Author: Sterling
Title: Tiny Katy Needs Her Spermies (Chapter 1 of 4)
Summary: 5-year-old Katy needs someone to do a full mating with
her to save her life, and her mom finds me on a pedophile board.
Dealing with the emotional aspects is the most delicate part.
Then there's another girl, then more, then a flood of them.
Keywords: Mg ScFi nc reluc oral ped loli 1st preg harem  inc fath
dau

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 12/25/2013.

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Tiny Katy Needs Her Spermies (Chapter 1 of 4)

I strolled nonchalantly past the bench, checking out my contact
with the most furtive of glances. She appeared to be just what
she had said she was, a woman in her early 30s.

I kept walking, looking around for people who might be undercover
cops. If they were there, they'd undoubtedly be hidden with
professional care and I'd never detect them, but it didn't stop
me from looking. A hundred yards past the bench, I pretended to
read the inscription under the statue of a Civil War hero, then
returned, heart pounding. It was now or never. I slowed and
approached the woman.

"Meredith?"

"Yes, that's me. You must be Jason?"

"Right."

She seemed ill at ease -- and that comforted me.

It started in JudyGarland, one of the online forums about young
girls. A pedophile forum, where the participants discussed which
celebrity girls we found attractive, what we liked about them,
and how they made us feel. A few people chimed in with crude
comments about just what physical acts they would like to
perform, but the moderators at JudyGarland kept a pretty tight
lid on things. We were talking about girl love, and the mods kept
it positive. No rants about how horrible society was that we
weren't allowed to have sex with girls. No suicidal despair. No
hint of real porn. We just shared our attractions in a way we
never could off the web. None of us was "out" in the real world.
Admitting attraction to 6-year-old girls would be social suicide.

"Fred" contacted me through a private message, saying he felt
like our tastes were very similar. He sent me links to a few
pictures of girls in family photo albums online -- not
celebrities. I thanked him and told him which I found the
hottest,  though they were all attractive to me. Then Fred
announced in a long private message that "he" was really a woman
named Meredith, and she had something very unusual she hoped to
discuss in person. She lived in the New York area, and had
selected me in part because I had mentioned I lived in the area
as well. I tried to pry more information out of her by email, but
she was cagey, just saying that she thought I would find it very
interesting. No, she was not underage, and she was not proposing
any sort of sexual encounter. She just wanted to tell me about
something.

I mentioned it to a couple of my online contacts, and they all
urged caution, assuming it was some sort of scam. It might not be
a police operation, but she could be a front for vigilantes. I
couldn't rule it out, but I'd never heard of their suggesting
meeting a grown woman just to talk. And there were other boards
where men made crude comments; why would they target someone like
me from the relatively sweet and innocent JudyGarland? I had made
clear in occasional posts how sad I was that I would never be
able to have a sexual relationship with a girl -- though in the
end I didn't really even want to, knowing it would be bad for the
girl.

My contacts asked what good could possibly come of it. I
countered that she could be a grown woman with a fetish for
gentle celibate pedophiles, hoping to engage in a relationship
where she pretended to be a little girl -- though I had to admit
it was unlikely. Or perhaps she wanted to sell me on a pyramid
scheme or get me to accept Christ as my personal savior.

In any event, my curiosity won out, and here I was, standing in
front of a young woman seated on a park bench.

She said I was going to find this incredibly bizarre, and she
hoped I'd at least hear her full story. She pulled a laptop out
of her bag and motioned me to sit beside her.

"I'm going to show you some video of my daughter. She's 5 years
old."

"Whoa. Why do you want to do that?"

She laid her hand on mine gently. "I told you... Please, hear me
out."

I sighed but didn't bolt, so she brought up the video. And there
was a gorgeous little girl: blond, blue eyes, smiling, dancing in
the living room.

"Wait, that's no 5-year-old."

"Oh, right. This is from when she was younger. She's about 3
here. But I have some from more recently, too."

The girl certainly was a charmer. I felt a certain warmth between
my legs, but it wasn't going to become an embarrassing erection.
A clip from when she was 4 showed her playing at the beach -- but
I was relieved to see she was wearing a one-piece and her crotch
wasn't showing. A later clip showed her playing dress-up with a
friend, laughing so hard they fell over.

"OK, that's our sweet Katy. But there's a problem." When she
tapped the screen, there was a picture of a 5-year-old Katy
crying. The next showed Katy screaming and pummeling the legs of
a woman who was standing by her, shown only from the waist down
but speaking in a soothing voice. The next shot was of the girl
lying on the floor clutching her stomach, moaning and writhing.
These pictures were painful to watch. Most kids would have good
days and bad days, so why did she videotape the bad days?

"She's got a problem. She got an attack where she said something
really hurt, but it got better. But then it happened again and
she got frantic, and we took her to the pediatrician. But a
battery of tests found nothing. The attacks continued, and during
the worst ones she had vomiting and diarrhea. The pediatrician
referred us to a specialist."

Meredith paused and sighed. "She explained she had to look at
Katy's private parts, even though she hadn't complained of any
problems there. I was there when she examined her. It turned out
she's more developed than normal for a girl her age down there,
and then the specialist did some more tests. When the results
were in, she brought me in to explain this new syndrome that some
young girls are getting. All they call it for now is Sick Little
Girl Syndrome, or S.L.G.S., pronounced 'slugs'. They don't know
too much about it, but they do know that it gets worse. The
painful attacks get more frequent. A few of the first girls who
showed up with the syndrome can't go to school any more because
they feel so bad, and when an attack hits they can be very
disruptive..."

I still wasn't sure where this was going, but I already felt a
connection with poor little Katy -- it's a blessing and a curse
how easily we pedophiles feel those connections. The mention of
Katy's privates made me nervous -- and a little excited.

"There's no real treatment. Painkillers help some, and
anti-anxiety meds when she has an attack. Naturally, I scoured
the web to find out everything I could about this. A month ago I
found this article." She brought up a scientific paper with a big
fat abstract and pages of dense text, filled with tables and
graphs. "The gist of it is, they think they have an animal model
of it. In rats." She brought up another dense article. "And then
there's this one. It turns out that the female pups also have the
more developed genitalia, and if they give them hormones that
make them act like they're in heat, and put the right scent on
their little behinds, males will mate with them. And the thing is
-- it reduces their symptoms."

My head suddenly started spinning. "No, sorry, no way!" I sat up
straight, ready to flee.

She started talking quickly. "You saw how much she's suffering,
right? Can't you at least keep listening? Won't you do that much
for her? It might be fatal, you know. Dr. Black always looks very
troubled when she talks about those cases that are most
advanced... and I'm not one to just sit around and wait for the
doctors..."

