Prescription: An Enthusiastic Fucking
by Sterling

Chapter 3 of 11


Naomi died. Naomi wasn't a close friend of Cathy's, but she was a classmate. She was the first girl to die who they had known personally. Cathy was pretty shaken up about it, but it troubled Jon and Alison too.

Naomi's mother Judy always seemed a little peculiar. She was raising Naomi alone and worked long hours. It was Naomi herself who called her friend Anne when she had been sick for over a day. Anne wasn't sure what to do, but after a couple hours told her mother Phoebe. Phoebe tried calling Judy, but she didn't answer her cell phone and Naomi's phone connected her only to Naomi, who tearfully confirmed her situation. Phoebe was reluctant to intervene, but finally decided to pick Naomi up and bring her to their house.

They contacted the IAGDS Center, which insisted on a delay because they weren't Naomi's legal guardians and they hadn't allowed long enough to reach Judy. This delay turned out to be a misunderstanding about how long Naomi had been experiencing symptoms.

Phoebe's husband Paul detected in himself no glimmer of sexual interest in young girls. The two of them bravely started making calls to acquaintances. They tried to describe Naomi accurately, noting her pudginess. After four attempts Paul found a colleague who agreed to try. Naomi was less attractive than usual from her ordeal of vomiting and that man couldn't manage to get it up and left, complaining that Paul had misrepresented the girl.

When the agency's time requirement had been met, it was an especially busy time and there was a four-hour delay. The first man who could make it found Naomi to be lethargic, barely waking up for her weak retching fits. He reported the situation back to the agency immediately and did his personal best. The agency sent two more men in a hurry. All managed to give the girl an energetic fucking, but it was too late.

As they settled into bed that night, Jon spoke.

"I'm thinking maybe I ought to volunteer," he said.

He could sense Alison stiffen. "I was afraid you'd do that before long."

"Naomi died -- girls are still dying all the time."

"You couldn't have saved Naomi."

"There was that four-hour delay. There ought to be plenty of men so that isn't an issue."

Alison was silent a moment. "And this is all altruism, right? Just for the sake of the girls?"

"Yes!"

"It's a chore to have an orgasm?"

"Well, not usually, of course. But if a girl is kind of ugly or really sick, it might be."

Another pause. "Jon, when you were having sex with Cathy, what were you thinking? I mean, what was it like?"

"I was worried. I was really wishing I didn't have to do it. The first time, I was thinking of you." That wasn't entirely true, but it was close enough. "The second time -- you know, I was desperate, so I did everything I could -- kissing, fondling her everywhere, you name it."

"Yeah, but how did you feel about it?"

"I don't know. It's really complicated. I love Cathy with all my heart. She's got a beautiful body -- well, even if she were a boy it would be beautiful, right? A child's body. You know what I mean about that. It felt like that kind of love was part of it, and then of course she needed sex."

"But you had to feel it too, right? You had to want to fuck her? You don't get a hard-on when someone's repulsive, right?"

"Cathy's not repulsive!"

"No, but she ought to be sexually repulsive. Especially to you! Why would you want to do it to a little girl! Your daughter no less!"

"So you wish I hadn't done it to her?"

"No, no, of course not. It's just... Now you want to go fuck other little girls who aren't your daughter, who aren't your responsibility. What kind of a guy would do that?"

"A guy who cares about the lives of innocent children!" he answered indignantly.

"Yeah, but what kind of a guy could do that? Go looking for it?"

"Oh, I see." John continued heatedly, "Me. A pervert. A sick, disgusting man who deserves to be castrated, of course. Is that what you want me to say?"

"No. I don't know! It's just..."

"Listen, I think Angry Scientist had a very good point. Not that I don't hate the guy -- I can't imagine a torture slow and painful enough to give him what he deserves. But I think he was right about a couple things. Do you hate gay men?"

"Of course not."

