Author: Sterling Title: Tiny Katy Needs Her Spermies (Chapter 3 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. I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at /files/Authors/Sterling/ For an index see /files/Authors/Sterling/A%20%20SUBJECT%20INDE X.txt You are welcome to copy this story if you include the entire text unchanged, including this notice. If you tell me where you have re-posted it, I can enjoy knowing it is appreciated and perhaps enjoy the feedback the story gets where you re-post it. Sterling And now, our feature presentation. Enjoy! ============================================================ Tiny Katy Needs Her Spermies (Chapter 3 of 4) "St. Luke's hospital," I said to the cabbie. I had taken a flight to Atlanta to try to save the life of a girl in a coma. Meredith had reported that 8-year-old Michelle was in danger of dying soon, and I couldn't resist this plea for saving a girl's life. But how I was going to attempt this was truly bizarre. I was going to steal a moment alone with a comatose girl as she lay in her hospital room -- and fuck her. Before paying the cabbie I put my mirror sunglasses on, and as a further disguise tried to walk with a limp, pretending my right foot was sore. In room 437 Michelle's mother Mary leaped up as soon as I arrived. She whispered that based on her observations of the hospital routines, we needed to wait 45 minutes, then I'd be almost certain to have an hour alone with Michelle without some cheerful nurse barging in. I nodded, but before I headed out I also took a moment to take a look at Michelle, in bed, looking very... comatose. Eight years old. A couple weeks before she'd been in a coma for 36 hours. This one had lasted 3 days already, and the doctors were not at all sure she'd make it. Between comas she'd had her bad episodes at least twice a day, and even the rest of the time felt awful enough that she'd rarely gotten out of bed. As I left the room Mary handed me an envelope, containing $1600 in twenties, enough to cover my expenses for the trip -- mostly the business class flight booked the day before. I got a snack while waiting for the 45 minutes to pass. When I returned, Mary showed me a metal adjustable prop that I could use against the door from the inside to seriously delay any unexpected entry. Then she herself left, not wanting to watch her comatose daughter getting raped -- however pure the motives. She also left a tablet computer on Michelle's chest. It played video footage of a younger Michelle: topless in the bath, playing in the sprinkler in her bathing suit, and playing in a sequence where she was in a dress but her panties showed a number of times. It had seemed to us like a reasonable measure to help me react to Michelle like a real child, and to help Mary think of me thinking of her that way too. With the lock in place, I stripped and pushed Michelle's johnny up to reveal her privates, then spread her legs apart. I set the video loop going on the laptop and mounted. The girl was out cold, but my body apparently recognized a girl's pussy parts and found that enough to produce a hard erection. Her lubrication wasn't great, so I whipped out a vibrator Mary had also provided and applied it to Michelle's privates. After 30 seconds I tested her vaginal opening and found the vibrator had done its job well. I thrust into the girl's pussy and began a fast fuck at once. No point in being gentle with this one. The important thing was to convince her body it was being fucked, and I judged it might in its comatose state take some extra effort for the message to get through. I grappled her hips roughly for a while, then put my arms around her back and squeezed hard, and said none too softly in her ear, "Hey, Michelle, I'm fucking you. Got that? I've stuffed my cock up your cunt, and I'm going to blow my load! Get that?" I raised my head to see the video of conscious Michelle squatting on the floor, the camera angle showing right up between her thighs to white panties. The video showed that she was potentially a lively girl. Could I help her achieve that potential once more? I grunted as I picked up the pace, driving as deep as I could into her 8-year-old snatch, her vagina giving me a hot, slick welcome despite the comatose condition of the girl. I put my full weight on her and put my lips right at her ear so the sounds of my building excitement would be loud and clear. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" I moaned as I ejaculated, my pulses of hot seed filling the girl. When I pulled out I began getting dressed quickly, even as I felt a bit faint. If Michelle woke up, we didn't want the first thing she saw to be a sweating naked man. Mary would see me leave and go right in to clean her daughter up. I took a cab to my hotel, checked in, then logged in periodically to see what news there was from Mary. That evening she wrote to say that while Michelle hadn't come out of the coma, the doctors were very encouraged by an improvement in her condition -- they of course had no idea of the cause. Could I try again the next afternoon? Michelle did seem more lively the next day, with better color, and I used much the same method as the day before. Just after my final shot left my cock, I felt her stirring beneath me. I quickly got up off of her and staggered around, pulling my briefs and pants on. She was awake and looking at me, but very groggy, so it wasn't clear how much she'd remember. Mary reported via the web that her daughter had had a miraculous recovery. That was the most important thing. The warm fuzzy feeling I got faded when I found my evening flight had been canceled. I ended up having to take Monday as a vacation day from work. --------------------------------------------------------- My trip to Atlanta to save Michelle had consequences. Michelle started having attacks again two weeks later. I could have just said I had intervened once in a dire emergency and she was on her own, but I felt a bond with Michelle. The idea of her going through those horrible attacks when I could prevent them moved me. So I ended up agreeing to take her on as a regular partner. The first time I treated Michelle in a conscious condition, she didn't fight or struggle, but despite Katy's best advice, she cried and trembled the whole time I was inside her. She thanked me later, but the crying was disheartening. Mary's solution was to send Meredith a hefty dose of the anti-anxiety medicine lorazepam to give her after retrieving her at Newark airport; she flew from Atlanta to New York as an unaccompanied minor. She was always pretty zoned out during the act and my least favorite partner. But was it an unpleasant job to treat her? Not at all. Small girl, hairless pussy lips and hot cunt served on a bed of sound moral justification were enough to make it an appealing dish. With five girls to service a couple times a month, I was having intercourse with a young girl every two or three days on average. I was also holding down a full-time (if boring) job and did have family and friends to keep up with. It was about the most I thought I could handle. I told Meredith not to mention any more cases to me. Yes, girls might die, but girls all over the world