Sexualizing Celia

Stripped For Florida: Sexualizing Celia

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Sexualizing Celia

by Willie B Florida
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The girl lay back and enjoyed the leisurely fucking.

Stan grinned. It was true, as he often explained to people, you could sexualize any girl in a heartbeat. As long as she was three or older -- hell, he'd sexualized two year old girls! Not to fuck, you understand. Just to get a girl really in touch with her body and happy to enjoy those special sensations. People always thought it was boys who were oversexed. Eventually, yes! He looked down at his own thick shaft moving in and out of Celia's slit and remembered back to his own preteen years. 12 years old and he was definitely oversexed. Wanted to fuck anything that moved; masturbated for hours at a time; made himself come 15, 20 times a day. But, boys, in general, had a long latency period. Some girls knew how to touch themselves, rub, squeeze, get off almost from birth. If they didn't figure it out for themselves then just a bit of a lesson and the girl was ready to take things on for herself. That's what he called sexualize. The fucking part did depend on the anatomy being ready, the size of the dick in question, and more than anything -- the quality of the relationship. Girls didn't want to be treated bad. Who did, really?

Celia closed herself tight against his dick and started cumming with intense contractions. Her breath came out in sharp moans and she tried to curl herself in a ball around the hard phallus that he kept plunged deep within her while she rode out her orgasms. She'd fantasized about sex for years, but damn, it was 100 times better than she had ever imagined.

"Don't stop!"

Stan had no intention of stopping. He pulled out just a bit and slid back into Celia's wet contractions and then slammed into her like a jack hammer while she went into a maelstrom of orgasmic bliss. 300 piston plunges later he slowed down and let the girl begin to unwind. Her skin glistened, enhancing the post-orgasmic glow that enveloped her body like an aura.

"Aren't you going to come?"

Stan almost grinned again. That was another thing -- how many girls really wanted the guy to come, especially if he waited until after she was all primed. That was one thing boys needed to learn -- well, men too, for that matter -- that females love it when the guy comes; they just want to really enjoy it, which is after the interior tissues have been made ultra-sensitive by a good fuck and a long orgasm. Stan pulled back and this time slid his shaft back in with his own pleasure in mind. He honed in on that wonderful target and before long was shooting hot juice up into Celia's little girl pussy. God, he loved his job. And it wasn't just the sex, believe it or not. He not only remembered every girl he'd sexualized, he stayed in touch. They were like a part of his family. He remained cosseted in Celia's snatch, letting himself mellow in her juices before slowly pulling out. He lay back on the bed and held the girl against his chest. The room was upper-middle class tasteful, with photos, artwork and awards expensively framed against the faux silk wallpaper, but in his mind's eye he saw the walls of his own bedroom at home, covered with photos sent in by all the girls he'd done. Yes, it was a good life.

"So, you're coming to my party, right?"

"When is it?" Stan feigned forgetfulness.

"This weekend! You know that."

"Oh, right, this weekend. Friday night?"

"No, silly, on Saturday. It's at the pool. Don't forget, okay?" Celia was sounding anxious now.

"Don't worry. I wouldn't miss it for the world."

Celia smiled, content with his assurance.

"The boys will be all over you."

Celia's face broke into a broad grin and she flounced her hair, pleased with herself.

"Don't worry. You're ready for them."

She leaned down and kissed him on the lips. "Thanks to you," she whispered.

Stan shook his head. "No, you had it inside you all the time. You're as sexy as they come."

"I bet you tell every girl that."

"Only when it's true."

"is it always true?"

"Pretty much. But you're very special," he looked at her intently for a moment, pausing to get her attention. "Don't you ever forget it."

"Will you fuck me one more time?"

"Sure, why not." And he did.

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Celia was in fourth grade and having her tenth birthday. Her parents had decided to sexualize their daughter this year and planned to strip her at her party. As was increasingly the fashion, they asked a professional "sexualizer" to get their daughter ready. You couldn't actually pay someone to have sex with your daughter, but you could pay for the "counseling." Fortunately Stan was a natural -- and licensed as a mental health counselor -- and stripped. So he was allowed to counsel, and touch, and have sex. The only catch was that in Florida a stripped minor could only have sex with another stripped individual, so Celia had to be stripped before her birthday. Her parents handled it by keeping her naked -- as required by law -- but home from school. That way her classmates would see her naked for the first time on the big day. Most of the boys in her class were still a ways from puberty, but there were some older boys among the invitees as well. Young or old, any boys at the party lucky enough to have been stripped would get to fuck the newly sexualized girl.

