Author: Sterling
Title: Venereal Cure
Summary: Disease is afoot in the land, and it is not spread by
sexual intercourse -- it is treated by sexual intercourse. Often
a patient needs a particular partner. The successful treater can
tell if they will be effective by the smell from the patient's
privates. Panties hung for the sniffing outside long rows of
cubicles provide for a first screening. What happens if the only
one who can treat a girl is her own father?
Keywords: Mg(6-9) Mf MF ScFi reluc het incest fath dau mastrb
oral pedo loli

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 8/19/2016.

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Venereal Cure

Chapter 1.

Mrs. Johnson looked at her 5-year-old daughter Emma.

"Emma, you keep scratching yourself down there. Is everything
OK?"

The girl quickly removed her hand. "Fine, everything's fine."

Mrs. Johnson was suspicious. "Are you sure you're not ignoring
something you shouldn't be ignoring?"

"I'm sure, yup."

"I want to take a quick look. Come to the bathroom with me."

"Mom! I'm not a little kid!"

"No, I know that, but I'm worried about your health. It won't
take long."

"No..." whimpered Emma.

Now Mrs. Johnson was really suspicious.

"Now!" she said.

Emma drooped off the sofa and shuffled to the bathroom, head
down.

She just stood there and let her mother pull down her pants and
panties.

There were sheets of toilet paper wadded up at the crotch, and
they were a little wet.

"Emma! You should never let it get to where you're leaking pee!
Oh, you bad girl!" In her frustration she whacked the girl's butt
three times.

"Ouch! Ow!" Pee dribbled out visibly.

"Why? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I hate it. I hate it so much!"

"Well, I'm sorry, but that's part of life. But you know the
longer you go, the worse it hurts, right? You know that?"

"I just hate it!" She scratched her private parts and kept
scratching.

"Oh, what am I going to do with you?" She picked up her cell
phone and pressed some buttons.

"Hi, Carl... Sorry to bother you so late. My Emma's been hiding
what's happening to her, and she needs a treatment really bad...
Yes, well, this evening would be best... Oh, hmmm. You could do
tomorrow morning... Good, thanks, I'll see if I can get someone
who can do it now."

She pressed more buttons... "Darn, not home..." She sighed and
looked at her daughter, who was sitting on the toilet, trying not
to scratch but then scratching every ten seconds or so. Like a
lot of itches, once you started scratching it was hard to stop.

"Hello, Mr. Dunn? Yes, this is Carol Johnson. We've never spoken
before, but I was given your name. My daughter has been hiding
her condition, and she needs a treatment really bad. Could you
possibly give her one... Well, the sooner the better... She's
five years old... Let me send over a picture now... There... Oh,
you'll do it for free? That's very kind of you. Here's the
address... She pushed a few more buttons. Half an hour? OK, see
you then!"

"No!" said Emma.

"Yes!" said Mrs. Johnson. "Now, I know very well this is going to
be painful, but it would be a lot less painful if you'd told me
as soon as you started itching. And there's absolutely nothing we
can do about it, OK? I know it's not fair, but you've got this
condition and this is the only thing we can do. Where do you want
to get it?"

Emma just sat sulking and scratching.

"If you don't decide, I will! My bed? Or your bed?"

"Yours."

"Mine. OK, I'll put some towels down. And -- oh, you better take
this pill, to make you calmer."

"OK." Emma chewed the Ativan and swallowed it.

Mrs. Johnson took pity on her daughter and read her a story while
they waited. Emma squirmed, with legs apart, scratching and
scratching.

They heard a car pull up outside.

"You wait here," said Mrs. Johnson, and went to answer the door.

When she answered, a man of around 30 answered, with a noticeable
belly and a couple days' worth of beard growth, dressed in
T-shirt and jeans.

"Hi," he said awkwardly. "I'm John. Um, here's the paperwork."

"OK, fine." Mrs. Johnson signed in the three indicated spaces.

"Let me take you to Emma."

Emma cried louder as they approached.

"Emma, this is John. He's here to help you."

Emma cried, curled up in the fetal position.

"Emma, stop at once! John is here to help you. You better behave!
... Are you going to behave for him, or will I have to stay here
with you?"

"No, no!" said Emma.

"Hey, Emma," said John awkwardly.

Emma curled up tighter and wailed louder.

"I'm so sorry," said Mrs. Johnson.

"Are you going to stay?"

"Do you need my help?" She'd never dreamed she might really have
to stay.

"No, no. I can handle it."

"Don't go, mommy! Don't go!"

"Well, yeah, you can hold her hand..." He moved in to Emma, who
sat in a ball, hugging her knees.

"You gotta spread your legs so I can look," he said.

Emma cried louder.

"I'm so sorry, Emma," he said. "But we gotta just do this." He
addressed the mother, "You just let me handle things, OK? Hold
her hand."

"OK, I'm sure you know best," said Mrs. Johnson, crying herself.
She was going to have to actually watch this guy treat her
5-year-old daughter!

"Sorry, sweetie," said John, then he moved in and pushed Emma
flat on her back and forced her legs apart, pinning each of her
knees with one of his own, and felt between her legs. Mrs.
Johnson saw him slide her vaginal lips open. Inside she could see
a whitish creamy discharge.

"Wow," said John softly, letting her up. Emma returned to her
sitting fetal position.

As Mrs. Johnson watched, John stepped out of his shoes, and
pulled down pants and underpants. To her horror, she saw an
erection. How could a man get an erection when a girl was crying
like that? It was also a large erection. She noted a certain
light in his eyes that made her mad.

"OK, here we go," he said. "Turn over, sweetie," he said, but she
didn't move. "Sorry," he said to her mother. "I don't see any
other way." He hauled Emma to the edge of the bed and flipped the
writhing girl onto her stomach, then pushed her chest down
against the bed with one powerful hand. Her butt was at the edge
of the bed, and she had her legs tightly together as she cried.

Mrs. Johnson moved in to hold Emma's head and said to her,
"Sorry, Emma, sorry... It will be OK soon..."

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John's cock was hard. The longer a girl went, the more of that
discharge she built up in her vagina. It got hotter down there,
literally, and it felt even better to him.

It was too bad she was so unhappy, but there was the butt, there
were her little vaginal lips. It didn't even matter that her legs
were together. He aimed himself and opened her lips with his one
free hand, and then surged in. The heat was amazing on the front
inch of his cock, as was the tightness and the velvety texture.
He'd never been in a girl this far along. It felt fantastic. But
he had to hold himself back. He had to stay in for at least a
couple minutes or the treatment might not even be effective.

So he buried his cock, watching some of Emma's whitish fluid ooze
out. When he was in all the way he began fucking.

"No, no, no, ouch!" screamed Emma, thrashing but to no effect.

He fucked his cock in to the hilt, and then he pounded in and out
hard. The pleasure was overwhelming, but he had to hold back. The
holding back had its own delicious pleasure to it.

It felt fantastic. He was a little guilty that she was sobbing
and writhing, but he had to admit it was also pretty hot. A
little 5-year-old was about the sexiest creature in the world to
begin with, and here she was, pinned down onto the bed by his
hand, little butt there for the taking, and vaginal lips spread
wide to accommodate his plunging cock.

He figured two minutes had gone by, and he tried removing his
hand from her back. She didn't try to get up, so he put one hand
on each of her skinny butt cheeks and fucked away harder than
ever. He could feel the path to orgasm coming now. Fuck a little
slower, press in even deeper -- that was it.

He was panting with the exertion. Best not to say anything to
reveal how fantastic it felt, but it was difficult. He felt his
cock getting even bigger, felt his tip nudging firmly against the
deep end of her little pussy with each stroke. The pleasure built
and built, and built, and finally he was over the edge and held
his cock in deep as his spurts began, gasping.

As soon as his first real spurt hit, Emma went instantly from
sobbing to screaming at the top of her lungs.

John kept himself pressed in fully. With his hands on her butt,
her pussy stayed in just the right place even as the rest of her
writhed. Ecstasy seized him as never before, and his body finally
started slowing down after 8 full shots.

