Author: Sterling
Title: Teflon Girl, Demon Girl, Angel Girl
Summary: A scientist  discovers that her 6-year-old daughter Katy
has genes making her immune to harm from early sexual
experiences. The scientist's brother is a pedophile, and she
encourages them to play. It's the start of a beautiful
friendship. But sex turns Katy into a powerful little girl,
leading to a chaotic road trip with her uncle. Later, she uses
her gift to help others and to carve her own special path in
life. She has a LOT of sex partners.
Keywords: Mg pedo loli ScFi mc rape group

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 10/11/2014.

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Teflon Girl, Demon Girl, Angel Girl

Chapter 1

"Hello, Melanie," said Dr. Greaves, the head of her division,
showing her into his office. "Have a seat."

Dr. Melanie Cook sat in the chair offered while her boss walked
slowly around his desk and sat in the giant swivel chair.

"Melanie, we've been over this a number of times. People have
told you just about every way they know that you have to let this
drop. We all know there is an interesting finding. But everyone
knows it's going to be used by pedophiles to advance their agenda
--"

Melanie's impulse was to jump in to object, but she restrained
herself.

"-- so it's a political bombshell. I know you frame this as
allowing pedophiles to express their sexuality in a harmless way.
We all disagree with that, but you keep pushing it. It's not good
for your career. Our agency is not going to highlight this
finding to policymakers or the public. Ever."

"But it is one of the most striking findings ever!"

Dr. Greaves shook his head. "We realize that in statistical terms
that's true. If somebody digs it out, our response is simply that
it is an interesting tidbit. There are a few lucky 'Teflon kids'.
Interesting, but of no practical importance."

"But --"

Dr. Greaves waved his hand angrily. "So let me make it very
clear. You work for me. I've discussed this with the higher-ups.
If you don't drop it, we will terminate your employment."

That got Melanie's attention.

"Do you agree to drop it?"

She thought just a moment. She needed the job. "Yes. I do. But
I'm disappointed. This agency has done such great work, and it's
hard to see a good idea quashed because of bigotry and
prejudice."

"Politics," said Dr. Greaves. "Even if I agreed with you
personally, you can't ignore politics. The public's not ready for
it, and it would be a disaster for the agency if they knew we
were working on it."

Melanie sighed. "OK."

With that she was dismissed. She stewed about it. She bent her
husband Bob's ear about it until the usually patient man said
he'd had enough. And then she dropped it and immersed herself in
her next project -- whether a certain gene that predisposed
people to high cholesterol had a strong enough effect that it had
public health implications.

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Melanie worked under Dr. Greaves in the PMGA ("practical medical
genome applications"), a government agency whose mandate was to
find patterns in an accumulating mass of big data, research any
other relevant findings, design follow-up experiments, and make
policy recommendations.

The big data came from two sources: the genomes of hundreds of
thousands of people, and the online detailed health records of
millions of people. Those records now stretched back over 20
years. It had been a very productive source of health policy
initiatives. The targeted interventions that slashed cancer
mortality are well known, as are the success with a wide range of
genetic disorders. It gave crucial hints that led to the virtual
elimination of STI transmission.

But few statistical results were as dramatic as the one Melanie
had discovered. Big data can make fine distinctions that
epidemiologists of the 20th century could only dream of. Child
sexual abuse can be characterized in various ways, and the one
category this applies to is: prepubescents, apparent consent, and
adequate family environment. Among the general population, 12% of
adults look back on such abuse negatively or very negatively.
Among over a million cases identified, that is over a hundred
thousand cases of regret. Next we bring into the picture two
genes, "sexual resilience 3" (SR3) and "childhood trauma
resistance" (CTR). As the names imply, these are genes that
confer a resilience in the face of negative sexual experiences,
and resistance to ill effects of trauma in childhood. The
combination is present in about two percent of the population. In
the sample that the scientists were examining, precisely 4,558
had suffered that particular form of sexual abuse. The number who
reported a negative or very negative experience was three. That's
right, three (3). The expected number if this group didn't differ
from the rest of the population was 540. Scientists were able to
track down two of the three individuals and found that the
negative result was in fact a coding error -- a glitch in the
medical records. The third individual had died of unrelated
causes.

Attitudes about child sex abuse had liberalized somewhat in
recent decades, but society's position was still firm. Enough
children were damaged by early sexual experience that it was
always prohibited. Men who were caught engaging in such abuse
typically served one to four years in prison if the child had
agreed to the activity at the time. But here was a population of
children that appeared to have a vanishingly small likelihood of
suffering ill consequences.

Some people at the agency suspected that Melanie's passionate
interest in this case meant she had some personal interest in the
matter. They were right. Undoubtedly one reason Dr. Melanie Cook
was so passionate about this finding was that her brother Mark
was a pedophile -- a man attracted to young girls and whose
sexual interest dropped off sharply after a girl turned 11 or 12.
Mark was fully closeted, and she and her husband were the only
two people who knew his secret. They could try to cheer him up,
but they couldn't do anything about his ever-barren sex life.

The Cooks had a daughter Katy, an only child and six years old at
the time of Dr. Greaves' ultimatum. Katy's Level 2 genome results
came in shortly after. And Melanie was astonished to learn that
she had the magic gene combination of SR3 and CTR.

Katy was a delightful child in anyone's book. She was
intelligent, funny, socially engaging, and physically daring. She
was a gorgeous child, with big blue eyes, a round face, and
shoulder-length light brown hair. She had also been more sexually
curious than the average child.

Starting at age two, she'd play with her toys in the bath for a
while, but pretty soon her right hand was down between her legs
and she was staring off into space, rubbing slowly. Put her in a
high chair or a car seat and she was rubbing against the center
post. Her parents would find her sitting on her big stuffed
bear's head, the hard nose between her legs. She'd sometimes
giggle and say something like, 'Fuzzy is kissing my hiney!'"

Bob and Melanie were baffled but generally took it in stride.
They were embarrassed when she began her explorations in front of
strangers. They gently suggested she only do it in private, and
she'd stop for the moment. But minutes later she might be at it
again, and she'd say, "But it feels so *good*!"

And then there was Mark, poor pedophile Mark. His niece Katy had
been a bright spot. Bob and Melanie noted how good he was with
her. Melanie trusted him, but she couldn't blame Bob for wanting
to have a serious talk with him. So he did before they agreed to
leave Katy alone in his care overnight. Bob was satisfied.

When she turned five, Mark said he was developing a little
attraction, and it had grown. But he remained confident he would
never act on it, and Bob and Melanie were content.

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Mark hit the remote, switching to yet another unsatisfying and
dull show. Katy had been asleep for a couple hours. They had had
a lovely evening together. Dinner, bath, games, story. But he was
feeling more dissatisfied than usual. She was so beautiful, so
lively, so curious, so sensual...

His thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of the motor opening
the garage door. Bob and Melanie were back from their evening
out. They had gone to the theater. He flipped the TV off and sat.

Mark knew what would happen next. Bob would excuse himself after
a quick greeting, Melanie would engage him in a few minutes of
polite conversation, and Mark would leave. Behind a locked
bedroom door, Melanie would join Bob, and they would soon be
lying in bed making out passionately. An evening out put Melanie
in the mood, and as long as Bob had pretended in reasonably
convincing fashion to like the play, he was going to get laid.
Before long, Melanie would push Bob onto his back and mount him,
impale herself on his twitching cock and ride him for several
minutes as Bob traced his hands over her buttocks and breasts,
thrusting upward into her now and then at first before holding
still. At the end Melanie was in full control of every sensation,
every detail of pressure and timing, and then it would end with
an all-consuming orgasm. After a few seconds she would roll off
to the side and let Bob's penis spring free. He would then leap
into action, wrestling the smiling and panting Melanie onto her
stomach, lifting her butt up into the air, where all she had to
do was hold still with back arched like a good female mammal. Bob
would mount her from behind, slide his cock back into Melanie's
happy pussy and grapple her hips. He would then pound away hard
and fast, and within a minute he would reach his own climax,
spewing his semen into the depths of Mark's baby sister. They
would then rest side by side in mutual satisfaction and fall
asleep. Mark wasn't sure of the details of any one encounter, but
Melanie had confided enough to him over the years that he could
paint a composite picture. He and his sister were close.

Mark, meanwhile, would go home and sit naked in front of his
Computer of Loneliness and bring up pictures of smiling little
girls in bathing suits. He would stroke, his pleasure would
build, and he would spew his sperm onto his chest. He focused on
the pictures of little girls he would never meet, but images of
Katy would intrude -- on his lap snuggling back against him as he
read to her, standing naked after her bath as he dried her,
humping her teddy bear on the living room floor as she stared off
into space with a vague expression. After cleaning up, he would
toss and turn in bed, his sexual tension relieved for the moment,
but overall profoundly dissatisfied.

He rose to greet them. "How was the play?"

"Great!" said Melanie, who looked at Bob.

"Very enjoyable," he said.

"How was Katy?" asked Melanie.

"I'll just head for bed," said Bob and headed back to his study
to check his email.

"She was just fine. A real angel this evening."

"Oh, that's great. You're so wonderful to sit for us."

"I don't think I can do this any more."

"Oh, why not?" Melanie's sexual satisfaction would have to wait a
few minutes.

"It's just -- well, you know the basics. I just love her so much.
It's just so frustrating!"

"I'm sorry, Mark," she said, offering him a sisterly hug.

A chink in his defenses opened, and a torrent of words poured
out. "I just want to kiss her on the lips and hug her and -- bury
my face between the legs -- you can't believe how much I want to
lick her little clit!"

Melanie looked at him uncertainly. He knew she was accepting of
his pedophilia and trusted him with her daughter, but maybe she
wasn't comfortable knowing his fantasies at this level of detail.

"I'm thinking I should let them move me to Mountain View -- it
would certainly be easier to collaborate there." The main reason
he insisted that Google let him stay in Boston was to be near
Katy -- and his sister, of course.

"Oh, well, yeah, I know. Katy would sure miss you, though. Want
to take a walk tomorrow afternoon, just the two of us?" Right
now, Melanie wanted to go get laid.

Just then they heard a rustling at the head of the stairs.

"Katy?" said Melanie. "What are you doing out of bed?"

Padded pajama feet appeared on the stairs, tripping down
amazingly fast -- too fast, as she slid on the fourth step from
the bottom and landed on her bum. But that barely slowed her down
in her rush to get to Mark.

"I don't want you to go, Mark!" she said, wrapping herself around
his legs as he stood.

"You can kiss me!" She puckered her lips. "And lick my privates,
if you really want! That would be naughty but fun!"

Melanie said, "Now, now, Mark was just saying those things. It's
time for you to get back to bed."

Mark excused himself with a whispered "Sorry!" to his sister, who
was left to put her girl back to bed and then, hopefully, still
get laid.

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Brother and sister walked briskly along. Crocuses and snowdrops
were visible here and there in many front yards. He'd made his
decision and explained it. His expressed desire to get ahead at
Google wasn't a very convincing argument, he realized, as he'd
said many times that family was more important to him. He loved
his work, but as he neared his 42nd birthday his passion had
faded somewhat.

Melanie gave a big sigh. "I was thinking, this seems so crazy.
Katy desperately wants you to stay. She remembers what you said
and talks about it. She asks about you licking her between the
legs, but it's all curiosity and no 'yuck'. She asks if men do
that to women." Mark smiled, and when Melanie saw she nudged his
shoulder hard with hers, pushing him off the sidewalk. He knew
she really wanted Bob to do that sometimes, but he just didn't
want to. "Those genetic tests show she wouldn't suffer for it
later. Heck, even if you did stuff she didn't want she'd grow up
to be just fine."

"Yeah, it's a funny world, isn't it," sighed Mark with some
bitterness.

After half a block Melanie said, "But I'm serious. Why can't
we..."

Mark stopped in his tracks. "Don't make it worse, OK? Your
judgment is clouded by the prospect of losing free babysitting."

Melanie looked at him defiantly, and from a lifetime of watching
that face, he knew he'd struck a nerve.

"I've been thinking about that all along, discounting it -- or
trying to. It just seems so crazy. You'd be happier. Katy would
be happier. Bob and I would be happier. But we can't. What's
wrong with this picture?"

"What if she goes blabbing to her friends?"

"She's already had the chance to tell everyone what she heard you
say that night about licking her privates, but we haven't gotten
any calls. And she hasn't even told her daddy -- I'd hear about
it from Bob if he knew. She's pretty good with secrets in
general."

Mark faced her. "You're serious."

"Very serious."

"Like you've decided, not just musing about it."

"Yes."

"Have you consulted Bob?"

"Yes."

Bob's first priority was his work. He was in Europe more than
half the time, it seemed, and was rarely home during the week
when Katy was awake. Father and daughter got along fine, but it
was a more reserved relationship. Bob left all the decisions
about Katy to Melanie, and Mark knew Bob was open-minded on
matters of sexual morality. He wouldn't have been at all sure he
was quite this open-minded.

Mark started trembling and reached out tentatively.

Melanie gave Mark a big, warm hug and reached up to kiss his
cheek. "I'd never let anything bad happen to Katy, but since I
can't figure out how she'd be hurt -- you deserve it, big
brother."

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Chapter 2

The next time they were alone, Katy reached her hands out to a
standing Mark and he lifted her under the arms. She plastered
herself against his chest, legs wrapped behind his back while
Mark put his right hand under her bottom and left behind her
back. She let her head flop down on his shoulder.

"You want to kiss me?" said Katy, kissing Mark's cheek. "Like on
the lips?" She gave him a smooch on the lips.

"Oh, maybe later," he said. "But first, which story do you want
to hear?"

Katy couldn't decide between two, so Mark read them both of
course. He then played the evil stepmother to her princess, and
then in turn assumed the role of her savior the prince.

"Then the prince kissed her on the lips!" she said. Mark
dutifully kissed her.

She paused. "Is that what you wanted?"

"I... Well, there are better ways to do it."

They went back to the game for a while, though Mark's enthusiasm
flagged.

Katy said, "That was fun, but I've had enough princess. What
would you like?" She didn't usually ask that question.

"Well..." he said. He sat on the living room floor, back against
the sofa, legs straight in front of him. All around them were
boxes and pillows and clothes and toys that had been part of the
princess game. She was quiet and seemed attuned to him.

"Come here," he said softly.

Without further prompting, Katy sat on his lap facing him, knees
out to the side, hands on his shoulders.

"Oh, Katy," he whispered, looking her up and down. He admired her
bright, curious face, her shiny brown hair in all its intricate
patterns, her delicate arms, her white T-shirt and yellow skirt,
and her smooth girlish legs. He treasured the warmth where her
bottom sat on his upper thighs. "You're so wonderful. You know
I've always thought you're wonderful, but there's a different
kind of wonderful, too. Is that OK?"

"Sure!" she said. "Like you were saying to mommy the other
night."

He ran his fingers over her arms, her hair, her cheek. Then he
slowly moved his head forward for a kiss. She zoomed in and gave
him a big slurp.

"The kissing I want is a little different," he said. "Just hold
still and I'll show you." He kept his face very close to her and
gently touched lips and broke contact. He touched again and held
contact a little longer, then a third time he rubbed his lips
just a little from side to side. "You see how that's different?"
he asked, leaning back.

Katy nodded and brought her face to his and did a decent job of
imitating what he'd just done.

"That's fun!" she said, pulling back after ten little kisses,
looking at him with bright eyes.

She paid close attention to his kissing variants and imitated
him. Meanwhile he stroked her hair with one hand, her neck with
his other.

To his delight, her overall pace slowed down. She was kissing him
like a grown-up and seemed to be enjoying it like a grown-up.

After a few minutes, he felt her bottom squirm from side to side
once. "Hey, that makes me feel funny down there!" Switching to a
whisper, she said, "Do you really want to kiss me inside my
panties?"

"Maybe later," he said, gulping, "but I've got some other ideas
first."

"OK!" said his bright-eyed niece.

He caressed her right cheek with his left hand while the right
slowly slid up and down her back. When he'd traced all the
features of her face, his fingers started playing over her light
brown hair. He pushed gently against her back, she leaned forward
and they began kissing again.

She squirmed her bottom again. "But I kinda want to bounce up and
down on my teddy bear."

Mark smiled as he realized he was moving too slowly for his
little niece. "Oh, let's see if I can make you feel good the same
way -- come on up."

He rose and sat in the middle of the sofa, and he had Katy sit
crossways on his lap, leaning against his left arm and sticking
her legs out straight to his right.

He reached up past her pink socks and between her knees.

"This is very naughty," he whispered. "You mind if I put my hand
up between your legs?"

Katy shook her head, and his right hand slid slowly upward under
her yellow skirt, caressing silky warm flesh, while she looked at
him.

"Can I... can I touch your panties?" he whispered.

Katy nodded, smiling, and his fingers found the forbidden cloth.

"You look funny," she said with a little laugh.

Mark realized he was a little faint with excitement and desire.
"Oh, I'm just fine. Just very, very happy!"

She spread her legs a bit as he wiggled his hand between her
thighs, and then he began a light stroking motion of the panty
cloth, top to bottom, right where it should feel good.

