I
knew the routine, as I'd done it a dozen times before.
I
lay in the hospital bed with a magazine that might have been a
collection of the best Playboy centerfolds. I had let the pictures have
the desired effect on me; I now had an erection. A curtain fell at my
waist so I couldn't see what went on below, but I knew what was going
to happen. I heard whispering and rustling down there, then pressure on
the mattress. Latex-covered fingers gently grasped the base of my penis
and pointed it upward.
Any second now, I would feel moist flesh
on the tip of my penis, which would prove to be labia, and the warm,
wet vagina they promised would begin to engulf me. When it had taken in
as much of my penis as it comfortably could, the descent needed to
stop. My job was to sense the ideal depth when the tip of my penis met
firm resistance and press a button to alert the nurses to stop. The
vagina and my penis would remain locked in that position for about 30
seconds, then they would lift her off. When that happened, I would hear
rustling and sense relief below, and maybe even a whispered, "Good
girl!"
I knew that this vagina would be that of a prepubescent
girl, afflicted with a curious disease that affected only girls who had
not yet had their first period. The visible symptom was freckles. Lots
and lots of freckles, and more as time went on without treatment. On
close examination, enlargement and lubrication of the vagina was
another symptom. The hidden and dangerous symptom was a steady,
inexorable rise in blood pressure, unresponsive to the usual drugs. The
entirely effective treatment was an adult penis firmly lodged in her
vagina for a short while. What would have been a horrifying act of
child abuse was now the only medical treatment for her disorder.
Thousands of girls now had the disease. A man who could treat girls had
to be histologically compatible with her. Men had come forward for the
screening, and I was one of those who was able to give treatments to a
class of girls. Given the treatment regimen, there was no presumption
that the men were pedophiles. Adult magazines triggered the erection
and the recipient went unperceived except by the feel of her
prematurely enlarged vagina.
The procedure over, a nurse would
gently remind me that I would be left undisturbed before shutting the
door behind her. This gave me time to do as I wished; masturbating to
orgasm was obviously what they had in mind. It took no great insight to
recognize that a man's erect penis being engulfed in a vagina might
invite a desire for physical release. The procedure stipulated that the
man was not to move his hips or penis in any way during the treatment
itself, lest such lewd activity traumatize the girl.
I had found
this procedure physically enjoyable, and exciting in part because the
actual act was taboo, despite how it was obscured by the elaborate
procedure. I had masturbated to orgasm afterward the first half dozen
times, but hadn't felt like it since for some reason.
Sometimes
the girls made little comments ("Hello there Mr. Penis!", "This is so
naughty, opening my panty parts like this!", "It feels kind of like a
big poop going in up there!", and "That's part of of a man? What's he
like?", and "It feels kind of good. Am I a bad girl?") Other times
little chatterboxes kept up a running commentary, shushed ineffectually
by the nurses.
The protocol recommended I don noise-deadening
headphones as another way of disguising the pedophilic reality, but I
declined them as I was curious to hear what was going on down there.
This
time there had been silence at first, but I heard sniffling and the
hint of a whine. That had happened once before, but the girl had gone
ahead with her treatment as usual.
This time the whining became intense and was interspersed with crying.
"Hurry
up now, dear," whispered a nurse. "You know what to do. Just like with
the model, right honey?" After several more seconds of alternating
silence and whining, the nurse continued, "Come on, honey, the nice man
doesn't have all day."
Then I heard a loud wail, "I don't want to!"
"Shh, shhh!" said a couple nurses. "It's just like the model, right?"
"No, it's not! There's a man! That's part of his body!" There was more
crying.
The
whispers were hushed but urgent. "Really, dear! I know you don't like
it, but you need the treatment. You will get very sick if you don't
have it. Come on, be a good girl. It won't take long. I've got some
candy for you when it's over..." Nothing seemed to help.
On impulse, I grabbed the screen and slid it aside.
Three
pairs of eyes turned to me. The two nurses looked horrified, but the
girl's face melted from pout to surprised. She looked to be about five,
brown hair and eyes, round face lovely in spite of the tears. She was
wearing a gown that came not quite halfway down her thighs, undoubtedly
so she could retain some modesty as she squatted to impale herself.
Face, arms, hands, legs -- all were covered with freckles.
Reaching down, I covered up my erect penis.
