"There
you go, sweet little Kate, hop right up here," said the friendly nurse.
"Good
girl... Now, pull your panties down to your ankles... that's good. Legs
apart... Good! Now I'm going to pull your private parts a little bit
open, OK? Just enough to get this little blunt thing right at your
special little opening... Good girl."
The "needle" of the
syringe was about the diameter of a crayon, and the nurse deftly
inserted it half a inch inside the little girl's vagina, then pressed
the plunger, filling her junior hole with about a teaspoon of creamy
stuff.
"There you go, that's all for today!" Turning to her
mother, she added, "It will leak back out onto her panties; that's
perfectly normal. And it comes out in the wash. She may feel a little
warm down there, and may have a desire to explore. That's perfectly
natural. It might feel good to her, too, and whatever she does is fine."
"OK," said Kate's mother Meghan, a little uneasy.
"Then she can come back between two and seven days from now for the
actual vaccination."
"Daddy, I feel warm down between my legs where the doctor put the
stuff."
"Oh, um, maybe you should ask your mommy about that," said her daddy
Paul.
"Why mommy?"
"She's the one who took you to the doctor, so she'll know about it."
Kate hesitated.
He raised his voice, "Meghan!"
"What is it?" came the voice from the other end of the house.
"Kate wants to ask you something." Turning to his daughter, he said,
"Go see mommy."
He sighed with relief as he watched his daughter hurry away to her
mother.
"Mommy, I feel warm between my legs where the nurse put the stuff."
"Oh, hmmm, right. Um, that's fine. Does it hurt?"
"No, but I want to touch it."
"Oh, um, go ahead, the doctor said there's no harm in that."
Kate started to pull her panties down.
"Not here... Go to your room first and shut the door."
"Oh, OK." The little girl disappeared into her room, but didn't shut
the door.
A couple minutes later, her mother heard her call, "Mommy, mommy!"
"What is it, dear?"
"It feels really good down there. It's warm, and it's a little wet too.
And I think I found the place the nurse put the stuff."
"Oh, ummm. Gee, hmmm, that's nice."
"Can you come look?"
Her mother hesitated, but knew she ought to answer any questions her
daughter had about her body.
Kate lay back on the bed, dress scrunched up around her waist, panties
down around her ankles and her legs spread wide.
"See, mommy?" she said.
She was holding open her little feminine lips. Meghan could see they
were engorged. Wet glistened from inside.
"This is the hole I mean," said Kate, and sank her middle finger all
the way up inside her vagina. "Is that OK?"
"That's
just fine, sweetie," said her mother, uneasy. She doubted she'd have
been able to poke her own finger so far into herself at that age. She
didn't remember ever wanting to try. Well, that's what the creamy
treatment was for, of course.
"Oh,
hi, Kate, my name is Mrs. Dubois, I'm the vaccination nurse. I see you
wore a lovely little dress -- you're such a beautiful girl."
Kate smiled shyly.
"So
now you pull your panties off before you go into the other room, and
I'll keep them for you... Good. And let your dress fall back down...
That's right. Now here are the rules, Kate. You forget everything
anyone taught you about good touch and bad touch. There's a man in the
other room, and his name is Mr. Smith. He doesn't have any clothes on!
None at all! You know about what boys have between their legs, right?"
Kate nodded.
"Well,
his is really big because he's a grown man, and it's even bigger now
that he's giving vaccinations. But you'll find it exciting. You should
let him touch you anywhere he wants, and don't worry if it seems
private. You can watch and see what the other girls do. OK, off you go!"
The nurse opened the door, and when Kate hesitated, she gave her a
friendly push on the butt to send her in.
There
were a couple beds in the room, kind of like a motel room. A half dozen
little girls were sitting and lying on the beds, and there was Mr.
Smith, just getting up from lying on top of one of the other little
girls.
"Did you vaccinate me, Mr. Smith?" the girl asked.
"Not yet, Sammy, not quite yet. But did the warm-up feel good?"
"Yeah, really good!"
"Good."