After a minute her smile faded, relaxing.

"Does that feel kind of like the teddy bear?"

She nodded and whispered, "Only better."

Mark was thrilled, seeing his beloved niece smiling vaguely and
his arm reaching up under her dress, the naughty activity
betrayed by the bump of his hand under the fabric of the dress,
moving slightly. His own cock was very hard in his pants.

"Katy, can I put my fingers inside the panties?"

"Sure," she said with a quick smile.

By feel he worked his fingers through a leg hole and pushed the
cloth to the side. Her flesh inside the cloth was warm and
smooth. The slit was right where he knew it would be. He had seen
it and dried it with a towel many times. But it was totally
different this time and its existence seemed miraculous. Context
is everything. He repeated the motion, but his hand was
constrained inside the panties. "Kind of tight," he murmured.

"Why don't I take 'em off?" she said, hesitating.

"You only do that when you want to, right?"

"Sure. I want to!" With one quick motion she sat up a little and
flipped the skirt back, then pulled her panties a few inches down
her thighs. They were silky and light blue and looked brand new.
Katy confirmed his suspicion. "They're new. Mommy just gave them
to me this morning. 'Just in case', she said. They make me feel
special down there." She giggled.

"Oh, you're so beautiful!" he said, gazing longingly as his hand
resumed its place between her legs, now in full view. The fingers
settled gently on her lower lips. He rubbed gently, and Katy
smiled.

"It's fun when you make it feel good," she said.

And she seemed entirely content to lie against his arm with her
legs spread wide as he explored, pressed, rubbed. He looked
carefully at her face to try to find the angle, pressure and
speed that would make her most excited. He worked his middle
finger inside her lips to find her young clit, but she didn't
like how that felt and he stopped at once, returning to the
gentle rhythmic massaging on the outside.

Katy smiled dreamily and thrust her hips upward now and then.

After fifteen minutes, Katy sighed and looked at him.

Mark slowed and stopped.

"It happens with teddy too. I don't want to stop, but I get tired
of it too."

"Well, I have an idea. If you're willing, now's the time I'd like
to lick you down there. Then you might  get to a point where you
feel really good and satisfied."

"OK. You really want to kiss my dirty parts?" She made a face.

Mark smiled. "There's nothing I'd rather do. Your mommy doesn't
think they're too dirty or she wouldn't have had you wear those
lovely new panties, right?"

Seconds later Katy had ditched the panties entirely and lay on
the sofa on her back, heels together with one knee straight up in
the air and the other out to the side.

Mark moved in hungrily, pausing to notice that he was about to
lick out a little girl -- something he thought he'd never, ever
be able to do. He began licking all around the outside of her
labia, making Katy laugh. Then he found a rhythm at her
centerline and she got quiet again. He opened her lips gradually
with his fingers and let his tongue slide up and down inside her
slit, a little more each time.

"Oh!" she said when he'd gotten in a little bit and was licking
away. "Oh, that feels really good!"

"Great, honey. Just let it feel good," he said quickly before
returning to pleasuring his dear little niece.

Her breathing became uneven, she wriggled her hips slightly and
began whimpering. He felt her tension building and building, and
finally it burst and she shuddered. At that moment he began
licking much more quickly, and she yelped with pleasure. It was
only a second, but for him the moment lasted forever. As she
flopped back, he stopped and raised his head.

After a moment she looked up and extended her arms out straight
towards him. He couldn't lie on her without squishing her, but
after a few seconds of rearrangement he lay on his side, the sofa
back behind him, and he hugged Katy to him.

"How'd you DO that?" she asked after a bit, looking at him
adoringly. "That was like magic!"

"I've read some things, heard other people talk," he said. "I was
pretty sure I'd know how to make you happy."

"You sure made me happy!" she said.

Before many minutes had passed her energy had returned, and she
got up, adjusting her dress.

"Can you push me on the swings?"

"Sure," he said, also getting up. As she neared the back door, he
said, "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"What?"

He produced the panties he had clutched in his right hand.

"Oh, yeah!" she said, and she put them on.

After he'd pushed her on the swings for a while he made her a
toasted cheese sandwich for lunch, and he read to her some more.

As they heard Bob and Melanie raise the garage door, Mark said,
"Remember, only talk about it with your mommy, and only when
you're alone together, right?"

"Right!" she said, then said with an impish smile, "But kiss me
that other way now, quick..." She puckered her lips.

So Mark did, though there was time for just one slow kiss before
they heard Katy's parents enter.

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Katy was eager for Mark to lick her again in the peepee on his
next visit. She very sensibly started this encounter in her
bedroom. She got completely naked, pulled the sheets down on her
bed, and lay back with legs spread wide. Mark kissed her and ran
his hands all up and down her body.

"Are you gonna lick it?" she said.

"In a minute," he said. "But first you have to let me touch you
all over."

"OK!" she said, and watched him as he ran his fingers over every
inch of her skin, kissing her fingers, her chest, her neck, her
nipples, her toes, her knees.

"You see how much I love your little body?" he said.

She nodded. "It feels good." But she also thrust her pelvis
upward a few times to remind him what was on her mind.

He directed his attention between her legs and licked her left
inner thigh carefully. "Like this?" he said.

"Higher!" she said.

He moved up an inch. "Like this?"

"No, you silly! Right up in my privates, where my vagina is!"

"Oh, OK," he said, licking her private areas carefully. He
thrilled at her use of that word, and decided to see what she had
in that department. He probed very gently with his tongue. There
was a little opening, but he explored it only briefly.

Katy knew the way to her orgasm this time, and so did Mark. It
was 15 minutes later that she moaned and shuddered.

After a brief hesitation, Mark took his shirt and undershirt off
before hugging Katy.

"Nicer to hug skin with skin," he said to her questioning look.

She just grinned and squeezed him tight.

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Another day. He and Katy had been snuggling for several minutes
after her orgasm.

She sat up. "Mommy says you should take your underpants off too!
It's only fair! Let me see your penis!"

Mark was startled but silently thanked his sister.

"Um, OK," he said, stripping to only his briefs, then pausing.
"But it's big, right? You may think of a penis as a little thing,
but when I'm with you mine is big."

For a moment he hesitated. His penis was on the small side; it
was definitely skinny. But at least this small girl would have
nothing to compare it to. His briefs went down, and his penis
sprang up.

"Wow," she said, then laughed. "Can I play with it?" His niece
was not shy.

"OK, just be gentle," he said.

Katy patted it, then with thumb and forefinger pointed it in all
different directions. "What's that?" she said, pointing to his
scrotum.

"Um, balls. Testicles. All men have them in a little sac like
that."

"Can I touch?"

"Yeah, but be gentle there too."

She lifted them up. "No vagina! That's so weird. Nothing till
your poop hole!"

His heart was beating fast. A little naked girl, sitting
cross-legged, playing with his erect penis and not at all upset
about it. And not just any little girl -- his niece!

"Katy," he said. "I can feel good the same way you do when I lick
you."

"Really?" she said.

"Yeah, but it's different with me. I rub my penis up and down
like this," he said, demonstrating. "But there's something that
might seem surprising and gross... When I get to the point where
I feel that big fantastic wave, stuff comes spurting out the end
of my penis."

Katy just looked curious.

"It's not pee. And..." For some reason he felt ashamed and guilty
when he made the request, "Would it be OK with you if I lay back
here and did that, and the stuff will shoot out onto my chest?"

She nodded.

He pumped his hand several times, feasting his eyes on all of his
niece he could see -- her naked upper half.

"Katy, would you like me to feel good? Even if I make a mess?"

"Sure! I want you to feel good!" she said with a smile.

With that encouragement, it was just a few seconds later when it
happened. He gasped, and his semen shot out -- the first glob
onto his throat.

Katy giggled.

The second shot hit his breastbone and the remaining pulses
dripped onto his stomach.

He smiled at his niece through a haze of pleasure. She was
smiling back with wonder and no sense of unease. "And that felt
good?" she said.

"Yeah, very good!"

"So what happens now?"

"I'll clean it up with some tissues." He reached onto the bedside
table for the box. "Unless you'd like to play with it first."

She looked at it uncertainly.

"It's not dirty like pee or poop," he said. "Just like when I
lick you down there it's not dirty... You can wipe your hand off
right away."

Katy was game, and first touched the blob on his chest gingerly,
then swiped up a fingerful of it. She noted the consistency as
she squished it between middle finger and thumb.

After the mess was thoroughly cleaned up, Mark lay back on the
bed and motioned for Katy to lie beside him.

"Hey, it shrinked!" Katy said, looking at his penis.

"Yeah, it comes and goes. It always gets soft again after the
stuff comes out." He knew that with her attention on it it
wouldn't stay soft for long. "If you play with it now, you can
watch it get hard again."

"Really?" she said with curiosity. She fiddled with it and
chortled with glee as it rapidly grew into a full erection.

"So," he said. "Can you lie beside me and snuggle up to my side?"

She did.

"This is what I've always wanted, Katy. You've made me really
happy."

"Good. It was real easy. So you won't move away?"

It struck him that it wasn't fair to ask her to do something like
that so he wouldn't leave her. He made a quick but firm decision.
"I'll never go away, no matter what, OK? I was just frustrated
before, but I'll be here for you. We never have to do anything
like this again."

"OK!" said Katy. He didn't press her on just what she meant by
that.

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Now Katy was used to sexy things, they usually started their
visits with stories, make-believe, or trips outside to play. She
suggested doing sexy things most visits, but not all.

But this time she wanted to go to the bedroom right away.

"My mommy told me how babies get made! That is so weird! So, so
weird! She said when I get older my vagina would be big enough
you could put your penis in it and it would fit! She's not lying,
is she?" Katy didn't wait for an answer. "I stuck my little
finger in myself and it didn't go very far. And you'd really want
to do it and then make that stuff come out *inside* my vagina?"

"Not me, of course, Katy. Some man you'll meet and love and marry
when you're much older. And you'll want a man to do it too."

She looked skeptical.

"Well, remember how good you feel when I lick you? You could feel
that good when a man had his penis in you too! So it's kind of
special when two people can do something that makes them feel
good together like that."

"Oh," said Katy, thoughtful.

"And that's why I was so happy the other day when you rubbed my
penis with your hand and let me spurt the stuff onto your
stomach."

"You liked that better than the other times?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Well, because it's closer to what my body really wants to do
most, which is to try to make a baby in you."

"You wanna make a baby in me?"

"No, no, not really. Just kind of pretend. Like men and women
like to have intercourse with penis in vagina even when they're
not trying to make a baby. And I'm a different kind of guy who
likes the idea of doing that with *you* but not with a woman."

Katy looked unconvinced.

"It's just like... you can make yourself have an orgasm when
you're alone, right? Now you know how. But you say it's more fun
when I do it."

"Yeah, it sure is!"

"So, that's kind of how it starts. We like to feel good in sexy
ways with other people, and it all comes down to wanting to have
sexual intercourse and makes babies. At least when you're grown
up."

"But your penis won't fit in me!"

"That's for sure! I'd never, ever do that. But we can come closer
-- if you want."

Katy was eager to get her pleasure the usual way, and he marveled
once more at his amazing fortune to have a little girl spreading
her legs for him and begging for his attentions.

When she was satisfied and it was his turn, he had a new
suggestion.

"So, here's one thing that would feel really good. You make
believe your hand is a big vagina and hold it up here over your
stomach... I get on top of you and pretend I'm sliding my penis
into your vagina, see, but it's really your hand, which is plenty
big enough... No, just hold your hand still... That's right."

Mark pressed in and out while Katy smiled.

"You could also use both hands, one on top of the other, to be
more like a big vagina," he said.

"And this makes you happier than the other way?" said Katy with
simple curiosity.

"Yes, yes! Very happy. And, do you mind if I ejaculate this way?
Some will get on your hand..."

"No, that's fine," she said. "Kind of like playing with ooblek."
She giggled again.

"And to make it best of all, here's the challenge... When you
feel the stuff spurting out and making you sticky, keep your
hands just like they are. That lets me feel really good."

"OK. Why?"

Mark thought as he humped his niece's hands. "Well, if it was a
real vagina, it wouldn't just vanish when I started ejaculating,
would it?"

"No," she said with a smile.

"So, are you really OK with this?" asked Mark.

"Yeah!" Katy said. "I want my favorite uncle to feel good. So go
ahead and make my hands slimy!"

"Oh, Katy!" gasped Mark and plunged in and out, his ecstasy
approaching rapidly. "Aaaahhhh!"

Katy was a very good girl and kept her hands still, though she
giggled as she felt the stuff oozing around. Mark's motion
rapidly drew some of his cum back over the head of his penis, and
the lubrication added pleasure to the end of his orgasm.

"Oh, Katy, you are so wonderful!" he said. "You don't have to do
any of this, you know?"

Katy seemed proud. "I like it!" she said.

As he caught his breath, Katy looked over at the box of tissues.

Mark had one last guilty thought. "So, can I take this stuff with
my finger and put it down at your vagina?"

"You won't give me a baby?"

"No, no, that can't happen. It's perfectly safe... But you don't
have to if you think it's yucky."

"Sounds fun!" she said with an evil smile, and immediately put
both hands down between her legs, smearing the goopy stuff off on
her girl parts.

"Oh, wow!" said Mark. He then reached down himself and ran his
fingers over her labia glistening with semen. He gently opened
her up and slid a thick blob right to her vaginal opening. He
pressed it a little bit inside, just the tiniest bit.

Katy looked at him. "You can get it in me farther than that," she
said.

"OK, but I don't want to hurt you... Would you do it for me?"

"OK," said Katy with a shrug, and he watched her plunge her
little finger up into her vagina, over and over again. It went in
a lot further than he would have thought. He felt faint with the
excitement of it.

When they were all cleaned up they snuggled for a while. Mark
sensed Katy getting restless, but he dared one more request.

"Honey, could I... I'm ready to shoot out more sperm again...
Could I... Could you hold your hands right at the opening to your
vagina?"

Katy was game, but it didn't work quite right.

"Here, you hold your lips apart and I'll do the rubbing."

She held herself open wider than he would have dared.

He spit on his hand for some lubrication and began wanking,
thrusting his pelvis back and forth just a little, letting his
penis tip touch the ever-so-exciting feminine tissues right at
her vaginal opening. "Can I?" he pleaded, double checking.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" said Katy with a smile. She was used to his
requests for confirmation by now. "Pee out the sperm right where
it really goes!"

And with that, his orgasm was upon him, and he pressed his tip
firmly against her vaginal opening, making a tight, intimate
seal. His innards expelled his sperm, each pulse going directly
into the little girl's pussy.

When he sat back, his was gasping.

"I could feel it!" said Katy. "I could feel the stuff going in!"

Mark nodded with a dumb grin of total satisfaction on his face.

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Chapter 3

Katy lay in her own bed with the morning sun playing through the
curtains, panties halfway down her thighs under the covers. She
removed her little finger from her vagina. For the first time,
she tried to insert the finger next to the little one, and it
went in!

Sometimes Mark shot his stuff onto her stomach and put it in her
with his fingers. Other times he shot it right into her. Either
way, she used her own fingers to get it farther in, watching how
delighted this made him. She'd noticed she was already wet up
there after she'd had an orgasm, even before he shot the stuff
out. When she asked Mark about it, he explained it was so that
when she grew up and a man stuck his penis in there, it would
slide in and out easily.

There was something else. When he was just about to spurt and he
plugged the tip of his thing right against her opening, it was
special for her too. She wanted it to happen. But big girls liked
the idea of a penis poking right up inside. She kind of liked
that idea herself.

She pretended her ring finger was a penis, and shoved it in and
out in the same rhythm Mark moved his penis. Soon it started
feeling good! Not like when Mark played with her clitoris, but
good. It was something she wanted to keep doing. She was getting
wet inside, so the finger slid back and forth easily. She tried
her middle finger, but it wouldn't go.

The leftovers of Mark's stuff that they couldn't get into her
they cleaned up with tissues. But the stuff that went into her
didn't stay there -- it came back out bit by bit later. He said
he liked it when he saw a wet spot down there or a stain. He
bought her several pairs of fancy panties just her size and she
always picked one of those pairs when he was coming over. The
panties might be prettiest when they were clean, but Mark said
they were best with a little stain right under her opening, and
she started thinking that too.

First she wasn't sure, thinking maybe it was just remembering her
fun times with Mark. Did she feel better after she got sperm up
inside her? She mentioned it to Mark, and he suggested an
experiment. They'd do everything the same but wouldn't put any up
inside her. And it wasn't as nice afterward. Sperm made her feel
just a little happier and -- bigger, somehow. It felt nice.

One afternoon when she felt a bit of Mark's sperm oozing out onto
her panties, she had a naughty thought and went into her bedroom
and shut the door. Lying on her back, legs spread, she stuck her
middle finger up inside -- it went now! She shoved it in and out.
At the same time, with her other hand she played with her
clitoris like she did when she was giving herself an orgasm. It
felt even better doing both at once!

That's when she made her decision. Out went her middle finger,
and she gently tried putting her little finger and ring finger
together inside. The ring finger went in but the little one
didn't easily follow. She pressed and it hurt a little. She
decided she didn't mind and pressed them inside anyway. She poked
that pair of fingers in and out in the same rhythm as a penis,
and pretty soon it stopped hurting.

