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

Eighteen months after we closed up shop, Meredith contacted me to
report something very strange that had been a very hot topic in
the support group: Over a dozen girls had all become pregnant. Of
course teen pregnancy is a common enough occurrence, but the
coincidence here was astounding. As the families compared notes,
it seemed the due dates were all within a month of each other. A
bulletin went out to all the families of girls I had treated that
it would be wise to put them on some hormonal contraceptive. Then
a few families got genetic profiles of the fetuses and discovered
that they had the same father. I readily volunteered a sample and
they discovered that the father was me. It was surely remarkable
that semen injected lustily was treatment for an ailment, but it
was truly bizarre that I could manage delayed impregnation.

When the dust settled, I had 14 children. Somehow the semen I had
injected into these girls repeatedly and with great enthusiasm
had found a home higher up in the girl. At some instant in time,
some of those sperm became active and nature took its course.
Some of the girls hadn't reached puberty, and most girls were of
course not fertile at that particular moment. In other cases
there had been an abortion, either spontaneous or induced. But in
14 other cases, everything had gone right. That instant of sperm
activation was perhaps never repeated -- in any case no other
babies were conceived in such a strange manner. The mothers
ranged in age from 13 up to 19 when they gave birth, with most of
them on the older side, reflecting the fact that fertility is
higher later in the teen years.

I had a range of reactions. I felt bad for these girls who had
motherhood thrust upon them at such a young age. I was at least
in a position to offer child support well beyond the usual
guidelines so that those who wanted could afford childcare and
not disrupt their educational plans.

At another level this made me very happy. I had long ago resigned
myself to never having children. And now I had 14 of them! To
imagine that the sexual passion I had for small girls had had a
lasting effect. We all assumed that pedophilic desire was
reproductively barren, and now, in this one limited case, it
wasn't entirely true! And while I had long before made peace with
my attraction to young girls, that made me feel just a bit
better.

Most of the teen mothers decided they wanted their babies to know
their daddy, and I was delighted at the prospect.

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"Why, hello there! You must be Meghan."

"Yes, yes I am." She seemed a bit flustered. "And this is Isaac."
She thrust forward a portable car seat containing a rather sleepy
6-month-old baby.

"Why hello there, little guy," I said.

Isaac managed to smile and yawn in close succession.

"Come in, come in!" I said.

She put down the car seat on the living room floor and within
seconds he was asleep again.

I sat on the floor and studied him. Perfect little baby, flesh of
my flesh. But after a while I turned my attention back to Meghan.
She was all grown up, of course. Sexually mature, and as a mother
and a nursing mother no less, doubly and triply mature.

"You're looking good," she said.

"Thank you. I see you've grown up into a fine young woman."

"Please -- I'm still 15 years old and I still want to be a girl a
while longer."

"OK, a fine big girl." Suddenly I felt awkward. "That was quite
an, ahem, unusual friendship we had there for many years. I hope
it hasn't given you nightmares or anything."

She smiled and quickly looked down. "No, not at all. Some very
good memories, actually."

"Oh... that's nice. I have some good memories of you, too."

"Really? With so many of us?"

"Yes, really." The Meghan in front of me reminded me strongly of
the little girl Meghan, laid out for the taking. I'd probably
slid my cock into her a hundred times, and ejaculated in her
dozens. But it was her face and her personality I remembered --
not because she was all that unusual, but because that's what's
to me most memorable and precious about girls.

"I... I'm terrible."

"Oh, why? Given everything you went through, I think we could
forgive you just about anything."

"No, never mind..."

I sat looking at her with kind patience.

"Do you think... Would you still... Oh, silly me!"

How sweet! She wanted it again! My cock began growing. I had a
sly thought. "It's not so unusual for a girl to feel like having
sex with her baby's father," which got a big smile out of her.
"But there's a problem." She was a developed woman, not a little
girl.  "You knew I was a pedophile, right?"

"Oh... Oh, I guess you were. I hadn't thought about it much --
you were just a man who could make me feel good when I was
feeling awful and who kept me healthy."

"And I'm a pretty exclusive pedophile, meaning grown women aren't
my thing so much. I mean -- you're gorgeous and all, and I'm sure
you will have all the interest you want from boys and men --
maybe more than you want." She was quite attractive.

