Tiny
Katy Needs Her Spermies
by Sterling
Chapter 4 of 4
Eighteen
months after we closed up shop, Meredith contacted me to report
something very strange that had been a very hot topic in the support
group: Over a dozen girls had all become pregnant. Of course teen
pregnancy is a common enough occurrence, but the coincidence here was
astounding. As the families compared notes, it seemed the due dates
were all within a month of each other. A bulletin went out to all the
families of girls I had treated that it would be wise to put them on
some hormonal contraceptive. Then a few families got genetic profiles
of the fetuses and discovered that they had the same father. I readily
volunteered a sample and they discovered that the father was me. It was
surely remarkable that semen injected lustily was treatment for an
ailment, but it was truly bizarre that I could manage delayed
impregnation.
When the dust settled, I had 14 children. Somehow
the semen I had injected into these girls repeatedly and with great
enthusiasm had found a home higher up in the girl. At some instant in
time, some of those sperm became active and nature took its course.
Some of the girls hadn't reached puberty, and most girls were of course
not fertile at that particular moment. In other cases there had been an
abortion, either spontaneous or induced. But in 14 other cases,
everything had gone right. That instant of sperm activation was perhaps
never repeated -- in any case no other babies were conceived in such a
strange manner. The mothers ranged in age from 13 up to 19 when they
gave birth, with most of them on the older side, reflecting the fact
that fertility is higher later in the teen years.
I had a range
of reactions. I felt bad for these girls who had motherhood thrust upon
them at such a young age. I was at least in a position to offer child
support well beyond the usual guidelines so that those who wanted could
afford childcare and not disrupt their educational plans.
At
another level this made me very happy. I had long ago resigned myself
to never having children. And now I had 14 of them! To imagine that the
sexual passion I had for small girls had had a lasting effect. We all
assumed that pedophilic desire was reproductively barren, and now, in
this one limited case, it wasn't entirely true! And while I had long
before made peace with my attraction to young girls, that made me feel
just a bit better.
Most of the teen mothers decided they wanted their babies to know their
daddy, and I was delighted at the prospect.
"Yes,
yes I am." She seemed a bit flustered. "And this is Isaac." She thrust
forward a portable car seat containing a rather sleepy 6-month-old baby.
"Why hello there, little guy," I said.
Isaac managed to smile and yawn in close succession.
"Come in, come in!" I said.
She put down the car seat on the living room floor and within seconds
he was asleep again.
I
sat on the floor and studied him. Perfect little baby, flesh of my
flesh. But after a while I turned my attention back to Meghan. She was
all grown up, of course. Sexually mature, and as a mother and a nursing
mother no less, doubly and triply mature.
"You're looking good," she said.
"Thank you. I see you've grown up into a fine young woman."
"Please -- I'm still 15 years old and I still want to be a girl a while
longer."
"OK,
a fine big girl." Suddenly I felt awkward. "That was quite an, ahem,
unusual friendship we had there for many years. I hope it hasn't given
you nightmares or anything."
She smiled and quickly looked down. "No, not at all. Some very good
memories, actually."
"Oh... that's nice. I have some good memories of you, too."
"Really? With so many of us?"
"Yes,
really." The Meghan in front of me reminded me strongly of the little
girl Meghan, laid out for the taking. I'd probably slid my cock into
her a hundred times, and ejaculated in her dozens. But it was her face
and her personality I remembered -- not because she was all that
unusual, but because that's what's to me most memorable and precious
about girls.
"I... I'm terrible."
"Oh, why? Given everything you went through, I think we could forgive
you just about anything."
"No, never mind..."
I sat looking at her with kind patience.
"Do you think... Would you still... Oh, silly me!"
How
sweet! She wanted it again! My cock began growing. I had a sly thought.
"It's not so unusual for a girl to feel like having sex with her baby's
father," which got a big smile out of her. "But there's a problem." She
was a developed woman, not a little girl. "You knew I was a pedophile,
right?"
"Oh... Oh, I guess you were. I hadn't thought about it
much -- you were just a man who could make me feel good when I was
feeling awful and who kept me healthy."
"And I'm a pretty
exclusive pedophile, meaning grown women aren't my thing so much. I
mean -- you're gorgeous and all, and I'm sure you will have all the
interest you want from boys and men -- maybe more than you want." She
was quite attractive.