The next time Mark shot his sperm into her and she felt it oozing
out later, she did the same thing. She got so she could put three
fingers in at once. That was about how thick Mark's penis was,
she thought.

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"I want to try something," she said.

"Oh, what?" said Mark, straddling the girl, erect penis in hand.

"Put it right in front of my vagina."

As usual, he had it nestled inside the little cup her lips made.

"Now push."

"What?"

"I've been getting bigger down there. Push and see if it goes
in."

"I can't do that, Katy. You're just a little girl."

He pulled away and sat beside her.

"I'm not so little. I really want you to be able to put it in
me."

"That's nice of you, but I'm fine with it the way it is."

"But Mark, I WANT you to put it in me!" said Katy.

"You do?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"I dunno. You said big girls like it. Maybe I'm big enough to
like it."

After a pause he said, "You're really sure?" He stroked her
cheek.

She nodded.

He rose again and positioned his penis in her outer cup. "Say if
it hurts, and I'll stop," he said.

She nodded. He pushed, then pushed harder.

The tip went in. It felt strange, but it didn't hurt -- or just a
little.

"Oh, God!" he said, his eyes wide.

He got it in more, and that felt OK too. The next little bit was
too much, and she said "ow". He immediately pulled out.

"Come back!" she said. "It was really nice 'til the last bit."

He entered her again, but didn't go in so far again. He started
going in and out, little teeny ins and outs. It felt way better
than when she did it.

"Can I spurt it out right in here?" he asked urgently.

"Yeah!" said Katy. "That's what I want!"

He got excited fast, and she could tell by his moans when he was
shooting it out. She couldn't feel the stuff going into her, but
this time she noticed that good feeling right away. And it was
more then before.

Afterward she worked hard alone in bed stretching herself out.
The next time he got it in more. And the time after that he could
get his penis way deep into her and it felt nice. When he tried
going deeper it hurt in a different way, and they decided he'd
just reached the back end of her vagina -- she wasn't sure it had
a back end but apparently it did. And when he shot the stuff out
way up in there, that was the best. She definitely felt bigger
and better -- not down between her legs but up in her head. And
she liked the feeling. She loved getting orgasms, but this was
extra-special.

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Naked man and naked girl lay intertwined. Mark had just tucked
his little mess of sperm right up where she liked it best.

"Can you come over tomorrow night too?"

"I'd love to, but I don't know as your mommy would. I already see
you a couple times every week, right?"

"Yeah, but I want more. I like getting your sperms way in deep."
She really did.

Mark hesitated. "Well, if your mommy agrees, I will."

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When her mom came home, she said, "Mommy, can Uncle Mark come
over tomorrow?" Mark stood behind her.

"Oh, I'm sure Mark has things to do."

"He said he would if it was OK with you." Katy felt how much she
wanted it.

"Really? Well, I guess it's OK. But I don't have anywhere to go.
Maybe I'll just stay home. Sit in my office and catch up."

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"I don't want to go to bed!"

"It's already 9:30. You'll be tired in the morning."

"I will not. I'll go to bed when I'm tired." She thought about
how much she wanted to stay up. Sometimes wishing for things made
them come true.

There was a brief pause. "Well, OK, I guess that will work."

She was up past 11.

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She was very tired in the morning.

"You have to get up and get ready for school! You'll be late."

"I'm too tired!"

"Well, that's what you get for staying up so late. Time to get
up!"

Katy woke up enough to really think about how much she wanted to
go back to sleep. She concentrated on it.

"No, I'm just SO sleepy!" she whined.

A pause. "Well... OK, I guess we can call you in sick."

Katy fell back to sleep, relieved -- but something didn't feel
quite right.

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Mark was now staying over three nights a week. He slept in the
guest room, and Katy slept with him. Every night and every
morning, he rowed his penis in and out of her and delivered a big
squirt of sperm way up in her vagina. Sometimes she had him lick
her to an orgasm first, but the squirt was the best part, the way
it made her brain feel bigger.

Toys! They bought toys for her about as fast as she could think
of what to ask for. They piled up in her bedroom faster than she
could play with them.

She had ice cream for breakfast, because she asked for it and her
mom let her. She never ate vegetables any more. They ordered out
for pizza a lot because that was her favorite.

Her mother let her skip three days of school in a row. She had
the feeling her mommy would never make her go to school again.
But when she thought about it, she decided she missed it. She was
a big girl, she could decide yes or no, and she decided yes. She
went because *she* wanted to.

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Her daddy came home after a long trip. She overheard her parents'
heated discussion.

"That doesn't make any sense, Melanie. You're letting her have
ice cream for breakfast? And Mark's pretty much moved in?
Something's wrong."

"I know it seems weird, I'd have never allowed it before. But
I've heard that if you give kids choices, they'll learn to set
their own limits. She skipped school for a while, but now she
goes."

"But no vegetables? Pizza for dinner every night? This isn't the
Melanie I know! I've always trusted your judgment about these
things but, like I said -- something's wrong!"

Katy opened their bedroom door and walked in.

"Katy, we were having a private conversation," said her father
sternly.

She crawled up onto the bed where her father was sitting and
squirmed her way into his lap. "It's about me, right? I can be
here to talk about me!"

"Well..." said her father, awkwardly patting Katy's back. "But no
more ice cream for breakfast!"

"Oh, Daddy. Please," she said, looking at him earnestly. "It's
good food. I like it so much."

He faltered. "Well... I guess there's no big harm in it. But as
for your Uncle Mark, no more staying over all the time."

"But daddy, I like it so much when he's here. He makes life so
much more fun. I'm happy he's here so much!"

"But..." he said. scratching his head. "It's not right... He's
got his own place."

"Please, daddy? Please? I want him to stay over. It's what I
want."

"Well," he said, brow furrowed. "Well, OK then. I guess there's
no harm in it."

Mark kept staying over. Katy kept eating ice cream for breakfast.
She and her mom had pizza for dinner, or else they went out to
Bertucci's or McDonald's. They stopped by the ice cream store for
sundaes after. Mark sometimes joined them.

She refused to brush her hair, and her mom didn't make her. After
a couple days the tangles were a total mess. She asked her mom to
make it better, but it hurt when her mom attacked the snarls. And
when she asked her mom to stop, she did. Her mom suggested
hesitantly that maybe she should get it cut shorter. Katy decided
that was a good solution.

She decided maybe cereal for breakfast was better than ice cream.
She realized she felt better during the day.

Katy was happy. She could do everything her way!

But part of her wasn't so happy, either. She could get her
parents and Mark to do anything she asked. She had to think about
what she wanted, and she didn't always know. She thought about
times in the past when her mommy made her do something she really
didn't want to. She felt mad, but there was a sort of safety to
it, too. Now she didn't get mad, and she could do what she
wanted. But she felt kind of uneasy. What if what she wanted was
the wrong thing?

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"Katy, I have to go away for two weeks. Out to Mountain View for
the team meeting."

"I don't want you to go."

"I know, Katy, and I don't want to go either. But if I don't go,
I'll lose my job and then I won't have any money."

She bet she could tell him firmly she didn't want him to go, and
he wouldn't. But if he lost his job... That sounded bad. Running
out of money was serious. She didn't ask him to stay.

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Mark had been gone three days.

Her mother picked her up from school.

"I want to go to the mall," she said. She'd been feeling kind of
sad, and she knew the mall would cheer her up.

"No, we're going to the store. To buy healthy food."

"No, mommy! I want to go to the mall."

"Sorry, we're going shopping."

Katy stopped, stood in from of her mother with her arms folded,
and said, "Mommy, we are going to the mall!" She thought as hard
as she could about how much she wanted to go to the mall.

"No, Katy, we are not. I don't know what was happening before,
how you talked me into everything. But things are different
around here now. No more pizza and hamburgers every night. Mark
is never staying overnight any more."

Katy had a tantrum, but her mother held firm.

Things rapidly returned to the way they had been. Mark came back
from his trip, but she couldn't see Mark any more. It was school,
homework, chores, healthy food, just a little TV, and early
bedtimes. She could see her friends Kayla and Laura, but somehow
she found them kind of boring.

Katy also felt sad. Sad and small. She missed Mark. She missed
all the games he played with her, and she missed all the things
he bought for her. She missed snuggling with him at night, she
missed the way he loved her body so much. But more than any of
that she missed the times he stuck his penis between her legs and
worked it into her a little, then more, then all the way deep
into her little girl belly, and she missed most of all that
little surge in her mind when he did his spermy business up
inside her.

As the days went by, she kept feeling sadder and smaller. Her
mommy wasn't very sympathetic at all and made her obey the rules
more than she ever had before.

One day she just sat at the dinner table and cried. Her mom told
her to stop, but she just kept crying. Her mommy let her sit in
her lap and cry for a while, but it wasn't a very warm embrace,
and then she made her get off. Katy was miserable and inside
something panicked. Whenever she was desperately sad, she knew
she could count on her mommy for a hug and snuggle until she felt
better. And now it wasn't true any more. She cried herself to
sleep that night.

Her mother asked what might make her happier. She asked politely
the next day if she could see Mark. Her mother hesitated, then
said yes but it would be all of them together, in the living
room.

When he came in the door, she leapt up at him, but he deflected
her and eased her down so she found herself standing on the floor
again. She suggested they go to the bedroom, but he said they
couldn't do that any more. She'd heard her mommy say that
wouldn't happen, but she thought maybe she could convince Mark.
She looked into his eyes. He smiled, but it was a sad smile, and
it felt like his heart was locked in a box where she couldn't get
at it.

Everything was wrong.

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Katy liked to play on the swings in her back yard. On the other
side of the split rail fence were the neighbors. There were the
twins Bill and Mike. They had started high school. And they had
an older brother John. Sometimes they were out playing ball, and
pretty often one of them would come over to retrieve the baseball
or football that had gone astray and into their yard.

They never spoke. She didn't know anything about what it was like
to be a high school boy.

But here Katy was alone in the back yard, swinging back and forth
slowly, feeling sad and lonely. And there was the one twin Mike
by himself, shooting baskets. She had a funny thought. He'd have
a penis in his underpants too. It would get hard and could stick
into a girl too. Sperm would shoot out the end of his too. He
wasn't his uncle Mark, but when she remembered that feeling she
got from the sperm... Was she serious? She decided she was. It
was scary, but...

"Hello, Mike," she said as she swung.

He turned. "Uh, hello?"

She let her dress ride up and swung with her legs apart a little.
He should be able to see her panties.

He looked at her briefly, then looked back again. He let the ball
roll away and came over to the fence.

"Can you push me on the swing? Later I can chase the basketball
and give it back to you." Her heart was pounding.

"Uhhh, OK..." He climbed over the fence and started to go around
behind the swing.

"No, from the front," said Katy, and he did as she asked. As she
came forward she held her legs out straight, and he pushed on her
shoes to send her back. But she kept her legs pretty wide apart
so he could still get a good look at her panties. He definitely
noticed.

"I learned how babies are made," she said with a little grin.

"Oh, um, that's nice, yeah."

"Do you stick your penis in girls?"

"Whoa, uuhhhh, no."

"Would you like to if you could?"

"Uuhhhhhh, well, yeah, of course, but, uhhhh."

He stopped pushing her and she stopped pumping, and her back and
forth slowed.

"I've got a vagina," she said in a loud whisper. "And you could
put your penis in it."

"No way. You might have learned how babies are made but you
didn't learn enough. You're way too young."

"Am not! I'm different. I've already had a big penis in me
before. A bunch of times."

Mike shifted from foot to foot and looked around to see if anyone
was watching them.

She continued. "I can sneak out after dark and meet you here,
OK?"

"I dunno...." said Mike. Just then Katy heard a car turn into
Mike's driveway. He quickly turned and went back over the fence.

Katy went back to swinging.

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Katy tossed and turned that night after she went to bed. She
wanted to go out back, but she couldn't until her mother was
asleep.

She woke up in the middle of the night. Ordinarily she would have
just fallen asleep, but then she remembered! She peeked out into
the hallway, and all was dark. The clock said 12:30. She didn't
know if Mike would show up, but she wanted to find out. Besides,
it was exciting and naughty to creep out of the house. She put on
the same dress she had been wearing that day, socks and sneakers,
and went to the back door. She left it open just a little so she
could get back in.

She walked across the back lawn to the fence. He wasn't in sight.
But maybe he's show up.

There was a little spot to one side where she couldn't be seen
from her house. She stood, listening to the sounds of the night.
The moon was overhead and cast pale shadows.

A minute later she saw Mike's back door open, and he walked
quietly towards her, then crossed the fence. He leaned over until
his head was level with hers.

"You know we'd be in big trouble if anybody found out, right?" he
whispered.

"Oh, yeah, I know! I'd never tell anybody. You want to see?" She
didn't wait for an answer, but lifted her dress, pulled down her
panties to her knees, then lifted the dress again. "See? That's
my vagina."

"Oh, shit," murmured Mike, crossing the fence and squatting down
so he could look at her more closely.

"You wanna touch it? You can..." she said.

Mike looked all around, then sighed as he moved his hand in to
touch her lips, very gently. He gently slid his fingers all
around, touching her out to the side, up top where the slit came
together, and down below.

"There's stuff inside, too," she said, and reached down to open
her lips. "You can put your fingers in."

"Jesus," he said, and tentatively touched her there, then pressed
his middle finger against her opening.

"You can push it inside," she said.

He got the angle wrong a few times, but then his finger went up
most of the way.

"Holy shit," he murmured.

"Now let's see you," said Katy, excited. She touched the front of
his pants and found a bulge. "Get it out so I can see it."

Mike hesitated, then unzipped his fly and wiggled around a bit
until his penis was sticking right out front. Katy had never seen
anyone do that. Mark had always just taken his pants and
underpants off completely.

"Mmmmm," said Katy, fondling the hard organ with her hands.

Mike sighed.

"Now, stick it inside," Katy said, looking around.

"But you're just a little kid!" said Mike. "But maybe you could
suck it."

"No, I want it in me!" said Katy, who lay back on the grass,
panties around her ankles.

"Oh, Christ," muttered Mike, but he lay down on her, aiming his
cock between her legs. She held her lips wide open with one hand,
and as he poked against her too high, she used her other hand to
put him right in front of the place it would go in.

He pressed forward in quick little thrusts. It went inside, and
Katy gasped. His penis was thicker than Mark's.

But Mike kept up the pressure, the quick back and forths, and
soon he was in halfway. His pants felt scratchy against her naked
parts. He was going in and out with quick little pokes, gasping,
and then he let out a big breath and started panting.

Katy felt it, the little surge of warmth inside. It thrilled her.

Mike let his penis slide out and sat on the ground beside her.

"You're so young!" he said. "Shit, you gotta make sure you don't
tell anyone, right? You swear?"

"Yeah, I swear!" she said. "Can you do it again?"

"Right now?"

"Well, yeah, I liked it a lot." She saw his penis was kind of
floppy.

"Give me a sec," he said, and as she watched it got hard again.
He looked all around once more, then pulled his pants down to the
top of his thighs, and turned over and lay down on her. He was
all different than Mark, but that was OK. She felt his hard thing
press her down there and then slide inside, doing that same quick
poking.

"You can go deeper," she said. It felt best when Mark was in her
way deep when he splatted it into her.

Mike didn't need any more prompting, and soon she felt his bone
press against hers on the outside. He went in and out with longer
strokes now, but still fast and strong. It went on longer this
time, and Katy began to feel some pleasure from her clit. But
that wasn't what she really wanted. He sped up and moaned as he
gave her the precious goop. The warm thrill was better this time
since he was in all the way.

He pulled out and sat beside her again, grinning at her.

"I gotta go. Be sure not to tell anyone, OK?"

"Course not. Can we do it again tomorrow night?"

"I dunno, well... yeah, I guess."

He pulled himself together and waited an extra few seconds until
she had panties up and dress down.

Then he left.

Katy turned and walked back across the lawn, smiling. She let
herself in, crept to her room and back to bed.


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All through the next day she enjoyed the lift she'd gotten, that
big feeling in her brain. As she lay down that night, she dreamt
of how she was going to get it again.

But she woke to her mom's voice, telling her it was time to get
up. It was morning, and she hadn't woken up in time!

That afternoon she went out to the swings. Mike came out and
began shooting baskets. He lined up a shot that went over the
backboard and rolled towards her. He climbed over the fence to
retrieve it, and she said quietly, "Sorry -- I didn't wake up.
Try again tonight?"

"Yeah, OK," he said, retrieving the ball without looking at her
and returning to shoot some more baskets.

And that night she kept herself awake. When she found herself
dozing off, she got up and walked around her room. She was really
tired, but the prospect of getting more of those warm feelings
was enough to keep her going. She dressed and waited. Finally the
clock turned from 12:59 to 1:00, and she crept out.

Mike appeared as soon as she got to the swings, and beckoned her
across into his yard. He led her into the shed in their back
yard. He'd cleared a place on the shed floor and had a soft pad
rolled out, with a  sheet over it, and some dim light came from a
flashlight.

