Author: Sterling Title: The Kitty Fever Vaccine Summary: Before the age where she loses her first tooth, every girl requires an adult cock up her pussy to avoid a dread disease. Parents and daughters are grateful to let Simon fulfill a desire he never would have otherwise.. Keywords: MF Mg rape reluc het 1st pedo ============================================================= NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex. First posted January 2, 2011 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/ 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! ============================================================= The Kitty Fever Vaccine Mr. Simon Richardson was 32. He answered his door warily. A glance at the clock told him it was 9:18, quite late for an unannounced visit. Two strangers stood outside, and his heart sank when one identified himself as a police detective and flashed his badge. He had had all too much to do with the police. He was pretty sure he hadn't done anything wrong lately on the internet, but pedophiles were always fair game for harassment. "Mr. Richardson -- can we come in?" "OK," he said. "I'm Detective Jennings. We met a few years during your hearings." "Sorry if I don't remember -- there were a lot of people back then. Is there some problem?" "No, no, we're not here to investigate you or anything. There's no problem. The records show you finished your probation period with no incidents." He had no trouble staying away from girls -- he had never gone near them anyway. Since his probation he hadn't gone near anything remotely resembling child porn either. But he was like anyone in a free country and allowed to look at pictures of children fully clothed, or even in bathing suits. He was allowed to have impure thoughts. "We're here for something entirely different -- well, not totally unrelated, but quite different. Very, very unusual. I'd like you to meet Mr. Carlson." "Pleased to meet you." The two shook hands. "I'm with the national Center For Disease Control. Here's the story. You've heard of the girl disease?" "Only vaguely -- I don't follow the news much." "Let me explain. A deadly disease that attacks only girls has been sweeping through Philadelphia. Until three days ago there had been just an isolated case here and there. But the number of cases has risen dramatically. At last count there have been 1,393 confirmed cases and 58 deaths, though that number is certain to rise." "That's terrible!" "Yes. Within the last 24 hours cases have been diagnosed right here in the metro Pittsburgh area, and we are very worried. The 11 cases we have identified are girls who attend five different elementary schools. It is extremely contagious from casual contact, and based on the experience in Philadelphia, we can expect well over one quarter of all the girls in those schools to come down with the disease within 48 hours. "One feature of the disease that is particularly disturbing is that its most severe symptoms are seen in the girl's genital area. It is officially referred to as Female Genital Disturbance Syndrome, or FGDS. "We do have a very promising preventive measure, but it is highly unusual. Very controversial. We think that if an adult penis penetrates girls' vaginas before the disease begins to show any symptoms, they are immune." "What?" "I know, it sounds very strange. Hard to believe. But the informal evidence is strong. There were a few classrooms in Philadelphia where nearly every girl displayed the syndrome. Only five girls out of 62 did not come down with the disease. In three of those five cases, social service records showed that the girl had been sexually abused -- more specifically, vaginally raped -- by a male relative. One other case was under investigation at the time of the outbreak. Aggressive investigation revealed that the fifth girl was being raped at home as well." "That's terrible!" "Yeah, it's a terrible disease and what might prevent it is highly disturbing as well." "Awful... And you're here because..." Simon couldn't quite believe the obvious connection. "From your past crimes, it seemed pretty likely that you are sexually attracted to girls." "Most guys are attracted to girls," he said. "Girls in their teens, yes. But we're not talking teens here. We're talking girls in the range of ages five to thirteen. Once a girl gets her period she is no longer at risk. We need men who are attracted to young girls, though no girls below the age of five have gotten it." "Need them for what?" Simon asked, not sure he had heard right before. Mr. Carlson paused a moment. "Need them to engage in sexual intercourse with the girls." "Wait a minute... Is this a sting operation?" "I can understand your concern," the detective put in. "We thought you might need proof. We have letters here from the State Police and the Attorney General's office. Both, actually -- federal and state." Simon looked at the letters. The stationery looked official and he caught the phrase, "... hold harmless and grant absolute immunity from any charges of wrongdoing involving sexual relations of any kind with minor children..." "You are suggesting that I engage in sexual intercourse with little girls? Fuck them?" "Hard as it is to believe, that is exactly what we are suggesting that you do. In fact," and here the man from the CDC leaned forward and changed his tone, "we are begging you to. The lives of girls are at stake here!" That jolted him. The idea of little girls suffering distressed him a great deal. "So how precisely are you proposing this happens? Do I go from door to door?" "No -- though your legal immunity would cover that too. We are hoping that you will report tomorrow morning to the Kennedy Elementary School by 7:30am." It suddenly struck Simon that this was preposterous. Something was wrong with this picture. But he decided to play along. "Am I going to be part of a big team? 'The Kennedy Warriors Fucking Team'?" "No, actually it will be just you." "Aren't you going to be there to help? You too, detective?" "Maybe it's not apparent to you, but most normal men --" He paused. "Most typical men can't achieve an erection to have intercourse with young girls." "Surely there are lots of pedophiles like me out there?" he asked. "There are undoubtedly a great many we don't know about, and while they might come forward and admit their inclinations in due time, most of them are still in the closet. Of the pedophiles we know about, many are in prison and have a violent past or are unwilling to step forward when their skills -- um, let's make that 'preferences' are needed. "But the main thing is that we have no time. We need someone tomorrow morning to keep girls from dying." "How many girls are there in this school?" "I don't know, do you?" Mr. Carlson asked the detective. "No, can't say as I do. I can't imagine it's less than 40." "Right. Now, suppose I'm quite the stud. I can have orgasms -- oh, four times a day? I'm going to inoculate four girls? That's just a drop in the bucket." "Heh, good one, Simon," said the detective. "Not that I expect those little girls have very big buckets down there, heh heh." The other two didn't laugh, so he looked away and said no more. "We are fortunate in that respect. It appears that ejaculation is not required. All that is required is full vaginal penetration. As long as a man can maintain an erection, he should be able to provide that service to dozens or conceivably hundreds of girls a day." Simon couldn't believe his ears. "There is this other problem. As the detective noted, little girls don't have buckets between their legs. Although I have never seen or explored the private parts of a little girl, I am led to believe that their vaginas are tiny. Not buckets. Very small. When sicko men stick it in a little girl, it hurts her a lot. It causes permanent damage, if I'm not mistaken." "That is a challenge. We will have plenty of lubricant on hand, and the girls will have their vaginas stretched to some extent beforehand. But it is a concern. At least serious permanent damage is rare. "To keep it in perspective, remember the alternative. It seems pretty likely that even those girls who survive the FGDS will be sterile if their genitals 'work' at all." The CDC man paused. "I realize this might be a delicate question, but do you have any idea how the thickness of your erect penis compares to other men?" "Ummm, not really -- wait! This is ridiculous. This isn't just some wacko idea the two of you have come up with?" "We are completely serious." "All you've shown me so far is a couple of letters. It's easy to fake letters." "True," said the Detective. "I suggest you dial 911 and ask about the Pedo Angel project." "What does 911 have to do with it?" "We realized that it was such an incredible story that people would want to check it out. We can't fake the 911 system, right?" "OK, I'll make the call, but I'll tell you now I'll be waiting for the punchline." After a few rings, the phone answered. "Hello. What is the nature of your life-threatening emergency?" "Ummm, I'm supposed to say 'Pedo Angel project'." "Ah yes, a project they just added this evening. Let me transfer you..." The line went dead briefly. "Hello, this is the Pedo Angel project." "There are these guys here at my house who have an