"Yeah," she said. "I guess I'm thankful
you wanted me in that way before, and it's no surprise you wouldn't
want me now... But, when I think of you there's this surge of passion
when I remember you coming in me -- how it felt fantastic. Then when
puberty hit, it's like it got amplified. When I'd feel those urges
coming from the inside, they'd all get projected onto you."
I
wasn't terribly surprised. My assistants had reported in passing that
some of my former girls were trying to contact me, including when it
had been some time since I'd seen them last. I wasn't tempted to find
out more -- being caught arranging sex without the permission of the
girl's parents was a way my whole operation could have been in serious
jeopardy. Also, I had plenty of little girls to keep me satisfied, and
once my alumnae hit puberty they wouldn't be so attractive anyway. One
enterprising 14-year-old got a note to me directly by way of a friend's
little sister who was a client of mine. Her desire was so palpable that
it had been tempting. She'd included a picture that showed her womanly
figure, thinking that would make her more appealing, and in that
respect she'd missed the essence of my nature.
But here was
Meghan, right in front of me, wanting me. I hadn't had sex since my
very last little client when my business closed a couple years before.
It was my turn to hem and haw. "But... No, I'm terrible."
"What? No, tell me."
"I could never ask... You might find it demeaning..."
"What is it?" She suddenly began to smile, and I wondered if she'd
guessed.
"We could pretend you're a little girl... Blindfold me, for starters.
Would that make you feel awful?"
"No! Really? Would you do it?"
"Like now? Is Isaac going to stay asleep?"
"I think so... let's be quick."
"Do you have protection? I mean pregnancy?"
"You bet! I get shots." She gave a quick laugh. "I'm in danger of
having your baby whether we have sex or not!"
I went into the bedroom, stripped, and tied a T-shirt around my face as
a blindfold.
She
had been busy too. "Hi, Jimmy," said a high-pitched voice. "It's
Meghan, your widdle girl. Can you put your thingie in me and give me
some medicine?"
This was promising! I followed the voice to the
bed and crawled up. I could feel her spread legs, and the skin of her
inner thighs was soft and girlish.
"Put it right here, right in
my cunny pwace, and push, push, push!" She guided me into her, and was
probably holding herself open with the other hand, as I was unaware of
any pubic hair. All I felt was warmth and wetness. Maybe she was a
little looser than she had been at age 9, but she was still very tight.
"Oh,
baby," I said. "This is fantastic..." And it was, as in my imagination
I filled in around this lovely vagina and young girl's voice the
entirety of a little girl.
"How old are you, anyway?"
"Awmost
four! Your pokies make me so happy down there. Poke, poke, poke! If you
wanna make a sweet widdle girl more happier, a widdle deeper and
faster!"
"Sure, my little sweety," I said.
"Just wike
that, oooo, oooo, ooooo." She started panting. "Can you make your
peepee now, pweeze? Do your naughty boy thing up my cunny?"
It
was time, pleasure built, and then I ejaculated. With several days
since my last masturbation, I spewed several large spurts. I gave a big
groan of satisfaction.
"Aaaahhhhh!" she said. "Oooohhhhhh!"
I
pulled out and lay beside her, and she lay gasping. "Oh, God, feeling
you come was so great! And to have a big teen-sized orgasm too!"
"Can you be widdle just a widdle wonger?" I said.
"Oh,
sorry! Tank you SO much! You wet me inside and made me feel SO much
better!" She covered my face with sloppy kisses. "I want you to poke my
widdle cunny and peepee in my panty parts every day and every night!"
"Thanks,"
I said, smiling. "You're very good at that." Then I took the blindfold
off and saw someone who was definitely not a little girl. But she was
very happy, and I'd had a wonderful time too.
She reached over
to kiss me passionately, and I began wondering what sort of future
there was in this -- it was all very complicated.
Just then Isaac started fussing. "Oh, dear," she said. "Reality hits..."
"Say, I've got an idea. Could I go out there and try picking up my son
and seeing if I can keep him happy a while?"
"Would you? Oh, that would be fantastic!"
I
quickly pulled on briefs and pants. Isaac was happy to be held and
curious about this new person. I cooed at him and he smiled back. It
was maybe ten minutes before he started fussing in earnest. Meghan
appeared, all dressed, though she proceeded to pull up her shirt and
open her bra for him to nurse.
