Dr. Young distinctly remembered when he first read about the new syndrome that was affecting little girls. He remembered his cock growing very hard in his pants as he got to the end of the article.

Society cried out in horror and disbelief at this new syndrome, and it made a lot of pediatricians very uncomfortable. Dr. Young didn't trouble himself with such abstractions. His sweet little patients were his primary concern, and he was a doctor who could not only diagnose the condition, but offer treatment as well.

He smiled and took a deep breath as he prepared to meet his next young girl.

---

"So, hello there Jenny, what's the problem?" asked Dr. Young.

"Nothing," said the sullen little girl.

Her mother spoke instead, though she wouldn't hold eye contact and turned pink. "She's five, and she ought to know better. But more and more she stares at her father's crotch, and sometimes pats it. And he reports that when he was supervising her bath, she stared at it and had her hand down under the water playing with herself."

"Hmmmm," said Dr. Young. "Jenny, has anyone touched you where they shouldn't, down between your legs."

"No," she said simply, holding the doctor's gaze.

He knew that girls who did that had nothing to hide. That ruled out sexual abuse, the only other common condition that gave rise to symptoms anything like these.

"The next step here is a physical examination. I see you've had an exam with your regular pediatrician, who referred you to me, so I can skip to the part that interests me. Can you hop up there on the table... Good. Now lift your dress up." He turned to the mother. "I have to examine her private parts, I'm afraid."

"Do you mind, sweetie?" asked her mother, looking very uncomfortable.

"Um, no!" said the girl, with an intent look. She lifted her butt to pull her panties down to her ankles, then spread her legs wide.

Dr. Young suppressed a smile. That wide leg spread was a sign. He peered at her lovely, cute little labia. They looked a little larger than usual, but the secret lay within. "I'm going to open up your little lips down here to get a better look, OK?"

"OK!" said the girl with a smile.

"Really, do you have to?" the mother asked uneasily.

"Yes, it's important to the diagnosis."

He gently spread the little lips, and saw what he was looking for. The area was much bigger than on an ordinary little girl. Her clit stood out prominently, and her vaginal opening was clear.

"Take a look here, Mrs. Smith," he said. "Does this look unusual to you?" he said.

"Um, no, not really," answered the mother.

"Well, her sex organs are more developed than is usual for a girl her age."

"Oh," said the mother. "I guess I don't remember what I looked like at that age."

"Oh, completely understandable." He smiled and turned back to Jenny.

"Jenny, would you like to see my penis?" He pointed to his crotch.

"Doctor!" said her mother.

"It's part of the diagnosis," he said. "Only if she wants. Do you want to?"

The girl sat up, beaming and excited, but casting worried glances at her mother. "Um," she said.

Doctor Young knew about guilt. "Well, let's put it this way: would you like to, if your mother said it was OK?"

The girl nodded emphatically, her eyes so bright that Dr. Young knew his diagnosis was correct.

His penis was starting to swell already. He pulled down his trousers and briefs to reveal the semi-erect organ.

Her mother squirmed. Jenny gasped, but her look was pure interest, not revulsion.

"You want to touch it?" he asked.

The girl's mother stood, mouth agape.

Jenny nodded and reached forward. As her small hand made contact with his organ, Dr. Young felt a strong shudder of sexual excitement, blood pumping into his cock strongly.

Addressing the mother, he said, "Jenny's syndrome is fairly rare, but it is well understood. For reasons we don't understand well, her interest in sex has bloomed quite early." Turning to the girl with her cunny showing, he said, "Do you like playing with my penis, Jenny?" he asked.

The girl nodded and spread her legs once more.

"See?" said the doctor to the mother, pointing to the place between her legs. "To use a technical term, she's horny. See her genitals now?" The lips were swollen, and a few drops of moisture could be seen between her lips. "Jenny, would you like me to touch you down between your legs again?"

The girl's mother put her hands on her hips and opened her mouth to speak, but the girl nodded with such enthusiasm that she remained silent.

The doctor slid his hand between the silky-smooth little legs and began a gentle, rhythmic stroking. Jenny's hand lingered on the doctor's fully erect cock and her face went slack.

"You like that, don't you, Jenny?"

The girl nodded without opening her eyes.

"So," said her mother. "What can we do about this disgusting disease?"

At that Jenny withdrew her hand and closed her legs, looking at her mother, her lip starting to quiver.

The doctor of course withdrew his hand. "Well, the first thing to do is recognize that this beautiful young girl is wonderful just the way she is. It's not really helpful to tell her she is disgusting or has a disease."

"Oh," said the mother, off balance.

"The treatment is really very simple."

"Oh, good. A treatment," said her mother, sighing with relief.

"All you need to do is let her fulfill her sexual desires, and she will grow up happy and healthy."

"What?!" said her mother.

"It's true -- I'm 100% certain." He turned to the girl. "Your mommy means well, she was taught that girls shouldn't think about sex at all. Most girls don't want to, but you're special." He tousled her hair briefly, and she smiled uncertainly at him. His cock was still standing at full attention, bulging.

"Our experience is that once the condition is diagnosed, it's good if she can be treated right away."

"Oh," said her mother, shifting uneasily from foot to foot. "Well, what do you have in mind?"

"I have in mind going into the bedroom behind this door and seeing how far she'd be interested in going in fulfilling her desires," he said, pulling up his trousers and briefs, opening the door and showing her the way.

"But..." began the mother.

Dr. Young fixed her with a stern glare.

"Follow us," he said to Jenny. "Pull your panties up -- just for now," he said and winked at her.

It was a warm room, both in temperature and ambiance, and a king-size bed dominated it.

"What would you think if I took that dress off you so I can touch you all over?" he said.

Jenny looked at her mother uncertainly.

Turning to the mother, the doctor said, "Would you tell Jenny that she is free to touch and get touched any way she wants?"

"Oh... OK. That's right, Jenny."

"Say it yourself," said the doctor.

"It's... it's OK to play around with your body and let the doctor play with it... *provided* it's what you really want to do."

"So, Jenny," said the doctor. "Can I take that dress off?"

Jenny nodded eagerly, and the doctor slowly, sensuously raised it over her head. She lifted her arms to help him get it off, leaving her in nothing but her panties --and socks and shoes.

"So now I'll take off all my clothes too."

"Jenny, are you sure?" complained the mother.

Jenny's answer was to pull her panties off, fling them across the room, and lie back with her legs spread wide.

"However much sexual activity Jenny feels like engaging in, it's good if she can feel good about it and enjoy its full sensuality, not feel it's something to be ashamed of. And I'd urge you to keep an open mind and not judge your daughter for what she feels," he admonished gently. "Have a seat," he said, indicating a chair. He hoped that would shut the bitch up.

