is quite out of the question!" He
turned to walk away.

"Aw, please? Listen, listen... just let me say a little more,
OK?"

The man stopped and crossed his arms, looking down at her.

Families of girls with this new disease quickly got creative in
finding ways to get men to loosen their obsolete morals -- and
their trousers -- enough to give the girls what they needed.
Naughty talk was part of it, and Jenny had learned a lot of it
from the web.

"Up under my dress here, I'm wearing a clean pair of panties, and
inside the panties I have some girly parts. And my girly parts
really don't like to be lonely for too long at a time -- my
doctor said so! I love it when a man pays attention to me -- I
love attention all over my body, kisses and hugs everywhere. And
I'll kiss and hug you back -- I want to! Aren't I cute?" She gave
her most winning smile.

The man couldn't suppress a small smile in return.

"See, I saw that! Wouldn't you like to touch my cutiness all
over? I'll giggle and kiss your ear and touch you all over. And
you can touch me anywhere. My skin is smooth and soft. You can
kiss me -- even poke your tongue around in my mouth. My breath is
really sweet, and the rest of me too. Wouldn't it be kind of fun
and naughty to rub my chest -- maybe stick your hand down the
front of my dress so you can feel the soft skin? Feel my little
tiny nipples that everyone says it would be so naughty to touch?"

The man looked away from her.

"But the best part is up under my dress, right between my legs,
where the panties are. You know boys and girls are different up
there, right? Did you know that?"

"Yes," said the man softly. "I did know that."

"Well, you've probably played around with women up there, but
little girls are different. For one thing, there's no hair or
scratchy skin -- it's all perfectly smooth. And our legs and hips
are small and cute. You wanna see now?" She began to raise her
dress.

"No!" said the man urgently, raising his hands into a double
'Stop' motion and looking both ways down the sidewalk.

"Well, OK," said the girl, holding the hem of her dress just low
enough that her panties were just barely covered, smiling
impishly.

"I love what men have in their underpants. And -- hey, yours is
getting hard. I can see the lump! See, you kinda like the idea,
right? Just come on over behind those bushes."

"No, young lady, that is out of the question! I must be going
now."

"Aw, please, mister?" said the girl. She lunged at the man as he
turned aside and wrapped her hands around his hips, plastering
her body against his leg. "Feel my little girly crotch against
your leg? Nice and warm, isn't it? You could feel it, you know...
It would be so nice to get your things off so I could see that
big, stiff thingie. I'd lick it if you want, you know. I'm pretty
good at that. I'll lick it and gaze up into your eyes. And if you
really want, you can squirt the stuff into my mouth, and I'll
swallow it. I love the stuff! But I'd rather you poke it up into
my panties. I've got a little slit up inside, and inside it
there's a sweet little hole. It's little but it stretches out
really big so big man thingies can slide in really far. And it
feels all really tickly good when they do! And I do my part, too,
you know. I get wet. I get wet and goopy and slippery down there.
I'm already pretty wet just talking to you like this and seeing
that bulge in your pants."

"You are certainly exasperating, you impudent little thing!"

"I'm not impu-whatever, I'm just energetic. Pro-active. I go out
and get what I need." She undulated her crotch rhythmically
against the man's leg. The web said this next move wasn't all
that safe, but she was desperate. "Are you a scaredy cat?"

Something in the man snapped when she said that. "You come with
me, young lady!" he said. "I'll show you some manners!" And with
that he pushed the girl roughly off his leg but caught her wrist.
He marched over the little ditch beside the road, yanking her by
the hand up the bank beyond. She stumbled after him until they
were behind the bushes, where there was a big tree with tall
grass growing all around its base. He sat heavily on the ground
and threw Jenny across his lap and wrestled her down until her
upturned bottom was across his lap. He then raised her hand and
smacked down onto her little rear end through her dress.

"Ow!"

"You are a very rude young girl!" he said. He raised his hand and
struck her, over and over.

"Ow!" she said. "That's pretty hard!"

"That's the idea, young lady!" Even as his flat hand slapped
against her rear end, the little girl was humping against him.

"Wait, wait, I'll make a deal!" she said. "Wouldn't it teach me a
lesson better if you just raped me? Given how naughty I am?" She
paused. "Or maybe you're a girly man? Can't do it?" She stuck her
tongue out at him.

The man glared at her.

"Look, if nothing else, your peeny-weeny is all cramped in
there," she said. She worked quickly on his belt and the top
button of his dress pants. "Give me a better angle..."

Instinctively he shifted so she could undo his zipper.

"Hips up... It's awfully cramped, isn't it?" she said.

She was right, and he lifted his hips so she could pull his pants
and briefs halfway down his thighs. As his cock sprang free, she
said, "There, isn't that better?" It was, and as her hands
lightly played over it, the blood surged to make it fully erect.

She looked at him solemnly. "You know where to stick that to
punish me properly and teach me a lesson? To teach me not to fool
with big men like you?"

Something in the man snapped. "Yes, I do!" he said. "You are
going to be a very sore little girl when I'm through with you!"

With a determined expression, he rose to his knees and pushed the
girl roughly onto her back. She looked scared, but also strangely
bright-eyed. He barked out commands.