Mr.
Smith turned and noticed Kate standing by the door. "And who is the new
girl?" he asked, walking over. He was holding his thingie, and when he
let go of it, Kate saw it was huge, long and stiff.
"You mind if I give you a hug and some kisses?" he asked.
Kate didn't mind. There was something about that big thingie she really
liked; it made her feel almost hungry.
Mr.
Smith knelt in front of her and gave her a gentle hug, which he held
for a while, with an "Mmmmm" sound. Then he turned his head and sniffed
her hair and her neck before opening up the hug. He kissed her cheeks,
then her eyes and nibbled her ears, making Kate giggle.
"You mind?" he said in a kindly voice.
Kate
shook her head. She liked it. Next he moved his hands all over her back
and arms, curved a hand around her butt below, then after removing it,
he moved both hands up her calves to her knees, then slowly slid
higher, on the inside of her thighs, right up to that place where she
was warm.
"Hold you dress up sweetie -- if you don't mind," he said.
Kate
was happy to do it. The other girls were watching. Half of them weren't
being modest at all; she could see their little private parts.
"Now, I'm going to kiss you in the warm place, OK?" he said, and she
nodded.
He
gently moved her foot out so her legs were apart a little, then ducked
down with his head. He buried his nose right at her private place and
took a deep breath, then spread her little hot lips apart -- and put
his tongue on her!
She giggled. He'd found that spot that felt
so good, and now it felt way better as he licked away at it. Then he
eased his finger up into the hole she'd been poking into. His finger
was much bigger than hers, but it fit just fine too. He shoved it in
and out a few times. It all felt really nice.
"Oh, I think
you'll be ready to vaccinate soon," he said with a grin. "Let me show
you how it's done on one of the other girls." He turned. "Who wants it?"
"Me! Me! Me!" said three girls, baring their little private parts for
him, wiggling their hips back and forth.
"You!"
he said, picking one, and she gave a big smile and lay back. Then as
Kate watched, he lowered his body onto the young girl, lining up his
big stiff thingie with her private parts. The girl spread her girl lips
apart, and Mr. Smith's blunt tip nudged right against her, right up
between her legs! Then it began disappearing right up her opening! His
thing was huge, but the girl didn't cry, and it kept going in and in
until she couldn't see any more. Kate felt a flush of heat between her
own legs.
"Goody, goody, goody!" said the girl.
Then Mr.
Smith began moving his hips and rear end over and over -- he must be
pumping his thingie in and out of the little girl! But both of them
were smiling. A couple of the other girls put their hands between their
legs and started rubbing, and Kate felt the urge but was still a little
shy.
After a minute, the little girl squeaked and wiggled under
the man, and after a moment, he smiled at her as he extracted his
impossibly long weewee from between her legs and got up, then leaned
down to kiss her.
"Did you have a nice little happy spell, Molly?"
The girl nodded enthusiastically. "Did you vaccinate me?"
"No, not quite yet. I'll get to you -- don't worry. Your turn, now
Kate. My, you are a pretty girl!"
She
lay back on the other bed just as Molly had, and was both thrilled and
scared to see the man descending onto her, poking his slick, huge penis
between her legs.
"Isn't it going to hurt?" she asked.
He
laughed. "Probably not -- that's what that little squirt up into your
vagina was for the other day. But I'll go slowly, and if it hurts at
all, just tell me, OK?"
"OK," Kate answered in a tiny voice, but she felt really scared.
Mr. Smith noticed. "Girls, why don't you tell Kate here. Did it hurt
you the first time I stuck it in you?"
Kate heard "No" and "Nhhh-unnh" and saw heads shaking. She felt a
little better.
So
the man settled down on her, pinning her legs with his weight, and she
felt his big fat thingie poke in. It was huge, almost like he had a
third arm or third leg. But her special wet place opened up more and
more and more, and then his thingie started filling her up. And it felt
really good.
She gasped, and a couple girls giggled.
In
and in his huge man thing went, stuffing her little body. When she felt
as stuffed as she could possibly be, he paused and looked at her with a
kind smile.