Mike stripped off his pants and underpants, leaving him in
T-shirt and shoes. His penis was already hard and he looked at
her eagerly.

Katy stripped but left her sneakers on. It had hurt the first
time Mike went into her, and if it hurt again it was still worth
it to get that feeling. But he looked pretty eager, so she
thought she'd ask. "You lick me first?"

"What?"

She pointed between her legs and made licking motions with her
tongue. "Makes it go in easier."

"Uh, OK, sure, I guess."

She lay back, spread legs wide, and he set about licking her. She
told him it was too hard, to do it a different place, to slow
down, but pretty soon it was feeling really good. She wondered if
she might have an orgasm.

"Is that enough?" said Mike, lifting his head.

She could always get an orgasm playing with herself. What she
couldn't give herself was that wonderful shot of sperm. She
nodded.

Eagerly he crawled up into position, and she guided him inside.
He quickly forced himself in all the way, which felt fine this
time. Katy looked at his face as he pumped away fast and hard. He
had a sort of vague expression, looking off into space. Pretty
quickly he pressed into her all the way and moaned. She felt that
little thrill she craved so much.

He sat beside her, looking relaxed and happy, and looked at her
vagina. "They say little girls are way too small, and don't want
to get it. Why are you different?"

"You don't mind, right?" she said with a mischievous grin.

"No, no, not at all!" She could see his penis pulsing into its
full stiff condition. "In fact..."

She lay back and held herself open, and he mounted again and did
it. He was fucking her. She'd heard that term, a dirty word for
what he was doing to her. And it felt kind of dirty this way.
With Mark it had been all reading stories and doing make believe,
then lots of kisses and fondling before the part where the penis
went in. This was just the penis pokey part. Fucking.

"It feels SO good," he murmured as he pounded away.

She was eager to get his stuff. "You can do it any time," she
said.

"Uh, OK," he said, picking up his pace and getting a look of
concentration. In under a minute he sighed and pulled out again.

He started getting dressed. "Again tomorrow?"

Katy nodded.

"Oh, and yeah, here's this alarm, so you can wake up on time." He
handed her an old digital watch and explained how to push the
buttons to operate it. He'd already set it for 1am.

She had a sudden thought. Getting Mike's stuff was good. But Mike
had a twin. She could get more stuff. "You want to ask Bill if
he'd like to do it too? Like after you're done?"

"Bill? No, that doesn't sound good. He might tell, and we've got
a good thing going."

She felt annoyed, and she felt a confidence. "Mike, I want you to
ask Bill if he'd like to come out too." She thought about how
that was what she wanted.

"But, what do I say? I dunno..."

"Mike, tell Bill! Tell him he can stick his penis in a vagina."

Pause. "OK, OK. But I don't think he'd go for that -- he wouldn't
believe me -- but I could tell him there's something he wouldn't
want to miss."

"OK. You promise you'll tell him?"

"Yes."

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Katy stood inside the shed, fully clothed. Bill came in.

"Whoa! Who are you?"

"I'm Katy, the girl next door."

"Oh, oh yeah. What are you doing out here this late at night?" A
sudden look of surprise. "Wait, Mike isn't like messing with you,
is he? That prick..."

"No! Come here... Lift me up." She willed it.

A confused and uncertain Bill lifted Katy under the armpits, and
she wrapped herself around him.

"Have you ever stuck your penis in a vagina?"

"No, unfortunately..."

"I'm a little girl, but I've got a big vagina. I love it when
boys stick their penis in it. Mike's been doing it to me and
having a great time. I want you to do it to me too."

"But... You're so young... What if anyone found out?"

"None of us are going to tell." She reached down and found a
bulge in his pants. She slithered down into standing position.
"Here's what you get," she said, hitching dress up and pulling
her panties down just enough so her slit showed.

"Oh, fuck..." murmured Bill.

Katy giggled. "Yeah, that's right. You fuck me. Now, strip."

Both were naked. "First, you lick me until I'm wet and ready down
there."

"I can't believe this," said John as he looked at Katy's girl
parts up close. Once he'd decided to do it, he was very
enthusiastic. He licked and licked.

When she was ready, Katy said, "Now, fuck me." She liked using
the naughty word.

Bill figured it out easily enough. It went in fine. Like his
brother, his first time in a vagina was a handful of quick
thrusts and then a delicious squirt. Aaaahhh!

"Now you go and tell Mike to come on in," she said.

She was goopy enough there was no need for licking. Mike dove
right in and gave her another dollop of sticky goo. He left and
ushered Bill in for his second splat way in deep. He left, and
Mike returned. He was on top of her, fucking away, when suddenly
the door burst open.

"I wondered what you were up to," said a new voice. It was John,
the big brother! He laughed. "Found a girl? I'm impressed!"

Mike scrambled off.

"Whoa. I meant a *big* girl. Is that... Katy? What the fuck?" He
turned to his brother. "Are you out of your mind?" Back to her.
"Are you OK, Katy?"

Naked Katy scrambled up and faced the big brother. They said he
was going off to college in the fall. "It was my idea," she said.
"I love it, and they love it too. You're not going to tell." She
thought with all her might about how much she didn't want him to
tell.

"Oh, well, shit..." muttered John.

Katy had a sudden idea. Why not? "And now you're going to do it
to me too."

"Wait, what? No I am not!"

"Are too."

"Am not!"

She grabbed his belt buckle and twisted it a little. "You are!
Right now!" Only then did she think hard about how much she
wanted it.

"I... I... OK, I am..."

I'll just wait outside," said Mike, who dressed and left.

John wanted to touch her different ways, even kiss her, but Katy
hurried him along. He slid in too and lasted a minute or more
before holding his big cock deep inside her and pulsing sperm out
the tip and into her. Another rush.

In short order, Mike finished his second turn from which he's
been so rudely interrupted, John his second, and then Bill took a
third before she decided to call it a night. She might normally
be feeling sleepy, but she wasn't sleepy at all. She felt better
than ever. She felt on top of the world. She felt more powerful
than ever.

Sperm was running down her leg. She looked around for a rag but
used her panties to sop it up as best she could, then headed back
across the fence to her own yard. She crept in the back door.

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"Katy! Where have you been?" Her mother flicked the light on.
"What are you holding in your hand? ... Wait, has something bad
happened?"

"No, nothing bad."

"Oh, no, no, no... We'll have none of that. Not any more."

"I can't be hurt, right? That's why I could do it with Mark."

"Yeah, but that turned out all wrong, with him moving in and your
diet and everything else."

"Mommy! Stop worrying about it! It's just fine!" Before, when
Mark was doing it to her regularly, she would have seen her
mother waver, uncertain. She looked to see if she had the same
power now.

"Oh, OK! If you say so, then everything's fine."

To her surprise, her mother gave in right away.

"So I'm going to bed now, OK? And call me in sick in the morning
-- I'm not feeling so well."

"Sure, sure... I'll do that."

Katy lay in bed but she couldn't sleep. She was the most
important person in the world -- why hadn't she seen that before?
It was so obvious now. She could get more toys, but what did she
care about toys? She was a big girl now. She could eat ice cream
for breakfast -- but that really didn't work out too well last
time. What had she always wanted that she hadn't gotten before?

Disneyland! Mark should drive her to Disneyland. From there, who
knew? Maybe they could take a cruise, or go to Europe. It was
very late when she finally felt tired -- the sky was starting to
get light.

She finally woke up at 11, feeling refreshed. Her mother called
Mark at work and they easily got him to agree to come right over
after he got off work. Her mother took her out to lunch at
Bertucci's, then took her shopping to buy some new clothes,
including some sexy clothes like the big girls wore.

Mark arrived right on time, and she presented her plan. Mark
should take her on a nice, relaxing road trip to Disneyland. It
would be an educational adventure and was more important than
school.

Her mother readily agreed. She would explain it to her father
when he got back from his trip.

Mark said, "What about my job? I can't just take off from work
like that?"

"Sure you can!" said Katy. "You're smart. You can get your job
back whenever you want it. Or get a better one somewhere else.
The break will do you good."

"Well, OK," said Mark. "Sounds like fun!"

And just like that, he was on board with the plan.


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Chapter 4

Mark brought her and her suitcases to his house for the night. He
started putting sheets on his living room sofa, offering her his
bed.

"No, I want to sleep with you!" she said.

"But... Isn't that... It didn't work out so well last time..."

"No, it's fine," she said, thinking just casually of how she'd
like him to do it to her.

He immediately smiled, and within a few minutes they were in bed.
He started to lick her the way he used to to give her an orgasm,
but after a minute she was too eager for his shot of sperm.
Orgasms were kind of boring, actually. He readily enough mounted
her, fucked for a minute and delivered his sticky goo right up
inside her where it belonged. She felt that same little surge.
Mark drifted off with a happy smile on his face. Katy wanted
more. She started playing with his floppy penis as he slept. It
started to get hard, he woke and it quickly got to the stiffness
needed for poking way deep in a little girl. He was delighted to
stick it right where she wanted it stuck, and before long his
body seized up and he gave her another little gift.

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When she woke it was already bright daylight. He was out in the
kitchen, but when she called he happily came back to bed and
stripped so he could pump her between the legs and give her his
squirt. The little good feelings accumulated.

He'd already packed, he cooked her favorite of pancakes with
fresh strawberries and lots of maple syrup.

He was ready to go, but she wanted one more dose of sperm. So
they stripped once more and he mounted. He had to go on for a
long time before he finally finished, but this time she barely
felt anything.

"Did you, um, give me your stuff?"

"Yeah -- but there wasn't much to give. After a while a guy runs
low on sperm and needs time to make more."

So maybe her powerful feeling had partly to do with how much they
gave her? That made sense.

Then they were off in Mark's Accord. As they drove, Katy told
Mark about her trips over the back fence and the enthusiasm with
which the three boys had given her their sperm. She could tell he
was initially upset by this news of her seeking out sex with boys
she barely knew, but she quickly convinced him it was for the
best. She wanted more sperm from more men, and he agreed to help
her get it.

That afternoon they looked at a number of motels before settling
on one with quite a few cars parked in front of the rooms and
with a dozen or more people visible around the outdoor pool.

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With the door locked behind them and their scant luggage set
down, Katy gave the motel room a full 15 seconds of her
attention.

"OK, time for the pool!" she said excitedly. "You come out with
me and wait while I find another man."

"Well, OK," he said. "Are you sure that's going to work?"

Katy shrugged. "We'll see."

Katy put on her hot pink bikini and headed out with Mark. Their
room was 30 yards or so from the pool. Mark sat at one of the
tables under an umbrella. Katy surveyed the crowd.

Boys and girls more or less her age were swimming, laughing, and
talking with excitement. A few parents were in the water with
younger kids. A few others were around the outside keeping watch.
Women and a few men lay on the lounge chairs tanning. She saw one
man by himself, maybe Mark's age, and a good candidate.

As she approached him she had a moment of fear, but then
remembered who she was.

"Hi," she said.

He sat up and looked at her.

"I'm Katy. What's your name?"

"Um, Eric."

"Could you come to my room? Something's stuck and I wondered if
you could help." She gave her most friendly smile, maybe a little
flirty. She thought about what she wanted. It was kind of like
tugging on his mind. She paid closer attention to the process
than she had before, and she could feel some resistance -- she
could sort of sense the part of him she was tugging. She tugged a
little harder.

"OK," he said, the resistance breaking. He put his sunglasses
under the lounge. She looked back at Mark and wrinkled her face
with an "I told you so" expression. He got up and followed her.

Inside the room, Katy closed the door behind her. How to put
this?

She pulled down her bikini bottoms and lay back on the bed, legs
spread wide. "Come do it to me." She felt resistance -- big
resistance.

"What? No, this is crazy. You're just a little kid!"

"It's OK. I'm a very special little girl. I can take it. You just
poke in and wiggle and tuck your sperm up in there."

Big resistance. She tugged back, hard. The resistance broke.

Off came the T-shirt, down went the swim trunks, up popped a
penis. Over crawled the man on the bed. His eyes focused on her
pussy lips that she was holding open. No resistance any more. He
lowered himself, bringing pelvis to pelvis, his a little lower
down. The tip of a hard shaft pressed against her. Up went his
pelvis, in surged his penis. She liked that feeling of getting
stuffed, but even more exciting was what was coming next. He
wiggled his pelvis, driving the penis in and out fast, a vague
but happy expression on his face as he looked down where his
thing was going in and out. A minute went by.

"Squirt it out, way in deep?" she said.

No resistance. She was familiar with the boy pattern by now, the
build-up, the extra hardness inside her, the *desire* -- and then
the delivery. He shoved his long penis in as far as her body
would let it and held very still. He was doing his job... Good
boy! There was the little tickle inside her -- the tickle of joy
and power. The delivery done, he let his penis slither out and
sat beside her.

"That's all, you can go now," she said.

"OK," he said, getting dressed. "Um, you won't tell anyone,
right?" He looked confused.

"Course not, silly."

She slid her bottoms back on and padded out after him to the
pool, then slid onto the bench beside Mark.

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"How'd it go?" he said unhappily.

"Fine. But you know, I had to kind of tug to get him to come with
me, and tug a lot harder to get him to strip and lie on top of
me."

"Tug? You didn't touch him here at the pool."

"Not that kind of tug. Like in my mind. I want him to do it, and
I have to kind of make him."

Mark looked at her with interest. "Oh, so is that how it works?
Like how you got ice cream for breakfast before?"

"Well, probably, but I wasn't thinking about how back then. It
just happened."

"And this trip..." He gazed off into space.

"Thanks so much for taking me on this trip!" she said, cutting
off his line of thought.

After a brief pause, he said, "You know I'll do it to you as
often as you want. I'll lick you all day long. I'd like that
better." He reached out a hand to touch her cheek, then quickly
pulled it back and looked around as if to see if anyone had seen
it.

"Thanks, Mark," said Katy. She took it for granted that he adored
her. She'd had to give a very hard tug to get him to just leave
his job and come on this trip with her, but once they were on the
road he went along happily. "But what I want more than anything
is sperm. You said you only make so much, then you run out. You
should let your factories down there run a while and then do it
again when you have a good bunch to deliver. Sperm makes me feel
good."

"OK," he said with a slight frown, then brightened. "If you want
sperm, I'll do my best to help you get more sperm."

"It was a lot harder to get that guy to do it to me than with you
or any of the boys over the fence."

Mark laughed. "Well, you know me. And as for the boys, they're
eager to stick their dicks into just about anything. Less worried
about consequences. And maybe if it was dark they didn't see just
how little you are. What did you say to that guy, anyway?"

She described how it had gone.

"That's pretty blunt. I can think of some ways it might work
better."

They brainstormed back and forth, murmuring in low voices so as
not to be overheard.

"So, who's next..." mused Katy when they had come to a stopping
place.

"That guy over there."

"Why him? He's with his wife."

"True, but the way he looked at you. I just have an idea." He
suggested a simple plan.

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Mark sat down next to the guy and started chatting. Katy started
talking to the woman, who seemed happy to smile and talk, though
she treated her like a baby. After a couple minutes, the man said
to his wife, "Mark wants to show me something" as he got up.

"What?" said the woman.

"Sports stuff," said the man.

"I know what it is. Men think it's pretty cool," said Katy, "but
you can stay here." The woman shrugged. Katy trotted off along
behind the two men to their room. When they were inside, Mark
said, "I'll leave you two now." He had told Katy he'd walk away
from the pool so the wife would think they were all still
together.

"What?" said the man.

"It's OK, I'm the one who wanted to see you. You think I'm
pretty?" She turned around in a circle, hands on hips.

"You are gorgeous!" he said. His smile was totally sincere.

"Then let me hug you," she said, and jumped up at the surprised
man, wrapping herself around his front. She kissed his cheeks and
ear and giggled. Without any prompting from her, he kissed her
neck and hair. She wriggled down and hugged him around the front,
and noticed a pretty big bulge between them.

"Oooo, can I see it?" she asked, tugging on his swimming trunks.

"Ummm, won't your dad, ummmm....?"

"It's not my dad, and he doesn't mind. Besides, he'll never
know."

He hesitated, and she gave him one small mental tug as he let her
pull the trunks down.

"Ooooo," she said, fondling it. She looked up at him. "Come hug
me on the bed."

He readily followed her, and they lay facing each other. He moved
his face slowly towards hers as if for a kiss, but she turned her
head aside. Instead she grabbed his hand and placed it between
her thighs, then slowly slid it up towards her crotch.

He gulped, eyes wide.

"You rub me gently, OK?" she said. He did, and it felt nice, but
after 30 seconds she was impatient. She pushed his hand aside,
pulled her bottoms down and off, then took his stiff cock in one
hand.

"In your wildest dreams, where would you want to stick that,
huh?"

"Um," he said, swallowing, tentative. "Your mouth?"

"Dream bigger," she whispered. "My pussy is big enough, and hot
and eager to get it."

She lay back and he needed no persuasion to get on top of her.
His eyes were wide with shock, delight, and lust.

She guided him to her opening and he pressed, gently at first,
then harder.

