Author: Sterling
Title: Tiny Katy Needs Her Spermies (Chapter 2 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 2 of 4)


I made love to Katy about every 10 days. That was infrequent
enough that she really noticed feeling a little better when I
came in her pussy, but often enough so that she never felt
noticeably bad or had any of the horrible episodes.

Meredith didn't know my real name or where exactly I lived, and
that suited me just fine. If the police were tipped off and
raided her house, there was some chance that they wouldn't have
enough information to track me down. We had arranged a code
phrase she could use in an email if the police were forcing her
to lure me into a trap. We always communicated by email, never by
phone.

Two months after my first encounter with Katy, Meredith asked to
meet in the park again. I checked twice for a code phrase, but
there was none. It would have been much more natural to trap me
at their house anyway.

But the request made me very anxious. The most likely reason was
to thank me and tell me that my visits with Katy were over. I was
in love with her and had come to view our liaisons as the
highlight of my life. Katy liked me too, you might even have
called it love, but it was the love of a 5-year-old. Maybe the
sexual intimacy triggered a little something extra, but it was
hard to tell. She had her own life to lead.

"Hi, Jason."

"Hi, Meredith. If the news is that you don't want me to visit
Katy any more, tell me right away. I don't think I can stand the
suspense."

"Oh. Oh! No, not at all. We're counting on you and I hope --
desperately hope -- you'll keep doing this as long as Katy needs
help or until they find a proper cure."

I sighed and relaxed.

"And I gather you're happy with the arrangement... You figure
you've died and gone to heaven, eh?"

"Basically, yeah."

"That's all great. No, it's more like the reverse situation that
I have to talk about."

"Oh?"

"I think I mentioned the support group for families of girls with
SLGS, right?"

"Right."

"There have now been maybe 150 cases of this diagnosed in the US,
with hundreds of questionable ones. Fortunately it's not
spreading rapidly like an epidemic would. A couple dozen of us
are in this online support group. The rat study has been
discussed a lot, of course. Some are appalled at trying a human
variant, a few others are vocal in favor, and most people are
noncommittal."

"OK."

"One other family actually tried what we've done. It was some
close male relative, though they don't go into details. But it
didn't seem to work."

"I wonder if he did her with enough grunting, groaning and
slobbering."

"Right."

"Then there's sad news. One of the girls died. It's not
completely clear that it was as a result of SLGS, but it did
happen during an attack. The question is whether she had some
underlying condition and that was enough stress to push her over
the edge."

"Still, that's very worrisome."

"Right, so then there's Tracy. Her mother Wendy is one of the
most active members. She and I email privately a lot too. Tracy
was in a coma for a couple days after a really bad attack. She
told me she's going to find someone to have sex with her
daughter. But there are huge obstacles, of course. I gently
suggested a pedophile board, but her approach was to just post
something saying more or less, 'Any of you sickos want to do it
with my daughter?', and as you can imagine she didn't get any
serious replies."

I smiled at the thought. "So... let me make sure I'm getting this
right. You're thinking maybe I could do it to Tracy too?"

"Well, yeah, that's the basic idea -- with lots of details and
possibilities to think about."

"Do they live near here?"

"Pittsburgh."

"Doable, if your daughter's life is on the line."

"Absolutely. Even if it was once a week."

"Hmmm. I don't want to be untrue to Katy."

Meredith laughed. I didn't.

"I know it's silly, but there's really something there. I love
Katy."

"Right. And that's great. But do you love her enough that you
wouldn't do it with anyone else?"

"Part of me wants to ask her permission."

"I'd never thought of that, but... What if she says no?"

"That would be hard."

"I'd say she's too young to say some other little girl should die
because she's jealous."

"You think she might feel jealous?"

"I don't know... She does like you a lot. But there's more. I
have some pictures of Tracy here. Keep an open mind, OK? She
doesn't look like Katy."

It was of course no surprise that another girl would not look
like Katy, but once I saw Tracy I knew what she meant. Tracy was
not in the top 30% of children in terms of looks. Or in the top
70%, for that matter. Of course it would vary according to
personal taste.  Her nose was crooked and her eyes set close
together. Meredith went through a half dozen still pictures.

"Do you have any video of her?"

