Author: Sterling
Title: Vaccinating Little Girls
Summary: A great boon has been discovered: a vaccine to protect
females from all the varieties of 'female trouble'! Of course,
there is a catch: the vaccine has to be administered before the
age of six, vaginally, by a penis. Now and then, as a side
effect, it makes little ones crave the same thing from their
daddies. Kate wants it badly, and when her daddy finally makes
himself try, he feels completely fulfilled and loves his daughter
more than ever.
Codes: Mg het cons pedo lolita ScFi humor

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 4/11/2012.

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Vaccinating Little Girls

"There you go, sweet little Kate, hop right up here," said the
friendly nurse.

"Good girl... Now, pull your panties down to your ankles...
that's good. Legs apart... Good! Now I'm going to pull your
private parts a little bit open, OK? Just enough to get this
little blunt thing right at your special little opening...  Good
girl."

The "needle" of the syringe was about the diameter of a crayon,
and the nurse deftly inserted it half a inch inside the little
girl's vagina, then pressed the plunger, filling her junior hole
with about a teaspoon of creamy stuff.

"There you go, that's all for today!" Turning to her mother, she
added, "It will leak back out onto her panties; that's perfectly
normal. And it comes out in the wash. She may feel a little warm
down there, and may have a desire to explore. That's perfectly
natural. It might feel good to her, too, and whatever she does is
fine."

"OK," said Kate's mother Meghan, a little uneasy.

"Then she can come back between two and seven days from now for
the actual vaccination."

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"Daddy, I feel warm down between my legs where the doctor put the
stuff."

"Oh, um, maybe you should ask your mommy about that," said her
daddy Paul.

"Why mommy?"

"She's the one who took you to the doctor, so she'll know about
it."

Kate hesitated.

He raised his voice, "Meghan!"

"What is it?" came the voice from the other end of the house.

"Kate wants to ask you something." Turning to his daughter, he
said, "Go see mommy."

He sighed with relief as he watched his daughter hurry away to
her mother.

"Mommy, I feel warm between my legs where the nurse put the
stuff."

"Oh, hmmm, right. Um, that's fine. Does it hurt?"

"No, but I want to touch it."

"Oh, um, go ahead, the doctor said there's no harm in that."

Kate started to pull her panties down.

"Not here... Go to your room first and shut the door."

"Oh, OK."  The little girl disappeared into her room, but didn't
shut the door.

A couple minutes later, her mother heard her call, "Mommy,
mommy!"

"What is it, dear?"

"It feels really good down there.  It's warm, and it's a little
wet too. And I think I found the place the nurse put the stuff."

"Oh, ummm. Gee, hmmm, that's nice."

"Can you come look?"

Her mother hesitated, but knew she ought to answer any questions
her daughter had about her body.

Kate lay back on the bed, dress scrunched up around her waist,
panties down around her ankles and her legs spread wide.

"See, mommy?" she said.

She was holding open her little feminine lips. Meghan could see
they were engorged. Wet glistened from inside.

"This is the hole I mean," said Kate, and sank her middle finger
all the way up inside her vagina. "Is that OK?"

"That's just fine, sweetie," said her mother, uneasy. She doubted
she'd have been able to poke her own finger so far into herself
at that age. She didn't remember ever wanting to try. Well,
that's what the creamy treatment was for, of course.

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"Oh, hi, Kate, my name is Mrs. Dubois, I'm the vaccination nurse.
I see you wore a lovely little dress -- you're such a beautiful
girl."

Kate smiled shyly.

"So now you pull your panties off before you go into the other
room, and I'll keep them for you... Good. And let your dress fall
back down... That's right. Now here are the rules, Kate. You
forget everything anyone taught you about good touch and bad
touch. There's a man in the other room, and his name is Mr.
Smith. He doesn't have any clothes on! None at all! You know
about what boys have between their legs, right?"

Kate nodded.

"Well, his is really big because he's a grown man, and it's even
bigger now that he's giving vaccinations. But you'll find it
exciting. You should let him touch you anywhere he wants, and
don't worry if it seems private. You can watch and see what the
other girls do. OK, off you go!"