Her pussy stretched to accommodate him, as it did every penis
that entered her. He thrust in and out slowly, reverently, gazing
not at the place where man cock entered girl privates, but at her
face.

"Can I make it good for you?" he said.

He looked at her with the same adoration Mark had. Why not?

"OK," she said. Placing his fingers right above where his shaft
went in, she said, "Just press quick and gentle here while you
keep going in and out."

Adoration, delicious happy feelings on her clit, a big meat
stuffing her... this was very nice!

She shut her eyes as the pleasure built, then felt the waves of
naughty sexual joy break. When her breathing calmed, he said,
"Can I?"

She nodded enthusiastically and lay back. Up above he looked at
her so sweetly. Down below, his cock was plunging in and out with
the same animal rudeness as all the other men. She momentarily
wondered why men liked to do this so much. Once a penis was in
her, she never had to give the slightest mental tug. His
thrusting and breathing intensified. "Yes.... yes.... yes....
YES!" he called out, pistoning in and out as he dumped his juice
into her. It was a happy coincidence that down between her legs
she was an animal too, and her female parts thought a man's
rudeness was just the best thing.

He returned to his wife, and Katy trotted out a minute later in
search of her next sperm donor.

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Katy was perplexed. She joined Mark on his bench.

"Why didn't it work? I told him to do it to me but his penis just
stayed floppy."

"Maybe you've had enough for one day?"

Katy shook her head. SHE would decide when she'd had enough.

"I tugged to get him to take his trunks off, and he didn't resist
more, but it just never got hard."

"That's called erectile dysfunction. His penis just doesn't work
sometimes. It's more common in older men."

The man had had gray hair and was pretty old. So she'd learned
something new. Sometimes penises didn't work.

"What about him?" said Katy. "The one in the red suit."

"Him? He's just a kid. He won't be able to give you any sperm."

Katy wasn't surprised -- though she hadn't been sure. "Oh, I know
that. But... he's kind of cute. Could he still do it to me?"

"Not sure. But look -- he's with his friends. You'd better think
of a really good reason why he should go off alone with a little
girl."

Katy shrugged. "I'll manage."

"OK, if you insist, but if you succeed be sure to tell him not to
tell anyone. The men all know they can't tell, but he might not."

"I will *order* him not to tell anyone," said Katy with command.

He was sitting on the edge of the pool, legs dangling in the
water, watching his friends swim.

She approached and sat beside him. "Hi," she said.

He looked away.

"Hello," she said again, tugging.

"Hi."

"My name is Katy. What's yours?"

"Um, Kyle."

"I've got something cool back in my room. You want to come see?"

"What is it?"

Katy drew a blank. "You want to see me without my bathing suit
on?" she tried instead.

A voice called from the water, "Kyle's got a girlfriend!"

Katy tugged. She yanked. She thought about it. Mark had a point
-- boys didn't like to lose face in front of their friends. She
was just a kid. But she wanted it, and she was more important
than other people. She yanked hard. Kyle's resistance was
immense. He took his head in his hands. Maybe this wasn't worth
it...

She returned to Mark, a little deflated.

But he didn't say, "I told you so." He wasn't that kind of man.
Instead, he said, "How about a swim?"

"OK," she said, and they had a refreshing dip in the pool.

She ordered a cheeseburger and fries for dinner, and then a hot
fudge sundae.

When Mark lay on top of her that night, stuck his thing in,
wiggled it back and forth and then peed the kind of pee she
wanted, it felt good. His factories had been working hard for
her. She got him to give her another dose in the morning.

So off they drove the next day, part of the long journey to
Disneyland.

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Katy saw him from some distance away -- a youth sitting on the
edge of a rock slab near the road, looking down, one leg idly
kicking back and forth.

"Slow down," she said...  "Stop right in front of him." She had a
feeling.

"Katy, what are you doing?"

"I've gotta pee. I bet he does too." She giggled at her joke.
"You think he's old enough to make sperm?"

"Um, yeah, probably," sighed Mark.

She got out of the car and walked the few steps to where he sat.
"Hi, I gotta pee bad. Can you show me where I can go?"

He looked at her with surprise and interest. "Um, anywhere back
there should do." He pointed to the woods that started 30 feet
behind me.

"No, I want you to *show* me," she said. Little tug.

"Well, OK," he said with a shrug and a smile... They walked. "How
about here?" Lots of trees were between them and the road. A rock
shielded them.

"OK," she said, "But you stay to watch." She started to give a
tug, but his resistance was very weak.

So she squatted to pee, shorts and panties around her ankles,
looking up at him watching her. She didn't really have so much to
get rid of. She stood, leaving her panties around her ankles.

"Can I watch you pee? I've never seen a boy pee." The gentlest
tug.

He smiled, looked all around to see if anyone could see them,
then out came his penis. He held it and aimed at the spot where
Katy had made the pine needles glisten.

"I don't really have to," he said after half a minute.

"Wait, keep it out. Can I touch it?" No tug necessary. She
fondled it and it started growing. "I bet you dream of putting
that into girls."

He shrugged.

"I'm little, but I've got a magic vagina. Somehow it can always
fit a penis inside. See, it's the thing you want, right?" She
opened her lips with the hand that was not caressing a fairly
stiff cock. A slight tug with her mind.

"Where?" he said, then answered his own question. "Over there is
flat." There was a cushion of moss.

She lay down for the taking, knees wide apart, ankles still
joined by panties.

He started to lower himself, but she stopped him. "Pull your
pants down!" she said.

"Oh," he said with a  grin, and pulled his cock in before freeing
everything, pants around his ankles.

"Oh, shit..." he murmured as he lay on her and worked his cock
into position. "Aaahhhh!" he said as he penetrated her, and gave
further little happy exclamations as he forced it deeper and
deeper. Then he began the fast in and out that men all did. "What
about you? I do something to make you happy? he said with
confusion.

"No, no! Jam it in really deep and let it all come out!" she
said.

After one brief glance at her he made some more frantic thrusts,
and seconds later he did just what she asked, breathing heavily
and smiling.

She felt especially good from this batch. Powerful, and it was
richer somehow.

When he had rolled to the side and disengaged from her, she
looked at him. "Bet you didn't expect that!" She laughed. "Well,
thanks! I'm going to Disneyland with my uncle."

She was up and decent again. He scrambled to follow. "Wait... Who
are you? What was that about? ... You're so young!"

"Bye," she said, running out of the woods and into Mark's waiting
car.

Mark looked at her and shook his head, then started off.

"What?" she asked, challenging him.

"It just doesn't seem right. I've never heard of anything like
this before..."

"Well, I know it's right for me. And I know what I want. I'm a
very special girl, right? With those special genes."

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At the diner where they stopped for lunch, she saw a burly
tattooed man heading for the men's room, and she quick got up to
follow him. When he opened the door to enter, she forced her way
in too, then closed it behind them and locked it. It was a
one-person-at-a-time sort of rest room.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Pull your pants down." Medium-sized tug.

She fondled the organ that appeared, no tugging required.

"You shouldn't be doing that," he said, but without conviction.

It got pretty stiff, then she licked it a few times to finish it
off. "I'm a lot older than I look," she said. "And I want it."
She pulled her shorts and panties down and hopped up on the sink,
legs spread.

He eyed her, shaking his head. She gave a brief tug.

After a moment, he said, "I never turned down a pussy in my life
so far, and I'm not about to start now."

He approached, no further tug required. He managed to get it into
her a little, but he was on his tiptoes. "I got a better idea,"
he said, putting his hands around her waist and lifting her up,
bringing her close against his body. As he did, the cock that was
in her just a little rose from horizontal to vertical, still
barely engaged with the girl.

Katy was intrigued, wondering what would happen next.

Then he let her down, impaling her on his stiff rod and giving a
little smile. She laughed. He did a few awkward thrusts, but
looked around again, and then, carrying his small, light mate on
his phallus, he walked a few steps to the wall. He pinned her
waist against it with his hands, right next to the paper towel
dispenser, got her at the right height, and began pounding in and
out. Her legs wrapped loosely around his hips.

He pounded away for a minute, then said, "Why you want the cum?
Nice to think you... want my baby, but you're not *that* old..."

"Oh, I just do! I love to get it. And the sooner the better."
Tiny tug.

"OK, baby." Concentration, speed, intensity, and then the lunge
-- and the liquid power went from him to her.

The food had come while she was away, and she began on her meal
when Mark was half-finished.

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"Hi, I'm Katy. What's your name?"

"Sam."

"Hi, Sam." Sam was only 9 years old, but he was awfully cute.

She tried to make some more small talk, but he wasn't so good at
keeping a conversation going.

"Would you come to my room for a couple minutes? I want to show
you something." Tug.

When they were back in the room, she said, "Well, I feel kind of
naughty, but this is what I want to show you." She pulled her
bikini bottom down.

Sam looked away, uncomfortable.

"Could I look at yours? I've never seen a boy before down there."
 Tug. "You can even touch me if you want."

After a few more tugs they were both naked, and she was kissing
him as they stood. Once she got him started, he seemed to like
it. He got the idea of moving his hands all over her body and
needed no convincing to keep doing that too. His little penis got
hard.

When she lay back on the bed, legs spread wide, he needed no
tugging to go in real close with his face and see exactly what a
girl looked like inside her lips.

Without prompting he mounted her and pressed his little organ
into her. It kind of reminded her of her middle finger. Like
every male she'd ever met, he poked it in and out without needing
to be told.

He went on and one for many minutes, then slowed down.

Katy remembered what Mark had told her a few months earlier.
Maybe he didn't know any more than she did back then. "They say
that if you keep going, you might get to a point where it feels
really good and you're finished."

"And... Well, is that OK with you?"

What a sweet boy! "Sure, it's OK. I'm having fun."

So he went at it again, pressing in over and over. She caressed
him and smiled at him. When he seemed particularly excited, she
just said, "Let it go -- let it all out."

And then he gave a little moan and relaxed. She felt nothing way
up inside her, of course.

After he pulled out he was content to snuggle with her for a
little while. She'd never snuggled naked with anyone that small
before -- though he was a little bigger than she was. He would
start to get up, but she tugged on his mind to get him to lie
back down. She liked the touch. But his resistance started
getting stronger, and she saw no reason to keep him.

"A fun little secret, between just the two of us, right?"

"Right," he said, with an honest smile. Then he was gone.

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Katy lay on the motel bed, naked but for her pink bikini top,
legs spread wide, expectant.

"Honey, I don't think I can help you. I'm gay. Women just don't
do it for me -- or girls, either. I'm into men."

She'd heard of gays and lesbians. "So it only gets stiff for a
man?"

"Yeah."

Katy thought a moment, made herself decent, and said, "Wait here"
before running to the pool entrance. She waved to Mark and
motioned for him to come over.

When the three were alone behind the locked door, the man said,
"Oh, are you gay? Hmmmmm."

"No, I'm not gay," said Mark, looking crossly at Katy.

"Well, sometimes straight guys like to get it," he said, licking
his lips and looking at the front of Mark's suit.

"This is my uncle Mark. Would that make your penis stiff?"

"You bet."

"Then do it."

"Katy!"

"You like it when I do it, what's the difference?"

"You might like it," said the man.

"Do it," said Katy, frowning, looking at Mark. Yank. Yank hard.

There were three naked people. The man was looking lustily at
Mark's limp penis. His own was hard.

"So now you can stick it in me, right?"

"Yeah," sighed the man. "Honey, why don't you let me do you doggy
style. That way I can pretend you're just a really little twink."

So Mark sat just below the pillows. Katy got herself into doggy
position, butt up and face down on the mattress pretty close to
Mark's crotch. And the man caressed Mark's penis, which hardened.

"Sure you don't want it in the butt, honey? That's what I'm used
to."

"No, my vagina!"

"Well, OK, I'll pretend you're a twink with an extra butt hole.
You guide me, OK?"

She positioned him, and he forced himself into her vagina and
began thrusting.

"Oh, my... That is a lovely rectum you have, honey. It really is
kind of custom made for a penis, isn't it? If only men had one
like that... Uh, oh, I'm losing pressure." She could feel him
getting soft.

"But this should help." He lowered himself and took Mark's cock
in his mouth. He mouthed it for many seconds, and it got stiff,
as Katy felt his own getting stiff inside her.

"You're supposed to go in and out," said Katy.

"Oh, sorry," said the man, thrusting again. "I'd love to swallow
your cum," he said to Mark.

"No, he's got to save that for me!"

Katy saw Mark nod.

"You've got to go in and out and spurt deep inside me," said
Katy. Small tug.

"OK, honey," he said, grappling her hips and beginning a fast and
earnest copulation.

In under a minute she felt him harden and then sigh as he
delivered the stuff right where she wanted it.

"A new experience," he sighed, withdrawing.

"You can go now," said Mark. Katy didn't contradict him, so the
man dressed and left. "Toodle-oo!"

"What's wrong?" said Katy, not tugging on Mark at all.

"I'm not gay. I only like girls."

"What difference does it make whether he licks it or I do?"

"It makes all the difference."

Katy didn't really understand. She felt a little bad. But she
needed sperm, and Mark had said he'd help her get it.

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Late that afternoon, when Katy had gotten six guys to dump their
sticky stuff in her girliness, she took a break, feeling just
great. She noticed Mark's gaze following one girl. He didn't
stare, but he took long looks whenever she was turned the other
way. The girl was maybe 11, with a pretty face, big blue eyes,
and long blond hair. Katy hatched a plan.

First she told Mark to go back to the motel room, and she'd be
along in a minute. Then she introduced herself to the girl. Liz
was her name. Liz required no tugging, and talked with Katy like
she might to a younger sister. "You want to come play in my
room?" she said. Mild tug. Moderate tug.

"OK, I can do that." She followed Katy.

"Oh," said Mark when they appeared. He was sitting on the bed
reading.

"See who I brought?"

"Ummm, yeah..."

"I saw you looking at her."

Liz looked puzzled.

Katy continued, "You said it matters who, right?"

"Oh, no," said Mark. "No, no... Nothing like that."

Katy was full of sperm, confident and full of energy. She knew
what was good for Mark.

"Take your suit off, Liz." Yank. Firm yank. A confused-looking
girl peeled off her one-piece.

"You too, Mark." Firm yank.

"Now lie down, Liz, and let him make you feel good." Yank.

Mark looked at Katy.

"Do it," said Katy. Good, sharp yank. She seemed to have an ample
supply today.

So Mark slid onto the bed next to Liz and began caressing her.

She just barely heard Mark whisper in Liz's ear, "I'm sorry
honey. She's making me do this. Making you do it too." Liz gave a
quick nod.

And then he began to caress her, tenderly, gently, everywhere. He
kissed her on the lips and she kissed him back. His hands
fingered her nipples, which at her age were just starting to
stand out. He caressed her mound down below, where a few light
hairs were coming in.

Katy noticed that she wasn't doing anything -- not the tiniest
hint of a tug. The two were eagerly making out. Liz spread her
legs wide apart, encouraging Mark to massage her between the legs
more. Katy saw him poke a finger into her vagina, then slide it
in and out. When it was out, Katy could see that it was wet.

Mark shifted down and began licking Liz between the legs. She
responded with little gasps and occasional pelvic twitches.

But then she propped herself up a bit and said to Mark, "Can I
play with you?"

With a glance at Katy, Mark lay on his back and Liz caressed him
a bit, focusing quickly on his male parts. His cock was already
quite stiff. After a brief hesitation, Liz started exploring
Mark's organ with her tongue.

"You should do it to her for real," said Katy.

Liz looked troubled.

"But it will hurt her," complained Mark.

"She's wet, I saw." She tugged hard. Mark resisted firmly. She
tugged again, and he resisted again. She had plenty of more power
if she wanted to use it.

"Please!" he said to her, with such a teary look and such
intensity that she stopped. Maybe Katy didn't quite understand
what was involved here.

"Well, OK," said Katy. Time for a change of plan. She wanted it!
She scrambled up on the bed, edging Liz higher, and presented
herself for the taking. Mark plunged into her, expression hard to
read, though he was glancing at Liz.

"Hold yourself open so he can see," said Katy. Liz spread her
legs wide and complied without any need for a nudge.

"Now come quick, quick, quick!" she said to Mark. No tug
required.

Mark made ten long, deep strokes and then groaned as his eyes
stayed glued to Liz's open pussy.

Katy felt the warmth of power, but then felt a bonus! She'd never
gotten a dose like this before.

When they had relaxed a minute, Katy said to Liz, "OK, you can go
now."

As Liz worked herself back into her one-piece, Mark said, "And
don't tell anyone?"

"Oh, right," said Katy. "Don't tell anyone." Yank -- resistance.
"Ever." Hard yank -- more resistance. "OK?" Harder yank -
resistance overcome.

"OK," said Liz.

"This will just be a special little treat -- a nice memory."

Liz nodded and left.

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So Mark didn't want to hurt a girl by sticking it in her pussy if
the pussy wasn't ready. That was nice of him. He was nice to
girls that way like he'd been nice to her.

But Katy learned. She got Mark to confide some of his fantasies.