"Gay men like to have other guys jam their cocks into their butts. Or -- you're a woman. Lesbians like to lick out other girls. The idea makes your skin crawl, right?"

Alison didn't answer -- they both knew how she felt about that.

"But it's just the way they are. So pedophiles like the idea of fucking little girls. They never actually did it, of course, except the sickos. And guys like me who love women, we never thought about it. But now Angry Scientist takes naked little girls, sticks their wet little twats in front of us and says, 'If you don't fuck her she's gonna die!' And so in some guys anyway, it opens something up. Our bodies say, 'OK, that sounds good! Let's go for it!' And judging from what happened with Cathy, I might be one of them."

Alison didn't answer that outburst, but before long Jon felt her hand on his pajamas between his legs, lightly swirling. How many years had it been since she'd initiated sex? Something about it troubled him, but he put it out of his mind. At the moment, his wife was suggesting sex, was trying to get him hard, and she was succeeding. He turned and kissed her, and she removed her hand from between his legs. And from that point on they were engaged in the specific ritual of their sexual encounters. They kissed for a little, then stopped to get fully undressed. He sucked on one breast while his fingers descended between her legs. At somewhere between five and ten minutes, she whispered, "I'm ready" in a way that he had decided over the years meant she was about to do him a big favor. He then got out of bed and climbed onto the armchair in the corner of the bedroom. He pushed up on the tile of the dropped ceiling and reached in to find a packet of condoms. Alison felt it was inappropriate to leave them anywhere Cathy would find them even if she went snooping. He returned to the bed, sheathed himself in rubber and lay on his back. He suddenly realized that that condom was probably expired. He usually made a point of replacing them every six months so that would never be an obstacle to sex if she yielded to one of his tentative advances. But in the wake of Cathy's sickness it had slipped his mind. But he certainly wasn't going to raise the issue now.

He lay on his back and felt the usual excitement at seeing his wife rise above him and then descend, engulfing his cock on the way. She had gotten thicker around the middle since Cathy was born, though at least she hadn't ballooned out like some of those other mothers he knew. She was still plenty sexy, and he adored the feeling of her warm and wet vagina caressing him as she went up and down. His role was to stay still and lightly caress her breasts, hips, and back. After half an hour of moving in the way that was just right for her, he felt her motions get more intense and focused, punctuated with little gasps, and then he knew by her one loud gasp that she had come. She let herself flop down onto him, making little sighs of contentment.

He was now free to some extent. He could either hold her pelvis up off his a little and thrust away, or he could turn her over and do her in the missionary position. Tonight he opted for the latter. When she was settled comfortably on her back with legs spread, he plunged into her again and began a vigorous fucking. She lay back, relaxed and motionless, patting his back absentmindedly. Jon had to be careful not to go in too far or it would hurt her when he gave her a deep bump. And he knew he'd better finish up in five minutes or so because she would get tired of it -- sore, she sometimes said. He let his excitement build to orgasm and pulsed the tip of the condom full of his semen. It really did feel very good. As soon as he was finished coming, he followed the routine Alison had dictated years before, withdrawing and going straight to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and wash his penis and hands, lest any sperm cell accidentally end up where it shouldn't.

By the time he returned, Alison was dressed in her pajamas once more, Jon followed suit, and they lay down to sleep.

Usually in the wake of sex he fell asleep quickly, but this night something troubled him. Why had Alison initiated sex just then? Because she felt threatened.

When their frequency of sexual intercourse had fallen well below what he would have liked, he had waited a year. Seeing no sign of recovery, he suggested that perhaps every couple weeks or so she could let him get her excited enough to have sex for his sake, even if it wasn't her very favorite thing to do. She had reacted with horror, saying that sex was only appropriate when both people wanted it from the bottom of their hearts; anything else was akin to prostitution.

But now, when the act addressed her own insecurities, this from-the-depth-of-the-soul criterion no longer applied. He felt a surge of anger. But he also felt sleepy and sexually satisfied, and his anger dulled.