"Yeah," she said. "I guess I'm thankful you wanted me in that way
before, and it's no surprise you wouldn't want me now... But,
when I think of you there's this surge of passion when I remember
you coming in me -- how it felt fantastic. Then when puberty hit,
it's like it got amplified. When I'd feel those urges coming from
the inside, they'd all get projected onto you."

I wasn't terribly surprised. My assistants had reported in
passing that some of my former girls were trying to contact me,
including when it had been some time since I'd seen them last. I
wasn't tempted to find out more -- being caught arranging sex
without the permission of the girl's parents was a way my whole
operation could have been in serious jeopardy. Also, I had plenty
of little girls to keep me satisfied, and once my alumnae hit
puberty they wouldn't be so attractive anyway. One enterprising
14-year-old got a note to me directly by way of a friend's little
sister who was a client of mine. Her desire was so palpable that
it had been tempting. She'd included a picture that showed her
womanly figure, thinking that would make her more appealing, and
in that respect she'd missed the essence of my nature.

But here was Meghan, right in front of me, wanting me. I hadn't
had sex since my very last little client when my business closed
a couple years before.

It was my turn to hem and haw. "But... No, I'm terrible."

"What? No, tell me."

"I could never ask... You might find it demeaning..."

"What is it?" She suddenly began to smile, and I wondered if
she'd guessed.

"We could pretend you're a little girl... Blindfold me, for
starters. Would that make you feel awful?"

"No! Really? Would you do it?"

"Like now? Is Isaac going to stay asleep?"

"I think so... let's be quick."

"Do you have protection? I mean pregnancy?"

"You bet! I get shots." She gave a quick laugh. "I'm in danger of
having your baby whether we have sex or not!"

I went into the bedroom, stripped, and tied a T-shirt around my
face as a blindfold.

She had been busy too. "Hi, Jimmy," said a high-pitched voice.
"It's Meghan, your widdle girl. Can you put your thingie in me
and give me some medicine?"

This was promising! I followed the voice to the bed and crawled
up. I could feel her spread legs, and the skin of her inner
thighs was soft and girlish.

"Put it right here, right in my cunny pwace, and push, push,
push!" She guided me into her, and was probably holding herself
open with the other hand, as I was unaware of any pubic hair. All
I felt was warmth and wetness. Maybe she was a little looser than
she had been at age 9, but she was still very tight.

"Oh, baby," I said. "This is fantastic..." And it was, as in my
imagination I filled in around this lovely vagina and young
girl's voice the entirety of a little girl.

"How old are you, anyway?"

"Awmost four! Your pokies make me so happy down there. Poke,
poke, poke! If you wanna make a sweet widdle girl more happier, a
widdle deeper and faster!"

"Sure, my little sweety," I said.

"Just wike that, oooo, oooo, ooooo." She started panting. "Can
you make your peepee now, pweeze? Do your naughty boy thing up my
cunny?"

It was time, pleasure built, and then I ejaculated. With several
days since my last masturbation, I spewed several large spurts. I
gave a big groan of satisfaction.

"Aaaahhhhh!" she said. "Oooohhhhhh!"

I pulled out and lay beside her, and she lay gasping. "Oh, God,
feeling you come was so great! And to have a big teen-sized
orgasm too!"

"Can you be widdle just a widdle wonger?" I said.

"Oh, sorry! Tank you SO much! You wet me inside and made me feel
SO much better!" She covered my face with sloppy kisses. "I want
you to poke my widdle cunny and peepee in my panty parts every
day and every night!"

"Thanks," I said, smiling. "You're very good at that." Then I
took the blindfold off and saw someone who was definitely not a
little girl. But she was very happy, and I'd had a wonderful time
too.

She reached over to kiss me passionately, and I began wondering
what sort of future there was in this -- it was all very
complicated.

Just then Isaac started fussing. "Oh, dear," she said. "Reality
hits..."

"Say, I've got an idea. Could I go out there and try picking up
my son and seeing if I can keep him happy a while?"

"Would you? Oh, that would be fantastic!"

I quickly pulled on briefs and pants. Isaac was happy to be held
and curious about this new person. I cooed at him and he smiled
back. It was maybe ten minutes before he started fussing in
earnest. Meghan appeared, all dressed, though she proceeded to
pull up her shirt and open her bra for him to nurse.

On the whole it was a very pleasant visit.

