Teflon
Girl, Demon Girl, Angel Girl
by Sterling
Chapter 4 of 6
Mark
brought her and her suitcases to his house for the night. He started
putting sheets on his living room sofa, offering her his bed.
"No, I want to sleep with you!" she said.
"But... Isn't that... It didn't work out so well last time..."
"No, it's fine," she said, thinking just casually of how she'd like him
to do it to her.
He
immediately smiled, and within a few minutes they were in bed. He
started to lick her the way he used to to give her an orgasm, but after
a minute she was too eager for his shot of sperm. Orgasms were kind of
boring, actually. He readily enough mounted her, fucked for a minute
and delivered his sticky goo right up inside her where it belonged. She
felt that same little surge. Mark drifted off with a happy smile on his
face. Katy wanted more. She started playing with his floppy penis as he
slept. It started to get hard, he woke and it quickly got to the
stiffness needed for poking way deep in a little girl. He was delighted
to stick it right where she wanted it stuck, and before long his body
seized up and he gave her another little gift.
When
she woke it was already bright daylight. He was out in the kitchen, but
when she called he happily came back to bed and stripped so he could
pump her between the legs and give her his squirt. The little good
feelings accumulated.
He'd already packed, he cooked her favorite of pancakes with fresh
strawberries and lots of maple syrup.
He
was ready to go, but she wanted one more dose of sperm. So they
stripped once more and he mounted. He had to go on for a long time
before he finally finished, but this time she barely felt anything.
"Did you, um, give me your stuff?"
"Yeah -- but there wasn't much to give. After a while a guy runs low on
sperm and needs time to make more."
So maybe her powerful feeling had partly to do with how much they gave
her? That made sense.
Then
they were off in Mark's Accord. As they drove, Katy told Mark about her
trips over the back fence and the enthusiasm with which the three boys
had given her their sperm. She could tell he was initially upset by
this news of her seeking out sex with boys she barely knew, but she
quickly convinced him it was for the best. She wanted more sperm from
more men, and he agreed to help her get it.
That afternoon they
looked at a number of motels before settling on one with quite a few
cars parked in front of the rooms and with a dozen or more people
visible around the outdoor pool.
With the door locked behind them and their scant luggage set down, Katy
gave the motel room a full 15 seconds of her attention.
"OK, time for the pool!" she said excitedly. "You come out with me and
wait while I find another man."
"Well, OK," he said. "Are you sure that's going to work?"
Katy shrugged. "We'll see."
Katy
put on her hot pink bikini and headed out with Mark. Their room was 30
yards or so from the pool. Mark sat at one of the tables under an
umbrella. Katy surveyed the crowd.
Boys and girls more or less
her age were swimming, laughing, and talking with excitement. A few
parents were in the water with younger kids. A few others were around
the outside keeping watch. Women and a few men lay on the lounge chairs
tanning. She saw one man by himself, maybe Mark's age, and a good
candidate.
As she approached him she had a moment of fear, but then remembered who
she was.
"Hi," she said.
He sat up and looked at her.
"I'm Katy. What's your name?"
"Um, Eric."
"Could
you come to my room? Something's stuck and I wondered if you could
help." She gave her most friendly smile, maybe a little flirty. She
thought about what she wanted. It was kind of like tugging on his mind.
She paid closer attention to the process than she had before, and she
could feel some resistance -- she could sort of sense the part of him
she was tugging. She tugged a little harder.
"OK," he said, the
resistance breaking. He put his sunglasses under the lounge. She looked
back at Mark and wrinkled her face with an "I told you so" expression.
He got up and followed her.
Inside the room, Katy closed the door behind her. How to put this?
She
pulled down her bikini bottoms and lay back on the bed, legs spread
wide. "Come do it to me." She felt resistance -- big resistance.
"What? No, this is crazy. You're just a little kid!"
"It's OK. I'm a very special little girl. I can take it. You just poke
in and wiggle and tuck your sperm up in there."
Big resistance. She tugged back, hard. The resistance broke.
Off
came the T-shirt, down went the swim trunks, up popped a penis. Over
crawled the man on the bed. His eyes focused on her pussy lips that she
was holding open. No resistance any more. He lowered himself, bringing
pelvis to pelvis, his a little lower down. The tip of a hard shaft
pressed against her. Up went his pelvis, in surged his penis. She liked
that feeling of getting stuffed, but even more exciting was what was
coming next. He wiggled his pelvis, driving the penis in and out fast,
a vague but happy expression on his face as he looked down where his
thing was going in and out. A minute went by.
"Squirt it out, way in deep?" she said.
