Mr.
Simon Richardson was 32. He answered his door warily. A glance at the
clock told him it was 9:18, quite late for an unannounced visit. Two
strangers stood outside, and his heart sank when one identified himself
as a police detective and flashed his badge. He had had all too much to
do with the police. He was pretty sure he hadn't done anything wrong
lately on the internet, but pedophiles were always fair game for
harassment.
"Mr. Richardson -- can we come in?"
"OK," he said.
"I'm Detective Jennings. We met a few years during your hearings."
"Sorry if I don't remember -- there were a lot of people back then. Is there some problem?"
"No,
no, we're not here to investigate you or anything. There's no problem.
The records show you finished your probation period with no incidents."
He
had no trouble staying away from girls -- he had never gone near them
anyway. Since his probation he hadn't gone near anything remotely
resembling child porn either. But he was like anyone in a free country
and allowed to look at pictures of children fully clothed, or even in
bathing suits. He was allowed to have impure thoughts.
"We're
here for something entirely different -- well, not totally unrelated,
but quite different. Very, very unusual. I'd like you to meet Mr.
Carlson."
"Pleased to meet you." The two shook hands.
"I'm with the national Center For Disease Control. Here's the story. You've heard of the girl disease?"
"Only vaguely -- I don't follow the news much."
"Let
me explain. A deadly disease that attacks only girls has been sweeping
through Philadelphia. Until three days ago there had been just an
isolated case here and there. But the number of cases has risen
dramatically. At last count there have been 1,393 confirmed cases and
58 deaths, though that number is certain to rise."
"That's terrible!"
"Yes.
Within the last 24 hours cases have been diagnosed right here in the
metro Pittsburgh area, and we are very worried. The 11 cases we have
identified are girls who attend five different elementary schools. It
is extremely contagious from casual contact, and based on the
experience in Philadelphia, we can expect well over one quarter of all
the girls in those schools to come down with the disease within 48
hours.
"One feature of the disease that is particularly
disturbing is that its most severe symptoms are seen in the girl's
genital area. It is officially referred to as Female Genital
Disturbance Syndrome, or FGDS.
"We do have a very promising
preventive measure, but it is highly unusual. Very controversial. We
think that if an adult penis penetrates girls' vaginas before the
disease begins to show any symptoms, they are immune."
"What?"
"I
know, it sounds very strange. Hard to believe. But the informal
evidence is strong. There were a few classrooms in Philadelphia where
nearly every girl displayed the syndrome. Only five girls out of 62 did
not come down with the disease. In three of those five cases, social
service records showed that the girl had been sexually abused -- more
specifically, vaginally raped -- by a male relative. One other case was
under investigation at the time of the outbreak. Aggressive
investigation revealed that the fifth girl was being raped at home as
well."
"That's terrible!"
"Yeah, it's a terrible disease and what might prevent it is highly disturbing as well."
"Awful... And you're here because..." Simon couldn't quite believe the obvious connection.
"From your past crimes, it seemed pretty likely that you are sexually attracted to girls."
"Most guys are attracted to girls," he said.
"Girls
in their teens, yes. But we're not talking teens here. We're talking
girls in the range of ages five to thirteen. Once a girl gets her
period she is no longer at risk. We need men who are attracted to young
girls, though no girls below the age of five have gotten it."
"Need them for what?" Simon asked, not sure he had heard right before.
Mr. Carlson paused a moment. "Need them to engage in sexual intercourse with the girls."
"Wait a minute... Is this a sting operation?"
"I
can understand your concern," the detective put in. "We thought you
might need proof. We have letters here from the State Police and the
Attorney General's office. Both, actually -- federal and state."
Simon
looked at the letters. The stationery looked official and he caught the
phrase, "... hold harmless and grant absolute immunity from any charges
of wrongdoing involving sexual relations of any kind with minor
children..."
"You are suggesting that I engage in sexual intercourse with little girls? Fuck them?"
"Hard
as it is to believe, that is exactly what we are suggesting that you
do. In fact," and here the man from the CDC leaned forward and changed
his tone, "we are begging you to. The lives of girls are at stake here!"
That
jolted him. The idea of little girls suffering distressed him a great
deal. "So how precisely are you proposing this happens? Do I go from
door to door?"
"No -- though your legal immunity would cover
that too. We are hoping that you will report tomorrow morning to the
Kennedy Elementary School by 7:30am."
It suddenly struck Simon
that this was preposterous. Something was wrong with this picture. But
he decided to play along. "Am I going to be part of a big team? 'The
Kennedy Warriors Fucking Team'?"
"No, actually it will be just you."
"Aren't you going to be there to help? You too, detective?"
"Maybe
it's not apparent to you, but most normal men --" He paused. "Most
typical men can't achieve an erection to have intercourse with young
girls."
"Surely there are lots of pedophiles like me out there?" he asked.
"There
are undoubtedly a great many we don't know about, and while they might
come forward and admit their inclinations in due time, most of them are
still in the closet. Of the pedophiles we know about, many are in
prison and have a violent past or are unwilling to step forward when
their skills -- um, let's make that 'preferences' are needed.
"But the main thing is that we have no time. We need someone tomorrow morning to keep girls from dying."
"How many girls are there in this school?"
"I don't know, do you?" Mr. Carlson asked the detective.
"No, can't say as I do. I can't imagine it's less than 40."
"Right.
Now, suppose I'm quite the stud. I can have orgasms -- oh, four times a
day? I'm going to inoculate four girls? That's just a drop in the
bucket."
"Heh, good one, Simon," said the detective. "Not that I
expect those little girls have very big buckets down there, heh heh."
The other two didn't laugh, so he looked away and said no more.
"We
are fortunate in that respect. It appears that ejaculation is not
required. All that is required is full vaginal penetration. As long as
a man can maintain an erection, he should be able to provide that
service to dozens or conceivably hundreds of girls a day."
Simon
couldn't believe his ears. "There is this other problem. As the
detective noted, little girls don't have buckets between their legs.
Although I have never seen or explored the private parts of a little
girl, I am led to believe that their vaginas are tiny. Not buckets.
Very small. When sicko men stick it in a little girl, it hurts her a
lot. It causes permanent damage, if I'm not mistaken."
"That is
a challenge. We will have plenty of lubricant on hand, and the girls
will have their vaginas stretched to some extent beforehand. But it is
a concern. At least serious permanent damage is rare.
"To keep
it in perspective, remember the alternative. It seems pretty likely
that even those girls who survive the FGDS will be sterile if their
genitals 'work' at all."
The CDC man paused. "I realize this
might be a delicate question, but do you have any idea how the
thickness of your erect penis compares to other men?"
"Ummm, not really -- wait! This is ridiculous. This isn't just some wacko idea the two of you have come up with?"
"We are completely serious."
"All you've shown me so far is a couple of letters. It's easy to fake letters."
"True," said the Detective. "I suggest you dial 911 and ask about the Pedo Angel project."
"What does 911 have to do with it?"
"We realized that it was such an incredible story that people would want to check it out. We can't fake the 911 system, right?"
"OK, I'll make the call, but I'll tell you now I'll be waiting for the punchline."
After a few rings, the phone answered.
"Hello. What is the nature of your life-threatening emergency?"
"Ummm, I'm supposed to say 'Pedo Angel project'."
"Ah yes, a project they just added this evening. Let me transfer you..."
The line went dead briefly.
"Hello, this is the Pedo Angel project."
"There are these guys here at my house who have an incredible story about what this project is. So, what is it?"
"Yes,
the Pedo Angel project is very unusual and hard to believe. In response
to the FGDS disease, the CDC has convinced the feds and the state to
grant immunity to prosecution to any pedophiles -- I mean any men --
who engage in sexual relations with young girls as part of the effort
to prevent the mysterious illness." Simon heard a phone ringing in the
background. "Is there anything else I could do to help reassure you? I
can talk as long as you want, but we are busy here."