The nurse opened the door, and when Kate hesitated, she gave her
a friendly push on the butt to send her in.

There were a couple beds in the room, kind of like a motel room.
A half dozen little girls were sitting and lying on the beds, and
there was Mr. Smith, just getting up from lying on top of one of
the other little girls.

"Did you vaccinate me, Mr. Smith?" the girl asked.

"Not yet, Sammy, not quite yet. But did the warm-up feel good?"

"Yeah, really good!"

"Good."

Mr. Smith turned and noticed Kate standing by the door. "And who
is the new girl?" he asked, walking over. He was holding his
thingie, and when he let go of it, Kate saw it was huge, long and
stiff.

"You mind if I give you a hug and some kisses?" he asked.

Kate didn't mind. There was something about that big thingie she
really liked; it made her feel almost hungry.

Mr. Smith knelt in front of her and gave her a gentle hug, which
he held for a while, with an "Mmmmm" sound. Then he turned his
head and sniffed her hair and her neck before opening up the hug.
He kissed her cheeks, then her eyes and nibbled her ears, making
Kate giggle.

"You mind?" he said in a kindly voice.

Kate shook her head. She liked it. Next he moved his hands all
over her back and arms, curved a hand around her butt below, then
after removing it, he moved both hands up her calves to her
knees, then slowly slid higher, on the inside of her thighs,
right up to that place where she was warm.

"Hold you dress up sweetie -- if you don't mind," he said.

Kate was happy to do it. The other girls were watching. Half of
them weren't being modest at all; she could see their little
private parts.

"Now, I'm going to kiss you in the warm place, OK?" he said, and
she nodded.

He gently moved her foot out so her legs were apart a little,
then ducked down with his head. He buried his nose right at her
private place and took a deep breath, then spread her little hot
lips apart -- and put his tongue on her!

She giggled. He'd found that spot that felt so good, and now it
felt way better as he licked away at it. Then he eased his finger
up into the hole she'd been poking into. His finger was much
bigger than hers, but it fit just fine too. He shoved it in and
out a few times. It all felt really nice.

"Oh, I think you'll be ready to vaccinate soon," he said with a
grin. "Let me show you how it's done on one of the other girls."
He turned. "Who wants it?"

"Me! Me! Me!" said three girls, baring their little private parts
for him, wiggling their hips back and forth.

"You!" he said, picking one, and she gave a big smile and lay
back. Then as Kate watched, he lowered his body onto the young
girl, lining up his big stiff thingie with her private parts. The
girl spread her girl lips apart, and Mr. Smith's blunt tip nudged
right against her, right up between her legs! Then it began
disappearing right up her opening! His thing was huge, but the
girl didn't cry, and it kept going in and in until she couldn't
see any more. Kate felt a flush of heat between her own legs.

"Goody, goody, goody!" said the girl.

Then Mr. Smith began moving his hips and rear end over and over
-- he must be pumping his thingie in and out of the little girl!
But both of them were smiling. A couple of the other girls put
their hands between their legs and started rubbing, and Kate felt
the urge but was still a little shy.

After a minute, the little girl squeaked and wiggled under the
man, and after a moment, he smiled at her as he extracted his
impossibly long weewee from between her legs and got up, then
leaned down to kiss her.

"Did you have a nice little happy spell, Molly?"

The girl nodded enthusiastically. "Did you vaccinate me?"

"No, not quite yet. I'll get to you -- don't worry. Your turn,
now Kate. My, you are a pretty girl!"

She lay back on the other bed just as Molly had, and was both
thrilled and scared to see the man descending onto her, poking
his slick, huge penis between her legs.

"Isn't it going to hurt?" she asked.

He laughed. "Probably not -- that's what that little squirt up
into your vagina was for the other day. But I'll go slowly, and
if it hurts at all, just tell me, OK?"

"OK," Kate answered in a tiny voice, but she felt really scared.

Mr. Smith noticed. "Girls, why don't you tell Kate here. Did it
hurt you the first time I stuck it in you?"

Kate heard "No" and "Nhhh-unnh" and saw heads shaking. She felt a
little better.

