Prescription: An Enthusiastic Fucking
by Sterling

Chapter 7 of 11


"Hi, Mr. Ferber?" The voice was that of a child.

"Yes?"

"It's Tina. You remember?"

"Ummm..." The name was familiar. Jon had had sex with nine young girls, and this was one of them. Aha! He had it. "The one who threw the wet cloth at me?"

"Oh, yeah, I did. I'm sorry. Do you forgive me?"

"Of course, Tina. How are you today?"

This was the first time one of his young mates had called him directly. Ida's mother had contacted him and asked him to attend a therapy session. The prospect made him uncomfortable, and the agency had confirmed that he was under absolutely no obligation. But he wanted to be helpful; he realized he also liked the idea of seeing the girl when she was looking and feeling well. Ida told him she was angry at him and although he had an internal reaction of 'Hey, I was saving your life!' he kept it to himself. He listened patiently and said he understood. Ida's anger didn't seem to run very deep. She smiled and gave him a hug at the end of the session.

When Hannah's parents called suggesting the same thing, he readily agreed. Hannah didn't seem upset with him at all. She giggled a little when he appeared. Perhaps the therapist was just making sure there was no problem, or perhaps she was trying to get the girl to discover how angry and upset she was -- whether she was or not.

But this was Tina herself on the phone.

"I'm fine. Ummm, did you mind helping me?"

"No, Tina, I was happy to do it for you," he said, smiling into the receiver.

"Well, you know how I'll get sick again? I wondered if you'd be willing to, you know..."

"I'd be delighted to, Tina," he said, feeling a glow between his legs. "It's very grown-up of you to call me yourself instead of your parents."

"Oh yes, well, thank you! Could you come over after school, like 3:30 today?"

"This afternoon? That's not so good, because I've got an appointment here at the office. The evening would be more convenient."

"Oh, well, how about tomorrow afternoon?"

Jon got a hunch. "Tina, do your parents know you're calling me?"

"Ummm, no, not really."

"Have you talked with them about it?"

"No... I'm embarrassed to."

Jon was touched that she felt more comfortable talking with him than her own parents.

"Would you like me to talk to them?"

"No! That would be SO embarrassing!"

"OK. But it seems you could talk with them. Are you having sex with anyone else?"

"No!"

"Have they mentioned anything about getting a partner for you so you don't have a relapse?"

"No."

"It seems very reasonable you wouldn't want to get sick like that again. Why don't you ask them?"

"You think they'd listen?"

"Of course."

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"Hello, Mr. Ferber?"

"Yes, that's me."

"This is Mr. Vogel, Tina's father?"

"Oh yes, hello Mr. Vogel. Your daughter called me the other day."

"So she told us. Listen, Mr. Ferber. In the future would you kindly not make suggestions about Tina's condition or treatments? Leave that to her parents?"

"Oh, certainly. She called me --"

"Yes. She had no right to do that. I'm sorry she troubled you."

"Oh, it was no trouble. I've been interested in how she's doing. She said you hadn't talked with her about getting a follow-up treatment."

"Mr. Ferber, that is none of your business. You're hardly someone to give objective advice, now, are you? If we want the services of someone like you, we'll let you know, OK? Is that understood?"

"Yes, Mr. Vogel, I understand."

"OK. Goodbye, then."

Jon was annoyed. He wanted the best for their daughter. It sounded like they weren't going to let her get a prophylactic treatment at all. Was his advice biased? No, he would have given her the same advice if there was no chance he would be the one administering the treatment.

Oh well, it was best not to get involved. He had signed up to appear on request to fuck girls zestfully and enthusiastically, not to develop an ongoing relationship with them.

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Two months later he received another call from Tina. She was clearly upset, but he cut her off firmly before she had said more than a few words, explaining what her father had told him.

A few days later he received a letter in the US mail. An old-fashioned letter, hand-addressed with stamps. It had no return address, but as he began reading the neat girlish handwriting, he knew who it must be. Flipping to the end, he saw it signed "Tina". Should he throw the letter out unread? Tattle to her father that she had contacted him again?