And so one day girls of ages 3 and 4 lay against the headboard,
one on each pillow. Both had towels wrapped around their heads
over their eyes so they couldn't see. They had both shed their
1-piece suits and lay with legs wide apart. Katy lay below, and
Mark was on her, fucking away quietly.

The girly mounds of the two little ones both glistened from where
Mark had licked them, and now he had his left hand pressed
against the one crotch and his right against the other, a grin of
pure lust on his face. He gave Katy the most empowering spurts
she'd ever received.

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One evening the only group at the motel's pool was a handsome
16-year-old boy and three girls who looked to be a year or two
younger.

Katy used some hard yanks to get the boy back to her motel room
and get his delicious mess of sperm. She released the boy and he
returned to the girls. When Katy returned a minute later, she had
to walk by them to get to Mark. She realized that while she'd
made sure the boy wouldn't tell, the girls could probably tell
something interesting had happened -- and they had been excluded.
One of the girls stood in Katy's way and jostled her. She tried
to get around her by the edge of the pool, and the girl
accidentally on purpose bumped her hip, sending her into the
water with a splash.

She coughed and spluttered and paddled to the edge of the pool.
The three girls were laughing at her. She was Katy. No one
laughed at her! She was aware of Mark approaching but waved him
back, then she addressed the teens with malice in her eye.

"Don't move, any of you."  They quieted and stood, looking at her
as she clung to the edge of the pool.

"Pick your noses, you girls," she said, and when they hesitated,
said, "Do it!"

The girls picked their noses, eyes wide.

"Now put your fingers in your mouth... Again..."

Katy savored the moment, wondering what to do next.

"Take your tops off and show me your boobs."

Three faces reacted in surprise and confusion as their own hands
took the three bikini tops off, glancing at the boy.

"Now, pee. Standing right where you are."

One by one, wet appeared at the crotch of the bathing suits and
tricking down a leg. None of them had been in the water, so it
was impossible to miss just what was happening.

The boy was trying not to laugh, and the girls could see. They
looked miserable -- just like they deserved.

"OK, now get out of here," Katy said.

The girls were all too eager to flee, working their tops back on
as they hurried away. The boy followed them, but turned to give
Katy a big smile before leaving the pool.

She felt very powerful indeed.

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STIs were no longer an issue. Hormonal contraceptives were so
unobtrusive by then that most parents who weren't super-religious
just routinely gave them to their girls at puberty. This made
condoms a specialty item. But after she described what she wanted
to do, Mark said that was what she needed, and he found some.

Katy had a gorgeous 13-year-old lying back on the bed, tearful,
legs spread. A pimply and awkward classmate was on her in
mounting position.

"Fuck her!" commanded Katy.

She tugged hard on the girl to keep her still, but needed just
the gentlest nudge on the boy. He pressed hard and harder with
condomed cock. The girl cried and yelped, the boy lunged forward
and punched into her. The girl cried while blood leaked out onto
the sheets.

Katy was strangely thrilled.

The boy pressed his advantage and plowed into his bloody mate to
the hilt, then began quick frantic strokes. Seconds later he
gasped as he came.

Following Katy's quick succession of commands, he pulled out and
unrolled the condom. Katy grabbed it and, holding herself wide
open, plunged it into herself inside out.

"Now stick it in me... all the way!"

The boy's still-stiff penis surged up into her, pressing the
reversed condom in deep.

Oh, that was splendid! Such power and happiness! The sperm of
rape plastered into a pussy that in contrast was entirely
welcoming.

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The progress towards Disneyland was slow, as they checked out of
one motel just before 11, and checked into the next before 3 or 4
-- having stopped for lunch in between.

Sometimes Katy saw something she wanted to look at, and of course
Mark humored her.

One afternoon they were driving on the highway through a city
right on the coast. Katy wanted to go down to the docks. Mark
took the exit and drove towards the waterfront. He pointed out
that it was a tough neighborhood. Katy didn't care. They emerged
into the dock area, a few abandoned warehouses behind them. They
got out of the car and walked along the edge. Katy liked the
dirty greenish water, the big posts coated with black tar, and
she liked that they were alone.

She heard quick footsteps behind them. When they turned to look,
the seedy-looking young man approached.

"Stay calm," urged Mark quietly. Katy was scared.

The man produced a gun from inside his sweatshirt. Katy was
terrified.

"Your wallet," he demanded of Mark.

Mark fished it out slowly and tossed it gently at the man's feet.

He picked it up and smiled at the fat wad of bills. He stuck them
in his pocket.

"Thank you kindly," he said sarcastically and laughed. He pulled
some of the plastic cards out one by one and tossed them aside,
then threw the wallet over his shoulder.

"Suckers," he said and turned away. Katy was relieved.

But after he had walked a few steps, Katy remembered who she was.
And she became furious.

"Stop!" she yelled.

"Katy!" said Mark urgently.

"Turn around!" she said.  "Point the gun at your head!"

"Katy, no, no, don't!" said Mark.

The man's eyes were wide with confusion and fright.

She paused to savor the moment, feeding her rage with the man's
frightened look.

"No, Katy, no, no...!" whispered Mark.

"Pull the trigger!" she shouted.

There was a bang and the man fell, blood gushing from his head.

"Oh, Katy, Katy, let's get out of here," said Mark, taking her
hand and yanking her towards the car.

"Stop," she said. "Get your money back... Do it!"

Meanwhile she walked around picking up all the plastic credit
cards and IDs. Mark found one she'd missed.

They walked back to the car, got in, and Mark drove quickly
through the neighborhood back to the highway.

The blood pouring from the man's head had surprised Katy, but on
the whole she felt satisfied.

"He was a mean, terrible man," she said at last.

"But, Katy... Don't you see, we can't do that? Take the law into
our own hands?"

"I didn't do anything. He did everything." That's what she said,
but she knew it wasn't quite right.

She wondered what *his* sperm would have felt like inside.

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At Mark's warning that the police might be after them if someone
had seen their license plate, they drove well into the evening
until they crossed the state line. He gave her his juice with
little enthusiasm. They got up early the next morning and drove
all day.

They picked up one hitchhiker and brought him close to his
destination and parked. Mark went off for a few minutes,
supposedly to pee in the bushes, while she got the man to give up
his sperm to her in the back seat.

That night Mark gave her his earnest contribution, and once again
in the morning, but Katy was unsatisfied. She started feeling
like she was shrinking.

They found a city park the next morning, and Katy in turn waylaid
four joggers and in the bushes brought each of them in turn fully
under her spell. Once tugged into mounting her, they behaved like
the male animals they were and happily delivered  their semen
deep inside her, just where she wanted it. That was better!

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The motel that night was full and the pool area crowded.
Fortified by a few shots up the vagina in the usual fashion, she
devised a more ambitious plan.

Soon four very attractive teen girls occupied their motel room.
One each bed one was on her back, spread wide for the taking, the
other on hands and knees with her butt up in the air to get it
doggy style. Mark stood outside, ordered reluctantly to stop any
of the four from leaving in case Katy's control of the girls was
weaker than she expected. Meanwhile Katy corralled a series of
men and big boys to come in for a treat.

She outfitted each with a condom and told him to fuck away in
whatever series of pussies he fancied, but as soon as he came
he'd have to quick pull out and do the reverse condom trick so
Katy could get the sperm. If one of them couldn't stay stiff long
enough to act as a manly plunger, she had a compact flashlight
that would serve instead.

After getting nine doses of very exciting semen that way, Katy
was flying. She had never felt so good in her life.

She was full of ideas and energy. Mark, old stick in the mud,
told her politely how they would never work until she told him to
shut up and listen. She was going to find rich people and suggest
they give her large gifts of cash, so she could buy a bunch of
houses. Maybe she could buy Disneyland! She was going to go to
Washington and get those Democrats and Republicans to work with
each other -- or just do what she said. She'd build a summer
house on the moon. She couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

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The next morning Katy woke up feeling groggy and feverish. Her
muscles ached. She vomited and had diarrhea. When she was even
worse that evening, Mark took her to a hospital and they said she
had the flu. They kept her there overnight -- or was it two
nights? -- then she ended up in a quiet motel room. She slept a
lot, waking up long enough to pee or drink or have some soup Mark
spooned into her.

Then she got so she was awake for an hour. She was very tired,
but thought some sperm would pick her up. It always had. She
didn't need any energy to get sperm -- it was the man who needed
it. She asked Mark to give her some, but he refused. She ordered
him. She tugged on him just as hard as she could, but it didn't
do any good. She hadn't had any sperm up her pussy for several
days now -- seven, Mark told her -- and she had no more power.

Mark sat with her the next afternoon. He said her parents were
coming that night and he'd probably never get to see her again --
or never alone together. She was as indignant as her weakened
condition allowed, but he explained it and it kind of made sense.
They both knew that she could make people do things when she got
sperm up her pussy. Her mother was pretty sure of it too. And now
she was going to make sure Katy never got any sperm again.

Mark said the trip had been a disaster. Katy disagreed at first,
but he reviewed with her everything they had done. What had
seemed so obvious and sensible at the time no longer did.

Had she really been responsible for men raping girls? Had she
really had some girls picking their noses and peeing themselves
just because she was mad at them? And had she really gotten a man
with a gun to shoot himself in the head? As they went over
things, it all felt pretty different -- and pretty bad. Katy
realized she had been a very bad girl.

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For weeks, Katy's mother made sure she was never alone -- never
free to sneak over the back fence and get some horny boy to give
her some sperm. Someone was always watching her -- someone
female. Yet they couldn't keep Katy under guard for the rest of
her life. Even if they had wanted to, there was no medical
diagnosis under which she could be detained against her will.

But Katy understood now. She had turned 7 years old on August
31st, and maybe that helped. It hadn't been good when she'd
arranged to eat ice cream for breakfast or strain the family's
budget buying toys for her. But it really wasn't good to skip
school for weeks or to make Mark lose his job. It really wasn't
good to make a man kill himself, even if he was a mean man. It
really wasn't good to leave a dozen girls knowing they had been
sexually abused or raped, and not understanding why they hadn't
said no -- not remembering any force or coercion. It really
wasn't good to leave over a hundred men with a memory of raping a
small girl, feeling they were responsible when they really
weren't. Because while they'd mostly all done her with enthusiasm
once they got started, she really had had to tug at them to
overcome their basic decency and morality.

Katy had the genes to guarantee that early sexual experiences
would not harm her, but she didn't have anything to keep her from
hurting other people.

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Chapter 5

Katy lay back on the bed, legs spread wide, a stiff penis
thrusting in and out of her pussy.

"You're a disgusting man," said Katy, face set in hatred.
"Violating a poor innocent little girl!"

"I know," whispered the man.

"You're worth less than a turd!" She grabbed one of his nipples
between her thumbnail and fingernails and clenched just as tight
as she could.

"Ow!" cried the main plaintively, "Ow!"

Katy felt that extra hardness, the extra girth, the slightly more
insistent thrusting inside her.

She slapped the man across the face as hard as she could.
"Asshole!"

"Yeesssssss!" cried the man, holding still inside her, gasping
for breath.

Seconds later he rolled off and lay beside her, a silly grin on
his face.

"You're a baby-raping scumbag!" snarled Katy.

"It's OK now," said the man, smiling at her. "We can stop."

Katy relaxed and grinned, noting his cock shrinking inside its
condom.

"You're just the best," he said, looking at her and stroking her
smiling cheek. "And you don't mind? You're not going to be
scarred for life?"

"Nope. Make-believe is fun!" She glanced at the clock. The man
followed her gaze.

"Just five more minutes," he said wistfully.

"What do you want to do?"

"I just want to lie here and admire you," he said, propping
himself up on an elbow and caressing her with the other hand.
Figure eights around her nipples, down one arm and back up,
through her hair, then down over her tummy and between her legs,
down the inside of one thigh and back, then the other.

Katy lay back and smiled. Touch was nice.

"OK, you can go," he said. "Don't want to keep the next guy
waiting." He gave her a simple smile.

That was one part she didn't like, when they had these tearful
goodbyes. She kissed him once on the cheek, then retrieved her
panties and dress and went through the door into her "green
room". She couldn't blame them for being emotional. This was the
first and last time these guys would ever have sex with a little
girl. For some of them it was the first and last time they'd ever
have sex.

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Katy stretched. She could rest, take a shower, eat a snack --
whatever she wanted. She heard the guy she had just left opening
the door to leave, and moments later she heard Marsha go in to
change the bed and make sure everything was in order for the next
guy who would get ready for her in Room A. To help her decide
what to do next she took a peek on the screen for a description
of the guy waiting in Room B. "Shy and awkward, not very verbal,"
said the report. "Simple will do." The video feed showed him
sitting nervously on the bed in T-shirt and shorts.

Katy looked herself over in the full-length mirror. The last guy
hadn't covered her with sweat or anything. Down below her pussy
had closed up nicely. The lips were still engorged, but this guy
in Room B wasn't likely to be very discriminating. Certainly no
need to take a shower. Her hair was a bit mussed, but not even
worth a combing. She grabbed a simple white dress off the rack
and put it on, not bothering with panties. She took a deep breath
and opened the door.

The guy stood and glanced at her, then looked away.

"Hi," said Katy.

"Uh, hi," he said in reply.

She approached him, and as he didn't initiate anything, she said,
"Let's see what you've got in here," tugging his shorts and
underpants down. She found an unremarkable penis. "Ooooo, let me
play with this," she said, caressing it. It quickly swelled with
blood, then stiffened. She reached for a condom, opened the
package and deftly unrolled it to cover his organ snugly. She
pulled his shorts and briefs down all the way and he stepped out
of them.

"Would you like to see what's under my dress?" she said with a
simple smile.

He nodded and looked away. She then lay back on the bed, legs
spread a bit, leaving the dress hem at her knees.

"Come here," she said, "Kneel on the bed." He did. As he made no
move to explore between her legs, she slowly raised the hem of
the dress. His eyes were glued to her, and when her smooth girl
parts came into view, he said, "Oh, shit..." His cock twitched
once.

"This is where it goes," she said, tracing a finger up her slit.
"Come lie on me."

At last he grinned and lowered himself into position, eyes fixed
on her pussy slit. Katy pulled the dress out from under her until
it was around her waist.

He aimed his cock, and she held herself open.

He gave a little gasp when his cock made contact with her warm
tissues, then thrust to get his cock tip fully inside, then began
thrusting in earnest, almost frantic. His gazed stayed locked on
the place he was going in and out of her.

"Unnh, unnh, unnnh..." he vocalized softly as he pounded away.
She figured that to him she was nothing but a pussy built into
the right spot in a little girl. She tried to think about him the
same way. He was a penis driving in and out of her. She felt full
and warm, and the motion felt good. Sexy good, as his shaft
tugged at her tissues to make her sexy nerves happy. The penis
swelled, the strokes got long and slow, and then he surged deep
inside for his moment of climax, then immediately began thrusting
wildly once more. But within a few seconds he pulled out and
flopped onto his back, eyes closed.

"Was that nice?" she asked, sitting up.

He nodded, a relaxed grin on his face. His eyes opened.

"All finished?"

He nodded again, eyes on her pussy.

"OK, bye," she said, and hopped up and went back into her green
room.

He followed her with a lazy wave.

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After Katy recovered from her tumultuous road trip, she talked to
Mark on the phone. Sometimes the conversations were long. (He did
get his old job back. His absence was called a psychiatric
breakdown -- which was really quite close to the truth.) They
went over everything they had been through together, as she kept
seeing more clearly all the things she had made people do.

She realized she wanted to give back to the world, partly to
atone for the awful things she had done. She knew that she with
her special genes could offer a gift that no one else could
offer.

At first she had just met with one of Mark's online buddies for
an hour's visit. He was thrilled and she didn't mind at all. He
used a condom, of course. No more semen gifts for Katy! Then he
met another one. That one asked her if she'd marry him. She felt
like he really would have if he could, but it wasn't possible.
And he knew it too. The two of them reinforced what Mark had been
telling her --  how there were so many pedophiles who dreamed of
an hour with a girl like her.

One thing led to another, so here she was, a year and a half
later. Most Saturdays, she spent from mid-morning to mid-evening
in this suite of rooms that used to be where a doctor saw
patients in his house. A home office. She went there some Sundays
too. She had two helpers. There was the receptionist -- Robin,
today. And there was the "maid" Marsha who changed the sheets and
helped Katy between visitors with her hair and whatever else she
wanted. Sometimes she really got into a rhythm, and by going
between rooms A and B, she let pedophiles achieve their dream at
a faster pace.

A stream of "gold-star pedophiles" got to visit her, ones who had
never acted sexually with a child or looked at child pornography.
Many pedophiles stay closeted their entire lives. Others have no
interest in a one night stand -- a one hour stand, really. Some
aren't attracted to a 7-year-old -- or the 8-year-old she became.
But that left tens of thousands of pedophiles in the United
States who were interested, and they were selected by lottery.
And what was maybe a 10% chance that they would win the lottery
some day gave them hope. Some reported it was an added factor in
making sure they stayed away from other little girls.

If they agreed to limit themselves to a 20-minute session, their
chances of winning the lottery were higher. A sophisticated
computerized system organized things. Mark was in charge of it.
If he saw guys who were questionable, he ran them by Katy. If she
really didn't like the looks of someone, it just so happened that
he never won the lottery. But she didn't turn many away. Fat men
deserved a little happiness just as much as skinny ones.