With his orgasm over, he got more in touch with feeling sorry for
the girl, though there wasn't too much he could do except pull
out, revealing a mess from both sets of genitalia. Her whitish
discharge soaked his pubic hair, and everything was slimy.

He used a towel to clean himself off as well as he could, as his
cock started shrinking. He pressed the cloth gently against her
privates to absorb the most of it.

The mother was looking at him with an angry frown, and he
realized with embarrassment that he probably had a grin of total
satisfaction on his face. He tried to sober up.

"I think that should do it," he said over Emma's screams. "She
should start to feel better in under an hour, they say." He
dressed quickly.

As he left he said, "Bye, Emma. So sorry!" loud enough for her to
hear, he hoped.

Once he was out the door he couldn't help smiling. Such total
satisfaction!

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Josh answered the door. There was the mother and daughter.

"Oh, hello," he said to the woman, then looked down and said,
"You must be Emma."

Emma stood at her mother's side, hair neatly combed and held with
a barrette, wearing a light blue dress, white socks and pink
sneakers.

Emma nodded and looked down.

"And you must be Josh," said her mother.

"Yes, come on in," he said. In the living room, he said, "So --
you wait here, and I'll go back to the bedroom with Emma."

"Perfect," said her mother. "Emma, you promise to be a good
girl."

Emma nodded.

Josh took her by the hand and led her to his bedroom.

"Poor girl," he said after she sat on the bed. "So sorry. Are you
ready?"

Emma nodded.

"Maybe you could rub yourself a little while I watch -- it would
help me get ready."

Emma lay back, and after one reproachful look at Josh, pulled her
dress up around her waist and spread her legs. She wasn't wearing
panties, and began rubbing gently.

Josh pulled off his trousers and underpants. His cock rapidly
hardened.

As he crawled on top of her, Emma stopped rubbing and held
herself open. He could see her stealing a glance at his face, but
mostly she looked away.

"Here goes," said Josh, and placed his tip in Emma's little
vestibule. He pushed.

Once he was in a couple inches, he began thrusting in and out. He
tried not to let his excitement show, since as he knew Emma was
not enjoying it at all. Yet he had to do it for a couple minutes
at least, and he had to push his cock in as far as it would go or
else he couldn't really treat her.

Two minutes had gone by, he was sure. Time to finish up. He went
harder and faster and closed his eyes. It felt fantastic. Finally
his wave of pleasure broke and his cock convulsed over and over,
driving sperm way up into little Emma. When he was finished, he
opened his eyes and saw tears in Emma's eyes as she bit her lip.

"All done, honey," he said. "So sorry."

"Thanks for helping me," said Emma mechanically as she got up.

"Are you sure I helped?"

"Yeah... Ouch, ow..." she murmured. "It always hurts worse at
first right after you piddle."

"Piddle, eh?" he said with a smile. He led her out to her mother.

"All done? Does it hurt a lot?"

"No..." said Emma. "But it definitely hurts."

"I'm so sorry," said her mother.

"Yeah, so sorry," said Jason.

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Emma's mother looked nervous.

"Emma, as you know, you're needing treatment more frequently."

"It's not fair!" It had just been a week, and she couldn't
believe she was needing treatment so soon. So she had delayed,
and ended up once again with a very painful treatment -- a mere
week after the previous one.

"I know it's not fair, dear." She paused. "There is a new idea
that might make it better. A new way of doing things."

"Without getting poked and peed in?" said Emma hopefully.

"No, no, it still requires that... Do you know what's going on in
the world -- about how this sort of problem is changing?"

Emma shook her head.

"Lots of girls have problems with this, and it seems to be
spreading. You probably won't believe me if I say you've been
lucky so far, but at least so far any man who can do it to you
can treat you. But maybe not any more. Maybe when you got treated
before it didn't really help you. Do you remember feeling bad
when he had his orgasm?"

Emma thought back. "I'm not sure. Maybe not."

"So maybe now you're like lots of the others who need just the
right man. Hopefully for you it will just mean you really get
treated by the right guy so it doesn't get worse. So the key is
this idea that some men can give you a treatment and some can't.
That is, for a particular girl at a particular time, some would
work and some wouldn't."

"Oh."

"But the thing is that you can't tell without, um, smelling."

"So I can tell what men will work?"

"No, actually they are the ones who can tell. You can't. So what
you do is go to a big hall that's been set up just for people
with problems like yours. There will be several other girls and
young women there too. So men who want to help out come and sniff
all the females, and if they find one they think they can help,
then they treat her. And it works much better."

"What do they smell?" Emma had a hunch, but hoped she was wrong.

"Um, between your legs... But they don't all have to do that. We
can take a pair of your panties that you've been wearing and put
it outside the room. Then most men could tell by sniffing the
panties that they couldn't help you. If they weren't sure, then
they'd have to actually sniff you. Down there."

The image caused a sudden surge of revulsion. "Yuck. I don't
wanna do it!" She crossed her arms and frowned.

"I know you don't dear -- I know you don't. But, well, it should
save you from really painful experiences like the last one."

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When Mrs. Johnson brought Emma to the place, it was not what she
expected. The demand had grown rapidly so they had a temporary
arrangement. A corridor had been quickly configured to serve the
overflow. A row of small "rooms" had been formed with nothing but
curtains separating them from each other and from the narrow
passage that ran outside. In each one was some sort of thing to
lie down on -- whether an armchair, a cot, or an examining table.
A hook hung outside each cubby. On several of them were pairs of
panties. As they approached, a man came down the narrow passage
towards them. He paused and sniffed each pair of panties, in one
case finding the crotch panel with his fingers and inhaling
deeply. He looked thoughtful but moved on to the next.

Mrs. Johnson found their assigned number -- 213. She parted the
curtains so she and Emma could go in. All they had was a medical
examining table and a folding metal chair.

Emma frowned.

"OK, dear," said her mother. "Now can you push the panties into
yourself a little to make sure they've got the odor? ... Good
girl. Now take them off."

She parted the curtains briefly and hung them on the hook
outside.

Emma sat on the exam table, wearing her white dress -- though now
with no panties underneath. Her mother tried reading her a story,
but in fact both of them were preoccupied with what would happen.

"Oh, yeah!" said a man from the hallway. "Knock, knock."

But he was knocking on someone else's cubby. A big girl or woman
answered, "Come in," from the room to their left.

"Oh, I think I can probably help you," said the voice. "Let me
sniff... Yeah, I think so."

"Are you sure you're not just saying that?"

"Oh, positive!" he said.

They heard a rustle of cloth, and then the man's low murmurings.
"Yes, ah, that feels nice. Yeah, I can definitely help you. I can
feel it in your pussy, the way it hugs me... Nnnnhhh, nnnnh, oh
yeah, nnnnnh, sure is good that giving therapy feels so nice...
oh yeah, ahhh, nnnh, nnh, nnnh, AAHHHH! ... There, that should do
it," he said.

"I don't feel any change. I always feel a change if it helps."

"Oh, well, they say it doesn't always work," said the male voice.
"Bye bye."

Several seconds later they heard a muttered, "Prick!" from the
woman.

Then from the hall they heard a quiet, "Those are small panties!"
followed by, "Knock, knock."

"Come in," said Mrs. Johnson.

A boy of perhaps 16 came in, grinning. "I've got to double check
this one," he said.

Mrs. Johnson got up and stood to the side. The boy addressed
Emma. "Show me your pussy, sweetie."

Emma gave a quick look at her mother, who nodded. Emma then
lifted her dress up.

"Spread 'em wide, wide apart, so I can get a good sniff." He
buried his head between her legs and took a couple deep breaths.
"Sometimes if I lick it helps the odors come out," he said.

Emma's eyes went wide as the boy licked a couple times.

"Hey!" said Emma's mother.

The boy stood up and grinned, saying, "Nope, I guess I won't be
able to help her after all."

After he left, Emma looked at her mother accusingly.

"We've got to be patient," she answered.

Shortly after, they heard a "knock, knock," and in came a sober
looking man in his 30s. Without a word he lifted Emma's dress and
stuck his nose between her legs. "Oh, yes, I'll definitely be
able to treat her," he said. He looked at Mrs. Johnson, who
touched Emma's arm before going out to wait in the narrow
corridor. From there, she heard a rustling of cloth but no words,
just a whine and sigh from her daughter. Many minutes later she
could barely hear the man's quicker breathing, and then, "Oh,
fuck, oh yeah, oh yeah, YES!" ... "I think that should do it,
kid," he said.