died every day. I was only one man, and could only do one man's work. Meredith understood and did as I asked. --------------------------------------------------------- George rang my doorbell at 10 on a Saturday morning. "Hello, my name is George Johnson, I'm your new neighbor. You must be Jim White?" "Yes, that's me," I said. "There's a neighborhood project I wanted to talk with you about. Can I come in?" Warily I invited him in. We sat in the living room. "I want to show you a picture." He handed me an 8 x 10 glossy of a pretty little girl. I couldn't help smiling. My activities at Meredith's house were conducted under a totally separate identity, so I was pretty confident that this was a coincidence. "It's my daughter. She has the syndrome. SLGS. The one with the attacks and all." My heart was pounding, but I said, "I don't know what you're talking about. I thought this was about a neighborhood initiative." "I hope you won't be angry with me, but when Wendy reported that you weren't going to help out any more girls, I took the initiative. You've never had kids, so maybe you don't understand what a parent will do. I hired a private investigator. They found Meredith's house, and they followed you home. I just want to say that I don't judge you at all -- I think you're a world-class hero!" I tried to stay calm. "You've invaded my privacy in a very serious way, and talked your way into my house on false pretenses." "I know, I feel bad about that." As he answered, he took out more glossy pictures of his daughter. One would show her looking charming, the next would show her looking haunted and haggard. "But like I said, I'll do just about anything for my girl. She's got the attacks really bad now. She has maybe two good days a week. The rest of the time she's miserable -- totally miserable. Vomiting, diarrhea, acting like a rag doll. And some of them go into comas, as you know." "Why don't you take care of this yourself?" "What do you mean?" "Do with her what you want me to do." "Oh... I have. It took me a long time and a lot of sleepless nights to get to that point, but I did try. Like I said, a parent will do anything. It didn't work. I sure hope it doesn't screw her up for life." I kept looking at the pictures and sighed. Such a nice girl -- such a miserable girl. Such potential, all at risk. "Let me think about it." "Well, I hope you won't think too long." "Like I said, let me think about it." I showed him to the door. "Could I have an answer tomorrow at this time? I'll happily bring my little girl with me so you could enjoy her company -- oops, I mean treat her -- right away." "Don't bring your girl, whatever you do!" "OK, tomorrow." I thought of it from every angle and didn't get much sleep. I was furious with George for invading my privacy -- but he was just trying to save his daughter. George was nothing if not punctual. He rang the bell the next day at 9:59. I opened the door and held up my hands. "Sorry, I can't do it. If I say yes to you, then who knows how many more will come?" George beckoned and his daughter emerged from behind the door. "Here she is, Jim." She jumped up into his arms. "Liz, this is Jason. You want to say hi to Jason?" She gave a big smile. Curly brown hair, big brown eyes, just like in the pictures. So much more vibrant than a picture. "I told you not to bring her!" I managed to say through clenched teeth. "Are you going to slam the door on her? She needs you." I think it was on purpose that as he held her, her dress had bunched up to her side and her panties were visible. "Tell him, Liz, now's the time to tell him." "Could you please do that thing to me -- you know, down there -- so I don't get sick any more? Please? I'd really like you to!" George said, "Right now would be just fine." It was to save her, and it wasn't her fault if her father had been devious. There she was, alluring and willing. "Oh, all right!" I said. "You wait in the car. Come here, Liz." George let her slide down. "I'll see you in a little bit, honey. Be a good girl." I motioned Liz inside, slammed the door and marched to the bedroom, dragging Liz by the hand. She stumbled as she tried to keep up. "Strip. Lie on the bed." Angrily I took my clothes off. Who would believe it, I wondered. A pedophile had men showing up on his doorstep, begging and pleading him to take their little darlings into the bedroom and fuck them. And the problem was that there might be too many of them. I had to fuck little Liz, but I didn't have to be nice about it. When I looked back she had done exactly what I asked. She was lying on the bed, completely naked, legs spread wide. She was also fighting back tears. My anger faded at once. "Oh, shit, I know it's not your fault. I'll be nice to you. Or at least as nice as I can given what I've got to do to you." I stroked her hair and kissed her cheek, and she seemed relieved. But that let my anger surge again. I greedily worked my hands all over her arms and legs and front, stopping to squeeze her nipples, one with each hand. My hand found its way between her legs, feeling her feminine part and rubbing gently. I nibbled her ear and she giggled. I had an idea. "Turn over on your tummy, OK? ... Stick your butt up in the air..." I fondled her pussy lips from behind. If I was the kind of guy who liked anal, I might have shoved it up her ass. But I'm a pussy-only fellow. "OK, now I'm going in from this side," I said, lodged my cock and pressed. "Ooooo!" she said, but didn't show distress. I didn't care if she did cry at this point. I grappled her hips and pushed, but the angle wasn't quite right. Without disengaging I turned her, stood up right by the edge of the bed and lifted her by the hips so I was holding the weight of her lower parts in my hands -- something that would have been near impossible with a grown woman. I held her right in front of my thrusting pelvis, while she dangled down and kept herself more or less horizontal with her hands on the bed. In short order I had her stuffed up the pussy in this weird doggy style. I then started a fast, deep fuck. I grunted and growled. "Unnh, unnh, unnh, unnh!" As my climax approach I slowed down, then pressed myself deeper than seemed possible as my body shot a big load of sperm into the far end of her girl hole. Four shots did it, and I then made some more deep strokes to stir the goop all around. My lust satisfied, my anger surged again at being spied on and manipulated. As my cock slid out, I tossed her hindquarters to the right so she landed on her right side and bounced on the mattress. She looked at me questioningly. "It worked!" she said. "I feel fantastic! Ooo, ooo! Wait til I tell daddy!" I couldn't help smiling at her utter joy. "It was different when he did it..." "Stand up," I said on a sudden whim. She stood on the bed. "Face me." There were her girly lips. I worked the middle finger of my right hand straight up into her sopping pussy. Yeah, that was the basic idea. Find a hole in a little girl and shove something long and hard way up into it. I kept trying to press my finger in deeper, but the effort just lifted her off the bed, balanced precariously on my palm kind of like a bicycle seat, with my middle finger deep up her cunt. Suddenly