Katy's Naughty Dreams
by Sterling

Part 2 of 2


Katy's Dream: Naughty Little Girls Make Men Have To Do It To Them

Katy had gone with her family to live for a year with her cousins in that strange foreign country they called home. She'd heard rumors.

"What's it like with the men?" she asked her cousin Elizabeth, a couple years older.

"The men?"

"With that thing they do with the girls?"

"Oh, they're nice. Because we make them think naughty thoughts, they want to stick their thingies into that hole between your legs."

"And you let them?"

"Oh, of course you let them. It's our fault they want to. If we were good girls we wouldn't make them feel like doing it to us. It's not bad once you get used to it. Everyone knows men have to do it and when a man asks a girl she's got to spread her legs for him. When he sees a girl who tempts him he's just got to do it to her."

"What's it like? Does it hurt?"

"No, we're all stretched out first, right?"

Katy nodded. That had been part of getting ready to go to the new country.

"Your hole looks tiny, but it can stretch to take a really big penis thingie -- and some of them are really big! The men are often really nice about it. They'll kiss you and rub you and say nice things, but you can tell they're just itching to stick it in you, and they usually do before long. Others just stare at you, get you somewhere horizontal, and stick it in. It's kind of fun from the rear. You just feel this huge blunt thing stuffing you from behind, then shoving in and out really quick."

"Oh."

"And it always ends the same. They get real excited and tense and their thingies get even bigger, and then they spurt their stuff up into your hole."

"Ewwww."

"Nah, it's not bad. Men have to do it. And girls are just made to take it. If we can't keep ourselves from making the men need it, we certainly have to have the holes so they can do it and have to let them in. Then the stuff dribbles out, and you gotta sop it up somehow. It's a girl's job to take care of a man's mess."

"Why don't they?"

"Them? Girls are meant to serve men -- that's the way things are if the world is going right. And the mess is up inside our bodies, so how are they supposed to deal with it?"

"Oh."

"And the great thing is how happy they are. You get to make a man happy, just by having a nice little hole that's stretchy and can take a big penis. And making men happy is what girls are for."

"I thought you said if we were good they wouldn't be that way."

"Yeah, that's true, but since we're bad and they have to do it, then it's good if they're happy about the bad thing we made them do."

"How often does it happen?"

"Oh, for me it's a couple times a week. But you're awfully cute. Blond hair and those big blue eyes. You might get it more often."

So Katy was a little nervous when her uncle came into her bedroom. What would it be like to finally have a man do it to her?

"You nervous, Katy?" he asked in his funny accent.

She just nodded.

He sat beside her and caressed her cheek, then kissed it. "You want to play some, or you just want to me to do it to you?"

"Just do it," she whispered.

"OK, let's see what you've got."

Katy lay back and hitched her dress up around her middle. She wasn't wearing any panties and she spread her legs wide, like she'd been told.

"Oh, baby," said the man, pulling down his shorts and briefs. "You sure are bad for making me think these thoughts!"

"I'm sorry," she said. Were girls really bad for making men think that, or was that just a funny idea they had in this country?

He mounted her, working himself into position, and she felt the blunt knob of his cock against her private spot. Then he pushed, and her tissues gave way. His cock was thick and as he worked more and more of it into her she felt totally stuffed. He began moving it back and forth, and she couldn't believe how deep he was inside her body.

"Oh, baby, I can't last!" he said, picking up his pace, thrusting deeper and deeper, faster and faster, and a few seconds later he let out a big, "Aaaaahhhhh!" and she knew he was doing his mess up inside her. And that was all there was to it. She'd felt stuffed halfway up her tummy, but it was OK. Kind of warm actually.

A couple seconds later he pulled out. "Ah, see what you made me do?" he said, chiding gently, pointing to his slick cock and the goop oozing out of her pussy. "Well, let's go to the bathroom and you can clean it up. First take your dress off."

She'd been told about this part too. He took off his shirt so they were both naked, then scooped her up in his arms and looked at her with a friendly smile as he carried her to the bathroom.

"Oh, look, you leaked on my arm too! Bad girl!"

"Sorry," she said. She couldn't see right away how she could help leaking, but it must be her fault.

"Well, get the warm water going in the tub... Good, now squat in there and clean yourself off..."

She splashed and rubbed warm water all over her pussy parts and the goop washed away.

"Now do me," he said, kneeling on the floor by the faucet end of the tub, pressing his pelvis forward so his cock and balls were just over the tub.

With a bit more hesitation, she used the warm water to clean off his thingie. "A little more," he said, so she did it a few more times. It looked like it was getting harder again.

"Mmmmm," he said. "Say, do you have to pee? You think you could?"

She hesitated and stood up, heading to the toilet.

"Nah, just do it right there in the tub. There's no harm... And just do it standing up straight like that, no need to squat."

It took her a little while to let go in that unfamiliar position. They had strange customs in this country. But soon a little trickle of pee dribbled forth from her front.

"Ah, that's nice," he said. "But, oh, look what you've done!" He pointed to his thoroughly hard cock. "You've made me have to do it to you again! Just clean yourself off and get the pee all rinsed away... Good, now on your knees, like a doggy." He climbed in the tub behind her, and she had fun for a moment pretending to be a doggy. But he with his hands molded her into position with her butt up in the air.

"Aw, you really shouldn't make me do this," he said. Seconds later she felt his knob plumbing her depths from the rear, and it went in smoothly, but even deeper than before. He pumped in and out, grunting.

He pressed harder and harder, grunting louder, grappling her hips with his hands. Then he gasped and held himself in her deep, before relaxing.

"Ah, that felt good!" he said, pulling out, more goop running out of her.

"Well, that's it for now, honey. It was nice to see you, but you should learn not to make men have to do naughty things to you, OK?"

"OK," she said. The two of them dried off and returned to her room to get dressed, and he left.

It hadn't been bad, not really.

The next afternoon three guys came, one after the other, and despite her best try at thinking she wasn't the kind of girl a man would want to do that too, she failed because every one of them had to do it and ejaculated his mess up inside her. They didn't ask her to clean them up, but she was trotting to the bathroom after each one to clean herself up. Two of them had to do it to her again. That evening a couple more came and did their thing inside her pussy.