So the man settled down on her, pinning her legs with his weight,
and she felt his big fat thingie poke in. It was huge, almost
like he had a third arm or third leg. But her special wet place
opened up more and more and more, and then his thingie started
filling her up. And it felt really good.

She gasped, and a couple girls giggled.

In and in his huge man thing went, stuffing her little body. When
she felt as stuffed as she could possibly be, he paused and
looked at her with a kind smile.

She was scared, but she trusted him. He started back and forth.

The motion felt fantastic, and Kate began whimpering. In and out
the man moved, faster and faster, with his huge organ up in the
private hole between her legs that was all warm and wet. And the
faster his thingie moved, the better it felt. Suddenly a wave of
ecstasy rose up and broke over her. She moaned and thrashed as
the man's prong kept pushing in and out.

"Oh, my," he panted. "You are so beautiful, and so sexy, and you
come so easy -- I think I've got to vaccinate you right now!" he
said.

More and more urgently he pumped, his face scrunching up. His
super-thingie got even bigger inside her. Suddenly he shoved into
her deeper than ever, pushing her up on the bed a little, and
groaned. He held himself still, and he sure looked happy. She
felt a warm surge up inside her. Was he peeing in her?

"That was fantastic, Kate!" he said, still breathing heavily, his
thingie still stuck way up inside her. "Now you've vaccinated."

"You -- peed stuff in me?" she said, thrilled and a little
horrified.

"Oh, it's much better than pee. It's vaccine! Did it feel better
than getting a shot in your arm?"

Kate nodded enthusiastically.

As he pulled away and flopped onto his back, his big thingie
sprang out of her. Two girls came up to wipe little blobs of
stuff off of it and stuff their fingers up between their legs.

In answer to Kate's curious look, he said, "The vaccine shot out
the end of my penis. Most of it stayed up inside your vagina, but
girls like getting extra little bits of vaccine too."

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"Wanted -- single men aged 21 to 35. Take a simple blood test. If
you qualify, pleasant and lucrative career awaits."

Victor Smith was unemployed, and they were going to pay for the
blood test. It was worth a shot.

When they called him back, he was surprised.

"Only one man in a hundred qualifies, but you're one of the lucky
few!" they said. "Come in and we'll do one more test."

He went to a special unit inside the hospital and was surprised
to find out what the extra test was. A male technician said, "Let
me strap this thing over your penis. It tells us how turned on
you are, and then we show you a bunch of pictures."

So Victor let them stick this thing over his dick and watched the
pictures. Some sexy ladies, a few men that turned him off, fat
ladies, skinny ones -- and even, he swore -- pictures of little
girls! Then more of them. He thought that was illegal, but they
were a well known hospital, so it must be OK.

When the tests were over and he was dressed, the assistant led
him into an office with "Dr. Edith Boring" on the nameplate.

She looked to be in her 60s with a stout figure and short gray
hair. "Sit, sit," she said, as the technician closed the door,
leaving the two of them alone.

"So, Mr. Smith," she said, with a smile. "You qualify.
Congratulations."

"Uh, OK."

"Now the question is whether you want the job. First, some
background." She tapped her fingers on the desk. "There are a
variety of ailments that females get over the course of their
lifetimes. At the serious end of the spectrum are of course
ovarian, cervical, uterine and breast cancer. There are vaginal
yeast infections and urinary-tract infections. At menopause,
there are hot flashes and reduced lubrication for sex and loss of
libido. Associated with pregnancy there's morning sickness and
risk for ectopic pregnancy, miscarriage, placenta previa,
gestational diabetes... There's infertility. And teen girls have
usually unpleasant and sometimes debilitating menstrual cramps.
Those are some of the common female woes."

Victor was reminded of why it was nice to be a man.

"Anyway, the good news is we've found a vaccine that solves all
of these problems for women! They never get cancers or
infections. They can't contract any of the STIs either! No bad
cramps. Short, regular periods. They take a single pill at
puberty that serves as a 100% contraceptive. Then if they want to
get pregnant they take another pill that keeps them fertile.
We've got it all planned out so they never enter menopause unless
they want to -- by taking another pill. If they change their
minds, they'll take yet another and go back to having periods."