No resistance. She was familiar with the boy pattern by now, the
build-up, the extra hardness inside her, the desire
-- and then the delivery. He shoved his long penis in as far as her
body would let it and held very still. He was doing his job... Good
boy! There was the little tickle inside her -- the tickle of joy and
power. The delivery done, he let his penis slither out and sat beside
her.
"That's all, you can go now," she said.
"OK," he said, getting dressed. "Um, you won't tell anyone, right?" He
looked confused.
"Course not, silly."
She slid her bottoms back on and padded out after him to the pool, then
slid onto the bench beside Mark.
"Fine.
But you know, I had to kind of tug to get him to come with me, and tug
a lot harder to get him to strip and lie on top of me."
"Tug? You didn't touch him here at the pool."
"Not that kind of tug. Like in my mind. I want him to do it, and I have
to kind of make him."
Mark looked at her with interest. "Oh, so is that how it works? Like
how you got ice cream for breakfast before?"
"Well, probably, but I wasn't thinking about how back then. It just
happened."
"And this trip..." He gazed off into space.
"Thanks so much for taking me on this trip!" she said, cutting off his
line of thought.
After
a brief pause, he said, "You know I'll do it to you as often as you
want. I'll lick you all day long. I'd like that better." He reached out
a hand to touch her cheek, then quickly pulled it back and looked
around as if to see if anyone had seen it.
"Thanks, Mark," said
Katy. She took it for granted that he adored her. She'd had to give a
very hard tug to get him to just leave his job and come on this trip
with her, but once they were on the road he went along happily. "But
what I want more than anything is sperm. You said you only make so
much, then you run out. You should let your factories down there run a
while and then do it again when you have a good bunch to deliver. Sperm
makes me feel good."
"OK," he said with a slight frown, then brightened. "If you want sperm,
I'll do my best to help you get more sperm."
"It was a lot harder to get that guy to do it to me than with you or
any of the boys over the fence."
Mark
laughed. "Well, you know me. And as for the boys, they're eager to
stick their dicks into just about anything. Less worried about
consequences. And maybe if it was dark they didn't see just how little
you are. What did you say to that guy, anyway?"
She described how it had gone.
"That's pretty blunt. I can think of some ways it might work better."
They brainstormed back and forth, murmuring in low voices so as not to
be overheard.
"So, who's next..." mused Katy when they had come to a stopping place.
"That guy over there."
"Why him? He's with his wife."
"True, but the way he looked at you. I just have an idea." He suggested
a simple plan.
Mark
sat down next to the guy and started chatting. Katy started talking to
the woman, who seemed happy to smile and talk, though she treated her
like a baby. After a couple minutes, the man said to his wife, "Mark
wants to show me something" as he got up.
"What?" said the woman.
"Sports stuff," said the man.
"I
know what it is. Men think it's pretty cool," said Katy, "but you can
stay here." The woman shrugged. Katy trotted off along behind the two
men to their room. When they were inside, Mark said, "I'll leave you
two now." He had told Katy he'd walk away from the pool so the wife
would think they were all still together.
"What?" said the man.
"It's OK, I'm the one who wanted to see you. You think I'm pretty?" She
turned around in a circle, hands on hips.
"You are gorgeous!" he said. His smile was totally sincere.
"Then
let me hug you," she said, and jumped up at the surprised man, wrapping
herself around his front. She kissed his cheeks and ear and giggled.
Without any prompting from her, he kissed her neck and hair. She
wriggled down and hugged him around the front, and noticed a pretty big
bulge between them.
"Oooo, can I see it?" she asked, tugging on his swimming trunks.
"Ummm, won't your dad, ummmm....?"
"It's not my dad, and he doesn't mind. Besides, he'll never know."
He hesitated, and she gave him one small mental tug as he let her pull
the trunks down.
"Ooooo," she said, fondling it. She looked up at him. "Come hug me on
the bed."
He
readily followed her, and they lay facing each other. He moved his face
slowly towards hers as if for a kiss, but she turned her head aside.
Instead she grabbed his hand and placed it between her thighs, then
slowly slid it up towards her crotch.
He gulped, eyes wide.
"You
rub me gently, OK?" she said. He did, and it felt nice, but after 30
seconds she was impatient. She pushed his hand aside, pulled her
bottoms down and off, then took his stiff cock in one hand.
"In your wildest dreams, where would you want to stick that, huh?"
"Um," he said, swallowing, tentative. "Your mouth?"
"Dream bigger," she whispered. "My pussy is big enough, and hot and
eager to get it."
She lay back and he needed no persuasion to get on top of her. His eyes
were wide with shock, delight, and lust.
She guided him to her opening and he pressed, gently at first, then
harder.