"Wow,
this must be really hard for you," I said, giving voice to my genuine
compassion. "Such a weird, yucky thing to have to do."
I could see in her eyes that she connected with me.
The head nurse said, "Well, this is highly irregular, and we'll have to
abort the procedure. Come along now, dear."
"Oh,
just wait a minute!" I said. "What's the big hurry? I'd like to talk
with the girl a little, if she'd like. Would you like to talk to me a
little?"
The girl looked up, met my gaze for a moment, and gave a little nod.
"Have a seat," I said, patting a space beside my hips.
She immediately sat.
"I
can imagine how hard it must be. You feel sick, and they poke and prod
you and do all kinds of tests, including down where it's private. And
then have you sticking things up inside. I bet that's all pretty gross."
"Really, sir --" began a nurse.
"Yeah!" said the girl. "I hate it! Hate it, hate it!"
"I'm so sorry," I said, daring to place my hand on hers. She didn't
pull away.
Looking at the nurses, I motioned them to stand back, and they did so
after a moment's hesitation.
"Tell me about it."
"My
name's Amy," she said quickly. "And it's all really weird. I got all
these freckles, and they took me into the doctors all the time for
tests. And my big brother laughed at me! And they kept checking me, you
know, down there."
"That must have been embarrassing."
"Yeah, lots of poking and everything. And they look at me like I'm not
just sick but a bad girl."
"I'm
so sorry, Amy," I said. "I don't think anything like that at all. I
think you're perfect, from the top of your head to the tip of each toe.
Freckles and all."
Her doubtful look gave way to a bright smile, and then without asking,
she flopped beside me on the bed and snuggled up.
The
older nurse rose and said, "I'm sorry, but we can't have that. You
shouldn't be talking at all, of course. We have very strict
regulations, and I cannot allow..."
Amy rose with a sigh and let herself be led out of the room. But she
turned once on the way out and looked at me.
The
nurse explained that since I had violated the protocol, my treatment
services would no longer be required. Oh well. So I was surprised to
get a phone call from the same nurse a day later.
"You surely
recall Amy? The girl you spoke with? Her parents made a very unusual
request: they want to speak with you, if you're willing. Now, your
anonymity is guaranteed as part of your participation. They realize
this. So this request is totally outside of the medical protocol. But
if you chose to waive your rights in this one case, you could. As you
know, Amy's treatment has met with complications."
My smile had been growing as I listened to her. "Sure, I'd be happy to
talk with them."
It was only an hour later that I got the call from Amy's mother.
"Hello, Mr. Stockton?"
"Yes, speaking."
"I'm
so glad you were willing to give out your name. We're so worried about
Amy. Her blood pressure is rising into the dangerous zone. She told us
about how you pulled the curtain back and were nice to her. When we
talk about going back to try the treatment again, she gets hysterical.
So now the doctors are suggesting they put her under with anesthesia,
even though when they've tried it with other girls it doesn't work very
often."
"Sounds like a really tough situation."
"But she
keeps mentioning you, and saying you were nice. So we wondered if you'd
be willing to come over and talk with her. And maybe she'd be willing
to have you treat her, if things go well? Cut the doctors out of the
loop?"
My heart surged with excitement. I pretended to consider a moment.
"Yeah, I'd be willing to do that."
"Oh, wonderful! Let me arrange a time when no one else is home."
"So -- am I supposed to lie on my back with a cloth over me?"
She
laughed. "That must be weird. I sort of imagine it working differently.
Ideally, I'd leave it up to Amy, but of course you're the one who's
doing us a big favor. Any way you can stay inside her for 30 seconds is
supposed to do it."
"We'll work something out."
"And I don't know what special measures we would need to make sure you
can, you know, be in the right condition to do it."
Amy was shy and a little embarrassed to meet me again. I asked if she'd
like me to read to her, and she readily agreed.
After a chapter, she interrupted, eager to show me her various toys.
After a couple minutes, her mother intervened.
"Now, Amy, why don't you go to your room and show Mr. Stockton some of
the toys you have there."
"OK!"
"And not for very long. You remember why he's here, right?"
She sighed and nodded.
"Say it out loud, OK? It's a medical procedure, right? Nothing to be
embarrassed about."
"Yeah," she said.
"Say what's going to happen."
"I've gotta get his thingie" -- she pointed to my crotch -- "in here,"
she said, pointing between her legs.