She was scared, but she trusted him. He started back and forth.
The
motion felt fantastic, and Kate began whimpering. In and out the man
moved, faster and faster, with his huge organ up in the private hole
between her legs that was all warm and wet. And the faster his thingie
moved, the better it felt. Suddenly a wave of ecstasy rose up and broke
over her. She moaned and thrashed as the man's prong kept pushing in
and out.
"Oh, my," he panted. "You are so beautiful, and so
sexy, and you come so easy -- I think I've got to vaccinate you right
now!" he said.
More and more urgently he pumped, his face
scrunching up. His super-thingie got even bigger inside her. Suddenly
he shoved into her deeper than ever, pushing her up on the bed a
little, and groaned. He held himself still, and he sure looked happy.
She felt a warm surge up inside her. Was he peeing in her?
"That
was fantastic, Kate!" he said, still breathing heavily, his thingie
still stuck way up inside her. "Now you've vaccinated."
"You -- peed stuff in me?" she said, thrilled and a little horrified.
"Oh, it's much better than pee. It's vaccine! Did it feel better than
getting a shot in your arm?"
Kate nodded enthusiastically.
As
he pulled away and flopped onto his back, his big thingie sprang out of
her. Two girls came up to wipe little blobs of stuff off of it and
stuff their fingers up between their legs.
In answer to Kate's
curious look, he said, "The vaccine shot out the end of my penis. Most
of it stayed up inside your vagina, but girls like getting extra little
bits of vaccine too."
"Wanted -- single men aged 21 to 35. Take a simple blood test. If you
qualify, pleasant and lucrative career awaits."
Victor Smith was unemployed, and they were going to pay for the blood
test. It was worth a shot.
When they called him back, he was surprised.
"Only one man in a hundred qualifies, but you're one of the lucky few!"
they said. "Come in and we'll do one more test."
He
went to a special unit inside the hospital and was surprised to find
out what the extra test was. A male technician said, "Let me strap this
thing over your penis. It tells us how turned on you are, and then we
show you a bunch of pictures."
So Victor let them stick this
thing over his dick and watched the pictures. Some sexy ladies, a few
men that turned him off, fat ladies, skinny ones -- and even, he swore
-- pictures of little girls! Then more of them. He thought that was
illegal, but they were a well known hospital, so it must be OK.
When the tests were over and he was dressed, the assistant led him into
an office with "Dr. Edith Boring" on the nameplate.
She
looked to be in her 60s with a stout figure and short gray hair. "Sit,
sit," she said, as the technician closed the door, leaving the two of
them alone.
"So, Mr. Smith," she said, with a smile. "You qualify. Congratulations."
"Uh, OK."
"Now
the question is whether you want the job. First, some background." She
tapped her fingers on the desk. "There are a variety of ailments that
females get over the course of their lifetimes. At the serious end of
the spectrum are of course ovarian, cervical, uterine and breast
cancer. There are vaginal yeast infections and urinary-tract
infections. At menopause, there are hot flashes and reduced lubrication
for sex and loss of libido. Associated with pregnancy there's morning
sickness and risk for ectopic pregnancy, miscarriage, placenta previa,
gestational diabetes... There's infertility. And teen girls have
usually unpleasant and sometimes debilitating menstrual cramps. Those
are some of the common female woes."
Victor was reminded of why it was nice to be a man.
"Anyway,
the good news is we've found a vaccine that solves all of these
problems for women! They never get cancers or infections. They can't
contract any of the STIs either! No bad cramps. Short, regular periods.
They take a single pill at puberty that serves as a 100% contraceptive.
Then if they want to get pregnant they take another pill that keeps
them fertile. We've got it all planned out so they never enter
menopause unless they want to -- by taking another pill. If they change
their minds, they'll take yet another and go back to having periods."
"Uh, cool," said Victor. "Is there anything to help with men's
problems?"
"Alas, no," said Dr. Boring with a sly smile. "Only females... So
anyway, how is this vaccine produced, you may ask?"