"Uh, cool," said Victor. "Is there anything to help with men's
problems?"

"Alas, no," said Dr. Boring with a sly smile. "Only females... So
anyway, how is this vaccine produced, you may ask?"

It hadn't actually occurred to Victor to wonder about that, but
what the heck.

"It is made in the prostate glands of certain men, when they
themselves are given an oral vaccine. You are one of the few men
whose biochemistry is right for this. The vaccine is released in
semen during ejaculation; in essence, the semen *is* the
vaccine."

So it looked like he'd be jerking off into little plastic cups.

"Then there is how the vaccine is administered." Dr. Boring
leaned back.

"You see, it only works if administered before the age of six.
And, as is fitting for a vaccine that solves female problems, it
can only be delivered through the vagina."

Wow, that was weird.

Dr. Boring became animated. "What's more, it can't be delivered
by syringe. Or rather, not by any artificial syringe. It can only
be delivered by nature's first, 100% natural syringe -- the erect
male penis in the act of procreation!" The doctor rubbed her
hands together with glee. "Yes, the only way to protect women
from a lifetime of female woes is for the right man to fuck them
as little girls, deep and tight, and ejaculate deep in their
vaginas!" Suddenly she looked a little embarrassed and tried to
regain her professional demeanor.

"So, you see, the pictures we were most interested in were the
little girls. The tests seem to show that -- whatever you may
think yourself -- you have the potential to become sexually
aroused by young girls, to be able to perform the sex act with
them and save them from a lifetime of female misery!"

This was very strange. "Um, how can you -- I mean, a man -- fit a
penis into a little girl like that? Without, like, hurting her
really bad?"

"Well, Mr. Smith, you're the one who has to worry about shoving
the penis in, not me, heh, heh, heh --" Once again she forced
herself back into a professional demeanor. "But, yes! We've got
that solved. It's a simple mixture of drugs: female hormones,
tissue relaxants, vasodilators, pro-lubricating agents. Yes, it
does the trick quite nicely. Administer it at least 48 hours
before the scheduled vaccination, and the girls find it a
not-at-all-uncomfortable experience."

"And, um, what do they think about this?"

"Well," said the doctor, smiling again. "One effect of the
hormones is to make them entirely amenable to the procedure. They
often ask if they can get another dose. And as the success rate
with an individual dose is only around 90%, repeated doses are
sometimes necessary if the test shows the vaccination didn't
take."

"Huh," he said, confused.

"And then there's the pay. Two hundred dollars per vaccination.
Most men can manage at least two a day."
That settled it. He was definitely going to try his hand at this
career!

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For his first time, they put him together with a gorgeous,
enthusiastic girl who needed a second dose. Victor had never
thought of little girls that way before, but he found himself
getting plenty hard looking at the little girl and thinking about
what was under her dress. It helped that she smiled and wriggled
around as she saw his organ stiffening. She then lay back and
exposed herself. The idea that this would help her avoid a
lifetime of female problems, that her parents wanted it, and that
he was earning $200 for it -- they all combined to make him very
stiff and eager. The fact the little girl was eager for his
intrusion and excited every step of the way helped a lot. She had
an orgasm quickly, and he followed shortly.

Victor developed a craving for young pussy, a craving society was
entirely willing to encourage. He remodeled his house slightly to
create a "sleep lab" and waiting area. He took two little girls
to bed every night, and often fell asleep with his head between a
girl's legs, breathing in her scent all night long, where it
stimulated his prostate to produce vaccine faster. During the day
he took girls a half dozen at a time. He sniffed and licked every
part of a girl that struck his fancy, stuck his fingers into
young pussies when his cock was soft or busy fucking away in
another. He averaged four actual vaccinations a day.

The demand for his services was high; when he started, only about
10% of girls could find a man to vaccinate them in a timely
fashion. He could choose which girls to do it to based on brief
videos. Parents got anxious as their girls neared their sixth
birthday. Would they get that wildly beneficial vaccine in time,
or would they be doomed to suffer the range of maladies their
mothers lived with?