On the whole it was a very pleasant visit.
Most
girls came with their parents, and Meghan admitted sheepishly that
she'd talked them out of coming just so she'd have a chance to go to
bed with me. She'd also timed the visit to Isaac's nap time.
We
had one reprise a few months later, but then made a decision to stop.
Sex with me wasn't a resolution of her longstanding desire -- it made
it grow. And she saw the limitations of becoming attached to a
60-something pedophile.
My heart had skipped a beat when I learned that one of the mothers was
Katy.
Katy,
my first girl, the most special of all girls. I'd treated Katy every
ten days. I had made love to her privately, just the two of us, except
on those few occasions early on when she was helping another girl. She
had kept seeing me for a few months after the drug came on the market,
but then Meredith had let me know by email that Katy had decided
herself that she had had enough and was doing well with the drugs. I
had given a gracious reply, but I felt it as a far deeper loss than for
any of the others. I'd suggested to Meredith getting together socially,
but she had been evasive.
Katy had first come to see me with Meredith when her daughter Alyssa
was 3 months old. Katy had just turned 14.
While
Meredith was friendly and warm, Katy seemed almost brusque. She rarely
made eye contact with me. She was totally in love with her baby. She
was obviously grateful to her mother, and treated her with kindness.
She was happy to see how delighted I was with our small baby, but with
me she was very distant. They came to visit every week or two.
Then
one day when Alyssa was 9 months old, I got a call from Meredith saying
that Katy had some feelings about me that were troubling her. Meredith
wanted to suggest to Katy that the two of us just talk, but she didn't
want to suggest it unless she knew I would agree to it. I instantly
agreed. She wasn't sure I'd want to hear what Katy had to say, so she
hoped I'd commit to being kind and helpful. I instantly agreed to that
too. Katy could rant and rave and call me every name in the book for
what I had done to her when she was small -- apologizing would be easy,
but I would also listen for as long as it took and love her no matter
what.
"Hi." The silence was very brief, but still awkward. I broke it.
"I
just want to say that I'm really pretty nervous. Because I don't know
what you're going through, I can imagine it could be really rough. I
just want to say I'm really sorry things happened the way they did, but
I really care about you and I'll do anything I can to help."
There, I'd said it.
"Thanks."
We sat in the living room, side by side. I decided to let her do the
talking. The silence grew long, but still I waited. "How much do you
remember? Like our first time, and our second, and with
what's-her-name?"
"Every moment of those times is etched in my memory."
"What about later? All those other times?"
"I
remember a lot of those too. Like the time you couldn't stop sneezing.
And the time you had a fever -- not SLGS, some other bug -- and I was
horrified, but you said you'd rather feel bad just one way instead of
two ways. And lots of other times too."
"Gosh, you remember a lot. I remember the sneezing one, but not the one
where I had a fever."
"You were pretty out of it."
"But I felt better once you, you know, did it?"
"Oh, yes."
She
shifted in her seat. "I had a crush on you, you know. Silly little
crush. You were fucking every girl in town, but I still had the crush.
Pretty big crush, actually."
"I don't think a crush is silly. I think a crush is a really powerful
feeling, and people make fun of them when they shouldn't."
"I
really thought you cared for me, though. My mom said I shouldn't think
that way, that to you it was just medicine, or just biology or
something."
"Well, physically it felt wonderful, there's no
doubt about that. It felt great with all the girls. But there was a lot
more than that. Do you realize you were my first girl?"
"What, you were a virgin?"
"No
-- I'd tried some things with grown women, just a few times. Maybe you
don't know much about what it's like to be a pedophile, but it's kind
of like being gay -- you want to see if you can be normal -- you
really, really want to. So I'd had sex, yes, but it never really felt
right. You were the first person I had sex with where I really, really
felt attracted. And I guess I had a pretty big crush too."
"A crush on me?"
"Absolutely.
You were gorgeous, and lively, and it almost broke my heart how nice
you were to Tracy. I definitely had a crush on you as a person, not
just you as a body."
"But then you did it to Tracy. And as my mom pointed out, you did it to
more girls -- tons and tons of girls."
"Yeah,
I did. But you know, I felt guilty with Tracy, even. Like I really
wanted to be true to you. I'm not saying you were the only one who
attracted me -- there were a lot of really wonderful little girls. A
lot of them were just so I could treat them, and I admit it felt good
and satisfying physically. But you've got to remember that I was doing
it to keep the girls healthy -- even to save their lives sometimes."