incredible story about what this project is. So, what is it?" "Yes, the Pedo Angel project is very unusual and hard to believe. In response to the FGDS disease, the CDC has convinced the feds and the state to grant immunity to prosecution to any pedophiles -- I mean any men -- who engage in sexual relations with young girls as part of the effort to prevent the mysterious illness." Simon heard a phone ringing in the background. "Is there anything else I could do to help reassure you? I can talk as long as you want, but we are busy here." "No, no, that's OK," said Simon, and hung up. No punchline, at least not yet. His mind was numb. "So, what do you say?" asked Mr. Carlson. "I'm still trying to figure this out." After a pause, he said, "I have never even thought seriously about what it would be like to touch a little girl. And you want me to penetrate them. What are these girls going to be thinking? They're not going to be thrilled about this, are they?" "No, though we're going to do everything we can in terms of support from the teachers." "I don't know if I could even get it up..." Simon mused. The CDC man said, "I hope this isn't presumptuous, but close your eyes." "What?" "Just do it." Simon did. "Imagine a little girl laid out naked in front of you, legs spread wide. She's nervous, but her teacher has told her she has to do this, and it's for her own good. You line up to penetrate her, and when you do, she cries and begs you to stop. But you know that she needs you to go on -- needs it for her health. She needs to be raped, and she knows it too. The teacher and her mother and the scientists and the DA and the President all agree. Can you keep it up and get yourself to continue with the penetration?" The CDC man took a surreptitious peek at the bulge just barely showing at the front of Simon's pants. "Listen, we don't know if you're the right man. All we ask is for you to think about it, and if you think you can do it, show up at the school at 7:30. If you don't, there won't be anyone else to try to help those little girls at the Kennedy School tomorrow. "Here's a URL and password for the Pedo Angel site. You can see what this disease does to the girls, you can watch a few mothers pleading for people like you to come forward, and if you want you can look at some legal clean child porn -- if that might help you decide. "Oh, and I should mention. Someone thought up the name 'kitty fever', so if you hear anyone else using the term you should know." With a sigh, he continued, "Everyone agrees that a serious disease shouldn't get a lighthearted name like that..." Mr. Carlson smiled a little. "But it's hard to resist -- we can all use a little humor in a serious situation." ------------------------------- "Hi," said Simon uncertainly, walking into the main office. "I'm here with Project Pedo Angel." He still half expected to be told no one had any idea what he was talking about. "Oh, yes, Mr. Richardson! Are you willing to help our girls?" "I'm willing to try." "Here, Mrs. Watson has been waiting for you. I'll leave you two alone." "I am so glad you came. My daughter Sophie and I watched my niece Anne -- her cousin -- die of kitty fever yesterday. It was awful. I tried to keep Sophie away, but she saw." "I'm sorry... I saw some video." The delirium and the rash and the pain were what you had heard about for many illnesses. What haunted him was the girl tearing at and mangling her vulva, and the surge of blood that came gushing out. "Sophie is in that room back there. She is sad about her cousin, but she is very, very eager to do whatever she needs to to stay safe." "How old is she?" "Almost six." "Shit," muttered Simon. "Yeah, I know," said the mother. "We have one more bit of information that just came in overnight. You need to be sure to insert your penis..." The woman looked down and away. "Aw shit, this is hard!" she said. "Christ, yes!" he said, feeling relief that someone else felt horrified by what he was about to do. "Insert your penis all the way into my daughter's vagina. If you don't get it in all the way, it might not help her out. All the way in as in 'bump the end hard.'" Simon felt blood surge strongly into his cock. "If I can do this... I mean I'll try... Isn't it going to hurt her like crazy?" "Yeah," the mother sighed. "But we have lots of lube, and by now we can at least work a tampon applicator tube up into her. That hurt plenty too." "A tampon tube?" "We didn't know what to do," the mother said. "it seemed like a start." "OK, thanks," said Simon, then suddenly confided, "You know, I really don't want to be here. These girls don't deserve this!" "You're right," said the woman. "But they deserve that disease even less." The pictures from the website came back to Simon again. "Look, they say that you never touched any girls. That must have been hard given your inclinations." It had not been hard at all. But misconceptions about pedophiles were universal. "Now even when everyone's telling you you ought to do it, you are worried about hurting the girls rather than just doing it." Simon sighed inwardly. More misconceptions. He felt not just sexual attraction but a kind of adoration for little girls, and that part made it even harder than for other people to actually hurt them. "You're a good man for feeling the way you do. A very good man. But now, for my girl's sake, can you try to do it anyway?" "Rape," Simon said, staring off into space. "Justified rape!" the woman countered, and then with a smile, "Heroic rape!" Simon couldn't resist sharing a smile at that too. ------------------------------- The girl sat on a folding cot. She wore a dark blue dress with multicolored flowers on it. She was a cute girl with short strawberry blond hair. She spoke before he had even shut the door. "Hi, can you do that thing to me so I don't get sick and die?" "Hi, your name is Sophie, right?" "Yeah. Can you?" "My name is Simon. You really want me to do it?" "Yes! I don't want to get kitty fever!" "Do you know what you're asking me to do, I mean exactly?" "You stick your penis up inside me and then I'm safe." He noticed then that a pair of panties was already on the floor. She got out of her dress quickly. And there between her legs was an actual set of little girl labia, the first he had ever seen in his life. She lay back, presenting them to him. She wanted him to stick his cock up her pussy. He took a look at the rest of the girl. Such an adorable little body -- totally flat chest, smooth radiant skin. She fixed him with her big grey eyes. He couldn't believe how hard he had gotten, and now he stripped from the waist down and saw her anxious look at his organ. The night before he had used the tape measure and followed another link on the website to discover that it was a little thinner than the average guy's cock, but it was still way, way thicker than a tampon tube. She wanted it. Her mother wanted him to do it. The CDC and the DAs wanted it. And he wanted it. He really, really wanted it. So he slathered his cock with the lube from the tube on the chair, then raised himself above her and brought his cock to her little opening. "It's going to hurt," he said. "Are you sure?" "Yeah, I'm sure. It will be kind of like getting a bad shot, my mommy said." Simon shoved. Her flesh depressed a little as his blunt tip pressed against it, but didn't budge. "Can you hold yourself open?" he asked. She instantly did as he asked. He shoved harder, and then shoved very hard. "Ouch!" wailed the girl, but kept holding her pussy lips open. Still no penetration. "I'm sorry, sweetie," he said. In any other circumstances he would have stopped and been wracked by remorse. But she wanted it, even if it hurt. So he found another side of himself and grappled her hips so he could press his cock tip against her even harder, and with his next surge he finally he felt his tip make progress. There really was a tube, and he had gained a small purchase in it. The warm embrace her body offered to his tip was a promise of more to come. He wanted to feel that same tight wetness along the entire length of his shaft. He pressed again and again, his cock making progress up her pussy. He kept forcing himself in -- Sophie's mother said he had to get it in all the way. Sophie wriggled and jerked beneath him, crying piteously, but Simon just kept going. Finally the resistance became even harder, and Sophie's wails ratcheted up in pitch and volume. He had maybe three inches of his cock in her, but he had reached the end of her pussy and was in as far as he could get. He shoved a little harder to make sure he really had bottomed out. There, he had done the job! But he didn't pull out. The mindset he had adopted to force his way into her now compelled him to seek his own release. He started thrusting back and forth, his pleasure building rapidly even as the girl wailed beneath him. "Oh, mmm, Sophie!" he moaned. The girl laid out below him was naked, vulnerable, and innocent, but she had asked for the penetration. He was fucking a girl -- for her own good! "Oh, yes... oh shit, oh man, aahahhh, unnnnh, "Ooooooohhhh!" he yelled as his body spat his sperm up into her tiny hole in big globs. He had dreamed of such a thing, but had had no hope it would ever come true. His dreams featured a smiling