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"Can't I get vaccinated again, mommy -- please?" whined
six-year-old Kate.

Her mother Meghan replied. "No, honey, we've been over this. You
were very lucky that Mr. Smith chose you to vaccinate in the
first place. And since your vaccine didn't take the first time,
you were even luckier that he agreed to vaccinate you again. And
now your vaccine has "taken" and you're going to grow up to be a
big girl and a woman without any female problems! Lucky you!"

"But I *liked* getting vaccinated."

"Well, that's nice, dear, but some things are like special treats
and we can only have them once in life."

" Sally said she begged her daddy and he vaccinated her again."

"Oh."

"Do you think daddy would vaccinate me?"

"I doubt it very much, honey."

"Why not?"

"Well, until this vaccine was invented, girls didn't like to get
vaccinated -- I mean, to have men do that thing that vaccinates
them."

"You mean fuck them? Men didn't fuck girls?"

"No! And that's not a very polite word for it."

Kate shrugged.

"No, it was a bad crime. Girls didn't like it, and it hurt them
if a bad man did it to them."

"Why did it hurt? It didn't hurt me or any of my friends."

"It's because of that little bunch of goop the nurse gave you."

"With the little needly thing, in our cunts?"

Her mother sighed, deciding not to fight terminology battles.
"Yes."

"But we all thought getting fucked was OK. And a couple of us,
like Sally and me, want to get it more. So why wouldn't daddy do
it to me?"

"Most men just don't want to do it to little girls. They just do
it with grown women who they really love."

"Like when they're trying to knock up their wives?"

"Uh, yeah, that's the basic idea."

"So Daddy wouldn't want to do it to me?"

"No, I doubt he would."

"But he loves me, right?" asked Kate with a solemn expression.

"Yes, he loves you very much, but it's not something a man can
just do. He has to feel something special deep inside or else his
penis doesn't get hard."

"And daddy doesn't feel something special for me?"

"Not that kind of special. It's a special special."

"But does daddy like to do it with you? Does he feel special with
you?"

"Umm, yes he does, sometimes."

"Do you like it? Do you have happy feelings?"

"Um, I don't know how much of the details I want to talk about,
but yes, sometimes."

"Oh. You're lucky," she said sadly. "Do you think Sally's dad
might be willing to do it to me?"

"Sally's dad! No! Out of the question!"

"Why not? He likes Sally. Don't you think he might like me too?"

"Um, it's not that, it's just... Oh, I don't know, Kate, you've
got me all mixed up. Run along now and let me think about all
this. It's very confusing."

"OK, mommy, but I want to get fucked. I want to find a way to get
a big juicy vaccination up my cunt again." She turned and skipped
away.

Meghan shook her head. The vaccine might prevent women's
problems, but it did absolutely nothing for prolonging the
innocence of girlhood.

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"That's one," said Paul, Kate's daddy.

"What did I do, daddy?"

"Kate, I've told you over and over, keep your hands off of my
trousers."

"But why, daddy? Does it hurt?"

"No, but you still can't do it. I don't want to talk about it any
more."

"I know your penis gets hard sometimes. Mommy said you might not
feel that special something that makes it get hard, but you do
sometimes, right?" She felt very sorry for herself, all at once.
"Why can't you stick it up my cunny hole and make me happy?
Please?"

"Stop whining!"

Kate moderated her voice. "You'd feel good too, you know. Mr.
Smith always feels really good when he vaccinates a girl."

"Kate, we've talked about this over and over again. Now no more
on the subject, OK?"

"But daddy --"

"That's two."

"Daddy! I'm just talking to you."

"But sometimes it's time to stop talking. And I've made it very
clear that's not something I want to talk about any more."

Kate shut her mouth. After a brief hesitation, she climbed up on
the armchair and sat in her daddy's lap, cuddled against his
chest. Then she began a slow rocking motion, back and forth,
rubbing her bottom against her daddy.

"Kate!"

"What? I like rocking."

"Stop!"