"No, no, that's OK," said Simon, and hung up. No punchline, at least not yet. His mind was numb.
"So, what do you say?" asked Mr. Carlson.
"I'm
still trying to figure this out." After a pause, he said, "I have never
even thought seriously about what it would be like to touch a little
girl. And you want me to penetrate them. What are these girls going to
be thinking? They're not going to be thrilled about this, are they?"
"No, though we're going to do everything we can in terms of support from the teachers."
"I don't know if I could even get it up..." Simon mused.
The CDC man said, "I hope this isn't presumptuous, but close your eyes."
"What?"
"Just do it."
Simon did.
"Imagine
a little girl laid out naked in front of you, legs spread wide. She's
nervous, but her teacher has told her she has to do this, and it's for
her own good. You line up to penetrate her, and when you do, she cries
and begs you to stop. But you know that she needs you to go on -- needs
it for her health. She needs to be raped, and she knows it too. The
teacher and her mother and the scientists and the DA and the President
all agree. Can you keep it up and get yourself to continue with the
penetration?"
The CDC man took a surreptitious peek at the bulge just barely showing at the front of Simon's pants.
"Listen,
we don't know if you're the right man. All we ask is for you to think
about it, and if you think you can do it, show up at the school at
7:30. If you don't, there won't be anyone else to try to help those
little girls at the Kennedy School tomorrow.
"Here's a URL and
password for the Pedo Angel site. You can see what this disease does to
the girls, you can watch a few mothers pleading for people like you to
come forward, and if you want you can look at some legal clean child
porn -- if that might help you decide.
"Oh, and I should
mention. Someone thought up the name 'kitty fever', so if you hear
anyone else using the term you should know." With a sigh, he continued,
"Everyone agrees that a serious disease shouldn't get a lighthearted
name like that..." Mr. Carlson smiled a little. "But it's hard to
resist -- we can all use a little humor in a serious situation."
"Hi,"
said Simon uncertainly, walking into the main office. "I'm here with
Project Pedo Angel." He still half expected to be told no one had any
idea what he was talking about.
"Oh, yes, Mr. Richardson! Are you willing to help our girls?"
"I'm willing to try."
"Here, Mrs. Watson has been waiting for you. I'll leave you two alone."
"I
am so glad you came. My daughter Sophie and I watched my niece Anne --
her cousin -- die of kitty fever yesterday. It was awful. I tried to
keep Sophie away, but she saw."
"I'm sorry... I saw some video."
The delirium and the rash and the pain were what you had heard about
for many illnesses. What haunted him was the girl tearing at and
mangling her vulva, and the surge of blood that came gushing out.
"Sophie
is in that room back there. She is sad about her cousin, but she is
very, very eager to do whatever she needs to to stay safe."
"How old is she?"
"Almost six."
"Shit," muttered Simon.
"Yeah,
I know," said the mother. "We have one more bit of information that
just came in overnight. You need to be sure to insert your penis..."
The woman looked down and away. "Aw shit, this is hard!" she said.
"Christ, yes!" he said, feeling relief that someone else felt horrified by what he was about to do.
"Insert
your penis all the way into my daughter's vagina. If you don't get it
in all the way, it might not help her out. All the way in as in 'bump
the end hard.'"
Simon felt blood surge strongly into his cock. "If I can do this... I mean I'll try... Isn't it going to hurt her like crazy?"
"Yeah,"
the mother sighed. "But we have lots of lube, and by now we can at
least work a tampon applicator tube up into her. That hurt plenty too."
"A tampon tube?"
"We didn't know what to do," the mother said. "it seemed like a start."
"OK, thanks," said Simon, then suddenly confided, "You know, I really don't want to be here. These girls don't deserve this!"
"You're right," said the woman. "But they deserve that disease even less."
The pictures from the website came back to Simon again.
"Look, they say that you never touched any girls. That must have been hard given your inclinations."
It had not been hard at all. But misconceptions about pedophiles were universal.
"Now even when everyone's telling you you ought to do it, you are worried about hurting the girls rather than just doing it."
Simon
sighed inwardly. More misconceptions. He felt not just sexual
attraction but a kind of adoration for little girls, and that part made
it even harder than for other people to actually hurt them.
"You're a good man for feeling the way you do. A very good man. But now, for my girl's sake, can you try to do it anyway?"
"Rape," Simon said, staring off into space.
"Justified rape!" the woman countered, and then with a smile, "Heroic rape!"
Simon couldn't resist sharing a smile at that too.
The
girl sat on a folding cot. She wore a dark blue dress with multicolored
flowers on it. She was a cute girl with short strawberry blond hair.
She spoke before he had even shut the door.
"Hi, can you do that thing to me so I don't get sick and die?"
"Hi, your name is Sophie, right?"
"Yeah. Can you?"
"My name is Simon. You really want me to do it?"
"Yes! I don't want to get kitty fever!"
"Do you know what you're asking me to do, I mean exactly?"
"You stick your penis up inside me and then I'm safe."
He
noticed then that a pair of panties was already on the floor. She got
out of her dress quickly. And there between her legs was an actual set
of little girl labia, the first he had ever seen in his life. She lay
back, presenting them to him. She wanted him to stick his cock up her
pussy.
He took a look at the rest of the girl. Such an adorable
little body -- totally flat chest, smooth radiant skin. She fixed him
with her big grey eyes.
He couldn't believe how hard he had
gotten, and now he stripped from the waist down and saw her anxious
look at his organ. The night before he had used the tape measure and
followed another link on the website to discover that it was a little
thinner than the average guy's cock, but it was still way, way thicker
than a tampon tube.
She wanted it. Her mother wanted him to do it. The CDC and the DAs wanted it. And he wanted it. He really, really wanted it.
So
he slathered his cock with the lube from the tube on the chair, then
raised himself above her and brought his cock to her little opening.
"It's going to hurt," he said. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure. It will be kind of like getting a bad shot, my mommy said."
Simon shoved. Her flesh depressed a little as his blunt tip pressed against it, but didn't budge.
"Can you hold yourself open?" he asked.
She
instantly did as he asked. He shoved harder, and then shoved very hard.
"Ouch!" wailed the girl, but kept holding her pussy lips open. Still no
penetration.
"I'm sorry, sweetie," he said. In any other
circumstances he would have stopped and been wracked by remorse. But
she wanted it, even if it hurt. So he found another side of himself and
grappled her hips so he could press his cock tip against her even
harder, and with his next surge he finally he felt his tip make
progress. There really was a tube, and he had gained a small purchase
in it. The warm embrace her body offered to his tip was a promise of
more to come. He wanted to feel that same tight wetness along the
entire length of his shaft. He pressed again and again, his cock making
progress up her pussy. He kept forcing himself in -- Sophie's mother
said he had to get it in all the way.
Sophie wriggled and jerked
beneath him, crying piteously, but Simon just kept going. Finally the
resistance became even harder, and Sophie's wails ratcheted up in pitch
and volume. He had maybe three inches of his cock in her, but he had
reached the end of her pussy and was in as far as he could get. He
shoved a little harder to make sure he really had bottomed out.
There,
he had done the job! But he didn't pull out. The mindset he had adopted
to force his way into her now compelled him to seek his own release. He
started thrusting back and forth, his pleasure building rapidly even as
the girl wailed beneath him.
"Oh, mmm, Sophie!" he moaned. The
girl laid out below him was naked, vulnerable, and innocent, but she
had asked for the penetration. He was fucking a girl -- for her own
good! "Oh, yes... oh shit, oh man, aahahhh, unnnnh, "Ooooooohhhh!" he
yelled as his body spat his sperm up into her tiny hole in big globs.
He had dreamed of such a thing, but had had no hope it would ever come
true. His dreams featured a smiling girl, not a crying one, but it was
still a deep fulfillment.