"Pull the dress up... Panties down... Spread your legs..."

Silently she did each thing. Then he lowered himself onto her,
his stiff cock twitching. He aimed it at her private place. Now
she'd find out how it felt when a big cock ripped her little
pussy apart -- it would serve her right!

He aimed his big knob right between her lips. He pressed a
little, then braced himself for a huge hard thrust. But when he
pushed, her lips gave way softly, and he plunged an inch into her
body. She was very tight, but she was wet and hot. He shifted
himself up and plunged in another inch, and another. His cock
kept disappearing up inside her body -- until it was all inside,
and their pubic bones bumped together!

Her face was scrunched up and her eyes shut, her hands out to the
sides and elbows bent in a position of surrender.

Very well, he would finish the lesson. This called for a good,
sound fucking, so he raised himself up to get the best leverage
to punch in and out of her with fast, deep strokes. As he pounded
away, he realized it felt awfully good. For all her impudence and
tiny size, it was exciting to see her little girl's body exposed
to his rude invasion of her most intimate part. Her pussy was
tight but also hot, slick, and just a little bit grainy. Then she
moaned and he felt her hot pussy squeezing him in gentle rhythmic
contractions. Lust surged through him as he rammed his organ deep
with even greater force, his cock swelling that impossible little
bit before the dam broke. Ecstasy overwhelmed his brain as he
felt his cock twitch and spurt with such force it stung a little.
His first shot of manly sperm surged deep into her impudent
little body hard enough to spank her little cervix. His cock
twitched and spurted over and over again as he kept plunging in
and out of her. The ecstasy went on and on until his cock was
just twitching with nothing coming out. Then he pulled out and
collapsed on his back, chest heaving.

His lust satisfied, he realized that he had just raped a tiny
girl! What had come over him? He felt terrible, guilt washing
over him like a flood, and now he waited for the sound of
sobbing. She had goaded him, but he was still the adult, and he
had taken advantage of her.

Instead of sobbing, he felt the small form turn to mold against
his side, arm across his chest, leg across his crotch, soft hair
against his cheek, sweet breath in his ear.

When he turned to her, she looked at him with a dreamy smile.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she said.

He was puzzled, but too tired and happy to think too much. And
besides -- he'd actually done just what she had been asking him
to. He hadn't believed her, but she seemed to love it.

"That's... that's really just what you wanted?"

"Yes!" she said. "Yes, yes!" She rubbed noses with him. "I can
feel you dumped a ton of sperm up into me, and it feels *really*
good! You wanna play with my body some other naughty way until
you get hard again so we can do it again?"

"No, no, I don't think so," he said, feeling utterly spent.

"Well, OK," she said, pulling her panties up and smoothing down
her dress. "But here's my card... My daddy helped me print a
bunch. Send me an email or call or something and we can do it
again, OK?"

He felt her slip it into his pants pocket and pat it, kiss him on
the cheek and get up. She scampered out to the road and skipped
along.

He went through the rest of his day in a sort of daze, not quite
believing that such a strange thing had happened. He forgot about
the card, but found it that night when he took his trousers off.
A little blood surged into his cock as he read: "Jenny -- Little
Girl With a Very Hungry Pussy -- Always Ready For More!"

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Jenny's mother was angry that she had disobeyed her, and
flabbergasted that she had managed to use all those questionable
techniques from the web to land a man. But she had to admit it
had worked.

Mr. Alan Jones was profoundly affected by his experience with
little Jenny. He immediately researched her condition after he
found her card, and found out it was real, and the number of
cases was growing. It awakened in him a strong desire that had
been sleeping for a very long time.

He visited Jenny a couple times a week. Usually he screwed the
little girl to delirium before supper with the family and then
did it to her again afterward.

But Mr. Jones had three daughters of his own. When his oldest
Anne started coming on to him, his wife took her to see their
pediatrician. But when Dr. Akmajian referred them to Dr. Young,
Mr. Jones stepped in. Diagnosing the condition didn't really take
a medical degree. He felt just a tinge of guilt as he took his
daughter's virginity. But she now worshiped him. It sort of made
sense. She had been feeling yucky for weeks. Her daddy had done
what she needed, and not only had she experienced the ecstasy of
sex, but she felt all better -- better than ever, in fact.

Anne twitched in ecstasy as he pumped her little pussy full of
sperm every couple days. Then the middle girl Kathy caught it,
and he satisfied her too without even bothering with a trip to
Dr. Akmajian. He was screwing both of them, alternating days. He
still found time for little Jenny, too, though she had found
another man to keep her little pussy happy. The subject of sex
had for some time been a sore point between husband and wife, and
she just seemed relieved that he didn't ask her for it any more.

Sara was his youngest. Would this tragic disease strike her too?

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"Haha!" said the familiar voice Alan loved so much. Warm wet
liquid soaked through his underwear. "I peed on your underpants!"

He opened his eyes to see her squatting above him, knees spread
wide, luscious little girly twat a little bit open, the last few
dribbles of golden liquid falling from between them onto his
soaked underpants.

"Anne said I should do something naughty to you, but she never
thought I'd do something *this* naughty!"