It hadn't actually occurred to Victor to wonder about that, but what
the heck.
"It
is made in the prostate glands of certain men, when they themselves are
given an oral vaccine. You are one of the few men whose biochemistry is
right for this. The vaccine is released in semen during ejaculation; in
essence, the semen is
the vaccine."
So it looked like he'd be jerking off into little plastic cups.
"Then there is how the vaccine is administered." Dr. Boring leaned back.
"You
see, it only works if administered before the age of six. And, as is
fitting for a vaccine that solves female problems, it can only be
delivered through the vagina."
Wow, that was weird.
Dr.
Boring became animated. "What's more, it can't be delivered by syringe.
Or rather, not by any artificial syringe. It can only be delivered by
nature's first, 100% natural syringe -- the erect male penis in the act
of procreation!" The doctor rubbed her hands together with glee. "Yes,
the only way to protect women from a lifetime of female woes is for the
right man to fuck them as little girls, deep and tight, and ejaculate
deep in their vaginas!" Suddenly she looked a little embarrassed and
tried to regain her professional demeanor.
"So, you see, the
pictures we were most interested in were the little girls. The tests
seem to show that -- whatever you may think yourself -- you have the
potential to become sexually aroused by young girls, to be able to
perform the sex act with them and save them from a lifetime of female
misery!"
This was very strange. "Um, how can you -- I mean, a
man -- fit a penis into a little girl like that? Without, like, hurting
her really bad?"
"Well, Mr. Smith, you're the one who has to
worry about shoving the penis in, not me, heh, heh, heh --" Once again
she forced herself back into a professional demeanor. "But, yes! We've
got that solved. It's a simple mixture of drugs: female hormones,
tissue relaxants, vasodilators, pro-lubricating agents. Yes, it does
the trick quite nicely. Administer it at least 48 hours before the
scheduled vaccination, and the girls find it a not-at-all-uncomfortable
experience."
"And, um, what do they think about this?"
"Well,"
said the doctor, smiling again. "One effect of the hormones is to make
them entirely amenable to the procedure. They often ask if they can get
another dose. And as the success rate with an individual dose is only
around 90%, repeated doses are sometimes necessary if the test shows
the vaccination didn't take."
"Huh," he said, confused.
"And
then there's the pay. Two hundred dollars per vaccination. Most men can
manage at least two a day." That settled it. He was definitely going to
try his hand at this career!
For
his first time, they put him together with a gorgeous, enthusiastic
girl who needed a second dose. Victor had never thought of little girls
that way before, but he found himself getting plenty hard looking at
the little girl and thinking about what was under her dress. It helped
that she smiled and wriggled around as she saw his organ stiffening.
She then lay back and exposed herself. The idea that this would help
her avoid a lifetime of female problems, that her parents wanted it,
and that he was earning $200 for it -- they all combined to make him
very stiff and eager. The fact the little girl was eager for his
intrusion and excited every step of the way helped a lot. She had an
orgasm quickly, and he followed shortly.
Victor developed a
craving for young pussy, a craving society was entirely willing to
encourage. He remodeled his house slightly to create a "sleep lab" and
waiting area. He took two little girls to bed every night, and often
fell asleep with his head between a girl's legs, breathing in her scent
all night long, where it stimulated his prostate to produce vaccine
faster. During the day he took girls a half dozen at a time. He sniffed
and licked every part of a girl that struck his fancy, stuck his
fingers into young pussies when his cock was soft or busy fucking away
in another. He averaged four actual vaccinations a day.
The
demand for his services was high; when he started, only about 10% of
girls could find a man to vaccinate them in a timely fashion. He could
choose which girls to do it to based on brief videos. Parents got
anxious as their girls neared their sixth birthday. Would they get that
wildly beneficial vaccine in time, or would they be doomed to suffer
the range of maladies their mothers lived with?
"Can't I get vaccinated again, mommy -- please?" whined six-year-old
Kate.