By then Dr. Young had stripped as well. Jenny got up long enough for him to pull back the sheets, then he lay down and she lay beside him. "Now, Jenny, you be sure to say whenever something happens you don't like, OK?"

The girl gave a nod as the doctor's hands moved lightly all over her back and arms.

"You mind if I kiss you?" he asked. What the girl really needed, he knew, was a big cock jammed up her pussy, but he liked the kissing part. She didn't really know how to kiss, but she giggled after their lips slid over each other sensuously for a few seconds.

He slid his hand down between her legs once more, and she eagerly spread them to give him access to her hot, wet place.

"Now, you let me know if anything hurts," he said. He spread her little lips with two fingers and explored her vaginal opening with the middle one. As usual, there was no obstruction. She gasped as his finger slid inside. Like all girls with her disease, her pussy was slick and deep. She was as hot as any young woman in the middle of the month.

"Feels nice, doesn't it?" he asked, and she shook her head energetically.

He turned over on top of the girl, his weight on her lower parts. "You like this?"

She smiled.

"Now something bigger for your cute little vagina," he said, and worked the knob of his stiff doctorly cock into position. Man, he loved this job!

Instinctively the girl reached down and held her lips open, making him smile. He aimed his cock and pressed slowly.

"Oh!" she said. "Oh, oh, oh!" grinning widely.

"I bet that's just what you've been wanting, isn't it?" He smiled at her.

She grinned eagerly.

Her ready pussy spread to enfold his girth, and he surged himself inside her, inch by inch.

"Oh, ah!" she moaned plaintively when their pubic bones hit.

He lifted himself up to look down at this gorgeous, horny 5-year-old. What she needed now was a good, strong fucking, and at this point no medical training was needed.

He humped and pushed, more and more urgently. He saw the mother looking on, transfixed. He realized a little guiltily that one twist he loved to the job was having the mother watch as he deflowered each little patient.

She was pinned down, spread wide open, and accepting his fucking with great enthusiasm.

And as he jammed his medically trained cock into her slick, little pussy, he reveled in how he was fucking a cute little girl to the hilt, tighter and deeper with every stroke, working up to a joint climax. She was almost there...

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, AAAARRRRRRGGGGGG!" screamed little Jenny.

Dr. Young pumped into the gorgeous thing, his entire being aflame with desire. "Unnnh, unnnh unnnh," he growled in guttural tones. "A large injection of intravaginal semen... is very good for her... it's part of the treatment plan," he muttered to the mother as he reamed her little girl. At the moment he didn't personally give a damn about what was good for the girl; he just wanted to plaster her young innards with sperm.

He jammed in and out of her pussy so hard he was pushing her up on the bed, but she was rapidly approaching another bout of ecstasy.

"Unnnh, unnnh, unnnnh," he said. "Oh, Jenny, Jenny, Jenny!" he moaned with urgency as his cock swelled.

"Feels so, *so* nice!" she squeaked.

The doctor was seized with ecstasy, and his cock began to spit its gobs of cum into the little girl's pussy. Time stretched as he relished his ecstasy. Gradually he slowed down as his ejaculation subsided to dribbles. When he was fully satisfied, he slid out of the girl and lay on his side beside her.

"How was that?" he asked.

"Great!" said the little girl, who turned to hug him, smiling and wriggling. "Did you see that, mommy? He stuck his big weewee up into my hot little itchy place and stuck it in and out hard, and I got wavy, dizzy happy!"

"That was her first treatment," said Dr. Young, focusing on the mother. "At no extra charge. If she's interested in more treatments, I am willing to provide them for a nominal fee."

The mother sat, stunned.

"But you may want to arrange for something else. Girls need it a couple times a week, and occasionally more than one treatment a day is called for to relieve symptoms totally. I can give you references to a few practices of men who provide services." He didn't call them "pedophiles", but that's what they were. "Some even make home visits."

He looked at the clock on the bedside table. "But now I must prepare for my next appointment."

Turning back to his delighted young conquest, he said, "Here, let's clean you up so you don't leak on your panties too badly," getting some tissues to sop up the worst of the girl's own juices and his milky semen that was starting to leak out of her.

Once the girl was dressed, she said to her mommy, "That was so great, mommy! That's what I want. That's what I want daddy to do too!"

"Um, what about her father?"

"Oh, yes, that's really up to the three of you. Jenny, not all men like to have sex with little girls like you. I say they don't know what they're missing. Also, sometimes daddies have a special thing where they love their daughters very much but don't want to stick their penises into their little vaginas."

"Oh, OK," said Jenny.

"You're got a wonderful, healthy little daughter here," he said to the mother, looking at Jenny. "Just make sure she gets all the sex she wants, and everything will work out fine."

Once the door had closed behind the pair, Dr. Young smiled and rubbed his hands together.

---

"Mommy, I want it again."

Jenny's mother looked at her and sighed. Her father had been revolted by the prospect of fucking his own daughter. At one level, Jenny's mother was pleased, and it had strengthened her marriage.

Despite the doctor's promise, it seemed that the groups of men who provided treatment were swamped; the disease was spreading fast. It had been three days since Jenny's last fucking.

"I'm sorry, honey, but I don't know what to do. I just don't have anyone to call."

"But I'm itchy and hungry down in my pussy," she said.

"I know dear, I understand." She didn't really, but she was trying.

"Can I go out and try to find a man to do it to me?"

"No, you may not!" she said. While Jenny would be looking for the very sort of 'abuse' that was previously every parent's fear, there were other dangers -- men who would hurt her in other ways. To herself, she wondered what the neighbors would think if her little girl propositioned them.

But Jenny had other ideas. She had always been a good little girl, but now her hormones had their own imperatives. She snuck out the back when her mother was busy with other things.

---

"Hey, mister, I gotta question for you."

"Yes?"

"Bend down so I can whisper it."

The man bent his head lower.

"Can you go over behind those bushes and play with me?"

He straightened up. "Umm... I don't know as your parents would like that, do you?"

"They wouldn't mind," she lied, or sort of lied. Her mommy knew she needed to get a penis poked up into her body pretty soon, she just didn't want anything bad happening. But she could tell this man wouldn't do anything bad to her.

"Oh, really? What sort of game did you have in mind?"

The girl looked down shyly.

"It's a kind of a naughty game... But lots of men really like it a lot! And I *love* it!"

"No, young lady, I think that is quite out of the question!" He turned to walk away.

"Aw, please? Listen, listen... just let me say a little more, OK?"

The man stopped and crossed his arms, looking down at her.