Katy's identity was never revealed, and to all her peers she just
had some sort of intensive commitment that took large chunks of
her weekends. But among pedophiles, the amazing "Alice" became
legendary.

If the condom broke, Katy immediately notified the receptionist,
who canceled the rest of the day's appointments and notified her
mother, who kept watch on her for 48 hours. Katy sometimes felt
that little lift if a condom broke, but she also remembered the
consequences and never tried to do anything with it.

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She looked at the description of her next client and gulped. Mark
had been reluctant to let people like him visit her, but she
thought they deserved a turn too.

For this one she took a quick shower and then brought in Marsha
to help dry and comb her hair and help her into her schoolgirl
uniform. It had a white blouse, plaid skirt and plaid vest, white
tights and shiny black shoes.

"You sure you're up for this?" Marsha looked at her earnestly.

Katy nodded. She'd done four of these before, and they'd all
worked out fine.

"Ah, Alice," said the man as she entered. He was in a fancy suit,
with silver hair. He could easily have been a company president.
"Are we ready?"

Katy nodded.

His voice changed tone. "Alice, you're late again! Why are you
late?"

"I don't know, I'm sorry," she said, adopting a higher, more
tentative voice.

"Well, you need to be punished."

"I'm sorry. Please don't punish me."

"Sit on the bed," commanded the man. He sat beside her. He ran
his hand up and down her back and across her cheek. "Sit up
straight!" he commanded. This let him explore her stomach and
chest.

She looked straight ahead.

"Look at me," he said, as he placed a hand on her knee and slowly
slid it up under her skirt.

"Not there," said Katy. "That's private."

"Not any more. The other punishments haven't worked. I told you
it would come to this if you didn't behave. Spread your legs
more."

As his hand reached her panties and began stroking her crotch,
she whimpered, "No, no, not there..."

"Yes, there!" he said with excitement. His fingers began poking.
He put his thumb through one panty leg hole and his fingers
through the other and squeezed her labia in a bunch. "Ha!" It
didn't hurt, but still she said, "Nooo!"

"On your hands and knees, Alice!" he commanded.

"No," whimpered Katy, but she got on her hands and knees on the
bed.

"No part of you is a private part from your daddy, you
understand?"

"Yes.... Yes, daddy," Katy said meekly.

She could feel him kneeling on the bed behind her, and turned
around to look.

"Eyes to the front!" he commanded, and she looked forward again.

"Let's see what we've got down here." He flipped her skirt up
over her back and unceremoniously grabbed her panties and pulled
them down to her knees. "God, are you disgusting. Filthy. I was
supposed to have a son, but your bitch of a mother had a *girl*
instead." He spat out the word 'girl' like it was a curse. "No
proud, strong penis. No balls. Just a bunch of nothing. But then
there's this," he said, opening her lips and slipping a finger
just barely into her pussy. "God, you're pathetic even for a
girl. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. No wonder you try to
hide these parts. They're private because they're disgusting."

"I'm sorry, daddy," she said quietly, sniffling. "I'll try to be
good." This man was a good actor. She was really glad her real
daddy wasn't anything like him.

"You'll never be any good -- you're just a girl." His finger
disappeared from her pussy and she heard an exaggerated sniff.
"Oh, Christ, you smell disgusting! Don't you ever take a bath?
Probably wouldn't help. Can't wash the gross out.... But we still
have to punish you." Katy heard rummaging around, heard a zipper,
heard cloth moving over flesh.

"Ready for your punishment?"

"Yes, daddy."

"Do you admit you've been very bad and need to be punished?"

"Yes, daddy."

She felt fingers on her pussy. Then she felt a warm knob.

"No, daddy. No, No, I'm sorry, anything but that! I'll be good, I
promise!"

Then she felt a surge inside. He was pretty thick, and she could
tell he had a condom on, as promised.

"Ouch!" It didn't hurt, but she figured that was what the part
called for.

"Oh, you haven't felt anything yet." He surged again and again,
and she discovered from a deep bump that he was long as well as
thick.

"No, daddy, please, no, I'm sorry, daddy," she whined, over and
over.

"You should thank me for being willing to degrade my phallus by
sticking it in your disgusting little sewer cunt," he said.

"Thank you, daddy," she said. "For punishing me with your
magnificent penis."

He did long, slow strokes, coming out almost all the way before
surging back inside again.

"You're bad!" he said and smacked her on her right hip.

"Owww," said Katy, "I'm sorry..."

The man grappled Katy's hips and fucked in and out of her
furiously.

"Very, very bad!" he said whacking her on the hip again. This
time it really hurt a little.

Katy switched to her normal voice. "That's hard enough, OK? No
harder."

"What? You think you can tell me how much to punish you? I'll hit
you however hard I want. Maybe that will make you learn to be on
time!" He whacked her harder.

Katy said, "No, that's too hard, you've got to stop now!"

"Damn you! See if I take any guff from a stinking little cunt
like you!" He whacked her even harder.

Katy had already moved her hand to the panic button, and now she
pressed it.

A loud buzz sounded outside the room, and a very loud, very deep,
very commanding male voice thundered from speakers in the room,
"Stop at once!" A recording.

"Oh, shit," said the man in his normal voice, freezing. Two
seconds later the door burst open and Robin strode in. The man
disengaged from Katy's pussy and cowered back as Katy turned on
hands and knees.

Robin was two years out of college, where he had played defensive
tackle. He seized the man by the shoulders. "You asshole," he
said, shaking him. "Alice doesn't press that button for nothing!"

"It's OK, Robin, don't hurt him!" commanded Katy.

Robin seemed reluctant to ease up on the man, but he did.

"Are you OK?" said Marsha, bending over, hand on Katy's back.

Katy thought about it. "Yeah."

She looked at Katy's hip. "Oh, look at that, I bet that will be a
nasty bruise!"

"What do we do?" asked Robin, behind the man with his arm loosely
around his throat.

"Ask Alice," said Marsha.

Katy thought.

"God, I'm so sorry Alice, I got carried away. Stupid, stupid,
stupid me! Shit! Almost like I had to act like my uncle did.
God!"

Robin said, "I don't give a shit what your uncle did! You don't
do it to anyone else! Especially Alice!"

Katy said, "Let me think." The magnificent phallus was quite limp
now. "Those things you said... Do you believe girls are gross?"

"Oh, God, no! I think girls are wonderful. I think you're amazing
--"

"Get dressed," said Katy, as she put her own clothing back into
its decent configuration.

The man put his trousers back on. Robin stood back, arms folded
across his chest.

Katy stood up on the bed with her shoes on the sheets. Maybe she
was a little bad, she thought with a little smile.

She motioned the man to come stand in front of her, and she put
her arms on his shoulders, looking down at him.

"You promise you'll never ever do anything like that again."

"I promise. Never. I'll never let myself even visit a kid again.
I'm so sorry, Alice, I --"

Katy bent down to give him a hug. "You poor man," she said
softly. "Be good from now on." She broke the hug and kissed him
on one cheek, then the other. "Goodbye".

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Robin saw him out, while Marsha sat down on the bed with Katy.
"We'll cancel the rest of the day. Maybe we should stop this
whole thing. You could have been hurt!"

Katy shook her head. "No, I'll just take a few minutes."

"You're a saint, Alice," said Marsha. "Hugging him and kissing
him like that."

"No, no, I'm not a saint," said Katy sadly. Marsha had no idea
about Katy's past. But what came to Katy's mind was the image of
a frightened girl, legs spread wide. At Katy's command, a man had
driven his penis into the girl, over and over. The girl cried
while blood leaked out of her, the raping penis violating her
over and over. Katy's raping penis. "Not a saint."

Katy took a hot shower and rested. They decided to defer the next
man on her schedule to another day but let her see the next
instead.

For him she dressed in a silk negligee, and the room was
darkened, lit by just a couple candles.

For his hour, the man simply adored her body. First through the
negligee and then without it, he caressed every inch of her,
kissed her hair, her cheeks, her backside, and then her front
side. He said he really didn't see why she should take her
panties off, as that was so personal, but Katy had insisted.
"That's part of me too," she said with a smile. He was apologetic
but also grateful. From time to time he gave adoring comments in
a soothing voice. He clucked sympathetically over the bruise on
her hip; she said she'd fallen the wrong way in the playground.
By conspicuous absence the only places he didn't kiss her were
her nipples and between her legs. She let him kiss her on the
lips, but not for very long. His soothing attention finished
calming her, and washed away those nasty things the last man had
said about her, even if it was make-believe.

After his time was up, Katy was ready for the next man. He was a
funny, personable guy who carefully brought her to a sweet little
orgasm with his tongue. He ended up mounted on her in missionary
position, thrusting away, obviously just thrilled with her in
every respect, and climaxed deep in her pussy.

With her last visitor of the day gone, Katy took a bath. She
leaned over in the tub and took a look at her pussy as she washed
it. A couple pairs of lips and a tunnel leading inside. If she
felt like letting some guy stick his penis in, she let him. The
men always loved it, acting like it was the best thing in the
world. Katy liked making people happy. To her, the sensations
usually felt kind of good, or occasionally they weren't great,
but never terrible. But that's where it ended, with the
sensations. With her it was just an organ.

They said that all the other women and girls had all these
complicated feelings. They only liked it if the man cared about
them, and they wanted the same man to do it again, and if he
didn't they could get very sad. If he said he cared about them
but didn't, they felt very angry. Some of them only wanted to do
it if they were married.

She was so lucky to be the way she was. It was a hole. She could
make men so happy by letting them use it, and it felt nice to her
too. And that was that!

It had been a long day, but Katy was happy.

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"We haven't walked this route since... Hmmmm... Since I asked if
you wanted to do some hanky-panky with my Teflon daughter."

"I guess that's right. Two years ago, and just this time of
year... I wonder if I really would have gone to California."

"I like to think I was only thinking of your interest, not my
own."

"It's been wonderful for me."

"Really? With her being so, um, spectacularly untrue to you?"

"Yeah, even that. I've gotten jealous at times, sure. But she was
never really my girlfriend. It never meant that to her really.
It's just as well I'm reminded of the reality."

"A bit of sour grapes maybe?"

Mark chuckled. "Maybe, but when she hugs me at night and looks
into my eyes, I think she still loves me as much as before. Which
was a lot, but still a 6-year-old kind of love -- or an
8-year-old kind now. Not grown-up love."

"I have to deal with my feelings about letting her become such a
little slut. Do you really think she doesn't mind?"

"I really do. She still feels bad about killing that guy. I'll
never forget that." He shuddered. "She feels bad about the other
stuff too, but some of it's still kind of theoretical. Why should
a girl mind getting a penis put in her, since *she* doesn't mind?
She's got the genes for not getting it. But along with her Teflon
genes, you know she's a very loving kid. She wants to do the
right thing. She knew she did wrong, and she likes the idea of
making up for it. And remember that a lot of those guys just
adore her. She's like the second coming of Christ to them. Some
just kiss her gently on the lips don't want to touch her any
other way."

"I'm jealous she talks to you about some of those details but not
to me."

"Well, I really know what those men feel and what their lives
have been like. And you don't, amazingly wonderful loving person
that you are." He put his arm behind her back and squeezed once.

"You two went through a lot together in that month, too."

"That's for sure. I may be the only guy in history who really has
a mountain of evidence that mind control really is possible.
Everyone else had a single freaky experience. I saw hundreds of
them. And to feel you're not in control, it was so creepy."

"I remember that too. But just a couple times."

"If it was like someone else controlling your body or your
tongue, that would be one thing. But it was deeper than that.
Like my mind got warped, feeling impulsive, wanting things I
wouldn't usually want but kind of knowing it was messed up."

"Right. Like thinking, 'Why shouldn't a girl have ice cream for
breakfast? It's got calories, girls deserve to be happy.' But I
guess you had it so much worse."

Mark nodded. They walked in silence a while.

Melanie said, "But you said you had some new thoughts on it?"

"Yes. Yes, I do. I think we -- I mean you -- should do every last
thing we can to make sure she knows right from wrong. Knows it
really well."

"Yeah, can you imagine a rebellious teenage Katy? I'm sure she'll
be able to get as much semen as she wants."

"Pussyful after pussyful."

Melanie elbowed Mark in the ribs. "And imagine what she could do.
Totally embarrass the people she didn't like. Like getting them
to pee their pants. I couldn't help laugh when I heard about
that."

"Yeah, or go up to a rich person's house and ask to be let in and
politely suggest they write her a check for $50,000."

"She wouldn't!"

"You should have heard her talk that last evening. She said
something about ruling the world."

Melanie laughed. Mark didn't.

He said, "Did you ever read the 'Foundation' books by Asimov?"

"I started, since you liked them so much. But I got bored."

"There's this character called the Mule. He's a genetic freak who
can control minds. And that's all it takes for him to rule the
galaxy."

Melanie laughed, then stopped. "I was going to say it's just
science fiction, but it isn't, right?"

"That was. This isn't."

They walked for a minute, then Melanie stopped in her tracks.

"I've always prided myself on going where science and logic lead,
ignoring conventional wisdom. That's the only reason I let Katy
become your lover."

Mark nodded and looked down.

"But... If this is real, can -- can Katy be allowed to grow up?"

Mark looked up and they locked eyes. "She's a good kid. Maybe
she'd save the world."

"Power tends to corrupt." Neither needed to give the next line:
Absolute power corrupts absolutely.

Melanie started walking again, slowly.

Mark followed. "I only ever saw her control someone when she
spoke to them face to face. She said she couldn't just think it
-- she had to say it."

Melanie seemed distracted, then said, "Well, I've gotten as far
as knowing we don't have to kill her -- God, listen to me! A
hysterectomy should do it."

"Or a vaginectomy."

"Yeah."

"But... Who knows what happens if she swallows the stuff? She
never did that I knew of, but it  wouldn't say much anyway since
she was getting so much the other way."

They walked on a while before Melanie said, "This is all a dream,
right? You and Katy just made up all those things that happened?"

They smiled at each other -- forced smiles.

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Melanie saw it was 3:30 when the phone rang. She picked it up at
once -- she hadn't fallen asleep yet.

Bob groaned once but didn't wake up. Melanie took the phone,
quickly left the bedroom and seated herself at the kitchen table.

"I think I've got it figured out," said Mark.

"What? And do you know what time it is?"

"Yes, and you weren't sleeping either, right? But even if you
were, I thought you'd want to know."

"OK, what?"

"These genes have been around in the population forever, right?
So they must have come together in grown women many, many times.
Grown women who are getting sperm up the pussy all the time. So,
if we don't have historical examples of women ruling the world --
imagine a prostitute with those genes -- then there's something
stopping it. It must be that when she gets older it will go
away."

"Hmmmm. But what about all the other little girls in history
who've had the genes?"

"I've thought about that too. For one thing, hardly any of them
get sperm up there, right? And if they do, they're likely to say,
'please stop that' and if it happens even a couple times -- it
will work!"

"And if they've been forced to be a prepubescent prostitute, they
could talk their way out of it. Yeah, I can see how it wouldn't
add up. Katy got started because she was having fun and making
you happy."

"So, that's all good, right? The genes have been stewing around
forever, and although this combination must have shown up
thousands of times, it never led to disaster before."

"But what if she has some incredibly rare combination of genes in
addition to the two Teflon genes?"

"Well, I guess it's possible. But anything's possible."

"Right. We can only plan out to 'one in a million' or so. If it's
one in a trillion -- time to worry about something else."

After a silence, Melanie said, "I think I'll be able to sleep
now."

"Good. Me too."

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The area around Katy's Boston suburb relied heavily on Pilgrim
Integrated Systems. They made complicated physical objects that
required complicated equipment in a complicated factory. The
company was on the verge of a big expansion. If the owner Mr.
Dodge invested in physical plant here, the company would
certainly stay for many years. But an offer from Mississippi was
tempting, and a move would be a severe shock to the local
community. Her father Bob worked for Pilgrim. Reports suggested
Mr. Dodge was leaning towards relocating.

"I was just thinking," said Melanie. "About the Pilgrim
situation."

"Yeah?" said Mark.

"Do you think Katy might be able to help?"

"Katy? At the age of 9? Oh! Wait, do you mean...?"

"Well, yeah. We decided she wasn't going to try to rule the
world, and she's been so nice to all those men who are, um, like
you."

"Pedophiles."

"Right."

"If she charged money, she could probably afford to buy Pilgrim
herself."

Melanie laughed. "Now, now. She had to be convinced to let us
accept gifts to cover the expenses of running the operation."
They both knew Mark was exaggerating about the numbers, too.

"Well, if you're willing, I guess it's OK."

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Katy was worried about her daddy's job. She thought about it a
while but decided she was game to try.

On Thursday evening, one lucky pedophile and Mark got to deliver
their sperm into Katy's vagina and let it stay there. It felt
nice to get it. Then they did a test.

"Mark, kiss my feet."

Mark kissed her feet.

"But I didn't feel any resistance like I used to. Maybe I'm out
of practice."

