Author: Sterling Title: Implants Summary: While at summer camp, 6-year-old Katy finds herself experiencing warm happy feelings between her legs for no reason she can fathom. Naturally she experiments to see what actions she can take to get more good feelings. What is enough one day isn't enough the next. Cyrus coaxes her into his bed. Keywords: Mf Mg het pedo cons first NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex. First posted 6/15/2011. I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at /files/Authors/Sterling/ You are welcome to copy this story if you include the entire text unchanged, including this notice. If you tell me where you have re-posted it, I can enjoy knowing it is appreciated and perhaps enjoy the feedback the story gets where you re-post it. Sterling And now, our feature presentation. Enjoy! ============================================================- Implants Six-year-old Katy snuggled into bed. She was tired from a long day out in the fields and at the beach. As she was starting to get drowsy, she felt something between her legs, something unfamiliar. She felt a mild pleasure -- a lovely warm feeling. She stuck her hand into her panties and felt around. She knew there was complicated stuff down there, but she didn't know quite what. She had poked around occasionally but pretty much left that part of her alone. She didn't feel anything out of the ordinary. After she pulled her hand out she lay on her back with her legs apart. The warm feeling kept building, and within a minute she felt waves of pleasure break over her body. She'd never felt anything like that before. It was amazing! The next night she felt the same warm feeling, but after a while it stopped. She put her hand down to her panties and it started up again. She tested: hand on panties, warm feeling. No hand on panties, no warm feeling. That was peculiar! She kept her hand on her panties, enjoying the pleasure, but it started fading once again. She stuck her hand inside her panties and it began once more. She had a hunch as to where this was going, so she shortly had her panties pulled down, legs spread wide, with her hand on her 'kitty', as her mother called it. The pleasure started fading, so she opened her kitty lips. She explored the complicated part of herself and played there for a while, learning her way around and enjoying the warm feelings. But once again they began to fade. She found a hole, and it was pressing her finger inside that made the good feelings happen. She was surprised that it felt wet inside, because she knew she hadn't peed. As she pressed in, she found it hurt, so now she had a dilemma. She could get a good feeling by pressing in, but the price was some pain. She decided she had had enough, and pulled up her panties and lay on her side, ready to drift off. But just as she drifted off, she felt that warm feeling again. It wouldn't let her sleep. The night before those waves of pleasure had come and then she had been able to sleep better than usual. Hoping for the same thing, she exposed her kitty once more and began poking her finger into her hole. To get her pleasure, she had to press harder and harder. She winced at the pain, then felt something tear. When she looked down, there was a little blood on the sheets! She cleaned it up with some tissues she had by her bedside, then lay back down. This time the pleasant feeling came back stronger and stronger until she had the same breaking waves of pleasure. The next night, to keep the pleasure going she had to stick her finger way up inside herself -- a few days before she had had no idea there was a place a finger could go! But one finger wasn't enough; she needed two to get her pleasure. She was pretty sore, but the breaking waves of pleasure made it worthwhile. It got so she could stick all her fingers at once up inside that hole without it hurting too much -- and she got her reward. The next night, the warm feeling started as she was undressing for the night, but went away as soon as she got into bed. She got out of bed and it started up again. She went into the corridor. As she turned to the right, it went away, but when she went left it increased. The good feeling was leading her somewhere. She came to an unfamiliar door and got the feeling when she touched the doorknob. She went in and found a small anteroom with a door that led to an inner room not too different from her own, but the bed was a little bigger. By following the coaxing of her good feeling, she was soon inside the inner room with both doors shut, in the pitch dark, naked, with her legs spread wide apart. Only then did she get her wonderful feeling of release. The next night she followed the same routine, but this time as she lay back in the position expectantly, the pleasure building, she heard the outer door open and shut, and then the inner door. "Who's there?" she whispered, suddenly frightened. "I'm the one who gives the pleasure," whispered a man. "No, I'm going!" she said out loud. "That's fine," whispered the man and he left. Still, she frantically searched around for her clothes in the dark. When she had herself together again, she raced back to her own room. She knew she was not supposed to be alone with a strange man in the dark! She thought of