Most girls came with their parents, and Meghan admitted
sheepishly that she'd talked them out of coming just so she'd
have a chance to go to bed with me. She'd also timed the visit to
Isaac's nap time.

We had one reprise a few months later, but then made a decision
to stop. Sex with me wasn't a resolution of her longstanding
desire -- it made it grow. And she saw the limitations of
becoming attached to a 60-something pedophile.

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My heart had skipped a beat when I learned that one of the
mothers was Katy.

Katy, my first girl, the most special of all girls. I'd treated
Katy every ten days. I had made love to her privately, just the
two of us, except on those few occasions early on when she was
helping another girl. She had kept seeing me for a few months
after the drug came on the market, but then Meredith had let me
know by email that Katy had decided herself that she had had
enough and was doing well with the drugs. I had given a gracious
reply, but I felt it as a far deeper loss than for any of the
others. I'd suggested to Meredith getting together socially, but
she had been evasive.

Katy had first come to see me with Meredith when her daughter
Alyssa was 3 months old. Katy had just turned 14.

While Meredith was friendly and warm, Katy seemed almost brusque.
She rarely made eye contact with me. She was totally in love with
her baby. She was obviously grateful to her mother, and treated
her with kindness. She was happy to see how delighted I was with
our small baby, but with me she was very distant. They came to
visit every week or two.

Then one day when Alyssa was 9 months old, I got a call from
Meredith saying that Katy had some feelings about me that were
troubling her. Meredith wanted to suggest to Katy that the two of
us just talk, but she didn't want to suggest it unless she knew I
would agree to it. I instantly agreed. She wasn't sure I'd want
to hear what Katy had to say, so she hoped I'd commit to being
kind and helpful. I instantly agreed to that too. Katy could rant
and rave and call me every name in the book for what I had done
to her when she was small -- apologizing would be easy, but I
would also listen for as long as it took and love her no matter
what.

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"Hi, come in Katy."

"Hi." The silence was very brief, but still awkward. I broke it.

"I just want to say that I'm really pretty nervous. Because I
don't know what you're going through, I can imagine it could be
really rough. I just want to say I'm really sorry things happened
the way they did, but I really care about you and I'll do
anything I can to help."

There, I'd said it.

"Thanks." We sat in the living room, side by side. I decided to
let her do the talking. The silence grew long, but still I
waited. "How much do you remember? Like our first time, and our
second, and with what's-her-name?"

"Every moment of those times is etched in my memory."

"What about later? All those other times?"

"I remember a lot of those too. Like the time you couldn't stop
sneezing. And the time you had a fever -- not SLGS, some other
bug -- and I was horrified, but you said you'd rather feel bad
just one way instead of two ways. And lots of other times too."

"Gosh, you remember a lot. I remember the sneezing one, but not
the one where I had a fever."

"You were pretty out of it."

"But I felt better once you, you know, did it?"

"Oh, yes."

She shifted in her seat. "I had a crush on you, you know. Silly
little crush. You were fucking every girl in town, but I still
had the crush. Pretty big crush, actually."

"I don't think a crush is silly. I think a crush is a really
powerful feeling, and people make fun of them when they
shouldn't."

"I really thought you cared for me, though. My mom said I
shouldn't think that way, that to you it was just medicine, or
just biology or something."

"Well, physically it felt wonderful, there's no doubt about that.
It felt great with all the girls. But there was a lot more than
that. Do you realize you were my first girl?"

"What, you were a virgin?"

"No -- I'd tried some things with grown women, just a few times.
Maybe you don't know much about what it's like to be a pedophile,
but it's kind of like being gay -- you want to see if you can be
normal -- you really, really want to. So I'd had sex, yes, but it
never really felt right. You were the first person I had sex with
where I really, really felt attracted. And I guess I had a pretty
big crush too."

"A crush on me?"

"Absolutely. You were gorgeous, and lively, and it almost broke
my heart how nice you were to Tracy. I definitely had a crush on
you as a person, not just you as a body."

"But then you did it to Tracy. And as my mom pointed out, you did
it to more girls -- tons and tons of girls."

"Yeah, I did. But you know, I felt guilty with Tracy, even. Like
I really wanted to be true to you. I'm not saying you were the
only one who attracted me -- there were a lot of really wonderful
little girls. A lot of them were just so I could treat them, and
I admit it felt good and satisfying physically. But you've got to
remember that I was doing it to keep the girls healthy -- even to
save their lives sometimes."