Thirty seconds later, after more rustling of cloth, he emerged,
suppressing a smile.

Mrs. Johnson went back inside. "How was it, dear?"

Emma was sniffling, tears in her eyes. "OK."

"Do you feel different?"

"No."

"Oh, shit," muttered her mother. Another guy taking advantage of
the girls. Most girls felt better right after they were treated,
and some felt worse, but the effect was immediate. Emma was one
of the few who always felt worse.

Some guy a few cubicles down was not being quiet at all. "Oh,
you're so hot, god, what a great cunt, wow, unnnhhh, unnnnh, oh
what a pussy, mmm.... oh yeah..... yes.... yes...., YES!"

From the cubby to their right, they heard a soft, "Ready?" from a
male voice, and an "OK" from a female. After a bit of rustling of
cloth they didn't hear anything for a couple minutes. Then they
barely heard the man give a sigh. Seconds later the female voice
said, "Oh, oh, wow! Oh, that did it! Thank you so much!" "Happy
to help," said the male voice.

A man entered their room with a sparkle in his eyes. "Got to
double check this one." When Emma had spread her legs wide he
leaned down to take a perfunctory sniff. "Guess not. But I just
love seeing little ones like this," he said with a guilty smile
before disappearing quickly.

A somewhat unkempt man of around 40 came in. "You're a lucky
girl," he said. "You've got the smell. I know I can help."

"Are you sure you're not just saying that?" asked Mrs. Johnson
suspiciously.

"Yeah, I know some guys take advantage, but I'm sure. You give us
some privacy?"

Mrs. Johnson went out in the corridor once more.

"Poor girl," she heard him say softly. "What's your name?"

"Emma."

"Well, Emma, this whole thing is a big mess, but I can tell
you'll feel better. How do you want it?"

She didn't hear her daughter's reply -- maybe she just
demonstrated.

Mrs. Johnson heard some rustling, then flesh slapping on flesh
and a few mild grunts from the man. In maybe three minutes she
heard her daughter. "Ow! Ouch! Darn!"

"Oh, you're one of the ones who feels worse before you feel
better," said the man, breathing heavily.

"Yeah. But it will be better later, I can tell. Thanks."

"That's wonderful," he said.

Mrs. Johnson came in, assuming he'd have had time to get decent.
The man was naked from the waist down, his slick cock shrinking.
He quickly turned away from her.

"Oh, sorry," she said.

"Nah, it's OK," he said as he stepped into his underpants and
trousers.

"It worked!" said Emma, hopping down from the table. "It hurts!"
she said with a smile. She reached up her arms and when Mrs.
Johnson reached down she hopped up to hug her mother's front.

"Sorry you've got to feel worse first," said the guy. "Got a kiss
for an old guy's cheek?"

Emma turned gladly and kissed his cheek three times. "You're
nice!"

"Well, glad to help," he said. "God knows a few little girls have
helped me out, and I try to pay it back."

Emma and her mother packed up and left, Emma chattering. "I'm
feeling better already. And you know, it hurt when he did it, but
it kind of felt nice at the same time. Warm and nice!"

"That's wonderful, dear."

When Emma had calmed down a bit more, she said, "But the other
guys weren't nice."

"No, they weren't," said her mother. "But I guess that's just the
price we have to pay."

After a bit more walking towards the car, she said, "Mommy,
what's that about girls helping him out?"

Mrs. Johnson had been dreading this part of the conversation.
"Well, there are men who suffer things kind of like you do. And
it turns out that if they get to do it to the right girl, then it
solves their problem."

"Oh."

"So we should probably go and visit the men's wing some time."

It was about as favorable a time as any to raise the subject --
when a man had just helped her. But while she liked the idea of
helping men in theory, as it came time to actually do it she was
obviously reluctant.

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For whatever reason, the men's section had real doors to real
rooms.

Emma sighed as she went from room to room, sniffing the men's
underpants that hung outside of each. Her mother went with her.
She wasn't even sure what she was sniffing for. No one could
quite describe it. Once she did smell something different. When
she entered, she saw an old man with a big pot belly. He looked
miserable and looked at her with interest.

She turned around and walked out.

"Are you sure? Sure he isn't someone you could help?"

"Yeah, I'm sure," said Emma.

Her mother didn't press her.

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Emma's telltale symptoms didn't even start to come back for two
weeks, and then they went to the hall again. No one stopped in
for half an hour, then a 20-something guy came in and fucked
little Emma.

"It doesn't feel any different," said the little girl.

"Oh, I know, honey. I been here over an hour, sniffing a hundred
pairs of panties. There wasn't anyone, and I still deserve some
satisfaction for trying. So you were the lucky girl. You're a
nice one, too."

Mrs. Johnson had overheard and came in. "You admit it? You knew
you couldn't help her and you just did it to her anyway?"

"Hey, don't have a cow. I've helped a bunch of girls. It doesn't
do her any harm, right?"

"You're disgusting," said Mrs. Johnson.

He shrugged and left.

Emma started crying and Mrs. Johnson consoled her. She was better
in 5 minutes, but they had a long wait. They overheard several
other encounters in the cubbies nearby. Occasionally they could
tell when a guy just wanted a fuck, and occasionally they heard a
delighted woman thank a man profusely. Lots of the people spoke
very quietly so they couldn't tell.

Finally, two hours later, a man came in who seemed very sincere
and convincing. He apologized so much that Emma ended up saying,
"It's OK, just do it."

Mrs. Johnson went out in the hall. The minutes went by. She heard
him apologizing that it sometimes took him a while, but when he
gasped, Mrs. Johnson could tell from Emma's yelp and bubbly
commentary that he had been the genuine article and done his job.

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"Emma, that's twice now you've been to the men's section and you
haven't found a single guy you could help. The doctors say that's
just not very likely at all. So this time it's going to be
different. If you don't find anyone to help, then three guys are
going to do it to you anyway. If you find someone to help, then
you only have to do it the once -- if he confirms you've really
helped him. Otherwise three, OK?"

Emma didn't protest too much. She could tell by now what the
smell was. There had been two of them unmistakably the last time,
but she pretended she didn't smell anything and didn't go into
the room. In her mind was that image of the old fat guy.

Her mother accompanied her as before. Emma smelled one pair of
boxers and knew that was the smell, but she kept going, not
letting on.

When they finally got to the end of the third corridor, her
mother sighed and said, "Well, OK, then we'll get 3 guys to do it
to you."

"Wait," said Emma, fighting back tears. "Maybe there was one." So
they went back to the room with the boxers out front. Emma took a
deep breath and went in. The man they saw was maybe 30 and quite
thin -- gaunt even. He looked at them with dead eyes.

Emma just stood in the doorway.

"Go ahead, sniff him between the legs," said her mother.

Emma approached with hesitation and sniffed from a foot away.
"Smells the same."

"My daughter thinks she's a match for you, though if so you'll be
the first one she's been able to help so she's not sure."

"That's nice... You are a young one, aren't you? Well, it's very
nice of you. I don't get my hopes up any more."

"I'll wait outside," said her mother.

Emma stood awkwardly, head down.

"So some guy helped you out? And now you're trying to pay back?"

Emma nodded.

"That's nice of you. Look, I'm sorry.... You mind doing it doggy
style? Works better for me."

Emma had been assuming they'd have to do it face to face, and the
idea of not having to look at him was appealing. So she quickly
took off her dress and panties and got up on the bed like a
doggy, ready to take it doggy style.

She felt his hands on her thighs and butt, and then they gently
caressing her girl part.

"Sorry, honey, but it takes a bit for me to get it up."

Emma nodded, and a minute went by.

"OK, here goes," he said. Emma felt the familiar press of the
warm, blunt thing against her private spot. And then she felt the
familiar pressure and surge as it slid inside.

"If the girl isn't right, then I can keep going forever but I
never come. But you... Oh, this is promising," the guy said with
a hint of enthusiasm. "I wonder if you are the real thing..." He
pounded in and out, harder and harder.