telling someone, but how could she describe why she had gone into that strange room in the first place? She tried the door during the day and found it was locked. She decided not to go back there, but there was this problem. Just as she was drifting off to sleep she would get that warm feeling between her legs and it woke her up. But after a little while the feeling would fade again. Just as she was drifting off once more, the feeling came back. Lying naked with legs spread and fingers up in her hole had no effect. She had an exasperating night of little sleep, getting enough pleasure to rouse her, but never that wonderful feeling of release she had come to enjoy so much. She was crabby through the next day. That night the same thing started happening again. She groaned. The man had said he was the source of the pleasure. Maybe she should go back and find out more. She wasn't supposed to be alone with a strange man, but when she said she was leaving, he hadn't tried to make her stay. If he was going to make her do things she didn't want, he'd already had his chance. "Who are you?" she said when she was in her naked, exposed position and the man arrived in the complete dark. "As I said, I'm the source of the pleasure." "What is it?" she asked. "What's this all about?" "Oh, it's just a way of feeling good. Do you like it?" "Yes!" she said, a little too enthusiastically. "Good." She felt him sitting on the bed. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked nervously, though she had a pretty good idea that this was related to why she was supposed to stay covered up, not show anyone her private parts, and never let a stranger touch her. "Nothing if you don't want me to," he said. "You can go if you want." "But then I won't get that really good feeling, right?" "Right," he said. "And I'll keep getting it a little when I'm about to go to sleep." "Probably." "So what do I need to do to get the good feeling?" "I want to touch you all over." "Including my privates?" she asked. "Not if you don't want." "I don't. You can touch me, but not my privates," she said. She felt him reach out and stroke her body. First he had her lie on her stomach and gave her a back rub. That seemed OK. When he had her turn over and started touching her, she recoiled at first. But when she took a deep breath and let him start again, it wasn't so bad. He was being gentle, and more importantly, that feeling between her legs was getting stronger. He stroked her hair, caressed her face, and massaged her arms, thighs, and hips,. The feeling kept getting stronger. Lying beside her, face to face, he put his arms around her and hugged her to him. She felt a strange bulge pressing against her stomach. Funny, it was about where his peepee would be. But it just lay flat and warm against her stomach. He lifted his head and whispered in her ear, "Here's the good feeling." And sure enough, as he nibbled that same ear, the good feelings got stronger than they had ever been before, and then the release was better and deeper than ever. She moaned out loud and panted. "Wasn't that nice?" he asked. "Oh, yes, yes, it was!" she said. It had been a strange experience. The way they used the anteroom, they were only together in total darkness, so she had no idea who he was. She knew she shouldn't have done it and she shouldn't go back. But those feelings! She was hooked. The next night started the same way, but this time he lay on top of her. "Tonight, I'd like to try something different. You remember you got so you could put fingers up inside your hole?" "Yeah," she said, a little nervous. "I want to stick my penis up where your fingers were." "Oh!" she said. "Do I have to?" "No -- only if you want the good feeling." "Is it going to hurt?" "I don't think so, at least not much. My penis isn't any bigger than your five fingers." "I'm not supposed to be alone with you at all, you know that?" "Oh, yes, I know. You can go any time." "And I'm not supposed to let you touch me, especially in my private parts." "Yes, I know. As I said, it's your choice." "But you promise if I let you, then I'll feel that good feeling?" "Yes! It will be better than ever before." "And if I don't, then when I try to go to sleep you'll make me have those little good feelings that keep me awake." "I don't do that, exactly, but yeah, probably." "OK," she sighed. "What do I do?" "Oh, just lie there," he said. "Spread your legs a little wider." Then she felt something warm poke at her hole. "OK, here goes," he said. It felt really weird to have part of another person's body sliding up where her fingers had been, but he was right that it didn't hurt. Then he started pulling it out -- but then he pushed back in again. He went back and forth! Her pleasure was strong and growing. He kept going in and out, faster and faster. He started breathing hard. Though her pleasure was building, she was alarmed. "What's happening?" she asked. "I'm going to keep going in and out ... faster and faster, and then I'm ... going to have that same good feeling ... you have." "You sure it's not going to hurt?" "Pretty sure. At least not much." His penis kept poking in farther and farther, but her innards stretched to accommodate him. Finally she felt his bone right above his thingie press against