"So you really would have liked to be true to me, just your one
little Katy, and live happily ever after." She said it
sarcastically and laughed.

I didn't reply, and fought back tears briefly. She noticed and
looked. "What?"

"Well, you laugh, but that's pretty much true."

"You wanted to marry a 5-year-old?"

"Well -- yes! I'm not saying it could ever have worked out. It
wasn't realistic. But if you have some boy you have a crush on,
and you have a fantasy you would be true to each other forever
and live happily ever after -- that's exactly how I felt."

"And I was the one and only for you? The only girl in the world
you could truly love?"

"I'm not saying that. There were many others I could have loved
the same way -- and you'll maybe understand that being so very
intimate with them, over and over, made those feelings grow. If
you have a crush on a boy, do you really think he's the only one?
If you lived somewhere else you'd fall for another one. But the
point is that whichever one there is, you'd bond to him and him
alone. I would very happily have bonded with you -- and you would
have been my first choice."

After a pause, she changed the subject. "When I stopped seeing
you, that was hard. I didn't want to -- I really didn't want to."

"Oh. Your mom said it was your choice."

"Ha! Well, yeah, maybe. She kept talking to me about how it
wasn't good for girls to have sex like that, that I'd understand
when I was older, and so on. So I probably agreed at some point
-- I was only 7 years old."

"Oh. Hmmm. Well, your mother has a point. It's probably not great
for girls to have sex so young -- though it's a whole new world
here... But are you saying that you didn't really feel like
stopping with me?"

"No. Mom twisted my arm."

"I'll tell you, it really makes me happy to know that -- happier
than you'd believe."

"Really?" she said in a small voice. I nodded.

She seemed lost in thought, so after a while I tried to draw her
out. "But your mom said you've had some difficult feelings
lately? Maybe about being hurt and betrayed? Angry? Enraged? I've
noticed in our visits you seem to keep me at arm's length. And I
don't blame you for that at all. Why, I was such a cad I didn't
use protection and knocked you up."

She smiled weakly at that last. "I feel so stupid."

"I can't imagine I'd ever dream of calling you stupid."

"Well... I might get angry at times, but it's not because I feel
betrayed or anything. You just make my heart melt. So every time
we visit, I'm telling myself, 'No, no, don't go there!' So the
less I look at you the better." She became more heated. "So here
I am, 14 years old and madly in love with an old geezer
pedophile! I'm stupid because I think about being with you, and
it makes no sense at all. You'd croak and leave me a widow at 19
or something. And see how stupid I am, even thinking about
marriage? To anyone! I'm only 14! And worst of all, now that I'm
grown up and know what love is and how it works, you think I'm
butt ugly!"

My impulse was to enfold her in my arms, or else get down on my
knees and ask her to marry me.

"I don't think you're stupid at all --"

"A freak, then? A total wacko?" she shouted.

"Wait!" I said, with a little heat myself. "You were handed a
horrible disease when you were five years old. The cure was this
thing that society has frowned on and thought of as a terrible,
terrible crime. Your mommy got an old guy to fuck you, over and
over again. So maybe it affects you, all of that. Makes you
unusual and not fit into the usual categories. Gives you
different problems."

She calmed down some.

"I'm hesitant to mention this part, but... You're not the only
one... Other girls have had that same reaction of feeling
attached to me -- sometimes it starts at puberty, or at least
gets more intense then. Some of them tried to contact me, but the
agency blocked all that..."

"Oh, great, a whole bunch of us who you fucked up."

"But there was one other of the moms... She was attracted, and...
we did it."

Katy looked at me, and it was not a friendly look.

"I know, I know... She was the only one, and we did it twice and
decided not to ever do it again. And the reason is that it made
her more and more attached -- it wasn't a matter of getting it
out of her system."

"But you found her attractive?"

"It wasn't perfect, but she -- well, among other things, I could
still see the little girl in her, even though she was grown."

"Oh."

A sudden resolution came over me. I took a deep breath. "So, I
want you to know that I find you very, very attractive. You are a
small person, and thin, and your breasts are nice and small
again, now that you're not nursing any more. And you still have
that gorgeous face, and I can still see the girl you were, who I
adored so very much. And I'll never ever forget what you did for
Tracy, letting her watch us and making her feel comfortable and
all. And you are also the mother of my child."