Once he felt totally satisfied, he pulled out of the girl, semen oozing out with his cock.
His solicitous side returned. "Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie, are you OK?"
"I guess," she said, sniffling. "I kept saying, 'It's like getting a shot, like getting a shot'..."
"If what they say is right, you should be safe now."
"Thanks," she mumbled uncertainly, smiling through tears.
He dressed and opened the door.
The mother sat waiting right outside, tears in her eyes too.
Sophie
squeezed around him and flung herself into her mother's lap, snuggling
tight and crying softly. Her mother kissed her head and stroked her.
"Did you do it?" she asked him.
"Yeah, yeah I did."
"Oh, thank you so, so much!"
"You heard her crying, though."
"Yeah, it was hard to listen."
"I gotta confess something.... I didn't just pull out when I had got in all the way. I ... kept going."
"Yeah," said the mother, smiling, "I can smell it."
"I'm sorry..."
"I dunno, you're a man, right? What man wants to pull out? Especially one of your kind?"
He noted the prejudice once again. "None, I guess. But she was crying!"
"She'll
be OK," the mother said. "She'd be crying anyway, and besides -- you
saved her life, so the least she could offer you was..."
"She didn't offer me anything."
"She asked you to do it in the first place." The mother smiled. "She left the details to you, right?"
"I guess. OK, um, thanks."
"Thanks again," she said.
So,
she thought of him as an animal, a pedophile animal who deserved praise
for being well enough trained not to rape every little girl he saw. But
she gave no sense of finding him disgusting. He was a well trained dog
who had learned not to bite until the master said, "Sic!"
He found the CDC man Mr. Carlson waiting for him.
"I'm so glad you came. It worked?" he asked.
"Yeah," Simon said.
"Great! We'll call it a feasibility study," he said, and they both smiled. "Was it terribly unpleasant?"
"No," Simon said, "Not at all." He felt a touch of shame.
He noticed Mr. Carlson smiling a little, but decided it was friendly and good-natured.
Mrs. White had a worried expression as she addressed her first-grade class.
"We
have an emergency here today, so I want you all to listen carefully.
For today we need to have all the boys in one class and all the girls
in another. I want all of you boys to retrieve your things and head to
Mr. Storer's room. The girls from his class will be here shortly."
"Is this about that disease girls are getting in the city?" asked a boy.
"We'll tell you more about all this later," said the teacher.
In
a few minutes, the seats the boys vacated had been occupied by the
girls from the other class. Before Mrs. White closed the door she had a
hurried conversation with a woman in the hall and took a paper bag from
her.
"Maybe some of you know there is a terrible disease that is
spreading through some of the bigger cities? That's what Justin was
asking about."
A few heads nodded.
"There's no reason you
would have to know about it usually, but this disease makes girls very
sick. Girls your age. Now, the scientists have discovered something
that protects girls, and it is very unusual."
She paused a moment, barely able to believe what she was about to say.
"You all know how you have private parts that you are supposed to keep covered up and that no strangers are allowed to touch?"
There were several nods. They had all been taught this many times.
"The
disease is so bad that we have to break that rule. You're going to have
to let a stranger see and touch you between the legs."
She was
going to be going through this very fast, she thought. In the
modern-day educational climate, they would invent a curriculum that
would take a month to explain this to the girls. But this man Mr.
Richardson might be there soon. They were the first class on his list,
and he had a lot of classes to go through.
"You have labia
between your legs, that look kind of like this," she said, drawing a
quick schematic of the female anatomy on the board. "When you pee, it
comes from inside of them. And as you know, when you poop it comes from
a different hole down here," she said, giving rise to a couple giggles
as she drew a simple hole for an anus.
"There is another hole
here inside your labia. Maybe some of you know about it and some of you
don't. It's called a vagina. Usually little girls like you don't need
to worry about it. But it's the hole that babies come out of when you
get to be grown women."
A number of girls laughed.
"No,
I'm serious... You grow bigger and it grows even more than the rest of
you. It has another use, too." Why do I have to explain this to first
graders? The thought made her angry.
"You know that babies have
mommies and daddies. While the baby comes out of the mommy, it's partly
from the daddy too, and the part from the daddy has to go into the
mommy. It goes through that same vagina."
It was hard to read the girls' expressions.
"You know boys have penises, right?"
There were some more giggles.
"The way the daddy part gets into the mommy is that the man's penis gets hard and he pokes it into the woman's vagina."
The
girls had a variety of reactions. Some laughed at what they assumed was
a joke. Some just stared, not sure what to think, and some gave the
predictable, "Ewww!" as they absorbed the information.
"The only
way we know to protect you from this disease is for a man to slide his
penis into your vagina." There, she'd said it. "This Mr. Richardson
will be here before long. And when he's here he's going to stick his
penis into each of you."
"No one's going to stick anything into me!" said Kathy, hotly.
"That
is a very good reaction, Kathy," said Mrs. White. "But this is very
important, like getting a shot at the doctor's. It's yucky but you have
to do it.
"There's more, too. Mr. Richardson has a big penis,
and your vaginas are still small. We need to do some things so it won't
hurt when he sticks it into you." Or won't hurt quite so much, she
reflected, feeling sudden queasiness.
"First, I have tubes here
of a lubricant -- that's a slippery fluid that helps things slide more
easily. You should all take some of that as I pass the tubes around.
Then what you need to do is find your vagina, get some of the lubricant
on your little finger, and try poking it up inside."
Mrs. White
realized that desks and chairs weren't going to work. "Listen, class, I
want you all to get up and push the desks to the side so we have a big
clear space here, then take off your shoes and stand in a circle."
She
handed the tube of lubricant to Anne, a sensible girl who was calmer
than most of her classmates. Anne looked uncertain what to do.
"You have to pull your pants down, of course," said Mrs. White.
The class giggled. Anne took a deep breath and pulled her purple pants down to her knees.
"Underpants too."
Blushing a little, Anne pulled her panties down to her knees.
Mrs.
White realized that she needed to take some more decisive action.
"Listen class -- all of you. Take your pants and panties off." The
girls hesitated, looking at each other. "Go ahead, do it!" she urged.
"What about you?" a girl from the other class asked.
Mrs.
White felt her face go red. But how could she refuse, given what she
was asking of them? With a deep breath, she took off her own shoes,
slipped off her dress and her panties and stood before them wearing
nothing but her bra. The girls stared.
"OK, I've done it, now
you too, quick now!" Singling out her model pupil, she said, "Anne was
brave enough to do it, so now the rest of you too!"
"Should we take our dresses off?" asked one girl.
"Not unless you want to. It's kind of chilly in here."
Hesitantly, the clothes came off. The girls with pants lost them, and every girl shed a pair of panties.
"OK,
everyone sit on the carpet, legs apart, and you girls with dresses,
bunch your dress up. I need all of us to be showing our private parts,
OK?"
She soon had a circle of girls who seemed mostly content
and a little excited to be doing something so naughty. This was the fun
part. Before long being naughty was not going to seem like fun at all.
"OK,
I'll pass out these tubes. Get some on your little fingers and try to
get it into your vaginas." The tubes went from hand to hand.
"Ouch!" cried one girl.
"It doesn't fit."
"I can't find it."
The
girls had varying degrees of success. Mrs. White went around to check
on them. She found she needed to get some scissors and trim long
fingernails.
"Look, class, Kaitlin has got it, see?"
Kaitlin's success was now rewarded by twenty-five girls staring at her little finger buried in her vagina. But she took it well.
Mrs.
White went around the room, and with winces, whines and occasional
yelps, she soon had each girl with a little finger in herself at least
a little.
"I'm bleeding!" shrieked Kelly.
"Me too!" cried Alison.