He brushed aside his momentary annoyance as he thought of what
Anne must have meant. "Well good morning, little Sara!" he said.

"Hahaha! I peed on you!"

"Yeah, I saw. How are you and your little body doing this
morning?"

"It's fine. I had to pee so I peed on you, and your underpants
are all wet! Haha!"

"Yes, you were very naughty," he said sweetly.

"You're not mad?"

"Not really, because this is just the beginning."

"Oh," she said, seemingly ignoring his last comment. "Hey, now
your thingie's bulging bigger inside those wet pants! Is it
because I peed on it?"

"No, honey."

"Then why?"

He whispered, "It's because your gorgeous little girly cunt is
right over me."

"What's a girly cunt?" Apparently her big sisters had shared less
of their new-found knowledge with her than he would have thought.

"It's the stuff you have between your legs that I don't have."

"But I don't have anything, I'm just missing a thingie."

"Oh no, naughty Sara, that's not it. You have those little flaps,
right?"

"Yeah, where the pee comes out."

"There's more in there than that. Let me show you."

"Oh," she said, suddenly a little shy or perhaps protective of
her own parts. "I don't know..."

"Now, naughty little Sara, if you're going to pee on my private
parts, I have the right to play with yours a little, don't you
think; share good things?"

"OK, I guess so." After a pause. "You want to play with my peepee
parts? Why would you want to do that? You know, I am a little
itchy there."

"I just do. First let me show you my peepee parts." He ditched
his underpants, his large and erect cock jumping into view.

"Oh, wow!" said Sara. "It really is big!"

He dried himself with the top sheet before tossing it aside. Then
he harvested a little precum from the tip of his stiff shaft,
then deftly opened her little parts with his other hand as she
squatted above him.

"What are you doing!" she said, starting to get up. "That's
gross!"

"Was it gross for you to pee all over me?"

"It was naughty, but it was fun!"

"My turn!" he said in a singsong voice. "My turn to do gross and
naughty stuff."

"Maybe," she allowed warily.

"Squat down again."

"OK," she said with a sigh, once more presenting the luscious
stuff between her legs to his caress.

She wasn't reacting at all the way her big sisters had, but he
thought he understood. They had both been uncomfortable for a
long time before he got to them. He was going to catch Sara
before she had to get uncomfortable. Anne was smart.

His wet fingertip moved between her legs as he pulled her labia
gently apart with his other hand.

Then he patted his finger gently right at her clit, pressing it
in a slow rhythm.

"Daddy!" she said, giggling.

"Sh, sh," he said. "Just relax."

The girl sat there looking at him, then got a kind of dreamy
expression. "Oh! Oh, hmmm." After another minute, "Daddy! Mmmm!
What are you doing down there?"

"I've got my big wet finger kissing your happy button, and you're
getting happier, right?"

"Oh, yeah... daddy, ooooo, mmmmmmm! I like it! Mmmmmm."

He slowed and stopped. It was good she was excited, but he had
bigger plans.

"Huh? Why'd you stop?"

"I can feel good too, and for you to feel more goody-goodies, I
want to feel some too."

"But *I* want to feel good!"

"You peed on me, don't you think you owe me a little something?"

"No!"

"You bad girl!" he said with a grin, pulling her forward onto him
and giving her upturned butt a few quick spanks.

"I'm sorry," she said, smiling herself, then sighed. She looked
at him.

"You love your daddy, right?"

"Course I do."

"You want to make me happy, right?"

"Sure? What do I do?"

"Well, it's your privates again. There's not just a button there,
there's also this hole." He went digging gently in her wetness.

"Huh?" She was surprised to feel his finger sliding up inside
her.

"That lovely little hole is called a cunt. I really, really want
to stick my thingie up inside it -- if you're like your big
sisters, you're now very stretchy there and I can poke it in no
problem." He could feel that she was engorged with the condition
that all three of his daughters now had.

"Really?"

"Really, and then you'll feel happier and happier..." She would
need very little help to discover her own wild and soupy
sexuality.

So he turned her over onto a dry spot and pulled himself up over
her. She'd peed on him, but his pulsing manhood needed a
different kind of wet that his little girl also produced. She
produced a lot of it when her daddy fondled her clitty-poo.

His baby girl was totally naked and legs spread for the first
time for male attention, and of course it was him, her daddy. For
now, she was all his!

"You're gonna stick it up my peepee?" she asked, big blue eyes
wide and unbelieving."It's gonna hurt a lot!"

"Just wait. You'll feel full, but it won't hurt."

His tip kissed against her little lips and he pressed. The lips
dented in and molded around him. Her fluids were copious and she
stretched nicely. With the next thrust her pussy gave way and
hugged his tip with hot wetness.

"Oh, daddy! Daddy!" she giggled. "How can you do that without it
hurting?"

"Magic, eh?" he said as his cock slid slowly into position. In an
inch, out a half inch, over and over. More and more of his shaft
was bathed in her wet welcome. Then he was in all the way. "Now's
more magic" he said, and began a slow fuck. Out and in, out and
in.

Her female nature responded to the rhythm. "Daddy, it feels
really good."

He slid in and out, faster and faster, with long and strong
strokes.