Mark looked sheepish. "I love kissing your feet. I just did that
on my own. You'll have to pick something harder than that."

Katy thought. "Mark, spit in my face!"

Mark looked horrified. He shook his head.

"Do it!" said Katy.

"Nope," he said. "But you picked a good one."

"I could feel the resistance, I think. But it was like I couldn't
budge it at all."

On Friday evening six eager pedophiles materialized who were
delighted to insert semen up inside her. That felt even better.
Mark spit in her face, but he said he didn't find the force
overwhelming.

She got her mother to take off blouse and skirt in the kitchen.
She wouldn't part with her underwear on command, but she noted
she had had to use considerable willpower. Hopefully keeping the
company in town wouldn't be that repugnant to Mr. Dodge.

So on Saturday, Katy's schedule got loaded with 20-minute guys,
and she took 13 shots of sperm.

It was a little different, she thought, though it seemed ages
since she'd had that kind of sperm in her. She felt happy and
confident much more than powerful. She figured maybe she felt as
powerful as she did in the old days after just one or two of
Mark's spermy messes up inside her.

She did her own secret test. She dropped by her friend Kayla's
house and gently suggested she tell her that secret about Bethany
that Laura had told Kayla the year before. And Kayla did. It was
just a test, of course.

In the toughest test, she got Mark to stick his finger up his
butt hole and then smear it on Katy's cheek. She enjoyed his
embarrassment. It was simple to just wash it off.

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Katy happened to run into Mr. Dodge at the Country Club the next
morning, and he readily agreed to take a short walk with her. He
agreed to invite the delightful girl home for lunch. He ended up
reading her a children's story she found on one of his
bookshelves, the charming girl snuggled against his side on the
sofa. And when in the midst of all that, when she asked about
company's relocation, she said quite clearly that she really
wished he would keep the company where it was. He was
noncommittal at the time -- a little girl wouldn't be asking for
a commitment, of course.

Insiders were astonished when on Monday morning he ordered all
investigations in support of the relocation option be stopped. He
had decided to stay, and he never wavered again.

"Katy, there's one more thing," said her mother Sunday evening.
"Um, you know the McConnells in back, with Bill and John and
Mike?"

Katy nodded. She still remembered the feel of the second, third,
and fourth penises that had penetrated her small body.

"Well, their mother Liza said they're going to repaint the house
and are excited about lime green." Her mother's expression made
it clear what she thought of that. "I think it looks just fine in
gray, though it could use a fresh coat of paint."

Katy grinned.

Her mother looked sheepish. "Well, it's just a little thing,
right? Maybe I can go introduce you," she said.

Katy thought a moment, then just marched out the door by herself,
stepped over the fence, and rang the bell. Mrs. McConnell opened
the door.

Katy pouted. "My mommy says you're thinking of painting the house
green. I think that's a bad idea. You should paint it gray
again!" She folded her arms across her chest.

"Oh, well, um, thanks for telling us your opinion." She looked
confused. "Lime green was just a wild idea we had. We were going
to paint it gray."

Katy smiled. "OK. Bye."


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Chapter 6

There was great excitement in the land of online pedophiles.
Another girl had started accepting pedophile visitors on a
regular basis. Before long a third girl began. This news filtered
back to Katy. She had things she wanted to do on the weekends
now, and not enough time to do them. If other girls were going to
be doing what she had been doing, that was good. Besides, maybe
she'd repaid her debt.

She got her period when she was almost 12 years old. She took
that as the sign that she was through with her volunteer work of
Good Samaritan to pedophiles.

So she lived a normal girlish life in 8th and 9th grade. But of
course that first period was just one milepost in the
transformational process called puberty. In her estimation, boys
went from "meh" to intriguing, then to fascinating.

She still slept with Mark now and then, but something about it
didn't feel right any more. Mark picked up on it, and he was the
one who suggested their sexual relationship come to an end. She
asked if he was finding her less sexy as she aged. After the
briefest of pauses, he agreed that was true -- less sexy, but
still plenty sexy. With that understanding in mind, she was
delighted with one last evening where they did it three times. As
always, Mark used a condom with care each time. From then on they
were friends, but much closer than a friendly uncle and niece
because of their shared history.

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Katy realized she really was quite attractive. An appealing face
with an especially artistic nose, wavy brown hair, breasts a
little smaller than average, willowy figure.

She was also confident, and would have nothing to do with popular
girls and their games. Her few friends were drawn from the nerds
and dreamers. There was one boy Adam, pretty geeky but sensitive
too, with big brown eyes and a mop of unruly dark brown hair. She
went for him, he responded, and with very little angst and
trouble she had her first boyfriend. The only significant
obstacle to a couple having sex was the girl's emotional
hesitance. Katy had none of that, of course, and within a week of
their first date Katy found herself naked in bed with Adam. She
produced a condom.

"Oh," he said, looking a bit disappointed. "Are you religious? Or
your parents?"

She unrolled the condom onto his eager prong. "No. It's, um,
medical reasons."

"OK." He climbed up on top of her. "They say it hurts girls the
first time."

"Yeah," she said. "But I've gotta confess. I've done it before."

"Really?" he said with sudden interest. "With who?"

"Now, that's not any of your business now, is it?" she said with
good humor. "It was just a few times." She crossed a pair of
fingers he couldn't see.

Adam didn't persist. He moved his dick into position between her
legs. Katy paused to cherish the moment. For the first time, she
had some idea what all those pedophiles had felt -- what all
grown-ups felt. She wanted Adam's cock inside her not because he
would like it (though he would) and not because the in and out
would feel good to her (though it would). She wanted it inside
her just because she did. She would have wanted it inside her
even if Adam was reluctant and she expected it to hurt.

"Just do whatever feels good," she said to him. "Don't worry
about me this time -- plenty of time for that later."

He looked at her with adoration and appreciation, then penetrated
her and fucked. It was fast, deep, and intense -- and it lasted
only a few seconds. She loved the pure satisfaction on her
boyfriend's face. He was ready and eager to give it another go
ten minutes later. He then eagerly licked her out for a good long
time and brought her to climax. By then he was ready for a third
go himself, and with a little unobtrusive work of her fingers at
the spot where his cock was flying in and out of her, they had
simultaneous orgasms.

But as the first week went by, with sex every other day or so,
Katy missed the pleasure of deep semen. Sure, most girls would
have been content with the orgasms that Adam gave her -- but she
had had more, and she wanted it again. Her mother and Mark had
told her they expected she would lose her mind-control abilities
before she was an adult. They had obviously been much weakened
when she convinced Mr. Dodge to keep the factory in town. She
could take a couple shots from Adam and see how it went, right?

She did have the contraceptive speck like any other girl. Her
medical reasons for using a condom were not ones she could share
with Adam. When they went to bed next, she explained that she had
checked with the doctor, the medical problem had gone away, she
had her speck, and no condoms were needed any more. She was tired
of lying so much, though she figured they were all little white
lies.

When she felt Adam's semen pulsing into her, the familiar little
rush was wonderful. After getting her second dose, it was time
for them to do homework together. He'd said he always liked to
get the math out of the way first. Katy tried a little
experiment.

"Wouldn't it be fun to start with chemistry?" Come on Adam, let's
do chemistry.

He looked at her. "No, I'll stick with what works."

Katy smiled. No mind control. That was good. Really. Mind control
caused problems -- though it was awfully nice at the time. She
sighed.

A couple months went by. Katy was in love. Life was wonderful.

The two were lying in Adam's bed after sex in the late afternoon.

"Um, Katy? There's something I've got to talk to you about."

"Oh?" She was snuggled against his side. She lifted her head. She
was happy to listen to his troubles.

"What do you think about open relationships?"

Katy had a little unpleasant sensation in her belly. "Huh?"

"Where we can see other people too."

"I'm happy with things just the way they are."

He furrowed his brow. Obviously he wasn't.

"Is there someone else?"

He hesitated. "It's the principle of the thing."

"Who?"

"Well, Laura and I have been talking. There's something between
us we'd like to explore."

Katy was angry. She knew Laura. She had seen her looking at Adam.
She had to admit there was nothing wrong with Laura -- she just
wanted Adam to herself.

Things progressed quickly. She insisted they remain monogamous.
He said it wouldn't work for him that way. Katy grudgingly
accepted since she had no choice. After Adam slept with Laura the
first time, he and Katy had an awkward afternoon together,
including sex that neither of them seemed to enjoy very much. And
then there was that brief meeting after school, and they were
broken up. Just like that, eight days from his first request.

Katy knew high school relationships ended. She knew at some level
it was bound to happen. But she had no idea how much it would
hurt. She cried and cried.

She knew Tom had a crush on her. She liked him well enough, and
when she made her interest known, they rapidly ended up in bed
together. She loved the rush from his sperm. But he wanted to be
her one and only, and she wasn't ready for that. She never would
be with Tom. They parted after just a few days with Tom feeling
very hurt. It unleashed in her the memories of when she was 6 and
how much she had hurt other people. A different approach was
called for.

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"Carl, will you fuck me?"

"Huh?"

"I just want to get fucked. No strings attached."

She hadn't picked him at random. He was a popular guy on the
football team, he lived close to the school, and his parents were
never home in the afternoon.

Within the hour she was naked with him on his bed. He was fully
erect.

"You want me to eat you out?" he said.

She smiled. How nice! She didn't think a guy like him would
offer.

"No, you know what I really want? Just stick it in me, get as
deep as you can, and come quick."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really."

"Well, OK!" he said as he mounted her.

In under a minute she had a gasping boy on top of her, sperm
pooled in her pussy, and that little warmth in her brain. He
extricated himself and stood beside the bed.

"You think any of the other boys on the team would be willing to
do me like that?"

He laughed, and looked her up and down. "Hot girl like you?
That's all you want? They all would, I'm sure. Why do you want
that?"

"Oh, I'm strange," she said with a little smile. "I just do."

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Zach pulled his pants on and walked out, carefully shutting the
door. Katy overheard the conversation in the living room.

"Wow, she sure is hawwwt!"

"Isn't she? Wham, bam! Score on the first drive! And it's what
she wants!"

"Unnh, unnh, unnh, aaahhhh!" came the voice from a boy
pantomiming the act.

"I'll go next," said a voice. Steps came down the hall, and the
door opened.

Katy had pulled the sheet up to her neck.

She didn't even know his name. He stripped quickly and
approached, his cock half hard.

She pulled back the sheet and smiled invitingly. "Give it to me,"
she said.

"You really are hot!" he said. He gave an animal grin and
mounted.

As he pressed inside her well-lubricated pussy, she said. "Well,
show me how much. Only rule is you gotta go as deep as you can
before you blow." He began thrusting and reached maximum depth in
seconds. "Empty those balls! Give me every drop you've got!" she
urged.

Seconds later he did his best -- and it was good. A very nice
little lift.

They added up. A half dozen doses had her feeling really quite
wonderful.

After he withdrew he sat beside her. "You wanna go out some time?
You and me?"

She shook her head. "I'm flattered, but no -- I just want to get
fucked." He sat and nodded thoughtfully. "And I can't get my next
load until you leave, dear." He nodded, dressed, and left.

With 20 guys giving their all, sperm leaked out of her and made a
big wet spot on the bed, which was kind of uncomfortable for her
-- not that the mess deterred any of the boys. When she came back
to get it again a couple days later, Carl had a pile of towels so
she could keep one under her at all times and replace it when it
got goopy.

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When she'd gotten filled to overflowing by the football team the
third time, she put on a maxi-pad and hopped in the car of the
captain of the soccer team. He took her across town so she could
get filled to overflowing by them -- and a bunch of others who
weren't on the team but who had heard the news and wanted their
own chance for a quickie with the hottest girl around.

When she had her fill, it was early evening. She was feeling
great -- but it wasn't the same thing as love. With a fresh
maxi-pad on, the captain drove her to Adam's house. She knew
Laura had another commitment then, and she had to know. He
answered the door.

"Oh, Katy! Ummm, what are you doing here?"

"Adam, break up with Laura and come back to me!" She concentrated
hard. She felt his resistance. She concentrated harder. It was
immobile.

"Oh, Katy, you know that wouldn't be fair."

"Well, thought I'd ask. Bye."

So that was that.

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Ejaculation built upon ejaculation in her pussy to make her
happier and happier. It was also fun to make so many boys happy.
One day she went for broke and managed to collect 78
ejaculations. It would have been 79 but one guy shot his load
before he could get it into her. One time she'd had an orgasm,
almost by accident. No single quick fuck was enough to get her
very excited, but the arousal of one carried over to the next to
some extent. So when one particularly handsome, muscular guy took
two minutes to deliver his load, she came along with him.

Such feats of sperm collecting had no hope of being kept secret,
and Katy didn't care. When confronted by her friends about why
she was such a total slut, she just replied with total honesty
that she just liked it a whole lot. And she was so confident
about it that they had no choice but to respect her, however
strange it seemed to them.

When word got back to her mother, she was naturally alarmed. Katy
reassured her by relating what had happened with Adam. Melanie
was uncomfortable, but she couldn't come up with any rational
argument. No risk of pregnancy, no risk of STDs, everything
honest -- and Katy with her Teflon genes.

But Katy had her own reasons for cutting back. More sperm was
better, but there were diminishing returns. Despite a pussy that
from the tender age of six was used to frequent penile visitors
and despite the ample lubrication, that much friction started
making her a little sore. She also had other things she wanted to
do with her time. So she started collecting a cast of regulars
and established a schedule. There were patterns she had noticed
-- some gave her a better lift than others when they came inside
her, so she chose those. Otherwise she chose guys who were
handsome and sexy and nice. They had to promise to save their
sperm up for at least three days.

The hardest thing she wanted from them was to just shove in once,
slow and deep, not quite all the way, disgorge their load, then
slide back out. That left a bunch of sperm from several men up
there so she could absorb from two guys at once. Otherwise one
boy's fuck squeezed out most of the sperm from the last guy. The
few guys who could do that single insertion got to be last. And
as often as not she'd tell each boy some variant of, "I'm trying
to get pregnant, so give me all you got so YOU can be the daddy."
They all knew it wasn't true, but their bodies seemed to believe
it at some level, and she noticed it gave her an extra little
lift. So she assembled three teams of 8 men each and took it on
Monday, Wednesday, and Friday afternoon, 5pm to 6pm. All the boys
knew that if someone better came along, they could be out of the
rotation, so they were motivated to do it just right.

Katy also felt free to sleep with some boy who struck her fancy,
to explore little romances. Some boys were put off by her weird
promiscuity, but others didn't mind.

Then Adam broke up with Laura and wanted Katy back. He obviously
knew about her slutty ways -- uh, let's make that high libido
sex-positive ways -- and never suggested she give them up. Katy
gave him a hard time, initially because she was still angry with
him. Later she pointed out that she wanted to make sure he wasn't
going to vanish again. By the end of freshman year he had
convinced her. He promised never to have sex or flirt with anyone
else, agreeing to a double standard. And so they stayed together
through the rest of their high school years.

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Melanie and Mark walked the same route through the neighborhood.
It was their habit when they wanted to take the big view of
things.

"I'm dealing with an empty nest, you know."

"Yeah, sorry. That must be hard."

"Not too bad. I've got a career, of course. She was pretty
independent, and she still calls every week from Stanford."

"Is she building West Coast teams to give her the best sperm
blend?"

"She's taking it slow. She says she wants to fit in there more.
Not be seen as such an eccentric."

"Makes sense."

They walked in silence. "What kind of daughter have I raised?"

"Hmmmm. Smart, popular, loving, got in to Harvard, Princeton,
Yale and Stanford."

"One who spread her legs for a minimum of 24 guys every week all
through high school."

"For the right reasons."

"I guess so."

"A legend on the pedo boards. And what does she have in her trust
fund? $10 million?"

"A third big one came in, so it's up to $17 million." Pedophiles
who had nowhere else they wanted to leave their money, and who
thought that their one hour with "Alice" was the best experience
of their life.

"This new young guy at work found that same gene relationship. We
fudged the main database to hide it a few years ago, but this
enterprising guy went back to the primary sources."

"So what did you tell him?"

"I steered him away from it, of course -- and set about blocking
that path so the next guy won't discover it. We've been over how
your road trip could have ended in far more catastrophic ways."

"Right."

"But she gave so much happiness to pedophiles. Are we being too
conservative? Are we just assuming the happiness of you
pedophiles is worthless?"

"I'm sure some of them would say that, but of course no one knows
about the road trip. But I don't think so. Guys who had their one
shot with her talk about it online of course. And of course they
think it's great. A few are upset because it reminds them of what
they could never have. I think the wiser ones understand it as a
reminder of what they just could never have even if girls like
Katy were everywhere. It's not an equal relationship, it's not a
full relationship, and it's not a stable relationship. And though
I was blessed with something none of them had, I think that way
too."

Melanie's cell rang.

"It's Katy... Hi, sweetie... I'm taking a walk with Uncle Mark...
She says she loves you and gives you a big kiss."

"Tell her I love her too. A big kiss and hug too."

Mark walked along with his sister while she talked to his beloved
niece. He'd been through some interesting times. He was a very
lucky man. He smiled.

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