Families of girls with this new disease quickly got creative in finding ways to get men to loosen their obsolete morals -- and their trousers -- enough to give the girls what they needed. Naughty talk was part of it, and Jenny had learned a lot of it from the web.

"Up under my dress here, I'm wearing a clean pair of panties, and inside the panties I have some girly parts. And my girly parts really don't like to be lonely for too long at a time -- my doctor said so! I love it when a man pays attention to me -- I love attention all over my body, kisses and hugs everywhere. And I'll kiss and hug you back -- I want to! Aren't I cute?" She gave her most winning smile.

The man couldn't suppress a small smile in return.

"See, I saw that! Wouldn't you like to touch my cutiness all over? I'll giggle and kiss your ear and touch you all over. And you can touch me anywhere. My skin is smooth and soft. You can kiss me -- even poke your tongue around in my mouth. My breath is really sweet, and the rest of me too. Wouldn't it be kind of fun and naughty to rub my chest -- maybe stick your hand down the front of my dress so you can feel the soft skin? Feel my little tiny nipples that everyone says it would be so naughty to touch?"

The man looked away from her.

"But the best part is up under my dress, right between my legs, where the panties are. You know boys and girls are different up there, right? Did you know that?"

"Yes," said the man softly. "I did know that."

"Well, you've probably played around with women up there, but little girls are different. For one thing, there's no hair or scratchy skin -- it's all perfectly smooth. And our legs and hips are small and cute. You wanna see now?" She began to raise her dress.

"No!" said the man urgently, raising his hands into a double 'Stop' motion and looking both ways down the sidewalk.

"Well, OK," said the girl, holding the hem of her dress just low enough that her panties were just barely covered, smiling impishly.

"I love what men have in their underpants. And -- hey, yours is getting hard. I can see the lump! See, you kinda like the idea, right? Just come on over behind those bushes."

"No, young lady, that is out of the question! I must be going now."

"Aw, please, mister?" said the girl. She lunged at the man as he turned aside and wrapped her hands around his hips, plastering her body against his leg. "Feel my little girly crotch against your leg? Nice and warm, isn't it? You could feel it, you know... It would be so nice to get your things off so I could see that big, stiff thingie. I'd lick it if you want, you know. I'm pretty good at that. I'll lick it and gaze up into your eyes. And if you really want, you can squirt the stuff into my mouth, and I'll swallow it. I love the stuff! But I'd rather you poke it up into my panties. I've got a little slit up inside, and inside it there's a sweet little hole. It's little but it stretches out really big so big man thingies can slide in really far. And it feels all really tickly good when they do! And I do my part, too, you know. I get wet. I get wet and goopy and slippery down there. I'm already pretty wet just talking to you like this and seeing that bulge in your pants."

"You are certainly exasperating, you impudent little thing!"

"I'm not impu-whatever, I'm just energetic. Pro-active. I go out and get what I need." She undulated her crotch rhythmically against the man's leg. The web said this next move wasn't all that safe, but she was desperate. "Are you a scaredy cat?"

Something in the man snapped when she said that. "You come with me, young lady!" he said. "I'll show you some manners!" And with that he pushed the girl roughly off his leg but caught her wrist. He marched over the little ditch beside the road, yanking her by the hand up the bank beyond. She stumbled after him until they were behind the bushes, where there was a big tree with tall grass growing all around its base. He sat heavily on the ground and threw Jenny across his lap and wrestled her down until her upturned bottom was across his lap. He then raised her hand and smacked down onto her little rear end through her dress.

"Ow!"

"You are a very rude young girl!" he said. He raised his hand and struck her, over and over.

"Ow!" she said. "That's pretty hard!"

"That's the idea, young lady!" Even as his flat hand slapped against her rear end, the little girl was humping against him.

"Wait, wait, I'll make a deal!" she said. "Wouldn't it teach me a lesson better if you just raped me? Given how naughty I am?" She paused. "Or maybe you're a girly man? Can't do it?" She stuck her tongue out at him.

The man glared at her.

"Look, if nothing else, your peeny-weeny is all cramped in there," she said. She worked quickly on his belt and the top button of his dress pants. "Give me a better angle..."

Instinctively he shifted so she could undo his zipper.

"Hips up... It's awfully cramped, isn't it?" she said.

She was right, and he lifted his hips so she could pull his pants and briefs halfway down his thighs. As his cock sprang free, she said, "There, isn't that better?" It was, and as her hands lightly played over it, the blood surged to make it fully erect.

She looked at him solemnly. "You know where to stick that to punish me properly and teach me a lesson? To teach me not to fool with big men like you?"

Something in the man snapped. "Yes, I do!" he said. "You are going to be a very sore little girl when I'm through with you!"

With a determined expression, he rose to his knees and pushed the girl roughly onto her back. She looked scared, but also strangely bright-eyed. He barked out commands.

"Pull the dress up... Panties down... Spread your legs..."

Silently she did each thing. Then he lowered himself onto her, his stiff cock twitching. He aimed it at her private place. Now she'd find out how it felt when a big cock ripped her little pussy apart -- it would serve her right!

He aimed his big knob right between her lips. He pressed a little, then braced himself for a huge hard thrust. But when he pushed, her lips gave way softly, and he plunged an inch into her body. She was very tight, but she was wet and hot. He shifted himself up and plunged in another inch, and another. His cock kept disappearing up inside her body -- until it was all inside, and their pubic bones bumped together!

Her face was scrunched up and her eyes shut, her hands out to the sides and elbows bent in a position of surrender.

Very well, he would finish the lesson. This called for a good, sound fucking, so he raised himself up to get the best leverage to punch in and out of her with fast, deep strokes. As he pounded away, he realized it felt awfully good. For all her impudence and tiny size, it was exciting to see her little girl's body exposed to his rude invasion of her most intimate part. Her pussy was tight but also hot, slick, and just a little bit grainy. Then she moaned and he felt her hot pussy squeezing him in gentle rhythmic contractions. Lust surged through him as he rammed his organ deep with even greater force, his cock swelling that impossible little bit before the dam broke. Ecstasy overwhelmed his brain as he felt his cock twitch and spurt with such force it stung a little. His first shot of manly sperm surged deep into her impudent little body hard enough to spank her little cervix. His cock twitched and spurted over and over again as he kept plunging in and out of her. The ecstasy went on and on until his cock was just twitching with nothing coming out. Then he pulled out and collapsed on his back, chest heaving.

His lust satisfied, he realized that he had just raped a tiny girl! What had come over him? He felt terrible, guilt washing over him like a flood, and now he waited for the sound of sobbing. She had goaded him, but he was still the adult, and he had taken advantage of her.