Her
pussy stretched to accommodate him, as it did every penis that entered
her. He thrust in and out slowly, reverently, gazing not at the place
where man cock entered girl privates, but at her face.
"Can I make it good for you?" he said.
He looked at her with the same adoration Mark had. Why not?
"OK,"
she said. Placing his fingers right above where his shaft went in, she
said, "Just press quick and gentle here while you keep going in and
out."
Adoration, delicious happy feelings on her clit, a big meat stuffing
her... this was very nice!
She
shut her eyes as the pleasure built, then felt the waves of naughty
sexual joy break. When her breathing calmed, he said, "Can I?"
She
nodded enthusiastically and lay back. Up above he looked at her so
sweetly. Down below, his cock was plunging in and out with the same
animal rudeness as all the other men. She momentarily wondered why men
liked to do this so much. Once a penis was in her, she never had to
give the slightest mental tug. His thrusting and breathing intensified.
"Yes.... yes.... yes.... YES!" he called out, pistoning in and out as
he dumped his juice into her. It was a happy coincidence that down
between her legs she was an animal too, and her female parts thought a
man's rudeness was just the best thing.
He returned to his wife, and Katy trotted out a minute later in search
of her next sperm donor.
"Why didn't it work? I told him to do it to me but his penis just
stayed floppy."
"Maybe you've had enough for one day?"
Katy shook her head. SHE would decide when she'd had enough.
"I tugged to get him to take his trunks off, and he didn't resist more,
but it just never got hard."
"That's called erectile dysfunction. His penis just doesn't work
sometimes. It's more common in older men."
The man had had gray hair and was pretty old. So she'd learned
something new. Sometimes penises didn't work.
"What about him?" said Katy. "The one in the red suit."
"Him? He's just a kid. He won't be able to give you any sperm."
Katy wasn't surprised -- though she hadn't been sure. "Oh, I know that.
But... he's kind of cute. Could he still do it to me?"
"Not
sure. But look -- he's with his friends. You'd better think of a really
good reason why he should go off alone with a little girl."
Katy shrugged. "I'll manage."
"OK,
if you insist, but if you succeed be sure to tell him not to tell
anyone. The men all know they can't tell, but he might not."
"I will order
him not to tell anyone," said Katy with command.
He was sitting on the edge of the pool, legs dangling in the water,
watching his friends swim.
She approached and sat beside him. "Hi," she said.
He looked away.
"Hello," she said again, tugging.
"Hi."
"My name is Katy. What's yours?"
"Um, Kyle."
"I've got something cool back in my room. You want to come see?"
"What is it?"
Katy drew a blank. "You want to see me without my bathing suit on?" she
tried instead.
A voice called from the water, "Kyle's got a girlfriend!"
Katy
tugged. She yanked. She thought about it. Mark had a point -- boys
didn't like to lose face in front of their friends. She was just a kid.
But she wanted it, and she was more important than other people. She
yanked hard. Kyle's resistance was immense. He took his head in his
hands. Maybe this wasn't worth it...
She returned to Mark, a little deflated.
But he didn't say, "I told you so." He wasn't that kind of man.
Instead, he said, "How about a swim?"
"OK," she said, and they had a refreshing dip in the pool.
She ordered a cheeseburger and fries for dinner, and then a hot fudge
sundae.
When
Mark lay on top of her that night, stuck his thing in, wiggled it back
and forth and then peed the kind of pee she wanted, it felt good. His
factories had been working hard for her. She got him to give her
another dose in the morning.
So off they drove the next day, part of the long journey to Disneyland.
Katy
saw him from some distance away -- a youth sitting on the edge of a
rock slab near the road, looking down, one leg idly kicking back and
forth.
"Slow down," she said... "Stop right in front of him." She had a
feeling.
"Katy, what are you doing?"
"I've gotta pee. I bet he does too." She giggled at her joke. "You
think he's old enough to make sperm?"
"Um, yeah, probably," sighed Mark.
She got out of the car and walked the few steps to where he sat. "Hi, I
gotta pee bad. Can you show me where I can go?"
He
looked at her with surprise and interest. "Um, anywhere back there
should do." He pointed to the woods that started 30 feet behind me.
"No, I want you to show
me," she said. Little tug.
"Well,
OK," he said with a shrug and a smile... They walked. "How about here?"
Lots of trees were between them and the road. A rock shielded them.
"OK," she said, "But you stay to watch." She started to give a tug, but
his resistance was very weak.
So
she squatted to pee, shorts and panties around her ankles, looking up
at him watching her. She didn't really have so much to get rid of. She
stood, leaving her panties around her ankles.
"Can I watch you pee? I've never seen a boy pee." The gentlest tug.