I hesitated. It might be life or death? Meredith knew how to keep
a pedophile's attention. I relaxed again.

"Well, of course this is horrible. I contacted the specialist and
she said it was just a preliminary animal study, and the hope was
eventually to isolate the relevant chemicals so they could make a
drug. But my Katy is suffering so much! It took me a while to get
over the revulsion of doing anything with Katy's privates. But I
got a neighbor to, um, give me a semen sample and I tried
squirting it up into Katy's, um, vagina, but there was no effect.
The scientists had tried that too with the rats, and it didn't
help them. The male rat had to mate with her. But it was worth a
try. Do you, um, find her attractive?"

"Oh, this is ridiculous. Don't ask me that! But, um, yes -- in
theory."

"Oh, yeah, I can see it would be weird. This is all so weird."

"By the way, what does your husband think of this idea?"

"Oh, he disappeared six months ago."

"Sorry to hear that."

"It's got its pluses and minuses. But no, I wouldn't dream of
talking about it with him if he did show up."

"Figures. Look, I've got to go."

"Just a bit more, please? In this next video, I'm breaking the
law, OK? But watch."

I hoped it wasn't child porn -- or most of me did. I sighed but
did not leave.

The video showed Meredith talking to Katy.

"This thing in your tummy is really awful, right?"

Katy looked at her like she was crazy.

"So would you be willing to try weird things to make it so you'd
never have an attack again?"

"Anything!" said Katy. "I'd do anything!" Once again, it stung
me.

"OK," said the Meredith in the video with a deep breath. "Watch
this." I was watching a video of Katy and Meredith watching a
video. It began showing a man and a woman kissing.

"Yuck," said Katy.

"You said you'd do anything, right? Keep an open mind."

The next cut of the video showed a grown man's penis that was
notably small, much as it might be when emerging from a cold
shower. Katy giggled. He was on his back, though the video didn't
show his face. He stroked his finger around the tip a couple
times. The camera zoomed in and recorded the rapid swelling of
the organ, first to normal flaccid condition, then filling
rapidly and finally hardening. Katy squirmed, looking away at
times but never for long. The video within the video progressed
to a full, twitching erection and then froze.

"That's what happens to grown men's penises sometimes. Now, Katy,
this next part might be hard to watch." Meredith took her hand.
"This is something men and women do when they're married."

The video showed a woman's lower half, lying on a bed. The woman
lifted her butt, pulled down her panties, and spread her thin
legs. Her pussy lips were very smooth, freshly shaved if not
waxed. A man's lower parts came into the picture as he slid up
into mounting position. The woman spread her lips as the man's
hand guided his penis to her opening. Katy's hand covered her
mouth as she watched. The video showed his glans in almost slow
motion nestling into her soft vestibule, and then ever so slowly
starting to glide inward. The video had the sound on, since you
could hear the soft rustling sounds as the bodies moved together,
but there were no words or vocalizations from either of the
actors. The video froze with an inch or two of the penis buried
in the vagina.

"Blech!" said Katy. "So when are you going to tell me what you
want me to do?"

"Well," said Meredith, looking away. "Uhhhhh..."

Suddenly Katy's eyes got big as saucers as the light dawned. "You
want me to do *that*?"

"Well, only if you want to. I'd never even ask you to think about
that ordinarily! But there's a chance that it could make your
attacks stop."

Katy looked like she had just eaten a very sour pickle. "It's so
weird! Isn't it naughty?"

"Yes, absolutely! You'd never let a man get anywhere near you
like that ordinarily. But when you're really sick we sometimes do
strange things. Remember when Dr. Black had to look up there and
poked her finger inside?"

"Yeah..."

"That was a little weird, but just to make you feel better. This
would be the same. And we'd make sure it didn't hurt you."

Katy looked again at the video where it was frozen on a penis
entering a vagina. She looked at the video and said skeptically,
"Maybe... So what kind of man has a penis that turns into a pole
like that?"

"Oh, they all do, sweetie. It's just part of being a man."

"Oh."

"It's something all women do when they grow up -- they like it
then. So it's not totally strange, it's just ordinarily we wait
'til we're all grown up and feel like doing it, just for fun."

"I'm never going to want to do that for fun!"

"All little girls say that. And you never have to do unless you
want to. But here, it's to make your attacks go away, sweetie.
And to keep them from getting worse."

Katy's faced relaxed as she said, "So, would daddy come back to
do that to me?"

"Oh, no, honey, I'm sorry. We don't know where daddy is... But
even if he did come back, not daddy!"

"Why not?"

"Oh, it's just... This is hard to explain. It's not just like a
doctor sticking a finger up there either, right? You understand
that? And so it's not good for daddy to do that. He's got to just
be your daddy, like always."

"Who would do it?"

"We've got to find a special man," Meredith said, glancing up at
the video camera she had set up to record the conversation.

"Will he be nice?"

"Oh, yes, you'll like him. You'll get to play with him first,
just normal with clothes on and all, and if you don't like him
we'll find another one."

Katy appeared thoughtful.

"Would you do it if you knew you'd never have another attack?"

Katy's face stayed solemn, but she gave a definite nod.

The video stopped. Katy was just mesmerizing as a real little
girl, and I found myself bound to her tighter and tighter as I
watched her wrestle with this very uncomfortable choice. I shook
my head at the tragedy of it.

Real-life Meredith looked at me again, holding both of my hands
in hers as the words rushed out. "I know it's totally illegal,
but just showing her that probably makes me a a criminal, and if
I ask you to do this then I'm guilty of a way, way worse crime.
But... But I can't stand to see my daughter suffering if there's
any chance! Society has all these rules about sex, but it's not
worth dying just to obey them... I could pay you... You could it
to me too, if you want, but no, wait, I guess you wouldn't like
that, but just so you know, I'd do anything --"

I raised my hand to stop her torrent of words. "I'll think about
it," I said, and got up to leave.

As I turned, Meredith said only one word, "Please..." But in it
was the anguish of a mother who will indeed do anything to save
her child's life.

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It was a nightmare; it was a dream come true. Acting would be a
despicable crime; not acting would be a mortal sin of omission --
it might even be murder. My motives were pure, and I would find a
way to do this even if I had no sexual attraction to little girls
at all; my motive was raw lust, the chance to be sexually
satisfied for the first and quite probably last time in my life.
I could think clearly; I was befuddled as never before in my
life.

Perhaps masturbation would reduce my lust and it would become
clearer. Naturally it was Katy I was picturing. My orgasm came
quickly and was intense -- Katy was plenty cute but it was the
possibility of actual consummation that was unprecedented, and my
body knew it.