"That's
right. Good girl! And you have to do what he says, right? I'm sure he
won't ask you to do anything too weird." She gave me a significant
glance, and I nodded.
Her mother ushered us into Amy's room,
which was full of pink and pastel colors and stuffed animals. I also
noticed that the sheets had been folded back on the bed. Before her
mother shut the door behind us, she whispered to me, "Be nice to my
girl, OK?"
"Of course," I said.
And then we were alone.
She
held a light blue fish-like fuzzy animal half as big as she was. "I
call this one Frankie. He's my newest one. You see he's a dolphin,
right? But my favorite is Sally, here, see? Or maybe it's Julia -- I
can never make up my mind..."
I let her chat on for a couple
minutes. I thought of interrupting, but I was genuinely interested in
her various stuffed animals and the stories behind them.
We were interrupted by a voice from outside the door.
"Amy?
I bet Mr. Stockton's heard enough about your stuffed animals. It's time
you were getting to bed! You can't put it off forever, right? And Mr.
Stockton's so kind as to come help you."
"OK," she said dejectedly.
I said softly, "I'm so sorry."
"It's not fair!" she said.
"Yeah, it sure isn't." I sat on the bed and patted the space beside me.
She bounced up and sat beside me.
"So I gotta take my clothes off?"
"Some of them, anyway. But you know what I thought might be fun?
Pretending to be boyfriend and girlfriend."
"Why?"
"Well, because what we're doing is something boyfriends and girlfriends
do together."
"Why would they do that?"
I needed to back up a bit. Where to start...
"Amy, um, what do you call that hole you're supposed to stick my
thingie in?"
"Vagina."
"Did anyone tell you what it's for? Why you even have one? Or what a
penis is for?"
She shook her head. "What it's for? What would it be for? Boys have
penises and girls have vaginas."
"Well, you know how babies grow in mommies' tummies?"
She nodded.
"And then they come out of her body? You know how they get out?"
She shrugged.
"Well,
when women are all grown up, their vaginas get much bigger, and then
the baby comes out of their tummies through the vagina."
"Oh," she said.
"And do you know how babies are made of part mommy and part daddy? Do
you know how the part of the daddy gets into the mommy?"
She started slightly, as if she'd made a connection. "Does the... the
penis fall off in there and that's what the baby is?"
With
effort I managed not to laugh. "That's a good guess, but it's not quite
right. There's a little bit of goop that comes out the end of the penis
that swims up into the mommy tummy to give the daddy half of the baby."
"Oh," she said, then making a face said, "Like peeing?"
"It comes out the same place, but it's pretty different. And I won't be
doing that in you."
She nodded.
"Well,
men and women really like making babies. And so when a man sees a grown
woman who might want to make a baby with him, then his penis gets all
big and hard like mine was the other day, and he really wants to put it
into her."
"Really?"
"Yes, and what's more, the woman really likes the idea of him sticking
it up in there. Women really like it."
"I'm supposed to like it?" Amy made a face.
"No,
not as a girl. Little girls don't like it, they don't even think about
it. They only start liking it when they're big enough to grow babies."
"Oh."
"And men and women like doing that vagina-gobbles-up-penis thing so
much that they do it even when they're not trying to
actually make a baby, and they have special tricks they use to keep a
baby from growing."
"Oh."
"But
the reason I got into all this is that when you see men and women
smooching and being all lovey-dovey, it's because they're thinking
about doing that penis-in-vagina thing. Or at least it's likely to get
them in the mood for it. So I wondered if maybe you'd be happier with
doing this thing if we did the smoochy stuff first?"
"Maybe," she said.
I leaned in to whisper. "Besides, I'd really like to play that game.
Can we do make-believe about that?"
"OK," she said uncertainly. "What do I do?"
"Well, you can lie down on the bed."
"Do I take my pants off so you can get at my vagina?"
"Well, take your pants off, but leave the panties on, OK?"
"Why?"
"You sure ask a lot of questions. It's just the rules, OK?"
She
smiled, and quick as a bunny lay back on the bed, undid her jeans,
lifted her hips, and wriggled out of the pants. "See these panties?
They're just white and plain. Usually I wear pink ones with patterns,
but mommy said that wouldn't be right for your visit, so she made me
wear my white ones."
Amy was already in her stocking feet when I
arrived, but I had my shoes and socks to remove, and then pulled my
trousers off, leaving my briefs in place. I gently lay down beside Amy.