"Mmmm, it feels good... so good... better than with your finger.
Oh, Daddy, is the good feeling safe? It feels kind of dangerous
good. Every poke feels so good!"

"It's very safe, honey, just enjoy it."

After a few more strokes she gasped and gulped for air, then
followed up with, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, OH, OH!" Young as she was, her
cunt tube squeezed him. She twitched and flopped.

"Oh, daddy... daddy... That was amazing. Wow."

"You wanna help daddy feel like that?"

"Uh-huh. What do I have to do?"

"Nothing, honey, just lie there and keep letting me poke in and
out. I'll do it all. Or, you could smile and tell me how good it
feels."

"Sure, daddy, it feels good, I love you, daddy."

"You like my thingie up in you!"

"Yes, yes, yes! I love it! I'm so glad you've stuffed me with
your peepee!"

He plunged in and out with determination. "I'm close, baby," he
said, puffing. "Close to that feeling."

"I love you daddy, ooo, wow, nnnn," she said. "It's gonna happen
again, daddy." He felt her little cunt squeezing him, begging for
his juice.

He was good and ready for release. It felt fantastic, his cock
was supercharged, and it was time. "Oooo, aaaahhhhhh,
NNNNNHHHHH!" he groaned, pulsing sperm up into his little one.
His cock twitched, over and over, as his body rewarded him with
ecstasy.

Both of them gulped for air and smiled at each other.

"I felt good again down there, daddy! That wavy good kind where
everything's wonderful."

"Great, sweetie," he said. His cock softened and slid out.

"What's all that goopy stuff?" she asked.

"That's my sperm. Kind of like pee. You peed on me, and I peed in
you."

"Ewww!"

"But it's not real pee."

"Then what is it?"

He got some on his finger and held it in front of her mouth.
"Open wide."

"Why?"

"You need to taste it."

"Pee's yucky."

"Yeah, but it's not pee. It's a special present boys make for
girls."

She looked doubtful, the lips in her gorgeous face pressed
together.

"Just try some," he said, then added a little threat in his
voice, "just like vegetables."

With her face scrunched up in distaste, she opened her mouth and
took a little in, then her eyes shot open.

"That's good!" she said. Another symptom of the disease.

"Good! You can stick any of the stuff that leaks out of your
little girl cunny in your mouth."

"Cool!"

"Later if you want I can stick my thingie in your mouth and pee
that stuff straight in there."

"Sounds naughty -- but fun!" she giggled.

"But now, you want to do it again, where I stick it up your
cunny?"

"Yes, yes!"

He rolled over onto her and started invading her tender female
innards with his pulsing prong once more.

She mused, "You don't pee in the toilet but up inside your little
girl. You're a bad daddy!"

"Very bad!" he said, plunging into her to the very hilt before
beginning his shuttle service. "Very, very, very... bad," he
said, a 'very' punctuating each full surge up inside her girly
cunt.

His girl countered lustily and breathlessly, "You bad, bad ...
bad... bad... It feels so good! ... Will you pee again? Please?"

"Yes, sweetie, I'll pee again for sure."

"Oh, goody! Hey, the happy waves are building up again, stronger
and stronger!"

"Good!" he said, thrusting into his sweet young thing with
abandon.

"Do it in me, daddy. I'm almost there. Please do it? Go to the
bathroom special in me with yummy pee!"

"It's on the way, honey," he growled.

"Oooo, wow ... I mean, ooooo, daddy, DADDY!" she screeched.

"ARRRGGGHHH!" he shouted as he soaked her young cunt with another
mess of writhing sperm.

She had even more of a hair trigger than her big sisters. Her
luscious young body that was flushed with pleasure would convince
him to spurt more cum into her just about any time, he decided.

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"DADDY!"

"Just a minute..."

In far less than a minute, she screeched, "DADDEEEEEE!!"

Alan walked in to her bedroom. "OK, what is it?"

He wasn't surprised to see her on her back, naked, legs spread
wide. "My cunny pussy hole is empty. Lonely and empty. And it's
wet ... like it's crying," she said mischievously.

"Should I hold your hand and stroke your hair?" he said with a
smile.

"No!"

"Should I get a band-aid or a warm cloth?"

"No!"

"Then what should I do?"

"You gotta fill it!"

"Oh, should I get Kleenex?"

"No!"

"Should I poke my tongue in? My finger?"

"No!"

"Well then, what do you want?"

"Your big stiff weewee! I see it bulging in your undies! Take 'em
off so it can stick out and you can slide it in my cunny hole ...
please! You like it too, remember, daddy?"

How it felt to fuck his youngest girl's flower was something Alan
would never forget. "Well, OK, if you insist. You got your pussy
crying already?"

"Yeah, crying and sniffling and all. See how wet? So hug me and
give me your thingie."

"OK, sweetie." He stripped in a hurry to be as naked as his
little one.

"Your thingie's SO stiff and long... How do you do that?"

"Magic," he laughed.

"I want one too," she said, looking at it enviously.

"Well, you can borrow this one."

"Oh, goody! I don't know what I'd do if you didn't have a hard,
thick long thingie to fill me up with."

He lay down beside his sweet feminine little dear and stroked his
hand up and down from knee to chest and back again.

"Poke it into me!" she urged.