The emails from Meredith continued. The first was in my Inbox
before I got home. It thanked me so much for meeting and
apologized for such a strange request. I quickly replied to say I
was thinking about it and would get back to her shortly. Less
than a day later came one with a couple pictures of Katy, looking
very cute. A few hours later was a restrained report of Katy's
latest episode and an anguished paragraph on how it was so hard
for Meredith to wait, yet she felt so bad thinking she was
pressuring me. Next came a report that none of the other men she
had contacted had been willing to even meet with her, and in
telling me that she was on the one hand hoping I would realize it
was all on my shoulders and on the other not think that I would
be a fool since all the other men were saying no. Then came an
email with two brief video clips of Katy. In the first she looked
bedraggled and haggard, and said, "Jason, I really really want
you to try to make me better so I don't have these darned
things!" In the second she was in a pretty dress, clean hair
shining and smiling. "I really want you to make me better even
when I haven't just gotten over one of those awful things. And my
mommy says I really oughtta let you know I mean it and she's just
not getting me to say it, and that makes me all confused, but I
do know I'll do anything to feel better. And, and..." She looked
down and said, "And I know what you're gonna do and..." She
looked up and straight into the camera, "I want to do it!" I knew
she meant it. She immediately looked a little to the side of the
camera and said, "I'm trying, mommy! Why shouldn't I show him my
vagina? Wouldn't that help?" Meredith chuckled as she said, "Just
so, dear. But I think you really got it that time. No more
takes." I smiled.

I'm 52 years old. I always count to ten before making a big
decision, and I made it to ten. Originally they were supposed to
be days, but I decided half-days were good enough. I waited ten
half-days.

I still wasn't totally committed. When I agreed to meet Katy, I
made it clear that under absolutely no circumstances was I going
to engage in any sexual activity during the visit. Meredith
thought that was a good idea too, since Katy would have time to
not just get to know me, but to think a little bit about it
without me there and make sure it was what she wanted.

When I came over on Saturday afternoon, Katy was awkward for the
first minute, but I have a way with girls. In no time I was
wearing a silly hat, holding a prince doll and talking to Katy in
the voice of the prince. Katy laughed, showed me her other dolls,
and then sat in my lap after handing me the book she really
wanted me to read.

I had read a page when it suddenly struck her just what this was
all about. She sat up straight, looked at me, and her hands came
together at the front of her dress over where her privates were.
I pretended not to notice and just kept reading, and soon she
relaxed again. When that book was done, she scrambled up and put
it back on the shelf. She reached for another, but before
grabbing it she turned to face me.

"Mommy says I'm not supposed to show you anything naughty this
time." Her hands were joined in front of her privates again and
she was twisting back and forth like the center part of a washing
machine.

"That's right," I agreed emphatically. "Everything just like
normal."

She gave a mischievous grin and turned away from me, looking back
over her shoulder once. I could see her lifting the front of her
dress, and when it was up in front, my guess was that she was
pulling the front of her panties out. "You've got to keep
hiding!" she said in a stage whisper to her privates. I had no
time to object before she had dropped the dress, grabbed the next
book and turned around, as if nothing had happened. I read the
next book.

I extricated myself from Katy's play space slowly after a couple
hours, the time frame Meredith and I had agreed upon.

"Are you going to come back?" Katy said. "I want you to come back
and read -- and stuff."

"Maybe, we'll talk about it -- but I'd like to." I'd had enough
counting to ten.

"Oh, goody!" said Katy. "Then why can't you stay? Mommy's been
getting me ready down there. We could do it right now!"

Meredith and I put a stop to this enthusiasm, and I managed to
keep my erection from rising to a visible stage before I was out
the door.

Emails that night confirmed that Katy was very interested in
going through with the plan, and how soon could we do it?
Meredith reporting how she explained to Katy that grown-ups
didn't usually go visiting at sunrise or even 7am. We agreed on
10 the next morning, She also confirmed that with the help of
some dildos Katy was at a point where she should be able to
accommodate me just fine. She was going to set the guest room up
for us. She figured that way if Katy had a bad reaction she
wouldn't associate it with her own bed.

My erection kept surging strongly to life that evening, and
masturbation would have been very tempting, but I willed it to
subside. I needed to conserve my semen for the task ahead.

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"Jason!" said Katy, reaching out her arms. I put my hands under
her armpits and she jumped up to hug my front, legs snaking
around behind my back. She rested her head against my chest for
just a moment before wriggling to get down.

"We could --" she started, but stopped, her enthusiasm fading to
a more somber expression. "We could do it now," she said,
gulping.

"Not unless you really want to," I said softly.

"You two can go have some privacy in the guest room," said
Meredith. "But Katy, you never have to do anything you don't
want."

I led the way to the guest room and Katy followed tentatively.
Once I was inside, I turned. She was standing in the doorway.

"If we're going to do anything, you need to close the door so we
have privacy."

"I... I don't know if I'm..."

"Not sure you're ready? That's fine. We can still close the door
and decide later."

Katy saw the sense in that and closed the door. "I didn't show
you my shells yesterday. I've picked these up different times,
like at the Cape and then when we went to Florida... I keep them
in here because my room has so much stuff already..."

I listened for a minute, then stood behind Katy and put my hands
gently on her shoulders. I knew she was trying to avoid an
awkward situation. She stopped talking as soon as she felt my
touch. She knew it too.

I sat on the side of the bed and patted the space beside me.

Katy sat.

"You have these awful attacks sometimes, your mommy says."

"They are just awful! My tummy hurts, and my poop is runny and
goes forever, and sometimes I throw up. But that part's OK, it's
that it hurts so, so much! And then I'm so tired afterward. And
they keep getting worse. We're in this group with other girls
with the problem and their families, and I haven't met any yet,
but I did a Skype thingie with one of them..."

I put my hand lightly on her shoulder and she stopped once more.

"You have these awful attacks, and your mommy says there's
something that might fix it. And even though it's really strange,
you think you'd like to try it. Is that right?"

She nodded her head up and down twice but didn't look at me.

"Do you want to wait a bit, or should we get it out of the way?"
She hesitated again, and I kissed her cheek in a friendly
parental manner. "I'll still think you're wonderful no matter
what happens," I said. "Even if you scream and hit me."

She looked over at me with a trusting smile, then sighed. She was
in stocking feet but peeled the socks off in record time, then
got up. And then she stripped, quickly and without ceremony, as
if she was getting ready for the bath. She pulled the dress up
and over her head and tossed it aside onto the floor, then pulled
her panties down, kicked them away with a foot, and stood before
me naked.