He
smiled, looked all around to see if anyone could see them, then out
came his penis. He held it and aimed at the spot where Katy had made
the pine needles glisten.
"I don't really have to," he said after half a minute.
"Wait,
keep it out. Can I touch it?" No tug necessary. She fondled it and it
started growing. "I bet you dream of putting that into girls."
He shrugged.
"I'm
little, but I've got a magic vagina. Somehow it can always fit a penis
inside. See, it's the thing you want, right?" She opened her lips with
the hand that was not caressing a fairly stiff cock. A slight tug with
her mind.
"Where?" he said, then answered his own question. "Over there is flat."
There was a cushion of moss.
She lay down for the taking, knees wide apart, ankles still joined by
panties.
He started to lower himself, but she stopped him. "Pull your pants
down!" she said.
"Oh," he said with a grin, and pulled his cock in before freeing
everything, pants around his ankles.
"Oh,
shit..." he murmured as he lay on her and worked his cock into
position. "Aaahhhh!" he said as he penetrated her, and gave further
little happy exclamations as he forced it deeper and deeper. Then he
began the fast in and out that men all did. "What about you? I do
something to make you happy? he said with confusion.
"No, no! Jam it in really deep and let it all come out!" she said.
After
one brief glance at her he made some more frantic thrusts, and seconds
later he did just what she asked, breathing heavily and smiling.
She felt especially good from this batch. Powerful, and it was richer
somehow.
When
he had rolled to the side and disengaged from her, she looked at him.
"Bet you didn't expect that!" She laughed. "Well, thanks! I'm going to
Disneyland with my uncle."
She was up and decent again. He scrambled to follow. "Wait... Who are
you? What was that about? ... You're so young!"
"Bye," she said, running out of the woods and into Mark's waiting car.
Mark looked at her and shook his head, then started off.
"What?" she asked, challenging him.
"It just doesn't seem right. I've never heard of anything like this
before..."
"Well, I know it's right for me. And I know what I want. I'm a very
special girl, right? With those special genes."
At
the diner where they stopped for lunch, she saw a burly tattooed man
heading for the men's room, and she quick got up to follow him. When he
opened the door to enter, she forced her way in too, then closed it
behind them and locked it. It was a one-person-at-a-time sort of rest
room.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Pull your pants down." Medium-sized tug.
She fondled the organ that appeared, no tugging required.
"You shouldn't be doing that," he said, but without conviction.
It
got pretty stiff, then she licked it a few times to finish it off. "I'm
a lot older than I look," she said. "And I want it." She pulled her
shorts and panties down and hopped up on the sink, legs spread.
He eyed her, shaking his head. She gave a brief tug.
After a moment, he said, "I never turned down a pussy in my life so
far, and I'm not about to start now."
He
approached, no further tug required. He managed to get it into her a
little, but he was on his tiptoes. "I got a better idea," he said,
putting his hands around her waist and lifting her up, bringing her
close against his body. As he did, the cock that was in her just a
little rose from horizontal to vertical, still barely engaged with the
girl.
Katy was intrigued, wondering what would happen next.
Then
he let her down, impaling her on his stiff rod and giving a little
smile. She laughed. He did a few awkward thrusts, but looked around
again, and then, carrying his small, light mate on his phallus, he
walked a few steps to the wall. He pinned her waist against it with his
hands, right next to the paper towel dispenser, got her at the right
height, and began pounding in and out. Her legs wrapped loosely around
his hips.
He pounded away for a minute, then said, "Why you want the cum? Nice to
think you... want my baby, but you're not that old..."
"Oh, I just do! I love to get it. And the sooner the better." Tiny tug.
"OK, baby." Concentration, speed, intensity, and then the lunge -- and
the liquid power went from him to her.
The food had come while she was away, and she began on her meal when
Mark was half-finished.
"Hi, Sam." Sam was only 9 years old, but he was awfully cute.
She tried to make some more small talk, but he wasn't so good at
keeping a conversation going.
"Would you come to my room for a couple minutes? I want to show you
something." Tug.
When
they were back in the room, she said, "Well, I feel kind of naughty,
but this is what I want to show you." She pulled her bikini bottom down.
Sam looked away, uncomfortable.
"Could I look at yours? I've never seen a boy before down there." Tug.
"You can even touch me if you want."
After
a few more tugs they were both naked, and she was kissing him as they
stood. Once she got him started, he seemed to like it. He got the idea
of moving his hands all over her body and needed no convincing to keep
doing that too. His little penis got hard.
When she lay back on
the bed, legs spread wide, he needed no tugging to go in real close
with his face and see exactly what a girl looked like inside her lips.