He was going to volunteer for sex with the girls, though. He reflected with a touch of bitterness that he would probably get more sex at home as well as sex with the girls. And he was going to enjoy the sex with the girls. He was going to enjoy it a lot.

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When Jon arrived at Tina's house, he could hear her retching. Her mother let him in but hurried back to her daughter. When the mother reappeared, she said, "Thank you so much, Mr. Ferber, thanks so much for doing this for us."

The video of 10-year-old Tina had shown a smiling girl with brown hair and brown eyes, not remarkable in any dimension or characteristic. What he saw upon entering her bedroom was a pale face, those brown eyes wide open with fright. She was in the fetal position, clutching a sheet up around her neck.

He sat on the side of the bed and rested his hand on her shoulder.

"Hi, Tina. Sorry you're feeling so bad. I'm so sorry we have to do this -- it's not anything a girl your age should have to do, right?"

Tina nodded.

"But it's to save your life, right?"

Tina nodded again, but tears welled up in her eyes.

Jon undressed without fanfare. His cock was not hard.

"Let's see what we've got under that sheet," he said playfully.

She didn't pull it back herself and she didn't exactly let go when he tugged on it. She let him tug it out of her hands.

Although he knew what to expect, he was still shocked -- and thrilled -- to see the naked girl beneath the covers -- bare legs and arms, of course, but also naked chest, and no panties! Her cute little labia marked her without question as a girl. And he wasn't going to just steal glances at those labia, he was going to explore within, explore deeply, and satisfy his profound curiosity -- and desire.

As Jon feasted his eyes, his cock filled with blood. He sat on the bed next to her. There was a mismatch, however. The body below was luscious and inviting, but the face was frightened and anxious. She was even trembling a little.

He wondered how he could make it better for her. "Tina, we have a bunch of choices. You are a beautiful girl, you know. Could I kiss you? That would be fun. But it's only if you want -- you don't need to. Yes?"

The girl shook her head slightly.

"OK, no kissing. Could I touch your chest? I love touching a girl's chest, but it's totally up to you."

The girl shook her head again.

"You've got to lie on your back, you know," he said, obviously needing to get her out of the fetal position.

She straightened out slowly and tentatively.

"OK, let's see what we've got down here," he said, kneeling below her. He tried nudging her legs apart, but she resisted.

"This part you don't have any choice about, I'm afraid," he said gently. "Not if you want to live. Come on, it's not going to be so bad."

At that, the girl opened her legs a little and let Jon open them the rest of the way.

"You're beautiful down here too," he said.

She said nothing.

Engaging her along these lines wasn't working. "You want just the bare minimum, eh?"

The girl nodded.

"OK," he said, "but when you think back on it, remember that I wanted to kiss you and touch you and make love to your body, OK?"

He had done his best to deal with the anxious face. Now he felt no guilt about just focusing on the body. He gently spread her pussy lips with his fingers, and found that she was wet and stretchy, just like Cathy. He could slide his middle finger in easily.

"OK, here goes," he said, withdrawing finger and lining up his cock. Her wet heat caressed his penis tip and heightened his already intense desire to slide inside. Although she was tight, her vagina opened to accept his cock as he fed it in, inch by inch.

"That feels so great, Tina, oh wow!" he said. It would be wonderful if she was saying how great it felt too, but her head was turned to the side, eyes staring at something on the wall.

He lowered himself and began a gentle in and out motion. It would seem kindest to give some gentle strokes and come quietly. He could probably do that in under a minute. But...

"Well, Tina, it would be great if you were having a good time, too. Since you're not, I'm inclined to want to just finish up quickly. But to save your life, they say, you've got to know you've been fucked, to really know it. So pardon me, but now you get fucked," he said, realizing he had put a bit of heat into the last statement. It was thrilling to say it, and he felt no guilt because it was the truth.