Her
mother Meghan replied. "No, honey, we've been over this. You were very
lucky that Mr. Smith chose you to vaccinate in the first place. And
since your vaccine didn't take the first time, you were even luckier
that he agreed to vaccinate you again. And now your vaccine has "taken"
and you're going to grow up to be a big girl and a woman without any
female problems! Lucky you!"
"But I liked
getting vaccinated."
"Well, that's nice, dear, but some things are like special treats and
we can only have them once in life."
" Sally said she begged her daddy and he vaccinated her again."
"Oh."
"Do you think daddy would vaccinate me?"
"I doubt it very much, honey."
"Why not?"
"Well,
until this vaccine was invented, girls didn't like to get vaccinated --
I mean, to have men do that thing that vaccinates them."
"You mean fuck them? Men didn't fuck girls?"
"No! And that's not a very polite word for it."
Kate shrugged.
"No, it was a bad crime. Girls didn't like it, and it hurt them if a
bad man did it to them."
"Why did it hurt? It didn't hurt me or any of my friends."
"It's because of that little bunch of goop the nurse gave you."
"With the little needly thing, in our cunts?"
Her mother sighed, deciding not to fight terminology battles. "Yes."
"But
we all thought getting fucked was OK. And a couple of us, like Sally
and me, want to get it more. So why wouldn't daddy do it to me?"
"Most men just don't want to do it to little girls. They just do it
with grown women who they really love."
"Like when they're trying to knock up their wives?"
"Uh, yeah, that's the basic idea."
"So Daddy wouldn't want to do it to me?"
"No, I doubt he would."
"But he loves me, right?" asked Kate with a solemn expression.
"Yes,
he loves you very much, but it's not something a man can just do. He
has to feel something special deep inside or else his penis doesn't get
hard."
"And daddy doesn't feel something special for me?"
"Not that kind of special. It's a special special."
"But does daddy like to do it with you? Does he feel special with you?"
"Umm, yes he does, sometimes."
"Do you like it? Do you have happy feelings?"
"Um, I don't know how much of the details I want to talk about, but
yes, sometimes."
"Oh. You're lucky," she said sadly. "Do you think Sally's dad might be
willing to do it to me?"
"Sally's dad! No! Out of the question!"
"Why not? He likes Sally. Don't you think he might like me too?"
"Um,
it's not that, it's just... Oh, I don't know, Kate, you've got me all
mixed up. Run along now and let me think about all this. It's very
confusing."
"OK, mommy, but I want to get fucked. I want to find
a way to get a big juicy vaccination up my cunt again." She turned and
skipped away.
Meghan shook her head. The vaccine might prevent
women's problems, but it did absolutely nothing for prolonging the
innocence of girlhood.
"Kate, I've told you over and over, keep your hands off of my trousers."
"But why, daddy? Does it hurt?"
"No, but you still can't do it. I don't want to talk about it any more."
"I
know your penis gets hard sometimes. Mommy said you might not feel that
special something that makes it get hard, but you do sometimes, right?"
She felt very sorry for herself, all at once. "Why can't you stick it
up my cunny hole and make me happy? Please?"
"Stop whining!"
Kate moderated her voice. "You'd feel good too, you know. Mr. Smith
always feels really good when he vaccinates a girl."
"Kate, we've talked about this over and over again. Now no more on the
subject, OK?"
"But daddy --"
"That's two."
"Daddy! I'm just talking to you."
"But sometimes it's time to stop talking. And I've made it very clear
that's not something I want to talk about any more."
Kate
shut her mouth. After a brief hesitation, she climbed up on the
armchair and sat in her daddy's lap, cuddled against his chest. Then
she began a slow rocking motion, back and forth, rubbing her bottom
against her daddy.
"Kate!"
"What? I like rocking."
"Stop!"
She stopped, but after a moment, Kate's hand glided down and rested
lightly on her daddy's crotch.
"That's three!" he shouted. "In your room. Ten-minute time-out."
With nothing left to lose, Kate felt the front of her daddy's pants.