"Don't
worry class! It's OK! I forgot to tell you about that." She thought one
finger wouldn't break hymens, but what did she know about the varieties
of girls' parts? None of these girls should have to be going through
this at all!
"All girls are different, but most of you have a
flap of skin that covers your vagina, and we're going to have to get
that out of the way somehow. Sometimes it breaks and it bleeds, but
just a little and it stop by itself.
"Now class, once you get
one finger in -- push it in as far as you can, OK? You should have it
buried all the way -- once you get one all the way in, slide it back
and forth a few times, and then try with your ring finger, then your
middle, and then go up to two fingers. If we can we want to get it so
you can get four fingers up inside."
"Why? He isn't going to be putting his arm up there, is he?" a girl asked, to some nervous laughter.
"No, but his penis is big."
"As big as four fingers?" asked a girl with incredulity.
"Yes,"
she said. Quite possibly bigger. Probably bigger. The instructions from
on high had not included the size of Mr. Richardson's penis.
Meredith sat, looking defeated. "I can't get anywhere, Mrs. White. It hurts to even get started."
"Let
me look," said Mrs. White. "The rest of you, work on more fingers. And
don't stop just because it hurts. It is going to hurt, all right? And
don't worry about blood. Get some paper towels to sop it up."
What the hell kind of class was she running?
Meredith
had a hymen that almost completely covered her vagina. No wonder she
was having trouble. It would be so tempting to exempt her. But she
couldn't. The girl's life was in danger, and if she didn't make any
progress, it was going to be much more traumatic when Mr. Richardson
did it. She had heard that sometimes a hymen was too tough for a man to
make it through at all by just pushing with his penis.
"Sorry,
Meredith, this is going to hurt." Mrs. White was embarrassed to realize
she had a surge of excitement as she poked against the girl's hymen
hard, harder, and still harder. She had trimmed some of the girls'
fingernails, but she had a long, sharp one.
"Ouch!" wailed the girl, trying to back away.
"Stay
still!" Mrs. White commanded. With more force than she believed could
possibly be necessary, her finger finally punched through and blood
flowed. "Towels!" Mrs. White commanded, and ten of them sopped up most
of it.
"Am I going to die?" asked little Meredith, crying and pale.
"No, sweetie, not at all. I'm so sorry you have to go through this, but it's going to heal up and you'll be just fine."
Mrs.
White looked around the room to see the girls making progress. Many had
two fingers up inside, Tara had three. Most of the girls were at least
holding back tears if not crying outright.
Rachel had all five fingers up inside herself, and showed no sign of pain.
"Class, look at Rachel! That's what we're aiming for!"
Rachel
looked away and turned red. Suddenly it dawned on Mrs. White why it was
so easy for her. Oh, shit. Her brother? Her father? She felt a surge of
anger, but suppressed it. That would have to wait for another day.
Just
then there came three knocks on the door, and without waiting for an
answer, the door opened and two men walked in. The girls all
instinctively closed their legs and covered their privates with dresses
or hands.
One of the men was wearing a coat and tie and carrying two camping mattresses. The other was dressed in informal clothes.
"Hi, I'm Mr. Richardson," he said, trying to sound confident. He looked at Mr. Carlson, who had put down the mats.
"OK, I guess I'll be going, if there's nothing else you need."
"Can't think of anything," Mr. Richardson said, and the man in the suit left. The remaining man looked very uncomfortable.
Mrs.
White thought about it from his point of view. She didn't know what it
was like to be a pedophile. They said he had never gone near a little
girl before and had gotten in trouble just for porn. So here he was in
a class full of girls trying to do something that the day before would
have sent him to jail for many years. And he was going to do it over
and over again, with lots of girls watching.
He looked at Mrs. White and shrugged his shoulders. He quickly stripped until he was he completely naked.
The
girls naturally gawked at his penis, the organ that would even under
ordinary circumstances hold the most interest for them. Given the day's
agenda as described by Mrs. White, their interest was immediate and
practical. It was far from small and shriveled. It was roughly the size
of an erect penis but was pointed downward.
His penis was dark-colored, and while it wasn't acatually wet, Mrs. White could tell it had been in use lately.
"OK,
who's first?" he asked. No one volunteered. He looked at Mrs. White.
"Mr. Carlson thought it might go easier if you and I did it first to
show them."
Mrs. White was shocked. Have sex with a strange man,
right in front of her class? But -- that's exactly what she was asking
all the girls to do! The horror of this "vaccination" kept getting at
her from different angles.
"I... I'm not on the pill," she said to him quietly.
"Oh, I won't come, I can assure you," he said as quietly, "and I don't suggest we do it very long."
"Umm, OK," she said, totally discombobulated.
"OK,
girls," he said. "This is how it's going to work. Your teacher here is
going to lie down on the mats like this..." The teacher lay down.
"She's going to lie down and spread her legs, then we use some of this
same lube you've evidently been using."
He didn't have a full
erection, but thought that it would easily return. He might as well
offer a commentary. "Now before I can slide my penis into your teacher,
I need to get it hard. So I look at a pretty little girl like -- you,"
he said, approaching a blond in a blue dress. "Pull your dress up and
let me see."
The girl shied back. It was going to be hard for
all of them, he realized. But she wasn't the only attractive girl, and
he didn't need to single her out.
"Can you all spread your legs and show me your wonderful, beautiful little private parts?" he asked.
Two
of the girls spread their legs as requested, then a couple others. He
took a look around to appreciate what the girls were showing him.
"Can
I touch your foot?" he asked a girl who seemed to be enjoying this
naughty play. He played with her toes and stroked up her calf. He found
it exciting, and combined with the smile she gave him, he found he was
totally hard.
Mr. Carlson had asked if he thought he could
handle doing this with lots of girls watching, since he figured it
would be easier on the girls if they could see what was coming. Simon
hadn't been sure, but now he realized that his cock got a little harder
as he thought of having an audience. He approached the teacher where
she lay in the center of the room.
"It works like this," he
said, lowering himself onto the woman and getting into position. The
girls were a lot more exciting to him than the teacher, but she was
exciting enough. He tried not to notice her breasts, which were quite
large. They turned him off, but at least they were hidden under a bra.
If a female had to have breasts at all, they should be small.
Nonetheless, he had his erection, her pussy awaited, and he slid into
it.
He held himself up on his hands and thrust in and out of the
teacher, whose pussy seemed positively cavernous compared to Sophie's,
and even compared to the few girls his own age that he had bedded when
he was in college. After fifty strokes he pulled out. The teacher lay
there quietly, hiding her embarrassment quite well, he thought.
"OK, which of you is first?" he asked. None of the girls came forward. He couldn't blame them.
Mrs.
White in her near-nakedness rose and spoke. "Rachel, would you be
willing?" she asked softly. "It will be a help to all the other girls."
After
a moment's hesitation, Rachel crawled into the center of the circle and
lay on her back. She was naked below but wore a shirt that came down
nearly to her hips.
Mr. Richardson positioned himself over her.
This was more like it! he thought, enjoying the little first grade
body. Her white turtleneck was appealing, and her face was lovely in
its own way. She wore a hard, closed expression, however. He got
himself into position, prepared to take the virginity of a second girl.
The idea of getting into her was exciting, and the idea it was her
first time was also exciting. He didn't like that it was going to hurt
her. The girls had been getting themselves ready with their fingers,
but it wasn't enough of course.
He pressed in bit by bit,
prepared for the resistance he was sure to meet. But his penis glided
in, deeper and deeper, with no obstruction. "Wow!" he said. "That was
easy!" Then he began his in-and-out motion. She was tight and hot but
smooth and his cock slid back and forth easily.
"You've done
this before, haven't you?" he murmured. The girl suddenly looked very
uncomfortable and a tear came to her eye. Oh. Was it abuse?
"I
hear some girls are just naturally surprisingly big," put in Mrs. White
hurriedly. Despite his excitement at fucking the little girl --
thinking of the word excited him -- he saw what Mrs. White was doing.