girl, not a crying one, but it was still a deep fulfillment. Once he felt totally satisfied, he pulled out of the girl, semen oozing out with his cock. His solicitous side returned. "Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie, are you OK?" "I guess," she said, sniffling. "I kept saying, 'It's like getting a shot, like getting a shot'..." "If what they say is right, you should be safe now." "Thanks," she mumbled uncertainly, smiling through tears. He dressed and opened the door. The mother sat waiting right outside, tears in her eyes too. Sophie squeezed around him and flung herself into her mother's lap, snuggling tight and crying softly. Her mother kissed her head and stroked her. "Did you do it?" she asked him. "Yeah, yeah I did." "Oh, thank you so, so much!" "You heard her crying, though." "Yeah, it was hard to listen." "I gotta confess something.... I didn't just pull out when I had got in all the way. I ... kept going." "Yeah," said the mother, smiling, "I can smell it." "I'm sorry..." "I dunno, you're a man, right? What man wants to pull out? Especially one of your kind?" He noted the prejudice once again. "None, I guess. But she was crying!" "She'll be OK," the mother said. "She'd be crying anyway, and besides -- you saved her life, so the least she could offer you was..." "She didn't offer me anything." "She asked you to do it in the first place." The mother smiled. "She left the details to you, right?" "I guess. OK, um, thanks." "Thanks again," she said. So, she thought of him as an animal, a pedophile animal who deserved praise for being well enough trained not to rape every little girl he saw. But she gave no sense of finding him disgusting. He was a well trained dog who had learned not to bite until the master said, "Sic!" He found the CDC man Mr. Carlson waiting for him. "I'm so glad you came. It worked?" he asked. "Yeah," Simon said. "Great! We'll call it a feasibility study," he said, and they both smiled. "Was it terribly unpleasant?" "No," Simon said, "Not at all." He felt a touch of shame. He noticed Mr. Carlson smiling a little, but decided it was friendly and good-natured. "Look, here's how I think we should do this..." ------------------------- Mrs. White had a worried expression as she addressed her first-grade class. "We have an emergency here today, so I want you all to listen carefully. For today we need to have all the boys in one class and all the girls in another. I want all of you boys to retrieve your things and head to Mr. Storer's room. The girls from his class will be here shortly." "Is this about that disease girls are getting in the city?" asked a boy. "We'll tell you more about all this later," said the teacher. In a few minutes, the seats the boys vacated had been occupied by the girls from the other class. Before Mrs. White closed the door she had a hurried conversation with a woman in the hall and took a paper bag from her. "Maybe some of you know there is a terrible disease that is spreading through some of the bigger cities? That's what Justin was asking about." A few heads nodded. "There's no reason you would have to know about it usually, but this disease makes girls very sick. Girls your age. Now, the scientists have discovered something that protects girls, and it is very unusual." She paused a moment, barely able to believe what she was about to say. "You all know how you have private parts that you are supposed to keep covered up and that no strangers are allowed to touch?" There were several nods. They had all been taught this many times. "The disease is so bad that we have to break that rule. You're going to have to let a stranger see and touch you between the legs." She was going to be going through this very fast, she thought. In the modern-day educational climate, they would invent a curriculum that would take a month to explain this to the girls. But this man Mr. Richardson might be there soon. They were the first class on his list, and he had a lot of classes to go through. "You have labia between your legs, that look kind of like this," she said, drawing a quick schematic of the female anatomy on the board. "When you pee, it comes from inside of them. And as you know, when you poop it comes from a different hole down here," she said, giving rise to a couple giggles as she drew a simple hole for an anus. "There is another hole here inside your labia. Maybe some of you know about it and some of you don't. It's called a vagina. Usually little girls like you don't need to worry about it. But it's the hole that babies come out of when you get to be grown women." A number of girls laughed. "No, I'm serious... You grow bigger and it grows even more than the rest of you. It has another use, too." Why do I have to explain this to first graders? The thought made her angry. "You know that babies have mommies and daddies. While the baby comes out of the mommy, it's partly from the daddy too, and the part from the daddy has to go into the mommy. It goes through that same vagina." It was hard to read the girls' expressions. "You know boys have penises, right?" There were some more giggles. "The way the daddy part gets into the mommy is that the man's penis gets hard and he pokes it into the woman's vagina." The girls had a variety of reactions. Some laughed at what they assumed was a joke. Some just stared, not sure what to think, and some gave the predictable, "Ewww!" as they absorbed the information. "The only way we know to protect you from this disease is for a man to slide his penis into your vagina." There, she'd said it. "This Mr. Richardson will be here before long. And when he's here he's going to stick his penis into each of you." "No one's going to stick anything into me!" said Kathy, hotly. "That is a very good reaction, Kathy," said Mrs. White. "But this is very important, like getting a shot at the doctor's. It's yucky but you have to do it. "There's more, too. Mr. Richardson has a big penis, and your vaginas are still small. We need to do some things so it won't hurt when he sticks it into you." Or won't hurt quite so much, she reflected, feeling sudden queasiness. "First, I have tubes here of a lubricant -- that's a slippery fluid that helps things slide more easily. You should all take some of that as I pass the tubes around. Then what you need to do is find your vagina, get some of the lubricant on your little finger, and try poking it up inside." Mrs. White realized that desks and chairs weren't going to work. "Listen, class, I want you all to get up and push the desks to the side so we have a big clear space here, then take off your shoes and stand in a circle." She handed the tube of lubricant to Anne, a sensible girl who was calmer than most of her classmates. Anne looked uncertain what to do. "You have to pull your pants down, of course," said Mrs. White. The class giggled. Anne took a deep breath and pulled her purple pants down to her knees. "Underpants too." Blushing a little, Anne pulled her panties down to her knees. Mrs. White realized that she needed to take some more decisive action. "Listen class -- all of you. Take your pants and panties off." The girls hesitated, looking at each other. "Go ahead, do it!" she urged. "What about you?" a girl from the other class asked. Mrs. White felt her face go red. But how could she refuse, given what she was asking of them? With a deep breath, she took off her own shoes, slipped off her dress and her panties and stood before them wearing nothing but her bra. The girls stared. "OK, I've done it, now you too, quick now!" Singling out her model pupil, she said, "Anne was brave enough to do it, so now the rest of you too!" "Should we take our dresses off?" asked one girl. "Not unless you want to. It's kind of chilly in here." Hesitantly, the clothes came off. The girls with pants lost them, and every girl shed a pair of panties. "OK, everyone sit on the carpet, legs apart, and you girls with dresses, bunch your dress up. I need all of us to be showing our private parts, OK?" She soon had a circle of girls who seemed mostly content and a little excited to be doing something so naughty. This was the fun part. Before long being naughty was not going to seem like fun at all. "OK, I'll pass out these tubes. Get some on your little fingers and try to get it into your vaginas." The tubes went from hand to hand. "Ouch!" cried one girl. "It doesn't fit." "I can't find it." The girls had varying degrees of success. Mrs. White went around to check on them. She found she needed to get some scissors and trim long fingernails. "Look, class, Kaitlin has got it, see?" Kaitlin's success was now rewarded by twenty-five girls staring at her little finger buried in her vagina. But she took it well. Mrs. White went around the room, and with winces, whines and occasional yelps, she soon had each girl with a little finger in herself at least a little. "I'm bleeding!" shrieked Kelly. "Me too!" cried Alison. "Don't worry class! It's OK! I forgot to tell you about that." She thought one finger wouldn't break hymens, but what did she know about the varieties of girls' parts? None of these girls should have to be going through this at all! "All girls are different, but most of you have a flap of skin that covers your vagina, and we're going to have to get that out