Several minutes later, he gave a huge groan, "Oh, yes, yes, yes,
yes! Oh my God, you are my savior. I can't believe it!"

Once she felt the hot blunt prong withdraw, she sat down. He was
an entirely new person, beaming at her and kissing her hand. He
made her a little uncomfortable, with how happy he had become.

"Oh," said Emma. "Can we tell mommy?"

"Oh, sure, of course, dear!" he said. "Let me get dressed." He
dressed quickly while Emma put her dress back on, then went to
the door and let her mother in.

"Oh, you have the most wonderful daughter!" he said.

"Well, I'm glad it worked out. A couple men have been very
helpful to Emma too."

He sat on the bed by Emma, held her hand gently in both of his
and looked into her eyes.

"It's OK," he said softly. "I'm just very thankful. The joint
pain kept getting worse and worse, and once I started coming
inside you, I could feel it disappearing. I'm like a new man!
Thank you."

"You're welcome?" said Emma softly.

Her mother smiled. "We should be going."

"Yes, of course," said the man. "Just know that I will remember
you for the rest of my life. My savior!"

On the way home, her mother said, "I'm so proud of you."

"All I did was stay on my hands and knees like a doggy."

"Oh, he did it that way? OK. No, what I meant is that you
admitted you smelled that special smell and you went in. That's
what I'm proud of you for."

As Emma thought about it, the man's glowing face and kind words
kept coming back to her. The actual poking in and out of her
vagina hadn't hurt -- it hadn't hurt at all. She was certainly
used to it by now.

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Something didn't seem quite right the next time Emma went to the
men's ward. The air itself almost had that kind of smell. The
first pair of underpants she smelled definitely had it.

She went in. The man was very polite, but he still lay down on
her naked body and fucked her. She'd learned a bunch of new
words, especially listening to the other girls get it in the
other cubicles. And that's what he was doing was fucking her. His
penis thrust in and out of her vagina. That was fucking. He
"came" -- she had learned that word too. And then he thanked her,
saying he could tell she'd helped him.

The next man was excited to see her. He barely got his cock tip
into her pussy before he started gasping and spurting. But she
could see in his face that he was relieved of something big -- he
had felt awful before and now he felt much, much better.

Four of the first five pairs of underpants she had sniffed were
from men she could help. And she did. It really felt good to be
so useful and so well appreciated.

The next guy was the same old fat guy she had seen the first day.

She gulped and looked down.

"Ah, I know I look like a fat old fart, little girl. If you're
willing -- oh, I hope you're willing, cuz it's been a long time
since I got any relief -- just close your eyes... You want me to
do you from behind so you don't have to see ugly old me?"

"OK," she said in a small voice.

He just flipped her dress up over her back, sidled up behind her,
and pressed in. His cock was big. Maybe the biggest that had ever
been inside her young pussy. It didn't hurt, but it filled her up
tight. He started fucking away. She could also feel his belly
resting on her rear end.

"Oh, you wonderful little girl. Doing your best. You've got a
place in heaven, that's for sure... sometimes girls think they
can help me, and I do this for a long time but nothing happens. I
hope you're different -- the others meant well, I'm sure..."

In and out he thrust. "I dunno. I hope. Is it feeling different?
Maybe it is. Oh, wow... Oh, it's gonna happen, I can tell...
OOOHHH!" he said.

Emma had never felt it inside when a man did his ejaculation
thing, but she did this time. A definite pressure up inside her
pussy.

"Oh, you wonderful girl... this may be a while, though... My body
builds up fluid... and this... is the only way to get rid of
it..." The man held his cock in her deep and grasped her hips.

Soon she felt liquid oozing down the inside of her left thigh.

"Oh you can't believe how good that feels. Every time my cock
squirts in there, it's a little less pressure."

"Happy to help," said Emma gamely. It was kind of gross to feel
the stuff running down her thigh and pooling at her knee. She
reached back to feel it.

"Oh, don't worry honey. We'll clean it all up. Wipe your hand
off, though -- that stuff doesn't taste good I bet."

Emma had no intention of tasting it.

Minutes passed, and the guy's cock stayed big and hard. She could
feel it faintly twitching and she could feel the big pool of goop
on the sheet below her.

She felt herself going limp, but the man's strong hands held her
butt in position while he kept unloading in her feminine tunnel.

Finally, much, much later, she felt him loosen his grip and
realized his cock had shrunk a bit.

"Oh, that's been so fantastic, you lovely little girl."

Her knees were resting in a slimy mess, so she scrambled off and
stepped on the floor. Her bare feet also landed in a puddled
mess. She walked several steps away to get out of it, and scuffed
her bare feet on the linoleum to dry them off.

When she turned, the man was talking on the phone. She barely
recognized him. He was much thinner! And he didn't look so
terribly old either. He was thinner because... because all that
stuff had gone out the end of his penis and into her vagina
before flowing out again!

The man said into the phone, "It worked, but we'll need some help
cleaning up." He hung up. "Oh, what an angel!"

Shortly there was a knock. Two orderlies came in along with her
mother. They said soothing things. Her mother used warm towels to
clean her off while the orderlies went after the bed and the
floor.

The man thanked her profusely, over and over.

Her mother said, "You want to go home now, Emma?"

"No. No, these men are suffering. I have to help them!"

"Well, OK." Emma thought she saw some real pride on her mother's
face, and it made her feel warm inside.

She knew she could help most of the guys. One by one the men
brought man and girl pelvis together, from the front or rear,
stuck their penises inside her, thrust in and out for a short
while or a long while, and they ejaculated. And most of them felt
much better at once.

One of the men was the first guy who had solved her problem out
on the women's corridor with the curtains and cubicles.

One of the others was the guy who had fucked her when he knew he
couldn't help. He was sheepish but Emma shrugged. Her nose didn't
lie. She could help him. And she did.

For some reason she could help most of the guys on the hall that
day. They told her she had made 37 men happy when she finally
left at 10pm, after her bedtime.

She never had a day quite like that again, but she did sometimes
find she could treat 3 or 4 guys.

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"What about Uncle Bill?" said Emma.

"What about him?" said her mother.

"I think I could help him too."

"But he doesn't have a problem!"

"Maybe not the kind you can smell..."

"Oh, I don't know about that," said her mother. "I think you're
imagining things."

The next time Uncle Bill came over she brought him to her bedroom
and shut the door.

"I think I could help you. Would you like to stick your penis in
my vagina? I think it would make you feel much better."

Bill mumbled and looked very pale.

"You know I go to the special place and men do it to me when I
need help, and then I can sniff them and tell when some of them
need help and I help them. I help them by lying down and
spreading my legs so they can stick their penis in me and fuck in
and out until they squirt their goo. And it makes them feel
better. Much, much better. Some of them would die if they didn't
find a girl in time. You don't smell that way, but I can tell.
You'd feel much better."

"But no, that's not right.... I don't know. Your mother..."

"She said it's OK."

'Well," he said, tears in his eyes. "It would... it would be a
dream come true."

"Then do it."

Uncle Bill, tense and pale, mounted his little niece and stuck
his cock into her pussy. He poked it in and out, looking at her
very tenderly, and then he too did his thing up inside her.

She saw his smile of relief. "Don't you feel better?"

"I... Yes, I guess I do. You sure you didn't mind?"

"No."

"How did you know?"

"Something about the way you look at me."

"Oh, sorry!"

"It's OK. It's a nice look. And I had a hunch that it meant you'd
like to do it to me."

"Yeah," he said softly.

"A whole lot."

"Yeah, that too. I'll remember this forever. At least I got to do
it once."

"Not just once. We should do it again."

Uncle Bill had always been really nice to her. Now he was even
nicer. And she kind of got it. He liked the idea of being her
boyfriend. If she hadn't already been in the business of getting
penises in her vagina all the time, it wouldn't have made sense
to let Uncle Bill do it, because she wasn't ready for a
boyfriend. But she had to do that a lot anyway. And poking into
her pussy and squirting in it just meant a whole lot to Uncle
Bill.

He never asked to do it. But she could tell he wanted to, so she
offered, and he did it.

