Author: Sterling
Title: Sheltering in Place -- A Little Girl's Private Place
Summary: The pandemic stranded me in a small town,
boarding with a family. The 5yo daughter played with herself but
could never "finish", and I offered her my girlfriend's vibrator.
She loved it, but I discovered some hidden inclinations, and
things sort of spiraled out of control.
Keywords: Mg Mg(5) slow toys MF preg 1st het cons coercion harem voyeur

NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 5/30/2020.

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Sheltering in Place -- A Little Girl's Private Place

Part 1

I lived in New York and worked for a law firm in the service of a
well-known large corporation. My job was dealing with the local
communities where we had interests. I was assigned to the town of
Harvard in the sticks of Minnesota for a few months to whip some
uncooperative locals into line. I was 29 and hoped to move up in
the firm before long so I could stay put in New York without
these excursions to dreary places, but for now this was my lot.

Housing options in Harvard were very limited. There was a single
mom, name of Mary Andersen, renting a room. Classier
accommodations were just not available within an hour's drive.
Minimal kitchen privileges, but I'd be eating out at diners and
getting take-out. A small room, but good enough. I'm Jewish, and
it shows in my looks and in my name, Adam Schwartz. I looked for
signs of antisemitism on Mary's face when she saw the name, but
if there was any she hid it well. The price was $150 a week --
peanuts by New York standards.

Three kids. But girls, who are not so wild as boys. I wouldn't
bother them and they wouldn't bother me. I'd be working most of
the time.

I'd just started on the project when the damn Coronavirus thing
hit again -- Called Covid-23 this time, having been first
identified in 2023. Worse than the one three years earlier. My
project was put on hold, but I also couldn't go home, and had to
shelter where I was. Schools closed. Childcare options vanished,
but mom still had to work. Could I possibly look after the girls?
She couldn't afford to pay me, but... pretty please?

Well, OK. I didn't have anything else important to do. And I was
hoping to maybe be a parent some day, and this would give me a
taste of what it was like.

So -- three girls. All three were pretty girls, the most notable
difference being their different sizes. Blond hair. Middle
American, Scandinavian influence. Anne was the oldest, at 12. Her
breasts were coming in and she had hips. Maybe I wasn't supposed
to even notice that, but I did. I wasn't supposed to know that
her period had just started, but from whispered conversations I
had overheard between her and her mom before the virus struck it
was pretty clear. Bethany was 5 and Caitlin was 2.

One thing Mary hoped I could help with was meals. I'm no cook,
but I know how to put peanut butter and jelly on bread. I even
know how to cook macaroni and mix cheese with it. Her hours at
her day job were cut, but then she found another job that had her
working three evenings a week. Could I handle bedtime on those
nights? OK. Anne handled all the stuff at bedtime that wasn't the
sort of thing a grown man should be doing. She helped the younger
ones with their baths and getting into their pajamas.

I've got a strong sex drive. The woman I was sort of seeing back
home in New York was Susan. She was stuck there just like I was
stuck in Minnesota. We kept up for a little while by phone and
chat, but then it petered out. So it was back to using my own
hand, without any need to even consider what Susan would think
about it. Simpler. No muss, no fuss. Well, some physical muss,
but not the emotional kind. But Anne kept coming to mind as my
hand jerked up and down. I was a bit embarrassed but then
shrugged. She was a female who looked like a woman. At least the
sort of female who might get pregnant. Why not fantasize about
her? Splurt, splurt, splurt... Ah, that felt good! Better than
usual.

Anne was barely civil to me. All three of the girls slept in one
room. Bethany and Caitlin shared a bed, Anne had one to herself,
but even with just two beds there was barely any place to walk.
It was a small room. I had the largest room -- maybe 8x10. Mary
had the smallest of all, barely a closet. Before I moved in,
Bethany and Caitlin had shared my room and Anne had as her own
the one she now shared with her sisters. But money was tight, and
the girls had to make do. Anne knew it wasn't my fault, but she
still resented me for it. My room was the only one with a lock on
it.

Watching TV. They spent a lot of time watching TV in the living
room. I tried to work on my laptop, keep up to date on things.
And I did for a while. But the TV was pretty loud. I couldn't do
anything related to my assignment, not really. The bedrooms and
bathroom were upstairs, and downstairs was an eat-in kitchen and
a living room. So I found myself stopping by on the way to the
kitchen to watch for a few seconds.

And there was Bethany, with her hand in her pants. I quietly
slipped up the stairs. But... down for another cup of coffee, and
there she was, hand still in her pants. Anne saw me, glanced at
Bethany, and hissed, "Bethany! He'll see you!"

The 5-year-old quick removed her hand and turned a bit pink. I
got my coffee and headed back upstairs. I was strangely aroused
by what I'd seen.

It happened over and over again. I tried to catch Bethany's eye
before Anne saw, and when I did Bethany would remove her hand.

One day when her sisters were occupied, she and I were in the
kitchen together. I made innocent conversation.

"It feels really good to have your hand in your panties, right?"

She looked down but I could see her cheeks were pink.

"It's OK, it really is OK."

"Really?" It looked like no one had expressed that opinion
before.

"It's better to do it when you're alone though. You do it in bed
at night, under the covers?"

She nodded, then murmured something.

"What was that?"

"But I still want to do it. I always want to do it. It's never
enough."

"I'm sorry, Bethany," I said, with genuine concern, and in that
moment she looked up at me with a tentative smile of hope.

Somehow I'd ended up with Susan's favorite toy in my luggage --
no one was expecting the lock down. Her vibrator. Susan didn't
come so easily in the usual ways. For her, the easiest and most
satisfying method was to do whatever sex I wanted to, to make me
happy, and then she'd finish off with her vibrator. She told me
it was a special one -- Fractal Heaven, list price a thousand
bucks -- but it worked like none of the others. Hitachi wasn't
close, she said. Before we broke up she hinted she'd like the
vibrator back. I kept putting her off, saying I'd get to it. I
expected her to break up with me first, but eventually I had to
do it. I wondered if what kept her from breaking away was the
desire to get that vibrator back. And then when we did break up I
didn't feel like it.

Here I was with a little girl who said playing with herself was
never enough. And if you can't come, it's never enough. Maybe
with a vibrator she could come? Was it possible I could help out
a little girl who was in distress?

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I invited Bethany in to my room.

"I've got something you might like to play with -- if you want."

I brought out the vibrator.

"It's got this switch here. When you press it, the thing
vibrates... feel it?"

She nodded.

"This is very special, and no one else can ever see it but you
and me." I understood that offering a young girl a vibrator to
use would be considered poor form. But my intentions were all
good. "It's mine. But I've heard that if you turn this on and put
the end there between your legs where it feels good, it might
feel even better. That's what they say."

She looked dubious.

"Give it a try. Somewhere where you can be alone."

"The bathroom?"

"Sure, the bathroom!" Not the most romantic choice, but this girl
had her hand in her panties just about anywhere.

"Now?"

"If you want," I said. Her sisters were downstairs.

The door to the bathroom was right opposite mine. She entered
holding the thing, looking at it curiously. The bathroom door
shut. I stood in the doorway to my room, curious. First I heard a
faint giggle. Then there was silence (this vibrator was, among
other things, very quiet). Then I heard a gasp. Then a moan.

Several seconds later the door opened, and there was little
Bethany with a big smile on her face, clutching the vibrator.

"So that was nice?" I said.

She nodded emphatically, eyes wide. Then her eyes closed briefly.
"For once... I don't feel like doing it."

"Wonderful!" I held out my hand. She hesitated, then handed the
vibrator over.

The next day Bethany knocked on my door. I opened it and there
she stood, looking down, shifting from foot to foot.

"Hi, Bethy, what's up?"

She didn't say anything.

"Let me guess... would you like to borrow that vibrator again?"

She nodded, but still didn't look up. When I produced it she said
a quick "Thanks" before disappearing into the bathroom with it. I
listened again. No giggle this time. A few barely audible sighs,
and then -- a couple minutes later -- a gasp.

There was silence then, and a couple minutes passed, so I went
back to sit at the little desk and look at my laptop. Then I
heard the bathroom door open very quietly and some very soft
footsteps heading away.

I got up and followed the footsteps to the girls' room, where I
saw Bethany trying to look nonchalant but failing miserably.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"What?" she asked, trying to feign innocence.

"The vibrator."

"Oh, oh yeah..."

"Where is it?"

She opened a drawer and there it was among girl pants and
sweaters. "Can I keep it?"

"Absolutely not. I told you it's mine and it's precious and no
one else must ever find it."

"OK," she said.

And so she continued to borrow my vibrator every day in the
afternoon. Mostly I just thought about how I was able to help a
little girl with a problem she had, and help her feel some
pleasure to boot. But now and then other thoughts crept in. They
said little kids didn't want to have anything to do with sex, but
obviously this one really did.

Then one night I heard a soft knock on my door after all the
girls had been in bed for an hour.

"Bethany!" I said. "What are you doing up?" I said very softly.

"I couldn't sleep."

I ushered her in and locked the door quietly.

"Oh, I'm sorry. What do you think might help?" I had a hunch.

"The vibrator... could I borrow it?"

"You just used it this afternoon!"

"I know, I know, but..."

"Your mom is home, and if she needed to use the bathroom..."

"She's asleep, isn't she?"

"I think so, but sometimes she gets up... I don't see how this is
going to work."

"Oh," she said, dejected. Then she squirmed and briefly tugged at
her crotch.