hers. "There!" he said. "I can't get any deeper, OK? I can press as hard as I ... want and it shouldn't hurt." "And then I can have my good feeling?" "Oh, yes, absolutely," he said. "The two of us -- together." With that, he went back to his in and out motion, and as he had said, he did it faster and deeper, over and over, picking up speed and depth. It didn't hurt her. In fact, she was really happy as her pleasure was getting intense. And the funny thing was, though she wasn't supposed to let a man do any of those things he was doing, having his big penis pumping in and out of her felt really good. It felt good physically, and it felt right. After zipping in and out of her hard and fast, he slowed down a little and took just a few deep strokes before moaning as he held himself deep inside her. Just then the best good feeling ever seized her. She shuddered, basking in indescribable pleasure. He slid off of her while turning her towards him so they lay face to face. His thingie stayed inside her, but it started getting softer. She was so happy from her good feeling that she started drifting off to sleep. She heard his voice, "Sorry, but you've got to get back to your own bed for the night." She remembered where she was. "Oh, yeah," she said, but she felt so relaxed and heavy she didn't think she'd be able to move. "Here, let me help you get dressed," he said. And kind of like her daddy, she put her arms above her head as he pulled her nightshirt onto her, then lifted her feet one by one to step into her panties. She realized only later that he had found those things in the complete dark. He helped her to her feet. "Now, if you like, we can do this tomorrow." "And get that same feeling?" "Yes! Now, if you want, we can do it in your bed, so you don't have to take the trouble to come here and then walk back when you're feeling all relaxed and happy." "OK." "Naked, on your back, legs spread." "Yup." The next night she got into the position he had suggested. Nothing happened right away, so she pulled the covers up over her. And unlike the other night, she fell asleep with no tantalizing good feelings between her legs to keep her up. But she woke to the good feelings, and soon she heard the door open. It was the man, and he stroked her all over, kissed her chest and down by her hole, and then he moved his head back up and kissed her on the lips. It was very sexy! Then he lay on her again and slid his thingie up her magical tube. The feelings were really good, just like the night before. He had his good feeling just when she had hers, and it was totally amazing. It was wonderful, and it became a pattern. One night she asked him, "So if this feels so great, why do they always say not to let a strange man touch me between my legs?" "Because they don't want little girls to be happy." "Really?" "No, not really," he laughed. "Some of the people who would like to touch you there aren't very nice." "Oh." A couple nights went by when he didn't come in to see her, and she was very disappointed. At least the mild good feelings hadn't come to tease her and keep her awake. "Where were you?" she asked. "Busy," he said. "I missed you." "You mean, you missed those good feelings?" "Yeah, but ... not completely. I also like all the touching and stuff, and then when you're going back and forth so fast, I like it, thinking how you're going to feel good and make me feel good too." "That's my girl!" --------------------------------------------------------- Cyrus lay back in his own bed after his fourth fuck of the night. This had worked out better than he hoped! He was just an unassuming maintenance man during the day. Little did anyone know who he became at night. The motivation came from a profound horniness and desire for the young girls around him at the camp. It had nearly driven him crazy the summer before -- masturbating three times a day hadn't put a dent in his desire. So he had spent the winter coming up with his plan. His medical training and his lifelong interest in gadgets and tinkering gave him the tools he needed. His little clitoral implant worked great. He held a cloth with ether over the girl's face as she slept. It was a simple matter of anesthetizing skin, injecting a little more anesthetic, and then injecting the tiny radio-controlled device. It sat inside the girl's body, right behind her clitoris. He had tiny spy cameras in each girl's room with infrared capability, and with those two things he could train the girls, bit by bit. He had picked the four prettiest girls in the camp. Katy at six was the youngest, but Emily at eight was great, and Tina at ten was just showing some signs of developing into a woman. Amy was fourteen, and he was afraid she might get pregnant. He knew he should be worried, but he found the idea so exciting he couldn't get himself to do anything about it. He kept ejaculating in her night after night. After having unloaded his balls in three other little pussies each evening, there wasn't much sperm left to shoot out the fourth time. Maybe that would protect her. He hoped it would. Sort of. ============================================================ What did you think? I'm always eager for comments, whether positive, negative or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com.