Sometimes when she was feeling sad she'd go see him just to talk
or snuggle -- not to do it. She wasn't really ready to be
anyone's girlfriend, but the adoration he had for her was
special. When she had mean thoughts about people, he'd listen to
her and wouldn't judge. Her mother was nice to her, but she did
scold her for having unkind thoughts about people. Bill didn't.


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Chapter 2

The disease cluster was a strange one, all the scientists agreed.
It arose spontaneously in some girls starting around age 4.
Remission for some girls began with the onset of puberty. For
others it was later. No female over the age of 30 was still
affected. It never arose in boys before puberty, and affected
them at a much lower frequency but those it affected had it for
life. There was no evidence that it could be contracted by sexual
contact.

Symptoms in girls always included a vaginal component. Part of it
was always a maturing of the vagina so it could accompany the
adult penis, which was the means of treatment. The unpleasant
symptoms themselves included vaginal itching and discharge, but
there were also usually some systemic symptoms -- often muscle
aches, fever, itching, hives, and nausea.

For men the systemic symptoms covered the same range. They were
relieved by ejaculation, but the disease meant they could only
come in the right girl. The only girls who could help men were
ones with the disease, but within that group a specific match was
required.

As for men treating girls, some of the girls could take a
treatment from any man, so the girl got to pick and choose. But
often they needed a specific man, and there was a lot of evidence
that men with the disease were far more likely to be a match for
a girl than other men. It became a practical rule -- otherwise a
great many men would jump at the chance to fuck girls on the off
chance they could help one.

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Emma suffered for years, though weekly treatment kept the
symptoms at bay. Once she started puberty, they withheld the
prophylactic treatment to see if she was moving into spontaneous
remission. She needed treatment less and less often, and was all
better by the age of 18.

At puberty her feelings for boys awoke in the usual fashion, and
they got stronger. She was attractive and personable.

Sex for her had been an unpleasant necessity for years. The
moment of a man's orgasm inside her could either have no effect
on her, or could cause marked discomfort or even severe pain --
which were signs that it was going to be effective in making her
better (or, after the initial uncertainty, keep her from feeling
worse). For the man it always included the everyday ecstasy of
orgasm, and sometimes included the man instantly feeling much
better as his condition was successfully treated.

The net effect of all that was that Emma had a very different
attitude towards sex than most girls her age. She could be
fascinated by boys her age, flustered in their presence,
grief-stricken when her favorites ignored her and delighted when
they showed interest. She could thrill to a kiss, and she wanted
to know if they really loved her. Her past experience of sex had
nothing to do with that. That was just lying back and spreading
her legs, or arching her back while on hands and knees, and
letting the guy do it to her.

But now the boys did sometimes cause a surge of warmth between
her legs, especially when kissing. She liked their attention to
her developing breasts. When alone she discovered the allure of
her clitoris and how to bring herself the pleasure and release of
orgasm.

The first time she was in bed with a boy she liked a lot, an
eager boy, things were fine until she became aware of his erect
penis. Her arousal stopped rising. When there were no underpants
in the way, and the next step was obvious, the arousal ebbed.

"Can I?" he asked with urgency.

"OK, I mean, Sure!" she said. She did like the boy. He wanted it
so much. She certainly knew how to do it.

She spread, he surged in, gasping and moaning and smiling, and in
less than a minute she knew his orgasm was approaching. He came,
groaning and sighing and grinning at her.

She gave the best smile she could muster. He could tell something
wasn't right, but she was evasive. Over the next couple days she
realized her feelings for him had cooled.

The next time she found herself excited by a boy, she decided
she'd have to tell him of her history -- only 1% of girls were
affected, so it wouldn't occur to anyone to ask. She was
ambivalent about intercourse. Sam was both very fond of her and a
more patient, understanding soul. She learned to give him a hand
job and he came that way. He was eager to eat her out, and after
some experimentation she had an orgasm that way. She learned to
give him oral but was really repulsed by the idea of him coming
in her mouth. He felt pretty satisfied by her oral ministrations,
and then at the last minute she'd finish him off with a hand job.
She also showed him how to make her feel good with his fingers.
It got so he could give her an orgasm that way.

Once they had a considerable romantic and erotic history
together, they tried intercourse. It was OK. Over time it got
better, as she began to attend more to the pleasurable sensations
and the idea that now, at this stage of life, she would only have
sex with people she really liked and felt a romantic connection
with.

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She married a man named Kevin. They were reasonably happy. She
gave birth to the girls Alison and Katy, three years apart.

And then one day when she was seven, Alison complained of an
itchiness down in her privates. It didn't go away, and there was
no obvious problem she could detect. The doctors couldn't find
any either. Uh-oh. Alison had the disease.

Emma thought about the new reality. Alison would get through it,
just like she had. The doctors knew more now, and she could be a
more helpful mother because she really knew what it was like.
Alison's first treatment was by an associate of the doctor's,
specially trained in getting girls through their traumatic first
times. She was one of the lucky majority who felt better at once
when she got an effective treatment. Since it worked, the first
assumption was that any man could treat her. Emma had started out
that way too.

Emma made a connection. What about Great Uncle Bill? He and
Alison had gotten along very well the few times they'd met, so
Alison was willing.

From Alison's point of view, it was just nice that there was
someone who she liked to do the yucky task at hand. But as Emma
knew, it was far more than just a job to Great Uncle Bill. So he
did Alison weekly to keep her from getting sick. He was
infinitely patient with her, even when she was grouchy and mean
to him. Emma knew he would absorb almost any abuse from her and
it would still be worth it to him.

Then after 7 months the day came when Great Uncle Bill's
ejaculations didn't do the job any more. Neither did the doctor's
associate, or another they called in. She was becoming selective
in her response, just like Emma had.

Time for the girls' wing at the hospital. Alison's experience was
similar to Emma's, but they were better at screening out guys who
just wanted sex. Alison often got successfully treated within an
hour. But sometimes it took two. Or they had to come back a
second day.

Now the ethics question kicked in. Those who receive should also
give. In fact, it had now been formalized. The folks at the
hospital asked pointed questions about whether Alison was ready
to try helping men. Emma got sad at the idea of Alison walking
down a corridor, sniffing a long row of men's underpants. Yes,
she'd gotten through it herself, but was there another way?

She decided she should come out of retirement and take over that
part herself. Kevin had a bit of jealousy, but he certainly liked
the idea of sparing Alison having to do it, so he agreed. But the
adult Emma, week after week, sniffing hundreds of underpants,
couldn't find any man she could help.

Kevin decided he'd try to help girls, and now it was Emma's turn
to feel a bit jealous. Most men who didn't have the disease
weren't eligible, but as a close blood relative he had some
chance of being able to help the girls. He didn't know what he
was smelling for.

When he explained he smelled something different but really
wasn't sure, the 12-year-old girl understood. She had gotten
screwed by guys who knew damned well they couldn't help her, and
if he was honest and genuinely unsure about it that was much
better. At worst, she was a guinea pig to ultimately help girls
like her. His job was to screw her, but he couldn't help trying
to make love to her. He felt a twinge of guilt at just how good
it felt to do a 12-year-old. His ejaculation at the deep end of
her tight pussy felt fantastic. But he couldn't help her. Another
time when he thought maybe he smelled something he did it with a
19-year-old woman with the same result.

It was on his third day, after sniffing hundreds of pairs of
panties, that he smelled something different -- different in a
different way. When he went into the room, it was a 7-year-old
girl. He gulped. That was OK. He found her sexier than he thought
he would, even though she was looking pretty run-down and
bedraggled. He did her from behind, apologetically and with
gentle strokes. His orgasm felt good, but it was her reaction
that was remarkable. She gasped and chortled and cooed. As soon
as he let his cock slide out of her, she turned around and hugged
and kissed him. He wasn't sure he'd ever felt so thoroughly
appreciated in his life. And now he knew what the smell was.

He went back another day but found no matches. He tried for
another ten days, dutifully sniffing panties for hours at a time.
There were no other matches. He gave up.

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Alison was having more and more trouble getting treated. Once
she'd gone to the hospital two whole days without success, and by
the third day she was feeling achy and sore and feverish.
Fortunately a guy happened by who could help her near the end of
the day.