What to do? "I guess, if you really want, you could do it in
here. You get under the covers and I'll sit at my desk where I
can't see anyway."

She bit her lip, then nodded. I produced the vibrator. So it and
her little pajama-clad body disappeared under the covers. I saw
movement under the covers.... That must be the pajama bottoms and
panties coming down. I could see the humps of her knees showing
she had spread her legs. I had to make myself turn away and
pretend to look at whatever the browser was open to on my laptop.
Blood was surging into my penis, which was annoying. She was just
a little kid!

Then she gasped and moaned. Then an "mmm", and then silence. I
waited for her to get out of bed. But there was only silence.
After a minute I turned around and her slack face and regular
breathing told me me she had fallen asleep.

"Bethany," I said softly, but got no answer. She certainly
couldn't sleep in my bed. I had a raging erection -- embarrassing
and annoying. So I could now shake her shoulder to wake her up,
but instead I gently pulled the covers down. That was a
reasonable way to wake her up too, wasn't it? What I saw made my
cock twitch. Pajamas and panties down around her ankles, legs
wide apart, vibrator on the sheets a couple inches from her
crotch, just under the limp hand it had fallen out of. It was
still vibrating. But right above, naked girl parts. The outer
lips were spread a bit and the inner ones peeked out. The whole
area was engorged. I realized I was staring, then snapped out of
it.

I carefully pulled the covers up again, then shook her shoulder.
"Bethany," I said. After a couple shakes she looked up groggily.

"Oh... oh, yeah," she said, reassembling herself under the
covers, then sitting up unsteadily. She handed me the vibrator, I
opened the door, and she padded back down the hall to her bed. I
locked the door. I was really horny. So I masturbated, spurting
within seconds. I was always taught that if a guy was horny, the
best way to deal with it was to jerk off, to relieve the tension.
The image of Bethany's post-orgasmic privates burned in my mind.
It was after all a female having had sexual pleasure, and it
wasn't surprising if it reminded me of adult sex. But I was still
horny, so I masturbated again. And then a third time. Lust
finally satisfied, I tried to make sense of it. Did Bethany set
off my "new girl" reflex? It was always most exciting the first
time with a woman, and even though I hadn't been involved in
them, Bethany was obviously doing sexy things. The fact she was a
small girl maybe didn't really enter into it. But I also
reflected that I never had felt that intensity ever, even the
first time, with all the college girls and women I'd done it
with.

It sure was confusing. What should I have done when she appeared
at my door in the middle of the night? The right thing to do was
obviously just to tell her "too bad" and wait until the next
afternoon. But I hadn't. I was being kind, right? I was, but ...
was there another motivation too?

They said men in prison often had sex with other men since there
were no women around. Anne surely didn't like me. Mary was always
so tired, and the potential complications were daunting. And
neither of them had acted at all sexual in my presence. So maybe
in fantasy Bethany was like those other men in prison.

And then there were her calves. Everyone has calves. Women have
calves, and big girls too. But Bethany's... the curves just so,
so graceful down to the ankle, so right and proper and
proportionate up to the knee. And her thighs -- even more
perfect, bigger than the calves of course, but the skin so
smooth, the proportions so perfect. They were terrific when she
wore shorts, but in a way more terrific when she had on a skirt
and I could see less of them. The upper parts I could not see
were even more alluring. I woke from this dreamy reminiscence --
Bethany's calves had nothing to do with it!

The next day Bethany still came in the afternoon, as always --
and that continued, day after day. But she didn't come in that
next night, and I realized I was a little disappointed. She
didn't come the next night either, and I was ashamed to realize I
was more than just a little disappointed.

And I got to thinking. She was using my vibrator to get sexual
pleasure, and I was getting nothing. I was a horny man shut up in
a cramped little house in a tiny town in Minnesota. I deserved
something. Sort of like those men in prison deserved something. I
certainly wasn't going to make her do anything -- never! But...
if she wanted to keep using the vibrator... wasn't it only fair?
It seemed that way to me.

Then after skipping two nights the soft knock came at the door in
the middle of the night again.

"You want to use it again?" I said.

She nodded, disappeared under the covers, and I sat at my desk
looking at a magazine. It felt like college where I had once sat
at my desk while my drunk roommate had brought back a drunk girl
and done it right there on his bed with me in the room -- that
wasn't fair... This really wasn't fair either!

I used all my will power to keep looking at the magazine. But I
could hear her gasp when she came. And my stiff cock twitched.
This time she didn't fall asleep, and I turned around when I
heard her get out of the bed.

I said, "We'll have to talk about this... maybe next time you
want to borrow it we'll have a talk first." As soon as she left I
masturbated -- twice.

The next afternoon when she appeared she seemed ready to
disappear into the bathroom, not remembering what I'd said, but
instead I ushered her all the way into my room and locked the
door.

"You know, you're just a little girl..."

"I'm five!" she said indignantly.

I smiled. "Well, OK. You're a girl who's five, not one who's
twelve or thirteen like Anne. But when you use my vibrator like
that, you're acting like a big girl... Do you know how babies are
made?" It was OK to inform her objectively about the facts of
life, I figured.

"In mommies' tummies..." she said, but shook her head, realizing
that was only part of the story.

"Well, mommies have to do something with daddies for the baby to
get started. It has to do with things down there between your
legs. And the way it feels good down there... that is part of it
too. That good feeling was designed by nature so mommies want to
do that thing with daddies."

"Oh... what's the thing that happens?"

"Do you know where your vagina is?"

She shook her head.

"Well, down between your legs you've got your poop hole, of
course. But up above, where the flaps come together, there's
another hole there... you ever felt it?"

"Oh, yeah. I can put a finger inside... So it's normal?"

"Perfectly normal. All girls have one. It's called a vagina.
That's where a baby comes out."

Her eyes went wide.

"Well, it changes. It gets a lot bigger. First it gets bigger as
you grow up, then it gets even bigger when you get pregnant, and
even bigger when it's time for the baby to come out, and it's a
really tight fit... but that's the hole."

She looked at me suspiciously. "Are you making this all up?"

"No... no, I'm not. So the next thing is... how does the baby get
started in there? It turns out that part of the daddy needs to
get into the mommy to start the baby, and it goes in through that
same hole where the baby comes out. And in fact..." I gulped, but
I was just giving her objective information. "You know how boys
have penises?"

She nodded.

"Well, the daddy puts his penis into the vagina, and then special
seed comes out the end of the penis up inside the mommy, and
that's how it gets started."

She laughed. "I'm not fooled by you!" she said.

"It's all true, I swear.... Ask someone how babies are made...
Anne, or your mom."

"Can I have the vibrator now?" she asked.

"OK," I said, "but you can't have it again until you find out how
babies are made."

She didn't stop by the next afternoon -- the first one she had
missed in a couple weeks.

And when she did stop by the day after, she said, "That's so
weird! A penis up inside my privates? Yecch!"

"Well, you don't have to worry about that for many years, and you
never have to if you don't want to."

"Can I... can I have it now?"

"A few more things. The way you feel with the vibrator... that's
how a woman feels when the penis is up inside. Now... most little
girls explore around down there but they don't always have their
hands in their panties... and they certainly don't have
vibrators. So if you want to be a little girl, you can give all
that up."

She shook her head.

"But if you don't, then you're a big girl and you should do other
parts of being a big girl. It's only fair."

"Like what?"

"Well... when the man slides his penis up into the woman, he
feels really, really good too. He has a feeling as good as you
have. So it's sort of a deal, you see. She lets the man feel
good, and she gets to feel good."

So far, I had just been giving her objective information. But
then I said, "So, you see... I'm a man, and I'd like to feel good
too... So if you want to have those good feelings, you should do
your part of the deal and let me feel good too."

She frowned.

"Here's the vibrator. Hope you have a great time... But next
time... next time if you want to you've got to be ready to give
back -- a little bit, anyway."

Looking confused, she disappeared into the bathroom, reappearing
a couple minutes later and handing me the vibrator with a dreamy
smile on her face.

"But next time it's different," I said to her retreating figure.
I noticed the blond ponytail. It was lovely hair, and perfectly
lovely in a ponytail.

She appeared right on schedule the next afternoon, and came into
my room and sat down as I locked the door behind her. I sat
beside her on the bed.

"Remember, you don't have to do anything, right? You can go back
to being a little girl, and I'll keep the vibrator and you can
forget about there ever being a vibrator."

She looked at me like I was crazy. "I don't want to give it up!"

"OK, then, so if you're going to give back at all... the first
thing is you've got to let me see..." I sat on the edge of the
bed. Somewhere deep inside a little tiny part of me registered
that I was crossing a line.

She hesitated and frowned, then stood and sighed but pulled down
her jeans and panties.

"Your whole body. Completely naked."

"Why?"

"When men and women have sex, they get naked first. And they love
to look at each other's naked bodies to get in the mood."

Sneakers, socks, and T-shirt came off quickly and there was the
little 5-year-old blond, completely naked.

"Come stand in front of me." Oh, her little body was magnificent!

I reached out slowly and ran my hands up and down her arms from
elbow to shoulder. Then I caressed her hair.

"So beautiful," I said softly. "You are so beautiful. A perfect
little girl." I put my hands behind her back to pull her a little
closer to me, then ran my hands up and down her back. "You mind?"
I asked.

She shrugged and gave the hint of a smile.

I worked my hands around to the front and rubbed her belly, then
moved upwards towards her nipples. She frowned and pulled away a
bit.