"See, daddy, I knew it got hard that way! It's hard because of me! When it's hard
like that it can stick in me just fine! I can show you!"
"Go! Or it's twenty minutes."
Kate got up in a huff and walked out.
"Sally's daddy loves her!"
she blurted out on the way. She slammed her bedroom door behind her but
then slid down to the floor, leaning against it, landing on her butt,
knees up in the air, arms wrapped around them. Her sniffles turned to
sobs.
The school guidance counselor, Mrs. Strong, spoke to Kate's parents
Meghan and Paul.
"First,
let's review the situation. Until last October, Kate was well adjusted.
She did well in her schoolwork, got along with all the other kids, and
her behavior was excellent. You've reported to me that her behavior was
within the normal range at home. Starting in November, her behavior at
home deteriorated, according to your report. At school, her grades
dropped, she stays away from the other kids for the most part, and they
don't want much to do with her either. She's rude at times. That brings
us up to this latest incident the day before yesterday."
Meghan and Paul looked at her expectantly.
"She
used her status as a first-grader to convince a reluctant kindergarten
boy to pull his pants down so they could play doctor in the corner of
the schoolyard."
The two parents looked down and shook their heads.
"As
you know, the precipitating event seemed to be her pair of
vaccinations. After the second one, she expressed a desire to receive
more treatments, and it became a source of conflict in your home."
The parents nodded.
"That's the way things are. Now let's talk about what to do about it.
"Any
time there's a new medical procedure, we face a confusing situation at
first. But by now tens of thousands of girls have received this
vaccine, of course, and some preliminary results are in.
"It
seems that as a relatively rare side effect of the vaccination, some
girls develop a strong interest in sex. In the past, we would have said
'unhealthy' or 'pathological', but recent findings question that. Some
of the girls who developed this strong interest in intercourse
succeeded in convincing men to keep, um, fulfilling their desires. It
appears that they are quite well adjusted. And the data's even more
convincing than that. Girls who got satisfaction of their desires for
several months and then lost the opportunity usually began to
deteriorate rapidly in mood and behavior. Of greater hope and relevance
to your situation, girls who struggled for months improved rapidly if
they were allowed to fulfill their desires."
The parents looked at her, their expression hard to read. "Do you... Do
you have men to recommend?" asked Meghan.
Mrs. Strong hesitated briefly. "I believe you said she specifically
wanted you to do it to her?" she continued, looking at Paul.
He nodded briefly.
"When
a girl wants her daddy, it appears very helpful if he is open to the
possibility. Of course not every man will achieve an erection for his
daughter, but if a father shows the girl this rather than just tells
her, it seems to go over better. If such a man engages in sexual play
with his daughter and doesn't achieve an erection, she seems to
understand and can make do with some other man.
"But a
surprising number of men actually are able to engage in intercourse
with their daughters, and the men seem not to suffer any ill effects
either. If a father can't, there are other men who can be found, but
it's definitely a less desirable option."
The counselor stopped talking and looked from mother to father and back.
Paul and Meghan looked at each other.
Paul shrugged and looked thoughtful.
"No!" said Meghan softly. "No!"
"It is a strange, new world," said Mrs. Strong. "But I hope you'll
consider it. For Kate's sake."
Paul
looked in on his daughter. She'd had her bath, brushed her teeth, and
gotten into her nightgown. Now she lay back in her bed, the overhead
light off and the warm yellow of the bedside lamp the only illumination
in the room. There was the bedtime book at an angle on the bedside
table. She had a big, expectant smile on her face and didn't look at
all tired.
"Are you going to read to me, daddy?" she asked.
"In a minute, dear. Just a minute."
He went into the master bedroom and undressed slowly, putting on his
pajamas. Meghan came in and closed the door behind her.
Husband and wife met in an embrace.
"This is the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me," he said softly.
"Yeah," said Meghan, and they smiled at each other uncertainly.
"You know I'd never do it if the doctors weren't telling me to."
"I
know, I know. But it's the best thing to do, right? You just show her
how you can't get an erection for her, and then she'll be fine, right?"