Emma and Kevin had a pretty traditional marriage. But one day
when Emma was sick Kevin was doing the laundry to help out. As he
started emptying the laundry basket into the washer, he smelled
something -- just the hint of something. But it was intriguing
enough that he paused to look through the load. And sniff the
panties. What with Emma, Alison, and her younger sister Kate,
there were lots of panties to sniff. A hint here, a hint there...
He set aside the panties where he smelled the hint. He did the
rest of the load and put away the clothes if he could figure out
where they went.

Emma was feeling pretty much better the next day. He brought in
the panties he'd set aside. "Whose are these?" he asked.

"Oh, you wouldn't know, would you?" said Emma with a laugh.
"They're Alison's. Why?"

"When I was doing the laundry yesterday, I thought I smelled
something on them."

"Oh? ... That would be weird."

"Absolutely. But I thought it was something worth noting."

"You're not making it up."

"No. I'm not sure, but I'm not making it up."

"She was just treated the day before yesterday. Those panties you
smelled had gone into the hamper before that."

That night, Emma asked Alison to rub her panties inside her slit
to make sure they had a good strong, fresh dose of her smell.
Alison didn't understand why, but was satisfied with Emma saying
it was an experiment.

Kevin didn't smell anything -- but that was no surprise, given
that she'd just been treated.

But as the days went by and it came time for Alison's next
treatment, Emma repeated it.

Kevin sniffed and looked at Emma. "That's it all right."

"Your own daughter!" said Emma, momentarily annoyed.

"Hey, I'm not doing anything. I'm just telling you what I smell.
I don't want to do it to Alison. I love her like a father, not
like that."

They found someone at the hospital on the first day that time.

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The next week, when it was time to get treated, things didn't go
so well. Alison went four full days at the hospital with no luck.
She was feeling pretty bad. On the morning of the fifth day she
was feeling worse than bad.

"Time to go in," said her mother.

"I want to die," groaned Alison.

"Oh, don't say that. I know it's hard and discouraging. But we'll
find you someone soon."

When they were set in the room, her mom said. "Something new. We
have a blindfold for you to wear. It's a new idea. Some people
say it might help. Keep it on no matter what, OK?"

"Yeah, OK." She felt so bad she didn't care and would agree to
anything.

Alison lay back on the bed, naked with legs spread wide, wishing
she was dead. She'd only been there fifteen minutes when her mom
said, "Here's someone who thinks he can maybe help."

"OK."

As miserable as she felt, it was still weird to see nothing as
she heard the guy come in, felt his weight on the bed, felt him
touch her thighs and hips briefly, then hold her open with one
hand -- and then the manly blunt knob on her girlish spot. It
slid in. He was one of the quiet ones, which was even stranger
with the blindfold on. She felt his thighs on hers and felt his
big cock pumping in and out -- but aside from that and some faint
rustling, she heard nothing. And of course she saw nothing. And
with her fever and aches she felt completely awful.

The strokes got faster, deeper, and then she heard the smallest
groan as the guy came.

At once she started feeling better. She'd never been this bad off
before, so the contrast had never been so stark.

"Oh, God, oh, that's amazing. Thank you so much." She had to see
who this person was who had helped her out. She tore off the
blindfold. And there was her father, wearing a blindfold of his
own, on top of her, panting, his stiff cock up her pussy.

"Dad!" she shrieked. It was a powerful mix of feelings. To be
feeling better, second by second, was amazing. But her dad?
Fucking her? Ewww!

"Yeah, it's me," he said, pulling out, turning away and pulling
his briefs back on. He didn't remove the blindfold right away.

"You knew... mom knew... that's why the blindfold?"

"Yeah, we were hoping... Mom told you to leave it on no matter
what, right?" He removed his.

"Yeah, but it felt so fantastic, the relief..."

With his trousers back on, he opened the door and called for Emma
to come in.

She rushed to Alison and said, "No blindfold! Well, at least it
worked. I can tell just by looking at you. Thank God it worked."

"Yeah, but it's Dad! Dad, why did you wear a blindfold?"

"Well... I love you, Alison. More than anything. But like a
daughter. I don't feel like doing it to you. I figured I couldn't
even do it if I could see who it was."

"Couldn't do it?"

"Like his penis wouldn't get hard."

"Oh." A couple times she'd been with a penis that didn't get hard
right away. "How did you know it would work?"

Her mom explained about the laundry and the underpants she'd
taken from her on those "test" occasions.

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It was the end of the second day at the hospital. No man had been
able to treat Alison.

"Could Dad do me again?"

"Oh, that was just that one emergency. When it was really
important. And who knows, maybe he couldn't help you any more.
Maybe you wouldn't have the right smell."

"That part we could find out."

"Yes, but it really should be a last resort."

"Why? I don't like hanging around the hospital all day and having
some random guy do it to me."

"Well..."

Incest was a serious matter, psychologically speaking. But then
having the disease and getting fucked by random men was a serious
matter too. Alison gratefully accepted her father's ejaculations
once a week.

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Kevin licked carefully between Emma's legs as she slowly wiggled
her hips around. He recognized the signs. He licked carefully,
feeling Emma on the verge and then... she gasped. Great!

He crawled up to lie beside her.

After she'd recovered, Emma reached down and felt his floppy
cock. "You never want to do it any more."

"That was a pretty nice orgasm, isn't that enough?"

"It was great, but... I'd like to feel desired."

"Well, with the girls, it works better if I can save it up."

"You just did Alison yesterday, so you'd still have a few days to
build up for Kate."

"Yeah, I guess. Would you like me to do you?"

"Not if it's a chore."

They were silent for several moments. He started kissing her. But
after several minutes, his cock was still soft. "You could use
your mouth to help me get ready."

She was the one pushing for this, so that seemed fair enough. She
sighed, but then gave a game smile and started licking and
sucking. Slowly his cock got long and hard.

"OK, that's great, thanks," he said, and rose to mounting
position. He found her opening and surged in. "Mmmm," he said.
"That's wonderful..." He started fucking.

Emma said, "I love it when you do me. Good and hard and fast like
that."

"Oh, it's fantastic for me," he said, closing his eyes. "Oh,
mmmm, Emma, yes!" he said as he came.

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When 6-year-old Kate had come down with the disease four months
earlier there had been that guy at the doctor's office who'd done
it to her. That was yucky.

They said she'd have to have some guy do that to her every week
for years and years. The next week she'd gone to the doctor for
her "shot". And while the guy gave her the shot, it didn't make
her feel better.

Over the next week she knew her parents were talking about it in
hushed conversations she couldn't hear, and Alison joined them
sometimes.

It was Alison who came to see her.

"About getting treated for your disease."

"Yeah?"

"It was easier for me, because for a while anyone could treat me.
Great Uncle Bill did it for a long time."

"He's nice."

"Yeah, but apparently he can't do girls any more. Something
medical. Besides, you're already where you need a specific guy.
So you've got a choice. You can go into this hospital place where
you wait. Sometimes you wait a long time. Then some guy comes in
and does it to you and then you're treated -- maybe. Or maybe
it's a false alarm. Or sometimes you don't find anyone for a
couple days, and then if you're like me you feel bad. I used to
do all that."

"I remember you feeling bad. It was sad."

"Thanks. Well, then we found another way. Once a week, a man I
love comes in to my room when it's totally dark, and he does it
to me. Quick. And it always works."

"Who?"

"Dad."

"Dad?" said Katy, making a face.

"Yeah, well, you don't even have to think about it being him. But
he thinks he can help you out. He's always been able to help me."

Even if it was a little weird, one night with Dad sounded better
than waiting around a hospital for strange guys for days at a
time.

So that first time she waited in the dark, and her daddy came in.
She couldn't see him very well, and he didn't say anything. But
he stuck his penis in her, wiggled it back and forth for a couple
minutes, and then moaned when he did his business. Her blah
feeling went away and she knew he'd treated her. And that was
that.

She got used to the pattern. Daddy came in and treated her by
sticking his penis in her vagina every Thursday night.

After a few weeks, he hesitated after his moan told her he was
done. And instead of leaving he lay down beside her. That was
nice! She liked snuggling with her daddy. He left after a few
minutes.