"You are so beautiful, that's the problem," said her daddy. He never did anything to her. At least she was good enough to not make her daddy do it! Other little girls from the country, including Elizabeth, weren't so good to her daddy, and he had to do it to them. "Men hear about you, and they really want to see how pretty you are. But then you're always naughty and make them have those thoughts about sex, so they have to do it to you. You can't keep from making them do that?"

"I try," she said, tearing up briefly. "Honest, I do!"

"Well, that's OK, but you should try harder."

"OK, daddy," she said.

The doorbell rang, and it was another man who wanted to have a look at pretty little Katy. But whatever it was she always did, she did it again, and so she made him have to do it to her. And he did.

When he was caressing her body afterward, he said, "You want to know a secret, Katy?"

She nodded.

"You know how you're bad for making us want to do it to you?"

"Sorry..." she said.

He paused and looked at her. "Oh, never mind," he said. "Look what you've done to me!" he said, pointing to his rising cock.

"Already?" she said, glancing at his organ. "Do I need to go clean up?"

"No, don't worry," he said. "I'll take a bath in my own sperm," he laughed. "And besides, I don't want to wait that long. There you go, on your back... You know just what to do, don't you?"

Katy smiled.

He grunted and pushed and stuffed her in seconds. "You're so pretty, and this feels so good," he said. "And I'm going to spurt off into you again." And when he did strain and tense and groan, she felt kind of happy. She was just being a little girl -- a bad little girl who made men think naughty thoughts, but it seemed most little girls were bad that way. He was just being a man, the way men were.

Katy spent her afternoons and evenings in the bathtub. There were so many men that she needed to be right there to clean up so she'd be ready for the next huge cock. Man after man let himself into the bathroom, naked, cock rising rapidly if it wasn't already stiff. And he quickly let it be known just how he wanted her to put herself so he could stick it in the way he wanted. Sometimes she sat on the edge of the tub and he knelt in front of her before jamming it in. Sometimes she bent over the tub with her knees on the outside, hands on the inside and he stuffed her from the rear. Sometimes a man held her against the tub wall and shafted her soundly as they both stood. Some just had her lie down on the bathmat and spread her legs and took her from the top, filling her stretchy pussy with his big meat. But one way or the other, they all stuffed her, all stabbed in and out rapidly, and all left their messes up inside her. And each time she apologized and then cleaned herself. She always squatted and stuck a finger up inside to get some of the guy's junk out before washing the whole area with warm water.

Sometimes she cleaned off the men's cocks too though often a man just cleaned himself up with some toilet paper. But then the next cock appeared, driven by a man into her pussy from some angle or other, and it too spurted rhythmically. Sometimes she could feel the cock twitching as it disgorged its load.

Her daddy woke her up in the middle of the night sometimes when there were more local visitors. She could just lie in bed then with legs spread, half asleep, while the men mounted, thrust and spurted. Apparently they wanted it so bad they didn't mind the previous guy's sperm up there, and when she got up in the morning the sheet was a sticky mess from where she'd leaked onto it.

But slowly something bad happened, something so terrible she didn't dare tell a soul. It started feeling a little good when a man stuck his cock into her and went in and out -- the in and out was the part that made her feel good. Then when he pulled out it stopped, but when the next one went in, it felt good sooner and then felt a little better than before. She discovered that if she moved her hand a certain way when she was rinsing her outer pussy parts off, that felt good too, like when her fingers went upward slowly. And then she really wanted the next man's cock to stuff her and go in and out. And then one day, when she was on her back and a man was doing it to her that way, going in and out, pressing their pubic bones together gently but firmly each time, on and on, she suddenly felt this big wave of pleasure like nothing else before. She didn't know what it was and he didn't seem to notice. But she knew she must be a very, very bad girl. Because she wanted those men to do it to her. Her role was to help men feel good, not to feel good herself! It must be her secret desire to have good feelings herself that had made those men want to do it to her in the first place.

She continued to do her duty as best she could, but a couple times a day, on average, she had one of those amazing bursts of pleasure, and it felt good most of the rest of the time too. Good in her body, but in her mind she knew she was very, very bad.

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John was surprised. No wonder she'd thought her dreams were bad. Somehow she'd gotten a story from a culture where men did it to little girls whenever they felt like it, and blamed the girls for making them do it! He felt like reassuring her that the real world was nothing like that, but then of course he'd have to admit he listened to the tapes. He kept an eye on Katy and fortunately she seemed as happy and well adjusted as ever.

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Katy's Dream: The Crown Princess's Pussy of Truth

Katy was the Crown Princess, the most important person in the land except for her father, King John. And in a way she was more important, because if he died, she'd become the queen and when she had children they'd carry on the line. But if she died, there was no other heir to the throne.

One of His Majesty's customs was to have his men scout the countryside for attractive young women. The men brought them, he examined them in batches and decided which to accept and reject, and then he fucked them, right there in the household with Katy and the servants watching. Other people fucked in private, but not the King! Katy never knew her mother, because she'd died giving birth to Katy. The King wanted a male heir, and instead of marrying he decided to fuck an endless stream of fair young maidens from his kingdom, then send them back home. Some got pregnant, but he was very suspicious. Who was to say that he was the father, rather than some lowly village lad? Several times women had returned to present little 2-year-old sons, claiming they were his and didn't they look just like the King? A couple times her father seemed ready to believe them, but Katy always remarked in an offhand manner that the boys really didn't look like him, and with his suspicious side reinforced, he rejected them.

Katy watched the faces of the women as His Majesty screwed them. Some came in looking excited, others resigned, and others sullen and resentful. But no matter how they arrived, when their underparts were exposed and her father's Royal Phallus had been pumping in and out of them for a minute, it was clear they all felt pleasure, even the ones who were sullen. And when her daddy shot the Royal Seed, they all looked really vague and happy, just like her father himself looked. She overheard them sometimes in the anterooms whispering about how the King had some magic that made his partners always have orgasms. Apparently most men didn't make their women happy like that when they fucked them.

Katy had been asking about sex since she was a young girl, but when she turned 9 she decided to do something about it. When she watched her daddy fucking away, she felt warm and tingly between her own legs. If those women felt good all the time, why shouldn't she? Finally she made up her mind and asked a young page if he'd be willing to fuck her, but he refused in the most emphatic terms, begging for mercy. She asked another and he reacted exactly the same way. When she approached a third, he ran away before she could speak.