"But if I do get an erection, that's OK too."
"Yeah, I guess -- if you do."
"And she and I have to play around sexually, touching and everything,
to show her?"
"Yeah, I guess. But you won't get it up for your little daughter,
right?"
He didn't meet her eyes, but said, "I love you," and kissed her.
"I love you too. Now go be a good daddy."
He walked back down the hall.
"Hi, daddy!" said Kate, sitting up straight in bed, wiggling.
"Hi, sweetie," said Paul, locking the door behind him, taking the book
and sitting on the bed.
"Can I sit in your lap? Please?"
"OK," he said, sighing.
She
settled in his lap and he started reading, but she soon scrambled off
and sat beside him. The reason soon became apparent. She leaned up
against him affectionately, but her left hand strayed down to his
crotch.
"Kate," he said haltingly.
"I can, right? I'm allowed to now."
"Um, yeah," he said, sighing, and picked up the book, concentrating on
it hard.
His
warm, soft daughter leaned against him. Her small hand stroked his
crotch. A guy's cock could get a little hard when someone stroked it;
everyone understood that. It was just the friction.
He started reading again, but within a minute she interrupted him.
"Can you kiss me, daddy?" It was apparent that tonight Kate really
couldn't concentrate on her book.
He
put the book aside, then reached over and kissed her cheek, vainly
hoping he could get away with that. But of course she would have none
of it. She got up on her knees, arms around his neck, and looked into
his eyes with boundless love and trust. Then she kissed him like a
grown-up. Delicate lips brushed wetly against his.
She was so
wonderful. His daughter. Flesh of his flesh. The tiny bundle from the
hospital, half grown up now. A delightful miracle of beauty and
enthusiasm every step of the way.
Why was his cock completely
hard? Good daddies did not get hard for their daughters. He'd hated
pedophiles for as long as he could remember, imagining a sick man
enjoying the distress of the little girl as he violated her body, far
worse if it was daddy and daughter. But Kate wasn't unhappy. She'd been
begging for his intimate attentions for months. The doctors said it's
what he ought to do if he could -- or show her that he couldn't. That's
what he wanted more than anything -- to show her how he just couldn't
get it up for her. But evidence from her earlier attempts to get cozy
was suggestive, and now what had happened left no doubt. His body
couldn't lie.
"Let's get naked, daddy!" she said.
He was trapped. Slowly he took his pajama tops off, then the bottoms,
leaving his hard cock trapped in his briefs.
"That too, daddy! That more than anything!" she said, the little girl
who now stood naked on the floor in front of him.
He
pulled the briefs off, burning with shame as she eagerly gazed at his
long, hard cock. It never got this hard when he was making love to
Meghan any more.
"Ooooo, it's fatter than Mr. Smith's! So let's lie in bed, daddy!" said
his daughter. "You lie right here!"
He
thought of trying to weasel out of this by distracting her with cuddly
play and extending it so long she would get so sleepy she couldn't keep
her eyes open. But he knew it would be futile. She'd already had sex
twice and knew just how it worked.
Lying beside him, her warm hands brushed him everywhere, fondling his
balls and cock, her lips kissing him as she giggled.
"Can you touch me down there?" she said.
He slid his hand between her legs and cupped her labia, his feelings
all jumbled up.
"Like you mean it!" she said reproachfully.
So,
just like he meant it, he gently rubbed his girl's labia. Smooth and
hairless, they were just like the parts of all the different women he
had bedded in the days before his marriage. Smaller, but really no
different, especially the moisture that leaked out.
"I'm ready, daddy. I've been playing with myself ever since bath time."
Unbelieving,
Paul turned over and mounted the beautiful little girl below him.
Whatever he was feeling, he knew what he had to do.
It was like
an optical illusion -- first he saw his six-year-old daughter, then she
morphed into a female who wanted sex. The images flipped back and
forth. When he saw his daughter, he felt shame at his straining
erection; when he saw a girl who wanted to get laid, he felt
excitement. With the image of his daughter in his mind, he decided he'd
do what the doctors said he ought to do. He'd slide his organ into her
channel and go in and out, going through the motions of sex. They said
she'd probably have an orgasm. Then he could pull out, having done his
duty.