As if reading her thoughts, Stan grinned again. "Bet you can't wait to fuck all those boys this weekend."

"I knew it would be good, but I never knew it would be this good," she gushed.

"Yeah, well, you'll have to help some of them out. Not all boys know how to make a girl feel good right away. Just take it slow and make suggestions. Boys are real sensitive about the subject, so be kind."

Celia nodded solemnly.

"I mean it. If the boy's nervous and can't get hard, just stroke him a bit, or take him into your mouth and suck -- like I showed you earlier."

Celia smiled at the memory of trying to get Stan's huge erection past her gag reflex.

"Yeah, like you trying to learn how to take me -- it wouldn't have helped if I'd made you feel inadequate, would it?"

"Uh, no . . . I would have run out of the room crying."

"So, just play with the boy in question and have fun. After all, sex is supposed to be enjoyable, not an ordeal. That's why your parents had me be your first -- so you'd have a wonderful introduction to a life of great sex." As he did every time he got another little girl as a client, Stan silently thanked his parents for stripping him when he was just a scrawny twelve year old, his grandfather for splurging for the Stripped For Life expense, and Ms. Dixon, the high school counselor who'd steered him into psychology when he was thinking football scholarship.

"The boy in question. That sounds so funny."

"There's probably a better way of saying it."

"The question is, which boy?"

"Which boy which?"

"Should I do first? My brother or my secret crush?"

"That's a hard one."

"Actually they're both hard -- they're both stripped and on the pills."

Stan laughed at Celia's joke.

"Really, which one?" she insisted.

"You could do your brother the night before and your crush first at your party."

"Hey, that's a good idea. Am I allowed to fuck him before my party?"

"You're fucking me."

"That's true."

"Okay, that'll make them both feel special. But after that I'm doing as many boys as I can at my party."

"You could ask your boyfriend to spend the night after your party and let him and your brother take turns until you're all worn out and fall asleep."

"Oooh, that's good. I'm going to ask my parents if I can have him stay."

"I'll put in a good word."

"Thanks, you're the best." Celia grabbed Stan in a bear hug. He raised the girl up and plunged her onto his dick. Lifting her up and down in his strong arms he stimulated her into one more cascade of orgasms. Keeping her socketed on his erection he stood up and walked down the stairs of the family's comfortably large two-storey home, Celia's legs wrapped around his waist. Her parents were waiting in the sun-splashed Florida room overlooking the garden and swimming pool.

"Well, she's as ready as she's ever going to be," he announced, lifting her off his phallus with an audible pop. He twirled her around and set her on her feet. "She can suck and fuck with the best of them." The naked Celia batted her eyelashes, pretended to be shy and did a little curtsey. Stan noted that her father was absorbing the sight of his daughter's sexy body with a newfound appreciation. "Evidently," Stan continued, "there are two boys that Celia would especially like to spoil with her newfound sexiness."

Her mother looked interested.

"As her therapist," Stan put on his academic voice, "I highly recommend that she be allowed to spend the night with the two of them after her party."

"Two?" Her mother raised her eyebrows. "Oh my! Who are they?"

"One is my big brother," Celia announced flirtatiously, "and the other is my secret crush . . . "

"Secret? How can I give permission," her mother inquired.

"You'll find out before he stays over."

Stan stood behind the ten year old, nodding his head.

"Very well then," her mother relented. "You have my permission. But make sure you give them equal attention. I don't want to mend any broken hearts over breakfast the next morning."

"I'm sure you have nothing to worry about," Stan assured. "These boys will be blown away -- and I mean blown -- by just a fraction of what your little girl now knows how to do."

Celia turned around and stretched her pre-adolescent frame as tall as she could to give Stan a kiss. "Thank you," she murmured.

"Well, I'll see you all tomorrow. Why don't you go give your dad some attention. I'm sure he'd love to have his daughter on his lap before he has to share her with half the boys in your class tomorrow."

(The End)