Instead of sobbing, he felt the small form turn to mold against his side, arm across his chest, leg across his crotch, soft hair against his cheek, sweet breath in his ear.

When he turned to her, she looked at him with a dreamy smile.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she said.

He was puzzled, but too tired and happy to think too much. And besides -- he'd actually done just what she had been asking him to. He hadn't believed her, but she seemed to love it.

"That's... that's really just what you wanted?"

"Yes!" she said. "Yes, yes!" She rubbed noses with him. "I can feel you dumped a ton of sperm up into me, and it feels *really* good! You wanna play with my body some other naughty way until you get hard again so we can do it again?"

"No, no, I don't think so," he said, feeling utterly spent.

"Well, OK," she said, pulling her panties up and smoothing down her dress. "But here's my card... My daddy helped me print a bunch. Send me an email or call or something and we can do it again, OK?"

He felt her slip it into his pants pocket and pat it, kiss him on the cheek and get up. She scampered out to the road and skipped along.

He went through the rest of his day in a sort of daze, not quite believing that such a strange thing had happened. He forgot about the card, but found it that night when he took his trousers off. A little blood surged into his cock as he read: "Jenny --Little Girl With a Very Hungry Pussy -- Always Ready For More!"

---

Jenny's mother was angry that she had disobeyed her, and flabbergasted that she had managed to use all those questionable techniques from the web to land a man. But she had to admit it had worked.

Mr. Alan Jones was profoundly affected by his experience with little Jenny. He immediately researched her condition after he found her card, and found out it was real, and the number of cases was growing. It awakened in him a strong desire that had been sleeping for a very long time.

He visited Jenny a couple times a week. Usually he screwed the little girl to delirium before supper with the family and then did it to her again afterward.

But Mr. Jones had three daughters of his own. When his oldest Anne started coming on to him, his wife took her to see their pediatrician. But when Dr. Akmajian referred them to Dr. Young, Mr. Jones stepped in. Diagnosing the condition didn't really take a medical degree. He felt just a tinge of guilt as he took his daughter's virginity. But she now worshiped him. It sort of made sense. She had been feeling yucky for weeks. Her daddy had done what she needed, and not only had she experienced the ecstasy of sex, but she felt all better -- better than ever, in fact.

Anne twitched in ecstasy as he pumped her little pussy full of sperm every couple days. Then the middle girl Kathy caught it, and he satisfied her too without even bothering with a trip to Dr. Akmajian. He was screwing both of them, alternating days. He still found time for little Jenny, too, though she had found another man to keep her little pussy happy. The subject of sex had for some time been a sore point between husband and wife, and she just seemed relieved that he didn't ask her for it any more.

Sara was his youngest. Would this tragic disease strike her too?

---

"Haha!" said the familiar voice Alan loved so much. Warm wet liquid soaked through his underwear. "I peed on your underpants!"

He opened his eyes to see her squatting above him, knees spread wide, luscious little girly twat a little bit open, the last few dribbles of golden liquid falling from between them onto his soaked underpants.

"Anne said I should do something naughty to you, but she never thought I'd do something *this* naughty!"

He brushed aside his momentary annoyance as he thought of what Anne must have meant. "Well good morning, little Sara!" he said.

"Hahaha! I peed on you!"

"Yeah, I saw. How are you and your little body doing this morning?"

"It's fine. I had to pee so I peed on you, and your underpants are all wet! Haha!"

"Yes, you were very naughty," he said sweetly.

"You're not mad?"

"Not really, because this is just the beginning."

"Oh," she said, seemingly ignoring his last comment. "Hey, now your thingie's bulging bigger inside those wet pants! Is it because I peed on it?"

"No, honey."

"Then why?"

He whispered, "It's because your gorgeous little girly cunt is right over me."

"What's a girly cunt?" Apparently her big sisters had shared less of their new-found knowledge with her than he would have thought.

"It's the stuff you have between your legs that I don't have."

"But I don't have anything, I'm just missing a thingie."

"Oh no, naughty Sara, that's not it. You have those little flaps, right?"

"Yeah, where the pee comes out."

"There's more in there than that. Let me show you."

"Oh," she said, suddenly a little shy or perhaps protective of her own parts. "I don't know..."

"Now, naughty little Sara, if you're going to pee on my private parts, I have the right to play with yours a little, don't you think; share good things?"

"OK, I guess so." After a pause. "You want to play with my peepee parts? Why would you want to do that? You know, I am a little itchy there."

"I just do. First let me show you my peepee parts." He ditched his underpants, his large and erect cock jumping into view.

"Oh, wow!" said Sara. "It really is big!"

He dried himself with the top sheet before tossing it aside. Then he harvested a little precum from the tip of his stiff shaft, then deftly opened her little parts with his other hand as she squatted above him.

"What are you doing!" she said, starting to get up. "That's gross!"

"Was it gross for you to pee all over me?"

"It was naughty, but it was fun!"

"My turn!" he said in a singsong voice. "My turn to do gross and naughty stuff."

"Maybe," she allowed warily.

"Squat down again."

"OK," she said with a sigh, once more presenting the luscious stuff between her legs to his caress.

She wasn't reacting at all the way her big sisters had, but he thought he understood. They had both been uncomfortable for a long time before he got to them. He was going to catch Sara before she had to get uncomfortable. Anne was smart.

His wet fingertip moved between her legs as he pulled her labia gently apart with his other hand.

Then he patted his finger gently right at her clit, pressing it in a slow rhythm.

"Daddy!" she said, giggling.

"Sh, sh," he said. "Just relax."

The girl sat there looking at him, then got a kind of dreamy expression. "Oh! Oh, hmmm." After another minute, "Daddy! Mmmm! What are you doing down there?"

"I've got my big wet finger kissing your happy button, and you're getting happier, right?"

"Oh, yeah... daddy, ooooo, mmmmmmm! I like it! Mmmmmm."

He slowed and stopped. It was good she was excited, but he had bigger plans.

"Huh? Why'd you stop?"

"I can feel good too, and for you to feel more goody-goodies, I want to feel some too."

"But *I* want to feel good!"

"You peed on me, don't you think you owe me a little something?"

"No!"

"You bad girl!" he said with a grin, pulling her forward onto him and giving her upturned butt a few quick spanks.

"I'm sorry," she said, smiling herself, then sighed. She looked at him.

"You love your daddy, right?"

"Course I do."

"You want to make me happy, right?"

"Sure? What do I do?"

"Well, it's your privates again. There's not just a button there, there's also this hole." He went digging gently in her wetness.

"Huh?" She was surprised to feel his finger sliding up inside her.