of the way somehow. Sometimes it breaks and it bleeds, but just a little and it stop by itself. "Now class, once you get one finger in -- push it in as far as you can, OK? You should have it buried all the way -- once you get one all the way in, slide it back and forth a few times, and then try with your ring finger, then your middle, and then go up to two fingers. If we can we want to get it so you can get four fingers up inside." "Why? He isn't going to be putting his arm up there, is he?" a girl asked, to some nervous laughter. "No, but his penis is big." "As big as four fingers?" asked a girl with incredulity. "Yes," she said. Quite possibly bigger. Probably bigger. The instructions from on high had not included the size of Mr. Richardson's penis. Meredith sat, looking defeated. "I can't get anywhere, Mrs. White. It hurts to even get started." "Let me look," said Mrs. White. "The rest of you, work on more fingers. And don't stop just because it hurts. It is going to hurt, all right? And don't worry about blood. Get some paper towels to sop it up." What the hell kind of class was she running? Meredith had a hymen that almost completely covered her vagina. No wonder she was having trouble. It would be so tempting to exempt her. But she couldn't. The girl's life was in danger, and if she didn't make any progress, it was going to be much more traumatic when Mr. Richardson did it. She had heard that sometimes a hymen was too tough for a man to make it through at all by just pushing with his penis. "Sorry, Meredith, this is going to hurt." Mrs. White was embarrassed to realize she had a surge of excitement as she poked against the girl's hymen hard, harder, and still harder. She had trimmed some of the girls' fingernails, but she had a long, sharp one. "Ouch!" wailed the girl, trying to back away. "Stay still!" Mrs. White commanded. With more force than she believed could possibly be necessary, her finger finally punched through and blood flowed. "Towels!" Mrs. White commanded, and ten of them sopped up most of it. "Am I going to die?" asked little Meredith, crying and pale. "No, sweetie, not at all. I'm so sorry you have to go through this, but it's going to heal up and you'll be just fine." Mrs. White looked around the room to see the girls making progress. Many had two fingers up inside, Tara had three. Most of the girls were at least holding back tears if not crying outright. Rachel had all five fingers up inside herself, and showed no sign of pain. "Class, look at Rachel! That's what we're aiming for!" Rachel looked away and turned red. Suddenly it dawned on Mrs. White why it was so easy for her. Oh, shit. Her brother? Her father? She felt a surge of anger, but suppressed it. That would have to wait for another day. Just then there came three knocks on the door, and without waiting for an answer, the door opened and two men walked in. The girls all instinctively closed their legs and covered their privates with dresses or hands. One of the men was wearing a coat and tie and carrying two camping mattresses. The other was dressed in informal clothes. "Hi, I'm Mr. Richardson," he said, trying to sound confident. He looked at Mr. Carlson, who had put down the mats. "OK, I guess I'll be going, if there's nothing else you need." "Can't think of anything," Mr. Richardson said, and the man in the suit left. The remaining man looked very uncomfortable. Mrs. White thought about it from his point of view. She didn't know what it was like to be a pedophile. They said he had never gone near a little girl before and had gotten in trouble just for porn. So here he was in a class full of girls trying to do something that the day before would have sent him to jail for many years. And he was going to do it over and over again, with lots of girls watching. He looked at Mrs. White and shrugged his shoulders. He quickly stripped until he was he completely naked. The girls naturally gawked at his penis, the organ that would even under ordinary circumstances hold the most interest for them. Given the day's agenda as described by Mrs. White, their interest was immediate and practical. It was far from small and shriveled. It was roughly the size of an erect penis but was pointed downward. His penis was dark-colored, and while it wasn't acatually wet, Mrs. White could tell it had been in use lately. "OK, who's first?" he asked. No one volunteered. He looked at Mrs. White. "Mr. Carlson thought it might go easier if you and I did it first to show them." Mrs. White was shocked. Have sex with a strange man, right in front of her class? But -- that's exactly what she was asking all the girls to do! The horror of this "vaccination" kept getting at her from different angles. "I... I'm not on the pill," she said to him quietly. "Oh, I won't come, I can assure you," he said as quietly, "and I don't suggest we do it very long." "Umm, OK," she said, totally discombobulated. "OK, girls," he said. "This is how it's going to work. Your teacher here is going to lie down on the mats like this..." The teacher lay down. "She's going to lie down and spread her legs, then we use some of this same lube you've evidently been using." He didn't have a full erection, but thought that it would easily return. He might as well offer a commentary. "Now before I can slide my penis into your teacher, I need to get it hard. So I look at a pretty little girl like -- you," he said, approaching a blond in a blue dress. "Pull your dress up and let me see." The girl shied back. It was going to be hard for all of them, he realized. But she wasn't the only attractive girl, and he didn't need to single her out. "Can you all spread your legs and show me your wonderful, beautiful little private parts?" he asked. Two of the girls spread their legs as requested, then a couple others. He took a look around to appreciate what the girls were showing him. "Can I touch your foot?" he asked a girl who seemed to be enjoying this naughty play. He played with her toes and stroked up her calf. He found it exciting, and combined with the smile she gave him, he found he was totally hard. Mr. Carlson had asked if he thought he could handle doing this with lots of girls watching, since he figured it would be easier on the girls if they could see what was coming. Simon hadn't been sure, but now he realized that his cock got a little harder as he thought of having an audience. He approached the teacher where she lay in the center of the room. "It works like this," he said, lowering himself onto the woman and getting into position. The girls were a lot more exciting to him than the teacher, but she was exciting enough. He tried not to notice her breasts, which were quite large. They turned him off, but at least they were hidden under a bra. If a female had to have breasts at all, they should be small. Nonetheless, he had his erection, her pussy awaited, and he slid into it. He held himself up on his hands and thrust in and out of the teacher, whose pussy seemed positively cavernous compared to Sophie's, and even compared to the few girls his own age that he had bedded when he was in college. After fifty strokes he pulled out. The teacher lay there quietly, hiding her embarrassment quite well, he thought. "OK, which of you is first?" he asked. None of the girls came forward. He couldn't blame them. Mrs. White in her near-nakedness rose and spoke. "Rachel, would you be willing?" she asked softly. "It will be a help to all the other girls." After a moment's hesitation, Rachel crawled into the center of the circle and lay on her back. She was naked below but wore a shirt that came down nearly to her hips. Mr. Richardson positioned himself over her. This was more like it! he thought, enjoying the little first grade body. Her white turtleneck was appealing, and her face was lovely in its own way. She wore a hard, closed expression, however. He got himself into position, prepared to take the virginity of a second girl. The idea of getting into her was exciting, and the idea it was her first time was also exciting. He didn't like that it was going to hurt her. The girls had been getting themselves ready with their fingers, but it wasn't enough of course. He pressed in bit by bit, prepared for the resistance he was sure to meet. But his penis glided in, deeper and deeper, with no obstruction. "Wow!" he said. "That was easy!" Then he began his in-and-out motion. She was tight and hot but smooth and his cock slid back and forth easily. "You've done this before, haven't you?" he murmured. The girl suddenly looked very uncomfortable and a tear came to her eye. Oh. Was it abuse? "I hear some girls are just naturally surprisingly big," put in Mrs. White hurriedly. Despite his excitement at fucking the little girl -- thinking of the word excited him -- he saw what Mrs. White was doing. "No, I guess you haven't done it before, now that I think about it." He was excited by this girl and thoroughly enjoyed seeing his prong thrusting in and out of her. He loved the sensations as her pussy gripped his cock tightly. He had never even touched a little girl in a sexy way before, and here he was, recruited to go all the way with her, to shove right up to the hilt in her luscious little virgin pussy. He had pined for little girls his whole adult life, resigned