Tina turned her head towards him briefly and her eyes flashed before she turned away again. But was that a trace of a smile on her face? No doubt about it.

His job was to forget about Tina the sensitive girl with complicated feelings and fuck Tina's smooth-skinned body. He lowered himself on her, crushing her just a little, and worked her legs apart just a little more with his knees before beginning a fast, deep fuck.

"Oh, baby, that feels great!" he said. "You're so hot!" He pumped away, following his natural instinct to get his cock in as far as it would go. Her vagina was big enough to take him in all the way -- unlike his own wife, he thought with a flash of annoyance.

He wallowed in the joy of the girl's flesh, only glimmers reaching him of how wrong this would be if her life didn't depend on it. Ignoring the glimmers, he went on with the joy of fucking, feeling satisfaction at all levels.

"Oh, Tina, you feel fantastic. They say you've gotta know you're being fucked. Well you are. You're a fantastic fuck. And I'm getting ready to ejaculate in you, shoot the sperm out." It was exciting to talk like that. Ah, what the heck, why not go for broke. "You've got a hot cunt, and I'm going crazy to cram my cock deep and fill your cunt with jism." He gave an evil little laugh.

Tina turned her head up to face him, partly indignant but unable to suppress her smile totally. "You're so bad!"

"Yep, Tina -- very, very bad. You're getting royally shafted, and the sperm's coming soon. You can feel my cock swell just before it spurts out if you pay attention. Now it's time for radio silence."

He had been holding his weight up on his elbows, but now he let his full weight down on her and reached a hand under each side of her rear end and grabbed a butt cheek hard. He let his head rest on the mattress next to her, getting an excellent view of her tender young ear. He pounded her with vicious abandon, feeling his pleasure build deliciously. "Unnh, unnnh, unnnh, unnnh," he growled over and over. Just as he felt ecstasy overtaking him, balls tightening and ducts opening, the girl started writhing above him. Just as he splatted his second pulse of sperm deep in her cunt he heard a horrid retching noise. Well, that did break the mood somewhat, but he didn't stop. She needed to know she'd been fucked. Besides, her cunt squeezed him extra tight when she retched. He kept his over-swollen cock plunging deep as it spewed forth its remaining shots. He didn't linger after his ejaculation stopped, however. He slipped out and got her the basin from the bedside table to spit out the little bit of vile fluid she had managed to wring from her poor stomach.

"Mr. Ferber, is everything OK?" came an uncertain voice from the hallway.

"Oh yes, we're having a lovely time," he answered as Tina retched again. He found a squeeze bottle of water and handed it to the sick girl so she could rinse out, then handed her the damp washcloth.

Then Tina started laughing. Her laugh was interrupted by another retch, but when it passed she laughed again.

Jon was delighted that she found something humorous in the situation. "So," he said rising. "Do you remember what just happened? Did I give you a back rub, read you a story, or fuck the living daylights out of you? Do you remember which?"

"Yeah, poopy-head, you fucked me so hard you made me puke!"

"Good, good! I hope your body took that all in!"

"Yeah," she said, reaching between her legs and retrieving a blob of post-fuck pussy goop. "Yeah, it took it in. Didn't have any choice when you peed me full of this junk!" she said, sniffing it. "Ewwwww!"

"Yeah, another way you know you've been fucked. Hey, taste it, I'm sure it's a hell of a lot better than what you were just puking out."

She did, and made a face. "Can't taste a thing, actually," she said.

As Jon got dressed, the banter died down.

"I'm sorry I had to do that to you," he said solemnly. "And I really hope it worked."

She reached out to him from the bed, and he offered his hand. She squeezed it and gave a shy smile. "Thanks."

He turned to go. When his hand was on the doorknob, he felt something cold and wet hit him in the back of the head.

"Poopy-head," said Tina. She had scored a bulls-eye with the spit-clean-up cloth.


End of chapter 3

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(first posted 6/12/2011)



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