She decided to bring her favorite lady's maid in on the plan. She thought it unseemly of her to want to get fucked at age 9 by court pages, but of course her job was to keep the Crown Princess happy, so her disapproval was expressed politely and not repeated after Her Royal Highness expressed her displeasure. She did get her to explain why the pages reacted as they did, however. If her father found out a page was even looking at the Princess in "that way", he'd probably have the man kneeling with head on the chopping block before sundown. The Princess understood this very well as it pertained to men who approached her against her wishes, but what if she was asking for the attention? This would matter very little, she said, as surely Her Royal Highness's chastity was being guarded most zealously for the time she would be married to a high Prince of some other lineage. Princess Katy knew about the future marriage part, of course. Since she had been a small girl an endless stream of princely sorts had tried to gain her favor. They mostly just seemed peculiar. As she got older she realized that becoming her husband the Prince Consort would constitute a fabulous leap in power. So they tried a little too hard to impress her and came off as phony and very nervous.

The pages turned her down, but Katy was a resourceful lass, and she devised a simple plan.

"Hello, Your Majesty," she said and curtseyed.

"Hello, my sweet Katy, light of my life. What can I do for you this evening?'

"I want to get fucked."

"Excuse me?"

"I want to get fucked."

"Do you even know what that word means, young lady?" he said, his brow darkening.

"Of course, daddy. You're fucking the young maidens from around the kingdom all the time. Right out in the main chamber."

"Well, I suppose one could say that, though I don't think that is a proper term for it," he said, a bit uncomfortable.

"You say it all the time. 'Let's get on with the fucking, lass.' 'Wasn't that a fine fuck, you sweet thing?' 'Oh, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, Oooohhhh!' 'Want a fucky-wucky you little -- '"

"OK, OK!" said her father, turning a bit pink. "So perhaps I use that term. I am the King. I can say whatever I want."

"Daddy, I want men to have sexual intercourse with me."

"You what?"

"I see them. All the women get really happy when you fuck them, and I want that too."

"Why, that is totally out of the question, you impudent little spawn!"

"Why, daddy? Why can't I feel good too?"

"You know that, my dear princess. Your virtue is to be preserved for your husband. Your virtue is at the heart of the honor of the kingdom! You will know but one man in that way, your husband, who, God willing, will plant in your womb an heir -- preferably several."

"What about you? You don't just fuck one woman."

"Will you stop using that word! I was married to your mother the Queen, may she rest in peace. When she died, I elected not to remarry, so I am not untrue to wedding vows."

"You could marry again."

"I do not care to."

"I'm not married. I don't have any wedding vows."

"But you will be, my dear, and you must be a virgin!"

"Why's it different for me and you? I'm too young to have any babies anyway, so the Prince Consort won't have to worry about that."

"Oh, my child, you are too young to understand."

Katy fumed, her eyes narrowing to slits. She hated when her daddy talked that way.

He continued, "Besides, as you are so young, you couldn't even physically engage in sexual intercourse."

"I get wet sometimes when I watch you fucking away. When I play around with myself down there it feels good. And I've poked around up inside my parts. I think a penis would fit up there just fine."

Her father looked pale. "You've been abusing yourself? Tampering with your maidenhead? Oh, my goodness!"

"I want to get fucked, daddy. So I can feel good like you, and like all the women do."

Her father turned red. "No, no, no!" he bellowed, shaking his fist. "I as your father and as absolute sovereign and ruler of this land forbid it! We wish never to hear of the matter again! You will remain a virgin until your wedding night!"

Katy held her father's gaze with her own steely gaze, then turned on her heel and left.

She was banned from the common areas when her father was fucking virgins so her mind would be tempted no further in such an unhealthy direction, but that made her want it even more.

But she had her methods. She knew that she was the only person in the world her father really trusted or had an emotional bond with. At first she refused to speak to him. When he commanded a reply she answered in monosyllables. At intervals he would ask what was troubling her, and she just said it was the same as before. He tried yelling, he tried pleading, he tried buying her gifts. But she was immovable. Her daddy would get no hint of affection from her until she got her way.

Finally he came to her in tears.

"I can't deny you anything, my princess. I can't stand to see you so miserable. Are you sure I cannot talk you out of this mad scheme of losing your virtue?"

She shook her head, level gaze fixed on her father, passionless.

"Oh, all right, then!" he said. "If it will bring you back to me, then I will allow it."

Katy's face brightened at once and she leapt into her father's lap, covering him with kisses. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" she said.

"Oh, that's my Katy!" said the king, hugging her back and sighing with relief. He even cried a little.

She insisted that her deflowering be done in private, while he insisted on being able to pick the man. The king understood the mortal danger a man knew himself to be in should the princess or king be displeased, and the ill effect of mortal fear on sexual performance in the male. The lad chosen for deflowering Katy was barely 13, a rather simple and optimistic fellow, a virgin himself and also chosen for having a notably small penis. Since Katy showed not the slightest sign of sexual development, he was also chosen as one who found young girls attractive. In his simple way he had noted this fact to others.

Katy was excited and nervous as she lay naked on her canopy bed. The boy entered and removed his shirt and breeches. His penis was more long than floppy already, and when he looked at Katy's vulva, it hardened rapidly as his eyes lit up with lust.

"You want me to..."

"Yes," said Katy softly, unable to find her commanding royal persona.

"Well, OK, then!" he said. "You're --" but thought better of continuing. He mounted, aimed, and pressed. He entered Katy easily and began a frantic fucking motion -- which ended in his climax seconds later. He withdrew, panting.

"Was, was that OK, your, uh, Royal Highness?"

"Fine, thank you," she said. "Dismissed." It had all happened so fast, but she'd done it. His penis had fit easily, and she had lost the virginity which had hung around her neck like a millstone.

The princess having reported his adequate performance, he returned the following day and lasted long enough for Katy to consider what it really felt like to get fucked. It felt good, she decided. He then was returned to his village with a tale to tell the rest of his life.

A series of boys were found, all sharing a lust for flat chests, skinny hips, and bald pussies. The series increased gradually in age and penis size.

A tentative observation from one boy was followed by confirmation from another and then another. A glance at Katy's vulva was mesmerizing in a way that no other female vulva was. The erection hardened and the urge to mount and mate was much stronger than usual. A few brave grown men who normally had no attraction to young girls were sent one by one to glance at this part of the princess's anatomy. They gulped and hastily withdrew from her chamber with eyes wide. It was true! No one knew how young she was when she had acquired this property, for no male eyes had rested on her private parts in her entire life up to that point.