"See! Here I am!" But her smile faded at once.

"You look perfect!" I said with a very sincere smile, but I
gulped myself. "I guess it's my turn?"

Katy nodded.

I started to undress too, though it took me longer. Off came
sneakers and socks, shirt and undershirt, then trousers. I
hesitated briefly before shedding my briefs. I didn't have an
erection, though my organ was more full of blood than usual. The
naked 5-year-old in front of me looked at it.

Why would I have an erection? Katy was a child, and children need
our protection. They don't need any sexual attention from adults.
If I found a child attractive, an erection was for later, in
private, while remembering. Except Katy was different. She had
not stripped in preparation for a bath. She had stripped because
she wanted me to slide my penis into her vagina in an effort to
cure her mysterious affliction. Like any kind adult, I would like
to help her. I was providing medical treatment. Except I couldn't
really provide this medical treatment unless I had some impure
thoughts. I was a bit ashamed at how readily those impure
thoughts came and how rapidly my penis rose to its ready
condition.

She glanced at my swollen organ and said in a meek voice, "So
this will cure me?"

"We hope so," I said softly.

She lay back on the bed, legs spread wide. She held her pussy
lips open the way the woman in the video had done, then looked up
at the ceiling and gulped.

What was the right thing to say? I was pretty sure the topic was
not covered in any parenting manuals. I decided to get the simple
parts out of the way. I crawled up onto her, and as I did she
removed her hands. I kept my penis a couple inches away from her
private parts. I held my torso up on my elbows and looked at her.

"Katy?"

She looked up at me.

"We only do this if you want to, right?"

She nodded.

"You have these terrible attacks, and your mommy thinks maybe
this will make them better. That's the only reason I'd ever do
this to you, right? And the only reason your mommy would let me,
and the only reason you'd let me, right?"

She nodded again, still looking solemn and nervous.

"So, should we do this weird thing where I take this funny dildo
that grows out of me and slide it into you?"

She smiled then. "Your peepee turned into a dildo!"

"I guess it did! So should I make it do what dildos do?"

"Yeah, I guess."

I reached down between us and gently nudged her lips apart.

"The amazing Jason will now do his dildo disappearing act!" I
said as I lodged my tip in the moist folds that promised a vagina
within. "Ready? Could we have a drum roll please?"

She tried to smile but I could see it was an effort. Maybe that
was as far as humor could take us.

I pressed and she shut her eyes. I expected resistance but there
wasn't much. Her vagina spread readily to receive my intrusion,
though she was tight. It felt wet and warm. At one level it also
felt good, but it wasn't a level I wanted to focus on. I was here
with Katy in an incredibly awkward situation, my purpose to give
her some medicine. Surely any man with compassion would react the
same way? A little stimulation was all the male body required, a
little vaginal embrace, hot and wet. I went in and out with slow,
small strokes and felt my climax building. Katy -- it was all
about Katy. I took an extra breath as I felt my orgasm beginning,
but remained calm and otherwise quiet. Yes, there was pleasure --
that was inevitable during ejaculation. I felt my rhythmic
contractions expelling my semen into Katy's little vagina. As the
last orgasmic twitch subsided, I sighed and took some deep
breaths, letting my penis slide out, less than a minute after I
had slid it in.

"There, all done!" I said.

She opened her eyes. "Really?"

I nodded and smiled.

She relaxed visibly. "That was easy, just like a dildo! And you
hardly put it in at all!"

The shallow penetration was just what I had intended. It made
sense that Meredith had allowed for full-depth penetration.

"Yippee! We did it!" shouted Katy, bouncing up. She found her
panties and managed to get them right side out and put them on.
After putting on my own briefs I retrieved her dress and
straightened it out for her so she could just slip it over her
head. I put on my own trousers and T-shirt.

I'd have been happy to read or play, but I of course followed her
lead. She went to find her mommy and sat in her lap.

"How was it?" asked Meredith softly. "Did you, um, do it?" She
looked away, then made herself look up to see me nod.

"It was fine," said Katy, and after a pause, "So what happens
now?"

"Whatever you want," said Meredith. "You want to play by
yourself, or have Jason read you a book?"

"By myself," said Katy.

"OK," I said, and returned to the guest room to finish dressing.
I heard the two of them talking softly in the living room.

When I emerged, Katy smiled and said, "Thank you." I knelt and
she came over and gave me a hug, but not a long one.

"Well, let's be in touch later," I said, and Meredith nodded.

With that, I was off.

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My better self had been focused on giving Katy what she needed, a
dose of sperm delivered gently and politely. That part of me felt
proud.

But the other part of me, the same one that had ejaculated,
remembered how wonderful it felt, how amazing to mount a
5-year-old, be received by her vagina, to join bodies, and to
deliver my load up inside her private, tender place that was
designed for just that purpose -- though not designed to be used
that way for several years. Now that the event was over, I was
happy. Happy in a very lusty, naughty way. I'd fucked a little
girl!

The email I got the next morning from Meredith was sad, though
not unexpected. That very afternoon Katy had had one of her
attacks -- a doozy, though not the worst. If there was relief to
be found in this treatment, it wasn't immediate and unmistakable.

I wasn't sure what Meredith would do next, whether she would give
up or suggest another try. I was surprised that she suggested
meeting in the park again, though I readily agreed.

As I approached the bench, I did feel a pang of anxiety. Whatever
the extenuating circumstances, I had molested her 5-year-old
daughter in unmistakable and dramatic fashion.

"Hi," I said.

"Hi."

"That was certainly very strange. After all the talk and
reasoning, it was still very strange."

"Yeah, thank you. I know I'm the one who pushed you into it. Who
badgered you into it. Bullied you."

"You made your opinions known, it's true, but I certainly wanted
to do it. I really wanted to help Katy, and I'm sorry it didn't
work."

"But did you just want to help Katy? I mean, I met you on a
pedophile forum..."

I grinned sheepishly. "Well, no, obviously I enjoyed it too. I
had to enjoy it to a certain extent or I couldn't even do the job
you wanted me to do."

She smiled. "Right. Katy told me about it. In great detail. Over
and over."

"Sorry if it wasn't so great for her. I'm surprised she found
much detail to tell. It didn't last very long."

"If I ever had any doubt, I now know that even at age 5, to a
girl a penis is very different from a dildo. Not physically, but
psychologically. A penis has a man stuck on the end of it." She
laughed. "She talked about how you held your breath and your face
looked kind of funny."

"I thought her eyes were closed."