"So
you really would have liked to be true to me, just your one little
Katy, and live happily ever after." She said it sarcastically and
laughed.
I didn't reply, and fought back tears briefly. She noticed and looked.
"What?"
"Well, you laugh, but that's pretty much true."
"You wanted to marry a 5-year-old?"
"Well
-- yes! I'm not saying it could ever have worked out. It wasn't
realistic. But if you have some boy you have a crush on, and you have a
fantasy you would be true to each other forever and live happily ever
after -- that's exactly how I felt."
"And I was the one and only for you? The only girl in the world you
could truly love?"
"I'm
not saying that. There were many others I could have loved the same way
-- and you'll maybe understand that being so very intimate with them,
over and over, made those feelings grow. If you have a crush on a boy,
do you really think he's the only one? If you lived somewhere else
you'd fall for another one. But the point is that whichever one there
is, you'd bond to him and him alone. I would very happily have bonded
with you -- and you would have been my first choice."
After a pause, she changed the subject. "When I stopped seeing you,
that was hard. I didn't want to -- I really didn't want to."
"Oh. Your mom said it was your choice."
"Ha!
Well, yeah, maybe. She kept talking to me about how it wasn't good for
girls to have sex like that, that I'd understand when I was older, and
so on. So I probably agreed at some point -- I was only 7 years old."
"Oh.
Hmmm. Well, your mother has a point. It's probably not great for girls
to have sex so young -- though it's a whole new world here... But are
you saying that you didn't really feel like stopping with me?"
"No. Mom twisted my arm."
"I'll tell you, it really makes me happy to know that -- happier than
you'd believe."
"Really?" she said in a small voice. I nodded.
She
seemed lost in thought, so after a while I tried to draw her out. "But
your mom said you've had some difficult feelings lately? Maybe about
being hurt and betrayed? Angry? Enraged? I've noticed in our visits you
seem to keep me at arm's length. And I don't blame you for that at all.
Why, I was such a cad I didn't use protection and knocked you up."
She smiled weakly at that last. "I feel so stupid."
"I can't imagine I'd ever dream of calling you stupid."
"Well...
I might get angry at times, but it's not because I feel betrayed or
anything. You just make my heart melt. So every time we visit, I'm
telling myself, 'No, no, don't go there!' So the less I look at you the
better." She became more heated. "So here I am, 14 years old and madly
in love with an old geezer pedophile! I'm stupid because I think about
being with you, and it makes no sense at all. You'd croak and leave me
a widow at 19 or something. And see how stupid I am, even thinking
about marriage? To anyone! I'm only 14! And worst of all, now that I'm
grown up and know what love is and how it works, you think I'm butt
ugly!"
My impulse was to enfold her in my arms, or else get down on my knees
and ask her to marry me.
"I don't think you're stupid at all --"
"A freak, then? A total wacko?" she shouted.
"Wait!"
I said, with a little heat myself. "You were handed a horrible disease
when you were five years old. The cure was this thing that society has
frowned on and thought of as a terrible, terrible crime. Your mommy got
an old guy to fuck you, over and over again. So maybe it affects you,
all of that. Makes you unusual and not fit into the usual categories.
Gives you different problems."
She calmed down some.
"I'm
hesitant to mention this part, but... You're not the only one... Other
girls have had that same reaction of feeling attached to me --
sometimes it starts at puberty, or at least gets more intense then.
Some of them tried to contact me, but the agency blocked all that..."
"Oh, great, a whole bunch of us who you fucked up."
"But there was one other of the moms... She was attracted, and... we
did it."
Katy looked at me, and it was not a friendly look.
"I
know, I know... She was the only one, and we did it twice and decided
not to ever do it again. And the reason is that it made her more and
more attached -- it wasn't a matter of getting it out of her system."
"But you found her attractive?"
"It wasn't perfect, but she -- well, among other things, I could still
see the little girl in her, even though she was grown."
"Oh."
A
sudden resolution came over me. I took a deep breath. "So, I want you
to know that I find you very, very attractive. You are a small person,
and thin, and your breasts are nice and small again, now that you're
not nursing any more. And you still have that gorgeous face, and I can
still see the girl you were, who I adored so very much. And I'll never
ever forget what you did for Tracy, letting her watch us and making her
feel comfortable and all. And you are also the mother of my child."