She turned to me and made exaggerated smoochy sounds with her lips.
I tousled her hair and smiled. "Just relax and let me touch you all
different ways, OK?"
She shrugged.
I
slowly moved in and nibbled gently on her ear, making her giggle. I
then kissed her cheek, over and over again, then her forehead. I worked
my right hand around behind her upper back, rubbing gently there before
moving to her neck.
With my face right in front of hers, I gently moved in with my lips to
give her a real kiss.
She giggled and pulled back to look at me with a smile.
"Just do gentle little smooches like I do, OK?"
And with that I brought our faces together once more and she returned
my gentle kisses.
I
ran my right hand down her back, skipped over her bottom, and gently
traced the top of her left thigh, while I went back to kissing her. To
my surprise, her pelvis wriggled around briefly. I gently pushed her
onto her back and turned myself so I could keep kissing her.
I
then worked my hand up under her T-shirt from the bottom, sighing at
the warm delicious expanse of little girl skin. I circled my fingers
lazily around her nipples.
"You're not supposed to touch my chest, you know. They told us so in
school."
"True," I said, smiling. "But you're not supposed to do anything with
penises and vaginas either."
"Yeah, but you don't need to touch me there to do that."
"It's
true, but it's what boyfriends and girlfriends do, and if you're going
to do the one thing, it doesn't matter if you do this first."
"Mommy!" she suddenly yelled, surprising me.
I heard her mother striding to the door.
"Yes, dear?"
"Mr. Stockton wants to touch my chest, but they said in school we
shouldn't let anyone do that. Is it OK?"
Amy's
mother laughed a little. "Oh, no, that's OK, he can touch you there,
that's just fine. You can forget all those rules about where men can
touch you -- for now, with Mr. Stockton."
"Oh, OK," she said. "Mr. Stockton wanted to pretend to be boyfriend and
girlfriend, so I let him. It's kinda fun."
"That's a very nice game for a time like this, dear." After a long
pause, she said, "Anything else?"
"No, mommy."
I'd hoped my little dear would trust me a bit more, but I could
understand.
"Now, let me take your T-shirt off, and I'll take mine off too."
"Cuz that's what grown-ups do?"
"Exactly."
My
shirt and T-shirt came off easily enough, and she let me slide hers up
her chest and then sat up briefly and raised her arms so I could get it
off all the way.
As she flopped back down, I began gently
kissing her shoulders and sides and chest. I homed in on her little
nipples, then flicked them with my tongue, making her giggle.
Meanwhile, I caressed her inner thighs with my free right hand,
luxuriating in the smooth, warm flesh of little girl.
She spread her legs apart a little as my hands moved higher.
"I figured you'd get up to my vagina place pretty soon," she said
evenly.
I
smiled and moved back up to kiss her on the lips as my fingers made
contact with the panty cloth. I nudged her left thigh out to the side
to get even more room to caress her between the legs.
I began a gentle, rhythmic stroke, from bottom to top along her
centerline, while I kept kissing her.
She wiggled her hips a few times, and after a few minutes she thrust
her hips upward once, then twice, then pretty regularly.
"So what do you think?" I said.
"What?"
"Do you like this game?"
"Yeah, it feels kind of good." She switched to a whisper. "And very
naughty."
She reached between my legs and readily found my straining erection.
"So, do I get up and squat down on you like I did with the model?" she
asked.
"Well,
two lovers would do some more stuff first." With that, I slid my right
hand over her tummy before working my fingers under the waistband of
her panties. I quickly worked my way down to massage directly the
luscious flesh I had been caressing through the cloth to that point.
"Amy," I said breathlessly. "Can I take your panties off?"
She
nodded, but didn't laugh, and lifted her hips long enough for me to
work them down by tugging first at the left hip, then the right, back
and forth. When I had them off, I brought them up to my nose and
sniffed deeply.
She made a face.
"No, Amy, they smell absolutely wonderful. They smell like this most
amazing, beautiful special part of your little body."
"I think I'm ready to do it," she said quietly.
"Good!"
I said. "You can do it by standing up and squatting down if you want,
but there's another way boyfriend and girlfriend would usually do it.
You don't have to get up at all. You just lie down and I'll get on top
of you and slide my penis in that way."
She furrowed her brow, trying to get what I was proposing.