I withdrew, and she landed on the mattress and stumbled a bit. "All right," I grumbled. "Get dressed and go see your daddy." At the door, she turned and said, "Thank you so much for helping me with your penis," as polite as anything. "Go!" I said, trying not to smile. Liz was a very happy little camper -- for about 7 days. But I couldn't turn down her request for a repeat. I never can. --------------------------------------------------------- George swore he wouldn't tell another soul, but others found out somehow. I managed to turn a couple men away. Now a man who had introduced himself as Dave was standing on my doorstep. It had been a tough conversation, but now it took a different turn. He said, "I know you're in a tough spot. I know you've got lots of girls. But *my* girl needs attention and needs it right now. She's not even 4 years old." "So because you're here I'm supposed to make some other girl suffer so your girl can feel better?" We'd been over this before. He sighed. "Let me put it to you this way. What you're doing is, uh, not exactly legal. There's lots and lots of proof. There's some police who might be very interested to know about this. Now, I wouldn't dream of telling them, not if I was in my right mind, but ... I just can't think straight when my daughter is so miserable." "You're threatening me." "I wouldn't put it that way." "I would. Now go away." "I don't know, Jim, I'm awfully frantic. I hope I don't do anything I'll regret later, but you never know." I gave him a long, hard look. "OK, bring her in." Less than a minute later he came in clutching a rag doll of a girl. She smelled faintly of both vomit and diarrhea. "Oh, Christ," I said. "Let's take her to the bathroom." "The bathroom?" "Yeah, strip her and put her on her knees, facing the tub." "Huh?" "You heard me! You want me to cure your daughter or not?!" "OK, OK," he said. While I counted to 10 and stripped, I heard him talking to her in the bathroom. "I know you feel awful, honey. This is to make you better. It's gonna be weird, yeah. Just put your knees like that, right." "Out!" I said. He left, I shut the door and took off my briefs. "Daddy?" "He's right outside." "I want daddy." She started to get up. "No!" I said, nudging her back into position. "Just a minute, you can have him." She started to cry. Yeah, the girl is smelly, wriggling, and crying. But I saw a tiny rear end in front of me with some cute little girl lips. And that sight gives rise in me to a very strong primal urge. My cock responded, and the urge was to jam it into her. She was a tighter fit than most, but the urge was to press with however much force was needed. "Ouch!" I panted and managed to jam myself in more and more until I was in to the hilt. I then began a series of fast, hard thrusts, and it wasn't going to take long. Just as I was making my final deep thrusts, she gagged and threw up into the tub, though not much came out. But the retching also made her pussy squeeze me especially tight as I unloaded into the little thing. Weird goopy stuff oozing out the front, weird goopy stuff oozing in the back. I stood up, caught my breath, and put my briefs back on. "What happened? I don't feel sick any more!" "Yeah, yeah, yeah..." I muttered, opening the door. "So take your little sperm-filled bitch home and clean *all* the openings, OK?" A murderous look passed briefly over his face, but he said, "OK, I will. Thank you." And they were gone. I sent Meredith a long and angry email about being threatened, which I invited her to post in the support group. A long and heated discussion followed, she reported. --------------------------------------------------------- As I pulled into my driveway at 6:30, I thought the black car parked across the street was awfully fancy. The man who got out was tall, silver-haired, and dressed in a suit. He quickly crossed the street. "Hello, Jim. You must be awfully sick of people showing up at your house." "Yeah," I said wearily. "I think you'll be glad once we've talked." "And why's that?" "I'm not here to give you more work, I'm hear to make you feel easier about the work you have. Less stress. And less fear." "OK, come on in." We sat in the living room. "Who are you?" "That's one thing I can't tell you, actually. Let's just say that one of the fathers of the girls you treat is well-connected. He doesn't like the idea of anyone threatening you or turning you in. His connections include the agencies that count. FBI, state police, maybe others, maybe some you've never heard of. You don't have to worry about anyone turning you in any more. In fact, I think it's anyone who tried to turn you in who should be nervous." This guy sounded like he could just be a wacko with delusions of power. "Uh, no offense, but how do I know you're for real?" "We figured you were a smart fellow and might ask that. Here's a sheet of paper. It's got the FBI tip line number and the state police number. You can verify them easily enough. And if you call them up and give these phrases, you should get these others in reply. Only good for the next 24 hours or so." (Later, with a sinking feeling I was about to be made a fool, I called the FBI number and said, "Code Picnic 3022". "Ah yes, a code. Just one moment... 'Medical emergency justifies funny business.'" It matched exactly what was on the sheet.) "Of course, if you mention this to people, law enforcement will just say you're crazy. If someone reports you, the police will appear sympathetic. They could never admit that they're not going to investigate child rape, but you'll be fine." "Um, thank you -- I think." "You're welcome." "Now, there's another piece to this." Uh-oh. He probably read my expression. "Totally separate -- the protection is yours, no matter what you do. This is just my advice. Doing this is something you really enjoy, right?" "How would you know?" He smiled and said, "OK, well, you can think about that. But IF this is something you really enjoy, there's a much bigger opportunity here. And with the protection, you might was to consider it seriously." "I do have a job." "True. But do you love your job?" I hesitated, and he didn't wait for an answer. I hated my job -- though it was important my employer not know that. "I think parents might be willing to compensate you. For saving their daughters' lives." "I'm not doing this for the money." "True. It's a rather intimate, personal matter. Breaking a taboo for the higher good." His insights were right on target. He continued, "But some of the happiest people around get paid well to do what they love. Think entrepreneurs, scientists, some businessmen. Musicians, artists, writers..." I wasn't sure what to think, and said nothing. "Think about it. And here's a number to call if you want to discuss setting this up in a more formal structure." --------------------------------------------------------- A website, an application process, and assistants to look over the applications. A fee structure, income and asset verification, and financial aid. Other assistants -- lovely young women -- to prepare the girls and shepherd them in and out. Penthouse suites in hotels. An expensive but effective treatment so I could neither give nor get any STIs. Little girls