Without
prompting he mounted her and pressed his little organ into her. It kind
of reminded her of her middle finger. Like every male she'd ever met,
he poked it in and out without needing to be told.
He went on and one for many minutes, then slowed down.
Katy
remembered what Mark had told her a few months earlier. Maybe he didn't
know any more than she did back then. "They say that if you keep going,
you might get to a point where it feels really good and you're
finished."
"And... Well, is that OK with you?"
What a sweet boy! "Sure, it's OK. I'm having fun."
So
he went at it again, pressing in over and over. She caressed him and
smiled at him. When he seemed particularly excited, she just said, "Let
it go -- let it all out."
And then he gave a little moan and relaxed. She felt nothing way up
inside her, of course.
After
he pulled out he was content to snuggle with her for a little while.
She'd never snuggled naked with anyone that small before -- though he
was a little bigger than she was. He would start to get up, but she
tugged on his mind to get him to lie back down. She liked the touch.
But his resistance started getting stronger, and she saw no reason to
keep him.
"A fun little secret, between just the two of us, right?"
"Right," he said, with an honest smile. Then he was gone.
Katy lay on the motel bed, naked but for her pink bikini top, legs
spread wide, expectant.
"Honey, I don't think I can help you. I'm gay. Women just don't do it
for me -- or girls, either. I'm into men."
She'd heard of gays and lesbians. "So it only gets stiff for a man?"
"Yeah."
Katy
thought a moment, made herself decent, and said, "Wait here" before
running to the pool entrance. She waved to Mark and motioned for him to
come over.
When the three were alone behind the locked door, the man said, "Oh,
are you gay? Hmmmmm."
"No, I'm not gay," said Mark, looking crossly at Katy.
"Well, sometimes straight guys like to get it," he said, licking his
lips and looking at the front of Mark's suit.
"This is my uncle Mark. Would that make your penis stiff?"
"You bet."
"Then do it."
"Katy!"
"You like it when I do it, what's the difference?"
"You might like it," said the man.
"Do it," said Katy, frowning, looking at Mark. Yank. Yank hard.
There were three naked people. The man was looking lustily at Mark's
limp penis. His own was hard.
"So now you can stick it in me, right?"
"Yeah,"
sighed the man. "Honey, why don't you let me do you doggy style. That
way I can pretend you're just a really little twink."
So Mark
sat just below the pillows. Katy got herself into doggy position, butt
up and face down on the mattress pretty close to Mark's crotch. And the
man caressed Mark's penis, which hardened.
"Sure you don't want it in the butt, honey? That's what I'm used to."
"No, my vagina!"
"Well, OK, I'll pretend you're a twink with an extra butt hole. You
guide me, OK?"
She positioned him, and he forced himself into her vagina and began
thrusting.
"Oh,
my... That is a lovely rectum you have, honey. It really is kind of
custom made for a penis, isn't it? If only men had one like that... Uh,
oh, I'm losing pressure." She could feel him getting soft.
"But
this should help." He lowered himself and took Mark's cock in his
mouth. He mouthed it for many seconds, and it got stiff, as Katy felt
his own getting stiff inside her.
"You're supposed to go in and out," said Katy.
"Oh, sorry," said the man, thrusting again. "I'd love to swallow your
cum," he said to Mark.
"No, he's got to save that for me!"
Katy saw Mark nod.
"You've got to go in and out and spurt deep inside me," said Katy.
Small tug.
"OK, honey," he said, grappling her hips and beginning a fast and
earnest copulation.
In under a minute she felt him harden and then sigh as he delivered the
stuff right where she wanted it.
"A new experience," he sighed, withdrawing.
"You can go now," said Mark. Katy didn't contradict him, so the man
dressed and left. "Toodle-oo!"
"What's wrong?" said Katy, not tugging on Mark at all.
"I'm not gay. I only like girls."
"What difference does it make whether he licks it or I do?"
"It makes all the difference."
Katy didn't really understand. She felt a little bad. But she needed
sperm, and Mark had said he'd help her get it.
Late
that afternoon, when Katy had gotten six guys to dump their sticky
stuff in her girliness, she took a break, feeling just great. She
noticed Mark's gaze following one girl. He didn't stare, but he took
long looks whenever she was turned the other way. The girl was maybe
11, with a pretty face, big blue eyes, and long blond hair. Katy
hatched a plan.
First she told Mark to go back to the motel
room, and she'd be along in a minute. Then she introduced herself to
the girl. Liz was her name. Liz required no tugging, and talked with
Katy like she might to a younger sister. "You want to come play in my
room?" she said. Mild tug. Moderate tug.
"OK, I can do that." She followed Katy.
"Oh," said Mark when they appeared. He was sitting on the bed reading.
"See who I brought?"