Katy's demeanor had totally changed. She was surely mine for the
taking.

"However, I absolutely refuse to have sex with you. Because it
would just make it worse for you. And it might not be so good for
me either." I paused. "Unless we got married -- and along with it
being illegal, I am as you say an old geezer who is likely to
start failing in ten years or so, even if I hope and expect to
live quite a bit longer than that."

"But... but I love you!"

It was my turn to get heated. "I love you too, more than
anything, but I refuse to fuck up your life any more than it
already is!"

"But --"

"Go, go! Get out of here, and I'll see you and your mom and
Alyssa soon."

"But --"

"Go, before I rape you on the carpet!"

She got up then and headed to the door, but on the front steps
she turned with a smug smile. "You couldn't rape me if you wanted
to."

"I'm stronger than you might think."

"Nope, not that. I'm just way, way too willing."

"Go!"

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The next time Katy, Alyssa, and Meredith came over it was notably
awkward. The time after that, Meredith brought Alyssa and Katy
stayed home. The report was that she was sick and wanted to catch
up on sleep.

It felt very strange meeting Meredith on the same park bench for
a fourth time, ten years after the others.

"Hi, grandma," I said. She was more than 20 years younger than
me.

"Hi."

"So this must be important, that you want to meet this way."

"I think so."

"OK."

"Katy told me about your conversation a couple weeks ago."

"I figured she would. I'm sorry for what I've done to your
daughter."

"Thank you. I know what you mean, though let's keep in mind you
saved her life and did everything only after I twisted your arm."

"Yeah..."

"You two seem to be in love. Hell, you are in love. And I want to
apologize, by the way, for not understanding how a pedophile can
really truly love a little girl as a whole person -- I didn't get
that before."

"Thank you."

"One way out of this would be for you to never see any of us
again. It would work. But Alyssa deserves to know her daddy. We
could also muddle through somehow, like with just me and Alyssa
coming over."

"OK..."

"But, well, in a lot of societies girls are married off at age
13. She's already a mother. Marrying the father of her baby isn't
a terrible idea on the face of it."

I was speechless.

"It would have to be hush-hush, of course. And not a legal
marriage yet, but a commitment to each other."

"She's so young, she can't know what she wants."

"You have a point there. Would it be the end of the world if she
divorced you?"

"What, is she planning it already?"

"No, you silly man. I'm just being the practical, matchmaker mom
here. So, do you have other prospects? And suppose you die when
you're 80. She'll be 32 years old -- time enough to take a
different life path if she wants. And maybe you'd leave her some
of your money? To help with whatever comes next?"

I smiled. "That is a consideration high on the list of any
matchmaker."

"Katy brings plenty of passion and romance. She'd marry you for
love. She'd probably marry you if she knew you'd dump her next
month. I'm being practical. And trying to help you see how it's
not so bad for her."

I reflected briefly. "What do you think it will be like for her
knowing that I thought she was most attractive when she was 5 and
is already getting kind of old?"

"Most women have to deal with that when they're 40 and they know
their husbands thought they were super-hot at age 18."

"Yeah, but they don't like it."

"True. But see, Katy also knows that you were there for her when
she was 5, to relieve her pain. She knows now that it was only
because you found her so attractive then that you were able to
save her life. That's got to be worth a lot."

"Maybe."

"But before we go farther, there's an important thing... Can you
promise to be true to her? She mentioned the other girls who may
feel the same way she does."

"Sure, that's no problem. I'd love to be true to her. I hope
she'll be true to me too."

"Also, um, is there a problem with your abusing Alyssa some day?"

Inside I felt a little offended, but then realized that it was a
reasonable fear.

"No, not at all... But in terms of being true, I'm just thinking
of weird cases, though. Suppose there's some girl who shows up
where none of the medicines work and her life is in danger. Then
--" Suddenly the solution hit me. "I know, I'd promise not to do
anything without Katy's freely given permission."

"That sounds good. And maybe you'd give her some freedom too, for
instance if you became totally impotent."

"Yeah, fair enough." Silence. "When you add everything together
it's all very logical. But it's also crazy."

"I don't think so. "

More silence. "Life can take some crazy turns... And some of
these turns have been happy ones."

"You still have to ask Katy, of course. I can't promise
anything."