appeared before me, fresh and clean, in pretty dresses. Some were excited, some were nervous, some were morose. But they all had hairless little girl lips up under the dresses, inside their panties. And inside each pair of lips was an opening to a tight little tube, hot and wet and ready. I wanted to mount every girl, find the lips, position my cock tip in the opening, and drive into the hot, wet tube. I wanted to fuck in and out vigorously, and I wanted to ejaculate way up inside. I wanted to see the little girl feel happy. When I was done with one girl, I wanted the next one. Of course a cock needs some down time. No one was particularly surprised to find that the presence of the next girl hastened my arousal, but it still might be a couple hours before I was ready again. Sometimes the limitation wasn't the erection but the ability to ejaculate. What wasn't so obvious was that If I took girls one at a time, my performance was at a certain level, but if I took them together, I could satisfy the girls quicker. Four girls, one after the other, might mean an hour between ejaculations. Four girls all at once, playing around and watching the others get it might mean a half hour between ejaculations. It was a big difference. Of course lots of parents were disgusted by this whole idea, and insisted on private sessions at the very least. But there was a waiting list, and market forces came into play -- it was cheaper for a girl to be part of a group of 8. Sometimes those were the only spots available. The whole business set-up was for most of the girls. But I still saw Tracy and Katy at Meredith's house. Maybe because they were my first two, but also because Tracy was shy and we had our fun tradition, and Katy -- well Katy was Katy. Katy didn't belong in a hotel suite with piles of other girls. --------------------------------------------------------- "Hey, it's stiff again!" said one of the three girls right around me. The other five had been involved in reading or separate play, but now I had eight pairs of eyes on me. "Oh, goody, Jason! ... You wanna treat me now? ... Look down the front of my panties! ..." Right next to me, 6-year-old Jenny said, "You can replace that finger with your penis! ..." She nuzzled her face against my ear and kissed my cheek tenderly. I thought that was a great idea. My fucking finger went out, the girl lay back and spread her legs, and I forced my cock into her little pussy. I fucked in and out with enthusiasm. She was mine and I could sperm her little cunt whenever I could manage it. But getting an erection was the comparatively easy part -- I'd been limp all of 10 minutes. What required more effort was working up to another ejaculation. One girl was not going to do it, so I looked around. Sometimes I was in the mood for the ones who weren't right around me asking for it. Fran was on the other side of the room reading to Laura. At 8, Fran was one of my oldest girls. She had long brown hair, big brown eyes, and a regal nose. I'd already made Fran happy an hour before, but that didn't stop me from wanting to fuck her again. Four-year-old Laura was a blue-eyed cutie with hair so blond it was almost white. I pulled out of Jenny and walked across the room. Fran and Laura looked up at my approach. "On your back," I ordered Fran. "Laura, sit up above her head." The girls' eyes were bright as they followed instructions. "Aim me," I said to Fran with a kiss as I mounted her. Leaning over her, I pulled up Laura's dress to reveal her luscious girl parts. With my hands I caressed her inner thighs and labia, then opened them up and dove in with my tongue, licking, probing, inhaling deeply. Down below, Fran had done her job. My strong thrust penetrated her, and I was surrounded by slick heat. In and out I went, while I rested most of my weight on her. Her head was turned to the side, and my neck rested against her ear, but up above I was relishing the sights, smell, and especially touch of young Laura. She got wetter as my tongue alternated between licking her little clitoris and probing into her sexual opening. It all felt great. It wasn't enough to make me come, but it was spice and excitement to get me ready. "Thanks, Fran," I said, dismounting. "But I just have to get into Laura." The little girl smiled as I mounted her, and said, "Ooo! You gonna do happy pee in me?" "I doubt it -- not yet," said Fran. I lodged my penis tip where my tongue had been and pressed it in. Her luscious tissues yielded to the intrusion but held me firmly. Fran knelt on the bed beside us, running her hand over my thrusting butt, then gently stroking my balls. In my ear she whispered, "You're so strong and such a total man. Laura sure likes getting screwed like that!" That was hot talk. I might have been able to wet Laura's innards if I worked at it, but there was another priority. Pulling out, I said, "Sorry, my lovely wonderful little girls, but I've got to do a girl in the little room. It's her first time. But I'll be back soon." "But... When's it going to be my turn?" whined a 5-year-old. "Shhh!" the others said. Jenny explained, "You'll just have to wait, like everyone else. And have fun waiting." I knocked on the door of the small private room and went in -- stark naked, with my erection standing out in front of me. The monitor suspended from the ceiling and angled discreetly for my view said her name was Naomi. She was sitting on the bed, a pretty little 4-year-old of East Asian stock. She gave a nervous smile, glancing at my stiff adult cock. "Hi there, Naomi," I said. "Would you like to get treated?" She nodded though she didn't meet my gaze. There was a test they had invented that could tell just where a girl was in the baseline "feeling yucky" dimension. Naomi must have had a couple attacks already, or they wouldn't have diagnosed the condition. But like all the others, we wanted to get her at a point where she wasn't feeling too terrible, but bad enough that she would find my attentions made her feel really good. "You certainly are a pretty girl. Let me touch you." I stroked her straight black hair with one hand while with the other I caressed her hand. But that was only for a second, as there was so much else to touch. She was wearing a loose-fitting dress -- hers was green. With one hand I caressed her back and with the other her front -- for a few seconds. Then I was sliding my left hand between her legs up under her dress. She spread her legs enough that I could reach her crotch and the hairless pussy slit. I might have been able to come in Laura, but there was something especially exciting about a girl I'd never done it with before. I wasn't going to have any trouble ejaculating in this little virgin. "Oh, Naomi, I really want to get it into you," I said. It wasn't exactly sweet and subtle, but I didn't have all day to make her feel special. Getting stuffed up the cunt with a big cock was going to be a strange experience that to a large part of her would seem yucky. I lay her down on the bed and pushed the green dress up out of the way. Then I mounted and aimed. "Here goes, sweety," I said softly as I nudged myself between her lips. I pressed, and her vagina, like all the others, gave way before my intrusion. Her