"Apparently not the whole time. She asked if it hurt you. I
assured her that it didn't, and that in fact you liked it very
much. You did, didn't you?"

"Yeah, of course."

"It's not like you're having to pretend she's attractive or beat
yourself into it."

"No way."

"See, it got me thinking. If you didn't go in very far, only
moved a little, and it didn't last very long... God, I can't
believe I'm talking about my 5-year-old's sex life like this!"

"True, it's weird. But we have good reasons."

"True. I was thinking about the rats again. How the semen alone
didn't work, but when the male rat mated with her, it did work."

"OK..."

"Well, I wonder if the male rat thought with consideration about
how the poor little female was just a pup and he didn't want to
be too rough with her."

I smiled. "Uh, no, you wouldn't think so, would you."

"So..."

"So. You want me to act like a male rat?"

"No. I thought maybe you should act like a man would act with a
woman."

"Um, there is a lot of variety, and some men are very gentle and
quick. There are those Catholic guys who cover their wives with a
sheet and just stick their dick through a hole while thinking
Christ-like thoughts." I was stalling.

"If you let yourself go and just do what you wanted, would you be
trying to hurt her?"

"God, no!"

"Sorry, I just figured I ought to ask. I'm convinced that if
there's no physical pain, what makes it sexual abuse is all about
why the man is doing what he's doing, about the secrecy and
betrayal of trust. And that's not happening here."

"So if she looks back on being raped by a horny pedophile, she'll
realize it was for her own good?"

"It wouldn't be rape, not really. I mean, if she doesn't want to
do it, we're not going to, right?"

"Right."

"And otherwise, yeah, that's just what I think... Assuming she
grows up at all..." She was suddenly fighting back tears.

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

"Jason," she said, turning to me. "I want you to do all the
things to her that you'd like to do, in terms of making love. I
don't know what that all is -- kissing, back rubs?"

"Sure."

"Did you know the dildo work wasn't really that hard? I was
expecting tears and blood, but mostly what I got were giggles.
And she could take 8 inches of a fat one if it came to that."

"Hmmm, well, I don't think I can help you there."

"I just meant that whatever size you are, you don't need to hold
back. And here's another thing. Psychologically, little girls
have women inside them. It's all there in some form. And I don't
know if women have talked to you much about sex..."

"No, can't say they have..."

"Well, I've talked to a few women about it, and there's something
special about being totally desired by a man and taken just the
way he wants. Even if he doesn't give a shit about her pleasure.
Even if it hurts."

"Hmmm. And you're thinking Katy would see it that way?"

"I'm just thinking or hoping that there's that part in her -- in
her body at least -- that will recognize and respond to that.
When you do it again, I want you to go all the way. Give it a
full test. Don't leave us wondering if maybe you were too
considerate and gentle. Shove it in and out fast and deep."

"Like really do it to her, no holds barred..."

"Right. I don't want any part of her to be in any doubt about it
-- she's really got to know at every level that she's just been,
just been, um..." She looked at me and raised her voice,
"fucked!"

"Yeah, I get it." We were silent a moment, then I said, "I wonder
if a good mother has ever talked to a pedophile this way in the
whole history of the world."

"Maybe not."

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Katy was much more relaxed this time. When she started to wiggle
out of her dress, I stopped her.

"No, you don't. We'll get to that in time."

"Huh?"

"Taking clothes off can be part of the fun. Just lie down."

As we lay on the bed, I kissed her cheek as I stroked her hair. I
gazed into her eyes, then kissed her ear. When I brought my lips
slowly towards hers, I wasn't sure what to expect. After my first
kiss, she pulled back and looked at me.

"We do other grown-up stuff too? Not just down there?"

"Yeah, that's right. If you're willing I'd really like to."

"OK."

I kissed her again, over and over, and after a few awkward
attempts she got the hang of it and kissed me back.

Pulling back, I admired her right arm. So small and delicate, the
skin smooth and perfect. Her hand was amazing. I turned it over
and back, working my fingers over every little bit. I kissed
every finger in turn. Every tendon and knuckle was a miniature
version of a grown-up's. But because it was part of Katy, it was
magical.

"Why are you playing with my hand?" she asked at last.

"Because it's wonderful. You may know your mommy think you're
wonderful, but I think it in a different way."

She smiled impishly. "Like a grown-up kissy sort of way?"

"Exactly!" I leaned in to kiss her again. "Just try to appreciate
how much I love your body."

I massaged her scalp, and had her turn over on her stomach so I
could inhale deeply of her neck and rub her warm back through her
dress. I took some time tracing my fingers over each butt cheek.
Nudging her over again to expose her front, I nuzzled against her
throat while my hands worked over her soft stomach, harder
ribcage, and the delicate nipples, not really detectable under
cloth. Breasts would grow there some day, but they weren't there
yet, thank goodness!

I sat up and began to attend to her lower half. I reached below
to gently rub my fingers over her right sock, then peeled it off
slowly to show her small, luscious foot. She wiggled her toes,
getting into the spirit, and I licked them vigorously, making her
laugh. The left foot was next, and then the agenda called for
calves. I tried to concentrate on them, but I was drawn upward
past her knees to her thighs. I nudged them apart enough to
caress the inner surfaces up under her dress as I moved higher.
When my fingers grazed panty cloth I let out a big sigh, which
made her giggle.

The touch of the cloth kindled some urgency in me. Yes, this girl
was magnificent and perfect in her every square millimeter, but
more specific desires were rising. The lazy erection in my pants
became very stiff. I put my hand up further under the dress to
feel more of her panties, to trace the seams, to press against
the cloth and determine the shape and warmth of what lay within.

"Oh, Katy!" I gasped, as my fingers reconfirmed that she had just
what I wanted up under there. "Let me scoot your dress up, OK?"

"OK," she whispered with a smile, as if we shared a big secret.

She raised her bottom and I pulled the dress up to her lower back
and then scrunched the front up around her middle. It was a
5-year-old girl's tummy, two 5-year-old girl's legs, and white
panties covering where they all came together -- to me it was a
temple, a shrine.

I checked Katy's face to see how she was doing, and she looked
curious and fairly relaxed. I quick gave her a kiss. I hesitated
a moment, embarrassed, and then remembered what Meredith had
said. She wanted Katy to know in no uncertain terms that I
desired her. "Katy, I'm just wild about what's between your legs,
and I'm going to go exploring, OK?"

She nodded and smiled, and I scooted down on the bed and buried
my face between her legs. I pressed my nose against her panties
and took in a deep breath, absorbing a delicious mixture of
delicate smells: a bit of pee, generic young child sweetness,
freshly laundered cotton, and something else -- the delicious
little girl prefiguring of a woman's sexual odor. Again and again
I breathed it in, then raised my face to look closely as I worked
my fingers around all the hems where Katy disappeared inside
panties. What I wanted would not be hidden for long.