Katy's demeanor had totally changed. She was surely mine for the taking.
"However,
I absolutely refuse to have sex with you. Because it would just make it
worse for you. And it might not be so good for me either." I paused.
"Unless we got married -- and along with it being illegal, I am as you
say an old geezer who is likely to start failing in ten years or so,
even if I hope and expect to live quite a bit longer than that."
"But... but I love you!"
It
was my turn to get heated. "I love you too, more than anything, but I
refuse to fuck up your life any more than it already is!"
"But --"
"Go, go! Get out of here, and I'll see you and your mom and Alyssa
soon."
"But --"
"Go, before I rape you on the carpet!"
She
got up then and headed to the door, but on the front steps she turned
with a smug smile. "You couldn't rape me if you wanted to."
The
next time Katy, Alyssa, and Meredith came over it was notably awkward.
The time after that, Meredith brought Alyssa and Katy stayed home. The
report was that she was sick and wanted to catch up on sleep.
It felt very strange meeting Meredith on the same park bench for a
fourth time, ten years after the others.
"Hi, grandma," I said. She was more than 20 years younger than me.
"Hi."
"So this must be important, that you want to meet this way."
"I think so."
"OK."
"Katy told me about your conversation a couple weeks ago."
"I figured she would. I'm sorry for what I've done to your daughter."
"Thank
you. I know what you mean, though let's keep in mind you saved her life
and did everything only after I twisted your arm."
"Yeah..."
"You
two seem to be in love. Hell, you are in love. And I want to apologize,
by the way, for not understanding how a pedophile can really truly love
a little girl as a whole person -- I didn't get that before."
"Thank you."
"One
way out of this would be for you to never see any of us again. It would
work. But Alyssa deserves to know her daddy. We could also muddle
through somehow, like with just me and Alyssa coming over."
"OK..."
"But,
well, in a lot of societies girls are married off at age 13. She's
already a mother. Marrying the father of her baby isn't a terrible idea
on the face of it."
I was speechless.
"It would have to be hush-hush, of course. And not a legal marriage
yet, but a commitment to each other."
"She's so young, she can't know what she wants."
"You have a point there. Would it be the end of the world if she
divorced you?"
"What, is she planning it already?"
"No,
you silly man. I'm just being the practical, matchmaker mom here. So,
do you have other prospects? And suppose you die when you're 80. She'll
be 32 years old -- time enough to take a different life path if she
wants. And maybe you'd leave her some of your money? To help with
whatever comes next?"
I smiled. "That is a consideration high on the list of any matchmaker."
"Katy
brings plenty of passion and romance. She'd marry you for love. She'd
probably marry you if she knew you'd dump her next month. I'm being
practical. And trying to help you see how it's not so bad for her."
I
reflected briefly. "What do you think it will be like for her knowing
that I thought she was most attractive when she was 5 and is already
getting kind of old?"
"Most women have to deal with that when they're 40 and they know their
husbands thought they were super-hot at age 18."
"Yeah, but they don't like it."
"True.
But see, Katy also knows that you were there for her when she was 5, to
relieve her pain. She knows now that it was only because you found her
so attractive then that you were able to save her life. That's got to
be worth a lot."
"Maybe."
"But before we go farther,
there's an important thing... Can you promise to be true to her? She
mentioned the other girls who may feel the same way she does."
"Sure, that's no problem. I'd love to be true to her. I hope she'll be
true to me too."
"Also, um, is there a problem with your abusing Alyssa some day?"
Inside I felt a little offended, but then realized that it was a
reasonable fear.
"No,
not at all... But in terms of being true, I'm just thinking of weird
cases, though. Suppose there's some girl who shows up where none of the
medicines work and her life is in danger. Then --" Suddenly the
solution hit me. "I know, I'd promise not to do anything without Katy's
freely given permission."
"That sounds good. And maybe you'd give her some freedom too, for
instance if you became totally impotent."
"Yeah, fair enough." Silence. "When you add everything together it's
all very logical. But it's also crazy."
"I don't think so. "
More silence. "Life can take some crazy turns... And some of these
turns have been happy ones."
"You still have to ask Katy, of course. I can't promise anything."