"Right up between your legs?"

"Of course, you silly daddy! Right between my pee hole and poop
hole. The magic hole for nasty daddy peepee parts."

He turned over onto her and aimed, his cock tip nuzzling against
the opening to her lonely spot.

"In, in, in!" she urged.

"Unnnnhhhhh! How's that?" He'd gotten half of it up her cunt.

"Ooooo, so good, daddy. I feel fuller. You're so fat and thick --
but I need the whole thing!"

He pressed and pounded into her juicy little girl pussy until he
was in all the way.

"Aaaahhh, that's it. Thank you daddy! I love you so much!" She
showered him with slurpy kisses.

He began his humping, in-and-out fucking motion.

"Oh, goody, daddy! I love your bouncy dancy fuck-fuck. Your
weewee is in and out, you're getting my magic happy nerves. I'm
gonna get happy-happy again."

"Unnnhh, unnnhh, unnnhhh," he panted, shafting his little girl
who really, really didn't want to feel empty.

"Hump my pussy hole, daddy! You're getting my happy places... I
love your weewee fuckies... more... more..... Aaaahhhh! Oh daddy,
oh daddy, oh DADDY..." she screeched, tensing and getting that
faraway look as her orgasm began. He loved to watch his girl
shudder and twitch.

He had filled her little cunt so it wasn't so lonely, bounced her
into a happy-happy, and there was one thing left to do. She knew
what it was, and she begged for it.

"Oh, daddy, give me a mess of spermies! Spit them up my cunty,
OK?"

"OK. Daddy pee, coming up."

"Oh, goody! I know you love it, spurting your naughty daddy pee
up into my body. I love my daddy! You're so nice to make me not
sad and lonely, and then give me a great happy. Now I want you to
have it. I know how much you love to shoot your spermies up
there."

She grew quieter and looked at him as he pumped away. "See my
naked little girl body, daddy?"

"Yeah."

"It's small and clean and wonderful."

She was right about that. She got quieter. "It's all naked just
for you. I trust you, daddy. I'm giving my private girly parts to
my daddy, like I always do. Up underneath where my dress hides,
inside my panties, you can touch and poke. All the naughty way
inside my girly lips, up my girl hole. That's all yours, daddy!
Press it in!" She switched to a whisper as her lips found his
ear. "Wet me inside with your special pee!"

He banged her fast and deep.

"I love your hard slappy shoves, daddy! I'm just a little girl,
but no matter how hard you do it to me, it just feels all good
and warm and wonderful. I love to get your big fat pee-nis up my
body. I love it when you jam it in deeper and deeper. You're so
big and strong! My girly cunt wants to get stretched out."

"I'm gonna have an accident!"

"It's OK! My cunny will catch your mess! You're so big and hard
and long down there, it feels so good. It feels so good when you
have an accident! My daddy gets happy making messes in his little
daughter's cunny hole! You wonderful, bad, bad daddy!"

"Oh, honey, I can't stop..."

"Gimme your 'jackalation! Don't pull out and mess the bed... mess
my cunny hole! Fucky-fuck your baby girl! Fill my cunt with juicy
sperm! A whole bunch of thick squirts!"

Time to be naughty in his little girl's innermost pussy parts.
"Uuuunnnnnhhhhhh, uuuuunnnnhhhhhh, UUUUUNNNNNNHHHHHHH!"

She kept babbling as his body did its male thing; her adorable
little girl voice giving the finishing touch to his ecstasy. She
nibbled his ear. "Sploosh one... Goop two... Peepee three...
You've got so much of it! Four... Five! I love to get a daddy
mess up my girly cunny hole."

When he was done mating with his daughter, she was still there in
his arms, warm, loving, sweet. As his satisfied, relaxing prong
pulled out, her chaste cunny lips closed up behind him. But like
a good girl, she leaked daddy cum from her delicate little lips,
wetting the bed. He loved it when his girl wet the bed that way.
She retrieved some of it with her thumb and stuck it in her
mouth.

She was so tired and happy she started drifting off, thumb in her
mouth, a little sperm oozing out between her lips. She was so
sexy he needed her again.

He pushed her onto her back and she smiled sleepily. "Want it
again?" he asked.

"You silly head daddy!" she said with a sexy smile. "Course I
want it again. I always want it!"

"OK, sexy sweet Sara!" he said as he probed the depths of her
tight, hot hole once more.

After a couple more times he'd let her go to sleep for real. But
first, time for more daddy-daughter happiness and more goopy pee
in her pussy hole.


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Hot Kitties was a new school, founded specifically for girls with
the disease. Many of those girls exhibited behavior problems in a
regular school, having trouble leaving the boys alone and keeping
their clothes on when they got to the point of wanting it bad.

Hot Kitties had some boys as well, who got a private school
education free of charge. In return, they had to put up with
little girls exposing themselves and rubbing against them when
they couldn't control themselves. Most of the boys handled it
good-naturedly. The girls needed to learn to control their urges
with the little boys, who had no urges and couldn't help them
anyway with their puny little penises.

The founders realized that the way they could really make the
school take off was to not just isolate the poor girls who had
this unnatural craving and make them keep their panties on all
day. They needed to find men who could satisfy the girls during
the school day.