She stopped, but after a moment, Kate's hand glided down and
rested lightly on her daddy's crotch.

"That's three!" he shouted. "In your room. Ten-minute time-out."

With nothing left to lose, Kate felt the front of her daddy's
pants.

"See, daddy, I knew it got hard that way!  It's hard because of
*me*! When it's hard like that it can stick in me just fine! I
can show you!"

"Go! Or it's twenty minutes."

Kate got up in a huff and walked out.

"Sally's daddy loves *her*!" she blurted out on the way. She
slammed her bedroom door behind her but then slid down to the
floor, leaning against it, landing on her butt, knees up in the
air, arms wrapped around them. Her sniffles turned to sobs.

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"Thanks for coming in."

The school guidance counselor, Mrs. Strong, spoke to Kate's
parents Meghan and Paul.

"First, let's review the situation. Until last October, Kate was
well adjusted. She did well in her schoolwork, got along with all
the other kids, and her behavior was excellent. You've reported
to me that her behavior was within the normal range at home.
Starting in November, her behavior at home deteriorated,
according to your report. At school, her grades dropped, she
stays away from the other kids for the most part, and they don't
want much to do with her either. She's rude at times. That brings
us up to this latest incident the day before yesterday."

Meghan and Paul looked at her expectantly.

"She used her status as a first-grader to convince a reluctant
kindergarten boy to pull his pants down so they could play doctor
in the corner of the schoolyard."

The two parents looked down and shook their heads.

"As you know, the precipitating event seemed to be her pair of
vaccinations. After the second one, she expressed a desire to
receive more treatments, and it became a source of conflict in
your home."

The parents nodded.

"That's the way things are. Now let's talk about what to do about
it.

"Any time there's a new medical procedure, we face a confusing
situation at first. But by now tens of thousands of girls have
received this vaccine, of course, and some preliminary results
are in.

"It seems that as a relatively rare side effect of the
vaccination, some girls develop a strong interest in sex. In the
past, we would have said 'unhealthy' or 'pathological', but
recent findings question that. Some of the girls who developed
this strong interest in intercourse succeeded in convincing men
to keep, um, fulfilling their desires. It appears that they are
quite well adjusted. And the data's even more convincing than
that. Girls who got satisfaction of their desires for several
months and then lost the opportunity usually began to deteriorate
rapidly in mood and behavior. Of greater hope and relevance to
your situation, girls who struggled for months improved rapidly
if they were allowed to fulfill their desires."

The parents looked at her, their expression hard to read. "Do
you... Do you have men to recommend?" asked Meghan.

Mrs. Strong hesitated briefly. "I believe you said she
specifically wanted you to do it to her?" she continued, looking
at Paul.

He nodded briefly.

"When a girl wants her daddy, it appears very helpful if he is
open to the possibility. Of course not every man will achieve an
erection for his daughter, but if a father shows the girl this
rather than just tells her, it seems to go over better. If such a
man engages in sexual play with his daughter and doesn't achieve
an erection, she seems to understand and can make do with some
other man.

"But a surprising number of men actually are able to engage in
intercourse with their daughters, and the men seem not to suffer
any ill effects either. If a father can't, there are other men
who can be found, but it's definitely a less desirable option."

The counselor stopped talking and looked from mother to father
and back.

Paul and Meghan looked at each other.

Paul shrugged and looked thoughtful.

"No!" said Meghan softly. "No!"

"It is a strange, new world," said Mrs. Strong. "But I hope
you'll consider it. For Kate's sake."

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Paul looked in on his daughter. She'd had her bath, brushed her
teeth, and gotten into her nightgown. Now she lay back in her
bed, the overhead light off and the warm yellow of the bedside
lamp the only illumination in the room. There was the bedtime
book at an angle on the bedside table. She had a big, expectant
smile on her face and didn't look at all tired.

"Are you going to read to me, daddy?" she asked.

"In a minute, dear. Just a minute."

He went into the master bedroom and undressed slowly, putting on
his pajamas. Meghan came in and closed the door behind her.

Husband and wife met in an embrace.

"This is the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me," he said
softly.