eyes opened wide in surprise but she didn't seem upset. She was hot, tight and slick, and I quickly worked my way in until she'd taken my whole cock. The surest way to make sure her body registered was to be kind of crude. "I'm fucking your cunt, Naomi," I said in a growl. "Hope you like it." I lay down on her so she took most of my weight and wrapped my hands around behind her back. "I'm gonna shoot my sperm up into you real soon now... Unnh, unnh, unnnh, Oh Naomi, you're great! Unnh, unnh, unnnh, unnnh, Aaaahhhhhh!" Having come just a half hour before, I only shot a little bit of stuff, but it felt just as fantastic to me, and a little bit was enough for any girl. When I peeled myself up off of her and let my cock slide out, she was smiling. "It's really true!" she said. "When you get all pokey and naughty down there, it makes it all better!" She reached up to kiss me on the cheek. "Glad to help," I said, catching my breath. "I'll see you in a few weeks." She nodded and I slipped back through the door to the common room where my octet of little beauties awaited. "So did you do it to her? Did she take it OK or did she freak out?" "She was just fine, though a little nervous at first." "And was she surprised to get happy?" "Yeah, pretty surprised. It's always special for me seeing a girl react that way when it's her first time." The eight girls looked at me expectantly. "I'm gonna lie down and rest for a few minutes, but you all can show me more girliness." "Can I lick it?" asked Laura. "I've never licked before." "OK," I said, smiling at her. I lay back and closed my eyes, and a warm, eager tongue licked off the sexual juices left over from my incontinent excursion into little Naomi. I felt a hand caressing my right hand off to the side, then pressing it firmly against a little pussy. Glancing up I saw that it was 5-year-old Becky who was making me very aware of her girliness. She pressed my hand in a rhythmic motion against her vulva. "Get naked and go snuggle up to him," I heard Fran whisper. Five-year-old Mary followed her instructions and tossed off her T-shirt and panties as she approached my left side. She kissed my cheek as her reddish curls tickled my face, then she snuggled against my side. She lifted her left leg over Laura's head and draped it on my stomach. After a few seconds, I started feeling the slightest hints of undulations below, but within a minute I could unmistakably feel her pressing her soft female parts against my hip, deliberately, over and over, rhythmically. Laura's mouth was replaced by another, and then another. Becky separated my middle finger from the others and guided it up into her pussy, in and out. I relaxed, thinking sweet and sexy thoughts. I dozed off. What woke me was the force and speed Becky used to press my finger into her vagina while my knuckles pressed against soft tissues on the outside. She gasped and moaned before releasing my hand. I yawned. "When you catch your breath, come put that right in front of my face, OK?" I said, looking at the satisfied girl with the goofy grin. She nodded and didn't delay at all, straddling my face with her juicy, post-orgasmic feminine stuff. It smelled great, and I licked. "Don't go away," I said after I'd licked my fill, "Lie just above my head but keep your legs wide apart." My cock was up and ready to go. The one I wanted was Mary, who had paused in her undulations. I lifted her small form quickly until she was lying on top of me, eyes wide with anticipation. With a hand wrapping each of her thighs, I pulled her down until my cock was poking between her legs. By moving her pussy around, my cock soon found the indentation, pressed and was rewarded with an engulfing hug from her wet vagina. I fucked up into the little one hard and fast as she looked at me with delighted wonder. I probably could have come, but the odor of Becky's snatch above my head intrigued me more. I smiled at Mary and disengaged. Her frown of disappointment was brief. I scrambled up and turned to attend to Becky. She was not just sitting with legs spread wide and holding her pussy open, she was also rubbing her little clit with the other hand. "Mmmm!" I said in a low voice, and I mounted. Her expression of adoring expectancy was priceless. Now her pussy got the cock it had been dreaming of. I fucked her hard and fast. In less than a minute her increasingly urgent whimpers became a loud moan, starting plaintive but tapering off to relaxed. Time for her other reward. I pounded her pussy for all I was worth. Fran said, "See how his balls are pulled up tight, Laura? That's a good sign he's about to sprinkle pee out of his magic wand." She giggled at her metaphor. I liked it too, and in ecstasy my cock twitched and inseminated young Becky. She felt it. "Oh, man!" she said. "That was great!" Yeah, two orgasms and a dose of intravaginal medicine was a pretty great outcome for her. "Snack time!" I panted. A minute after alerting my staff with a buzzer, a young woman brought in a snack cart. I drank a bunch of juice and had a few dark chocolates. Listening to the girls chatter as they consumed their pretzels, chips, cupcakes, cookies, milk, and juice was another way of appreciating the young femininity all around me. Down below my balls churned out more sperm and the ducts and glands worked full tilt to produce enough of the happy girl juice for deposit deep in the next vagina. The delivery vehicle was resting too, but soon enough it would swell with blood again and become an unstoppable force for deep penetration of the tightest little girl tunnel. --------------------------------------------------------- "What am I doing here? I'm a boy and you're all girls with cooties!" said a 6-year-old with shortish brown hair, dressed in an 'O'Neal' basketball jersey and long baggy boy shorts. A number of the girls looked around, confused. A couple had knowing smiles. "I don't think so," said Becky, hands on hips. "Course I'm a boy!" he said. "I don't believe you! You have to prove it!" "Prove it how?" "Pull down your pants and show us your penis." "No, I don't have to do that! Not for you dumb old girls!" "Yes, you do!" "Don't!" Becky and another girl tackled him, and as he flailed around they managed to get the shorts down to show his boy briefs. Defeated, he lay still in the grasp of the other girl. "Now the truth," said Becky, grabbing the briefs and tugging slowly. But there was no penis, just a lovely little girl slit. "She's a girl!" spat Becky. Turning to me, she said harshly, "Fuck her!" I needed no further encouragement. Baggy boy shorts and fly-equipped boy briefs were barely down to the knees, but I saw a girl and I mounted. The girly lips were no false promise either. With insistent pressure, my excited cock found a 100% genuine, full-featured vagina and occupied it completely. "No, I'm a boy! I'm a boy!" pleaded the imposter with furrowed brow. I reached under the basketball shirt and pinched the unisex nipples hard. As I did, I gave a last flurry of thrusts and shot my semen way up high in her vagina. The face of the 'boy' relaxed in ecstasy. "You liar!" said Becky. "You're a girl, just as girly as can be, with a pussy and SLGS like the rest of us have, because you