"All you have to do is lie where you are, and let me know if there's
something you don't like."
"OK," she said, nodding. "I kind of didn't want to stand up."
"Good girl," I said with a smile.
I reached down to work my own briefs down and off, leaving both of us
naked except for her pink socks.
I crawled on top of her, my penis resting on her left thigh right by
her opening.
"Now, Amy, what you can do to help is spread your legs apart wide, so I
can get at your vagina more easily. Do you mind?"
She shook her head and smiled.
I
worked up into position and aimed my penis right at her luscious hole.
"What I'd love more than anything," I said softly, "is to push my penis
up inside you -- it would make me really, really happy to get into your
wonderful, perfect little vagina inside your wonderful, perfect little
body. So... Can I?"
"Yeah," she said with a smile. "That's the treatment."
And
holding her gaze, I increased my pressure, feeling her labia spread,
feeling my tip against her vaginal opening itself, then feeling it go
inside.
She was smiling broadly.
"Can I go in deeper? Go in all the way?"
"Sure!" she said, and lifted her head up to kiss me.
I
lowered my head to kiss her too, with little wet slurps and pecks
initiated by both of us, as down below, my organ slowly worked its way
into her, her tissues yielding gracefully.
Before long I felt my
tip bump against the deep end of her vagina, and I stopped my
intrusion. This was the therapeutic position. I counted slowly, but as
that magic number 30 approached, I spoke.
"Amy," I said a little urgently. "You've got your treatment now, but
there's something else I'd like to do -- I'd really, really like to do.
But it's entirely up to you, OK?"
"What?"
"It's what boyfriends and girlfriends would do. I want to move my penis
in and out, back and forth." I hoped I didn't look too desperate.
"OK."
I began a slow in and out, gradually speeding up into the gentle rowing
motion of lovemaking.
"How does that feel."
"It feels good!"
Whoa. That was an amazing surprise. I kept rowing in and out. Her face
went slack and her lips parted.
"Oh,
Amy." I craved release. "Would you mind if I did that little special
pee up inside you? It won't hurt at all, and it's not bad for you."
"I guess," she said, coming out of her reverie. "Because that's what a
boyfriend would do up inside his girlfriend?"
"Yes! And I'd like to more than anything!"
"OK,
then!" she said with a big smile, and gave me a hug. I had covered her
5-year-old body with mine, exposed its girl secret, invaded it and made
it mine.
"I feel like a big girl, I think," she said. "Like wanting you to be up
there and going in and out."
"Great," I said, and began my frenzied climb to satisfaction and
release.
"Oh,
Amy!" I said urgently as I felt the little itch of my ecstasy about to
begin. "Oh, oh, oh, aaaaahhhhhh!", and kept thrusting wildly, my
twitching cock shooting great globs of cum into her vagina. I gasped,
my eyes rolling around and losing focus.
"Oh, that was so wonderful, Amy! You amazing little girl!"
"You peed up in me?" It didn't sound like an accusation.
"Just a little. The special kind boys make for girls."
Before long my cock was pretty limp, and it kind of slithered out.
As we lay entwined, Amy wriggled her hips now and then.
"Do you feel like something's missing, kind of?" I asked.
"Yeah, how did you know?"
"Well,
I know some things about big girls, and maybe little girls aren't all
that different... Here, you tell me how this feels." I slid my right
hand down to her slick labia and located her little clitoris. I then
began gentle strokes.
"Oh, oh, oh!" she said, looking at me with surprise.
"Just
relax and let it feel good." I attended to each little twitch of her
face, each little change in breathing, finding the right rhythm for
this girl. She began thrusting her hips.
Soon I had it, and I
felt her pleasure building. Her whimpers and squeaks got more and more
urgent, until she shuddered and cried out. I kept up my motion, wanting
her to feel her first orgasm fully and deeply, for as long as it would
last.
But in well under a minute her sighs stopped and she
squirmed in a different way, letting me know she'd had enough. I
withdrew my hand and her legs slid back together.
As she lay on her back panting I snuggled up beside her, putting my
right leg over both of hers.
She looked at me groggily and said, "I really, really LOVE that
make-believe!" with a smile.
I just held myself against her side, treasuring her warmth and every
aspect of her little-girliness.
Her breathing slowed, became regular, and slowed more. I realized she
was asleep.