"Yeah," said Meghan, and they smiled at each other uncertainly.

"You know I'd never do it if the doctors weren't telling me to."

"I know, I know. But it's the best thing to do, right? You just
show her how you can't get an erection for her, and then she'll
be fine, right?"

"But if I do get an erection, that's OK too."

"Yeah, I guess -- if you do."

"And she and I have to play around sexually, touching and
everything, to show her?"

"Yeah, I guess. But you won't get it up for your little daughter,
right?"

He didn't meet her eyes, but said, "I love you," and kissed her.

"I love you too. Now go be a good daddy."

He walked back down the hall.

"Hi, daddy!" said Kate, sitting up straight in bed, wiggling.

"Hi, sweetie," said Paul, locking the door behind him, taking the
book and sitting on the bed.

"Can I sit in your lap? Please?"

"OK," he said, sighing.

She settled in his lap and he started reading, but she soon
scrambled off and sat beside him. The reason soon became
apparent. She leaned up against him affectionately, but her left
hand strayed down to his crotch.

"Kate," he said haltingly.

"I can, right? I'm allowed to now."

"Um, yeah," he said, sighing, and picked up the book,
concentrating on it hard.

His warm, soft daughter leaned against him. Her small hand
stroked his crotch. A guy's cock could get a little hard when
someone stroked it; everyone understood that. It was just the
friction.

He started reading again, but within a minute she interrupted
him.

"Can you kiss me, daddy?" It was apparent that tonight Kate
really couldn't concentrate on her book.

He put the book aside, then reached over and kissed her cheek,
vainly hoping he could get away with that. But of course she
would have none of it. She got up on her knees, arms around his
neck, and looked into his eyes with boundless love and trust.
Then she kissed him like a grown-up. Delicate lips brushed wetly
against his.

She was so wonderful. His daughter. Flesh of his flesh. The tiny
bundle from the hospital, half grown up now. A delightful miracle
of beauty and enthusiasm every step of the way.

Why was his cock completely hard? Good daddies did not get hard
for their daughters. He'd hated pedophiles for as long as he
could remember, imagining a sick man enjoying the distress of the
little girl as he violated her body, far worse if it was daddy
and daughter. But Kate wasn't unhappy. She'd been begging for his
intimate attentions for months. The doctors said it's what he
ought to do if he could -- or show her that he couldn't. That's
what he wanted more than anything -- to show her how he just
couldn't get it up for her. But evidence from her earlier
attempts to get cozy was suggestive, and now what had happened
left no doubt. His body couldn't lie.

"Let's get naked, daddy!" she said.

He was trapped. Slowly he took his pajama tops off, then the
bottoms, leaving his hard cock trapped in his briefs.

"That too, daddy! That more than anything!" she said, the little
girl who now stood naked on the floor in front of him.

He pulled the briefs off, burning with shame as she eagerly gazed
at his long, hard cock. It never got this hard when he was making
love to Meghan any more.

"Ooooo, it's fatter than Mr. Smith's! So let's lie in bed,
daddy!" said his daughter. "You lie right here!"

He thought of trying to weasel out of this by distracting her
with cuddly play and extending it so long she would get so sleepy
she couldn't keep her eyes open. But he knew it would be futile.
She'd already had sex twice and knew just how it worked.

Lying beside him, her warm hands brushed him everywhere, fondling
his balls and cock, her lips kissing him as she giggled.

"Can you touch me down there?" she said.

He slid his hand between her legs and cupped her labia, his
feelings all jumbled up.

"Like you mean it!" she said reproachfully.

So, just like he meant it, he gently rubbed his girl's labia.
Smooth and hairless, they were just like the parts of all the
different women he had bedded in the days before his marriage.
Smaller, but really no different, especially the moisture that
leaked out.

"I'm ready, daddy. I've been playing with myself ever since bath
time."

Unbelieving, Paul turned over and mounted the beautiful little
girl below him. Whatever he was feeling, he knew what he had to
do.