just got treated and happy." "I'm sorry I fibbed," said the girl, suddenly smiling, bashful and entirely feminine. And for some reason I was moved to lie down on her and kiss her tenderly for quite a few minutes, while down below my cock softened and slid out. And that was my introduction to Carla. My assistants were always thinking of new ideas to keep this whole business exciting and novel -- a lot of the ideas originated with the girls themselves. --------------------------------------------------------- As I entered the small room, the monitor had this message: "This is Erica, age 7. She's pretty sick and not at all cooperative. Another man failed, so they're counting on you. Her parents suggested this arrangement to maximize the chances of success." There on the bed was a girl, spread-eagled, with each hand and foot tied to a corner of the bed. She looked simultaneously very sick and very defiant. Poor kid -- she really needed to be raped. All the girls' bodies had to know they'd been fucked, but some needed an especially harsh reminder. "You asshole!" she croaked. "Oh, shut up," I murmured, pulling up into mounting position. My cock was stiff and hard and ready to violate and degrade. "No, you shut up! And get away from me! You big fat pig -- they ought to throw you in jail!" She writhed, but the restraints limited what she could do. I planted a hand where stomach gave way to pubic bone and held her immobile. With the other hand I spread her lips and aimed. "No!" she shouted and writhed harder than ever, but she was trapped. "Aahhh!" I said with exaggerated satisfaction as my penis dug in. I pulled out a bit, then forced it in a half-inch farther, back and forth until I was up to the hilt. "You're an animal! Disgusting! You get that thing out of me right now!" "Oh, no, honey. I'm going to fuck you all the way, over and over, and then shoot you full of sperm." "No! You pile of shit. I hope they cut your balls off! Stop it!" The invective went on as I pounded in and out of her. "You're a little bitch who deserves to get fucked. The more bad things you say, the better I like it and the more thoroughly I'm going to fuck your nasty cunt." She hesitated a moment and swore at me some more, but before long it tailed off. "What a pathetic little bitch you are," I sneered. "I'm going to stuff my cock way up deep in your foul ditch and pee in you. Except it's dirtier than pee -- sticky and weird like pus!" That seemed to get to her just a bit, and she swallowed, but soon went right back to it. "You're a disgusting pervert!" "Oh, shut up!" I said. "I'm about to spew my jiz." "No! No, please! Oh, fuck you!" "No, fuck you." "Fuck you!" "No, you baby." "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" "That's the spirit, girl." "Oh! You're horrible!" "You're in luck, bitch. Five ... four ... three ..." "Nooooo!" "Two ... one ... Arrrrggggghhhhh!" I roared as my twitches began and I spat my male stuff into her. "No... no... no," she said three times, each one softer than the last. "You're awful, you're... oh, oh ..." "Feel better?" I said when I'd caught my breath. It was obvious from her face. "That doesn't change anything." "Oh, great," I said. "Are you going to thank me?" She shook her head. "Well, whatever..." I pulled out, and reached down to squeegee the slop off my cock and into my hand. I had a whim, and said, "Since you won't thank me, I'll paint your face with disgusting boy slop." I raised my hand to her face. I painted some on her right cheek. She shook her head so I held it still with my other hand. I painted some on her left cheek, a dab on the tip of her nose, and some on her upper lip, more under her chin. "Magic boy slop," she murmured. "Goodbye, sweety pie," I said. She stuck her tongue out at me, eyes closed, and almost kept all traces of a smile off her face. --------------------------------------------------------- Girliness. I brush a mane of blond hair, over and over again. I braid it, then undo the braid and try again. I tie ribbons, and I learn the tricks of hair holders and barrettes. I wonder at the fabric of skirts and dresses, blouses, vests, skirt shorts, capris, pajamas, bikinis, one-piece suits, even socks and shoes. I dress the girls in these things, then undress them again, slowly. I appreciate the curves of the girls highlighted by some clothing, appreciate how some girly shapes are hidden by other types, then revealed again as the article comes off once more. Panties. Lots and lots of panties. On and off, over and over. Clean and not quite so clean. Girls line up and I remove panties from each one, make a pile, then lie back and put the pile over my face, breathing the blend of a dozen girly crotches. I watch the girls play with dolls and play dress up. I watch them negotiate about who is going to pretend what. I listen to big ones reading to little ones. I listen to little ones reading haltingly, big ones helping them when they come to a hard word. I give baths. Washing hair, running warm water over every part, washcloths on faces that scrunch up in anticipation. And always down below, the girly lips, over and over. At any time I might interrupt appreciation of these innocent displays of girliness with raw sex. Pull down the bikini bottom, push the girl back onto a bed, and copulate. Stop hair brushing in mid-stroke, bend the girl over the bed, and penetrate doggy style. Lift the girl out of the tub, perch her on the edge with legs spread, and stick my boy prong up into heaven. What could possibly be more girly than girlies peeing? I sit on the floor in front of the toilet, and have a little girl come squat in my lap and impale herself on my eager erection. I lift her bottom an inch, then push it back down again, vagina moving with the girl, to my cock's delight. But that is just the background. Girls mount the toilet, one by one, legs wide apart. I watch intently as the urine appears as if by magic. Sometimes a flood, often a trickle. I watch just exactly how they wipe themselves. I learn and imitate. I watch them play doctor, peering at each other's little parts from inches away, opening lips, inserting fingers, commenting on how they are just a little different from each other. I watch them masturbate. For many it's a hand down the front of her panties, a dreamy expression on her face. For some it's face down, hips tensing and relaxing over and over, sliding sensitive girly pleasure parts against the stuffed animal or wadded item of clothing or their own fist. For some it's on their back with legs spread wide, middle finger poking in and out, other hand rubbing little clit. Always a sensual rhythmic motion, over and over. Some pair up, hand down the front of each other's panties. Some play at being me, lying face down on another girl, loins against loins, thrusting over and over again, often ending with a pretend orgasm, the other girl feigning her joy at receiving a treatment. After that there are often reproachful or hopeful glances in my direction: Can you do it to me soon, please? Why do I have to wait so long? But they never have to wait too long. Eight girls, four hours. Every one of them will get a little splat of sperm lovingly delivered to the deepest recesses of her little