His cock tip nudged against her opening. It molded around
him, bathing him in hot wetness, beckoning him inward. She wriggled her
hips, which turned that part of her decisively from daughter into a
girl who wanted to get laid. She murmured, "Daddy, daddy, daddy," which
turned her head into his daughter, the girl he'd protect with his life.
And
then, in a quiet flash, the images merged. It was his daughter's pussy
that his cock was gliding into, and the face of the girl who wanted to
get laid was his daughter's face . His little daughter -- the whole
girl from head to toe -- wanted to get laid. She wanted him, her daddy,
to fuck her. She wanted it bad, and she'd wanted it for months.
Her
pussy was hot and wet, and he stroked in and out. He was faintly aware
of his original plan of some controlled fatherly thrusts, but it faded
to irrelevance. He was up to the hilt in his beautiful, enthusiastic
daughter, a girl who at age six wanted with every fiber of her being
the full, unchecked sexual attentions of her daddy. She gazed into his
eyes with adoration as he saw her lust build. He knew what lust looked
like in women, and it looked exactly the same in his precious daughter.
Less than a minute after he started thrusting she moaned and froze with
eyes shut. He felt her pussy pulsing around him.
He felt years
younger, a man in his prime making urgent love to a girl with all his
heart and soul. Everything was perfectly aligned -- their bodies, their
history together, their love, their lifelong commitment.
His
energetic strokes were deep and frantic, his full-size turgid cock
reaming into her small body. But the pussy gripping him wetly was the
full equal of that cock, despite the small body it was lodged within.
He was going to blast her pussy with cum -- it was good and right. And
he loved her with all his heart.
"Come, daddy -- spurt, spurt,
spurt!" said the young dear, and with that his ecstasy trebled and his
orgasm was upon him. His cock was pulsing inside his dear little
daughter, filling her pussy with cum just like he was supposed to. It
was what they both wanted. He was aware of her shrieking out another
orgasm.
He stayed pressed up inside her as he softened. When
they had both caught their breath, he lowered his mouth to hers and
they kissed passionately for a long time.
Gradually he became
aware of another reality. He had just fucked his own daughter. He was
guilty of incestuous child rape -- at least that's what they would have
called it a few years ago. And, incidentally, he had been untrue to his
wife. He couldn't even claim it was some meaningless fling, because he
already loved his new lover with all his heart.
He slid off to
lie beside her, and she instantly snuggled against him, wrapping her
top leg over his, pressing her leaking pussy against his hip.
Within a few minutes, she was asleep.
After
several long, delicious minutes, he gradually extricated himself and
looked at her in the soft light, pulling up the covers, deciding not to
awaken her to get her nightgown back on. He slowly pulled on his briefs
and pajamas, his eyes constantly returning to his daughter.
Time
to face his wife. Time to admit that he had gotten it up for his
daughter, gotten it into her, and satisfied her fully. Time to admit
he'd loved it. With all the obstacles stripped away, when it was
medically recommended, when it was what his daughter wanted and good
for her -- when all that happened, all his resistance to pedophilic
incest had fallen away. He loved his daughter in a sexual way.
His
wife wouldn't like it, but she'd get over it. The only question was how
often he'd be able to make love to his girl. Once a month? Every week?
He'd do it every day if he could; that he knew. She'd probably want it
that often too. He could hear his wife now: "It's a school night, and
you've got to have everything done and be in bed by 7:30 if you want to
have sex with daddy tonight..." And he knew that all her behavior
problems would vanish. If his wife framed it that way, his daughter
would be a very good girl, sure to get everything done in time.
While
guilt and confusion churned within his mind, he felt something good and
right emerging to eventually push the rest away. He and his small
daughter were in love, with no barriers to how they could express it.
He felt like the luckiest man in the world.