Mr. Jones wanted more. The more he did his three little girls,
the more it whetted his appetite for more. When he saw the ad, he
applied at once, though the pay was not so great. His experience
with Jenny and his own three daughters worked in his favor.

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"Class!" said Mrs. Brumley to her kindergarteners, a few weeks
into the school year. "We have a special visitor today -- a very
special visitor. All the boys get to play outside this morning."

A number of the boys cheered, and a few girls showed interest at
this new development.

"A Mr. Jones is visiting us, and he's a true pedophile!"

Mrs. Brumley answered their puzzled expressions with, "He really
likes doing it with little girls!"

The girls gasped. Cries of "Really? ... Oh wow! ... Will he poke
us?..." went up from around the room.

"Yes! He will. He's going to stuff his cock up into your little
cunts -- every one of you."

"Gross!" moaned one boy. "Yuck!" said another.

"Oh, goody!" said one girl. Others bounced up and down. A few
hands reached under dresses.

"Well yes, boys, you may go any time now." The boys stampeded
out.

"Can we start getting ready now, Mrs. Brumley? Playing in our
panties?"

"Yes, girls, you can -- just today. You know the rules most of
the time, you have to keep your hands out of your panties during
school. But now is just the right time for it. Do you notice how
warm it is in the classroom?"

"Huh, yeah, I guess it is... Yes... It feels nice..." were some
reactions.

"That's so you can take off as many clothes as you want... You
can show your girl bodies today all you want! And the boys aren't
here to get disgusted."

"Oh, goody! ... Wow, this is so cool..."

A bunch of clothes flew off.

"But you know, I heard from my big sister that if you keep a few
clothes on, then he's more sure to stick his thingie in you and
leave it there longer and poke harder," said one.

"That's right," said the teacher. "You can keep some clothes on,
just be sure you all have your panties off so your pretty little
cunnies are all exposed."

"Now we need to make the room ready," she said, starting to move
some desks out of the way. Some self-inflating mattresses were in
a corner, and the girls helped Mrs. Brumley open the valves so
they would get nice and big.

"Is he a handsome man?" asked one little girl.

"I think so -- here's a picture," said the teacher, showing her
laptop.

"Long as he's got a big long thingie to stuff me with, that's all
I need," said a girl. There were murmurs of assent.

"Now, let's work on getting ourselves wet, shall we? You know it
works much better when you're all wet and creamy down there, and
your pussy tissues are hot and full."

"Yeah..."

Between treatments, the girls' wetness increased as their
discomfort grew. So while all of them had been ripe and wet when
they were first diagnosed, no one liked to wait until they were
uncomfortable. So some stimulation to make sure they were wet and
ready was a good precaution.

"My Uncle Pete sometimes licks me down there and that makes me
wet for him."

"Well, Veronica, that's very nice, but Mr. Jones is much too busy
to have time to lick your little cunnies to make them all wet.
You've got to be ready so he can plunge his cock into you in one
smooth motion and you'll give him a nice, hot, wet hug. He has a
lot of cunnies to poke into today, and doesn't have too long for
each one... OK, see what a good girl Alison is being? She's
sitting with her legs apart and stroking her lips with her
finger... You can all do that, right?"

"Ooooo, mmmmm, yeah," were words that joined the gasps as the
circle of little girls fondled their little private lips.

"And when you're ready, you can start poking inside. Wait until
you start getting wet from the inside and then fish out a little
of the wetness, and slide it all over your labia to make the
whole thing nice and slick... Then poke in and out..."

Mrs. Brumley walked among the girls, inspecting. "There, see how
Janet's done it? She's got a lot of baby pussy juice on her
fingers and that's looking very nice and slick... And now she's
poking inside with three fingers... Very nice, Janet."

"But I've been diddling with myself longer and I'm not that wet
yet -- it's not fair!" said Alison.

"That's just fine, Alison. You know, class, that every girl gets
wet at a different rate. Every little girl is a little bit
different inside, that's what the men all tell us, and every
little pussy is wonderful in its own way. What you all have in
common, though, is that you do love getting stuffed full with a
big cock and having a man pump away in you."

"Oh, yeah!" moaned a girl, and the others giggled.

"Can I stick my fingers in your cunny?" whispered Meg to Janet,
but Mrs. Brumley heard.

"Yes, class, once you're good and wet you can let other girls
stick their fingers up inside you too -- only if you want."

"My mommy says my sissy and I shouldn't do that," said one. "That
it just leaves us frustrated and less healthy."

"That's true, but today is different. Who can tell me why today
is different?"

"Because Mr. Jones is going to finish us off with his big cock
when we're done!"

"That's right! You can get as excited as you want, because Mr.
Jones will stuff your pussies to the hilt and you'll get to have
orgasms and the wonderful relief that only a man's cock stuffed
into our pussy can give you."

"Will he shoot the stuff into us?"

"Now, you shouldn't get greedy, Alison! He might ejaculate in any
of you, and if so you'll be a very lucky little girl, but he
can't do that many times in a day."

"Why not?"

"It's how men are built. They only make so much of that stuff...
Is every little girl ready yet?"

Little Cathy shook her head.