I
smiled. "Here we are on this bench for the fourth time. And once more
you're begging me to get into your daughter's panties. First, to do it
to her at age 5, second, to do it rougher with more animal lust, third,
to abuse other girls too, and fourth, to keep doing it to Katy forever
-- and she's just 14."
She elbowed me in the ribs hard, but then joined me in laughter.
The joy on Katy's face when I proposed to her was a wonder to behold.
Yeah,
she was eager to get laid -- over and over again. I was happy to
oblige. True, it wasn't physically the best sex of my life, but it was
plenty good. Katy was happy to pretend she was a little girl. She knew
just how a little girl might think about sex because she had been a
little girl thinking about sex and having sex. And she could make
herself more childlike than a real child when she was using her
imagination. What real 4-year-old would whisper, "Wanna spit your
spermy-wormies up my cunny-wunny?" But how incredibly hot!
What
I adored most was having Katy in my life, day in and day out. Idealism,
purity and energy arise anew in each generation, and she had plenty,
even with a year-old baby. There she was snuggled against me at night,
serving me breakfast, looking with total adoration at our daughter,
looking with warm smiles at me looking with adoration at our daughter.
Learning algebra and history, learning about things that were new in
the last fifteen years that she thought had been there forever. She
wasn't a little girl any more, but the little girl was always there if
you knew what you were looking for. I noticed that she seemed more
girlish with me than with other people, and she admitted it was true.
And surely it is a good thing to act the way your partner likes if it's
within the range of what's comfortable for you.
I still kept my
own place for a variety of reasons. Now and then I wanted to get away
from so much youthful enthusiasm and have a quiet afternoon. Other
times I invited in the youthful enthusiasm of my other children and
their mothers. Twice I had to turn down entreaties from other mothers
for my sexual attention. But I spent almost every night at Meredith and
Katy's house, with my love Katy sleeping by my side.
A year
passed, and Katy wanted to have another child. Although ordinarily
everyone would think she was still shockingly young to become a mother,
she wanted Alyssa to have a brother or sister close enough in age that
they could really be siblings to each other. And while a biological
clock was the last thing on her mind, I had one -- of mortality, if
nothing else.
But a year of trying produced no results. We were
evaluated independently for possible fertility issues and both passed
with flying colors. My sperm count and motility were still very good.
Alyssa
was a joy in every respect. There was some chance that a child
conceived from sperm lurking in a mother for years would be abnormal in
some way, but no problems were ever detected. She was almost as pretty
as Katy had been, and just as independent, impish, smart, sweet and
kind. I enjoyed visiting with my other children, but it was Alyssa who
knew me day in and day out as her daddy.
She was not quite 4
when she was diagnosed with SLGS. It was by then a routine childhood
ailment, if a rare one. She was prescribed the effective drug and was
basically well. She never had another attack, but we noticed she was
more cranky and irritable than she'd been before.
Katy and I
wondered if she might be truly happy and well if she was treated the
way Katy had been at that age. But while for me it was idle
speculation, for Katy it was a serious idea.
Meredith and I
tried to help her see that it would never work. Her childhood
'treatments' had been truly extraordinary, required by desperate
circumstances. But except in that very special case, no one wanted
little girls to have sex. Then there was the question of what man might
be found. Katy also didn't want to recruit some other man. She readily
agreed it would be difficult and pose serious risks of detection, but
it was also clear she just didn't like the idea. She wanted me to do
it. Meredith and I pointed out how little girls have whole layers of
extra problems if it's their daddies who abuse them.
Katy is
strong-willed, however. I didn't know what she was up to until one day
Alyssa reported with bright eyes some secret naughty play she had done
with her mommy. When I confronted Katy, she fessed up. Like all girls
with her condition, Alyssa's vulva and vagina were more developed than
usual. Katy introduced her daughter to dildos and taught her how to use
them. She reported that she had fished my ejaculation out of her own
pussy more than once and slathered it all over the tip of Alyssa's
dildo and encouraged her to push it in and out fast and hard, hoping in
vain that it would treat her. It also made sense of her insistence on a
couple occasions of giving me hand jobs and carefully gathering the
spurts uncontaminated by her fluids. None of it had helped Alyssa's
mood, however.