I
was feeling relaxed myself, and basked in sleepy enjoyment. Then I
heard her mother out in the other room. I'd forgotten for a moment
where I was. In a moment I heard a gentle, "How are things going in
there?"
"Just a minute," I whispered. Extricating myself from Amy, I quickly
began dressing as the girl slept on.
I opened the door and Amy's mother looked at me with a level gaze. "It
sounds like you treated her."
I raised my shoulders and gave a sheepish smile.
Her face dissolved into a big smile and she shook her head.
"I see you took that boyfriend-girlfriend game to its logical
conclusion."
I nodded.
"You got her to have a massive orgasm at the age of five?"
I nodded, smiling.
She
shook her head. "I don't think I've ever had that kind of orgasm in my
life." She stopped herself. "Not that I"m suggesting anything."
I nodded my solemn agreement.
"So, her brother will be dropped off soon. She needs to get up and be
presentable."
"Well, to finish up the boyfriend game, maybe I should help her get
into a presentable state?"
"Yes, that makes sense. But one thing..."
"Yes?"
"Aren't you kind of a pervert to get into it that much?"
"Oh,"
I said. "Hmmm. I hadn't really thought about it much." I guessed she
was right, most men wouldn't be so delighted to make love to a little
girl like that. "Maybe you could find someone who wouldn't enjoy it,
which I suppose is part of the idea behind the hospital procedure. But
with what we were doing, I couldn't help noticing she was a little
girl, you know."
"Oh, it's OK! Oh, it's wonderful! I'm so glad. Forget I said anything."
"Good," I said, and we exchanged a long glance. A pedophile was exactly
what her daughter needed.
So
I slipped back into the room and sat down beside my little Amy as she
lay on her back, naked except for her pink socks, sex fluid oozing out
between her legs.
"Amy," I whispered. "Amy." I stroked her hair, and she stirred.
"Time to get up, Amy."
She opened her eyes groggily, and at some point remembered where she
was and what had happened.
"We were very naughty, weren't we?" she asked.
"Oh, no, not really. You needed a medical treatment."
"But it wasn't supposed to feel all good and wonderful like that, was
it?"
"Well, it didn't have to, but as long as you had to get treated..."
As
she regained her energy, I helped her dress. I put the same panties
back on, figuring her mother would give her a bath later., and she'd
probably leak some more.
She started bouncing up and down. "I feel so good!"
Soon she was out the door. I followed.
"Mommy,
mommy! That was so wonderful! We played at being boyfriend and
girlfriend, and he kissed me everywhere and it started feeling really
good, then he touched me and I just lay on my back and he stuck his
penis up inside my vagina while I lay there, and I can't believe it
felt good, and then really good. Then he went in and out and back and
forth and peed his special pee up there. Then he asked if I felt like I
was missing something, and then he put his fingers down there and did
this magic stuff and I felt this amazing wonderful crashing thing!"
She alternated smiling at her daughter and giving me mock dirty looks.
"That's
great, Amy," she said. "But let's not tell your dad or brother about
the details, OK? It will be a little secret, just the three of us."
"Oh."
"You wouldn't want your brother to laugh at you, would you? Or tell
stories."
"No, I guess not."
"Well, goodbye Amy," I said. "So the treatment wasn't so bad after all?"
"No, it was super-fantastic! Can we do it again?"
"Well, we'll have to discuss that with your parents."
Her mother said, "If you're a good girl, then in a few weeks you and
Mr. Stockton can do it again."
As
the door shut behind us, Amy turned to me with a mischievous smile.
"I've got a make-believe this time, OK? We did yours last time."
I
paused to look at my little patient. This time she was wearing a red
dress, with bare legs and feet. And all the freckles were gone! She'd
looked fine with them before, but she looked even better with
single-toned skin.
"OK. You seemed to think my make-believe was pretty fun."
"Yeah!
But this will be fun too... We'll play doctor-hospital-penis. You lie
down like you did that first time, and I'll do what I was supposed to
do then."
I shrugged. "OK."
Soon I was lying naked on my
back on her bed, sheet covering me below, blanket above shielding my
face as well as my upper body and just my penis sticking out between.
Except it wasn't exactly sticking out.
"Um, what's wrong with it?" Playing my part of a silent therapeutic
aid, I said nothing, so she asked again.
"If I talk then the nurses have to whisk you away and make you squat
down on someone else."
"First tell me."