I smiled. "Here we are on this bench for the fourth time. And
once more you're begging me to get into your daughter's panties.
First, to do it to her at age 5, second, to do it rougher with
more animal lust, third, to abuse other girls too, and fourth, to
keep doing it to Katy forever -- and she's just 14."

She elbowed me in the ribs hard, but then joined me in laughter.

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The joy on Katy's face when I proposed to her was a wonder to
behold.

Yeah, she was eager to get laid -- over and over again. I was
happy to oblige. True, it wasn't physically the best sex of my
life, but it was plenty good. Katy was happy to pretend she was a
little girl. She knew just how a little girl might think about
sex because she had been a little girl thinking about sex and
having sex. And she could make herself more childlike than a real
child when she was using her imagination. What real 4-year-old
would whisper, "Wanna spit your spermy-wormies up my
cunny-wunny?" But how incredibly hot!

What I adored most was having Katy in my life, day in and day
out. Idealism, purity and energy arise anew in each generation,
and she had plenty, even with a year-old baby. There she was
snuggled against me at night, serving me breakfast, looking with
total adoration at our daughter, looking with warm smiles at me
looking with adoration at our daughter. Learning algebra and
history, learning about things that were new in the last fifteen
years that she thought had been there forever. She wasn't a
little girl any more, but the little girl was always there if you
knew what you were looking for. I noticed that she seemed more
girlish with me than with other people, and she admitted it was
true. And surely it is a good thing to act the way your partner
likes if it's within the range of what's comfortable for you.

I still kept my own place for a variety of reasons. Now and then
I wanted to get away from so much youthful enthusiasm and have a
quiet afternoon. Other times I invited in the youthful enthusiasm
of my other children and their mothers. Twice I had to turn down
entreaties from other mothers for my sexual attention. But I
spent almost every night at Meredith and Katy's house, with my
love Katy sleeping by my side.

A year passed, and Katy wanted to have another child. Although
ordinarily everyone would think she was still shockingly young to
become a mother, she wanted Alyssa to have a brother or sister
close enough in age that they could really be siblings to each
other. And while a biological clock was the last thing on her
mind, I had one -- of mortality, if nothing else.

But a year of trying produced no results. We were evaluated
independently for possible fertility issues and both passed with
flying colors. My sperm count and motility were still very good.

Alyssa was a joy in every respect. There was some chance that a
child conceived from sperm lurking in a mother for years would be
abnormal in some way, but no problems were ever detected. She was
almost as pretty as Katy had been, and just as independent,
impish, smart, sweet and kind. I enjoyed visiting with my other
children, but it was Alyssa who knew me day in and day out as her
daddy.

She was not quite 4 when she was diagnosed with SLGS. It was by
then a routine childhood ailment, if a rare one. She was
prescribed the effective drug and was basically well. She never
had another attack, but we noticed she was more cranky and
irritable than she'd been before.

Katy and I wondered if she might be truly happy and well if she
was treated the way Katy had been at that age. But while for me
it was idle speculation, for Katy it was a serious idea.

Meredith and I tried to help her see that it would never work.
Her childhood 'treatments' had been truly extraordinary, required
by desperate circumstances. But except in that very special case,
no one wanted little girls to have sex. Then there was the
question of what man might be found. Katy also didn't want to
recruit some other man. She readily agreed it would be difficult
and pose serious risks of detection, but it was also clear she
just didn't like the idea. She wanted me to do it. Meredith and I
pointed out how little girls have whole layers of extra problems
if it's their daddies who abuse them.

Katy is strong-willed, however. I didn't know what she was up to
until one day Alyssa reported with bright eyes some secret
naughty play she had done with her mommy. When I confronted Katy,
she fessed up. Like all girls with her condition, Alyssa's vulva
and vagina were more developed than usual. Katy introduced her
daughter to dildos and taught her how to use them. She reported
that she had fished my ejaculation out of her own pussy more than
once and slathered it all over the tip of Alyssa's dildo and
encouraged her to push it in and out fast and hard, hoping in
vain that it would treat her. It also made sense of her
insistence on a couple occasions of giving me hand jobs and
carefully gathering the spurts uncontaminated by her fluids. None
of it had helped Alyssa's mood, however.

It was hard for me to say no to Katy, and she led me step by step
into dangerous waters. She thought bodies were natural and no
cause for shame, so it made sense if Alyssa and I saw each other
naked. But she also thought Alyssa ought to see what an erect
penis looked like. One morning I woke to find that Katy was
holding Alyssa and pointing to my morning wood. If Alyssa hadn't
giggled I might never have known.