"Yeah, there's one." She brought it up. It was Tracy's birthday
party -- her 4th birthday party. One of the other children said
something, and Tracy smiled. That was all it took to connect me
to her.

"I think she's just fine," I said. "And I'd be happy to help her
if I can."

Meredith smiled. "There's more to this situation. I haven't said
too much about Katy's treatments, naturally. I posted a lot about
the theory of the whole thing and about my first steps at
recruitment, but then once it worked I went quiet. Fears of being
raided by the police, for one thing. I've just said that Katy has
been doing pretty well and I'm thankful. They ask if we've done
anything different with her, and I say I can't really go into it.
Given how I was talking before, it's natural they would be
suspicious."

"Hmmm, this could get really complicated, if you think into the
future."

"How so?"

"Imagine if I had to 'treat' 50 girls or they'd die."

"That's pretty extreme, but... wow."

"Performance problems resulting in child death. Choosing which
girl lives and which dies."

"Yikes. Even more reasons not to spread this around the group."

"Right."

"But maybe we can take it one step at a time?"

"Sounds good. So what's the plan?"

"The fewer people who know about you the better, so I was
thinking that I would swear Wendy to secrecy but tell her this
does have to do with sex. Then I'd tell her it's up to her to
find out if Tracy is willing to consider it, and if so, to make
sure she's stretched out and big enough to take your penis."
Meredith stopped and looked at me. "Listen to me talk... Tracy is
only 4 years old."

"Yeah. Amazing, isn't it? But your plan sounds good."

"Then we invite Tracy for a sleepover with our family. You arrive
and we hope Tracy is willing and that it works for her."

"Then we leave it to Wendy to keep Tracy quiet about what
happened?"

"Right. I can share with her some tips based on what I've done
with Katy."

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Tracy had looked horrified watching the carefully selected porn
sequence Meredith sent to Wendy and really didn't want to do it.
Wendy had taken a more forceful approach with Tracy, telling her
she just had to do it and didn't have any choice in the matter.
She had after considerable resistance gotten Tracy to lie still
for dildo work. Once Tracy would hold still, it had taken very
little to  work the appropriate dildo into her (I had volunteered
the dimensions of my organ so that no more stretching was
performed than needed).

The email report just before I left to go over was that there had
been quite a scene when Wendy left. That is common enough when
leaving a 4-year-old in a strange place. Given the unusual agenda
for this sleepover, it was even more understandable.

I slipped into the house quietly and observed the two girls at
play from the next room.

Katy was a nice, considerate girl, and she should have scored
additional points for being a year and two months older. But
Tracy mostly just watched from a distance, or played with toys
briefly and without enthusiasm.

Meredith and I entered the room.

"Jason!" shouted Katy, running and leaping into my arms. She then
mimed zipping her lips and pointed at Tracy. Katy knew she had to
keep our secret, and Meredith had obviously told her that I
wasn't there to do anything naughty with her.

I gave her a big smile and hug and let her down to the floor.

Meredith said, "Tracy, I'd like you to meet Jason."

Tracy glowered at me before turning away.

"Hello, Tracy. It's nice to see you. I was going to read a story
to Katy; is there one you'd especially like?"

Silence.

"Why don't you pick one, Katy... Tracy, do you want to sit up
here next to Katy while I read? There are some nice pictures in
this book."

Nothing seemed to help. Later, we all sat down to dinner. I made
a point of talking more than I usually would to let Stacy get
more of an impression of who I was. Meredith, Katy and I talked,
but Tracy said nothing.

This was not going to be easy.

Meredith settled Katy in front of a new video, the next in a
series she had really liked, then took Tracy by the hand and led
her into the guest room. After a brief conversation, she called
for me, and I walked in.

"I really feel bad for Tracy," said Meredith. "She's had the same
yucky attacks that Katy used to have, and one was so bad she was
in a coma for days. Then here she is at a new house."

"I feel bad too," I said.

"Tracy, I know you don't like it, but your mommy says you have to
do it, and it's going to make you feel a whole lot better." When
Tracy said nothing in reply, Meredith said, "I'll leave you two
alone now." She exited and it was just the pair who was supposed
to mate.

I sat on the bed, and Tracy got up and stood against the wall in
the corner.