On hearing this news, the King sneaked a peek, and he was the one man who felt nothing at all. There was apparently some block on his desire to prevent incest.

Katy had her first orgasm while being screwed by an 18-year-old. During their third encounter in one afternoon, he had managed to last a full minute without shooting his load. As she came, her pussy squeezed and the boy came at once too. It felt magnificent. With time she learned how her body worked and how to control her response. She felt great pleasure as soon as a penis penetrated her vagina, and as soon as she squeezed hard, she and her partner would both experience intense orgasms, assuming he hadn't come already. She decided this was by far the most fun thing she had ever done.

And then it happened. A 19-year-old was probing the depths of the princess with his very hard penis, face showing obvious pleasure. Katy squeezed and observed through her own fog of pleasure the boy's climax as she felt the spurts going into her young pussy. But then his face contorted into agony and he withdrew, writhing on the bed. Katy was naturally distraught and rang for a servant, who helped the boy hobble out of the room, still in pain. The symptoms did not abate, instead increasing in intensity, and within 24 hours he was dead. The doctors could find nothing wrong. The boy confessed near the end that he had stolen a large sum of money from a local merchant, and it was later found buried just where he said it was.

Katy at first limited herself to a couple of new boys each week. Boys were soon replaced by grown men as it was determined her pussy could quite comfortably accommodate a penis of any size. But her appetites were awakened, and she wanted more.

A second man entered his agony after spurting into Katy's depths, and his demise followed the same course as the first. At the end he confessed to having raped a neighbor's daughter a few years before, a story the girl confirmed when asked in confidence by the king's men. The pattern was certainly intriguing, and the rumor spread. A third man, a well-to-do tradesman, confessed in his death throes that he had altered his father's will to leave the entirety of the estate to him, while his two brothers received nothing.

This intriguing pattern affected no one quite as personally as Katy. On reflection, she had to admit that her orgasms at the moment of the three criminals' ejaculations had been the most intense she had felt. She already enjoyed her power. Her first power was to command a man's erection and lust by merely exposing her girlish slit to his view. Her second power was to cause his orgasm and summon the sperm from his body to hers with a firm squeeze of her vagina. And now her third power seemed to be the execution of justice. Truth came at the moment of ejaculation, and men with serious crimes on their conscience suffered many hours of agony, felt a compulsion to confess, and then died.

The initial specimens selected for Katy had been reasonably handsome and personable. When she began selecting men herself, she used the same criteria at first, selecting the two or three most handsome of a collection of a dozen assembled for her review. But she decided as she bathed in the afterglow of her third orgasm of the afternoon that some of those other guys had looked awfully good too. She craved the naked male form with penis extended in readiness, eyes drawn to her pussy with lust, and body primed to quickly consummate that lust. She craved the feel of a hot shaft stuffing her middle, and while anyone loves an orgasm, she loved the feeling of power in knowing she would have a large and satisfying one whenever in the mating act it struck her fancy. The same squeezing motion would command her mate's pleasure and the release of his mating fluid. In short, she loved getting fucked. Really, really loved it. So she soon took all ten of the men assembled for her review, one after the other. Larger groups were assembled. Unlike her father, constrained by male physiology, there was virtually no limit to how many sexual partners Katy could get to ejaculate into her, aside from how fast men could mount and dismount. She felt remarkably well after taking 47 one splendid afternoon in autumn.

The princess's scouts searched in an ever-expanding area for suitable mates. News of the fate of the three criminals had spread far and wide. As a result, some men fled on hearing that the princess's scouts were coming to town, and from that act fell under suspicion from their fellow villagers. Katy understood these implications. So when her father gently asked how she would feel about inviting some of his ministers to fuck her, she understood his ulterior motives. But given her boundless lust, she was entirely happy to agree.

She had known some of them since she was a small girl, and this added a bit of additional spice to the sex. When the plan was announced, one of the king's cabinet stole away at night and was never seen again. Two confessed small crimes which the king was willing to forgive after exacting monetary compensation. The vice minister was caught preparing to flee and as soon as Katy was up and about the next morning, she consented to an encounter with him. He was pale as his eyes fixed on her innocent-looking slit, and they got paler as his penis against his will assumed its fully erect size. He entered her, then looked very nervous as he fucked away. His face would momentarily relax with pleasure but he would then return to his gulping anxiety. Watching it fascinated Katy, while she felt her sexual pleasure build. Four, five minutes passed, and he continued to pump away. The desire to squeeze built in Katy to a compulsion, but still she resisted. This man had been kind to her as a girl.

"Please, Princess Katy," he whispered at last. "I dreamt of doing this for years, and here I finally am. I'm too scared to finish myself, but can you fulfill my dream at last?" At that his face relaxed and for several seconds showed only pleasure, tinged with resignation.

Katy squeezed, and felt the surge of a different level of orgasm overwhelm her pleasure centers. She felt his spurts, saw his face relax in utter pleasure, and just before she passed out saw his eyes shoot open in terror and pain.

He had for years been conspiring with a neighboring kingdom in a treasonous plot.

Most of the king's ministers were able to ejaculate in his daughter's vagina without bringing on a fatal agony, and this cleared them of suspicion.

Weeks passed, as Katy borrowed stiff penises from all over the kingdom and got each to invade her and spurt.

Then one day a different opportunity presented itself. A man had been convicted of the murder of a noblemen and his entire family. By law he would have been drawn and quartered, but when Katy heard, her eyes had brightened as she considered the possibilities. To feel again what she had felt when the vice-minister shot his load! The King needed little convincing to change the execution method, agreeing that the agony dispensed by Katy's vagina was quite severe enough.

The room Katy entered in the castle was converted just for the purpose of the day. On the one hand, it was beautifully appointed, as befitted a room to be frequented by a princess. On the other, it had enough prison features to restrain a vile criminal. The man lay on his back, wrists and ankles manacled with strong chains, spread-eagled and unable to move his limbs. He was naked but freshly bathed and shaved.

"Your Royal Highness," he said with a crooked smile but remarkable cheer. "I've been looking forward to this." His eyes feasted on her girl's pussy and his cock rose right on cue.

She didn't mind his bluff. His cock was eager to do its job, and she would take his sperm and her pleasure when it suited her, and the evil man would get his excruciating punishment.