"Ummm, yeah..."
"I saw you looking at her."
Liz looked puzzled.
Katy continued, "You said it matters who, right?"
"Oh, no," said Mark. "No, no... Nothing like that."
Katy was full of sperm, confident and full of energy. She knew what was
good for Mark.
"Take your suit off, Liz." Yank. Firm yank. A confused-looking girl
peeled off her one-piece.
"You too, Mark." Firm yank.
"Now lie down, Liz, and let him make you feel good." Yank.
Mark looked at Katy.
"Do it," said Katy. Good, sharp yank. She seemed to have an ample
supply today.
So Mark slid onto the bed next to Liz and began caressing her.
She
just barely heard Mark whisper in Liz's ear, "I'm sorry honey. She's
making me do this. Making you do it too." Liz gave a quick nod.
And
then he began to caress her, tenderly, gently, everywhere. He kissed
her on the lips and she kissed him back. His hands fingered her
nipples, which at her age were just starting to stand out. He caressed
her mound down below, where a few light hairs were coming in.
Katy
noticed that she wasn't doing anything -- not the tiniest hint of a
tug. The two were eagerly making out. Liz spread her legs wide apart,
encouraging Mark to massage her between the legs more. Katy saw him
poke a finger into her vagina, then slide it in and out. When it was
out, Katy could see that it was wet.
Mark shifted down and began licking Liz between the legs. She responded
with little gasps and occasional pelvic twitches.
But then she propped herself up a bit and said to Mark, "Can I play
with you?"
With
a glance at Katy, Mark lay on his back and Liz caressed him a bit,
focusing quickly on his male parts. His cock was already quite stiff.
After a brief hesitation, Liz started exploring Mark's organ with her
tongue.
"You should do it to her for real," said Katy.
Liz looked troubled.
"But it will hurt her," complained Mark.
"She's
wet, I saw." She tugged hard. Mark resisted firmly. She tugged again,
and he resisted again. She had plenty of more power if she wanted to
use it.
"Please!" he said to her, with such a teary look and
such intensity that she stopped. Maybe Katy didn't quite understand
what was involved here.
"Well, OK," said Katy. Time for a change
of plan. She wanted it! She scrambled up on the bed, edging Liz higher,
and presented herself for the taking. Mark plunged into her, expression
hard to read, though he was glancing at Liz.
"Hold yourself open so he can see," said Katy. Liz spread her legs wide
and complied without any need for a nudge.
"Now come quick, quick, quick!" she said to Mark. No tug required.
Mark made ten long, deep strokes and then groaned as his eyes stayed
glued to Liz's open pussy.
Katy felt the warmth of power, but then felt a bonus! She'd never
gotten a dose like this before.
When they had relaxed a minute, Katy said to Liz, "OK, you can go now."
As Liz worked herself back into her one-piece, Mark said, "And don't
tell anyone?"
"Oh,
right," said Katy. "Don't tell anyone." Yank -- resistance. "Ever."
Hard yank -- more resistance. "OK?" Harder yank - resistance overcome.
"OK," said Liz.
"This will just be a special little treat -- a nice memory."
So
Mark didn't want to hurt a girl by sticking it in her pussy if the
pussy wasn't ready. That was nice of him. He was nice to girls that way
like he'd been nice to her.
But Katy learned. She got Mark to confide some of his fantasies.
And
so one day girls of ages 3 and 4 lay against the headboard, one on each
pillow. Both had towels wrapped around their heads over their eyes so
they couldn't see. They had both shed their 1-piece suits and lay with
legs wide apart. Katy lay below, and Mark was on her, fucking away
quietly.
The girly mounds of the two little ones both glistened
from where Mark had licked them, and now he had his left hand pressed
against the one crotch and his right against the other, a grin of pure
lust on his face. He gave Katy the most empowering spurts she'd ever
received.
One
evening the only group at the motel's pool was a handsome 16-year-old
boy and three girls who looked to be a year or two younger.
Katy
used some hard yanks to get the boy back to her motel room and get his
delicious mess of sperm. She released the boy and he returned to the
girls. When Katy returned a minute later, she had to walk by them to
get to Mark. She realized that while she'd made sure the boy wouldn't
tell, the girls could probably tell something interesting had happened
-- and they had been excluded. One of the girls stood in Katy's way and
jostled her. She tried to get around her by the edge of the pool, and
the girl accidentally on purpose bumped her hip, sending her into the
water with a splash.
She coughed and spluttered and paddled to
the edge of the pool. The three girls were laughing at her. She was
Katy. No one laughed at her! She was aware of Mark approaching but
waved him back, then she addressed the teens with malice in her eye.