I
uncovered my face. "That's how penises are most of the time. They only
get big and stiff when men think they're going to stick them up into a
vagina."
"But you are. I mean I am. Going to stick it there."
"Yeah, but I've got to kind of feel it, not just know it."
"So what do we do?"
"Well, you could take it gently in your hand and stroke it, kind of
like cuddling it, and say what you're going to do."
"OK."
I covered my face again.
She
tentatively touched my floppy organ with her hand. "Hello, there. You
should get big and long because I've got to stuff you up my vagina. Or
sit on you just right so you stick up inside me. Can you get big and
long for me?" The floppy thing in her hand grew and got less floppy.
"Hey, it's starting to work!" She had a shaft in her hand now, and she
worked it back and forth. "When my vagina comes down to gobble you up,
it's going to feel kind of like this." She did a decent job of
imitating a vagina with her fingers.
Now I was very stiff, and had to concentrate so I didn't thrust my hips
up.
She
let go and I heard rustling clothes as she talked to herself. "Panties
off cuz they're in the way and wouldn't let his penis in... But keep
the dress on cuz good girls stay covered up." I felt her weight as she
climbed up onto the bed. She grabbed my penis, and I felt it press
against some warm flesh, but somehow it wasn't right. She kept shifting
around.
"Hey, you, the guy with the penis. Can you help me out
here? Can you hold it so it sticks straight up? I don't have enough
hands."
I smiled under my blanket and carefully slid my hand so
it stayed hidden beneath the blanket and sheet, while holding my
phallus at the very base so it stuck straight up. She jockeyed around a
little more, and nudged my penis into a slightly different angle. I
naturally held it in the new position she wanted.
Her voice
imitated a nurse. "Now, dear, this is all very private, and we'd never
do this at all unless you had this bad disease, so it's OK to feel
yucky about it. And we never, ever do this with anyone else or any
other time, right? Just line it up like this... Push the vaginal flaps
out to the sides, but gently so it doesn't hurt... Now squat down...
Just like that."
I felt tender hot flesh nuzzling against my glans.
"Down you go... Not too fast... There!"
I
felt her tight channel close over me, the hot, slick walls caressing
me. She sank down until my penis tip bumped the end of her vagina, then
stopped. In the hospital procedure, I was supposed to press the button
at this point to signal the nurse to stop her descent. Instead I used
my hand to press my penis to one side and then the other, making her
laugh.
"Unnnnh-unnh. You can't get away. I've got you! You've gotta stay there
until you've made me all better."
But she stayed in position no more than 10 seconds before she lifted
off.
"Ummm," I said from within the blanket, "I don't think that was long
enough to make you healthy."
"It's hard to hold things just right. I got tired."
"Well, we could stop pretending this way, and you could lie back and
let me get up and hold things just right."
"OK." She smiled. "It's hard work putting a penis and vagina together."
I freed my head from the blanket and looked at her kneeling beside me,
red dress up around her waist.
I
scrambled up, and she quickly lay back, legs spread wide, knees up at
her chest before she spread them out to the side with her hands.
I groaned with excitement, and I'm sure it showed on my face too, and
she instantly brought her legs together.
"You
naughty man! You're not supposed to look at me like that. You're just
supposed to stick your penis up my vagina until I feel better."
"Oh, OK," I said, assuming a neutral expression shaded towards the dour.
She
smiled and opened up again. I lined up my penis and slowly slid it into
the delicious, welcoming tunnel until I was in to the hilt, then I held
my position.
She matched my dour expression with a frown and we looked at each other.
"It's kind of boring," she said.
"Hmmm,
maybe this will make the time go more quickly," I said, and reached
down to finger the flesh right on the tummy side of where my shaft
burrowed into her. I began rhythmic fluttering motions.
She broke into a big smile and closed her eyes.
"You naughty girl! You're not supposed to like this. You're just
getting medicine, right?"
That made her laugh out loud.
I
continued the rhythmic flutter over her sensitive part, and counted
silently to 30. With eyes closed and a sort of vacant smile, she
occasionally twitched and shivered, and I kept counting to 60.
"I think you've got your medicine now," I said, slowing my hand motion.
"No, wait! Just a little more! I need some more!"
I
smiled and kept fluttering. It was hard not to move my penis inside
her, but I managed to stay still. I studied every detail of her little
girl face as the clitoral stimulation got her more and more excited.