"There's nothing there but a beautiful smooth chest," I said.
"Touching gets people in the mood too."

She moved closer again and I swirled my fingers around her
perfect smooth girl skin, pausing for the tiniest bump of the
tiny nipple.

"Can you guess what part I want to touch most?"

My hands went to her lower belly, venturing out over her hips and
down the outside of her thighs. As they came up again they were
lower on the belly, and went down the front of her thighs. As
they slid slowly up they met at the top of her mound.

Suddenly she pulled back. "It's private!" she said.

"Of course it's private. I'd never dream of asking to touch a
little girl there. But you're acting like a big girl when you
disappear into the bathroom every day."

She looked at the floor.

"It's OK. I'll never touch you without your permission, OK?"

She smiled and nodded.

"So here you go," I said, handing over the vibrator. But as she
reached for it I pulled it back. "But today, do it right here,
and let me watch."

She frowned again.

"Your body is all natural and wonderful, and I love seeing it.
And when you're a big girl, when you feel good like that you do
it with a man watching. He'll love to see you feel good. And I'd
love to see you feel good too."

She frowned, but her eyes fixed on the vibrator, and any doubts
she had were pushed aside. She lay back on the bed on top of the
covers, head on the pillow and legs spread. I handed over the
vibrator, and rested my hands on her feet.

She turned it on and placed it right where it belonged, and
moaned as it made contact. Then she pulled it back and said, "It
is nicer on a bed than sitting on the toilet" with a little
smile.

I was delighted. A little smile and spontaneity from her!

My cock was stiff beyond stiff in my pants as I watched her face
slacken and the business end of the vibrator go right there,
between the lips, going up and down just a little. Here was a
girl, exposed and sexually aroused, seeking pleasure. Hips and
thighs gave little jerks, stayed still, jerked again... And then
her gasp and shudder marked her orgasm. My animal self wanted to
mount her, shove my cock between those lips, thrust, and complete
the mating act with my own orgasm. Yet... although she was
responding sexually like a big girl, she was in fact a little
girl, I reflected, eyeing the flat chest, the straight hips, and
the absence of one single hair on or near her pussy lips. I sort
of expected my cock to start softening when I observed that
reality -- but it didn't.

"I love watching you feel so good like that," I said.

She didn't get up right away. Perhaps afterglow was softening her
anxiety. "That's nice," she said with a little smile.

"Do you ever stick your finger in your vagina when you're doing
that?"

She shrugged and shook her head.

"Would you try it now -- for me?"

I thought she might use her pinky, but it was instead her middle
finger that she used. "Hunnh!" she said. "It's different. Wet in
there. I didn't pee..."

"That's a big girl thing. You know how this is all about making
babies? It gets wet so the penis can slide in and out smoothly."

She frowned and pulled the finger out, pulled her legs together
and left her hands joined over her privates.

"Doesn't matter until you're a big girl and feel like doing it,"
I said. "Big girls like the idea."

"I'm not going to," she said.

I stood up beside the bed, and she sat up.

"Do you know what this is?" I asked, pointing to the bulge in my
pants.

"Your thing?"

"Yes, but different. Let me take your hand so you can feel it."
When she resisted I said, "It's inside my pants, it won't bite."
She then let me take her small hand and place it against my cock.
"It's very hard."

"I thought it only got hard when a man was about to stick it in a
woman?" She said this without alarm, evidently feeling the
impossibility of this applying to her. It didn't feel the least
bit impossible to me.

"It's not a choice I make -- it's my body reacting. And when it
sees a female with naked parts, lying on a bed with legs apart,
that's close enough."

"Even if it's a little girl?"

"Even if it's a little girl -- at least when she's acting like a
big girl."

She stood up and started getting dressed.

"Next time you'll have to watch my part of things -- what my body
does."

"I don't wanna do that!"

"Well, OK, you don't need to. So say goodbye to the vibrator."

"Bye, vibrator," she said, then looked at me with a sour face.

"Well, OK then. You can go back to being a little girl. Maybe
that's best."

There was no harm in what had happened so far, I told myself. I
didn't make her do anything she wouldn't be doing anyway. She
didn't have to let me watch, she could just say no thank you to
the vibrator. And she seemed kind of relaxed about it towards the
end.

And now she'd said it was the end, so if she stuck to that we
were finished. That was clear. But the possibility disappointed
me -- the prospect of her never coming into my bedroom again like
that yawned as a cavernous disappointment.

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She didn't come the next afternoon, or the next. Images of her
neck came to my mind. So smooth, so perfect, right up to the
hairline. When she had her hair down it was mostly hidden, but
with a ponytail, more of it showed. There were the bumps where
her backbone was, but the rest was so smooth. It flared
gracefully on the way up to her chin and her hairline. Below it
flared just the perfect amount out to her shoulders. Her shoulder
blades too... how perfect they were... I mean everyone has
shoulder blades, and they're just part of the human body, but on
Bethany, there was something magical. I felt magical when I
thought about them.

Occasionally around the house I'd catch her staring at me with a
stony expression on her face. I overheard Anne say, "Bethany!
Your hand's in your panties again! You were doing so much
better!"

But on the third afternoon she knocked again. My heart started
pounding.

She walked in but didn't look up.

"You miss it?"

She nodded.

"A whole lot?"

She nodded again. "Why do I have to do that other stuff? I just
want the vibrator -- just for a couple minutes."

"I've explained that to you. You're acting like a big girl, and
I'm helping you feel good by lending you my vibrator. So I'm
saying if you want to do that, you need to give and not just
receive, and help me feel good like you feel good."

Her shoulders drooped.

"But OK, just this once, you can have it one last time, then you
can go back to being a little girl again."

She took the vibrator without looking up and disappeared into the
bathroom with it as usual, then returned it and left.

Would she actually stay away? I cared a whole lot, and I didn't
want her to stay away.

Two days later she was back. Yes! She sighed. "OK, what do I have
to do this time?"

Perhaps ten seconds had elapsed from her knock on the door to her
finishing that utterance, but that was plenty of time for my cock
to get mostly hard.

"Today you get to appreciate the male body. Big girls are excited
by male bodies. You get to see my head all the time, and my arms
and hands." I smiled, then wiggled my fingers.

I'd had hours to rehearse and refine just how I was going to do
this. I removed my socks and shoes, and wiggled my toes. "See?
Male feet." I took off my T-shirt. "See? A male chest." I turned
around. "And a male back too." I took off my jeans. "Male legs."

She looked like she was maybe suppressing a smile behind her
frown. If she spotted the huge bulge in my briefs she didn't seem
to focus on it.

"What am I forgetting? Have I left anything out? Hmmm." I turned
away from her and pulled down my underpants. "That is a male
butt," I said, wiggling it back and forth a little. "And then,
finally, there is this..." I turned around, my engorged cock
pointing straight at her. She stared.

I tried to look at my junk with her eyes. Circumcised. Lots of
hair, a scrotum containing two balls. But mostly a stiff,
straight shaft, pointed right at her. Just five inches, and kind
of skinny (as two less-than-diplomatic women had noted), but she
had no standard of comparison.

"Meet Mr. Penis and his sidekicks, Testicle A and Testicle B." I
lifted them up to show underneath. "Notice, also, no vagina. Not
even any lips like girls have. Just flesh all the way back to my
butt hole."

She was still frowning, but I could also see some genuine
curiosity through the frown.

"Usually Mr. Penis is small. But when he sees a sexy female, this
happens." I held my hand beside my penis. First I held my index
finger straight down, then lifted it gradually until it was
parallel to the much larger penis beside it. "It happens because
I'm a man and I'm programmed to really want to make babies. And I
do that my sticking this into a woman's vagina, thrusting in and
out a few times, and then shooting stuff out."

She looked attentive, but also confused and uncomfortable.

"You, Miss Bethany, get urges and stick your hand in your panties
to rub to get more good feelings. You really, really want to do
it, to get those sexy good feelings. I want to get my own good
feelings just as much. And when you get the vibrator and stick it
against your private parts, those good feelings grow and grow
until you get your incredible rush of pure pleasure and feel
satisfied. For a male, what feels as good as a vibrator is
sliding his penis into a tight, hot, wet vagina and thrusting
till the stuff comes out. I'll demonstrate, but... could you
please pull your jeans down?"

She shook her head.

"I'm not going to touch you! Sorry if I gave you that idea. I
just want to see the female part I'd love to get into -- just a
little is fine. Panties too... There, that's good."

Bethany's face now showed more curiosity than frown.

"Now I'll pretend that my fingers here are a vagina. But I'm
thinking about your vagina over there, inside those lips. And the
penis goes in, and then out, then in and out over and over..." I
fucked my hand. "It feels better and better, and then..." I
groaned. The first glob of sperm shot out and landed on the floor
three feet away, the second a foot away, and the others dribbled
straight down. I had turned so I wasn't aimed straight at her,
and it was a wooden floor that would clean up easily enough.

"That felt absolutely fantastic," I said, "just like when you use
the vibrator. And if that happened inside an adult woman, all
that goopy sperm could make her pregnant and start a new life."

Her face showed disgust, as if she smelled something rotten.

"It may seem gross, but the only reason you exist is because your
daddy did that inside your mommy. And when he did it, she had a
good feeling like you do with the vibrator. And the only way you,
or Anne, or Caitlin exist is because she wanted men to do that in
her vagina. And since it only 'takes' now and then, she probably
got men to do that inside her hundreds of times."

She squirmed and turned away. "That is so gross! ... and messy
too..."