"That lovely little hole is called a cunt. I really, really want to stick my thingie up inside it -- if you're like your big sisters, you're now very stretchy there and I can poke it in no problem." He could feel that she was engorged with the condition that all three of his daughters now had.

"Really?"

"Really, and then you'll feel happier and happier..." She would need very little help to discover her own wild and soupy sexuality.

So he turned her over onto a dry spot and pulled himself up over her. She'd peed on him, but his pulsing manhood needed a different kind of wet that his little girl also produced. She produced a lot of it when her daddy fondled her clitty-poo.

His baby girl was totally naked and legs spread for the first time for male attention, and of course it was him, her daddy. For now, she was all his!

"You're gonna stick it up my peepee?" she asked, big blue eyes wide and unbelieving."It's gonna hurt a lot!"

"Just wait. You'll feel full, but it won't hurt."

His tip kissed against her little lips and he pressed. The lips dented in and molded around him. Her fluids were copious and she stretched nicely. With the next thrust her pussy gave way and hugged his tip with hot wetness.

"Oh, daddy! Daddy!" she giggled. "How can you do that without it hurting?"

"Magic, eh?" he said as his cock slid slowly into position. In an inch, out a half inch, over and over. More and more of his shaft was bathed in her wet welcome. Then he was in all the way. "Now's more magic" he said, and began a slow fuck. Out and in, out and in.

Her female nature responded to the rhythm. "Daddy, it feels really good."

He slid in and out, faster and faster, with long and strong strokes.

"Mmmm, it feels good... so good... better than with your finger. Oh, Daddy, is the good feeling safe? It feels kind of dangerous good. Every poke feels so good!"

"It's very safe, honey, just enjoy it."

After a few more strokes she gasped and gulped for air, then followed up with, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, OH, OH!" Young as she was, her cunt tube squeezed him. She twitched and flopped.

"Oh, daddy... daddy... That was amazing. Wow."

"You wanna help daddy feel like that?"

"Uh-huh. What do I have to do?"

"Nothing, honey, just lie there and keep letting me poke in and out. I'll do it all. Or, you could smile and tell me how good it feels."

"Sure, daddy, it feels good, I love you, daddy."

"You like my thingie up in you!"

"Yes, yes, yes! I love it! I'm so glad you've stuffed me with your peepee!"

He plunged in and out with determination. "I'm close, baby," he said, puffing. "Close to that feeling."

"I love you daddy, ooo, wow, nnnn," she said. "It's gonna happen again, daddy." He felt her little cunt squeezing him, begging for his juice.

He was good and ready for release. It felt fantastic, his cock was supercharged, and it was time. "Oooo, aaaahhhhhh, NNNNNHHHHH!" he groaned, pulsing sperm up into his little one. His cock twitched, over and over, as his body rewarded him with ecstasy.

Both of them gulped for air and smiled at each other.

"I felt good again down there, daddy! That wavy good kind where everything's wonderful."

"Great, sweetie," he said. His cock softened and slid out.

"What's all that goopy stuff?" she asked.

"That's my sperm. Kind of like pee. You peed on me, and I peed in you."

"Ewww!"

"But it's not real pee."

"Then what is it?"

He got some on his finger and held it in front of her mouth. "Open wide."

"Why?"

"You need to taste it."

"Pee's yucky."

"Yeah, but it's not pee. It's a special present boys make for girls."

She looked doubtful, the lips in her gorgeous face pressed together.

"Just try some," he said, then added a little threat in his voice, "just like vegetables."

With her face scrunched up in distaste, she opened her mouth and took a little in, then her eyes shot open.

"That's good!" she said. Another symptom of the disease.

"Good! You can stick any of the stuff that leaks out of your little girl cunny in your mouth."

"Cool!"

"Later if you want I can stick my thingie in your mouth and pee that stuff straight in there."

"Sounds naughty -- but fun!" she giggled.

"But now, you want to do it again, where I stick it up your cunny?"

"Yes, yes!"

He rolled over onto her and started invading her tender female innards with his pulsing prong once more.

She mused, "You don't pee in the toilet but up inside your little girl. You're a bad daddy!"

"Very bad!" he said, plunging into her to the very hilt before beginning his shuttle service. "Very, very, very... bad," he said, a 'very' punctuating each full surge up inside her girly cunt.

His girl countered lustily and breathlessly, "You bad, bad ... bad... bad... It feels so good! ... Will you pee again? Please?"

"Yes, sweetie, I'll pee again for sure."

"Oh, goody! Hey, the happy waves are building up again, stronger and stronger!"

"Good!" he said, thrusting into his sweet young thing with abandon.

"Do it in me, daddy. I'm almost there. Please do it? Go to the bathroom special in me with yummy pee!"

"It's on the way, honey," he growled.

"Oooo, wow ... I mean, ooooo, daddy, DADDY!" she screeched.

"ARRRGGGHHH!" he shouted as he soaked her young cunt with another mess of writhing sperm.

She had even more of a hair trigger than her big sisters. Her luscious young body that was flushed with pleasure would convince him to spurt more cum into her just about any time, he decided.

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"DADDY!"

"Just a minute..."

In far less than a minute, she screeched, "DADDEEEEEE!!"

Alan walked in to her bedroom. "OK, what is it?"

He wasn't surprised to see her on her back, naked, legs spread wide. "My cunny pussy hole is empty. Lonely and empty. And it's wet ... like it's crying," she said mischievously.

"Should I hold your hand and stroke your hair?" he said with a smile.

"No!"

"Should I get a band-aid or a warm cloth?"

"No!"

"Then what should I do?"

"You gotta fill it!"

"Oh, should I get Kleenex?"

"No!"

"Should I poke my tongue in? My finger?"

"No!"

"Well then, what do you want?"

"Your big stiff weewee! I see it bulging in your undies! Take 'em off so it can stick out and you can slide it in my cunny hole ... please! You like it too, remember, daddy?"

How it felt to fuck his youngest girl's flower was something Alan would never forget. "Well, OK, if you insist. You got your pussy crying already?"

"Yeah, crying and sniffling and all. See how wet? So hug me and give me your thingie."

"OK, sweetie." He stripped in a hurry to be as naked as his little one.

"Your thingie's SO stiff and long... How do you do that?"

"Magic," he laughed.

"I want one too," she said, looking at it enviously.

"Well, you can borrow this one."

"Oh, goody! I don't know what I'd do if you didn't have a hard, thick long thingie to fill me up with."

He lay down beside his sweet feminine little dear and stroked his hand up and down from knee to chest and back again.

"Poke it into me!" she urged.

"Right up between your legs?"

"Of course, you silly daddy! Right between my pee hole and poop hole. The magic hole for nasty daddy peepee parts."