Because the criminal had to be immobilized, the mounting and fucking was up to her. She had practiced this new position with a few of her ordinary village recruits and she had liked the extra power she felt. So now she mounted the criminal and eagerly impaled herself on his stiff shaft. Anticipating her stupendous orgasm, two lady's maids were there to catch her. He showed nothing but pleasure as she worked herself up and down. With her excitement at a delicious level, she sneered at him, "Ready for the last pleasure of your life?"

"Yes, ma'am. Please!"

After a last smile, she squeezed, he pulsed, her orgasm began and so did his. Hers was rather ordinary, so she was able to concentrate on his face, waiting for the moment when pleasure turned to agony. But it did not. After his spurts died down, he relaxed in happy afterglow. Katy's attendants stirred uneasily, and through her satisfaction Katy herself was quite confused. Her pussy had dispatched dozens of men who had turned out to be criminals; could it fail now?

A month later she mounted the real killer, the sheriff who had framed the man. He blubbered and begged for mercy, but his cock rose to full hardness when he glanced at her private parts. She executed him with her vaginal clenching, and she fainted into the arms of her attendants. He writhed below, his wrists bleeding from the violence of his convulsions against the irons.

Once the patterns became clear, the Princess's men did not need to dragoon men to be her lovers. Men learned that if they had no serious crime on their conscience and behaved with reasonable decorum, their heads would be spared and they would return to their previous lives. Fucking is usually fun anyway, and word was that they would find her very sexy despite her lack of physical development. An orgasm while inserted in the Princess's pussy was especially fulfilling and pleasurable. She was a great lay. When they came back alive, their esteem rose in the eyes of their neighbors as they were cleared of any suspicions people may have harbored against them.

Princess Katy found her husband one day while getting fucked. She'd felt a special tingle when he entered her, and when she squeezed, the revelation was just an organic whole with her orgasm. This man was going to be her husband. She stated it to him as fact, and he agreed, having apparently shared her revelation. He was the second son of a minor nobleman, with average looks and intelligence, but with a loving heart and unshakable integrity. Katy would abstain from her promiscuous ways long enough to make sure her husband fathered her children, but otherwise it was understood that she would go right on as she had been. People wondered with awe what might happen to her appetites when the hormones of puberty bathed her brain.

Never in the memory of men had a kingdom so thoroughly stamped out corruption, never had crime sunk to such low levels, and -- a curiosity -- never before had women been the more criminal of the sexes.

Princess Katy had insisted on getting fucked and she'd gotten her way. Along with bringing joy to the kingdom, she made her own joy with 10 orgasms on sleepy days, 140 when feeling especially horny.

Her father was never her lover; the idea was utterly repugnant to both of them.

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"Daddy?" came the little voice from afar.

John rose quickly and went to see what was up with Katy.

"Hi, honey," he said. He noticed the camera was recording. Probably she'd just finished telling a dream to her friend Mr. Camera.

When John was seated, she crawled up onto his lap, but not in the usual fashion sitting crosswise. She straddled him, legs wrapped around his lower back, arms around his upper. She leaned her head against his chest.

He hadn't gotten this sort of hug in a long time, and made a note that his girl was growing up and he might never get another one.

"What's up, dear?" he said, softly stroking her hair.

She was silent a while, then she shifted her pelvis slightly. "You know my dreams are about sex, right?"

"I know they used to be."

She lifted her head and looked into his eyes for a moment, searching, then returned to her previous position. "Do you think a girl might ever get to do sexy things with other people when she's still young?"

"Well," said John. "I suppose if you want to play 'doctor' with someone your own age that's fine, as long as you both really want to."

"That's not what I mean," she said. "You know I masturbate, and, um, I'd really like to do it with someone else instead of all alone."

"Hmmmm. I guess there's nothing wrong with feeling that way, but No, you can't."

"Oh." After a moment, Katy adjusted her pelvis again. And again. After a longer pause, she did it again.

At that point John decided it wasn't a coincidence. "Katy..." he said in a tone of warning. His penis was starting to swell.

She went limp against him and sighed, then sat up. "Can you kiss me?" she said sleepily, extending her lips and closing her eyes.

"Um, OK," he said, kissing her first on one cheek, then the other, then the top of the head.

She looked at him with disappointment and flopped her head against him again, head turned the other way.

The pelvic movements began again. It would be so easy and exciting to just let her do what she wanted. But if he didn't interrupt it within a few seconds, it would be child abuse. His cock swelled strongly, until he was sure she must feel it under her.

She lifted her head off his chest and smiled, moving her pelvis more confidently.

"No, Katy!" he said suddenly, wriggling and pushing her off. "We cannot do anything of that kind. Hugging, sure, any time. But not that."

Her lip quivered as she looked at him.

"Goodnight," he said without any kiss.

She didn't answer, and when he was back in bed he thought he heard a few quiet sobs. He turned on his side, pressed one ear against the mattress and pressed the pillow down over the other.

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Katy's Dream: Do Me Or I'll Die

Katy's mother was talking on the phone in the kitchen while Katy pretended to read in the living room. The doctor was talking so loud Katy could make out his words from a room and a half away.

"I'm sorry, but we can't find anything wrong with Katy. She's obviously got a serious condition, but we can't connect it to any known disease. If it continues to worsen, we can at least keep her comfortable."

Katy was 7, and she had only two problems. One was that whenever she looked at an attractive man -- which meant most of them -- her heart started beating fast, she felt faint, and things stirred and shifted inside her panties. No one had any interest in that problem; they dismissed it with embarrassment if not chiding her for having such inappropriate thoughts. The other problem was really high fevers. They'd spike to 105, 106, or 107 and stay there for a couple hours. Drugs didn't help, nor did immersing her in cool water. The fever would pass and she'd be fine again. But then the next one would come. The problem was that the fever would start damaging her brain if it got much higher, and then she'd die.

Katy's urges were intense. She had a hunch that sex would cure her fevers, and time was running short. And if it wouldn't cure her, she had little time left to experience life. She ran away from home. She tried to find a creepy-looking man, but they weren't so easy to find when you wanted one. She approached one who more or less fit the bill. "Would you be willing to, you know, like, do sex with me?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Sex, I really want sex. I know it sounds weird, but I'm dying anyway, and --"

"I'm sorry, I can't help you," he said, and hurried away.