Sensing the moment, I fluttered faster than ever, leading her to gulp
and squeak. My penis felt remarkably strong squeezes from her vaginal
tube as her orgasm washed over her.
"OK," she said after several seconds, regaining her frown. "Now the
treatment's done. You may take it out of me."
"But... but, I don't want to!" I said, abandoning my dour expression.
I
began a tentative in and out motion, and after remaining still so long,
I felt exquisite pleasure as her wet vagina slid against my penis.
"Why,
you naughty man!" she said. "You were doing your medical job, and now
it's done, you're supposed to leave my tender privates alone. Only a
bad man wants to touch or poke into a little girl's privates!"
"You made me stay in you before with my hands doing those naughty
things you like."
"Yeah,
but that was different. I'm just a little girl, and I couldn't help
myself. And now I know I was wrong." She wore a very impish smile.
I echoed her smile and began a vigorous intra-vaginal thrusting
pattern, strokes strong and deep, grunting.
"You're not gonna go peepee again, are you?" she said, with mock
severity. "That's disgusting."
"Oh, honey, I'm afraid I am. I'm such a bad man."
"Not even toilet trained!"
"Will you be my little toilet, just this once?"
She said "OK," laughed, then said, "It feels so, so good!"
I
gave my body free reign then, to dominate, penetrate, thrust with
ever-greater urgency into her hot, slick depths, pleasure tingling
throughout my body to my every finger and toe. I found her hands and
interlaced our fingers. And in a flurry of urgent strokes, my orgasm
enveloped me and I squirted and dribbled and filled her little girly
toilet with gobs and gobs of sticky cum.
I
woke to the dawn light and realized I was in heaven once more. Amy lay
beside me in my own bed. Her mother had explained that Amy's father
didn't want to think about what I was doing to his daughter, so she
came to my place for her treatments. Then Amy asked if she could sleep
over, and that was fine with everyone. It became a pattern.
Most
girls get a treatment every month. There is no benefit to treatments
more frequently than every other week. But Amy gets to sleep over every
single Friday as long as she's a good girl. And she has been a very
good little girl.
Amy had woken up before me and lay on her side, naked, looking at me.
My cock started growing as I looked her up and down. Oh well, it
couldn't be helped. Amy was used to my erections.
But
this time she smiled and leaned down to address my organ. "Hi, penis.
Mr. Stockton said you get big when you want to go get into a vagina.
Would you like to do that? I have a vagina right here." She pointed.
"Or should we get kissy, like girlfriend and boyfriend?" To my
astonishment, she gave my penis a wet slurpy kiss.
When I gasped, she pulled off. "What?"
"That's nice," I said. "If you really wanted to, there's another
make-believe we could do -- no, I shouldn't."
"What?"
"It's really not fair to you -- just forget it."
"No, tell me what it is!"
"Well, OK. A fun make-believe would be if you pretended your mouth was
a vagina."
"Oh. Like this?" She engulfed an inch of my penis and rode up and down.
I groaned and gasped so much she pulled off again, laughing. "You
really like that make believe!"
I
nodded dumbly, and she went back to work, playing make-believe vagina
with her mouth. At one point she twitched with her tongue, and judging
I liked it from my gasp, she did it again.
"Oh, Amy! That's fantastic! But wait -- stop, stop!"
She pulled off and looked at me.
"We don't want to pretend your mouth is a toilet, though. I wouldn't
like that."
"Yeah, that might be weird."
"But, can I ... you know, finish off and leave it in your real vagina?"
"Of course, silly!"
She
lay back and exposed her girl sex for the taking. I guided us together
and lunged in hungrily. Within seconds I felt my orgasm beginning.
I
turned on my side and hugged her to me. For some reason, my penis
stayed hard for a good long while. When it finally softened, we slid
apart.
"There's another make-believe we can do some time," I said.
"What?"
"The other way around."
"Huh? Oh, you pretend your mouth is a penis? It doesn't make sense."
I stuck out my tongue and wiggled it around.
"Oh!" she said. "You shove it in and out?" She mimed the motion.
"I could," I said. "But it works even better if I use my tongue where
I've been using my fingers."
"Oh," she said. Then with a smile, "Oh!" She looked at me. "Next week?"
I
nodded. Something new to look forward to. I bet we'll find lots of
things to do. Because when the treatment's done, I'm a naughty man and
she's a naughty girl.