He turned over onto her and aimed, his cock tip nuzzling against the opening to her lonely spot.

"In, in, in!" she urged.

"Unnnnhhhhh! How's that?" He'd gotten half of it up her cunt.

"Ooooo, so good, daddy. I feel fuller. You're so fat and thick -- but I need the whole thing!"

He pressed and pounded into her juicy little girl pussy until he was in all the way.

"Aaaahhh, that's it. Thank you daddy! I love you so much!" She showered him with slurpy kisses.

He began his humping, in-and-out fucking motion.

"Oh, goody, daddy! I love your bouncy dancy fuck-fuck. Your weewee is in and out, you're getting my magic happy nerves. I'm gonna get happy-happy again."

"Unnnhh, unnnhh, unnnhhh," he panted, shafting his little girl who really, really didn't want to feel empty.

"Hump my pussy hole, daddy! You're getting my happy places... I love your weewee fuckies... more... more..... Aaaahhhh! Oh daddy, oh daddy, oh DADDY..." she screeched, tensing and getting that faraway look as her orgasm began. He loved to watch his girl shudder and twitch.

He had filled her little cunt so it wasn't so lonely, bounced her into a happy-happy, and there was one thing left to do. She knew what it was, and she begged for it.

"Oh, daddy, give me a mess of spermies! Spit them up my cunty, OK?"

"OK. Daddy pee, coming up."

"Oh, goody! I know you love it, spurting your naughty daddy pee up into my body. I love my daddy! You're so nice to make me not sad and lonely, and then give me a great happy. Now I want you to have it. I know how much you love to shoot your spermies up there."

She grew quieter and looked at him as he pumped away. "See my naked little girl body, daddy?"

"Yeah."

"It's small and clean and wonderful."

She was right about that. She got quieter. "It's all naked just for you. I trust you, daddy. I'm giving my private girly parts to my daddy, like I always do. Up underneath where my dress hides, inside my panties, you can touch and poke. All the naughty way inside my girly lips, up my girl hole. That's all yours, daddy! Press it in!" She switched to a whisper as her lips found his ear. "Wet me inside with your special pee!"

He banged her fast and deep.

"I love your hard slappy shoves, daddy! I'm just a little girl, but no matter how hard you do it to me, it just feels all good and warm and wonderful. I love to get your big fat pee-nis up my body. I love it when you jam it in deeper and deeper. You're so big and strong! My girly cunt wants to get stretched out."

"I'm gonna have an accident!"

"It's OK! My cunny will catch your mess! You're so big and hard and long down there, it feels so good. It feels so good when you have an accident! My daddy gets happy making messes in his little daughter's cunny hole! You wonderful, bad, bad daddy!"

"Oh, honey, I can't stop..."

"Gimme your 'jackalation! Don't pull out and mess the bed... mess my cunny hole! Fucky-fuck your baby girl! Fill my cunt with juicy sperm! A whole bunch of thick squirts!"

Time to be naughty in his little girl's innermost pussy parts. "Uuuunnnnnhhhhhh, uuuuunnnnhhhhhh, UUUUUNNNNNNHHHHHHH!"

She kept babbling as his body did its male thing; her adorable little girl voice giving the finishing touch to his ecstasy. She nibbled his ear. "Sploosh one... Goop two... Peepee three... You've got so much of it! Four... Five! I love to get a daddy mess up my girly cunny hole."

When he was done mating with his daughter, she was still there in his arms, warm, loving, sweet. As his satisfied, relaxing prong pulled out, her chaste cunny lips closed up behind him. But like a good girl, she leaked daddy cum from her delicate little lips, wetting the bed. He loved it when his girl wet the bed that way. She retrieved some of it with her thumb and stuck it in her mouth.

She was so tired and happy she started drifting off, thumb in her mouth, a little sperm oozing out between her lips. She was so sexy he needed her again.

He pushed her onto her back and she smiled sleepily. "Want it again?" he asked.

"You silly head daddy!" she said with a sexy smile. "Course I want it again. I always want it!"

"OK, sexy sweet Sara!" he said as he probed the depths of her tight, hot hole once more.

After a couple more times he'd let her go to sleep for real. But first, time for more daddy-daughter happiness and more goopy pee in her pussy hole.

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Hot Kitties was a new school, founded specifically for girls with the disease. Many of those girls exhibited behavior problems in a regular school, having trouble leaving the boys alone and keeping their clothes on when they got to the point of wanting it bad.

Hot Kitties had some boys as well, who got a private school education free of charge. In return, they had to put up with little girls exposing themselves and rubbing against them when they couldn't control themselves. Most of the boys handled it good-naturedly. The girls needed to learn to control their urges with the little boys, who had no urges and couldn't help them anyway with their puny little penises.

The founders realized that the way they could really make the school take off was to not just isolate the poor girls who had this unnatural craving and make them keep their panties on all day. They needed to find men who could satisfy the girls during the school day.

Mr. Jones wanted more. The more he did his three little girls, the more it whetted his appetite for more. When he saw the ad, he applied at once, though the pay was not so great. His experience with Jenny and his own three daughters worked in his favor.

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"Class!" said Mrs. Brumley to her kindergarteners, a few weeks into the school year. "We have a special visitor today -- a very special visitor. All the boys get to play outside this morning."

A number of the boys cheered, and a few girls showed interest at this new development.

"A Mr. Jones is visiting us, and he's a true pedophile!"

Mrs. Brumley answered their puzzled expressions with, "He really likes doing it with little girls!"

The girls gasped. Cries of "Really? ... Oh wow! ... Will he poke us?..." went up from around the room.

"Yes! He will. He's going to stuff his cock up into your little cunts -- every one of you."

"Gross!" moaned one boy. "Yuck!" said another.

"Oh, goody!" said one girl. Others bounced up and down. A few hands reached under dresses.

"Well yes, boys, you may go any time now." The boys stampeded out.

"Can we start getting ready now, Mrs. Brumley? Playing in our panties?"

"Yes, girls, you can -- just today. You know the rules most of the time, you have to keep your hands out of your panties during school. But now is just the right time for it. Do you notice how warm it is in the classroom?"

"Huh, yeah, I guess it is... Yes... It feels nice..." were some reactions.

"That's so you can take off as many clothes as you want... You can show your girl bodies today all you want! And the boys aren't here to get disgusted."

"Oh, goody! ... Wow, this is so cool..."

A bunch of clothes flew off.

"But you know, I heard from my big sister that if you keep a few clothes on, then he's more sure to stick his thingie in you and leave it there longer and poke harder," said one.