"True, it's normal that you'd think it's gross. And messy. But
when a man does it inside a vagina, the vagina captures it all
and it doesn't make a mess." I used tissues to clean my cock and
my hand, then knelt to clean up the blobs from the wood floor.
"And now if you look you can see my penis shrinking back to its
little state."

She looked and nodded, pulling up her panties and jeans

"And now you may use the vibrator if you want."

She took it and headed for the door.

"No, here, where I can watch."

She sighed, and looked me in the eye as she pulled the jeans and
panties down to her ankles, then lay back on the bed with legs
spread. I stood beside the bed.

"I'm curious, is your vagina wet?"

She investigated. "Yeah, a little."

"It's a big girl reaction. You see a man and your vagina starts
getting ready for sex. Getting ready to take it inside."

As she applied the vibrator, she glanced over to see my cock
pulsing back to its fully erect state. She closed her eyes, but
then opened them again to take in the sight of the phallus, then
closed them again, then over the course of a minute did her
twitching and moaning and gasping, ending with the shudder of
orgasm. I had started quietly stroking myself, and when she came
I did too, catching the blobs of sperm with my left hand.

When she opened her eyes and saw what had happened, she didn't
seem too surprised. She was getting the picture.

"Now there's one more thing you can do for me, if you're
willing." I opened my left hand and my voice became soft. "Could
you put this sperm where it belongs? Please?"

She considered. "Will it hurt me, or itch or anything?"

"No, not at all."

"Can I... use the vibrator again, right now?"

"No! I'm afraid it might be hard to stop. I don't know what
happens if you use it twice in a row. I'm not sure it's safe."

"Oh," she said, thinking again about sperm in her vagina. "I
dunno... no, I don't wanna do that."

I didn't like that at all! "You can take the vibrator into the
bathroom the next two times without doing anything if you do it,"
I quickly added.

And with that she cautiously took a little blob of sperm in her
finger and approached her crotch.

"Hold it open with the other hand so I can see it going in," I
said.

She did as I asked, and I saw her spermy finger go up into her
little hole and come back out again, mostly sperm free. And then
another, and yet another fingerful went up inside. My cock was
rapidly getting hard again, as I thought of sperm actually
swimming around in her vagina. It was so hot!

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When Bethany arrived the next day, I was true to my word. She
took the vibrator into the bathroom and emerged a minute later,
but she held my gaze for a couple seconds as she returned it to
me.

The next day, to my great surprise, she said, "I'd just as soon
do it here, on a bed. Even if you are watching."

"OK," I said, confused. "But... I might get so excited I have
to..." I made a jerking off motion with my hand.

"It really feels as good to you as when I use the vibrator?"

"Yes!"

"Then, OK, but don't make me do anything."

So as she lay back I fished my stiff cock out of my pants and
started stroking. I wasn't making her do anything, but she still
glanced over a couple times to see me stroking. I tried to last
as long as she did, but she seemed to take extra time, and kept
glancing at me. I groaned when I couldn't hold off any longer,
catching the sperm with my left hand. She heard, opened her eyes,
and I thought I caught the faint touch of lust in her eyes. She
then shut those eyes and her own orgasm seized her a few seconds
later.

The next day she knew the agenda was mine again. "This time I
think we should both get naked and lie on the bed next to each
other. That's the way big girls and boys do it, you know.
Probably you've seen movies."

She didn't object, and actually smiled as she saw my big hairy
body with stiff cock lie to the left side of her little girl body
with its smooth, pure skin, and the hairless little slit that
kept its secrets.

I caressed her with my right arm -- arms and chest and stomach. I
kissed her cheek. I didn't expect her to offer her lips for a
kiss and she didn't. I wanted to caress all the major parts of
her so that none would feel left out, but naturally my hand was
drawn to her lower parts. I rubbed the inside of her thighs
firmly, up and down, but my upward caresses soon stopped at her
slit.

"Can I try rubbing it, like you do with your hand in your
panties? To make you feel good?"

She looked uncertain. "I always tried not to, but I always
did..."

"Oh, don't worry about that...I mean, yeah, it's better not to do
it in public, but wanting to feel good is just fine. But be sure
to tell me how I'm doing. I don't have your parts so I don't know
what feels good."

She had a relaxed smile as I caressed her slit and began rubbing.
"How is it?"

She considered a moment. "Different, but... more fun because
you're doing it? That's weird... but maybe that's a big girl
thing?"

"Absolutely! I... I could try with the vibrator too?"

"OK," she said. As I reached for it I said, "When I spurt this
time it's going to go right onto your tummy, OK?"

"OK... but if I'm such a big girl it's a 'stomach', not a
'tummy'." She had an impish smile. I smiled too. She grinned. I
grinned.

I did my best with the vibrator. She clearly felt excited, but
after a minute or so she grabbed it and did it herself. When it's
time for the real thing, you want it to be just right. I could
understand that.

I stroked myself, but just a little. I didn't want to come before
her this time. But as I felt her approaching her orgasm my
excitement built. She shuddered and came. Seconds later my gobs
of sperm shot out onto her stomach.

She was initially startled by the touch and looked, but then
smiled.

After a shudder and smile she said, "I suppose you want this in
my vagina too?"

"Yes, oh yes!" I whispered, then said, "but... could I use my
finger this time?"

"I guess..."

"Well, we can try and if you want me to stop just say and I'll
stop instantly?"

"OK".

I used my little finger to get a big creamy gob. She held herself
open below, and I raised myself onto my left elbow to see the
miracle unfolding between her legs. I saw my little finger touch
her 5-year-old girl tissues and then slide up inside. One knuckle
in and it felt like heaven. I shuddered with pleasure. The next
fingerful I dared to press in a knuckle and a half, very gently
at the end.

"So a man is putting sperm in my vagina, just like I was a big
girl," she said thoughtfully.

"That part's just like a big girl," I agreed. I got two knuckles
in when I started feeling a bit of resistance, and she said,
"Yeah, that's enough. I mean, deep enough."

I took that as permission to finger every sticky bit of my
copious ejaculation up inside her. It didn't all fit, and later
insertions forced out the earlier ones to make a creamy coating
of her inner lips.

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I always had to be prepared for the idea that Bethany might
decide not to come again. Between times images of her came to my
mind. For instance, the part of her between her tummy and her
upper thighs -- what magnificence! Of course as a female she
looked different from a male would, but she was also so different
from adult women. Her hips were narrow, there was no hint of the
hair that would grow in the area when she got older. Just the
finest tiny hairs that we all have over the skin we call
hairless. There was the hint of a mound, but far more subtle and
elegant than the ones grown women had. Her lips -- how could
anything in nature be so perfect? Convex in two dimensions, just
the right amount. And between them, the slit. Right in the
center, long enough but not too long. And what was inside was
almost more exciting when it was hidden than when it was on
display. I shook my head to clear it. Why was I having such
thoughts about the simple biology of a girl? It wasn't like
Bethany looked different from any other 5-year-old, was it? But
still...

"What I'd really like to do is get up on top of you like we would
if we were really having sex, and press my tip right there
against your opening, so the sperm goes straight in."

"That's weird!"

"But you're acting like a big girl, and that's what big girls do.
Get men to get up on top of them... We can't do it while you're
using the vibrator, so we'll do it when you're done." So I waited
until she was done and then started mounting.

"No, that's gross!" she said, twisting her body away from me.

I was sorely disappointed. I would of course never do anything
she didn't want.

The next time as her excitement was building I grabbed the
vibrator and pulled it away.

"Oh, no... give it to me!" she said, reaching out with her hand.

"I get to do what I want first," I said. "Then you can finish
up."

She looked at me reproachfully and sighed. "Well, OK, if you have
to. Just don't make me wait long!"

I mounted, eyes blazing with lust. She held herself open, I
kissed my tip right against her opening, and I started rubbing.
She would not have to wait long. Looking at my blond angel naked
beneath me was amazing. Little legs spread, vaginal lips held
apart, my cock right where it wanted to go in. It took a lot of
self-control not to try to push inside, and never more than the
moment when my orgasm was upon me and I started pumping gobs of
sperm into her, one after another.

Totally satisfied, I dismounted and lay on my back beside her.

"The vibrator, the vibrator!" she said.

"Oh, yeah," said I, reaching for it and holding it out to her.

I didn't pay any attention, but was confident she would get her
own massive pleasure and release.

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"I want to lick you down there first," I said.

"Ewww! Yuck! Why would you want to do that?"

"Well, partly women think it feels really good. And partly it's
because I love that part of you so much I want to taste it and
honor it and tell you how great it is."

She didn't agree to it that first day I mentioned it, but with
the threat of withholding access to the vibrator, she did the
next day. I agreed to stop the instant she said to, but she never
did.

When we stopped, I asked her how it was. She said she first
struggled with the idea I'd really want to kiss her in that dirty
place, then realized it felt really good, and that gradually
pushed away any bad feelings about my mouth on that dirty place.

I asked if she would be willing to rub my penis to get the goop
to come out. She didn't resist that suggestion much at all. So
there was her little hand, rubbing up and down on my stiff male
shaft, and behind the little hand, the whole little girl body --
bare chest, bare legs ... her legs were together and to the side,
so I wasn't seeing her sexy parts, but I knew they were there,
and that was fine. Her beautiful little face, concentrating on
the task. So beautiful...

I gasped and the first spurt shot out, and she instantly withdrew
her hand. I loved the idea that she had done it willingly, but
the idea of the thing was more satisfying than the actual
experience.