"Ah, c'mon, Tracy," I said. "Let's wrestle!" And with that I
chased after her, grabbing her arm and pulling her in to me. I
sat on the floor and corralled the little girl, one arm around
her stomach and the other around her chest as she faced away from
me. "I've got you now!" I was doing my very best to get some
playful element into this.

Tracy stopped struggling but she remained stiff in my arms, and
then started trembling. I wondered if she was going to cry.

"Poor girl," I said softly. "Something new and strange. You want
to cuddle on my lap?" When she didn't respond I actively sat her
down on my lap, but she didn't relax, but just kept trembling.

She had been outfitted in a loose-fitting white dress, and I had
been told she had no panties on.

"Can I look at that lovely body of yours? See how nice it looks?"

"No!"

I tried stroking her hair, but she tossed her head violently to
signal her displeasure and tried briefly to get out of my grasp,
but I held her tight.

"Oh dear, Tracy. I've tried everything I can think of to make
this OK for you. But we've just gotta do it."

With that, my erection started rising. It was my job. It was to
save her life -- but an erection is not a rational response, and
I was getting it up for a girl who was obviously very unwilling.
I felt a little guilty. I picked her up, walked with her to the
bed, and laid her on her back, holding her there with one hand.
When I pulled down my shorts and briefs she realized how close at
hand the terrible moment was.

"No!" she said, but when I didn't stop she repeated it, louder.
"No!"

"Just think of it like getting a shot at the doctor's, OK?" I
said with some exasperation and more than a little desperation.

She was struggling for all she was worth now, and I had all I
could do to flip the dress up and pin her legs, moving in for a
brutal act. She flailed with her fists at the forearm that held
her in place. When she saw my penis approaching, she screamed
"No!" at the top of her lungs, over and over -- and then she wet
the bed.

I let her go, and she instantly raced to the far corner where the
bed was against the wall and curled up into a ball, shaking.

"Oh, God, I'm so sorry," I said, miserable and out of ideas.

I heard Katy's voice from the hallway. "What's going on?"

Meredith's side of the conversation was hushed, but Katy spoke
loud enough to hear.

"Oh, like with me? ... I didn't know ... You told me how I should
never ever tell anyone else no matter what ... Why did she
scream? ... Oh."

Meredith then said, "Do you mind if we come in?"

"Just a minute." I pulled my shorts up again and checked that
Tracy had made herself decent. I wasn't sure what to do with the
soaked sheet, and decided to pull the plastic mattress cover up
and over the wet section to alert them.

"OK." The door opened.

"Why is the sheet funny?" asked Katy.

"Um, she wet the bed."

Tracy squirmed in the corner.

"So Katy knows what we're trying to do here?" I asked Meredith.
She nodded. I turned to my little regular lover. "Katy, do you
have any ideas? How we can make this OK for Tracy? I've got to
stick my penis in her the same as I do in you so she'll feel
better -- and so she won't get sicker and sicker. But she's
obviously terrified."

"Let me handle the sheets," said Meredith, and set about using
the sheet to mop up all the pee. As we talked she was in and out
fixing things up so we again had a bed with a dry bottom sheet.

After some small talk we got to the matter at hand. "So..." I
said.

"It's not bad, Tracy," said Katy. "It feels kinda good, actually.
And Jason's a nice man. He does it to me every few days and I
feel better each time. It felt so great the first time. I'd been
feeling really awful and then suddenly it got so much better."

Tracy stayed in her corner.

"Do you wanna watch him do it to me, so you see what it's like?"
asked Katy.

Meredith's eyes opened wide as she looked at me.

I shrugged and my cock surged back to life. "It kind of makes
sense."

"None of this makes sense!" Meredith muttered under her breath
with surprising heat. "I don't want to watch --"

I turned to her and spoke softly, though I knew the two girls
could hear us. "It is all incredibly strange. But this is serious
business. No one said you had to watch. Maybe wait in the hallway
but be prepared to come in if Tracy really freaks out and I'm,
um, otherwise occupied?"

"OK," said Meredith. "Sure, Katy, that's very kind of you. You
sure you don't mind Tracy watching? And doing it even when you
don't really have to?"

"Oh, no, that's fine!" said Katy. "It's fun. And if Tracy watches
then it isn't such a big, super-duper secret! We can talk about
it later!"