"That's right," said the teacher. "You can keep some clothes on, just be sure you all have your panties off so your pretty little cunnies are all exposed."

"Now we need to make the room ready," she said, starting to move some desks out of the way. Some self-inflating mattresses were in a corner, and the girls helped Mrs. Brumley open the valves so they would get nice and big.

"Is he a handsome man?" asked one little girl.

"I think so -- here's a picture," said the teacher, showing her laptop.

"Long as he's got a big long thingie to stuff me with, that's all I need," said a girl. There were murmurs of assent.

"Now, let's work on getting ourselves wet, shall we? You know it works much better when you're all wet and creamy down there, and your pussy tissues are hot and full."

"Yeah..."

Between treatments, the girls' wetness increased as their discomfort grew. So while all of them had been ripe and wet when they were first diagnosed, no one liked to wait until they were uncomfortable. So some stimulation to make sure they were wet and ready was a good precaution.

"My Uncle Pete sometimes licks me down there and that makes me wet for him."

"Well, Veronica, that's very nice, but Mr. Jones is much too busy to have time to lick your little cunnies to make them all wet. You've got to be ready so he can plunge his cock into you in one smooth motion and you'll give him a nice, hot, wet hug. He has a lot of cunnies to poke into today, and doesn't have too long for each one... OK, see what a good girl Alison is being? She's sitting with her legs apart and stroking her lips with her finger... You can all do that, right?"

"Ooooo, mmmmm, yeah," were words that joined the gasps as the circle of little girls fondled their little private lips.

"And when you're ready, you can start poking inside. Wait until you start getting wet from the inside and then fish out a little of the wetness, and slide it all over your labia to make the whole thing nice and slick... Then poke in and out..."

Mrs. Brumley walked among the girls, inspecting. "There, see how Janet's done it? She's got a lot of baby pussy juice on her fingers and that's looking very nice and slick... And now she's poking inside with three fingers... Very nice, Janet."

"But I've been diddling with myself longer and I'm not that wet yet -- it's not fair!" said Alison.

"That's just fine, Alison. You know, class, that every girl gets wet at a different rate. Every little girl is a little bit different inside, that's what the men all tell us, and every little pussy is wonderful in its own way. What you all have in common, though, is that you do love getting stuffed full with a big cock and having a man pump away in you."

"Oh, yeah!" moaned a girl, and the others giggled.

"Can I stick my fingers in your cunny?" whispered Meg to Janet, but Mrs. Brumley heard.

"Yes, class, once you're good and wet you can let other girls stick their fingers up inside you too -- only if you want."

"My mommy says my sissy and I shouldn't do that," said one. "That it just leaves us frustrated and less healthy."

"That's true, but today is different. Who can tell me why today is different?"

"Because Mr. Jones is going to finish us off with his big cock when we're done!"

"That's right! You can get as excited as you want, because Mr. Jones will stuff your pussies to the hilt and you'll get to have orgasms and the wonderful relief that only a man's cock stuffed into our pussy can give you."

"Will he shoot the stuff into us?"

"Now, you shouldn't get greedy, Alison! He might ejaculate in any of you, and if so you'll be a very lucky little girl, but he can't do that many times in a day."

"Why not?"

"It's how men are built. They only make so much of that stuff... Is every little girl ready yet?"

Little Cathy shook her head.

"Well, some do take longer... Cathy, would you mind if one of the other girls licked you down there."

The shy girl looked down, but smiled and shook her head.

"OK, class, which of you would be willing to nuzzle your face between Cathy's legs and lick her?"

Every hand went up.

"They're all willing, Cathy, who do you want?"

"Alison," she said softly.

At once the chosen girl knelt in front of Cathy, who lay down all the way.

"Can someone do that to me?" asked Missy.

"Sure, class, you can all do that if you want. It makes your little cunnies even hotter and wetter and slicker for Mr. Jones's thingie."

Alison's tongue licked Cathy's slit, over and over. The girl receiving the attentions was rocking her hips a little.

Alison brought her head up, and her nose and mouth were wet. "I think she's ready now," she grinned.

"Very good!" said Mrs. Brumley. "That's important, because now I can tell Mr. Jones you're all ready for him." She sent a text message from her phone

Most of the girls were in pairs, the one licking the other's pussy.

A minute later, the door opened wide. The girls brought their heads up.

"Hello, you must be Mr. Jones," said Mrs. Brumley. "That certainly was quick!"

"Yes, you're the first class that was all ready. Good girls! But I expect other classes will be ready soon."

"Yes, class, let's not take too much of Mr. Jones' time."

"Oh, that's all right," he said. "Does any of you want to see my cock?"

Every little head nodded, so Mr. Jones removed his trousers and briefs to reveal a mostly erect phallus, nice and big and warm and smooth.

"Any of you want to kiss it?"

The girls giggled, and most of the hands went up.

"Well, form a line here and go right ahead."

One after another, the girls came forward and kissed the tip of his cock. Janet took it in her mouth, and Mr. Jones gave a happy sigh.

"Move along, now, Janet," said Mrs. Brumley. "We have to let all the girls have a turn."

When the last little mouth was done honoring his cock tip, Mr. Jones spoke. "OK, now I want you to all stand in a line, and I'll get acquainted with your little pussies. I know I'm going to like them very much."

The girls giggled and stood in line.

"Now stick your hips out a little, to show me what a nice pussy you have, and how proud of it you are, and how much you'd like me to play with it... Oh, what a wonderful group of girls..."

Mr. Jones knelt in front of Alison on the end. "Beautiful," he said, peering at the smooth curve of her labia in front. He zoomed his head in closer and sniffed. "Beautiful aroma too -- a little dry and mysterious, in your case..."

"Dry? I'm wet enough, see!" said Alison, a little distraught.

"Oh, I didn't mean it that way, honey. 'Dry' is a particular way things smell. You smell absolutely wonderful down there."

Alison relaxed and sighed. Mr. Jones spread her little wet lips with his fingers and said, "Let me know if anything doesn't feel good," just before he dove in with his tongue.

Alison gasped, and the other girls giggled.

Then Mr. Jones withdrew his head and patted her little labia before heading on to the next girl, Veronica.

Alison whispered, "I don't know what he did, but it was fantastic!" when she caught her breath.

"Mmmm, robust and fruity," he said of Veronica's aroma, then dug in with his tongue.

"Look at his thingie! Ooooo, I wish he'd stick it up me!" whined Janet. Mr. Jones's phallus was at its full size, rigid and twitching.

"Class, let's not distract Mr. Jones now," chided Mrs. Brumley.

"Oh, that's all right," said Mr. Jones as he withdrew his head from the second girl. "It's huge like that because I really want to stick it into all your little cunnies. Would you all like that?"