But it wouldn't do to ignore the appetizers. Her dress was
scrunched around her middle. Instead of taking it off, I decided
that feeling under cloth would be a more delicious naughtiness.
With both hands I slid under the bunched up dress fabric and went
up under, feeling ribcage. I explored out to the sides, and slid
up to her armpits, then in to the center. I found the tiny
nipples on her flat chest and rubbed them in tiny circles with my
index fingers.

"You're funny!" said Katy.

"You... You are incredibly sexy!" I said.

I pressed my hands up further until they emerged from her dress
onto her neck, and gently felt the collar bones before pulling my
hands back under the dress and over her smooth, hot skin. As my
hands emerged on her bare stomach, I didn't stop. Continuing the
same motion, I hooked fingers under her panties at her hips and
pulled down. I slowed momentarily to treasure the moment when the
descending cloth went from exposing modest little mound to girl
slit. My eyes stayed locked on that slit as I yanked the panties
down over her feet and off.

It wasn't just my hands and face I wanted to touch her with, and
I sat back to strip, whipping off shirt, undershirt, pants and
underpants. I rose up onto my knees to give Katy a good long look
at the organ that would be penetrating her, and she looked
appreciatively at it, but then her face clouded over.

"What is it?" I asked, concerned.

"Um, mommy said you might want me to, like, lick it..."

"Is that something you'd really, really like to do?"

Her expression made the answer to that entirely clear, but I was
touched at what a good girl she wanted to be. "Um, OK." She
gulped.

"I asked if you really, really wanted to, just for you."

"No," she said sheepishly, then, "But I will!"

"I don't want you to, honey," I said. "Would you like to touch
it?"

That made her smile. She touched the tip like it was a hot stove.

"You want to pet it, kind of like a kitty? You don't have to."

She smiled again and stroked her fingers along the top, from tip
towards body.

"Petting the underside would be really nice," I said, and she did
that too. I closed my eyes and sighed.

It was great that she honored my penis with eyes and hands, but
it had another sort of touch in mind. I returned to the part of
her I desired most.

Seeing her naked vulva, I felt a primitive instinct to spread her
legs, aim, thrust with immense force and puncture her -- but I
let it pass, of course.

Instead I lowered my face to her crotch again and from a few
inches away watched my fingers dance lightly over her inner
thighs and girl lips. Within seconds those fingers were spreading
the lips gently to reveal the folds within. I poked gently into
her vagina with my right little finger, and the inside was hot
and slippery. My face was drawn to her sexy girliness and I began
licking frantically.

At the touch of my tongue she yelped and wiggled.

"Are you OK?" I asked, coming up for air.

"You're getting your mouth all dirty with me."

"Oh, don't worry about that," I said. "I just love it, and it's
not really dirty. But let me know if it feels funny."

I didn't wait for an answer before returning, licking carefully
up her inner lips, poking my tongue into her vagina, licking the
lips again, concentrating on the top tip. I focused there and
slowed down, waiting to see if it would get any reaction out of
her. Within 30 seconds her pelvis started wiggling the tiniest
bit this way and that.

"That's funny," she said.

"Good funny or bad funny?" I said in one quick breath before
returning to her girly pleasure place.

"Good funny."

I was glad she was getting a hint of the pleasant part of all
this, but I certainly wasn't going to get into the very slow and
iffy business of trying to get her off.

I reared up, ready at last to take the prize. "Legs apart, so I
can get at you," I said. She spread them some. "Wider... a lot
wider... Good girl!" I said and lowered myself.

I paused as any decent man should at the prospect of penetrating
such a small girl, but I remembered why this was different.
Trying to cure her, doing what her mother begged me to do.

Pressing a penis against just about any other place on a girl
will just dent the flesh. But I was in a very special place, and
my gentle pressure was almost at once rewarded with a warm, wet
embrace. I saw her looking at me, and realized that what she saw
was a man with a lecherous grin, greedily enjoying the sight of
his cock disappearing up into the cunt of a willing little girl.
I felt a flash of shame, but then remembered that she was seeing
the truth -- a truth that we very much wanted her to see. I then
felt a shudder of pleasure at how great it was that I could be
who I really was in this moment, and could feel good about
feeling so excited and lustful.

"This is so naughty, isn't it?" she said with bright eyes.

"Oh, yes!" I said, "except today naughty is good too."

There was an exquisite thrill at each millimeter of her depths
that I occupied for the first time that day. The hot slickness of
her outer parts was no bait and switch. She had hot and wet
extending up inside to match my entire length. It was the mashing
of our pubic bones that finally put an end to the penetration.
She had accepted every inch I had to give. I pulled almost all
the way out and slid in again to the hilt, then repeated it over
and over, relishing pressing that last little bit. I began a
quick fucking motion, only coming out a fraction of an inch on
each stroke. After several seconds of that, I pulled out almost
all the way and plunged in once more.

I checked Katy's face, and to my delight she was smiling. "You
stuff me so full!" she whispered, then giggled. I lay down on her
then, but not with all my weight, and kissed her. Down below I
fucked in and out vigorously.

Once my tip was inside her wetness, I could have blown my load
with a mere second or two of concentration, but I wanted to make
it last.

She looked troubled. "Am I a bad girl? Cuz it feels really nice
and warm where you're going in an out. Good in a naughty way."

"No, Katy, that's perfectly natural. If it feels good, let it. It
might even help the medicine work better."

"Oh!" she said, relieved.

I was having the time of my life fucking a 5-year-old. It was an
added bonus that she seemed to be having a good time.

I lay down on her and worked my hands under her back while I
nibbled her ear. I realized the dress was in the way now, and I
stopped thrusting long enough to get the dress up and off her,
revealing her total nakedness. That little break made the
thrusting even more exciting when I resumed, as I absorbed the
pleasure her hot wetness gave me with every motion of cock in
little-girl pussy. I raised myself up, took one of her hands in
each of mine and pressed them back against the mattress, pinning
her above while more literally pinning her below, over and over,
up to the hilt.

I let my full weight down onto her long enough for her to notice
trouble breathing, and then I wrapped one hand around each of her
cute little buttocks. I nudged her legs apart a little more with
mine and then I could press cock and cunt together even tighter
than before, my hands forcing us together rather than the
mattress absorbing any of the energy of the thrusts.