It was hard for me to say no to Katy, and she led
me step by step into dangerous waters. She thought bodies were natural
and no cause for shame, so it made sense if Alyssa and I saw each other
naked. But she also thought Alyssa ought to see what an erect penis
looked like. One morning I woke to find that Katy was holding Alyssa
and pointing to my morning wood. If Alyssa hadn't giggled I might never
have known.
One day Alyssa told me that mommy thought I ought to
stick my penis in her vagina, and that sounded like fun to her. She'd
watched the movie her mommy had made of me sticking my penis into
mommy's vagina and thought it looked like fun.
I tried to have
it out with Katy, to put my foot down and say that she was out of line.
But Katy is young and strong-willed, while I am old and have less
backbone. I had to admit, it made sense from her point of view. Her
childhood had involved periodic pokings up the pussy by a big penis,
and they had made her feel wonderful when she had been feeling bad. She
thought her daughter deserved the same, and if I wasn't willing to do
that, I wasn't a very loving father or a very loving husband.
Katy
had already taken risks. If Alyssa reported her secret play with her
mommy to people outside the family, she could get us investigated, and
actually getting poked up the pussy by her daddy might not increase the
risk of her spilling the beans very much. Katy had already shown her a
video of sex between her parents, and told Alyssa what she hoped I'd
do. She'd gotten her daughter to mimic sex with a dildo, and she'd even
seen to it that my semen had been swimming around the depths of her
pussy. Who knew what psychological damage any of that might cause? Many
risks had already been taken. But what Alyssa hadn't had was the
opportunity for the benefit -- for being treated properly and feeling
really good instead of mildly cruddy all the time.
Alyssa
lay in the middle of the master bed on her back, wearing nothing but a
pink dress. Katy sat beside her, wearing a white summer nightgown. I
approached, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. It was 8:00 on
a Saturday night.
"Hi, daddy! Can I see your thingie? I wanna see how hard it is."
Reluctantly I pulled the boxers down. It wasn't terribly hard.
Katy said, "Alyssa, if you want to see it get really hard, pull your
dress up and show him what's up there."
Alyssa grinned at her mother and slowly lifted the hem of her dress,
watching my eyes as her slit came into view.
Katy said, "You know what to do next, remember?"
Alyssa nodded at her and then looked back at me with a grin. She spread
her legs wide apart and wiggled her hips.
"Wow, it's like magic!" she said. "It got stiff so fast! Mommy says
that means you'd like to stick it in me. Would you?"
"Oh, Alyssa," I said. "Are you absolutely, totally sure you want me to
do this?"
"Yeah! Mommy says it's fun and she did it when she was my age."
I
hadn't been entirely sure I'd find my daughter sexy when it came right
down to it. I'd been looking at her naked body ever since she was a
baby and hadn't been particularly aroused by it. It had occasionally
flashed into my mind when I was making love to Katy, but not when I was
with Alyssa. But now when the moment arrived, it was a very exciting
prospect. There was no trace of fear in Alyssa's eyes like there had
been in Katy's so many years before. And there was Katy, my wife,
urging me on as she had been all along.
I lowered myself into position. Katy reached in to help but I waved her
off. I held little Alyssa open and aimed my cock.
"Here goes, honey..." I said softly, locking eyes with my little
daughter.
And in I pressed. In and in I went.
Alyssa just grinned.
I'd
penetrated more little girl pussies than any man in history, so maybe I
wasn't just imagining that there was a family resemblance between
Alyssa's now and the indelible memory of Katy's the first time I'd
entered it.
I rowed back and forth gently. I wanted to be sweet with my little
daughter, but Katy spoke. "Like you mean it, remember?"
"Yeah,"
I sighed. I didn't have the patience to get Alyssa's dress off, but I
forced my hands up underneath, to play with her skin of sides and
stomach. Down below I started ramming into her with abandon.
"Oh,
Alyssa," I said, lowering myself onto her and staring into her face
from inches away. "You're so sexy, I want to eat every inch of you up!"
She
laughed as I took first her cheek, then her ear, then her lip between
my teeth. I then pressed my mouth against hers and kissed her hard. To
my surprise she reached around behind my back and squeezed hard,
pressing our chests together. Down below I was thrusting in and out at
great speed, jamming my cock in to the hilt each time.
"What's daddy doing to you, Alyssa?" said Katy softly.
"Daddy's fucking me! You're fucking me, daddy!"
