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

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First posted January 2, 2011
 
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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."

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"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.


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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..."

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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.

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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?

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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.


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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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