"No, I guess you haven't done it before, now that I think about it."
He
was excited by this girl and thoroughly enjoyed seeing his prong
thrusting in and out of her. He loved the sensations as her pussy
gripped his cock tightly. He had never even touched a little girl in a
sexy way before, and here he was, recruited to go all the way with her,
to shove right up to the hilt in her luscious little virgin pussy. He
had pined for little girls his whole adult life, resigned to never
fulfilling that dream. Yeah, he got to jerk off looking at pictures of
little girls in bathing suits, but this was totally different.
His
brief expedition into real child porn had been a big mistake, but that
had let his secret out, and had ironically led to this. To have the
world not only allowing him but begging him to fuck little girls --
that was beyond his wildest dreams!
He wasn't going to come any
time soon; he had come in Sophie not so many minutes before. But his
body wanted to stay in, to keep thrusting, until he came, no matter how
long it took. He also knew he would have to pace himself. He could feel
that he had gotten the tip of his penis to the very back of her vagina.
That was what they had told him he had to do -- that was the key to
protecting her from the kitty fever.
"Thank you, dear," he panted, withdrawing his cock. Rachel crawled back to her place and sat down impassively.
"We should be thanking you," said Mrs. White, though without conviction.
"Who's
next?" he asked. He heard the sound of retching -- he glanced up
briefly at the distraught girl and saw that her neighbor was passing
her paper towels to clean up. Well, not the one who was throwing up! he
reflected. But she would have to get it from him before he was done
there, of course.
Anne crawled forward with sudden resolve, and
although she looked a little pale she lay down and spread her legs
bravely. Her long blond hair was in a braid, and her blue eyes and her
delicate skin melted his heart. The pink and white striped dress she
had bunched up at her hips was alluring. The sight of her little pussy
filled him with lust.
He got himself lined up and pressed his
cock against her. Unlike the previous girl, he did not slide in easily.
"Rachel was lucky," he told her. "It's probably going to hurt. Hold
yourself open, OK?" He pulled away and got some more lube for his cock.
He raised her knees to get the best angle of attack. "Here goes!" he said, trying to warn her.
Mrs.
White could see he was very excited. He was probably trying to hide it,
but wasn't doing such a great job. She wondered if the girls could pick
it up.
As his cock wedged its way into the "anteroom" provided
by her inner lips, the girl tensed up. He didn't make any progress at
first, pressing his cock tip against her with greater and greater
force. She winced and tried to stifle a sob. Dear thing, he thought. He
would never ever have forced his way into a girl in a way that hurt her
before. But ... now it was for her own good. He found it a little more
erotic, actually, to know it hurt. He felt a touch of shame at that
realization.
Then he felt his tip slide through her tight outer
muscles, his first real progress. He could get his cock into her a
little more easily from that point on, even though it was still very
slow and hard. He felt her pussy give way before his thrusts, even
though it was not meant to at such a young age. Her immature cunt was
forced to accommodate a man's big cock. Her face was scrunched up in
pain. Lube or not, it was hurting her. Yet he had to keep going whether
she could stand it or not. He had to get that full penetration or it
would do her no good.
Then he felt it -- the constriction at the
end of her vagina. He made sure it wasn't just one more part of her
immature channel that needed opening up. She yelped when he hit the
end. He had given her what she needed. He could pull out, but -- heck,
he had been given license to fuck, and he was going to just go ahead
and fuck for a little while.
His cock was designed so it could
compress to work its way into very tight feminine spaces, but once it
had cleared its path, it wanted to celebrate with some good old
fucking! In and out, back and forth, moan and groan, delighting in the
pleasure of a very tight little pussy. Completing the entire act with
orgasm and ejaculation would be even better, but he still didn't think
he could manage that. Besides, he would go soft after he came, and he
had dozens more girl pussies to pierce and conquer before he headed
home. Before stopping he took time to truly notice how good it felt to
be screwing her, sliding his penis back and forth, over and over. After
a minute he reluctantly pulled out.
"Class," Mrs. White said
softly, "keep going with your fingers and the lube -- you see it still
hurts even though Anne got -- what, three fingers up her?"
The sniffling Anne held up two fingers.
"OK, just two. But keep working at it!" she said.
The
next girl to crawl forward and present herself for the taking was a
little pudgy and had a coarse face. She needed the protection only his
cock could offer her just as much as the other girls. Simon discovered
that the excitement of little girl pussy overcame any other
shortcomings in a girl's attractiveness. She didn't show much emotion
as he lined himself up with the hole centered inside the slit centered
between her wide-spread legs. He probed with his cock, and then wedged
himself into her bit by bit, harder and harder. When he was sure he had
pressed his tip firmly against the very back of her pussy, he paused a
moment, having shafted her fully. He pulled out before doing any back
and forth fucking.
The next girl was small and very pale. He got
his rod into position and gave several thrusts of increasing force
without getting anywhere. After the hardest shove he could manage did
nothing, he sat back to consider his options. He examined her pussy.
Then he slid one index finger into her, then managed to get the other
one in next to it.
"This will probably hurt," he said. What he meant was, "hurt even more."
She nodded, and he pulled each finger to the side, literally ripping her open a little.
"Ouch!" she screamed.
"Sorry,
honey," he said. "But I've got to open you up." As he pressed her apart
a little more, blood suddenly welled up. The teacher leaned in with
paper towels to clean it up. He returned to the mating position and
thrust his member against her tissues once more, heedless of the
trickle of blood. Finally he did succeed in getting into her a half
inch. She cried again and her face contorted. Part of him felt sorry
for her, and another part felt lust. Tipping the scale was his duty,
and he continued his ramming action.
Suddenly the first girl
Rachel, the one with the big pussy, crawled into the circle and threw
her arm over the girl's chest and pressed her face to her ear. "I'm so
sorry, Tina, oh I'm sorry, I know it hurts! But it's going to be OK,
really, it is. It's OK," she said stroking the girl's tear-drenched
cheek. Then another girl crawled over, and then the teacher, all
offering her comfort.
He had a brief thought that these girls
and especially the teacher should have asked his permission before
intruding into his personal fucking space, but let it pass. They were
helping him with the fuck, not interfering, and more girl flesh nearby
made him a little more excited.
The fact that others were
tending to her distress as best they could freed him up. Their job
might be comforting her, but his was to get his cock up her cunt, to
keep stretching, invading, prodding, tearing if necessary. He
compassion disappeared for the moment and he found himself raping a
pussy. He looked at it, tender little thing tucked between tender
little thighs. The stretched flesh and traces of blood made it clear he
had violated her. He was proud of the fact, and all he cared about was
ramming up her pussy, over and over again, and he let the pleasure
bathe him in a lovely glow.
"Is that enough?" the teacher asked
tentatively. Her question brought him back to earth, where he realized
he had been ramming the end of her pussy for many seconds, causing her
a lot of unnecessary pain.
"Just a sec," he said, and
concentrated as if he could feel something up there that he couldn't.
"There!" he said, and held very still at full penetration. Then he
pulled out. "It felt a little different, and I wanted to be really
sure." Dr. Jeckyll had covered Mr. Hyde's tracks.
Girl after
girl spread her legs on the camping mat to take her intravaginal
therapy. He was proud of his cock. It had opened up a lot of underage
virgin pussies, and though it ached a little, it was going strong and
it felt fantastic.
He sat in a daze, trying to catch his breath.
He knew he had done a lot of girls, and he had long since left to the
others the logistics of just which tender virgin pussy replaced the
freshly violated one on the mat.
He was aware of a commotion,
and looked up when he heard a shriek of, "No! No!" Surrounding the
distressed girl were half a dozen others, holding her hand and saying
soothing words. They looked at the teacher, who after a moment's
hesitation left the room.