"Well, some do take longer... Cathy, would you mind if one of the
other girls licked you down there."

The shy girl looked down, but smiled and shook her head.

"OK, class, which of you would be willing to nuzzle your face
between Cathy's legs and lick her?"

Every hand went up.

"They're all willing, Cathy, who do you want?"

"Alison," she said softly.

At once the chosen girl knelt in front of Cathy, who lay down all
the way.

"Can someone do that to me?" asked Missy.

"Sure, class, you can all do that if you want. It makes your
little cunnies even hotter and wetter and slicker for Mr. Jones's
thingie."

Alison's tongue licked Cathy's slit, over and over. The girl
receiving the attentions was rocking her hips a little.

Alison brought her head up, and her nose and mouth were wet. "I
think she's ready now," she grinned.

"Very good!" said Mrs. Brumley. "That's important, because now I
can tell Mr. Jones you're all ready for him." She sent a text
message from her phone

Most of the girls were in pairs, the one licking the other's
pussy.

A minute later, the door opened wide. The girls brought their
heads up.

"Hello, you must be Mr. Jones," said Mrs. Brumley. "That
certainly was quick!"

"Yes, you're the first class that was all ready. Good girls! But
I expect other classes will be ready soon."

"Yes, class, let's not take too much of Mr. Jones' time."

"Oh, that's all right," he said. "Does any of you want to see my
cock?"

Every little head nodded, so Mr. Jones removed his trousers and
briefs to reveal a mostly erect phallus, nice and big and warm
and smooth.

"Any of you want to kiss it?"

The girls giggled, and most of the hands went up.

"Well, form a line here and go right ahead."

One after another, the girls came forward and kissed the tip of
his cock. Janet took it in her mouth, and Mr. Jones gave a happy
sigh.

"Move along, now, Janet," said Mrs. Brumley. "We have to let all
the girls have a turn."

When the last little mouth was done honoring his cock tip, Mr.
Jones spoke. "OK, now I want you to all stand in a line, and I'll
get acquainted with your little pussies. I know I'm going to like
them very much."

The girls giggled and stood in line.

"Now stick your hips out a little, to show me what a nice pussy
you have, and how proud of it you are, and how much you'd like me
to play with it... Oh, what a wonderful group of girls..."

Mr. Jones knelt in front of Alison on the end. "Beautiful," he
said, peering at the smooth curve of her labia in front. He
zoomed his head in closer and sniffed. "Beautiful aroma too -- a
little dry and mysterious, in your case..."

"Dry? I'm wet enough, see!" said Alison, a little distraught.

"Oh, I didn't mean it that way, honey. 'Dry' is a particular way
things smell. You smell absolutely wonderful down there."

Alison relaxed and sighed. Mr. Jones spread her little wet lips
with his fingers and said, "Let me know if anything doesn't feel
good," just before he dove in with his tongue.

Alison gasped, and the other girls giggled.

Then Mr. Jones withdrew his head and patted her little labia
before heading on to the next girl, Veronica.

Alison whispered, "I don't know what he did, but it was
fantastic!" when she caught her breath.

"Mmmm, robust and fruity," he said of Veronica's aroma, then dug
in with his tongue.

"Look at his thingie! Ooooo, I wish he'd stick it up me!" whined
Janet. Mr. Jones's phallus was at its full size, rigid and
twitching.

"Class, let's not distract Mr. Jones now," chided Mrs. Brumley.

"Oh, that's all right," said Mr. Jones as he withdrew his head
from the second girl. "It's huge like that because I really want
to stick it into all your little cunnies. Would you all like
that?"

"Yeah! Oooo! Yes! Now, now!" screamed the girls.

"Quiet, class!" said Mrs. Brumley.

He went back to visual inspection and tasting of the array of
little pussies. When he got to the last girl, Janet, he slid his
finger into her pussy tube, getting it all the way in. Janet
closed her eyes and smiled.

"Now, I do things a little differently than some other men," he
said, reaching into his pack and bringing out a metal bowl.

"Do any of you think you could tinkle in the potty for me?" he
said. "There's nothing like seeing a little tinkle in the potty
for making me want to mount a little girl and stuff her with my
cock."

The girls looked at the teacher uncertainly, and Mr. Jones turned
to her too.

"Well, I don't see what's wrong with that, if that's what you'd
like."

"Who thinks they can make a little tinkle now?" asked Mr. Jones.

A few hands went up, and he beckoned to Cathy.

"What do I do?"

"You just squat down on the potty -- make sure you're centered so
all the pee will go into the pot, and then you let go, like you
do on a toilet."

"With everyone watching?" she said.

"Sure -- it's natural!" he said. "You'll see the other little
girls do it later." Still she hesitated. "You don't have to, but
I'm going to start with the girls who do."

That decided Cathy and she sat.

"Wait, though," said Mr. Jones. "As soon as you're done with your
little trickle of pee, I'm going to want to do it to you, right?
So, you don't mind if I pick you up and do it to you right away?"

The little girl on the potty shook her head with bright eyes.

"OK, then let it go," said Mr. Jones, on his knees, looking
closely.