"Dear Mr. Ferber, don't tell my daddy I'm writing you because he'd be really mad. But I don't know who to turn to. He was mad I talked to you and said he'd get me treatments to save my life but not just to keep from getting sick. Then I got sick last week, and it was awful! It was so gross, and it hurts! And every time I threw up, I thought that I wouldn't have been if you'd done it to me before. I wanted them to call you but they said no way. This other guy came and it was OK I guess but I wanted you because I knew you and I know you care about me. I don't want to get sick any more like that! Help me! Tina p.s. here's my secret email tinapuppy7@glivego.com"

Poor girl! What should he do? Telling her father was not an option. Somehow not responding at all wasn't an option. The very least he could imagine doing was saying, "I'm so sorry, but I can't help you."

This was not the sort of thing he could discuss with Alison. He called one of the confidential counselors employed by the Center to deal with issues any of the men had. He was told that getting Tina treated only after she was sick was not considered child neglect or abuse. The slight risk that she would die during one of her episodes was not enough to make it qualify. If he met her for sex and her parents found out later, he'd be guilty of a crime technically, but prosecutors weren't following up on that kind of crime any more if intentions were good. In the few cases that had gone to trial, the juries had acquitted. The agency didn't condone liaisons of the sort Tina suggested, but they realized it did happen.

Jon didn't dare go to Tina's house, nor did he want to risk discovery at his own house. He couldn't justify the expense of a motel room. So he picked Tina up a few blocks from her school in his SUV and started driving to a secluded location.

"Thank you soooo much!" Tina gushed.

"You understand you can't tell your parents, right?"

"Are you kidding? No way! My father would kill me!"

He pulled to the end of the secluded lane, cut the ignition and turned to her.

They were there for a very good reason, so there was no cause for shame. They both wanted it and they'd already done it once before. Still, they were clearly both a little uncomfortable.

In the world as it stood a year ago, he was about to commit a heinous crime, raping a 10-year-old girl. She showed no sign of physical development, so surely the act would hurt her physically and scar her emotionally. Her willingness was only an illusion brought on by some emotional trauma. That was a year ago.

He wasn't sure why she was uncomfortable, but she had inhabited that same world as a 9-year-old.

"OK," he said, with a nervous smile and got up. The back seats of his SUV folded down into something like a bed. She followed him, and he began stripping. She hesitated just a little but soon followed his lead. They sat naked on the bed.

"Lean back," he said softly, and the girl did, spreading her legs.

The sight topped off Jon's erection. To get into that lovely pussy again...

The onset of the Lolita Syndrome enlarged a girl's vagina permanently. Only the vomiting attacks caused automatic lubrication, however. He needed to warm her up a little. After sliding his hand around the inside of her thighs suggestively, he zoomed in on her clit and began a gentle rubbing motion.

"Aren't you going to kiss me?" she asked. "Last time you said you wanted to."

"Sure, yes! I'd love to," he said. Something seemed different about the two situations, but he couldn't immediately put his finger on what it was. He enjoyed the feel of her lips, and remembering the rest of his earlier offer, he ran his hands all over her skin. After five minutes, he checked her vagina and found it plenty well lubricated. He was dying to get inside of her.

"Ready?" he said.

"A little longer?" she asked.

He was enjoying himself, so he went back to kissing and fondling. She caressed his body as well. After a couple minutes he was plenty ready and she surely was too.

He slid into position and placed his twitching cock at her opening. He surged in slowly, eyes locked with hers as she gasped.

He then began his back and forth motion. Her cunt was perfect.