It got to be a habit. Some extra snuggling with daddy.

Once, she said, "Daddy, you want to know something funny?"

"What, Katy dear?"

"When you're doing it -- you know, going in and out -- it feels
good down there. Is that normal?"

He looked at her then in a different way, and she felt a little
shy.

"Um, yeah, it's normal. Women feel that way when they do it. I
guess some girls do and some don't. But you're one of the ones
who does."

"Oh."

"You can get those feelings yourself, you know. With your
fingers."

"Oh. Like this?" she said, doing the obvious thing of poking her
finger in and out of her vagina.

"Uh, no, well, at least that's not what I was thinking. Want me
to show you?"

"Yeah!"

And so his hand dipped between her legs and she felt things that
were better, like stroking on the outside. She learned to do them
herself. Over the course of a couple minutes it felt better and
better.

"Hey, your penis got hard again."

"So it did. Happens sometimes."

"Can you stick it in me again?"

"I've already treated you."

"But would you please? I'd really like it? Please?"

He hesitated. "Mom and Alison wouldn't understand. You've got to
promise never to tell them."

"I promise, I promise!"

"Well, OK," he said.

After fiddling with herself, her daddy's penis going in and out
felt even better!

"OK, so how's that?" he said after a couple minutes, starting to
slide out.

"No, no! I want more."

"Well, OK," he said and pumped in and out. "Maybe... Maybe I
should treat you again, just to be sure?"

"OK!" Anything was OK, she just didn't want the good feelings to
stop.

It kept feeling good as he went faster and deeper and his penis
got harder. He gasped at the point she knew he was shooting the
stuff into her, and suddenly her world exploded in a haze of
pleasure.

His penis slid out, but she didn't mind. She felt satisfied!

"I guess you had an orgasm!" he said. "Girls and women can get
them too. It's how I feel when I shoot the stuff into you. If you
use your fingers you can make an orgasm happen when you're alone
too." After another minute or two he excused himself and left.
She was nearly asleep and didn't mind.

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Katy caught her daddy alone late one afternoon. "I can never get
that orgasm thing, no matter how hard I try."

He whispered, "Sorry, hey, I didn't mean to make you
frustrated... Maybe you should stop playing with yourself if it's
frustrating."

But Katy couldn't stop fiddling with herself. She didn't want to
stop.

Thursday night came around. She lay in bed rubbing herself as she
waited for him to come in. It felt great, she just wanted that
orgasm thing again.

When her daddy arrived and stuck it in, there was an extra good
feeling to it.

She felt more and more excited as she felt him getting excited,
and when he did his excited squirt, she shivered and sighed and
had her own happy ending again!

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Kevin did Alison once a week. He did Emma now and then -- he
tried for every month. But Katy -- Katy was different. She was a
beautiful girl to start with, with her big brown eyes and wavy
brown hair and that face. She always got herself good and hot
before he came in to see her. She craved his penetration, she
loved his fucking motion, and she always came when he did. Sex
with 7-year-old Katy was magnificent. She was just a little girl,
and the word "pedophile" came uneasily to mind. But that didn't
matter somehow -- it was still magnificent.

She wanted it more than once a week. They had quiet little fights
about it. He explained how he had to save his stuff for Alison,
and how it would be bad if anyone found out.

But Katy was resourceful.

Emma and Alison went out to shop in the big city, an hour away.

"Daddy, can you help me?" she said, and he came in to her
bedroom.

There she was, naked from the waist down on her bed, fingers
rubbing.

"Help me finish? Please, daddy."

He'd just done Alison the night before.

"Well, OK," he said, ditching his trousers and mounting his
little girl.

It only took a couple minutes, and like clockwork she came just
as he did.

Another day, he went down to his wood shop, where Emma and the
girls never went. But he found Katy there, sitting on the edge of
the workbench, legs wide apart, panties around her ankles,
fingers sliding rhythmically over her sexy girl parts.

"Katy! You bad girl!" he hissed.

But there she sat, with her big puppy dog eyes, saying, "Please?"

He rapidly got hard, he fished his cock out, and he took her on
the edge of the workbench. They both came in 30 seconds.

Emma decided to take Alison away with her for a summer weekend to
have a special time just the two of them, while Kevin and Katy
would have some time to themselves. The plan was on a later
weekend they'd pair off the other way. In the lead-up to the
weekend Kevin and Katy talked a little about what they'd do. Go
to the zoo? Take a special hike? Go to the pool? Katy was happy
to talk about it, but reluctant to make a specific plan.

After Emma and Alison had driven away, Kevin asked, "So, what
will it be?"

"Read me a story," said Katy. She picked one, Kevin sat on the
living room sofa and Katy snuggled up beside him. As he started
reading, Katy's hand disappeared up under her dress and he could
tell she was wiggling. That was OK. Masturbation was natural.

As he kept reading, he was aware of the rhythmic motion. And he
was aware of his cock getting hard. Katy became aware of it too,
because her hand reached out to gently cover his bulge. He
stopped reading.

"Can you do it to me?" asked Katy.

It was a form of father-daughter bonding. It would feel good.
She'd get it out of her system.

"OK," he said smiling, and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"In mommy's bed!" said Katy.

Kevin figured that was OK. He'd change the sheets later.

So there they were, both completely naked, Katy laid out with
legs apart, gently rubbing and looking hungrily at his stiff
cock.

"Oh, in my vagina, in my vagina! Please?"

"OK," he said. He mounted, he aimed, and he surged inside her hot
pussy. It gave him a hot, slick hug, like it always did.

"Treat me, treat me!" she said, pushing her pelvis up at him.

"OK, I'd be delighted to treat you." He surged in, fast and deep.
He fucked away, and she moaned with excitement as he pounded in
and out. "Ready for the medicine?" he panted.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she said.

A hundred more delicious thrusts and he climaxed, squirting semen
way up her vagina. She instantly cried out and shuddered with
pleasure.

It was nice to be able to lie intertwined for many minutes,
unworried about who might wonder why they were lingering together
when the treatment was over. Or, if it wasn't an official
treatment session, who might discover them together at all.

"So, that was nice," Kevin said. "What now?"

"Maybe a walk by the river," Katy said.

That was a short drive, and Kevin agreed. As he glanced back on
the drive he noticed her hand was under the harness of the car
seat, between her legs.

As they walked by the river, Katy seemed subdued.

"Is something wrong?"

"I want to put my hand in my panties again. And then I want you
to do it to me again."

"Oh." This surely wasn't the sort of father-daughter bonding Emma
had in mind.

"Can we go home now?"

"Well, I guess."

Back home, Katy said, "Can we take a bath together?"

"A bath?"

"We used to, remember?"

"Yeah, but you were much smaller."

"So?"

"So..." He was going to talk about how big girls needed privacy
and boundaries. But with her disease she couldn't have any strict
boundaries. The two of them had gone further than medical
necessity anyway. So... "OK," he said.

Neither of them was very dirty, but they went through the motions
of getting clean. But then they sat at opposite ends of the tub.
Katy slid her fingers between her legs and rubbed, eyes on
Kevin's cock. The net effect was levitation. It got hard, and
Katy smiled. She looked around. "How can we do it in here?"

"You shouldn't just assume that because my cock gets hard I'm
willing to do it to you."

"Oh," said Katy, sobering up.

He smiled. "But in this case, if you're willing, I'd love to
slide it into your vagina."

Katy relaxed and looked around again.

"Here's an idea. I'll lie back like this... You come up and kind
of sit on my thighs.... You ready to take it all the way inside?"

"Yup!" said Katy.

"Well, then lift yourself up..."

Kevin lay back in the tub and watched his gorgeous little
daughter mounting above him, aiming his cock, and then engulfing
it inside herself as she slid downward.

"Oh, this is fun!" said Katy. "What now?"

"Well, you have to do the work. You move yourself up and down."

"Oh!" she said, and proceeded to slide up and down energetically.

To Kevin it felt fantastic.

She started panting and stopped. "But how can I make you
ejaculate into me?"