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So on a regular basis, I got to use my hand and come while
looking at my little girl angel. It was magnificent.

But I wanted to get inside. She had used her hand, sort of
imitating insides. I didn't especially want to put it in her
mouth, and anal has never held any interest for me. I was focused
on her vagina. I had already arranged to stick my tip right
against the opening and shoot the sperm inside -- I did that over
and over. But what I really wanted was actually get my cock into
that vagina.

I was dimly aware that this was unreasonable. She was only 5
years old, and her vagina wasn't grown up yet -- not that I knew
on exactly what schedule a vagina grows up -- they don't talk
about that in sex ed.

But I realized this desire wasn't new with Bethany -- it had been
with me my entire adult life. My first girlfriend where we did
sexy things wasn't ready for intercourse. I could thrust against
her stomach and come that way, or she would use her hand -- but
it wasn't enough. I was getting off, but not the way I really
wanted to and needed to. I gathered that other guys didn't feel
so strongly about it. Some even preferred to get a blow job --
and while I liked blow jobs OK, it was only as an occasional
diversion from real sex -- which was penis in vagina.

Yeah, I was like the guy in prison, stuck with a small girl
rather than a big one. And I was getting an awful lot of sexy
satisfaction, but not the kind I really wanted. Part of me knew
it wasn't maybe realistic, but the strongest part just really
wanted to get into her vagina.

"What about putting it inside your vagina?" I said. "I know it's
not quite big enough, but if you stretch it it will get bigger.
Try two fingers."

She made a halfhearted effort. "No, it hurts," she said, holding
out her hand for the vibrator. I gave it to her.

I raised the topic again, but got the same result.

I tried various arguments.

"You know, your vagina has only one purpose -- to take a penis."

"Do you want to be a little girl when you could be a big girl? A
big girl lets a man put his penis in her vagina -- she really
wants it!"

"Most girls can't find a man to help them learn to use their
vaginas when they're five."

"Big girls and women say it hurts them the first time too. You'll
just get the hurt out of the way now instead of later."

"I just... I just want to so much. It doesn't have to get in very
far!"

No. The answer to all of them was no. All the time.

But I knew I shouldn't withhold the vibrator because she didn't
do that. I wasn't even really sure it was possible. But it must
be, right?

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I grabbed the vibrator out of her hand as she was approaching
climax.

"Two fingers, try two fingers, and I'll give it back."

She tried two fingers. "Ouch!" she said as they barely started
in.

I gave it back.

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"We could pretend doggy-style too."

"Doggy-style?"

"You ever see two dogs having sex?"

"No."

I explained how the position worked and I explained one big
advantage... she could use the vibrator at the same time as I
pressed my penis against her opening.

We tried it.

From the rear, while she was pleasuring herself with the
vibrator, I could nestle my tip right into that heavenly space
while I came. It was great.

I thought about maybe stretching her vagina that way. Maybe her
ecstasy would be so intense that she wouldn't notice, or it
wouldn't even hurt? I really shouldn't...

But as orgasm approached one day, lust overwhelming me, I also
thought of how I was annoyed that she didn't even really try to
stretch herself. I pressed harder than usual when I came... it's
hard for a guy to control himself at the moment of climax

"Ouch!"

"Oh, sorry, sorry," I groaned, panting.

"That hurt!"

"I know, I know." She was coming the instant I had pressed, and
even her orgasm hadn't been enough to dull the discomfort.

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My mood kept getting worse. She could make it work if she really
wanted to, I decided. I really, really wanted to penetrate her.
The guys in prison penetrated their partners even though they
didn't have a vagina...

She had come into my room and I locked the door behind her.

I sat on the bed, legs crossed, and frowned at her.

"You can't use my vibrator any more unless you try harder with
your vagina."

"I've tried. It doesn't work!"

"I don't think you've tried hard enough."

Her gaze turned murderous. "I hate you!" She left.

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Three days went by. Three days of agony for me.

Those same images came to me -- the perfect calves, the perfect
thighs, the perfect neck, and the perfect private parts -- oh so
perfect, at least on the outside. And naturally her perfect face
-- those clear eyes, the lovely cheeks, her little nose. But I
also saw the anger and disapproval there that I had been seeing
more of lately. Damned if that wasn't perfect too! But we were in
a contest of wills. I was sure I was right. It would be easy for
her and would mean so much to me. Perfect girl.

But then she came in again, looking cross.

"Are you still going to make me do that stupid thing that hurts?"

"Yes."

Her expression changed to pleading. "I miss the vibrator so much!
Please!"

"No."

"No matter how much I rub I can never finish up!"

I just looked at her, frowning.

"Why do you care so much for something stupid like that! You have
a good time and shoot out the baby stuff!"

"I just care very much. I'm a man and that's the way I am. Your
vagina should be stretchy enough if you weren't such a sissy."

She punched me then. I was taken off guard and it actually hurt
my stomach a little. And there she was, flailing away with her
fists. But when I was prepared she could do no harm. I quickly
had her face down on the bed, her right arm twisted up behind
her.

"I should just pull your panties down and do it now, no matter
how much it hurts!" I said.

She squirmed beneath me and groaned.

"But I won't. Three fingers. If you can get three fingers in it
should be big enough."

When we had calmed down, she said, "You want one thing, then
another, then another. If I do that you'll want something even
more!"

"No, no! That's not true. If I get this it's all I'll ever want!
I promise!"

She looked at me suspiciously.

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Three days later, she came in the room and locked the door behind
her.

Looking daggers at me, she pulled down her pants and underpants.
She lay on the bed and spread her legs wide. And she proceeded to
put three fingers in her vagina. Not very far, but in. And she
winced as she did it.

"Oh, Bethany, that's wonderful!" I said. "That's so great!"

She stuck her tongue out at me. "Gimme!" She held out her hand. I
produced the vibrator and her face relaxed in relief when the
vibrating tip touched her lips. A minute later she convulsed and
then lay panting.

Then she sighed, lay back, and said with resignation, "So go
ahead and do it to me like I'm a big girl." She put her arm
across her eyes.

"Oh, Bethany, I didn't want it to be like this," I said. "What
if... what if when you catch your breath we do it doggy style
while you're using the vibrator again. So your body is thinking
just the sexiest thoughts it can think, and if it hurts a little
it won't hurt so much."

"Again? I can use it again?"

I'd never let her before. But I'd looked online and confirmed
that repeated vibrator use was not dangerous.

"I know you're mad, but you did what I wanted and I'm so
grateful!" I said.

She didn't move.

I turned the vibrator on and applied it between her legs, for
just a few seconds.

She removed her arm and sat up, and I saw maybe even the touch of
a smile.

"Naked, I said. "We've got to be naked." We were both very adept
at getting naked, and in under a minute she was in doggy position
and the vibrator was in position and she sighed contentedly. I
lost little time in holding her inner lips apart with my fingers
and applying my stiff cock tip to the opening. I pressed. I
pressed harder. I could tell it was different. The tip went in a
little.

"Ow," she said, but not too loud. This was followed by a little
gasp of pleasure, as the vibrator went about doing its job.

Then my cock tip went in a little more, and and then I felt the
ring of muscles around her vaginal opening -- I felt them on the
sides of my tip, with the tip of the tip inside -- in the
opening. That was what it meant to be "in", to get past that
ring. It was amazing.

"Oh, my God!" I gasped. "Oh my God, oh my God!" I thrust with
fast little strokes, but it only took a few seconds before I
pressed in a little more and spurted. The contractions forcing
the first two shots out were intense enough it hurt a little. It
must have been ten gobs, but as the last dribbled out I pulled
back and lay flat on my back, panting. I heard her gasp a few
seconds later, and then she was beside me, also breathing hard.

"Oh, Bethany, oh Bethany!" said, kissing her all over her face
and hair.

She smiled a little. "You really wanted it so bad..." she mused.

"Did it hurt? Does it still hurt?"

"Not really. Not bad. Not worse than when you rip a band-aid
off."

"Oh, I'm so glad it isn't too bad!" I said. "That's all I want,
really!"

She paused a moment. "I think it's maybe even better the second
time," she said. "There's no tension, so it just feels good."

I realized she was talking about the second orgasm with the
vibrator.

"Want to see what three is like?"

She didn't answer but grinned.

We resumed our position and I slid my cock in. It went easier and
there was no "Ow" from my partner.

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Having enlarged her vagina to be like a big girl, Bethany was
proud.

"My vagina only has one purpose, you know, and I'm glad I can be
using it instead of just having it sit their doing nothing... It
hurts big girls the first time they do it, and I just got the
hurt out of the way now so I don't have to do it later! ... I'm
so glad to have you to show me how to use my vagina while I'm
still a little girl." These ideas sounded familiar.

She shuddered with orgasm number one, then turned the vibrator
off and smiled at me. She lay on her back with legs spread wide.
I mounted, entered her and began thrusting. Bethy's hot, wet
pussy hugged me tightly. I just made little thrusts but they felt
magnificent. It was so exciting I could never last too long, and
in under a minute, I ejaculated. The spurts surged into the upper
part of her vagina that wasn't big enough for my cock yet. They
went into my sweet little Bethany. I pulled back with a goofy
grin and lay beside her. She applied the vibrator again for a
second orgasm. When she had recovered from that she turned on her
side to face me.

"You really did want to get your thing into me... you weren't
just being mean."

"Oh, yes, I really did. And I feel bad for what I made you go
through."