She approached a pair of teenage girls dressed in black with spikes and chains. Maybe the indirect approach would work. Find somebody to find somebody. "Hi, can you help me?"

"Sure, what can we do for you?" said the one girl with a normal, pleasant smile.

"Can you find any men to have sex with me? I really need it! I mean, at least I want it, and --"

"Whoa!" said the girl, putting hands up. "You're crazy! Why would you want sex? Is someone abusing you?"

"Abusing?"

"Like, you know, fondling you and stuff."

"No! That's the problem. I want that stuff, and no one will!"

"You're a pretty good liar, kid, but not good enough," said the other, and the two took off.

She found a boy shooting baskets in his yard. He was tall.

"Hi," she said.

"Uhh, hi?" said the boy.

"No one can help me. I wondered if you could help me."

"Sure, kid, what's up?"

"I'm looking for someone to have sex with me. Would you have sex with me?"

He laughed.

"I'm serious! I want you to have sex with me. I need someone, and no one's willing to, and they all think I'm crazy!" And she burst into tears.

"Uh, whoa!" he said. "Where do you live?"

"I've run away," she sobbed.

"That sounds like a really dumb idea, a girl your age."

"Well, I have, and I need to find someone to have sex with me. You know, fuck me? I'm dying anyway, unless maybe that would help."

"What's your name?"

"Katy."

"Katy, you need to go home. Let me take you home."

"No!" she said.

"Yes, come on!" he said, taking her hand.

"No!" she said again. She jerked her hand free and ran off.

"Oh, shit," she heard him say under his breath. She had several seconds on him, but once he started loping after her, she had no chance. He grabbed her wrist once more and held it tightly. He ignored the punches she tried to give with her other hand, but when she kicked him he said, "Hey!" in such a sharp tone she stopped.

He was stuck on a suburban sidewalk with a hostile and crazy girl. "Um, I could use some help here!" he shouted out loud to the street. "Anyone? Call the police?"

A face appeared at a window, a grown-up appeared outside, there was a conversation, and then there appeared in succession a police cruiser, another cruiser with a woman officer, desks and rooms, and soon enough her angry parents -- and it was home again. But they didn't punish her, which drove home to her how sick they thought she was. Why else would you not discipline your daughter for outrageous behavior, unless she was going to die shortly?

That night she had her worst fever ever.

"Daddy," she said when she had a respite from delirium and he was the one on duty. "Couldn't you just, you know, stick your penis in me?"

"There, there, Katy, don't think about things, just relax and concentrate on getting better."

"It's what I want. I'm dying anyway, what harm would it do?"

"Sorry, honey," he said.

She pulled her panties down and spread her legs wide. "Right in here?" she said, holding her pussy lips open with one hand and pointing with the other.

"Katy!" he said with exasperation.

"See how big it is?" she said, opening wider and getting a couple fingers into her vagina.

He peered at her privates with furrowed brow, and she had a moment of hope before he said, "Just concentrate on getting better."

Hopes dashed once more, she relaxed, and the fever soon climbed again.

"Daddy," she called out in the night.

He hurried to her room. "What is it? Are you OK?"

"No," she said.

"What is it?" He sat by her bed and put his hand on her forehead. "You're not feverish."

"I need sex. I need you to do sex to me."

Her father sighed.

"It's not very hard, right? And I'm dying anyway. I just think that if someone had sex with me, I'd get better, because of those funny feelings I get all the time. And you're my last hope, daddy! No one else will do it to me, but you love me, right? Can't you do this for me? Please?" And she started crying.

She lay on her back while she cried, and he stroked her hair. Then the next thing Katy felt was a warm hand cupping her girl parts. Instantly she stopped crying, looked at him eagerly, and thrust her pelvis against his hand.

"Katy," he said. "I could go to jail just for doing this."

"For what?"

"For having my hand here."

"No, daddy, no jail. I just need it!" She lunged for his pajamas and found a hard cock. "See, you're ready. All you'd have to do is stick it in! Please? Oh, please?"

"No, Katy, I can't," he said as he rose. "Next time you need something, I'll send mom."

"Daddy!" she called. "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" she screamed louder and louder.

She heard her parents' murmured conversation, and she started sobbing. When her mother came in, she pushed her away angrily.

The next morning at 8:30, Katy's fever started rising. It went up and up, and kept going up. At 3:37pm she was pronounced dead.

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The rest of the house asleep, John listened to the recording at his desk.

"And that's when I woke up, Mr. Camera. I figure it's a nightmare, so maybe I can call daddy. But he won't want to hear that kind of dream." She pointed her face towards the door. "Daddy?" she called very softly.

"I'd better do this first," she said with a sigh. There were rustlings, little moans, and within a minute a big gasp and sigh, then 30 seconds of silence.

"Daddy?" she said a little louder. "Daddy?" And then John came in and he got to hear the conversation he'd had the previous night, now in context from Katy's point of view.

He started tearing up. His daughter had sex on the brain. Masturbating every day, and then having this incredible series of sex dreams. She'd asked for it, over and over. And then that dream. To imagine his daughter dying and always wondering if he could have saved her.

It was too much. He stumbled through his bedtime routine in a daze and fell asleep quickly.

He woke in the middle of the night, dreaming that Katy was calling him. She wasn't. The memory of that last recording and the flood of feelings came back to him, and he got up anyway and went to her room. She was sleeping peacefully -- with the covers down, legs spread wide, and her hand hanging loose within her panties. The camera was not running. To imagine her dying... He got up and closed and locked the door, then went back and sat on her bed. Gently he reached out his hand and took hers -- the one stuck into her panties -- and stroked it a bit, then grasped it and made it stroke slowly up and down on Katy's girlish parts.

Katy shifted in her sleep but didn't wake, though she started smiling.

John kept up the motion until she did wake up and take in the situation, and then said, sleepily, "Daddy! I'm so glad you came." He dropped her hand, she pulled her panties down and spread her legs once more, putting her hands up in a position of surrender. "Now do it to me, before you change your mind. I'll pretend I don't notice," she said with a look at him and a grin, then shut her eyes again.

John looked at her crotch. It was right there. All he had to do was mount her and thrust. It was just flesh and flesh. It was natural. Part of life. She had asked for it in about every way she could.