His job was to give her an energetic fucking, so he feasted his eyes on her luscious body, attending in particular to her crotch and how his cock dove in and out of her very center. This was the first time he had had sex with a girl who was healthy, and it naturally enough made it more exciting. When he glanced at her face, he found she was regarding him intently with a gentle smile. He went back to playing the role of a fucker and lost himself in his own sexual pleasure, grunting and leering at the body that he was possessing. His heart beat faster, his muscles tensed, his breathing got shallow and ragged, and his pleasure glowed like a furnace. Finally he went over the edge and ejaculated, awash in pleasure. He lay down on her for a minute so she could feel some of his weight before sliding off to the side.

"There, all done!" he said with a grin.

"Yup! Thank you!" she said. "It felt a little good, you know, in my cunny."

"That's great!" he said.

As they drove back he tried to draw her out about school and friends. She answered but without great enthusiasm. As they drew up to the curb a few blocks from her house, he said, "Be sure to take a shower and wash away all the evidence, now?"

"Of course."

"So, that should do you for a couple months, right?" he smiled. Sex every two months was the common prescription for avoiding any more attacks.

"OK," she said after a little hesitation.

"Bye."

"Bye."

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"Lisette, do you remember Mr. Ferber?" said her mother.

The little girl stared a moment, then shook her head.

"The last time you were sick, dear, it was Mr. Ferber who came and made you better. With his ... penis. Remember now?"

Lisette took on a look of concentration, then shook her head again.

Jon said, "It was you and me and Michelle, the three of us?"

"Oh, yeah, I remember now!" said the girl brightly.

"Well, dear," continued her mother, "Mr. Ferber has to do that thing again so you don't get sick again, OK? It's very nice of Mr. Ferber to do this for us, so we're going to be nice and do just what he says, OK?"

The young girl nodded.

"OK, dear, so take off all your clothes now... Let me help... Good! I'm going to leave now, and he's going to stick his penis up into the hole between your legs, and that's perfectly all right."

Lisette nodded.

Jon had decided he didn't need Michelle to get excited about Lisette. He was a little embarrassed to be one of relatively few men who got the hots for a girl so very young, but his embarrassment was no excuse to molest a bigger girl who didn't need it for her health.

After the mother left, Jon stripped.

"You beautiful darling," Jon said. "You make me want to touch you everywhere." He did, and Lisette lay contentedly as he fondled every inch of her. Occasionally he hit a spot that tickled, but otherwise she was OK with everything he did, including licking her tiny nipples and fondling her between the legs.

His cock was hard and he moved in to take his prize. He slid in gradually, enjoying her vagina. It was tight but slid apart without too much resistance. Lisette giggled.

When he was buried up to the hilt in the little girl, he began rowing in and out. For such a dainty little girl, it was tempting to have a subdued, almost dainty orgasm of his own, but his charge was of course to make sure she knew she had been fucked. So he made no effort to suppress his leer as his eyes consumed her delicious young girliness. He was proud and excited to see his own masculine shaft disappearing between the young girl's legs.

He growled and nibbled on her ear. He stuck his underarm on her face so she would smell his aroused male essence. But mostly he talked. "Lisette, honey, you are so fucking sexy! I love getting into you like this -- you feel so great inside; you have no idea! Oh, wow, I'm going to shoot sperm up inside you, and it feels so fantastic. Oh, baby... unnnh, unnnh, unnnnh ... Here it comes, ah, wait, oh, yes, yes, Yes!!" and he did his most joyous duty.

Lisette giggled now and then, but mostly just looked at him with interest.

He was pretty sure she knew she'd been fucked.

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"Mr. Ferber?"

"Speaking."

"I'm Juliet Michaels, a counselor for the Callahan family. You have been providing sexual services to Lisette."

"Yes, that's correct." Sexual services. That was one way to put it. "Is there a problem?"

"No, Lisette is just fine. I'm calling in regard to Michelle. When you first serviced Lisette, you requested that Michelle be present as well."

"Yeah," sighed Jon, ears burning. "Lisette was so small, I don't know, I thought ..."

"Don't worry, Mr. Ferber. I don't judge you. None of us should. We should all be very, very grateful you are willing to step forward to perform the service you do, and anything that helps, especially with a girl as young as Lisette, is just fine. No, I think you found a creative solution and Lisette is very lucky to have you."