"Is it OK?" I asked, concerned, raising myself up to look down at her.
"It's
great!" said Alyssa, hugging me. She rested her heels on my lower back.
"You're everywhere at once, all over inside and outside and it's great!"
"Unnnh,
unnnh, unnnh," I rumbled. I reached out to find my daughter's hands and
interlocked fingers, lowering myself onto her again.
"Make messy daddy pee up in my girly hole!"
I turned my sweaty head to the side. "Did you teach her that?"
Katy grinned sheepishly. "Go for it! Do it to her hard! Give her
everything!"
Alyssa grinned at Katy, "You're right, daddy pussy poking is cozy and
crazy and wild and great!"
Katy
leaned over and nibbled my ear while her other hand stroked my butt,
which was contorting at record pace as it drove my cock in and out of
my little girl. "Give it to her -- for both of us!" she whispered.
"Oooohhhhhh,
aaarrrrrrgggghhhhhh!" I shouted as I passed the point of no return.
Pure pleasure flooded every inch of my skin, and I drove in deeper than
ever as my first spurt flooded Alyssa's innards, but I kept driving in
and out as the other spurts followed the first. On and on I kept
thrusting after my cock stopped spitting, just loving the moment and
never wanting it to end.
Alyssa
struggled upright to a sitting position. The look of wonder on her face
was one I'll never forget. "I feel good! Wow, so good!" She leapt to
standing and bounced up and down on the bed, quickly getting herself
out of the pink dress that was wrapped around her awkwardly. She then
jumped off the bed and ran around the room.
Katy and I looked at
each other and grinned. We then shared a tender kiss -- or as tender as
we could manage with a manic little 4-year-old babbling at us.
Alyssa
talked and bounced nonstop for an hour, but her enthusiasm also wore
her out. Rather suddenly she sagged and started yawning. Katy took her
to the bathroom for a pee and quick clean up, and then I came in for a
quick goodnight kiss. She flashed me a big smile before falling fast
asleep.
When Katy and I were alone in the master bed once more,
we held each other tenderly. She cried softly for a while, then pulled
back to smile at me.
"Now, that's
what a little girl is supposed to get! That's what makes life complete!"
I
didn't argue with her. It was hard to find any hint in the evening's
activities of anything Alyssa had been less than thrilled with.
"But
you know the best part?" she said. "I didn't expect it, but... I could
see it in your eyes, feel it in your every muscle... That's what sex is
really supposed to be like for you, right? That's
what really feels best!"
"Well, I don't know, I suppose--"
"Shhh.
It is. I'm so glad to see you look like that. That's what I remember
seeing when I was a little girl on my back like Alyssa was tonight,
getting pounded so hard and lovingly. I'm so glad to be able to
see you
looking like that again. You deserve it."
I thought of many objections but decided to keep quiet.
"What about you?" I said. "When do you get what you deserve?"
She
reached down to find my cock hard and getting harder rapidly. She
smiled and turned onto her back, spreading her legs and inviting me in.
She closed her eyes. As my cock entered her I could almost feel her
pleasure.
"Now little girl, it's time for your medicine!" I said in my best
grown-up voice.
"Ooooooohhhh!" she cried, her orgasm clutching me rhythmically while
her limbs twitched.
It
took me several seconds to catch up, but I was soon in a daze of
pleasure as well as I pulsed medicinal drops into my dear little Katy.
Alyssa
wanted it again first thing in the morning. She was disappointed that
she didn't feel super-fantastic again when I gave her my magic pee, but
she still liked it. After a few days the novelty wore off, and
competing for her attention were all the million other things she
wanted to do now she was feeling wonderful instead of cruddy. But she
was very happy to get it every five days, when she could feel that
little extra lift when the next injection came.
When Meredith
saw how much happier Alyssa was, she smiled knowingly. She said she'd
been thinking of asking to meet her in the park but was glad that
hadn't been necessary.
Katy got pregnant almost immediately. By
way of explanation, she reported that Alyssa happily fished goop out of
her pussy every time during "clean up" and that Katy then squirted it
way up in herself with a turkey baster. Maybe my body only gets serious
about reproduction when it's squirting into a little girl.
Sebastian was born when Alyssa was 5. He's not quite a year old, but
Katy is pregnant again. It's going to be another girl.
It's hard to know what the future is going to bring, but for the moment
we are a very happy family.