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