"Don't move, any of you." They quieted and stood, looking at her as she
clung to the edge of the pool.
"Pick your noses, you girls," she said, and when they hesitated, said,
"Do it!"
The girls picked their noses, eyes wide.
"Now put your fingers in your mouth... Again..."
Katy savored the moment, wondering what to do next.
"Take your tops off and show me your boobs."
Three faces reacted in surprise and confusion as their own hands took
the three bikini tops off, glancing at the boy.
"Now, pee. Standing right where you are."
One
by one, wet appeared at the crotch of the bathing suits and tricking
down a leg. None of them had been in the water, so it was impossible to
miss just what was happening.
The boy was trying not to laugh, and the girls could see. They looked
miserable -- just like they deserved.
"OK, now get out of here," Katy said.
The
girls were all too eager to flee, working their tops back on as they
hurried away. The boy followed them, but turned to give Katy a big
smile before leaving the pool.
STIs
were no longer an issue. Hormonal contraceptives were so unobtrusive by
then that most parents who weren't super-religious just routinely gave
them to their girls at puberty. This made condoms a specialty item. But
after she described what she wanted to do, Mark said that was what she
needed, and he found some.
Katy had a gorgeous 13-year-old lying
back on the bed, tearful, legs spread. A pimply and awkward classmate
was on her in mounting position.
"Fuck her!" commanded Katy.
She
tugged hard on the girl to keep her still, but needed just the gentlest
nudge on the boy. He pressed hard and harder with condomed cock. The
girl cried and yelped, the boy lunged forward and punched into her. The
girl cried while blood leaked out onto the sheets.
Katy was strangely thrilled.
The
boy pressed his advantage and plowed into his bloody mate to the hilt,
then began quick frantic strokes. Seconds later he gasped as he came.
Following
Katy's quick succession of commands, he pulled out and unrolled the
condom. Katy grabbed it and, holding herself wide open, plunged it into
herself inside out.
"Now stick it in me... all the way!"
The boy's still-stiff penis surged up into her, pressing the reversed
condom in deep.
Oh,
that was splendid! Such power and happiness! The sperm of rape
plastered into a pussy that in contrast was entirely welcoming.
The
progress towards Disneyland was slow, as they checked out of one motel
just before 11, and checked into the next before 3 or 4 -- having
stopped for lunch in between.
Sometimes Katy saw something she wanted to look at, and of course Mark
humored her.
One
afternoon they were driving on the highway through a city right on the
coast. Katy wanted to go down to the docks. Mark took the exit and
drove towards the waterfront. He pointed out that it was a tough
neighborhood. Katy didn't care. They emerged into the dock area, a few
abandoned warehouses behind them. They got out of the car and walked
along the edge. Katy liked the dirty greenish water, the big posts
coated with black tar, and she liked that they were alone.
She heard quick footsteps behind them. When they turned to look, the
seedy-looking young man approached.
"Stay calm," urged Mark quietly. Katy was scared.
The man produced a gun from inside his sweatshirt. Katy was terrified.
"Your wallet," he demanded of Mark.
Mark fished it out slowly and tossed it gently at the man's feet.
He picked it up and smiled at the fat wad of bills. He stuck them in
his pocket.
"Thank
you kindly," he said sarcastically and laughed. He pulled some of the
plastic cards out one by one and tossed them aside, then threw the
wallet over his shoulder.
"Suckers," he said and turned away. Katy was relieved.
But after he had walked a few steps, Katy remembered who she was. And
she became furious.
"Stop!" she yelled.
"Katy!" said Mark urgently.
"Turn around!" she said. "Point the gun at your head!"
"Katy, no, no, don't!" said Mark.
The man's eyes were wide with confusion and fright.
She paused to savor the moment, feeding her rage with the man's
frightened look.
"No, Katy, no, no...!" whispered Mark.
"Pull the trigger!" she shouted.
There was a bang and the man fell, blood gushing from his head.
"Oh, Katy, Katy, let's get out of here," said Mark, taking her hand and
yanking her towards the car.
"Stop," she said. "Get your money back... Do it!"
Meanwhile she walked around picking up all the plastic credit cards and
IDs. Mark found one she'd missed.
They walked back to the car, got in, and Mark drove quickly through the
neighborhood back to the highway.
The blood pouring from the man's head had surprised Katy, but on the
whole she felt satisfied.
"He was a mean, terrible man," she said at last.
"But, Katy... Don't you see, we can't do that? Take the law into our
own hands?"
"I didn't do anything. He did everything." That's what she said, but
she knew it wasn't quite right.
She wondered what his
sperm would have felt like inside.
At
Mark's warning that the police might be after them if someone had seen
their license plate, they drove well into the evening until they
crossed the state line. He gave her his juice with little enthusiasm.