"OK." Maybe this woman was buttering him up, but she sounded sincere. He agreed with everything she was saying, and it was good to be reminded of it sometimes.

"Michelle is a lively, charming little girl," she said. "Or at least that's how I see her."

"Oh, me too!"

"As you know, about 80% of girls show the Lolita Syndrome, which leaves 20% like Michelle who don't. Thank goodness she's escaped the physical danger and the vomiting symptoms. She is very fortunate.

"But for whatever reason, there is no other girl in her social circle who isn't affected. She feels left out. Some of the most popular girls in her group at school brag about how their men get so excited by their little bodies. And as bizarre as it would have seemed a year ago, Michelle feels inadequate. Her parents wondered if you would consider being sexual with Michelle without engaging in intercourse -- her vagina is immature, of course. If you truly do appreciate her body and find her sexually attractive and don't have to fake your interest, it could be a gift to her."

Jon's cock bulged in his pants. "Ummm, I think that might work," he said nonchalantly.

"As I said, if you are just being polite, it really would be better to skip it completely. She will sense your ambivalence."

"Ummm, no, I'm not ambivalent. Not at all. I was just -- well, a little embarrassed. I had no idea a year ago that I could get turned on by little girls at all. I never thought about it -- I never lusted after them. And, to be honest, I'm still disgusted with myself sometimes. Does that make sense?" He didn't know why he was opening up to this strange woman over the phone.

"It makes perfect sense. Complete sense. You are a very insightful and honorable man. You are entitled to those feelings of shame, but you are also entitled to cast them off."

She hesitated a brief moment. "If I had a daughter the right age, you'd be the first one I'd want to call. My daughter is a little older, but if she were younger I would love to have you be the one to, um -- fuck her enthusiastically." She laughed. "Sorry, I guess that was unprofessional of me. Say -- I have a friend who's doing research on the men who are stepping forward to service the young girls, and you're very articulate and insightful, as I said before. Would you mind if I gave her your name?"

"Um, no, I guess not."

"Good. So can I tell Michelle's mother to contact you directly?"

"Sure."

"A pleasure speaking with you, Mr. Ferber. Thank you."

"No, thank you." Why had he said that?

The doctor just laughed. "Bless you, Mr. Ferber."

He knew why he'd thanked her. Because he was thrilled at the prospect of molesting young Michelle. It was no cause for shame, she had said. No cause for shame. His hot face cooled slowly.

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"Mr. Ferber!" squealed the 7-year-old, prancing to the door to meet him.

"Hello, Michelle."

"Can you come to my bedroom with me now? So we can play?"

Mrs. Callahan turned away so Michelle wouldn't see her smirk.

Jon caught it, though, and said, "I would be delighted to -- if your mother doesn't mind," looking at the woman.

"No, that would be just fine -- run along and play!" she said, composing herself.

Jon winked at her and she quickly looked away again, smirking more broadly.

"Hi, Mr. Ferber!" said Lisette, walked up to them.

"Hi, Lisette," he said. "I'm going to play with Michelle now."

"Can I come too?" the little one asked, having the younger sibling's constant fear of being left out.

Mrs. Callahan answered. "Lisette, you had your special time with Mr. Ferber before, right? Now Michelle gets her turn alone with him."

"OK." Her voice turned to a whisper as she looked at him. "Are you going to do that thing to her too?"

The other two froze. That was exactly what he was not going to do to her. But Jon answered easily, "Yeah, pretty much."

"Bye!" said Lisette and padded off.

Michelle tugged on Jon's hand and he let himself be pulled into the big girl's room.

"You want to see my panties, like you did before?" she asked, mischievously. Not waiting for an answer, she raised her pink skirt to give him a look at her classic clean white undergarment.

"Yum," he said, licking his lips. "You are so luscious, I want to eat you up everywhere!" he said.

She laughed.