to never fulfilling that dream. Yeah, he got to jerk off looking at pictures of little girls in bathing suits, but this was totally different. His brief expedition into real child porn had been a big mistake, but that had let his secret out, and had ironically led to this. To have the world not only allowing him but begging him to fuck little girls -- that was beyond his wildest dreams! He wasn't going to come any time soon; he had come in Sophie not so many minutes before. But his body wanted to stay in, to keep thrusting, until he came, no matter how long it took. He also knew he would have to pace himself. He could feel that he had gotten the tip of his penis to the very back of her vagina. That was what they had told him he had to do -- that was the key to protecting her from the kitty fever. "Thank you, dear," he panted, withdrawing his cock. Rachel crawled back to her place and sat down impassively. "We should be thanking you," said Mrs. White, though without conviction. "Who's next?" he asked. He heard the sound of retching -- he glanced up briefly at the distraught girl and saw that her neighbor was passing her paper towels to clean up. Well, not the one who was throwing up! he reflected. But she would have to get it from him before he was done there, of course. Anne crawled forward with sudden resolve, and although she looked a little pale she lay down and spread her legs bravely. Her long blond hair was in a braid, and her blue eyes and her delicate skin melted his heart. The pink and white striped dress she had bunched up at her hips was alluring. The sight of her little pussy filled him with lust. He got himself lined up and pressed his cock against her. Unlike the previous girl, he did not slide in easily. "Rachel was lucky," he told her. "It's probably going to hurt. Hold yourself open, OK?" He pulled away and got some more lube for his cock. He raised her knees to get the best angle of attack. "Here goes!" he said, trying to warn her. Mrs. White could see he was very excited. He was probably trying to hide it, but wasn't doing such a great job. She wondered if the girls could pick it up. As his cock wedged its way into the "anteroom" provided by her inner lips, the girl tensed up. He didn't make any progress at first, pressing his cock tip against her with greater and greater force. She winced and tried to stifle a sob. Dear thing, he thought. He would never ever have forced his way into a girl in a way that hurt her before. But ... now it was for her own good. He found it a little more erotic, actually, to know it hurt. He felt a touch of shame at that realization. Then he felt his tip slide through her tight outer muscles, his first real progress. He could get his cock into her a little more easily from that point on, even though it was still very slow and hard. He felt her pussy give way before his thrusts, even though it was not meant to at such a young age. Her immature cunt was forced to accommodate a man's big cock. Her face was scrunched up in pain. Lube or not, it was hurting her. Yet he had to keep going whether she could stand it or not. He had to get that full penetration or it would do her no good. Then he felt it -- the constriction at the end of her vagina. He made sure it wasn't just one more part of her immature channel that needed opening up. She yelped when he hit the end. He had given her what she needed. He could pull out, but -- heck, he had been given license to fuck, and he was going to just go ahead and fuck for a little while. His cock was designed so it could compress to work its way into very tight feminine spaces, but once it had cleared its path, it wanted to celebrate with some good old fucking! In and out, back and forth, moan and groan, delighting in the pleasure of a very tight little pussy. Completing the entire act with orgasm and ejaculation would be even better, but he still didn't think he could manage that. Besides, he would go soft after he came, and he had dozens more girl pussies to pierce and conquer before he headed home. Before stopping he took time to truly notice how good it felt to be screwing her, sliding his penis back and forth, over and over. After a minute he reluctantly pulled out. "Class," Mrs. White said softly, "keep going with your fingers and the lube -- you see it still hurts even though Anne got -- what, three fingers up her?" The sniffling Anne held up two fingers. "OK, just two. But keep working at it!" she said. The next girl to crawl forward and present herself for the taking was a little pudgy and had a coarse face. She needed the protection only his cock could offer her just as much as the other girls. Simon discovered that the excitement of little girl pussy overcame any other shortcomings in a girl's attractiveness. She didn't show much emotion as he lined himself up with the hole centered inside the slit centered between her wide-spread legs. He probed with his cock, and then wedged himself into her bit by bit, harder and harder. When he was sure he had pressed his tip firmly against the very back of her pussy, he paused a moment, having shafted her fully. He pulled out before doing any back and forth fucking. The next girl was small and very pale. He got his rod into position and gave several thrusts of increasing force without getting anywhere. After the hardest shove he could manage did nothing, he sat back to consider his options. He examined her pussy. Then he slid one index finger into her, then managed to get the other one in next to it. "This will probably hurt," he said. What he meant was, "hurt even more." She nodded, and he pulled each finger to the side, literally ripping her open a little. "Ouch!" she screamed. "Sorry, honey," he said. "But I've got to open you up." As he pressed her apart a little more, blood suddenly welled up. The teacher leaned in with paper towels to clean it up. He returned to the mating position and thrust his member against her tissues once more, heedless of the trickle of blood. Finally he did succeed in getting into her a half inch. She cried again and her face contorted. Part of him felt sorry for her, and another part felt lust. Tipping the scale was his duty, and he continued his ramming action. Suddenly the first girl Rachel, the one with the big pussy, crawled into the circle and threw her arm over the girl's chest and pressed her face to her ear. "I'm so sorry, Tina, oh I'm sorry, I know it hurts! But it's going to be OK, really, it is. It's OK," she said stroking the girl's tear-drenched cheek. Then another girl crawled over, and then the teacher, all offering her comfort. He had a brief thought that these girls and especially the teacher should have asked his permission before intruding into his personal fucking space, but let it pass. They were helping him with the fuck, not interfering, and more girl flesh nearby made him a little more excited. The fact that others were tending to her distress as best they could freed him up. Their job might be comforting her, but his was to get his cock up her cunt, to keep stretching, invading, prodding, tearing if necessary. He compassion disappeared for the moment and he found himself raping a pussy. He looked at it, tender little thing tucked between tender little thighs. The stretched flesh and traces of blood made it clear he had violated her. He was proud of the fact, and all he cared about was ramming up her pussy, over and over again, and he let the pleasure bathe him in a lovely glow. "Is that enough?" the teacher asked tentatively. Her question brought him back to earth, where he realized he had been ramming the end of her pussy for many seconds, causing her a lot of unnecessary pain. "Just a sec," he said, and concentrated as if he could feel something up there that he couldn't. "There!" he said, and held very still at full penetration. Then he pulled out. "It felt a little different, and I wanted to be really sure." Dr. Jeckyll had covered Mr. Hyde's tracks. Girl after girl spread her legs on the camping mat to take her intravaginal therapy. He was proud of his cock. It had opened up a lot of underage virgin pussies, and though it ached a little, it was going strong and it felt fantastic. He sat in a daze, trying to catch his breath. He knew he had done a lot of girls, and he had long since left to the others the logistics of just which tender virgin pussy replaced the freshly violated one on the mat. He was aware of a commotion, and looked up when he heard a shriek of, "No! No!" Surrounding the distressed girl were half a dozen others, holding her hand and saying soothing words. They looked at the teacher, who after a moment's hesitation left the room. Looking around he realized she was the last one. Although he had violated the innards of 23 girls, he remembered each one as he looked around the room, remembered how each one looked and how she felt inside. That redhead... whatever made her pussy texture different, it was exotic and exciting! One girl was left. "It's not that I don't want to, I can't!" the girl wailed before returning to her sobs. A minute later the teacher returned. With resolve in her step, she strode over to the girl. "I'm sorry, Beth, but it's to save your life. You don't have any choice." She shrieked again. "Girls, help me drag her