They got up early the next morning and drove all day.
They
picked up one hitchhiker and brought him close to his destination and
parked. Mark went off for a few minutes, supposedly to pee in the
bushes, while she got the man to give up his sperm to her in the back
seat.
That night Mark gave her his earnest contribution, and
once again in the morning, but Katy was unsatisfied. She started
feeling like she was shrinking.
They found a city park the next
morning, and Katy in turn waylaid four joggers and in the bushes
brought each of them in turn fully under her spell. Once tugged into
mounting her, they behaved like the male animals they were and happily
delivered their semen deep inside her, just where she wanted it. That
was better!
The
motel that night was full and the pool area crowded. Fortified by a few
shots up the vagina in the usual fashion, she devised a more ambitious
plan.
Soon four very attractive teen girls occupied their motel
room. One each bed one was on her back, spread wide for the taking, the
other on hands and knees with her butt up in the air to get it doggy
style. Mark stood outside, ordered reluctantly to stop any of the four
from leaving in case Katy's control of the girls was weaker than she
expected. Meanwhile Katy corralled a series of men and big boys to come
in for a treat.
She outfitted each with a condom and told him to
fuck away in whatever series of pussies he fancied, but as soon as he
came he'd have to quick pull out and do the reverse condom trick so
Katy could get the sperm. If one of them couldn't stay stiff long
enough to act as a manly plunger, she had a compact flashlight that
would serve instead.
After getting nine doses of very exciting semen that way, Katy was
flying. She had never felt so good in her life.
She
was full of ideas and energy. Mark, old stick in the mud, told her
politely how they would never work until she told him to shut up and
listen. She was going to find rich people and suggest they give her
large gifts of cash, so she could buy a bunch of houses. Maybe she
could buy Disneyland! She was going to go to Washington and get those
Democrats and Republicans to work with each other -- or just do what
she said. She'd build a summer house on the moon. She couldn't fall
asleep for a long time.
The
next morning Katy woke up feeling groggy and feverish. Her muscles
ached. She vomited and had diarrhea. When she was even worse that
evening, Mark took her to a hospital and they said she had the flu.
They kept her there overnight -- or was it two nights? -- then she
ended up in a quiet motel room. She slept a lot, waking up long enough
to pee or drink or have some soup Mark spooned into her.
Then
she got so she was awake for an hour. She was very tired, but thought
some sperm would pick her up. It always had. She didn't need any energy
to get sperm -- it was the man who needed it. She asked Mark to give
her some, but he refused. She ordered him. She tugged on him just as
hard as she could, but it didn't do any good. She hadn't had any sperm
up her pussy for several days now -- seven, Mark told her -- and she
had no more power.
Mark sat with her the next afternoon. He said
her parents were coming that night and he'd probably never get to see
her again -- or never alone together. She was as indignant as her
weakened condition allowed, but he explained it and it kind of made
sense. They both knew that she could make people do things when she got
sperm up her pussy. Her mother was pretty sure of it too. And now she
was going to make sure Katy never got any sperm again.
Mark said
the trip had been a disaster. Katy disagreed at first, but he reviewed
with her everything they had done. What had seemed so obvious and
sensible at the time no longer did.
Had she really been
responsible for men raping girls? Had she really had some girls picking
their noses and peeing themselves just because she was mad at them? And
had she really gotten a man with a gun to shoot himself in the head? As
they went over things, it all felt pretty different -- and pretty bad.
Katy realized she had been a very bad girl.
For
weeks, Katy's mother made sure she was never alone -- never free to
sneak over the back fence and get some horny boy to give her some
sperm. Someone was always watching her -- someone female. Yet they
couldn't keep Katy under guard for the rest of her life. Even if they
had wanted to, there was no medical diagnosis under which she could be
detained against her will.
But Katy understood now. She had
turned 7 years old on August 31st, and maybe that helped. It hadn't
been good when she'd arranged to eat ice cream for breakfast or strain
the family's budget buying toys for her. But it really wasn't good to
skip school for weeks or to make Mark lose his job. It really wasn't
good to make a man kill himself, even if he was a mean man. It really
wasn't good to leave a dozen girls knowing they had been sexually
abused or raped, and not understanding why they hadn't said no -- not
remembering any force or coercion. It really wasn't good to leave over
a hundred men with a memory of raping a small girl, feeling they were
responsible when they really weren't. Because while they'd mostly all
done her with enthusiasm once they got started, she really had had to
tug at them to overcome their basic decency and morality.
Katy
had the genes to guarantee that early sexual experiences would not harm
her, but she didn't have anything to keep her from hurting other people.