She
was so cute, the little four-year-old. She gave me an innocent smile.
If only I could have bent down and invited her to me, and she had come
into my arms with a big friendly hug. I would have hugged her back with
infinite tenderness. I would have looked into her eyes, and maybe I'd
feel the delicate touch of her tender lips if she kissed me on the
cheek before giving me another warm smile. But alas, this was out of
the question. She was with her parents, who were keeping close track of
her. It was more fundamentally out of the question because I don't
quite trust myself. I might have done a little more, might have let my
hands roam here and there, and then the poor thing might start brewing
deep emotional scars. So I wish you well, fair young lass, and may God
protect you from men who have the same urges but can't or won't control
them.
But I can dream. And I do, that very night.
She
comes to me, excited and eager to be touched and cuddled. I cover her
hair and face with kisses, fondle her body with my hands -- my hands
and lips seem everywhere at once -- appreciating the warmth of girl
through clothing, then gently sliding between clothing and flesh, and
then dispensing with the clothing to caress pure girl skin, exposed for
our sharing. She delights in this touch and sensuality, and giggles
once or twice. She realizes too that this is different. There is more
here than what she's known so far in life, and she's eager to find out
what.
A firm but soft mattress appears beneath us, and the girl
is on her back, curious and excited as I spread her legs apart and
fondle the private folds tucked up at the junction of her perfect
little thighs. My head descends to breathe in her essence, spread her
little lips and lick within. She feels a sweet stirring of pleasure,
and within seconds her little feminine passage leaks lubrication. I
shift my body and descend with my hard and eager cock. It approaches
the slit between her legs, and for her it's like heading over the first
big drop of the roller coaster: it's very scary looking down. The blunt
pressure surprises her, but her tender girl flesh spreads apart to take
my phallus within, much more quickly than seems possible. There is no
damage and no pain -- her body has risen to the challenge of this
encounter. She's shocked at the intrusion and sense of being stuffed
below, but it doesn't hurt and there's something just right about it --
the coaster is dropping and it's fun!
Then she's astonished at
the pleasure, and her gaze at me is full of wonder and trust as the
ecstasy of the first orgasm of her young life overwhelms her brain. Her
virgin tunnel is very tight, but hot and soupy, and in her orgasm it
rhythmically and gently contracts around my intruding prong. I bottom
out, pubic bone to pubic bone, her junior pussy taking my entire
length. Then as I begin my rapid, deep in-and-out motion it pushes her
orgasm into overdrive and she manages only a squeak. All is perfectly
aligned for my immense pleasure to roar upon me, and I too am
overwhelmed by transcendent ecstasy, twitching within her young cunt to
answer her twitches, but each twitch of mine explodes a gob of cum deep
into her innards. She grips me so tightly that the pressure of the cum
flood builds and it has nowhere to go but into her waiting young
uterus, and from there up into her body. My essence swims through her
bloodstream, to every fingertip and toe. It also swims to her brain,
where she knows me totally, knows that something very special has
happened and forms an image of an ecstatic perfect balance that will
stay with her forever. My sperm cells in their teeming millions invade
her ovaries, and squirm around intimately, attaching themselves to the
young eggs and fertilizing every single one. When she comes of age, she
realizes with great happiness, she will give birth to my babies, one
after the other.
The experience has been peak ecstasy for me,
the fulfillment of my wildest desire. But it is more a precedent than a
conclusion. There is that other girl over there, a blond to this one's
brunette, and as I leave the first girl behind, she comes to me with
the same innocent but curious willingness. My caresses of lips, chest,
and the tender parts inside her panties ignite her fires and lead to
the same flabbergasted ecstasy as my cock surges inside her. I am even
stiffer than before, it feels even better, and I ejaculate just as
much, which similarly pervades her entire being: mind, flesh and
ovaries. I kiss her ecstatic, twitching form goodbye and she is eager
to see me go, eager for me to work the same magic on other girls.
And
I do, one after the other, wherever they may be: playing in the park,
in neat rows in their preschool classrooms, frolicking with abandon in
little bathing suits on the beach, sleepily tucked into warm beds.
Whether under jeans, dresses, bathing suits, or pajamas, the girl parts
are all there, all ready to be awakened to the magic of my caress, to
engulf my organ with wonder and immense pleasure, and to receive the
flood of my sperm to unite with her soul and body.
In the dream
I turn into two of myself, then four, then eight, doubling each time,
and we spread out over the earth, finding all the little girls -- and
not so little girls -- arousing and fulfilling every last one, filling
each tender cunny with my holy seed. Some are old enough to start
growing my babies soon, while in others the eggs will sleep happily for
many years.
One trip through the world is not enough. I return
to my darlings for a second time, and this time they know what to
expect and appreciate the ecstasy and communion in a new way.
My
being expands so that I am copulating with every single attractive
female on earth at exactly the same time. Every girl has hands raised
in willing surrender, and I interlock fingers with her as I gaze into
her eyes. Every pair of legs is eagerly held open wide, every cunt
desperately wanting my intrusion, wanting my precious spurts. We work
up to a continuous mutual orgasm as all of my penises flood all the
vaginas with veritable rivers of cum. The girls worship me, and well
they might for the ecstasy I bring to them and the promise of my
exquisite babies sliding from their wombs as the years pass. And in
this fantasy of worldwide orgy, I attend most intently to the loveliest
and sweetest young girls as I fulfill their deepest desires and mess
their innards thoroughly with life-giving seed.
But then, alas,
as the old cliché goes -- it is inevitable, it cannot be helped, in
story or in reality -- I wake up. And throughout the world, safe in
their beds or awake and at play, every little girl lives on, unharmed
and unaware of my dream, just as it should be. All is well with the
world.