He kissed her everywhere; he slid his hand up under her shirt, under dress, under panties; he helped her out of her clothing one article at a time. She was delighted to have him lick her tender young girl parts, focusing on her clit.

The play was liberating. There was no fixed goal to this; it didn't need to end with an enthusiastic fucking. Still, after half an hour his cock was very hard. An enthusiastic fucking was just what he wanted. In that, Michelle couldn't help him.

He thought wistfully of little Lisette. He could just sidle down the hall and say he needed to fuck her -- her luscious pussy would coax his cream out in no time. And then there was Mrs. Callahan, who was pretty hot herself. He stopped himself. She was a married woman! What kind of a sex maniac had he become? He was a married man, but that was different, somehow.

Michelle sensed something was wrong too. She had seen Jon's ecstasy during their first meeting as his penis was up to the hilt in her little sister. She had heard her friends talk.

She sat up on the bed, legs spread wide, and examined herself. "It's no good," she said sadly.

"Oh, it's just fine!" he said. "It's just the way a little girl is supposed to be!"

"But it can't make you happy," she said.

"I'm already very happy," he said, kissing her cheek.

She wouldn't be consoled. "All the other girls have a place you can put it to get happy."

An idea came to Jon, shame following right on its heels.

She did have one cavity, one warm wet cavity. He had only had a couple girlfriends in his life before Alison, and he had never been offered oral sex. He had no idea what it felt like. Alison was grossed out by the idea. If Michelle really wanted to...

"Well," he said. "There is your mouth. All the grown-ups say that I could get happy with my penis in your mouth. I've never tried it, but if you really, really want to..."

"Do the other girls do that?"

"Probably not. See, it's only by getting really happy in the girls' vaginas that the man can cure them. It doesn't do any good if he gets happy in their mouth."

"So it would be something new?" she asked. "Something they wouldn't have done?"

Jon thought a moment. What would happen if she went through with giving him head and then bragged about it to her friends? If the girls then got the men to spill their seed in the wrong orifice, what would that do to cure rates? How many more visits would be required?

"Yeah, but I'm thinking that if we did it you shouldn't tell them. It should be just our secret. But you also shouldn't do it unless you really, really want to."

"I do! I want to! I want to make you happy that way!"

"Well, OK," he said, thrilled.

So the 7-year-old and the 34-year-old, both new to fellatio, set about experimenting. Was she good at it? He had no idea. But he knew she was good enough. As he neared the edge, he stopped her.

"It feels fantastic, Michelle. But when I get really happy I'm going to spurt that stuff out, and if you don't get out of the way it will go in your mouth. I hear lots of women don't like the way it tastes."

"But the men all shoot it in the other girls' bodies," she said. "It's part of what makes them happy."

"Well, yes."

"They don't mind it."

"True, but you don't have any taste buds in your vagina. Girls don't, I mean. Women don't either."

"I wanna make you happy just like they do," she said.

"Well, OK," he said, and lay back down, excited beyond words.

He saw Michelle's little body below him, head engulfing his cock, intent on giving him pleasure. What a lovely little girl.

"Oh, Michelle, it's so fantastic!" he moaned. "Flick like you were just doing... yeah, like that! Oh, keep going, oh, Michelle, oh, oh, here it comes, aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" he said, loins glowing, manly fluids mixing and spurting.

She jumped when she felt the first surge, but in a second she went back to flicking her tongue as he graced her mouth with his reproductive fluid.

When he was fully satisfied, her mouth came off, and she spoke with the mess of stuff in her mouth, "What do I do with it?"

"Oh! Michelle, honey. Probably spit it out. Or swallow it if you really want to..."

"Will it hurt me?"

"No, no harm either way."

She swallowed.

Oh, what a dear girl! They snuggled a little while before he got up to go.

Every time Jon came to treat little Lisette, he came back a few days later to play with Michelle, who by all accounts was very happy not feeling left out and inadequate any more.


End of chapter 7

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(first posted 6/12/2011)



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