cunt. --------------------------------------------------------- I'm lying on a bed, naked, penis limp and small. On a whim, I turn on my side and start sucking my thumb. "I gotta go peepee," I say. "Oh!" says a big girl, sensing the emerging role play. "Well, come use the potty then. We don't want any accidents." She helps me up with one hand and leads me to the toilet, while I'm still sucking my thumb. When I'm standing in front of the toilet, she aims. "OK, let it go now, so the peepee comes out." I let go, and a stream thunders into the toilet below. "You don't need to wipe, do you," she says. "You lucky boys. I just shake it like this..." She leads me back to the bed. Other girls notice the play. "Here, have a little candy," says one. I remove my thumb and open wide, and she pops three M&Ms into my mouth. "Mmmm! More!" I say. She pops in a few more. "More! More!" The big girl interrupts. "Now, you can have more, but you have to do your chores." "What chores?" I ask, disappointment heavy. "You have to give a present to one of us girls." "What?" She wraps her fingers around my penis gently and rubs. It quickly gets long and hard. "Does that feel OK?" I smile. "Yeah, what now?" A 5-year-old gets the idea and lies back, legs spread wide, ready for the taking. "Come over here, and lie down on top of her." I wrinkle my nose. "Girls have cooties between their legs." "You'll like it, you'll see." I lie on the girl and stick my tongue out at her. She manages not to smile and sticks her tongue out at me too. Down below, the big girl is arranging things so I'm near the girl's vagina. She takes my penis once more and strokes back and forth with her fingers. Then she stops her hand motion. "Now you make it move like that." I look puzzled, but then discover a fucking motion and do it to her hand. "OK, now move up a little..." Her hand is right against the little girl's pussy. "Now go in farther..." I poke my penis through her fingers and run into something warm and wet. "Even farther..." Instead of four fingers wrapped around my cock, she's down to a single finger making an O shape. "Mmmm!" I say, as my penis goes through her fingers into the little girl below, and she is warm and wet and feels just right. I pause, looking expectantly at the big girl. "Now in and out, like you did before." I do, and it feels very good. I go faster and faster. "If you want, you can do it with me too," says another girl, who lays herself out in similar fashion. "No, keep doing it in me and give me the present!" says the adorable girl I am presently stroking in and out of. "Shhhh!" says the big girl. "Whichever one he wants." I look greedily at the other girl, pull unceremoniously out of the one and mount the next. I make thrusting motions but my cock isn't pointed in the right place, and I frown. "Let me help you," sighs the girl I just pulled out of and reaches in to aim my cock. My next thrust finds little girl wetness, and my instinct takes over, pushing in deeper with each stroke until I'm in to the hilt. "Like this?" I say lustily. "Good boy! You've got it!" says the big girl. Full of pride, I thrust away. But I see another little girly, lying on her side with the top leg up in the air, hand massaging her girly place. "Want!" I say, pointing, and in seconds I'm kneeling right beside her. The girl's hand grabs my slick bobbing cock as it approaches and aims it. I thrust and soon stuff her girly part full and more than full. "Nnnh, nhhh, nhhh," I say, and fuck some more. "I want them all!" I say with greed. "That's good, you can have them all!" says the big girl. I go from girl to girl, stabbing each in turn, feeling great pleasure in each one. I've done half the girls a second time when the big girl says, "Now, you need to focus. Concentrate on one girl and keep going." "But I want them all!" I say. "Girls, go away so you don't distract him," she says softly. "No, I want her!" I say, pointing to the first girl I entered. "Very well, but you have to stick with her then." "OK," I say reluctantly. Soon it's just me and the little girl I'm covering and thrusting my penis in and out of, with the big one standing out of sight behind us. The little girl looks behind me, getting some sort of instructions from the big one. "Now just keep pressing in and out like that. Keep your mind on how good it feels." Just then she gives me a Kegel-style pussy squeeze. "Does it feel good?" It sure does! I nod but don't smile, as I 'm concentrating now. "So just keep thinking how good it's feeling and how you want to make it feel even better!" "Something about a present?" I pant. "Oh, the present will take care of itself!" she says. "Just worry about doing it so it feels better and better!" I nod and thrust, the pleasure building and building. Suddenly it crashes and I feel fantastic while I feel my cock twitching. "Aaaaahhhhh! Aaaaahhhhh!" I say with a big smile. The girl below smiles and twitches, murmuring, "Thank you." The big girl steps forward. "You did it! Good boy!" I pull out, grinning, but then I frown. "What about the present?" "You did it! You gave her the present! It came out the tip of your weewee when it felt so good!" "Oh! It did?" I shrug. "I felt something and was afraid I'd made peepee," I say, looking down. "No, that's not peepee! That's the present. You did it just right!" "Oh," I say, feeling proud, but then remember. "I want my candy." The big girl gets me a half-dozen M&M's. I find another bed and lie down on my side. When I've swallowed the candy I stick my thumb in my mouth and close my eyes. Some sweet girl pulls a sheet over me. --------------------------------------------------------- I'd spurted, I'd felt great, the girl had felt great, and I lay back relaxing. "Now squat right over here, Maisie. That's good... now reach up inside and pull the semen out and right onto this cup... good girl." That was the voice of a real grown-up, Kristin, one of my assistants. A few minutes later, when I got it up again and was about to thrust into another girl, Kristin rubbed a blob of it on the tip of my penis. I thrust into the girl. I pawed her, lay on her, pounded her hard, made grunts, pounded her harder, said a few nasty words, pounded her harder still, and faked an orgasm. Kristin looked expectantly at the girl. Alas, no relief. Another time Kristin used a turkey baster to squirt some of the second-hand semen into the girl before I entered her, and another time she put it in after, and another time I pulled out in the middle long enough for her to stick it in and I went back in to finish up my fake orgasm. No relief from any of it. It was a thought -- make the girl and her body perceive that I'd ejaculated into her, and put the actual semen up inside separately. We could have treated more girls and alleviated more suffering -- and made more money. But it didn't work. We could stretch me only so far. The semen had to shoot out of my penis at the same time I had a genuine, physical orgasm. --------------------------------------------------------- "Jim, Jim!" I try to dodge her, relishing memories of my recent intimate encounters, but my chief assistant Priscilla grabs my arm. "Jim, you have to listen to this." "I count on you to handle all the