"Yeah! Oooo! Yes! Now, now!" screamed the girls.

"Quiet, class!" said Mrs. Brumley.

He went back to visual inspection and tasting of the array of little pussies. When he got to the last girl, Janet, he slid his finger into her pussy tube, getting it all the way in. Janet closed her eyes and smiled.

"Now, I do things a little differently than some other men," he said, reaching into his pack and bringing out a metal bowl.

"Do any of you think you could tinkle in the potty for me?" he said. "There's nothing like seeing a little tinkle in the potty for making me want to mount a little girl and stuff her with my cock."

The girls looked at the teacher uncertainly, and Mr. Jones turned to her too.

"Well, I don't see what's wrong with that, if that's what you'd like."

"Who thinks they can make a little tinkle now?" asked Mr. Jones.

A few hands went up, and he beckoned to Cathy.

"What do I do?"

"You just squat down on the potty -- make sure you're centered so all the pee will go into the pot, and then you let go, like you do on a toilet."

"With everyone watching?" she said.

"Sure -- it's natural!" he said. "You'll see the other little girls do it later." Still she hesitated. "You don't have to, but I'm going to start with the girls who do."

That decided Cathy and she sat.

"Wait, though," said Mr. Jones. "As soon as you're done with your little trickle of pee, I'm going to want to do it to you, right? So, you don't mind if I pick you up and do it to you right away?"

The little girl on the potty shook her head with bright eyes.

"OK, then let it go," said Mr. Jones, on his knees, looking closely.

A little tinkling noise told everyone Cathy was peeing. Mr. Jones' breath caught as he watched. When the last few drops had come out, he lifted little Cathy right off the pot and quick lay her down on the mattress. She naturally spread her legs for the reward to come.

Mr. Jones centered his organ, holding Cathy's lips open, doubly moistened with her sex juices and just a little pee.

He then plunged in fast and deep. "Oh!" said Cathy, eyes wide.

When he was in to the hilt, he brought his weight down on the girl and began a fast fucking motion."Oh, you're so sexy... so hot... oh, Cathy... Oh, OOOHHHHH!" he said, convulsing and shuddering seconds later. His cock twitched and he shot gooey sperm into her little cunny tube before rolling off to the side.

Cathy lolled on her back, totally relaxed with a big sleepy smile on her face.

"He gooped her already? How's he going to be ready for the rest of us?" said Janet with a touch of a whine.

"Shhh!" said Mrs. Brumley. "Mr. Jones knows what he's doing."

"Yeah," he said panting. "What little girl wants to go empty Cathy's pee? If you do, you can be next."

All the hands shot up.

"OK, you," he said, pointing to Alison. The girl excitedly picked up the pee bowl and emptied it in the classroom sink.

Mr. Jones's eyes followed Alison's butt as she walked carefully across the room and dumped the little bit of yellow liquid from the potty into the sink.

"Look, it's stiff again!" said Missy.

"OK, Alison my sweetheart, if you're ready to get shafted and fucked like Cathy, squat and pee for me."

The class giggled at the naughty word. Alison squatted and concentrated as Mr. Jones looked on expectantly. But nothing came out. She looked up, worried.

Mr. Jones took her right hand and started licking it. "Wet," he said, "wet, wet, wet." He took her middle finger into his mouth and sucked on it, looking expectantly into her eyes.

Alison smiled and soon the sound was heard of a little girl tinkling into the metal pot. But there were just a few drops. "That's all I have," she said, looking worried.

"That's plenty!" said Mr. Jones, lifting the girl off the pot. Her foot caught it as he lifted her and the potty turned over. But he didn't stop, instead flipping her down beside the still-limp Cathy.

"Hold your pussy open for me!" he commanded Alison, and the wondering girl did as asked.

The man's hard and slick shaft found its target and he surged inside.

"Oooohhhh, so big!" said Alison.

"Oh, yeah!" said Mr. Jones. "But your cunt is big enough to take it all, right?"

Mr. Jones held himself up in the air over Alison, glancing down at her lustful, smiling face but concentrating on the slit between her legs that he had deformed with his massive intrusion. He held her thighs apart with his hands as he pounded into the little girl, seating his cock deeper each time, straining as deep up her innards as he could go. She enveloped his entire length in her sexy, hot girl tunnel.

Mr. Jones kept going for nearly a minute, as Alison flopped her head back and forth, moaning.

"Oh, you hot little thing," he panted. "You're gonna come, I can tell..." He slowed his motion just a little, but pressed even deeper. "Come for me, baby girl," he said.

Alison opened her eyes briefly and gave a quick smile, then shut her eyes and concentrated.

"Yeah, honey, I've got sperm for you too... Just squeeze me to get it... There you go, almost..."

Alison was gasping and straining.

Man and girl both shouted out, an octave apart, as Mr. Jones stopped holding back and forced his cock incredibly deep up her pussy. His semen pump did its job.

After a minute his thrusts abated and he rolled off the girl, who lay back in exhaustion. Whitish goop oozed out of her flushed sex lips. Cathy's pussy was oozing too.

The panting Mr. Jones pointed briefly at Missy. Mrs. Brumley had cleaned up Alison's pee with paper towels. With a naughty smile on her face, Missy made a big, long tinkle in the potty.

Mr. Jones picked her up but did things a little different. He flopped her onto her stomach, then lifted her hips off the mattress and kissed his cock tip gently against her girly folds from the rear before surging in with a single deep, powerful thrust.

"Oooph!" she said. Her body absorbed it and she shuddered with delight. He reamed her from the rear for a couple minutes before ejaculating another little load deep in her.

As he pulled out, his cock remained stiff. He did something a little differently then. He mounted Cathy again and shoved it into her slurpy pre-fucked cunt. She gave a happy sigh. He stopped and held himself pressed inside with a satisfied smile, then pulled out and did the same thing to little Alison. Then he was ready for a fresh, new pussy.

Girl after girl tinkled in the potty before getting whipped up into the air by the muscular Mr. Smith and forced into whatever receptive mating position struck his fancy. He found each one so sexy he managed another squirt of sperm inside each one -- nine in all. In between he re-visited a number of his previous conquests and shafted each one deep too.

One good treatment from a cock could hold a girl for several days, and even a little sperm made it last longer -- more like a week.

Mr. Jones went on to the first grade class and then he called it a day, having penetrated and snugly stuffed 19 little pussies and given each a little dollop of sperm. Something about the hunger of the little lassies gave him unbelievable stamina.

He'd do each of his daughters tonight, and then he'd be back the next day for a few more grades, working his way up in age.

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