Looking around he realized she was the
last one. Although he had violated the innards of 23 girls, he
remembered each one as he looked around the room, remembered how each
one looked and how she felt inside. That redhead... whatever made her
pussy texture different, it was exotic and exciting!
One girl was left. "It's not that I don't want to, I can't!" the girl wailed before returning to her sobs.
A minute later the teacher returned.
With resolve in her step, she strode over to the girl. "I'm sorry, Beth, but it's to save your life. You don't have any choice."
She shrieked again.
"Girls, help me drag her over, okay? Remember, it's to keep her from getting sick and maybe dying."
Mrs.
White took a deep breath and then started wrestling the struggling girl
to the mat. Hesitantly, the half dozen girls helped as they could.
Beth
thrashed, and at Mrs. White's direction a girl was assigned to press
each thigh down, another to hold down her chest, others her arms and
head. Rachel stroked Beth's hair, tears in her own eyes as she offered
her compassion.
The man's erection had flagged a little as he
watched the pathetic scene in front of him. His compassionate side was
in control at the moment, and Beth was totally distraught. But there
were other girls close by. He dared to run his hand over Anne's smooth
butt as she held down the unwilling patient's left leg. She looked back
at him with annoyance, and he quickly removed his hand. After the
violation he had already inflicted on her, he thought a little fondling
shouldn't bother her, but maybe he was wrong. But framed against the
violent rape being prepared for him, it was that little gesture of his
naughtiness that hardened his erection.
Visible among a variety
of girls parts there was a pussy in front of him between wide-spread
legs, a virgin pussy that needed his attention, however much the
prospect terrified its owner. He positioned his ramrod cock for the
rape. You couldn't get a much more rape-like rape than this.
He
pushed. It took a little less force than some of the other girls had
required before he punched through into her innards. He began his
relentless intrusion, and was aware that the girl had stopped
struggling. He had a hunch that however painful the reality, it wasn't
as bad as the image she had conjured up, and the terror and dread were
receding. Soon he felt his tip hit the end. Seeing her sniffling face
through the lattice of girl arms, he realized she was quite pretty.
He
then began to thrust back and forth. Her pussy walls were especially
hot and soupy and tight, and he thrust away with abandon. He wasn't in
his dark, relentless raping mood any more, but rather one that loved
the pleasure of the sex. She lay quietly. He doubted she was having a
good time, but among all the girls her mood was definitely "most
improved" compared to what she had started with. He let himself imagine
that his cock up her cunt was what had pacified her, and decided to let
himself go. She was the last girl in the room anyway. He allowed
himself to wallow in the pleasure of the in and out motion, of the
delicious caress her pussy gave despite itself.
"Mr. Richardson?" asked the teacher after he had been humping away for a minute.
He figured he might as well tell the truth. "This is for me," he murmured.
"Oh."
"What?" asked one of the girls.
"I'll
tell you later, everything's fine," said the teacher. She had explained
the mechanics of sex, but she hadn't explained how women and men as
adults both craved it -- one of the hardest things for children to
fathom about sex.
She knew well from her half-dozen lovers how
they each strained and pumped and wanted above all else release,
finishing, ejaculating. It made her excited with her lovers, and she
felt an echo of that excitement now, too. If these girls turned him on
so much, of course he'd want to come inside one of them.
The
object of his lust was quiet enough that he didn't worry so much about
hurting her. He didn't jam himself in all the way, he just savored the
gentle but tight caress of her pussy walls as he rubbed his sensitive
tip against them. He started grunting and huffing and moaning, earning
him an occasional glance from the restraining team. But the girl
herself just looked at him blearily now and then, with no clearly
readable expression.
He kept up his motion, focusing on how
great it felt to be fucking this small thing. His reptilian brain
teased him with little foreshadowings of pleasure before flooding him
with ecstasy as it opened his ducts and spurted shots of creamy cum
into the girl's innermost pussy. When at last the act was complete and
his pleasure faded, he pulled out and slid onto his back.
He
wasn't sure how many more classrooms of girls were left. He knew he was
headed to kindergarten next. But he needed some rest, so he simply
collapsed on the mat.
"What happened? Is he OK?" whispered a girl.
"He's fine," said Mrs. White. "I'll tell you later."
As
he dozed off he was aware of a few gentle caresses and brief kisses on
various parts of his body, and was dimly aware of the teacher setting
an example for her girls. Very sweet, he thought.
But all too soon he heard Mr. Carlson's voice. "Sorry, Mr. Richardson, but there are lots more classes who need your attention."
Simon sat up.
The CDC man continued, "How's it going? Can we do things to make it easier?"
"Yeah,"
he said. "I don't mind shoving into these tight little girls, but it is
very tiring to pry them apart. It would help a lot if you could work on
really getting them opened up most of the way before I get there."
He stood shakily. "Bye, class!" he said, a little uncertainly. What to add? It has been a pleasure raping your little pussies?
"Thank
you, Mr. Richardson," said the teacher. "Class, let's remember that Mr.
Richardson has done everything here today to keep you all from getting
very, very sick."
"Thank you," managed a little voice from somewhere.
In
the kindergarten class, some girls were just crying. Some hugged each
other. Some covered their little pussies with their hands. Blood-soaked
paper towels were scattered all over.
The kindergarten teacher was not young and was kind of stout, and he didn't feel like demonstrating sex with her at all.
"Just a moment," he said, and returned to Mrs. White's classroom.
"Excuse me, but I think these kindergarteners deserve a fucking demo too," he said.
Mrs.
White paused just a moment before smiling. "What, did Mrs. Worthington
reject your advances?" she said as she started accompanying him down
the hall.
"Since we're going to do it a second time, let me be
clear. This is just sex, right? No strings attached?" he joked, and she
smiled.
The two repeated their demonstration fuck before he
turned his attention to the girls. Mrs. Worthington was delighted to
swap classes and mind the first graders while Mrs. White stayed to
supervise and witness the wholesale sexual abuse to come.
The
pussies were still tight, but none required the sort of exertion that
the first graders had. Mr. Carlson's advice had been heeded. Mrs.
Worthington had had to witness a lot of pain as her girls mutilated
themselves -- and she had helped a number of times. Mr. Richardson
would reap the rewards. The girls cried a little but they didn't shriek.
Coaxed
along by their peers, the sweet little things lay down one by one to be
violated. He took some time to thrust back and forth in a couple of the
prettiest ones, but for the most part he shoved in and thrust just long
enough to make sure he had bumped against the end of the girl's cunt.
He held himself deep for a few seconds, appreciating before withdrawing
how his dream was fulfilled once more.
Those two classes had
taken an hour and a half each, so it was time for lunch. He ate and
drank and rested for a half hour. As he trudged into the second grade
classroom, he wondered if he could keep up this exhausting work. But
the sight of more bare little girl bottoms and pussies gave him renewed
energy.
"How about all you girls strip naked," he said, and with
a nod from their teacher, they readily complied. It was kind of warm in
this room anyway. He got hard just contemplating all those pussies --
stretched and lubed up just for him. Mrs. White was now his demo
partner for the rest of the day. After a brief example fuck he turned
to the objects of his primal lust. He fucked every last girl, and
saving the prettiest for last, he held himself up inside her as he
soaked her pussy with sperm. His body's purpose was to breed, to
ejaculate. Pulling out of girl after girl after he had achieved full
penetration was not part of his body's plan, and he needed to reward it
now and then with that ultimate pleasure and satisfaction.
The
school had children in kindergarten through fifth grade. There were two
classes of each grade, and since half of each class was boys, he had
between 20 to 30 girls to do in each grade. After first grade and
kindergarten, he worked his way up in age. Despite the excitement of
the job, he got tired and slowed down. He was only halfway through
third grade when the end of the school day was upon them.