over, okay? Remember, it's to keep her from getting sick and maybe dying." Mrs. White took a deep breath and then started wrestling the struggling girl to the mat. Hesitantly, the half dozen girls helped as they could. Beth thrashed, and at Mrs. White's direction a girl was assigned to press each thigh down, another to hold down her chest, others her arms and head. Rachel stroked Beth's hair, tears in her own eyes as she offered her compassion. The man's erection had flagged a little as he watched the pathetic scene in front of him. His compassionate side was in control at the moment, and Beth was totally distraught. But there were other girls close by. He dared to run his hand over Anne's smooth butt as she held down the unwilling patient's left leg. She looked back at him with annoyance, and he quickly removed his hand. After the violation he had already inflicted on her, he thought a little fondling shouldn't bother her, but maybe he was wrong. But framed against the violent rape being prepared for him, it was that little gesture of his naughtiness that hardened his erection. Visible among a variety of girls parts there was a pussy in front of him between wide-spread legs, a virgin pussy that needed his attention, however much the prospect terrified its owner. He positioned his ramrod cock for the rape. You couldn't get a much more rape-like rape than this. He pushed. It took a little less force than some of the other girls had required before he punched through into her innards. He began his relentless intrusion, and was aware that the girl had stopped struggling. He had a hunch that however painful the reality, it wasn't as bad as the image she had conjured up, and the terror and dread were receding. Soon he felt his tip hit the end. Seeing her sniffling face through the lattice of girl arms, he realized she was quite pretty. He then began to thrust back and forth. Her pussy walls were especially hot and soupy and tight, and he thrust away with abandon. He wasn't in his dark, relentless raping mood any more, but rather one that loved the pleasure of the sex. She lay quietly. He doubted she was having a good time, but among all the girls her mood was definitely "most improved" compared to what she had started with. He let himself imagine that his cock up her cunt was what had pacified her, and decided to let himself go. She was the last girl in the room anyway. He allowed himself to wallow in the pleasure of the in and out motion, of the delicious caress her pussy gave despite itself. "Mr. Richardson?" asked the teacher after he had been humping away for a minute. He figured he might as well tell the truth. "This is for me," he murmured. "Oh." "What?" asked one of the girls. "I'll tell you later, everything's fine," said the teacher. She had explained the mechanics of sex, but she hadn't explained how women and men as adults both craved it -- one of the hardest things for children to fathom about sex. She knew well from her half-dozen lovers how they each strained and pumped and wanted above all else release, finishing, ejaculating. It made her excited with her lovers, and she felt an echo of that excitement now, too. If these girls turned him on so much, of course he'd want to come inside one of them. The object of his lust was quiet enough that he didn't worry so much about hurting her. He didn't jam himself in all the way, he just savored the gentle but tight caress of her pussy walls as he rubbed his sensitive tip against them. He started grunting and huffing and moaning, earning him an occasional glance from the restraining team. But the girl herself just looked at him blearily now and then, with no clearly readable expression. He kept up his motion, focusing on how great it felt to be fucking this small thing. His reptilian brain teased him with little foreshadowings of pleasure before flooding him with ecstasy as it opened his ducts and spurted shots of creamy cum into the girl's innermost pussy. When at last the act was complete and his pleasure faded, he pulled out and slid onto his back. He wasn't sure how many more classrooms of girls were left. He knew he was headed to kindergarten next. But he needed some rest, so he simply collapsed on the mat. "What happened? Is he OK?" whispered a girl. "He's fine," said Mrs. White. "I'll tell you later." As he dozed off he was aware of a few gentle caresses and brief kisses on various parts of his body, and was dimly aware of the teacher setting an example for her girls. Very sweet, he thought. But all too soon he heard Mr. Carlson's voice. "Sorry, Mr. Richardson, but there are lots more classes who need your attention." Simon sat up. The CDC man continued, "How's it going? Can we do things to make it easier?" "Yeah," he said. "I don't mind shoving into these tight little girls, but it is very tiring to pry them apart. It would help a lot if you could work on really getting them opened up most of the way before I get there." He stood shakily. "Bye, class!" he said, a little uncertainly. What to add? It has been a pleasure raping your little pussies? "Thank you, Mr. Richardson," said the teacher. "Class, let's remember that Mr. Richardson has done everything here today to keep you all from getting very, very sick." "Thank you," managed a little voice from somewhere. ------------------------------- In the kindergarten class, some girls were just crying. Some hugged each other. Some covered their little pussies with their hands. Blood-soaked paper towels were scattered all over. The kindergarten teacher was not young and was kind of stout, and he didn't feel like demonstrating sex with her at all. "Just a moment," he said, and returned to Mrs. White's classroom. "Excuse me, but I think these kindergarteners deserve a fucking demo too," he said. Mrs. White paused just a moment before smiling. "What, did Mrs. Worthington reject your advances?" she said as she started accompanying him down the hall. "Since we're going to do it a second time, let me be clear. This is just sex, right? No strings attached?" he joked, and she smiled. The two repeated their demonstration fuck before he turned his attention to the girls. Mrs. Worthington was delighted to swap classes and mind the first graders while Mrs. White stayed to supervise and witness the wholesale sexual abuse to come. The pussies were still tight, but none required the sort of exertion that the first graders had. Mr. Carlson's advice had been heeded. Mrs. Worthington had had to witness a lot of pain as her girls mutilated themselves -- and she had helped a number of times. Mr. Richardson would reap the rewards. The girls cried a little but they didn't shriek. Coaxed along by their peers, the sweet little things lay down one by one to be violated. He took some time to thrust back and forth in a couple of the prettiest ones, but for the most part he shoved in and thrust just long enough to make sure he had bumped against the end of the girl's cunt. He held himself deep for a few seconds, appreciating before withdrawing how his dream was fulfilled once more. Those two classes had taken an hour and a half each, so it was time for lunch. He ate and drank and rested for a half hour. As he trudged into the second grade classroom, he wondered if he could keep up this exhausting work. But the sight of more bare little girl bottoms and pussies gave him renewed energy. "How about all you girls strip naked," he said, and with a nod from their teacher, they readily complied. It was kind of warm in this room anyway. He got hard just contemplating all those pussies -- stretched and lubed up just for him. Mrs. White was now his demo partner for the rest of the day. After a brief example fuck he turned to the objects of his primal lust. He fucked every last girl, and saving the prettiest for last, he held himself up inside her as he soaked her pussy with sperm. His body's purpose was to breed, to ejaculate. Pulling out of girl after girl after he had achieved full penetration was not part of his body's plan, and he needed to reward it now and then with that ultimate pleasure and satisfaction. The school had children in kindergarten through fifth grade. There were two classes of each grade, and since half of each class was boys, he had between 20 to 30 girls to do in each grade. After first grade and kindergarten, he worked his way up in age. Despite the excitement of the job, he got tired and slowed down. He was only halfway through third grade when the end of the school day was upon them. All the girls had been given an assignment, and that was stretching their pussies, then lying back and spreading their legs to get fucked. The younger ones had completed their assignments during the school day. But the entire fourth and fifth grade classes of girls had to stay after school because they hadn't finished. The teachers began joking about the situation, trying to inject a little humor. This was yet another case of discrimination against girls. For a corresponding assignment, they thought of requiring the boys to stick their little cocks up their teachers' pussies, and laughed at the idea. Or maybe the boys should take it in the butt. If they wanted to match the pain the little lassies had endured, should they kick the little lads in the balls? ------------------------------- Simon