"But you're right. If I was just an ordinary little girl I just
would have never bothered with that silly vibrator again." She
looked at it in her hand. "So I was a big enough girl to really
want it, so it was right I should try to be a proper big girl and
let you in."

"Did it hurt really bad, getting the three fingers in?"

"It kept hurting when I tried to press in gently. So in
frustration that night -- I thought of how mad I was at you -- I
just poked really hard with two fingers. Yeah, it really hurt,
but they went in. I thought it must be bleeding when it hurt like
that but it wasn't. The next morning it wasn't so sore. That
night I poked in really fast with three fingers and that hurt
too, not quite as bad. And it was sore, but no bleeding then
either. And by the next night it wasn't really very sore. So the
next day, when I got to feeling sexy and rubbed myself down there
and started feeling warm, and kept feeling warm and itchy and
sexy, and knew I'd never finish unless I could have the vibrator
-- then I came to see you. And then it hurt again when you
actually poked your penis in, but not so bad since that vibrator
was making me feel wonderful... I wish I'd done all of it with
the vibrator."

"I gave you plenty of chances!"

"I know, I know..." She paused. "And you haven't asked me for
anything else. You said you wouldn't. Are you going to?"

"No! Like I said, that was all I wanted!"

She smiled. We rested a minute.

"But you know what?" she said.

"What?"

"I love to see you so excited and feel your thing going in and
out. I love seeing you so happy but it feels good too. Down
there. The in and out feels good. Nothing like the vibrator, but
good enough to be good, if that makes sense."

"My big girl!" I said.

"And all the mess stays right up inside me."

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So the conflict was over.

When Bethany and I brought our naked bodies together in the
afternoon, our sex organs joined, the vibrator did its magic, and
we both had fine orgasms. After resting a bit, we both wanted it
again, so we did it again. Sometimes doggy style, sometimes in
sequence in the old missionary position, where either she came
first or I did.

I never wanted more. Never dreamed of anal, didn't care if she
didn't want to give me oral. My cock was in my girl, doing what
the male wants to do to his female, doing just what it takes to
start a baby, and that was that. She was satisfying the powerful
lust that had somehow awakened in her at the age of five. And she
was enough in touch with her big girl side that my pleasure and
doing it to her made it even better for her than with just the
vibrator.

Over time her vagina opened a little more and got deeper, so I
could go in with longer strokes, and I treasured every extra
millimeter I got.

It was a real hardship to be stuck in a tiny Minnesota town --
the vast majority of it inside one tiny house -- for months as
the pandemic raged outside. That's what I had thought. But when I
thought of what we were doing every afternoon, I realized it
wasn't so bad. This part of life was good, and on a little
thought I realized that meant life was good. It was just fine, in
fact. Career and long-term plans were on hold, but the moment
held great joy. And life is what happens while you're making
other plans.

I slowly realized that this wasn't like guys doing it in prison
because there was no one else around. My lust for little Bethany
was genuine and strong -- stronger than for adult women. That
made me unusual, I realized. There was a word for people like
that, but surely it didn't apply to me...

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And how did I manage to have Bethany disappearing into my bedroom
for up to an hour most afternoons without arousing suspicion?

Part of the answer was reading. I had agreed to work with Bethany
on learning to read. And we did, some, now and then. I also had
agreed to work with Anne on math, but she would have none of
that. So I just worked with Bethany on reading. There was no
explanation for why the door was locked.

"My mom asked me if everything was OK with you. She asked if I
was enjoying our lessons. She said she hoped so because she
really needed the money from you living here."

"And what did you say?"

"I said they were going just fine." She smiled at me.

It was an odd thing to ask. I wondered if she had suspicions.

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Interlude. The Nightmare

My sex offender treatment counselor looked up from the stapled
printout of my story.

"So, that's a plenty detailed description of what it was like for
you. What does it mean?"

"What does it mean?"

"What do you make of the story now, in terms of right and wrong,
whether you'd do it again if you got the chance?"

"Oh, oh yes, OK. I did a really selfish thing. There's no excuse
for ever doing anything sexual with an underage child. Bethany
might suffer with this for the rest of her life." I tried to
sound contrite. I was contrite, wasn't I? Or getting there.
Bethany had refused to tell her story until they promised her she
could keep the vibrator.

"Can you trace your cognitive distortions over time?"

"Well, there was nothing wrong with observing that Bethany had
her hand in her pants all the time. And I don't think there was
anything wrong with asking her about it and expressing my
sympathy. As for the vibrator... is it a crime to give a girl a
vibrator?"

"Not completely sure, but it's a very bad look for anything that
happens after."

"I was just letting her borrow it at first, but maybe that's
almost as bad. If I'd just given it to her then her mother would
have found it and would have taken it away. Or maybe just kept it
for herself." I smiled briefly, then sobered up.

"But the real trouble began when I starting asking for something
in return. That was the first really big problem. I told her that
in using the vibrator she was being a big girl, and big girls
should give back. That's a self-serving lie. Most little girls
don't have vibrators, but if they do, they are entitled to use
them however they want, with no strings attached."

The counselor nodded gravely.

"I don't think there was anything really wrong with my
fantasizing about her when I was all alone -- fantasies should be
free. At least as long as they don't lead you to do bad things in
real life."

She nodded. "That's a danger we should never overlook... What
specifically did you mislead Bethany about?"

"Well, I was correct in telling her the basic facts of life. And
correct in telling her that the reason nature has designed us to
feel sexual pleasure is to help us want to make babies. I was
stretching things quite a bit to imply that a woman having a
penis in her vagina would make her have big orgasms like that.
It's far from a sure thing, and usually other stimulation is
required. But what feels like the biggest problem to me was
making her do all those other things as a price of getting to use
the vibrator. That was really bad. But the fact that she did them
-- including enlarging her vagina in a rather painful manner --
was also pretty astonishing. As a man I don't know what makes a
vibrator feel good, but that one must be something really
special."

"What's the exact make and model?" the counselor asked. As I told
her, I could swear she was suppressing a smile, and almost
succeeding.

"I didn't mean any harm. I mean, I know that's not saying much,
but it's better than trying to hurt someone."

She shrugged. "Well, sure. Wanting to hurt her would be better
than killing her too. But that's not what we're talking about.
What you did was wrong and harmful and unacceptable."

"Oh, absolutely!" I hurriedly concurred. I was about to say that
I really loved Bethany. And I knew it was true, but I also knew
it was not something the counselor would want to hear.

"She did seem to feel some real affection for me, but I realize
that wasn't actually helpful. It's easier to come to terms with
abuse if your abuser is mean to you -- at least it can be, that's
what I've heard."

The counselor nodded.

"Anyway, I know I did an awful thing. If I ever do get out of
here I'd surely never do anything like that again. I would stay
miles away from any girls and run away if they approached me."

"Good to hear, but I doubt that will be a problem. I think your
civil commitment is probably good for life when you finish your
prison term."

Just comeuppance for an awful crime, that's what I've got. I used
terrible judgment. But what's done is done. And sometimes when I
think of how it felt when my cock first got through into her
pussy, those quick little strokes and the immense pleasure and
satisfaction of that first time I really got into her and did it
to her -- I think maybe it was worth it. Then I think of my
future -- behind bars for the rest of my days -- and I know it
wasn't.

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Part 2

I had been at the house for eight months. Bethany had turned
seven. The lock-down from the virus was coming to an end. The
natural thing for me to do was to go back to New York and resume
my career there. Say goodbye to the Andersen family. I had laid
out the basic situation to Mary.

But in many ways I enjoyed the company of the Andersens more than
my friends in New York. No pretense here. They were thankful for
small favors. In New York, the women especially were so
different. Picky, demanding, wanting it all -- maybe a child some
day. Possibly two. Three unthinkable. Wanting a nice place,
though rents were astronomical. If I stayed in Minnesota, I could
still work remotely for a little while at least.

What I could not explain to Mary was my relationship with Bethany
-- how important it was to me. I realized that as long as I could
have Bethany, I would find a way to stay. But my secret wouldn't
last much longer.

Mary arranged to meet me in the kitchen late at night for a
conversation.

She produced a pair of Bethany's underpants and held them out to
me. "Smell these," she said.

I took them. They smelled of semen, unmistakably. They were still
moist. She must have just put them in the laundry when she went
to bed.

"I.... I, um."

"Yeah, you should be embarrassed, or worse."

I nodded, looking down.

"You could go to prison for a long, long time."

I nodded again, heart pounding.

"But here's the thing. I talked to Bethany about it at bed time,
and she seems happy. Much happier than before you came. It goes
against everything we've been taught, the idea you might be
anything but a monster if you do stuff like that with her." She
paused. "She described very fondly this vibrator you let her
use." She chuckled. "And it does seem to have solved her problem
with masturbating in public."

I managed a weak smile. "You're welcome to use it if you like."

"No, thanks," she said. She didn't want anything to do with it.
She had the traditional Minnesota attitude that sex toys weren't
wholesome or natural.

"I've thought about it this evening. Who am I to intervene if two
people are happy together? I know she'd be disappointed if you
left."

"I don't have to leave -- if you don't want. I could stay and
continue to work remotely."

"Really? I wondered if you might consider that... But there is a
problem. I haven't wanted to talk about it -- you're the renter,
and my problems are my problems. But the way things have worked
out, what you've done with Bethany, you're not just a renter any
more."

"I guess that's right."

"I can't afford the rent on this house. I dunno if we can find a
trailer to cram into somehow, or maybe we'll be homeless. And I
got debt."