I had mixed feelings. Mostly as I thought about how Katy was
reaching out to Tracy, I just thought she was the most kind,
wonderful little girl imaginable, and I felt tenderness for her
as never before. On the other hand, what she was suggesting
showed how she wasn't looking at this the way a grown-up would.
She was going to freely share her lover.

"What have I done..." murmured Meredith as she left and shut the
door.

"Katy, maybe you should take your clothes off?"

"Right!" said Katy, stripping quickly. I figured I might as well
strip completely as well.

"See!" said Katy to Tracy. "This is what I look like naked! And
Jason likes how I look, right?" She twirled around, then bounced
onto the bed.

"You want to show her what you look like inside?" I asked.

Katy didn't answer, but sat on the bed facing Tracy with legs
spread wide, and opened her lips. "That's me inside," she said.
"And Jason's penis goes right in here!" she said, slipping an
index finger into herself.

I arranged myself in the approximate position, Tracy behind us
and to our left. But my penis was pretty soft.

"But it's not ready to poke," noticed Katy.

"Right," I said. "I'm kind of worried about Tracy, so it may take
a little while to get into the mood... You want to stroke it?"

"Sure!" said Katy. "I like Mr. Penis!" And she gave a genuine
smile as she lovingly fondled me with both hands. I responded
quickly under her loving attention. "Now it's stiff and ready,
right?" she added, lying back and spreading her legs. She pursed
her lips in preparation for a kiss, as that was part of our
routine.

I thought a moment. "I'd love to kiss you, Katy, but I'm thinking
about Tracy here. Since she's kind of freaked out, I figure we
ought to only do what really needs to be done?"

Katy nodded. "We usually kiss and he touches me all over, 'cuz he
likes it and I think it's fun too. But we don't have to."

Tracy wasn't saying anything, but she was definitely watching.

"So what does it feel like when I poke you inside, Katy?" I
asked. "What's it like for you?"

"It's like getting stuffed, which was funny the first few times.
It's like with the dildo, but not the same either. It's kind of
funny to have a big man on top of me like this too."

I hadn't thought of that. "Scary?"

"No, but if I didn't like you so much I might be nervous."

"You certainly were nervous the first time, right?"

"Yeah, but I woulda been *really* nervous."

"OK, Katy, I'm going to slide it in now. Ready?"

"Ready."

"Tell Tracy what you're feeling."

"OK. It's warm and soft, not like a dildo. And first I feel the
warm part right on my outside, and then it goes in, and it's
full. I really like feeling it go in. I remember how I feel so
good when he gives me the medicine. But... But it just feels
good, too. Like playing with myself, kind of. I used to play with
myself sometimes and it felt warm and nice, and it feels the same
way when his big thing is poking in and out."

I remembered that I was going to have to make sure Tracy's body
knew it had been fucked, so I ought to demonstrate that on Katy
too. Having penetrated her to the hilt, I began with slow, gentle
strokes, but made them faster and began grunting. I lay down on
Katy and put my hands around behind her back.

"So does this make you feel nervous? To have me grunting and
lying on you and stuff?"

"It did at first, but I trusted you. And now it's kind of funny.
I can make those noises too. Unnnh, unnnh, unnnh!"

I was surprised and couldn't help smiling. Katy was demonstrating
that she didn't have to be meek and submissive -- that she wasn't
scared. "You want to show Tracy how you're in charge if you want
to be? How I'll do what you say?"

Katy got a mischievous grin. She slapped my face lightly, then a
little harder. She brought her legs up around and managed to get
her heels up on my bottom, and began bonking me, softly at first,
then harder.

"Want to get me to stop? Go gently, go harder? You choose. Show
Tracy."

"OK! Jason, go almost all the way out and hold still." I followed
each of her commands. "Now do little tiny wiggles... Now all the
way in!"

I had a silly idea. "Mother, may I?"

Katy laughed. "You may! OK, long, deep, slow ones."

"Mother, may I?"

"No."

I kept up the tiny wiggles. "Why don't you get me to go out
completely, then come back in?"

"You can do that? We've never done that!"

"Sure we can."

"OK, get out of me!"

"Mother, may I?"

"Enough 'mother may I'."

I pulled out and rose up on my knees. My penis was still very
hard and very slick. I wanted to get back into Katy. Apparently
she wanted that too.

"OK, stick it in again! Right up between my legs! Right now!" She
could really be demanding when she put her mind to it.