Richardson finally got home at 9pm. It had been hard to treat those last fifth graders. He had gotten a break because four of them already had gotten their periods so they were thought to be immune. As he faced the last six, he was inclined to say he just couldn't do any more, but he made himself. He knew the idea of finding out that one of those dear things had succumbed to kitty fever would haunt him. A couple of the fifth graders seemed to toy with the idea that this act could be pleasurable, and that helped too. He turned off his phone and slept like the dead. Up at ten, he showered and ate and stretched and relived the incredible experience of the day before. He had finally recovered enough by noon that he turned his phone back on. There was a message from Mr. Carlson, asking if he could visit at his earliest convenience. Simon let him come at 2:30. "Mr. Richardson, we are so thankful for what you did yesterday." "I never thought I could get tired of fucking little girl pussy, but I admit I did." "The results of the test are very clear. No man was available at the Pine Street school, and overnight six girls came down with kitty fever. Two have died already. At Kennedy there were none. "You managed to provide immunity to 157 girls, more than any of the half dozen other men in the metro area who had some success yesterday." "I thought there were only five schools involved?" "We thought it was important to do as many as we could." "I'm a champion child rapist," Simon murmured. "The authorities at all levels are very interested in having you do as much of this work as you can." "What about my job?" He didn't like being a shoe salesman in a department store, but it paid the rent. "Your job will be held open for you -- if you want to go back to it." "If I don't, how am I going to earn a living?" "Permanent compensation arrangements will take time, but I can offer you $20 for each girl you are able to protect out of my CDC expense fund. You earned $3,140 yesterday. " Simon whistled. "I sure can't keep up yesterday's pace." "That is understandable. However, we are working on improving the technology so the girls are better prepared physically and emotionally." ------------------------------- Simon found that instead of tiring out, his body adjusted to the demands being put on it. He could come more times each day and get his erection back sooner. He became an expert on all the varieties of girl pussies and the best angles of attack. He also learned the most effective ways to approach the girls, depending on age. Most of the youngest ones did better with a little smooching before he slid his dick into them. The older ones generally preferred a solemn apology in advance. It turned out that not that many men were suited to treating the little girls. Aside from the relative scarcity of pedophiles who were willing to admit their tastes, most found they lacked the sex drive to treat more than three or four girls. Many lacked the stamina to go with the desire. Some were too kind, and others weren't kind enough. They also discovered that one treatment wasn't enough. After considerable experimentation, including treating some girls every day for a while, science had found no benefit to treatments more often than once a year. The onset of vulnerability was surprising and almost quaint: it happened when a girl lost her first tooth. ============================================================= As Simon woke from a pleasant sleep he stretched luxuriously. He glanced at his clock and saw it read 8:53am. His appointments started at 8:15, but he didn't set an alarm. His days went better if he slept as long as his body wanted to. The girls would wait. "Michelle!" he called. A girl of twelve soon appeared. Her family was poor, but he had agreed three years before to treat her for free because he found her stunningly beautiful and appealing. Blond hair, big blue eyes, a lithe figure. A delightful laugh, smile and sense of humor. Since the treatments were free, her family was happy to play it safe and have her treated every month. Michelle had never minded being treated. Simon arranged to schedule her as his last client of the afternoon so he could have the added pleasure of ejaculating in her. He experimented with licking her body all over before he started on the treatment. She kind of liked it. When she asked if that was part of the treatment too, he confessed that it wasn't, and he just did it because he liked it. When she was ten and a half, she started getting excited to receive his ministrations. Encouraged by her enthusiasm, he experimented one day with licking her pussy. They found that her sexual pleasure was intense, and she came fast and strong. At that point she initiated passionate kissing. When the two confessed to her parents the hunger they had for each other, they were very skeptical. But when Simon suggested hiring her at $3,000 per week to be his live-in servant, they relented. She had time off to go to school and spend time with her friends and her parents. This morning she wore only a diaphanous light blue silk shift, one of her many outfits that he found very alluring. "I should be ready in ten minutes. I'll use the west-facing room this morning. Can you have the crepes ready in five?" "Of course." With that he headed to his morning shower. Indulging his sensual whims, he had her feed him the crepes with her fingers, followed by crunchy bits of bacon. He drank the fresh-squeezed orange juice without help. Then he lay naked on his west room bed and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window across Central Park to the Hudson beyond. "Come here, my sweet," he said, and the gorgeous girl approached for the tender kiss he offered. He slid his hand up under the blue dress along her thighs to her pussy. She spread her legs so he could get a good feel. "I'd love to fuck you now," he said, "but business calls." Michelle smiled. He knew she would be delighted to be fucked any time he wanted. Michelle left and the first girl came in. "Hello, Alice," he said in a pleasant tone. "Hi Simon," said the gorgeous naked eight-year-old. He liked to start his day with some cheerful girls who at the least didn't mind getting their treatment. He lay on his back, hands behind his head as the girl straddled him and took his cock in her hand. Her beautiful curly brown hair was framed by the western morning sky. She intently lined up his cock at her pre-lubricated cute little delicate pussy opening, then shoved herself down on him, giving a warm embrace to his hard cock. She lowered herself until he felt his tip pressing hard against the end of her pussy. She wiggled back and forth a few times before pulling herself off and scrambling off the bed. She giggled and kissed him on the cheek. "See you next month, Alice." "Yeah, see you!" she said, tripping out. Seconds later the next girl came in, this one not a beauty by any means and a little on the pudgy side. She wore a pink dress to keep herself covered. So as she lowered herself onto him, he didn't see anything, but nature and experience both promised a pussy up under there, and he soon felt it engulfing his cock. Her pussy was as warm and wet and enticing as the next girl's. After she bottomed out she rose quickly. He liked to start his day with a dozen girls who impaled themselves on him. The next six he took from the rear. He had a special "horse" that let them assume the position comfortably and left their pussies at just the right height for him to slide in as he stood. This position was their choice. Most chose it because they didn't have to see the man who was fucking them; they could imagine it was just a dildo penetrating them if they chose to. But a few chose it because they liked the idea. Those few he fucked for a while, appreciating the luscious little girl bodies as he fondled their hips and backs. Returning to his bed, he licked out little Sandra as she lay on her back, legs spread wide. She was a sweet thing and he gave her parents a discount for being able to taste and smell and generally consume her little girl parts with his mouth. He later attended to business, lubing her and giving her a proper fuck, which also pleased him. His last client just before lunch was Vanessa. After ten months of his treatments and who knows how many before she met him, she remained ornery and sullen. She was physically rather unappealing. Her eyes didn't focus together and she had a notably horsey face. But her parents paid the handsome fee of $13,900 if he not just treated her in the normal fashion but ejaculated inside her. Part of the deal was that she never find out they were spending that much on her. Needless to say, her parents were quite wealthy. The scientific evidence showed that repeating the treatment once a year was adequate, with a few studies suggesting there was a tiny benefit from more frequent treatments. Parents who really wanted the very best protection for their girls got them treated as often as once a month. There was also an unsubstantiated belief that getting an ejaculation up the pussy conveyed an even greater protection. With regard to Vanessa, Simon thought that the girl's suffering outweighed any benefit. She could have just draped herself over a horse once a year and taken it from