One day Alyssa told me that mommy thought I ought to stick my
penis in her vagina, and that sounded like fun to her. She'd
watched the movie her mommy had made of me sticking my penis into
mommy's vagina and thought it looked like fun.

I tried to have it out with Katy, to put my foot down and say
that she was out of line. But Katy is young and strong-willed,
while I am old and have less backbone. I had to admit, it made
sense from her point of view. Her childhood had involved periodic
pokings up the pussy by a big penis, and they had made her feel
wonderful when she had been feeling bad. She thought her daughter
deserved the same, and if I wasn't willing to do that, I wasn't a
very loving father or a very loving husband.

Katy had already taken risks. If Alyssa reported her secret play
with her mommy to people outside the family, she could get us
investigated, and actually getting poked up the pussy by her
daddy might not increase the risk of her spilling the beans very
much. Katy had already shown her a video of sex between her
parents, and told Alyssa what she hoped I'd do. She'd gotten her
daughter to mimic sex with a dildo, and she'd even seen to it
that my semen had been swimming around the depths of her pussy.
Who knew what psychological damage any of that might cause? Many
risks had already been taken. But what Alyssa hadn't had was the
opportunity for the benefit -- for being treated properly and
feeling really good instead of mildly cruddy all the time.

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Alyssa lay in the middle of the master bed on her back, wearing
nothing but a pink dress. Katy sat beside her, wearing a white
summer nightgown. I approached, wearing nothing but a pair of
boxer shorts. It was 8:00 on a Saturday night.

"Hi, daddy! Can I see your thingie? I wanna see how hard it is."

Reluctantly I pulled the boxers down. It wasn't terribly hard.

Katy said, "Alyssa, if you want to see it get really hard, pull
your dress up and show him what's up there."

Alyssa grinned at her mother and slowly lifted the hem of her
dress, watching my eyes as her slit came into view.

Katy said, "You know what to do next, remember?"

Alyssa nodded at her and then looked back at me with a grin. She
spread her legs wide apart and wiggled her hips.

"Wow, it's like magic!" she said. "It got stiff so fast! Mommy
says that means you'd like to stick it in me. Would you?"

"Oh, Alyssa," I said. "Are you absolutely, totally sure you want
me to do this?"

"Yeah! Mommy says it's fun and she did it when she was my age."

I hadn't been entirely sure I'd find my daughter sexy when it
came right down to it. I'd been looking at her naked body ever
since she was a baby and hadn't been particularly aroused by it.
It had occasionally flashed into my mind when I was making love
to Katy, but not when I was with Alyssa. But now when the moment
arrived, it was a very exciting prospect. There was no trace of
fear in Alyssa's eyes like there had been in Katy's so many years
before. And there was Katy, my wife, urging me on as she had been
all along.

I lowered myself into position. Katy reached in to help but I
waved her off. I held little Alyssa open and aimed my cock.

"Here goes, honey..." I said softly, locking eyes with my little
daughter.

And in I pressed. In and in I went.

Alyssa just grinned.

I'd penetrated more little girl pussies than any man in history,
so maybe I wasn't just imagining that there was a family
resemblance between Alyssa's now and the indelible memory of
Katy's the first time I'd entered it.

I rowed back and forth gently. I wanted to be sweet with my
little daughter, but Katy spoke. "Like you mean it, remember?"

"Yeah," I sighed. I didn't have the patience to get Alyssa's
dress off, but I forced my hands up underneath, to play with her
skin of sides and stomach. Down below I started ramming into her
with abandon.

"Oh, Alyssa," I said, lowering myself onto her and staring into
her face from inches away. "You're so sexy, I want to eat every
inch of you up!"

She laughed as I took first her cheek, then her ear, then her lip
between my teeth. I then pressed my mouth against hers and kissed
her hard. To my surprise she reached around behind my back and
squeezed hard, pressing our chests together. Down below I was
thrusting in and out at great speed, jamming my cock in to the
hilt each time.

"What's daddy doing to you, Alyssa?" said Katy softly.

"Daddy's fucking me! You're fucking me, daddy!"

"Is it OK?" I asked, concerned, raising myself up to look down at
her.