I did as she asked, and moaned at the pleasure of it. I fucked
away in earnest, and neither of us said anything for a while.

"It feels nice and warm... You ready to give it to me?"

"Well, I could be...

"Tracy, did they tell you how Jason really loves doing this and
feels super happy when he dribbles the medicine out?"

I considered saying that the stuff shot out with great force, but
saw no need to correct her. It occurred to me she'd probably
never seen an ejaculation.

Tracy shook her head a little.

"But I can't shoot the stuff, right?"

"Why not?"

"Because I've got to save it for Tracy."

"Don't you just have more stuff?"

"Only so much, and it takes a while for my penis to get hard
again, right?"

"Oh. So I'm not going to feel good?"

"Well, you barely would anyway, since it's just been what, three
days?"

"Well, OK."

"But I'm going to act just like I would, so Tracy can see what
it's like."

And I proceeded to pick up my pace, the grunting getting louder,
my breathing getting faster. And I did a decent job of faking an
orgasm. After letting my thrusts get less and less, I pulled out.

"You didn't do it?"

"No."

"It was just the same for me... Except your penis is still hard."

"Right." I switched to a quiet voice but still spoke to Katy.
"Now, Tracy has been really sick, and has these awful episodes,
and if she's a very brave girl, she can do what you just did and
I can do something that will make her feel much, much better and
not have those episodes any more. And it might be really hard for
her."

Katy said, "Tracy, you willing to give it a try? It's not so
bad."

Tracy turned a little paler, but she slowly scooted down on the
bed and spread her legs. She reached down to lift her dress, but
hesitated.

"She looks just perfect down there," I said to Katy. "You want to
show us?" I asked Tracy.

She swallowed but slowly raised her dress up to expose her
private parts.

"You want me to hold your hand?" asked Katy.

Tracy nodded, held Katy's hand and looked into her eyes.

"OK, here goes," I said. "To make you all better. Like getting a
shot at the doctor's."

And I slowly lowered myself. Katy was cuter, but Tracy's pain and
vulnerability moved me too. I opened her lips gently and
positioned myself, then slowly began to enter her. To enter a new
girl. It was obvious at once that she was different, her pussy
not quite so warm, but just as wet, and -- shaped different
somehow. It was very exciting -- I realized this was a new
conquest.

"So in I go, a little at a time," I said soothingly. I pulled
back just a little before going in a bit more. Tracy opened up
just as smoothly as Katy had.

Katy was sitting cross-legged, and I saw Tracy glance down at her
exposed pussy once. I wondered if Katy did it intentionally,
showing herself naked and vulnerable too. "Feels big, huh?" said
Katy.

Tracy nodded and even gave a hint of a smile.

"OK, I'm in all the way," I said, as our pubic bones met firmly.
"Now the in and out part." I started with slow, small, strokes,
but made them gradually faster and deeper. I started panting and
grunting. I gradually lowered myself. For fun I reached over and
kissed Katy's cheek, and she smiled, but then I returned to the
mate of the moment. Her head was turned to the side, facing Katy,
but I put mine close to her ear and grunted audibly. It was vital
that we gave this a fair trial. I realized briefly that we
weren't sure it would work -- Katy and I might have a chemistry
that wasn't replicated with just any girl.

As I pumped in and out of little Tracy, I noticed her pussy
getting hotter, gradually at first and then unmistakably. She was
already plenty aroused and lubricated -- this felt like she was
getting a fever. Tracy started looking uncomfortable. I had a
horrible thought.

"Do you think you're getting an attack?"

"Dunno... Maybe..."

I immediately grappled her butt and put most of my weight on her,
panting in her ear.

"It's OK, it will be over soon -- just part of the deal," said
Katy, perhaps in response to alarm on Tracy's part.

And I let myself rise to orgasm quickly, thrusting deep, fast,
and hard, and let out a big roar as I jammed deep to pulse my
first shot into Tracy's depths. But I immediately started
thrusting violently again as the rest spewed out, pressing in
over and over again.

I kept a close on Tracy throughout my ecstasy. She was silent,
but as my spurts stopped I saw the faint smile on her face and
then total, complete relaxation. Success!

"See!" said Katy. "See how much better it is! I remember when
that happened to me."