In the outer world I did all these various things, but inside my
gorgeous 5-year-old Katy, it was all much the same. My very hard
penis forced her vaginal walls apart as it pressed deep, but the
walls closed again as it withdrew, keeping my tip stimulated with
hot, slurpy walls. However fast I pressed, however deep, her
pussy followed my lead. She might be a little girl, just 5 years
old, but her pussy knew just what to do with a male organ. Its
goal was to make my penis so welcome and so happy and so excited
that it would spew its life-giving semen. And my penis was plenty
happy and excited, waiting only for my conscious mind to let it
go. In and out, over and over again, ecstasy building.

I held myself up on my hands so I could look down on my gorgeous,
naked little Katy, legs spread wide, accepting my deepest thrusts
up into her intimate feminine space. Her face was now slack and
her gaze unfocused, showing unmistakably that she was feeling
sexual pleasure.

I let myself go, fucking into her deep and fast, over and over,
my own pleasure building and building, my cock getting just a
little harder, achieving one final millimeter of penetration. I
was panting like crazy with the pace of my humping, screwing,
reaming, fucking motion until pure pleasure was upon me, and
there my brain sat for several seconds before the release, when
suddenly my tubes and ducts went crazy, loading and firing,
spitting glob after glob of milky sperm into Katy's deepest
recesses. I kept up the frantic fuck for several seconds after
the last twitch had passed, then gradually let myself slow down
and lay down to cover Katy's tiny form with my large one, while
still holding most of my own weight.

Katy was saying something, but my ears were ringing and my own
breathing was still so fast that I couldn't make it out.

She got more and more animated, and then I finally began to take
it in.

"The hurt's gone! It's just gone! It's like magic! What did you
do with it? I haven't felt this good in ages!" She was squeezing
me with all the strength her little arms could muster as she
peppered me with kisses. "Oh, wow, it's so amazing!"

My preference would have been to rest slowly in afterglow with my
little one for an hour, maybe fall asleep together. But she had
other ideas. I reluctantly moved onto my side to let the
squirming bundle free, and she immediately scrambled right out of
bed, still chattering, threw open the door and raced down the
hallway to find Meredith. She had retreated to the study at the
far end of the house, to hear as little as possible of the sounds
of her 5-year-old getting fucked. As Meredith later reported,
Katy appeared stark naked, her hair mussed, her torso slick with
my sweat, her vulva engorged -- and with sperm trickling down her
leg. But she was also bouncing up and down and from the shine in
her eyes, Meredith just knew she was reborn.

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Katy's main symptom was the terrible attacks, but a less noticed
effect of her SLGS was that she had just felt a little worse and
worse all the time. It had happened so gradually she hadn't even
really been aware of it -- until it lifted. She reported that it
had happened as my penis made its final frantic thrusts within
her, spewing semen and mushing it against her vaginal walls.
Something went from vagina into bloodstream and had an immediate
effect.

Driving home that night, I was about as happy as a man could be.
I'd expected never to have sex with anyone I was really attracted
to, and now I had, twice! But this time I had been free to do
every little exciting thing I could think of, knowing it was for
Katy's good too. And Katy had been not just any little girl, but
a beautiful, lively, and appealing little girl, and it had been
fantastic sex. It had been with her mother's consent and -- oh
yeah -- it had cured her of a horrible condition and maybe saved
her life.

Meredith kept Katy home from school the next day, knowing she
would be unable to keep from chattering endlessly about this
weird thing a man had done with her that made her feel so good.
While Meredith was delighted to have the company of her newly
happy, ebullient little girl that day, she was also repeatedly
bombarded with the most obvious of requests: Katy wanted to know
when I could come over and do it to her again.

I was certainly in favor. Meredith was in favor too. She had
mixed feelings about her daughter at the age of 5 starting a
prolonged affair with an older man, but no one knew whether the
beneficial effects of the sex would last, and logic suggested
that more would be better.

I arranged to come over Tuesday after work.

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"Jason!" shouted Katy when Meredith opened the door to reveal me
standing outside.

"Hello Katy!" I said.

She leapt into my arms and plastered herself onto my front.

"Someone's glad to see you," said Meredith with a smile.

"Can we go to the guest room now?" she asked.

"Don't you want me to read you a story first?"

"No, I just wanna, you know, what we did before."

I looked at Meredith. "A girl who knows what she wants."

Meredith sighed. "And so young..." We both smiled.

Katy wriggled out of my arms. "Can we, can we?" she said, tugging
on my hand.

"Sure, Katy," I said. I waved to Meredith over my shoulder as
Katy pulled me with surprising force towards the guest room.

She was wearing a cute blue dress and white tights, and her hair
was freshly combed. Meredith had undoubtedly dressed her with
care, but Katy was thinking about other things, for she
immediately began shedding her clothes. It was not designed to be
a strip tease, but I still found it erotic to see the little girl
emerge, including her cute little girly parts. She bounced onto
the bed, on her back with legs spread wide, leaving no doubt
about just how private she wanted those private parts to be
today.

I would have taken things a little slower, but Katy had one thing
on her mind, and it wasn't like I objected. I stripped with a bit
more leisure, glancing over at Katy as my erection quickly became
full. Fully undressed, I turned to face her.

"Ooo, ooo!" she said, seeing it. "Come here! Stick it in me!" She
spread her lips with her right hand and pointed at her vaginal
opening with her left index finger.

When I didn't move in at once, she scrambled up and stuck her
face right in front of my organ. "Hi there, you big penis! I'm so
glad to see you. You wanna go sticking up into my cunny? She
really wants a visit. You can go in and out like crazy." She
poked her right index finger into a tunnel she made with her left
fingers, in and out hard, very fast. "You can do it even if
Jason's not ready..." She looked up at me with a grin before
returning to my cock. "Here's a kiss!" and she gave my tip a
brief but slurpy kiss. "Remember how good it felt?"

What a sweet girl! "Now, Katy, don't be too eager here. Remember
we did it on Saturday real quick and nothing happened? And then
Sunday I spent a long time playing with every part of your
luscious body first."

"OK," she said, flopping back on the bed, arms and legs spread
wide. "Here I am! Play with me any way you like!"

I sat beside her. I admired her hair and stroked it gently. "Oh,
just let me touch you!" And with that I began kissing her
everywhere, hands roaming elsewhere at the same time. I sat up
beside her, hand between her legs cupping her little girl parts,
moving rhythmically.

"I know what I want," I said. "Turn over on your tummy... Now
stick your butt up in the air... Right, just like that -- no, let
me move you a bit... there!" I appreciatively caressed the curves
of her rear end, and noted her little anus but truly admired her
girly lips below. I spread them with my left hand and shoved my
right index finger into her hot and wet pussy. She laughed. I
could have mounted her from behind, but somehow didn't really
want to just then.