Heart pounding with excitement and fear, he took off his pajama bottoms and mounted her. He aimed his cock and spread her lips a bit, then gently pushed in. There was no obstruction or sound of complaint from his daughter. Her vagina expanded easily to accommodate him. It was the easiest thing in the world. He kept pressing in, and she took his length as well as girth. And then he realized exactly how erotic this was, up to the hilt in a fresh girl with smooth skin, one welcoming him warmly. It was the hottest, tightest, smoothest, silkiest pussy he'd ever been. The fact it was his daughter hit him from two sides at once. On the one hand, it was incest, and that shocked him, but on the other, he loved his daughter so much that he pressed in more and more urgently, with faster strokes. He realized he was grunting a little. He feasted his eyes on his girl and her various parts, including his organ sticking between her legs, going in and out and in, at high speed, shaft alternately appearing and disappearing.

"Oh, honey," he said.

Katy's eyes opened and she gave a big smile. "Come, daddy, come!" she said quietly, reaching up to stroke his cheek, then lifting her torso off the mattress to nibble his ear. "Give me your stuff," she whispered.

A tiny voice reminded John this was wrong, and another pointed out that ejaculating into his little daughter would make it no worse a crime than what he had already done. His excitement built, he glided in and out smoothly, pace increasing, cock tip bulging, pleasure increasing. And then it was upon him and he was shooting sperm up into little Katy, looking down at her face and seeing her eyes closed with brow furrowed, and then feeling little squeezes from her pussy before she relaxed. When he was fully satisfied, the guilt zoomed in to cohabit with his joy, but he still felt the joy. He slid out and lay beside Katy, and she hugged against him as if her life depended on it.

"We can never tell mom," he whispered.

"Oh, I know that!" said Katy.

"And I'd better get back to bed. In case mom wakes up, she'll wonder why the door is locked."

"OK, daddy. Thanks so much!" She kissed him on the lips, and though he was shocked, he kissed her back and they connected on that level of intimacy for 30 seconds before he pulled away.

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It was hard to arrange times, but they managed it. At least once a week. The middle of the night felt dangerous, but if there wasn't anything better, that's what they used. The planned excuse was that Katy just wanted to lock the door for a while to feel safe after her bad dream.

"Make sure you dump all your sperm up in me so it doesn't stink, daddy!" He smiled at the reference.

"I'd better get a diaper to hold all the stuff you spurted up there this time!" she teased.

"Oh, you bad girl!" he chided. "You shouldn't make me feel these naughty thoughts! See, I've got to do it to you again." She had been momentarily startled by his admonishment, then laughed hysterically.

"I hope I haven't committed any serious crime," said John once as he approached orgasm. It took Katy a moment to get the reference to her dream of Princess Katy, then she laughed and John came, feeling ecstasy but no agony. In the back of his mind simmered the thought, "Of course you've committed a terrible crime, and this is it!"

And finally, as they lay intertwined in afterglow, he said softly, "And please, Katy, whatever you do, don't die on me if we have to stop doing it, OK?" She just smiled and gave him a big squeeze.

But after a while, Katy noted that her dreams had stopped.

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Epilogue

Katy was 19, home for spring break from college.

John and Jenny had split up a couple years before. It was amicable enough, and they still lived in the same town. Katy was spending half the time at Jenny's and half the time at his house.

After dinner the first night, Katy pulled out her laptop and sat next to John on the living room sofa.

"I want you to take a look at this, dad."

Katy often emailed him interesting articles and links, and he sent her others in return. It was part of their father-daughter bond.

So he suspected nothing unusual until he read the title: "Katy's Naughty Dreams" by the author "Sterling". Then his heart started pounding. He swallowed. He started reading it, though there were not going to be any big surprises. He had written it and posted it to ASSTR ten years earlier.

"Hmmm, another Katy."

He could feel his daughter beside him looking at him intently, but he couldn't turn to meet her gaze.

After he'd read a while, he said, "Hmmm. An erotic story, I see. I didn't know you were into them."

She said nothing.

"You know, I hope this doesn't embarrass you, but you masturbated a fair amount as a little girl too, just like this Katy." He glanced over and saw her looking at him impassively.

He skimmed ahead. "You had some interesting dreams too, just like this Katy."

"OK, OK," he said, feeling defeated. "Sterling is a pen name. It's all based on your dreams. I thought they made interesting reading. I don't know how you managed to have such hot dreams!" He hoped that would get a smile out of her, but she just stared. "Um, it was a violation of your privacy, and I'm sorry." He waited a full minute for her to say something, anything. She was normally quite talkative, and her silence was in contrast very powerful.

"I lied to you. I said I didn't listen to any of the videos, but I did. Every one of them. Some of them several times. And eventually I thought they'd make a really great erotic story. I couldn't exactly ask your permission or bring you in as co-author at age 8, right?"

Finally she spoke. "But there's a big part that you made up, right?"

Indeed. He'd never given in to his daughter's advances. He'd been a good daddy. "Right, I never abused you."

"Right. The whole ending. But I did press my pelvis against your chest and wrap my legs around behind you. And I wanted it so bad."

"Yeah, that's sure what you said in every language you knew. Of course, all the experts would say that even though you thought you wanted it, you wouldn't understand what it was all about and would get hurt later."

"In a word: Bullshit."

"You think so? I mean -- we never could do the experiment, right?"

"Right. But I just know." There was a pause. "And one other thing you got wrong."

"What?"

"The dreams never stopped."

"Really?"

"No. I'm used to them now, and I don't record them, but I imagine all sorts of stuff."

"Do you still imagine stuff that's true that you didn't know?"

"I don't think so. I know about a lot by now." She smiled. "Reading your story reminded me of how weird that was."

"Maybe you were some really horny woman in a prior life. Catherine the Great or something."

She smiled. "I guess it's just one of life's mysteries."

"I guess so."

She looked at him, and then moved her lips in gently for a kiss.

John was confused, but it seemed impolite to purse his lips shut. "What are you doing, honey?" he said after their lips broke apart again.

"Oh, dad, don't you see? I'm 19 now. It's legal. I've wanted it so long. I'm nervous, but I really want it. To feel completion if nothing else."

"Whoa."

"I mean, if you don't want to, that's fine. Are you seeing someone?"

"No..."

"Then... please?" she said softly. "I mean, only if you find me attractive."

"Oh, God," he said in answer to that, and Katy smiled.

"Contraception?" he asked, still very confused.

"Pill and condoms."

John stopped and looked at his girl, this amazing creature. She'd had quite a history.