Satisfied and happy, I made room for myself on Tracy's left side
and lay on my back as she continued to lie on her back, her face
towards Katy on her right.

And then Tracy shifted. She turned over towards me. Though she
never looked at me, she molded herself tightly against my body. I
worked my right arm under her, and she buried her face in my
neck, her right arm over my chest, her right leg over mine.

Katy looked a little uncertain.

"You were absolutely wonderful," I said, perhaps the most sincere
compliment I'd ever given someone.

Katy blushed a little. "Is she OK?"

"I think so. Are you OK, Tracy?"

From the girl glued to my side came a brief nod.

Katy got up and seemed suddenly conscious of her nakedness, and
got dressed. I felt a bit chilly.

"You want to pull those covers over us?" I asked Katy. And when
she had, I said, "Maybe go tell your mom everything turned out
well? "

She nodded.

"Love you," I said.

"Love you too," said Katy before I had time to think about what
I'd said. But she gave me a significant smile before retreating.

One dim lamp in the corner was the illumination Meredith had
chosen for this event, and after all the drama, it was still just
the way it had been. I realized I was very happy to have a little
girl beside me. I had a brief flash of guilt at being untrue to
Katy. But as I thought about it more, I realized that if Katy had
never come along, I would have been ecstatic to have the chance
to do this to Tracy. Tracy might not be gorgeous and she might
have some odd personality quirks, but she was a fine young girl
and I realized I could easily have fallen in love with her too. I
was happy.

After a half hour I was pretty sure Tracy was sleeping, so I
tried extricating myself. But she woke up and glued herself to me
once more. I tried again half an hour later, with the same
result. As the next hour passed, I became more and more aware of
a full bladder. Tracy stayed glued to me the whole time.

"Tracy?" I said. "Tracy?"

She looked at me with a sleepy smile.

"I'm really happy with you here, and I'll come right back, but I
have to go now and pee or I'm afraid I'll wet the bed." I didn't
need to add, "Like you did."

She smiled a little, then squeezed me harder than ever before
lying back and letting me go.

Meredith was waiting in the hall as I emerged from the bathroom.

"Katy said it worked?" she whispered.

"Yeah, and now she hugs me and doesn't want to let go."

Meredith gave me a quick hug and smiled.

"I'd better get back to her... How's Katy?"

"She seems fine. She told me all about it --" Meredith stopped to
shake her head in disbelief -- "Then she got quiet and
thoughtful. But it's a good thoughtful, I think."

"OK, see you in the morning, or whenever Tracy kicks me out."

When I returned, Tracy was dozing but woke up to snuggle against
me, but not so tightly. After a while she just fell deeply
asleep, and I lay beside her watching and appreciating her
warmth. I fell into a sound sleep myself.

Eight hours later I was fully awake, but Tracy was still out. I
lay in bed next to her, appreciating the perfection of her
child's body. She might not be gorgeous for a 4-year-old, but in
my book she looked better than any 30-year-old on the planet.

After a while I heard a doorbell and voices, which was the
arrival of Tracy's mother. After a while there was a tentative
knock, and Meredith came in. We gradually got Tracy up. She
seemed happy to hear her mother had arrived, but didn't race out
to greet her.

Meredith had brought some panties for Tracy, but as she prepared
to pull them on she noticed quite a mess of dried fluid on
Tracy's thighs. "Think I'd better clean her up?"

"Seems wise," I said. She reappeared a few moments later with a
warm cloth and cleaned Tracy up, including her vulva. I noted
that Tracy hadn't insisted on running to her mother for the
clean-up.

Tracy was presentable and ready to go. Meredith said, "You want
to thank Jason?"

I caught her eye, frowned and shook my head.

Tracy looked over her shoulder and gave me the briefest smile,
then headed out to her mother. I didn't hear squeals of
excitement, but then Tracy was a more reserved child than Katy.

By prior arrangement, I stayed in the room and did not meet
Wendy.

When they were gone, it was Katy who came into the guest room.
She looked uncertain, not her usual confident self.

"How are you?"

"Fine," she said.

"How was that all for you? You were a wonderful help."

"Thanks."

"Say, I've really got to go pee -- be right back."

When I returned she was still there, looking uncomfortable.

"What is it, Katy?" I asked, putting my hand on her shoulder.

"Can you... Can you finish what we started?"