She was so perfect, so hot! "Oh, shit!" I muttered.

She looked at me, alarmed.

I laughed. "No, it's just you're so sexy... God, let me have at
you!"

And she quickly lay back, spread her legs for me and held her
lips apart. I just descended and guided my cock right into her.
Within a minute I had gotten in to the hilt and began a vigorous
copulation. In and out, fast and deep.

Her expression was unmistakable -- she wanted me to come. I
realized a girl could be sure she'd been fucked even if an
encounter was brief. Intensity could make up for duration. I lay
on her and growled as I playfully bit her neck. She laughed.

I found her left nipple with my mouth and licked it vigorously,
leading to more laughter, and then I switched to the right. I
then sobered up.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Finish!"

"What does that mean?"

"Where you go really fast, and start breathing fast. And you make
peepee in me." She giggled.

I grinned, let my whole weight fall on her and fucked away
vigorously. When she started gasping for breath a few seconds
later, I lifted myself up just enough so she could breathe. I
locked lips with her then as I let myself go down below. I was
kissing little Katy and fucking her at the same time. The
pleasure built, built some more, and then burst. I ejaculated
over and over again into the depth of her little pussy.

As I calmed down, I realized that Katy was quiet.

"Why didn't it happen?" she asked.

Obviously she was asking about her reaction, not mine.

"I'm not sure, honey, but we knew it was a possibility. It could
be my stuff only makes you better when you're sick, but when
you're feeling well it doesn't do anything special."

"Oh, OK."

"But I'd like to just lie here with you for a while and
appreciate how wonderful you are."

"OK," she said, and was content to be enfolded and for me to cup
my hand over her girlhood.

But within a few minutes she was fidgeting and turning back and
forth.

"You want to get up?" I said, knowing the answer.

"Yeah." She got up.

"Here, let me help you get dressed again," I said. And I enjoyed
turning her tights right side out again and helping her into
panties, tights, and dress.

"Thanks!" she said when we were all done, and opened the door.

I was disappointed she wasn't more into the afterglow, but I also
berated myself for greed. How much could a pedophile expect?
Wasn't hot sex with a little girl enough? Of course it was. More
than enough. Beyond my wildest dreams! But as I thought about my
reactions, I realized I also wanted Katy to love me, and Katy
wasn't going to do that. Katy was 5 years old. You could stretch
a girl's pussy, you could give her sexy feelings, you could
plunge in and out, and you could in some cases, apparently, cure
her by ejaculating into her. But the kind of love I wanted was
something much more complicated, something that couldn't be
forced, and something that would happen with some boy her age
when she was much older.

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As each day passed with no new attacks, we were all thankful,
keeping our fingers crossed. Should Katy and I do it again, and
if so, when? Obviously if her symptoms returned we would, but
beyond that there was no script to follow. It was possible that
only daily inseminations would keep Katy's illness from coming
back. It was also possible that the one dose delivered with
unmistakable lust had cured her forever.

Since no one knew what was best, Meredith left it to Katy, who
didn't suggest any more sessions right away. But after two weeks
Katy realized right at bedtime that she was feeling cruddy, and
wanted to know if I could come over. It was already early evening
and I couldn't get over before her bedtime, but she wanted me to
come anyway. When I arrived Katy was asleep. Meredith woke her
up, and she gave me a big, groggy smile. They had already decided
it was fine for Katy to do it in her own bed now. Meredith left
and closed the door, leaving us in the dark except for a night
light. So here I was crawling naked in next to Katy, in a room
surrounded by all the fluffy pink stuff that a girl's room
accumulates. Katy didn't volunteer to take her nightgown off, and
I saw no need. Once I'd reached up and slipped her panties off, I
had the only bit of nakedness I really needed. It would have been
tempting to be quick so she could get back to sleep, but I
remembered that she had to know she was being mated. So the
sleepy girl put up with having her face kissed and pawed and
licked -- in good humor, if not great enthusiasm. I found my way
up under her nightgown and between her legs, and I slid my
twitching cock into her lovely, hot, slick pussy. I grunted and
groaned, fondled and grappled her all different ways, and down
below I thrust into her hard, fast and deep, for many minutes.

Having done this three times before, she felt my orgasm coming,
and just before I spurted, she said, "You're about to pee the
stuff into me, right?"

"Yes!" I said, and she gave a big smile. It was an added exciting
touch, and my brain sizzled even more during orgasm while below
the hydraulics did their thing and splatted man goop into her
innards. My continued thrusts spread the goop around, and this
time I watched Katy.

"Oh, oh yes!" she said. It wasn't an orgasm, but it was relief.
Two weeks of slowly building cruddy feeling was instantly gone.

I was touched that she managed a "Thanks!" Everything was aligned
for her to fall asleep very fast. She didn't need panties to
sleep, so after I pulled out I just smoothed her nightgown down
again.

The logical thing to do was to get dressed and go home, but I
figured I could stay just a little while, lying on my side,
looking at Katy on her back sleeping. It was a single bed so it
was close quarters -- so much the better.

At any given moment, I had the choice of getting up or continuing
to feast my eyes on little Katy, and somehow getting up never
seemed the right choice. An hour must have gone by before I heard
rustling in the hallway, a quiet knock, and then Meredith opened
the door and crept in.

She gave a questioning look, and I gave her a thumbs up. I
motioned her over and whispered, "I'm having so much fun just
looking at her sleep -- do you mind if I just stay and watch?"

Meredith considered a moment, and I whispered again, "This is
just as much a pedophile's dream as the other part."

She looked at me then, smiled, nodded, and left. I wondered what
thoughts went through her head. Ordinarily a parent would worry
that a man sleeping in his daughter's bed might do something
inappropriate -- but of course the full-blown entirely
inappropriate thing was already behind us.

So as the hours went by, Katy slept and I watched her, warm in
bed beside her. For long periods she lay in one place, and at
other times she tossed and turned. One turn left her facing
towards me, our noses inches apart. It was heaven. Another turn
left her facing the wall, and I dared to snuggle up to her from
behind and put my arm over her lightly. After a few minutes she
wriggled again and I instantly backed off to let her lie however
her she wanted.

I dozed myself, and each time I woke, the realization I was right
beside Katy was its own heavenly moment.

At one point I slept a full hour, and then realized it was
starting to get light. Time to get home in time to get ready for
work. Time to leave Katy alone in her own bed. I got up and
dressed, and after one last long, tender look I let myself out.

END of Chapter 1 of 4

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