"It's great!" said Alyssa, hugging me. She rested her heels on my
lower back.
"You're everywhere at once, all over inside and outside and it's
great!"

"Unnnh, unnnh, unnnh," I rumbled. I reached out to find my
daughter's hands and interlocked fingers, lowering myself onto
her again.

"Make messy daddy pee up in my girly hole!"

I turned my sweaty head to the side. "Did you teach her that?"

Katy grinned sheepishly. "Go for it! Do it to her hard! Give her
everything!"

Alyssa grinned at Katy, "You're right, daddy pussy poking is cozy
and crazy and wild and great!"

Katy leaned over and nibbled my ear while her other hand stroked
my butt, which was contorting at record pace as it drove my cock
in and out of my little girl. "Give it to her -- for both of us!"
she whispered.

"Oooohhhhhh, aaarrrrrrgggghhhhhh!" I shouted as I passed the
point of no return. Pure pleasure flooded every inch of my skin,
and I drove in deeper than ever as my first spurt flooded
Alyssa's innards, but I kept driving in and out as the other
spurts followed the first. On and on I kept thrusting after my
cock stopped spitting, just loving the moment and never wanting
it to end.

"Hey, hey!" shouted Alyssa, struggling beneath me.

At once I stopped and slid out.

Alyssa struggled upright to a sitting position. The look of
wonder on her face was one I'll never forget. "I feel good! Wow,
so good!" She leapt to standing and bounced up and down on the
bed, quickly getting herself out of the pink dress that was
wrapped around her awkwardly. She then jumped off the bed and ran
around the room.

Katy and I looked at each other and grinned. We then shared a
tender kiss -- or as tender as we could manage with a manic
little 4-year-old babbling at us.

Alyssa talked and bounced nonstop for an hour, but her enthusiasm
also wore her out. Rather suddenly she sagged and started
yawning. Katy took her to the bathroom for a pee and quick clean
up, and then I came in for a quick goodnight kiss. She flashed me
a big smile before falling fast asleep.

When Katy and I were alone in the master bed once more, we held
each other tenderly. She cried softly for a while, then pulled
back to smile at me.

"Now, *that's* what a little girl is supposed to get! That's what
makes life complete!"

I didn't argue with her. It was hard to find any hint in the
evening's activities of anything Alyssa had been less than
thrilled with.

"But you know the best part?" she said. "I didn't expect it,
but... I could see it in your eyes, feel it in your every
muscle... That's what sex is really supposed to be like for
*you*, right? That's what really feels best!"

"Well, I don't know, I suppose--"

"Shhh. It is. I'm so glad to see you look like that. That's what
I remember seeing when I was a little girl on my back like Alyssa
was tonight, getting pounded so hard and lovingly. I'm so glad to
be able to see *you* looking like that again. You deserve it."

I thought of many objections but decided to keep quiet.

"What about you?" I said. "When do you get what you deserve?"

She reached down to find my cock hard and getting harder rapidly.
She smiled and turned onto her back, spreading her legs and
inviting me in. She closed her eyes. As my cock entered her I
could almost feel her pleasure.

"Now little girl, it's time for your medicine!" I said in my best
grown-up voice.

"Ooooooohhhh!" she cried, her orgasm clutching me rhythmically
while her limbs twitched.

It took me several seconds to catch up, but I was soon in a daze
of pleasure as well as I pulsed medicinal drops into my dear
little Katy.

Alyssa wanted it again first thing in the morning. She was
disappointed that she didn't feel super-fantastic again when I
gave her my magic pee, but she still liked it. After a few days
the novelty wore off, and competing for her attention were all
the million other things she wanted to do now she was feeling
wonderful instead of cruddy. But she was very happy to get it
every five days, when she could feel that little extra lift when
the next injection came.

When Meredith saw how much happier Alyssa was, she smiled
knowingly. She said she'd been thinking of asking to meet her in
the park but was glad that hadn't been necessary.

Katy got pregnant almost immediately. By way of explanation, she
reported that Alyssa happily fished goop out of her pussy every
time during "clean up" and that Katy then squirted it way up in
herself with a turkey baster. Maybe my body only gets serious
about reproduction when it's squirting into a little girl.

Sebastian was born when Alyssa was 5. He's not quite a year old,
but Katy is pregnant again. It's going to be another girl.

It's hard to know what the future is going to bring, but for the
moment we are a very happy family.

END of Chapter 4, end of story

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