the rear in a few seconds. But her parents had her in missionary position, every month, undergoing the necessarily longer sex and witnessing his grunting pleasure. But he didn't argue with his clients, and figured that if he didn't do her, one of his competitors surely would. He was as happy as Vanessa to make it a quickie. It certainly wasn't a high point of his day, but he could close his eyes and imagine he was buried in the pussy of one of the dozens of attractive girls he had penetrated within the previous couple hours. ------------------------------- For lunch he had something different each day. Today's mid-day meal was centered around grilled swordfish and lobster meat. His practice was rapidly filling up with repeat clients, but he was still actively seeking out new ones. At several dozen clients a day, five days a week, he could handle quite a large caseload. A couple times a week he reviewed the online applications, which included still photos and brief movies. He not only decided who to see, but how much to charge. Stunningly beautiful and charming girls like Michelle he might do for free. Girls who were notably unappealing because of their physical or psychological attributes cost a lot. Some he wouldn't do for any price. Intravaginal ejaculation was a hefty extra charge as well. In search of favorable publicity, he did a few girls with physical or mental disabilities for free. There were subsidized programs available for the poor, but with government budget cuts, it was not a pretty sight. He was at the top of his trade. His cock was fairly skinny but long enough to reach the end of the deepest girl pussies. He never had had an erection problem. He was fairly handsome and had a slight build that girls found less threatening than a large, hairy man. And he treated unusual situations like hysterical girls with relative grace. Realizing that he was a high-end treater, he added amenities to justify his elite position. There were of course private changing rooms complete with showers and complimentary snacks. Counselors were available to talk with girls who had any emotional issues. Doctors were on call for physical issues. "Yelp" comments were uniformly positive except for an occasional grumble about the price. Now he realized he was the benefit of something that could bring in even more income: the snob factor. When rich women talked, they might let it drop that their daughters got their treatments with Simon Richardson. He was debating raising his prices because when it came to the luxury end, paying a high price itself added to the mystique and generated greater demand. People encouraged him to open a national chain to capitalize on his name. But he wasn't interested in building an empire; he was happy to be a multimillionaire from his own solo practice. He took time off for other things, but he was generally happy to work six days a week for at least eight hours a day. Like many lucky professionals, he loved his job and got more satisfaction from it than his free time. ------------------------------- After lunch he had three virgins scheduled. Medical products had been developed to virtually eliminate the physical pain. Early attempts to use local anesthesia during the act were quickly abandoned, as no man could stand any trace of the drug working on his organ, but it could be used to good effect to remove prominent hymens. As for stretching a little girl's vagina to the proper size, a simple procedure sufficed. First, they injected into the vaginal opening a cream that caused long-lasting tissue relaxation. Then when the little pussy had opened up enough they used the inflatable stretcher. When inserted it was pencil-thick, but it expanded to fit snugly against the vaginal walls and exerted a constant pressure. Coated with tissue relaxant and just a trace of estrogen, the girl could be made ready in a few weeks without discomfort. The device reported its thickness at any given time, thus telling the girl's parents the size of penis she could accommodate. So with a stretched out pussy and some lube, the physical pain was negligible. That left the emotional complications. A lot of times there was a simple "yuck" factor, which could be lessened by discussion and role-playing in advance. The first two of Simon's virgins were well prepared. He enjoyed their wide eyes and giggles as they took a cock up inside them for the first time. ------------------------------- Despite the routine preparation procedure, there were still occasional emergencies. No one wanted to treat their girls at age two or three, of course. The first loose tooth was the sign that the girls were vulnerable, and some girls lost their first tooth early. And some parents just didn't get the word or didn't follow through despite the warnings bombarding them from every side. Audrey's parents had called just that morning and his secretary had given them an emergency appointment. They had just noticed a loose tooth and they panicked. Audrey had just started kindergarten, so it was very early for a girl to lose a tooth. They had been stretching her for the past couple hours, using a much higher pressure with the intravaginal device than usual. "Sorry, honey, but it's going to hurt," Simon said. He shoved in then, and the girl screeched. Her tissues parted grudgingly. Poor Audrey cried throughout the penetration, a more full-throated version coming each time he advanced another half a centimeter. She was tight, but her vagina was long, and he had to go much deeper than usual for a girl that young. Was early baby tooth loss correlated with having a deep vagina? Simon was briefly amused by the idea, but continued his pressing until he finally felt the end of her pussy, then pressed some more to make sure he was against it firmly. He pressed in a dozen more times, ostensibly to make sure he had treated her, but in actually because he enjoyed fucking virgins. Then he pulled out, a bit winded from the exertion. He was reminded of his first morning at the Kennedy Elementary School. ------------------------------- Simon was settled down in bed, and he looked on approvingly as Michelle finished her strip tease, sliding off her red skirt. When the girl slid into bed with him, he said, "Would you mind terribly if I licked your clit?" This was a joke. Michelle would never turn down an opportunity to experience her lover's tongue. With his delicate strokes, she got excited quickly. Sometimes he was happy to play in this position for half an hour, but this day he found he was impatient for his own pleasure and brought her to a crashing orgasm in a mere two minutes. After she recovered a little, he said, "Would you mind giving me a similar treatment?" She didn't answer, but just smiled and set about pleasuring him. One thing no client parent had ever suggested was to have the opportunity to suck his dick. Michelle did it happily. He was horny, and after a mere minute of her lovely tongue action he nudged her onto her back and thrust inside her, parting her wet, hot, mature tissues. After a couple minutes of thrusts with his pubic bone touching hers in just the way she liked, Michelle came again lustily. Simon kept right on thrusting. But he wasn't up for a marathon. It certainly wasn't just a busman's holiday, but he had worked all day as a sex worker and would start another in the morning. Michelle sensed his excitement building and said, "That already cost me $500, right? You'd better pull out before you come or it will cost me another $2,000!" He loved her sense of humor. The girl's vagina squeezed him lusciously, and he felt his cock harden more and more. "Nah, I'll pay *you* $2,000, he said, grunting and shoving. "Permission to ejaculate inside you, miss?" he asked, panting. "Hmmm. Granted!" she said, gripping his back and squeezing his cock with her pussy. "Permission to shriek and convulse and squeeze it out of you?" "Mmmm," he said, his excitement cresting. "Granted!!" he exclaimed, surging deep inside his girl and pulsing his seed. "Oooooo, Simon!" she yelled, her own third climax possessing her. Their breathing slowed, and his bundle of fresh and satisfied femininity curled against him. They slept. ------------------------------- Simon Richardson wouldn't say he was glad kitty fever came, at least not publicly. But it had let him find his calling. His calling was fucking little girls. He loved nothing better in the world. For some reason it was the little girls whose sexuality was not yet awakened that got him hard and gave him that powerful urge to get inside. Up under the dresses and skirts were panties. In every pair of panties was a cute set of fat little labia, and inside each little set of fleshy protectors was a pussy. Each pussy started small and virginal. In the old days it could stay that way until a girl reached puberty, but kitty fever had changed all that. Now each little pussy needed a cock in it all the way to ensure the girl's health. While technology handled the job of preparing the passageway physically, a human interaction was also required. The pussy needed to get fucked, and Simon's job was to fuck it. Yes, he absolutely loved his profession. ============================================================= I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com.