It was like an optical illusion -- first he saw his six-year-old
daughter, then she morphed into a female who wanted sex. The
images flipped back and forth. When he saw his daughter, he felt
shame at his straining erection; when he saw a girl who wanted to
get laid, he felt excitement. With the image of his daughter in
his mind, he decided he'd do what the doctors said he ought to
do. He'd slide his organ into her channel and go in and out,
going through the motions of sex. They said she'd probably have
an orgasm. Then he could pull out, having done his duty.

His cock tip nudged against her opening. It molded around him,
bathing him in hot wetness, beckoning him inward. She wriggled
her hips, which turned that part of her decisively from daughter
into a girl who wanted to get laid. She murmured, "Daddy, daddy,
daddy," which turned her head into his daughter, the girl he'd
protect with his life.

And then, in a quiet flash, the images merged. It was his
daughter's pussy that his cock was gliding into, and the face of
the girl who wanted to get laid was his daughter's face . His
little daughter -- the whole girl from head to toe -- wanted to
get laid. She wanted him, her daddy, to fuck her. She wanted it
bad, and she'd wanted it for months.

Her pussy was hot and wet, and he stroked in and out. He was
faintly aware of his original plan of some controlled fatherly
thrusts, but it faded to irrelevance. He was up to the hilt in
his beautiful, enthusiastic daughter, a girl who at age six
wanted with every fiber of her being the full, unchecked sexual
attentions of her daddy. She gazed into his eyes with adoration
as he saw her lust build. He knew what lust looked like in women,
and it looked exactly the same in his precious daughter. Less
than a minute after he started thrusting she moaned and froze
with eyes shut. He felt her pussy pulsing around him.

He felt years younger, a man in his prime making urgent love to a
girl with all his heart and soul. Everything was perfectly
aligned -- their bodies, their history together, their love,
their lifelong commitment.

His energetic strokes were deep and frantic, his full-size turgid
cock reaming into her small body. But the pussy gripping him
wetly was the full equal of that cock, despite the small body it
was lodged within. He was going to blast her pussy with cum -- it
was good and right. And he loved her with all his heart.

"Come, daddy -- spurt, spurt, spurt!" said the young dear, and
with that his ecstasy trebled and his orgasm was upon him. His
cock was pulsing inside his dear little daughter, filling her
pussy with cum just like he was supposed to. It was what they
both wanted. He was aware of her shrieking out another orgasm.

He stayed pressed up inside her as he softened. When they had
both caught their breath, he lowered his mouth to hers and they
kissed passionately for a long time.

Gradually he became aware of another reality. He had just fucked
his own daughter. He was guilty of incestuous child rape -- at
least that's what they would have called it a few years ago. And,
incidentally, he had been untrue to his wife. He couldn't even
claim it was some meaningless fling, because he already loved his
new lover with all his heart.

He slid off to lie beside her, and she instantly snuggled against
him, wrapping her top leg over his, pressing her leaking pussy
against his hip.

Within a few minutes, she was asleep.

After several long, delicious minutes, he gradually extricated
himself and looked at her in the soft light, pulling up the
covers, deciding not to awaken her to get her nightgown back on.
He slowly pulled on his briefs and pajamas, his eyes constantly
returning to his daughter.

Time to face his wife. Time to admit that he had gotten it up for
his daughter, gotten it into her, and satisfied her fully. Time
to admit he'd loved it. With all the obstacles stripped away,
when it was medically recommended, when it was what his daughter
wanted and good for her -- when all that happened, all his
resistance to pedophilic incest had fallen away. He loved his
daughter in a sexual way.

His wife wouldn't like it, but she'd get over it. The only
question was how often he'd be able to make love to his girl.
Once a month? Every week? He'd do it every day if he could; that
he knew. She'd probably want it that often too. He could hear his
wife now: "It's a school night, and you've got to have everything
done and be in bed by 7:30 if you want to have sex with daddy
tonight..." And he knew that all her behavior problems would
vanish. If his wife framed it that way, his daughter would be a
very good girl, sure to get everything done in time.

While guilt and confusion churned within his mind, he felt
something good and right emerging to eventually push the rest
away. He and his small daughter were in love, with no barriers to
how they could express it. He felt like the luckiest man in the
world.

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