details." "It's not a detail. You have to listen." I stand still and look at her. "You're aware of the medical research they've been doing, the trials for a drug that treats SLGS." "They've had trials before. Nothing ever happens with them." "Yes, some of the other trials didn't work. But this one looks like it's going to." I frowned. "When will it hit the market? When will it matter?" "It looks like next month. You have to be prepared for this all to end." "But... But won't they want to stick with the proven treatment?" "Maybe, but remember what you're doing here. There's a drawback to your treatment." "What's that?" "You're raping little girls." "I am not! They all like it. Well, some aren't so wild about it the first time..." "Jim, think back now. You've been doing this for two years. What was life like before that?" I take a deep breath and think back. I remember Meredith's initial contacts, how strange and frightening it had seemed -- and how totally wondrous the idea that I'd get to try having sex with one little girl, one time. "Oh." Priscilla waits. "But haven't society's attitudes changed? Don't they see how it's just fine?" "Jim, this is all very hush-hush. Society doesn't know it's happening. The girls' parents stay quiet because they want their girls to stay healthy -- and want them to live." I know that the latest reports indicate the one-year survival rate for SLGS when not treated is 79%. Put another way, it's a 21% death rate. "But there have been leaks." "Yes, which your guardian angels, whoever they are, skillfully deflect by putting out lots of false but similarly plausible stories. I'm amazed they've pulled it off." "Oh. So you're saying I'll have to stop?" "Yes, Jim. I think it's going to wind down and stop." "Oh, what will I do? How will I live?" "You can afford to retire. I think you have about $40 million in the bank." "I do? I thought it was $10 million?" "As your schedule filled up, the prices of the remaining slots got higher and higher. The record is someone who gave us $3 million for a private spot." "Oh, yeah, you've told me this... So I have money. But I'll really have to stop?" "I'm afraid so." I cringed whenever I remembered that conversation over the next months. They say power tends to corrupt, and I had power. I was also having such a great time, and so were the girls! But the new drug was approved, and it worked quite well. My bookings dropped off. I was aware as I spurted mutual ecstasy into each girl that it might be the last time. I began to say with total sincerity tender things like, "In case I don't see you again, I just wanted to say goodbye and that you're a wonderful little girl." The business did not disappear overnight. For one thing, the drug didn't work for everyone. For another, it had bad side effects for some girls. Of course, from one perspective, my treatment had some bad side effects, like requiring a 4-year-old girl to do various naughty things for a few hours and then get fucked by a grown man. But it was a side effect they were used to -- and in fact some of them liked it, beyond what they all liked: that rush when the blah feelings dissipated within seconds of my ejaculation. Of course a lot of parents would never dream of sending a girl to me one more time than necessary if the drug worked well enough to keep her healthy -- even if there were uncomfortable side effects. Others took a more liberal view. Yes, I was sexually abusing their daughters, but what did that mean exactly? There was no physical damage. It was being done for the girl's health, and with her parents' permission. Whatever psychological damage there might be from the first 30 sex acts, it wasn't clear that 10 more would make it any worse. Some felt that giving the girl the power of choice would be the best thing for her. She hadn't had any choice about starting the treatments, but she could control when she stopped -- and if she stopped. Some girls loved the group format, so we still arranged 5-hour blocs of sex with a dozen girls. However, as demand dropped the frequency dropped from ten sessions a week to just one. Other girls switched to brief private sessions. They got my full undivided attention but still got the rush from semen delivered deep in their vaginas. Some parents thought that was a good transitional step towards stopping, as we at least modeled the idea that sex was supposed to be an act between just two people. Another effect was that the price for my services dropped dramatically. Girls who couldn't afford private sessions before now could. Some who got by on one treatment every 30 days could now go back to one every 10 days and feel a lot better most of the time. For attractive girls, I made a special offer to align parental priorities with my desires: my fee covered once every ten days, but if the girls wanted, we could do it more often. Some girls didn't like feeling even a little bit bad, and preferred feeling good all the time to the little rush of feeling better -- but their parents might not want to pay for that extra treat. For a few girls, I did them every other day. Some girls just liked sex. They liked knowing how much I desired them, and they liked making me happy. They liked the good feelings in their genitals. For some it meant orgasm during intercourse. As my caseload dropped, I had more time to provide tender and leisurely oral sex, which meant orgasm to many more. A common element to all these cases was that the girls were already used to our sessions together. Over time these cases disappeared because the girls grew up. Originally doctors had noticed that the condition never affected a girl above the age of 10. As timed passed they discovered that the girls grew out of it by roughly the same age. Within 6 years of the drug's availability, almost all my 4-year-olds were all better. Around the same time a 100% effective drug came on the market. Word came from my angel that with no medical necessity, he could no longer protect me. We closed up shop completely just shy of 8 years after my first encounter with Katy. So what does a man do when he's gone through the changes I have? I started in my teens hating myself for being a pedophile, then adjusted to the idea that I could never in my life have sex with the little girls who were the only ones I really found attractive. At 52 I discovered with wonder that I not only could have sex with a girl, but sex with multiple girls, multiple times, and I was limited only by how often I could convince my body to ejaculate. That pace of activity dropped off sharply after two years but I still had sex with a little girl at least a couple times a week until age 60, when it stopped completely. My free time increased dramatically as soon as the first drug came on the market. I did some of the things any single wealthy man with simple tastes might do. I played golf, got season tickets to the Knicks and the Yankees, and gave money to charities. Then once my business stopped completely I took a trip around the world. END of Chapter 3 of 4 ============================================================ What did you think? I'm always eager for comments, whether positive, negative or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com.