All
the girls had been given an assignment, and that was stretching their
pussies, then lying back and spreading their legs to get fucked. The
younger ones had completed their assignments during the school day. But
the entire fourth and fifth grade classes of girls had to stay after
school because they hadn't finished.
The teachers began joking
about the situation, trying to inject a little humor. This was yet
another case of discrimination against girls. For a corresponding
assignment, they thought of requiring the boys to stick their little
cocks up their teachers' pussies, and laughed at the idea. Or maybe the
boys should take it in the butt. If they wanted to match the pain the
little lassies had endured, should they kick the little lads in the
balls?
Simon
Richardson finally got home at 9pm. It had been hard to treat those
last fifth graders. He had gotten a break because four of them already
had gotten their periods so they were thought to be immune. As he faced
the last six, he was inclined to say he just couldn't do any more, but
he made himself. He knew the idea of finding out that one of those dear
things had succumbed to kitty fever would haunt him. A couple of the
fifth graders seemed to toy with the idea that this act could be
pleasurable, and that helped too.
He turned off his phone and
slept like the dead. Up at ten, he showered and ate and stretched and
relived the incredible experience of the day before. He had finally
recovered enough by noon that he turned his phone back on. There was a
message from Mr. Carlson, asking if he could visit at his earliest
convenience. Simon let him come at 2:30.
"Mr. Richardson, we are so thankful for what you did yesterday."
"I never thought I could get tired of fucking little girl pussy, but I admit I did."
"The
results of the test are very clear. No man was available at the Pine
Street school, and overnight six girls came down with kitty fever. Two
have died already. At Kennedy there were none.
"You managed to
provide immunity to 157 girls, more than any of the half dozen other
men in the metro area who had some success yesterday."
"I thought there were only five schools involved?"
"We thought it was important to do as many as we could."
"I'm a champion child rapist," Simon murmured.
"The authorities at all levels are very interested in having you do as much of this work as you can."
"What about my job?" He didn't like being a shoe salesman in a department store, but it paid the rent.
"Your job will be held open for you -- if you want to go back to it."
"If I don't, how am I going to earn a living?"
"Permanent
compensation arrangements will take time, but I can offer you $20 for
each girl you are able to protect out of my CDC expense fund. You
earned $3,140 yesterday. "
Simon whistled. "I sure can't keep up yesterday's pace."
"That
is understandable. However, we are working on improving the technology
so the girls are better prepared physically and emotionally."
Simon
found that instead of tiring out, his body adjusted to the demands
being put on it. He could come more times each day and get his erection
back sooner. He became an expert on all the varieties of girl pussies
and the best angles of attack. He also learned the most effective ways
to approach the girls, depending on age. Most of the youngest ones did
better with a little smooching before he slid his dick into them. The
older ones generally preferred a solemn apology in advance.
It
turned out that not that many men were suited to treating the little
girls. Aside from the relative scarcity of pedophiles who were willing
to admit their tastes, most found they lacked the sex drive to treat
more than three or four girls. Many lacked the stamina to go with the
desire. Some were too kind, and others weren't kind enough.
They
also discovered that one treatment wasn't enough. After considerable
experimentation, including treating some girls every day for a while,
science had found no benefit to treatments more often than once a year.
The onset of vulnerability was surprising and almost quaint: it happened when a girl lost her first tooth.
As
Simon woke from a pleasant sleep he stretched luxuriously. He glanced
at his clock and saw it read 8:53am. His appointments started at 8:15,
but he didn't set an alarm. His days went better if he slept as long as
his body wanted to. The girls would wait.
"Michelle!" he called.
A
girl of twelve soon appeared. Her family was poor, but he had agreed
three years before to treat her for free because he found her
stunningly beautiful and appealing. Blond hair, big blue eyes, a lithe
figure. A delightful laugh, smile and sense of humor. Since the
treatments were free, her family was happy to play it safe and have her
treated every month.
Michelle had never minded being treated.
Simon arranged to schedule her as his last client of the afternoon so
he could have the added pleasure of ejaculating in her. He experimented
with licking her body all over before he started on the treatment. She
kind of liked it. When she asked if that was part of the treatment too,
he confessed that it wasn't, and he just did it because he liked it.
When
she was ten and a half, she started getting excited to receive his
ministrations. Encouraged by her enthusiasm, he experimented one day
with licking her pussy. They found that her sexual pleasure was
intense, and she came fast and strong. At that point she initiated
passionate kissing. When the two confessed to her parents the hunger
they had for each other, they were very skeptical. But when Simon
suggested hiring her at $3,000 per week to be his live-in servant, they
relented. She had time off to go to school and spend time with her
friends and her parents.
This morning she wore only a diaphanous light blue silk shift, one of her many outfits that he found very alluring.
"I should be ready in ten minutes. I'll use the west-facing room this morning. Can you have the crepes ready in five?"
"Of course."
With that he headed to his morning shower.
Indulging
his sensual whims, he had her feed him the crepes with her fingers,
followed by crunchy bits of bacon. He drank the fresh-squeezed orange
juice without help.
Then he lay naked on his west room bed and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window across Central Park to the Hudson beyond.
"Come
here, my sweet," he said, and the gorgeous girl approached for the
tender kiss he offered. He slid his hand up under the blue dress along
her thighs to her pussy. She spread her legs so he could get a good
feel. "I'd love to fuck you now," he said, "but business calls."
Michelle smiled. He knew she would be delighted to be fucked any time he wanted.
Michelle left and the first girl came in.
"Hello, Alice," he said in a pleasant tone.
"Hi
Simon," said the gorgeous naked eight-year-old. He liked to start his
day with some cheerful girls who at the least didn't mind getting their
treatment.
He lay on his back, hands behind his head as the girl
straddled him and took his cock in her hand. Her beautiful curly brown
hair was framed by the western morning sky. She intently lined up his
cock at her pre-lubricated cute little delicate pussy opening, then
shoved herself down on him, giving a warm embrace to his hard cock. She
lowered herself until he felt his tip pressing hard against the end of
her pussy. She wiggled back and forth a few times before pulling
herself off and scrambling off the bed. She giggled and kissed him on
the cheek.
"See you next month, Alice."
"Yeah, see you!" she said, tripping out.
Seconds
later the next girl came in, this one not a beauty by any means and a
little on the pudgy side. She wore a pink dress to keep herself
covered. So as she lowered herself onto him, he didn't see anything,
but nature and experience both promised a pussy up under there, and he
soon felt it engulfing his cock. Her pussy was as warm and wet and
enticing as the next girl's. After she bottomed out she rose quickly.
He liked to start his day with a dozen girls who impaled themselves on him.
The
next six he took from the rear. He had a special "horse" that let them
assume the position comfortably and left their pussies at just the
right height for him to slide in as he stood. This position was their
choice. Most chose it because they didn't have to see the man who was
fucking them; they could imagine it was just a dildo penetrating them
if they chose to. But a few chose it because they liked the idea. Those
few he fucked for a while, appreciating the luscious little girl bodies
as he fondled their hips and backs.
Returning to his bed, he
licked out little Sandra as she lay on her back, legs spread wide. She
was a sweet thing and he gave her parents a discount for being able to
taste and smell and generally consume her little girl parts with his
mouth. He later attended to business, lubing her and giving her a
proper fuck, which also pleased him.
His last client just before
lunch was Vanessa. After ten months of his treatments and who knows how
many before she met him, she remained ornery and sullen. She was
physically rather unappealing. Her eyes didn't focus together and she
had a notably horsey face. But her parents paid the handsome fee of
$13,900 if he not just treated her in the normal fashion but ejaculated
inside her. Part of the deal was that she never find out they were
spending that much on her. Needless to say, her parents were quite
wealthy.