She had been barred from the houses of two boys in the neighborhood around age 9 when in separate incidents she was discovered playing doctor -- heavy-duty doctor, with not just fondling, but real oral sex.

At age 11 they had discovered she was having an affair with a pedophile at the school, including full penis-in-vagina sex. She was ferocious in his defense, noting that she had initiated everything. So they decided not to press the issue, though the terrified man refused to ever speak to her again. This hurt her feelings. Eventually he wrote a letter to John and Jenny and explained how he really had deep feelings for Katy but was terrified of the consequences. Katy accepted it and never put herself in jail bait circumstances again, confessing to her parents over and over again how hard it was to resist sometimes.

But she found plenty of other sexual release. She was the slut of 6th grade, 7th grade, and 8th grade. She got a few boyfriends in high school but couldn't keep them because no one boy could keep up with her sexual desires. In high school she would not uncommonly disappear into her bedroom in the afternoon with four boys.

She was perhaps a slut, but on her own terms. One boy who assumed that she was free for the taking had tried raping her, and gotten a busted kneecap for his pains. When Katy said "no" she meant "no", but 99% of the time, she said "yes" to a respectful boy.

Heaven knows what she'd been up to in college.

On the other hand, she was an honor student. She had one close female friend in high school, an avowed virgin unto marriage, and they had a great friendship enabled by the fact that sex was never discussed. She was now at Harvard, earning excellent grades, participating in undergraduate research, and likely headed for a major in biochemistry.

"You look like you're trying to solve a math problem," she said, in response to his absentminded kissing.

"I'm just thinking about how you've grown up. I know, that's not very hot talk, but I can't help it. Statistically speaking, your sex drive has been very, very strong."

Katy giggled. "Ah, c'mon, you can say it's abnormal. I won't be offended."

"But your life seems to be going so well, despite that abnormality."

Katy's hand abruptly landed on John's crotch, where a mostly engorged organ quickly got stiff.

The last of his resistance gone, John relaxed. He caressed her shoulders and back gently, wanting to be a slow and sensitive lover.

"Daddy," she said. "Let's get naked."

And in under a minute they stood facing each other in John's bedroom. There was his beautiful girl, shoulder-length blond hair, big blue eyes, perfect figure with small breasts and just enough hips to be womanly. She was shaved between her legs.

She kept urging him on to the next step, but he kept his own pace, luxuriating in the moment. In 20 minutes or so he mounted his daughter and prepared to press his condomed cock in. He paused to look at her, and she looked back.

"Oh, daddy, I've waited so long. Don't make me wait any more."

He realized he'd been waiting a long time too, and he pressed into her with force. Her vulva yielded gracefully to his intrusion, and the vagina within was incredibly hot, wet, and silky, just as he'd imagined. If he wasn't mistaken, she had one orgasm after he'd made 10 strokes, but that only seemed to heighten her desire. She had another after four minutes or so, and then she got really excited.

"Oh, come, daddy. Come, come, come! Please!"

John pumped frantically, the pleasure built, and just at his climax Katy gave a very erotic squeeze that made him shoot over and over again. He hoped the condom could hold it all. Katy shuddered, screeched, dug her heels into his back and her fingernails into his shoulders.

They disengaged slowly and lay in each other's arms, quiet.

"Where do you want to sleep?" he asked at last.

"Here, if that's OK."

"Sure."

In the morning, he woke first and just lay studying his beautiful girl for several minutes before she came to, kissed him, and turned away to snooze some more. When she finally woke up for good, he leaned in and kissed and she kissed him back. This time she seemed a bit distant. He felt like a cad once more. I mean, it was one thing to have sex with his daughter once, as a sort of resolution to an old chapter. But if they did it twice, was that a pattern?

"You want to do it again?" she asked gently. Perhaps reading his confusion, she smiled and added, "I'd like that."

He nodded and they made out more. "You want to do it from the rear? Lots of guys find that fun, and I love it."

He'd had a few lovers willing to do that as a favor for him now and then, but never had a partner suggested it. He loved it, and was delighted to feel his cock exploring, filling, and eventually dominating and seeding her pussy from that angle. He fucked her hard, but she took every forceful thrust with a smile. She came when he did.

The next day she was off for a few hours with friends, but rejoined him for dinner. After dinner they watched a movie on her laptop, and then it was time to consider bed once more.

"Daddy, it's the weirdest thing."

"What?"

"You know I've been super-horny since I was 11 or even earlier."

"Since you were 3, I believe."

"OK," she said with a smile. "You'd know better than me. Anyway, I have orgasms a lot of the time. Really great orgasms. But when I'm all done, there's always been that urge for more. And I've just thought that's the way I was. But something changed last night. It wasn't the biggest orgasm I've ever had."

John pouted.

Katy laughed. "You are competing against a very large population," she said, and he smiled. "But afterward, I felt... calm? Like this morning I was happy to have sex, but it was because I love you so much, and wanted to have sex to show that, you know? As opposed to just wanting sex."

"Hmmm," John said, not quite understanding the part about calmness, but relishing "because I love you so much".

"The calmness is just amazing. Kind of subtle, but very powerful. Very good."

"OK, sweety,", he said. "Glad to hear that, even if I don't really quite get it."

"I think it's you I've always wanted. I know it's abnormal. But in so many of those dreams, I was having sex with my father."

"Not in Princess Katy," he said.

"Yeah, but think about her. She's like a sex automaton, and her vagina deals death to those who sin. Almost an exception to prove the rule."

"Hmmm," he said. "I guess that makes sense, kind of."

During the rest of her vacation time with him they made love every morning and every night, but sleeping intertwined was the best part. Katy said so too.

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The email read:

Hey dad, That was a really great visit. I felt calm as never before. And really happy. You touched me deeply. But a couple weeks have gone by, and I'm not feeling so calm any more. Any chance you could come live in Cambridge? We could get an apartment together. I'm serious. I mean, only if it would be good for you. But I think it would be great. We have a really deep connection. All my love, Katy

John smiled. His career was winding down. It was a thousand miles away, but he could move to Cambridge and telecommute easily enough. And living with Katy seemed like a really wonderful idea -- a new twist on his retirement years. It wasn't clear how it would work, either day to day or in the long term. Maybe Katy didn't know either. But it would be wonderful to see where the path led them.

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(first posted 4/17/2013)

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