I saw where this was going. Maybe it was all true, maybe she was
exaggerating. "I've been paying one-fifty a week for my room. I
think that's too low. I think eight hundred would be a fairer
price. Actually, a thousand -- no, fourteen hundred -- that
sounds right."

Her surprise showed in her eyes momentarily. Then she said, "That
would be much appreciated."

"As for debt, if you need a loan I could loan you some money too,
until you sort all that out."

She breathed a sigh of relief. "You got five thousand? That kind
of money?"

"Yeah, I can manage that kind of money -- barely," I quickly
added. I didn't want her to think I was rich or something.
Compared to her, I was, though.

"With school starting up again, there's this worry about Bethany
telling someone about what you two or are up to, or even just
letting it slip. But I told her that if anyone found out you'd
have to move out -- and take the vibrator with you. That got her
attention. I hope we're safe on that score... God, I hope I'm
doing the right thing."

We all agreed that we could move a cot for Bethany into my room,
so the other two sisters would have more space in their room.
Sure, it was an unusual sleeping arrangement, but not so unusual
in the sticks of Minnesota. Not enough that it would cause
trouble if Caitlin mentioned it at school.

In fact, of course, Bethany slept in my bed. She was OK with
sleeping naked, so I could admire her beautiful girl form at any
hour of the night. And I could do my naughty business in her
vagina if she could have a good-night orgasm from the vibrator.
And she could just fall asleep where she was when she was done.
We matched up my excursions into her vagina with her shuddering
vibrator orgasms, pretty much one to one. That kept her from
getting addicted, since I had to take a rest to let my
sperm-delivery system recharge. It also gave her plenty of
incentive to seduce me.

Anne knew what was going on -- at least she knew we were having
sex of some kind, though she didn't know the details. At first
her reaction was limited to snide remarks and dirty looks. Her
mom had probably told her how they all depended on me
financially.

Soon I had to find a different job. The new company was based in
Minneapolis, but I could still work remotely, just driving into
the city for a few days every month or two. It paid less than my
previous job, but my living expenses were far less.

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A couple years went by. I was happy. Very, very happy.

Shortly after she turned eight, Bethany got restless.

"They told us in school today about pedophiles, and how they like
to do stuff with girls' private parts. And how we must never,
ever let them. Then I realized they were talking about you!"

"I guess that's right, isn't it..."

"And they said we should tell a parent or trusted grown-up friend
if anything like that happens. What happens if I tell?"

I gulped. "They ask you lots of questions, and try to get you to
see how evil I am. And then they send me to prison for a long,
long time."

"That doesn't seem right! I mean, you gave me the vibrator to
use."

"Doesn't matter what you think... once they find out that's what
they do. And I'm pretty sure they'll take the vibrator away."

"Oh," said Bethy, looking thoughtful. I had a hunch that would
mean she'd never tell.

"So... are you evil?"

"I don't know. I know I don't mean any harm, but... everyone
would agree I shouldn't have made you do things to get to use a
vibrator."

"I'm happy to be a big girl now. I'm happy my vagina can hug your
penis and make you feel so good."

"Oh, I'm so glad to hear that. But... you can always stop, you
know. And you can keep using the vibrator."

The next time my cock bottomed out her pussy and I started
thrusting, she brought her head up to whisper in my ear,
"Pervert! Sicko! Pedophile!"

I paused and looked at her, and was relieved that she had an
impish smile. I could have retaliated with words like "Slut!" and
"Whore!" but didn't want to -- and it wouldn't serve my purposes
either.

"I'm... I'm just a man who wants to start a baby inside you --
just maybe when you're a little younger than most men would." I
tried to smile, but I'm not sure it was convincing.

"Ah, go ahead, pervert. Get your happies! Pee out the baby-making
goop way up inside. That's what you want most. That's what you
always want..."

I nodded, thrust with greater urgency, and completed the mating
act with ecstasy.

Bethy at first didn't change our rhythms. She still thought one
orgasm for her and one for me was a fair trade. But then now and
then she'd just use the vibrator to have another orgasm and not
invite me into her intimate spaces. Once she went down that path,
she kept going. She used the vibrator eight times in a row one
afternoon, but a few hours later said it was too much and I
shouldn't let her do that again.

Another early change is that she didn't like to hug and snuggle
so much. And she started sleeping in her own bed. She still
suggested sex, but I noticed a gradual shift. Instead of just
being happy she could make me happy, she looked at me with more
detachment. Perhaps recording in her mind what it was like to
have a pervert shoving his penis in and out of her vagina.

She didn't tell me that the last time we had sex would be the
last time, but in retrospect I thought I could feel the
difference, the way she was very quiet and just looked at me.

She never slept in my bed any more. She still used the vibrator,
but told me not to watch. She did it under the covers. Maybe she
started doing it when I wasn't around. Was I mistaken, or was she
skipping a day sometimes? I verified this by leaving a very
subtle sign, like two tiny dust motes on the vibrator tip. And
sure enough it got so that it was unchanged for days at a time.

It somehow got less addictive as she got older. I was curious
what was going on with her, but it was no longer part of our
relationship for me to ask.

I missed the sex, and I missed the snuggling. I missed her
innocence. But most of all I just missed Bethany. I missed her
uncomplicated positive feelings for me. I was in love with
Bethany. She never loved me the same way -- no little girl gets
that sort of adult feeling. But my love for her felt answered by
her guileless affection for me. And now I was no longer getting
that. My love went unanswered.

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The main thing holding me in Minnesota was disappearing. I
thought about New York. The noise, the activity, the so-called
vibrancy of the place -- none of it seemed very important. If I
got nostalgic for something like a picnic in Central Park, there
were a variety of YouTube videos to remind me. Every art show and
most plays ended up on YouTube. And when I thought of the women,
there were some fond memories -- but mostly what I remembered was
hassle, restlessness, long tense conversations, and anxiety.

Anne at 15 was all grown up. Her attitude towards me suddenly
changed. She began to smile and hang out where I was. I was
treated to long looks up her skirt or at her chest as she leaned
over without a bra on. Anne was definitely hot.

I decided to talk to Mary about it. She smiled. "Anne and I both
know that with Bethany no longer, uh, meeting your needs, there's
not much to hold you here. And, I hate to say it, but we depend
on you for the money. Around here, chances are good Anne'll get
knocked up by some local boy in a year or two. That's how it was
with me. You would be a terrific catch." She laughed. "Want to
marry Anne? She'll adore you and treat you like a wife's supposed
to. Unlike those New York girls you talk about, she'll have as
many of your babies as you want."

I thought about it. I gently told Anne that I noticed how she was
behaving, and I was honored and flattered and thought she was
wonderful and sexy, but I had some thinking to do. Mary had to
explain to her that I wasn't just making excuses. New Yorkers
were sometimes like that. They didn't always just hop in bed with
someone because they're sexy. I thought long and hard.

Part of the problem was Caitlin. From the beginning she had been
friendly and affectionate and accepted me as part of the family.
I was happy to let her snuggle or crawl over me when she felt
like it. We played games together. As she got to the age of 4 I
was aware of the fact that I was definitely finding her sexy. I
gradually got it through my head that Bethany wasn't some
exception -- I had a thing for very young girls. But as long as
Bethany was meeting all my needs, it wasn't a big issue. Just
another female in my life that I couldn't have. But now that
Bethany wasn't satisfying my desires... I was obsessing about the
youngest of the three sisters.

"Mary, Anne's great. I think I could be very happy married to
Anne."

"Good, good."

"But there's one problem... I didn't know it until I met Bethany,
but it seems I've got a thing for young girls. Not just Bethany.
And so you know who I find myself thinking about constantly?"

"Oh... Oh, no... Oh well." She sighed. "I can't offer you
Caitlin. I'm not running a pedo whorehouse here."

I slumped in my chair.

"Oh, I'm sorry. But you know what I mean."

"Yeah," I said, "I know what you mean. I'm still thinking about
Anne. She is awfully nice."

So that was where it was left. Anne would be great, but
Caitlin... Those bright eyes, golden hair... Her little legs
showing so innocently beneath the hem of her dress, though I knew
what was up underneath, where the thighs came together. Girl
underpants, but inside... Fairly often I got a direct view of
those underpants, just because she wasn't so careful about when
her dress rode up, like most girls that age. But it was such a
miracle I had had the chance to have Bethany -- how could I
possibly expect more? And yet Caitlin was there, in the same
house, day in and day out.

A few weeks went by. I couldn't get myself to leave, but I
couldn't get myself to commit to Anne either. I felt --
paralyzed.

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And then Bethany found me one day. "You like Caitlin, right?"

"Of course."

"And you wanna do the same things with her you did with me,
right?"

"Ummmm...." I was going to tell Bethany that no one could replace
her, and that was true in an important way, but not in the ways
she could understand. And that itself was just a distraction from
the obvious, undeniable answer to her question.

She tilted her head to the side and looked at me with a frown.
She knew the answer to the basic question.

"Yes."

Bethany smiled.

"But that can never be."

"Unnhn-unnh, it can too."

"What do you mean? I'm not going to make her do stuff."

"You don't have to. I did. I let her use the vibrator. She loved
it. I let her use it again. Then I said you've got to do things
to earn it." She seemed to take glee in doing unto her little
sister as I had done unto her.

"Opening her 'vagina' was easier. When she whined about it, I
just did it myself. She cried like a baby. But two days later she
wanted that vibrator again. I checked then that my three fingers
went in and didn't hurt her much. And I let her have it, but I
told her she'd have to let you do stuff if she wanted more. Told
her you'd lie on her and stick your thing into her but it
wouldn't hurt." Kids can get right to the point.