The scientific evidence showed that repeating the
treatment once a year was adequate, with a few studies suggesting there
was a tiny benefit from more frequent treatments. Parents who really
wanted the very best protection for their girls got them treated as
often as once a month. There was also an unsubstantiated belief that
getting an ejaculation up the pussy conveyed an even greater protection.
With
regard to Vanessa, Simon thought that the girl's suffering outweighed
any benefit. She could have just draped herself over a horse once a
year and taken it from the rear in a few seconds. But her parents had
her in missionary position, every month, undergoing the necessarily
longer sex and witnessing his grunting pleasure. But he didn't argue
with his clients, and figured that if he didn't do her, one of his
competitors surely would.
He was as happy as Vanessa to make it
a quickie. It certainly wasn't a high point of his day, but he could
close his eyes and imagine he was buried in the pussy of one of the
dozens of attractive girls he had penetrated within the previous couple
hours.
For lunch he had something different each day. Today's mid-day meal was centered around grilled swordfish and lobster meat.
His
practice was rapidly filling up with repeat clients, but he was still
actively seeking out new ones. At several dozen clients a day, five
days a week, he could handle quite a large caseload.
A couple
times a week he reviewed the online applications, which included still
photos and brief movies. He not only decided who to see, but how much
to charge. Stunningly beautiful and charming girls like Michelle he
might do for free. Girls who were notably unappealing because of their
physical or psychological attributes cost a lot. Some he wouldn't do
for any price. Intravaginal ejaculation was a hefty extra charge as
well.
In search of favorable publicity, he did a few girls with
physical or mental disabilities for free. There were subsidized
programs available for the poor, but with government budget cuts, it
was not a pretty sight.
He was at the top of his trade. His cock
was fairly skinny but long enough to reach the end of the deepest girl
pussies. He never had had an erection problem. He was fairly handsome
and had a slight build that girls found less threatening than a large,
hairy man. And he treated unusual situations like hysterical girls with
relative grace.
Realizing that he was a high-end treater, he
added amenities to justify his elite position. There were of course
private changing rooms complete with showers and complimentary snacks.
Counselors were available to talk with girls who had any emotional
issues. Doctors were on call for physical issues.
"Yelp" comments were uniformly positive except for an occasional grumble about the price.
Now
he realized he was the benefit of something that could bring in even
more income: the snob factor. When rich women talked, they might let it
drop that their daughters got their treatments with Simon Richardson.
He was debating raising his prices because when it came to the luxury
end, paying a high price itself added to the mystique and generated
greater demand.
People encouraged him to open a national chain
to capitalize on his name. But he wasn't interested in building an
empire; he was happy to be a multimillionaire from his own solo
practice.
He took time off for other things, but he was
generally happy to work six days a week for at least eight hours a day.
Like many lucky professionals, he loved his job and got more
satisfaction from it than his free time.
After
lunch he had three virgins scheduled. Medical products had been
developed to virtually eliminate the physical pain. Early attempts to
use local anesthesia during the act were quickly abandoned, as no man
could stand any trace of the drug working on his organ, but it could be
used to good effect to remove prominent hymens.
As for
stretching a little girl's vagina to the proper size, a simple
procedure sufficed. First, they injected into the vaginal opening a
cream that caused long-lasting tissue relaxation. Then when the little
pussy had opened up enough they used the inflatable stretcher. When
inserted it was pencil-thick, but it expanded to fit snugly against the
vaginal walls and exerted a constant pressure. Coated with tissue
relaxant and just a trace of estrogen, the girl could be made ready in
a few weeks without discomfort. The device reported its thickness at
any given time, thus telling the girl's parents the size of penis she
could accommodate.
So with a stretched out pussy and some lube, the physical pain was negligible.
That
left the emotional complications. A lot of times there was a simple
"yuck" factor, which could be lessened by discussion and role-playing
in advance.
The first two of Simon's virgins were well prepared.
He enjoyed their wide eyes and giggles as they took a cock up inside
them for the first time.
Despite
the routine preparation procedure, there were still occasional
emergencies. No one wanted to treat their girls at age two or three, of
course. The first loose tooth was the sign that the girls were
vulnerable, and some girls lost their first tooth early. And some
parents just didn't get the word or didn't follow through despite the
warnings bombarding them from every side.
Audrey's parents had
called just that morning and his secretary had given them an emergency
appointment. They had just noticed a loose tooth and they panicked.
Audrey had just started kindergarten, so it was very early for a girl
to lose a tooth.
They had been stretching her for the past couple hours, using a much higher pressure with the intravaginal device than usual.
"Sorry,
honey, but it's going to hurt," Simon said. He shoved in then, and the
girl screeched. Her tissues parted grudgingly. Poor Audrey cried
throughout the penetration, a more full-throated version coming each
time he advanced another half a centimeter. She was tight, but her
vagina was long, and he had to go much deeper than usual for a girl
that young. Was early baby tooth loss correlated with having a deep
vagina? Simon was briefly amused by the idea, but continued his
pressing until he finally felt the end of her pussy, then pressed some
more to make sure he was against it firmly. He pressed in a dozen more
times, ostensibly to make sure he had treated her, but in actually
because he enjoyed fucking virgins. Then he pulled out, a bit winded
from the exertion.
He was reminded of his first morning at the Kennedy Elementary School.
Simon was settled down in bed, and he looked on approvingly as Michelle finished her strip tease, sliding off her red skirt.
When the girl slid into bed with him, he said, "Would you mind terribly if I licked your clit?"
This was a joke. Michelle would never turn down an opportunity to experience her lover's tongue.
With
his delicate strokes, she got excited quickly. Sometimes he was happy
to play in this position for half an hour, but this day he found he was
impatient for his own pleasure and brought her to a crashing orgasm in
a mere two minutes.
After she recovered a little, he said, "Would you mind giving me a similar treatment?"
She
didn't answer, but just smiled and set about pleasuring him. One thing
no client parent had ever suggested was to have the opportunity to suck
his dick. Michelle did it happily.
He was horny, and after a
mere minute of her lovely tongue action he nudged her onto her back and
thrust inside her, parting her wet, hot, mature tissues.
After a
couple minutes of thrusts with his pubic bone touching hers in just the
way she liked, Michelle came again lustily. Simon kept right on
thrusting.
But he wasn't up for a marathon. It certainly wasn't
just a busman's holiday, but he had worked all day as a sex worker and
would start another in the morning.
Michelle sensed his
excitement building and said, "That already cost me $500, right? You'd
better pull out before you come or it will cost me another $2,000!"
He loved her sense of humor. The girl's vagina squeezed him lusciously, and he felt his cock harden more and more.
"Nah, I'll pay you $2,000, he said, grunting and shoving. "Permission to ejaculate inside you, miss?" he asked, panting.
"Hmmm.
Granted!" she said, gripping his back and squeezing his cock with her
pussy. "Permission to shriek and convulse and squeeze it out of you?"
"Mmmm," he said, his excitement cresting. "Granted!!" he exclaimed, surging deep inside his girl and pulsing his seed.
"Oooooo, Simon!" she yelled, her own third climax possessing her.
Their breathing slowed, and his bundle of fresh and satisfied femininity curled against him. They slept.
Simon
Richardson wouldn't say he was glad kitty fever came, at least not
publicly. But it had let him find his calling. His calling was fucking
little girls.
He loved nothing better in the world. For some
reason it was the little girls whose sexuality was not yet awakened
that got him hard and gave him that powerful urge to get inside. Up
under the dresses and skirts were panties. In every pair of panties was
a cute set of fat little labia, and inside each little set of fleshy
protectors was a pussy. Each pussy started small and virginal. In the
old days it could stay that way until a girl reached puberty, but kitty
fever had changed all that. Now each little pussy needed a cock in it
all the way to ensure the girl's health. While technology handled the
job of preparing the passageway physically, a human interaction was
also required. The pussy needed to get fucked, and Simon's job was to
fuck it. Yes, he absolutely loved his profession.