A little tinkling noise told everyone Cathy was peeing. Mr.
Jones' breath caught as he watched. When the last few drops had
come out, he lifted little Cathy right off the pot and quick lay
her down on the mattress. She naturally spread her legs for the
reward to come.

Mr. Jones centered his organ, holding Cathy's lips open, doubly
moistened with her sex juices and just a little pee.

He then plunged in fast and deep. "Oh!" said Cathy, eyes wide.

When he was in to the hilt, he brought his weight down on the
girl and began a fast fucking motion."Oh, you're so sexy... so
hot... oh, Cathy... Oh, OOOHHHHH!" he said, convulsing and
shuddering seconds later. His cock twitched and he shot gooey
sperm into her little cunny tube before rolling off to the side.

Cathy lolled on her back, totally relaxed with a big sleepy smile
on her face.

"He gooped her already? How's he going to be ready for the rest
of us?" said Janet with a touch of a whine.

"Shhh!" said Mrs. Brumley. "Mr. Jones knows what he's doing."

"Yeah," he said panting. "What little girl wants to go empty
Cathy's pee? If you do, you can be next."

All the hands shot up.

"OK, you," he said, pointing to Alison. The girl excitedly picked
up the pee bowl and emptied it in the classroom sink.

Mr. Jones's eyes followed Alison's butt as she walked carefully
across the room and dumped the little bit of yellow liquid from
the potty into the sink.

"Look, it's stiff again!" said Missy.

"OK, Alison my sweetheart, if you're ready to get shafted and
fucked like Cathy, squat and pee for me."

The class giggled at the naughty word. Alison squatted and
concentrated as Mr. Jones looked on expectantly. But nothing came
out. She looked up, worried.

Mr. Jones took her right hand and started licking it. "Wet," he
said, "wet, wet, wet." He took her middle finger into his mouth
and sucked on it, looking expectantly into her eyes.

Alison smiled and soon the sound was heard of a little girl
tinkling into the metal pot. But there were just a few drops.
"That's all I have," she said, looking worried.

"That's plenty!" said Mr. Jones, lifting the girl off the pot.
Her foot caught it as he lifted her and the potty turned over.
But he didn't stop, instead flipping her down beside the
still-limp Cathy.

"Hold your pussy open for me!" he commanded Alison, and the
wondering girl did as asked.

The man's hard and slick shaft found its target and he surged
inside.

"Oooohhhh, so big!" said Alison.

"Oh, yeah!" said Mr. Jones. "But your cunt is big enough to take
it all, right?"

Mr. Jones held himself up in the air over Alison, glancing down
at her lustful, smiling face but concentrating on the slit
between her legs that he had deformed with his massive intrusion.
He held her thighs apart with his hands as he pounded into the
little girl, seating his cock deeper each time, straining as deep
up her innards as he could go. She enveloped his entire length in
her sexy, hot girl tunnel.

Mr. Jones kept going for nearly a minute, as Alison flopped her
head back and forth, moaning.

"Oh, you hot little thing," he panted. "You're gonna come, I can
tell..." He slowed his motion just a little, but pressed even
deeper. "Come for me, baby girl," he said.

Alison opened her eyes briefly and gave a quick smile, then shut
her eyes and concentrated.

"Yeah, honey, I've got sperm for you too... Just squeeze me to
get it... There you go, almost..."

Alison was gasping and straining.

Man and girl both shouted out, an octave apart, as Mr. Jones
stopped holding back and forced his cock incredibly deep up her
pussy. His semen pump did its job.

After a minute his thrusts abated and he rolled off the girl, who
lay back in exhaustion. Whitish goop oozed out of her flushed sex
lips. Cathy's pussy was oozing too.

The panting Mr. Jones pointed briefly at Missy. Mrs. Brumley had
cleaned up Alison's pee with paper towels. With a naughty smile
on her face, Missy made a big, long tinkle in the potty.

Mr. Jones picked her up but did things a little different. He
flopped her onto her stomach, then lifted her hips off the
mattress and kissed his cock tip gently against her girly folds
from the rear before surging in with a single deep, powerful
thrust.

"Oooph!" she said. Her body absorbed it and she shuddered with
delight. He reamed her from the rear for a couple minutes before
ejaculating another little load deep in her.

As he pulled out, his cock remained stiff. He did something a
little differently then. He mounted Cathy again and shoved it
into her slurpy pre-fucked cunt. She gave a happy sigh. He
stopped and held himself pressed inside with a satisfied smile,
then pulled out and did the same thing to little Alison. Then he
was ready for a fresh, new pussy.

Girl after girl tinkled in the potty before getting whipped up
into the air by the muscular Mr. Smith and forced into whatever
receptive mating position struck his fancy. He found each one so
sexy he managed another squirt of sperm inside each one -- nine
in all. In between he re-visited a number of his previous
conquests and shafted each one deep too.

One good treatment from a cock could hold a girl for several
days, and even a little sperm made it last longer -- more like a
week.

Mr. Jones went on to the first grade class and then he called it
a day, having penetrated and snugly stuffed 19 little pussies and
given each a little dollop of sperm. Something about the hunger
of the little lassies gave him unbelievable stamina.

He'd do each of his daughters tonight, and then he'd be back the
next day for a few more grades, working his way up in age.

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