"Not so easy, I guess," he said. "But I know a way, you sexy
little girl." He was already pretty excited, and with his hands
he held her little bottom and pelvis an inch up above him. And
then he fucked in from below, fast.

Katy giggled. The frantic motion set the water surging in odd
directions, with occasional waves splashing over the edge and
onto the bathroom floor.

But Kevin didn't giggle. He was looking at his wet, sexy
daughter, legs spread wide and her pussy giving his cock its
signature hot and wet embrace as he fucked it hard.

Katy locked eyes with him and her face went slack with pleasure
and acceptance. And within a minute of sharpest desire he surged
upward, lifting her six inches into the air as he climaxed and
pulsed his sperm into her. Beautiful Katy's eyes lost focus and
she gasped.

It was after lunch, the two lazing in the marital bed once more,
in post-orgasmic bliss.

Kevin drifted off to sleep, and woke up to the feel and sound of
a rhythmic motion. He opened his eyes to find Katy rubbing
between her legs. She smiled when she saw him looking at her.

Katy was sexy, but his cock was tired. It did not get hard. She
looked at him questioningly.

"Penises have limits," he said. "They get tired and need time to
rest."

"Oh, OK," said Katy, disappointed. She lay down with her face
right by his penis and looked at it. "I'm sorry you're tired. I
think you're wonderful. I'm so glad you squirted sperm into mom
so I could be born -- and Alison too. And I'm so glad you treat
me to keep me from getting sick -- and Alison too. And I'm so, so
glad you make my vagina so happy she can have orgasms and feel
satisfied. Not Alison, I guess. But I wouldn't mind... What can I
do for you, Mr. Penis?" She looked at Kevin.

He smiled and thought. "Well, a penis loves to be inside things.
When it's big and strong it loves to force its way into vaginas
--"

"Mmmmm!" interrupted Katy.

"But when it's little it could still be happy being inside a nice
warm place."

Katy looked at him, puzzled.

"Like your mouth -- only if you want."

"Oh! That sounds nice."

She immediately took the floppy thing into her mouth. After a
moment, she popped it out and said, "I'll pretend my mouth is a
vagina."

Kevin smiled with amazement. And Katy slid her lips back and
forth, forcing the little floppy tube in and out. It felt
fantastic. He sighed his pleasure, and Katy kept making love to
the little, insignificant thing with her tongue.

It was many minutes later that the little, insignificant thing
decided it had rested enough. It started swelling in her mouth.
Katy's eyes lit up as she kept moving it in and out. Her hand
slid between her legs and she started her rhythmic motion.

"Mr. Penis appreciates your mouth being a make-believe vagina. So
what would you like him to do now he's big and strong again?"

"Oh, my real vagina. In it. Make it go in. Whenever Mr. Penis is
big and strong, Miss Vagina wants him to fill her up and poke in
and out!"

Katy lay back and spread for the taking. Kevin mounted and surged
Mr. Penis into Miss Vagina. He fucked it in and out. Fifteen
minutes went by.

"Is Mr. Penis going to piddle in me to make me happy?" Katy
asked.

"When he gets tired, that can take some extra time too. I'm
afraid all he can do at this point is to go in and out. No
piddling any time soon. Is that OK?"

"Oh, that's OK!" said Katy. "It feels nice. He can go in and out
forever."

Kevin smiled. "You ever hear of the expression, 'Pee or get off
the pot'?"

"No, but I can tell what it means," she said with a smile. "Mr.
Penis can poke in and out of the pot for as long as he wants even
if he never pees at all." She lay back and closed her eyes with a
relaxed contentment that struck Kevin as very feminine.

On and on he fucked, each stroke feeling great. But eventually
there was an itch -- a desire to finish. And he built on the
itch. It wasn't going to be easy to come, but he really wanted
to.

"If Mr. Penis wanted to make some more piddle, would you like
that? Would you help him?"

"Sure!" said Katy.

"Even if it didn't make you have a happy orgasm?"

She hesitated. "Sure, OK..."

He pulled out, and his stiff cock sprang up between them. "Could
I stick it in your mouth, just a little?"

Katy nodded and opened her lips to take his tip inside, looking
up with her trusting little girl eyes.

God, she was beautiful! And so sweet! He started wanking himself.
She flicked with her tongue. It felt fantastic, and it felt
better and better. He was going to come soon. How would she react
to sperm in her mouth? He wasn't sure. In his building pleasure
he reached the point of no return and made a decision.

"Oh, Katy, Katy!" he moaned, pulling his cock back from her mouth
and plunging it into her vagina, one single fast surge to get it
all the way in. And there, way inside, his tip spurted its little
gift.

Katy's eyes opened wide with surprise at the sudden change of
body cavity that the organ occupied, then gave a plaintive moan
and shuddered violently as she orgasmed.

"Mmmmmm," she said after a minute. "That was even nicer because I
wasn't expecting it!"

They lay intertwined for several minutes and both fell asleep.
When they got up they showered separately and got dressed and he
took her out to a nice dinner at Olive Garden, her favorite
restaurant. Afterward they had ice cream sundaes. And then later
they fell asleep curled up together in the big bed. Mr. Penis was
up for one more vaginal squirt in the morning the next day, and
another in the afternoon, but it was the memory of the marathon
Saturday that they both remembered as the peak of their
incestuous sexual relationship.

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When Alison got to puberty, she got an IUD so her daddy wouldn't
accidentally make her pregnant. The same for Katy a few years
later.

The doctors wanted to test if the girls were getting over the
illness, so they tried to go longer between treatments. Alison
was eager to do the experiments. By the time she was 15, she was
all better.

Katy was reluctant to do the tests, but she did the first one
anyway when she was 12. She and her daddy had to stop not just
the official treatments but the other one a week they usually did
in secret. But she felt worse again when she'd gone two weeks
without treatment. Then there came the time when she didn't feel
worse, not physically, but she felt bad about daddy not doing it
to her so much. Eventually her daddy caught on. He was a smart
daddy. He confessed he'd actually figured it out a little
earlier, but he didn't want to do it less often either.

But then Katy got interested in boys. She started having crushes.
Something about the change made her less interested in daddy. And
then one day she realized she'd gone four weeks without daddy and
she hadn't noticed. She went to see him in private.

"You don't have to treat me any more," she said.

"Yep, you're right. You're a big girl now." His eyes were misty.

She bit her lip. "You want to do it one last time?"

"If you'd really like that, I'd be willing."

"Just willing?"

"No, I'd really like it."

So one Thursday night, Katy went to bed at 11pm as usual. Kevin
let himself in at 11:30 and locked the door behind him. He slid
off his robe and briefs and slipped into bed next to Katy.

Katy got ready with her fingers. Kevin knew just when she was
ready to be mounted, they'd been doing it so long. They looked
into each other's eyes as he surged in and out.

Their mutual pleasure built, and after holding off longer than
usual, he finally came, and she came with him.

They lay together as they caught their breath.

"So, now we're just daddy and daughter," she said.

"Yup, now we are. And that's a lot. A whole lot!"

"You're right, daddy. It is a whole lot. I love you."

"And I love you. A whole lot."

"We did it because we had to. And so we did it a little more than
we had to. It was good, right?"

"It was just fine. It was wonderful."

"But you never did it extra with Alison."

"No."

"Why?"

"I don't know. She never encouraged it. But I love her just as
much."

"I know you do."

After a pause, he reached down beside the bed to bring up a
package. "A present."

"Oh?" She opened it and saw an electric massage device. "A
vibrator?"

"Yes. You never know... Maybe you'll be able to come without
needing a penis."

"Oh, that's so nice of you, daddy!" She paused. "Actually, I've
been able to do that for a couple years now."

"Oh! That's great." He paused. "And you never said because you
didn't want me to feel less necessary."

"Yeah," said Katy. "Was I wrong?"

"No, that was very kind. But I'm glad you have more options now.
Very glad."

"I'm really glad to have the vibrator anyway."

"Good." After another several seconds, he slowly got out of bed
and put his robe on again. Then he paused and got an impish grin.
He reached down and patted between Katy's legs. From six inches
away, he said, "Goodbye, Miss Vagina."

She laughed. "Goodbye, Mr. Penis," she said, touching the small
bulge in his briefs.


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