"Oh!" I thought a moment. I considered asking Meredith's
permission, but decided I didn't need to.

"Can I order you around?" she asked.

"Sure," I said.

Within minutes I was up to the hilt in an eager Katy, after less
foreplay than usual. She was happy with quite a bit of ordinary
fucking before she began to give instructions.

"A little slower... But harder... Stay way in..." Her face was
slack, her eyes vague.

I got the gist of this. She was working on her own pleasure here.
I had my own idea of riding a little higher so the top of my
penis pressed more firmly against her, and she liked that too. I
kept doing just what Katy asked for 45 minutes.

"Really fast, really fast!" she suddenly said urgently.
"Ooooohhhhhhh!" she sighed, clutching me tightly. I let loose,
spitting my sperm into her happy, twitching pussy.

When she had recovered, she said, "That was a different kind of
happy!"

"Yes! It's called an orgasm. That's the way I feel when I do my
happy peepee up inside you."

"Really? No wonder you like it!"

It became part of our routine. By ordering me around, Katy
sometimes worked herself up to an orgasm. I showed her how to be
a cowgirl -- if a very small one. When she was on top she could
just do what she wanted without ordering me around. But we
noticed a curious thing. When she'd been the one in charge and I
came right after she did, it didn't make her feel better! So we
soon settled on a plan where she would get however much sexual
pleasure she wanted, which usually meant all the way to orgasm. I
would not come, but we'd take a break and read a book or
something. When I was hard and ready again, I'd do everything
just the way *I* wanted, and then when I spurted into her pussy
she would get the usual benefit.

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Wendy was not as circumspect as Meredith about the dramatic
remission of her daughter's condition and what caused it.
Desperate mothers in larger numbers began looking for sex
partners for their young daughters. Many had a lot of trouble
finding a man who would do it at all -- most men not wanting to
risk years in prison and a ruined life if a 6-year-old couldn't
keep a secret. They also discovered that men who weren't really
truly attracted to young girls didn't have any effect. A few
others could make their symptoms go away once, but then repeating
the act a few weeks later didn't keep it from coming back. Other
men were successful, and while the mothers were grateful, a few
grumbled that the guy just seemed creepy. In relaying that last
bit to me, Meredith stressed that she didn't find me at all
creepy.

With all those obstacles and uncertainties to finding other men,
there was intense interest in finding the man who had
successfully treated Katy and Tracy.

Tracy had to fly or be driven in from Pittsburgh every 3 or
sometimes 4 weeks. Because it was so long between treatments, she
had time to start feeling noticeably cruddy. The relief she felt
on being treated was more intense than with Katy. She put up with
my displays of lust with a shy smile. But after her relief she
always wanted to snuggle tightly against me for a while, and she
wanted me to sleep with her all night. The third time she visited
I shyly asked in the morning what she'd think if we did it again
then, stressing that it wasn't necessary. She was OK with trying
it. She smiled up at me the whole time, and explained at the end
that it was a nice change because every other time we did it she
was feeling miserable until the very end. We got in the habit of
a quickie every Sunday morning she was in town.

I was up for helping a few more girls, and I admitted to Meredith
that I found it satisfying in every respect. Tracy flying in was
workable but not ideal. With so many girls eager for my
attentions, it was easy to focus on ones who lived closer by.

I took on 5-year-old Kira and 7-year-old Molly, who both lived
within an hour's drive of New York. Meredith had recommended
both, showing me on video that they were lively, appealing
children when they were feeling well. She was willing to host
these liaisons at her house and to let Katy get involved. She had
useful tips -- young girls know how the minds of other young
girls work. Just knowing that Katy not only accepted my penile
intrusions every 10 days but looked forward to them went a long
way in putting the other two at ease.

Kira watched me and Katy demonstrate how it was done, but it
wasn't clear we would have had to. She giggled when she first
felt my cock tip nuzzling against her, and giggled most of the
rest of the time too. And I was happy to fuck the daylights out
of a cute little girl even if she was laughing. She looked
forward to seeing me and the naughtiness of it drove her to
giggles.

Molly didn't want to have a younger girl demonstrate anything for
her, but she too adapted well enough to getting fucked. She was
delighted with the relief she got, but seemed to think as little
as possible about me or the act that had caused it.

END of Chapter 2 of 4

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