"You shouldn't have done that!" I said. "Why did you? You've
agreed I tricked you back when we started."

"Yeah, but it was OK back then. I remember liking it with you
having fun too -- 'Unnnh, unnnh, unnnh, aaahhhh!'. And Anne said
you might go away and we'd have to move to a trailer if you
left."

So that's how it went... Mary had told Anne the basic situation.
Anne told Bethany a simpler version, and Bethany had drawn the
necessary conclusions. Kids don't think about things like
'prostitution'. A deal is a deal.

I suppose I should have left the vibrator behind, moved out and
never looked back. But I didn't. If Bethany had gone to the
trouble of getting Caitlin all ready, it would be a shame to
waste that preparation. That's what I told myself. But really
what happened is I just wanted Caitlin. I wanted her so bad!

She came to my room and I locked the door behind her. She smiled
at me and promptly just removed her dress and socks and panties
and stood there naked, unashamed.

"Can I have it?" she said, holding out her hand. I knew she meant
the vibrator.

Then she lay back on the bed and spread her legs a little and
started applying the vibrator wand just where Bethany had --
where any girl would, I suppose. And her face grew slack with
pleasure, and in just a minute she gasped and shuddered, then lay
there with closed eyes and a dazed smile for several seconds.
Then she looked up and said, "Now you get to do that thing you
want to do!"

She turned off the vibrator, set it aside, and opened her legs
wide. "My vagina is right -- there!" she said, holding her flaps
open.

It was amazing. I was already very hard, of course, and when I
stripped and mounted her she looked at my male organ with
interest. I looked at her face to see her reaction to getting a
penis inside for the first time, but mostly I looked down between
her legs, at the second 5-year-old vagina I would get to enter.
Nature had got her all hot and wet from her orgasm. There was no
'ouch' when I went in, just a giggle. I didn't hold back. Twenty
strokes later I twitched and spurted, awash in ecstasy. So much
simpler than with Bethany. So much more harmonious.

We then lay together while I caressed every part of her body
slowly and luxuriously. She had all the same parts as Bethany,
and they were just as magnificent. Slight differences here and
there, but basically the same.

"Oh, Caitlin," I murmured. She looked at me with interest and
maybe a little amusement. She looked below to see my cock
returned to its fully erect state. "You wanna do it again? And
let me use the vibrator again too?"

That was a fabulous idea, I thought. I penetrated and humped and
thrust and grunted and then gasped and spurted again. She used
the vibrator to get what she wanted most.

Caitlin swapped beds with Bethany. Cait slept in my bed with me,
and let me stick my penis in her vagina just about any time. In
return, she could use that vibrator any time too. Two prongs,
Caitlin said. The prong of the vibrator wand, and the prong of my
penis. Taking turns -- one, then the other. I told her about
doggy style, where both prongs could be in action at the same
time. She loved that.

Two weeks after our first time together, we lay together in bed,
naked, both satisfied after a doggy-style simultaneous orgasm.

"So how was it for you, when Bethy got you to do this?"

"Bethy said she'd done it for years and that only special little
girls get to use the vibrator, but this is what they have to do.
She said you wouldn't hit me or make me do stuff I didn't want
to." She paused, and then smiled. "But she didn't say you'd kiss
me and touch me all over and treat me like I was so special." She
giggled.

"You like that part?"

She considered a moment. "I really do. I like the hugging too.
When I've had a big fat orgasm I feel like hugging. I kinda feel
like letting you do your penis thing too. It's kinda like hugging
and orgasms and vibrators and penises all belong together."

I was in heaven once more.

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So I thought I had chosen Caitlin over Anne, and Anne would lose
interest. But she didn't. She knew that I had taken up with
Caitlin, but that didn't make her less interested in me. Women in
Minnesota tolerated their men having affairs sometimes, and she
knew this one would end. Then she could have me to herself. Anne
would treat me right and have my babies.

But she couldn't wait around forever. She was horny. Boys at
school were interested in her.

When I reached my decision, I didn't try to have a complicated
discussion. I did it more the Minnesota way, and just came on to
Anne. She responded eagerly. Best find out if we were compatible
in bed. Did she have hang-ups? She did not. I took her virginity,
marveling at the female who has just come into bloom -- skin
still ever so smooth, but breasts and hips and pubic hair and a
vagina that needed no special stretching. I watched her face as
she experienced her first penetration, and it was very different
from Bethany or Caitlin. She wanted this. She wanted it for its
own sake and she wanted it bad. Little girls were my favorite,
but big girls were awfully nice in their own way. So we shuffled
the room assignments around once more. Mary traded places with
Anne. Sometimes I slept with Caitlin, sometimes with Anne, but I
had sex with each of them at least once a day.

Anne didn't want anything to do with the vibrator -- like her
mother she thought it wasn't proper. And she thought the idea of
my kissing her down there was disgusting, but she found that with
some finger work preparation, she could have orgasms during
intercourse. She might have been happy enough even if she didn't,
but it was important to me, and she was certainly delighted.

Anne had said she wanted a baby, and I was all in favor. If girls
in Minnesota thought 16 was a good age to have babies, that was
fine with me. She got pregnant almost immediately. Another thing
I got to check out -- could she actually have babies? She could.
Then it was time to get married. A simple little ceremony at the
town hall.

We kept up the old living arrangement for a while, partly because
Caitlin didn't want to move -- and I didn't want to rock the boat
and risk anything to make Caitlin decide she didn't like our
arrangement.

But Caitlin got restless and unhappy with the relationship in
just a year and a half, sooner than Bethy had. We eased out of
the relationship even more smoothly than Bethy and I had, partly
because I had been through it before and because Bethy could
advise Cait too.

So then it really was time to move. With Anne's baby, a cramped
house was suddenly much more cramped. And a man ought to live
with his wife and not with her parents if he could possibly
afford it. That's what the locals thought.

I bought a duplex. Anne and the baby and I lived in one half.
Mary and her younger daughters lived in the other.

Anne's first baby was a boy, and a couple years later she gave
birth to another. They were cute and smart and fun -- everyone
remarked on it, not just me and Anne. But even with being a busy
mother, she cooked dinner and cleaned the house and spread her
legs for me to let me satisfy my urges even if she was tired, but
she craved sex and her own orgasms regularly too.

And Anne was the envy of all her peers for having such a
successful and reliable and loving husband. Didn't beat her, and
didn't even drink!

In time, when they were in their late teens, Cait and Bethy each
got knocked up by a local boy, and moved in with him in high
hopes -- but before long both were living with their mother again
-- before going off with another man. Sometimes the baby got left
with mom.

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At the age of 31, Bethy had 2 kids and the father of the second
one stopped paying child support (the first one never had). That
put her in a financial bind, struggling to get by. I had come
into a modest inheritance, and was happy to help her out -- I did
owe her a few very happy years of my life, and I was still in
love with her.

The same year Cait's ex didn't pay either. She struggled to be a
mom while working two jobs. The children got left with Mary more
and more.

Beth and Cait swore they were through with men. The Andersen
women all got along great. What would make a lot of sense would
be for all of us to live together. We'd save on rent compared to
four separate households.

So we all selected a house together and I bought it -- eight
bedrooms this time, plus an attic and basement. The sisters could
enjoy each other, it was a ready-made babysitting co-op, and all
of Mary's grand-kids could play together. It was a happy
arrangement.

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It was Anne who made special time to talk with me, six months
after we were settled in the big house.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she said. "But I do love Bethy
and want her to be happy."

"What's this about? I love Bethy and want her to be happy too."

"Well, she's horny. She wants you."

"Oh..."

"If you're not interested, I'll just say I forbid it and that
will be the end of it."

I paused. "Would you like me to say that?"

"Yes... No... I don't know! But you support all of us, just like
we were all your wives. We're all living under the same roof. If
Bethy can't get it at home, maybe she'll go out to bars to get
laid, and get knocked up again... which would upset the apple
cart here too."

"Yeah, I can see that." I hoped Anne couldn't see the bulge in my
pants.

"But there's one thing I want. One thing I need: You always spend
the night with me."

"Uh, OK."

"You're my husband and you sleep with me. Only me."

"I could surely live with that. I like sleeping with you!" I put
my arm around her shoulder and kissed her gently on the cheek.

And except for now and then when we had a fight, I always did
sleep with her.

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I knocked on Bethany's door, then let myself in. It was 2am, the
time we had figured would work best.

She stood up and approached, wearing her nightgown. I was in
pajamas.

"Hello," she said, looking down.

"Hello, Bethany," I said.

She saw the bulge in my pajama bottoms and smiled. "So I'm not
too old?"

"You're way younger than Anne."

"Yeah, I know, but... The last time we did it..."

"A whole different life, back then..."

I lowered my head for a kiss. She kissed me back, then grabbed my
hips and pulled me up against her. "God, I just want it so
much..."

"I really want you bad... what about contraception?"

"Oh... I want another baby. I want it to be yours... "

I smiled and nodded. I wasn't too surprised at this, and was in
fact delighted. Anne's two boys were still universally admired.
Their sire got some of the credit, and was wanted for stud duty.

We quickly stripped naked, and she lay back on the bed, legs
spread wide. She wasn't 5 years old, and she wasn't 8 years old.
She was a sexy young woman, though I was also delighted to see
she was the same Bethany, even if her body had changed and life
experience had dealt her some tough blows.

I started to bring my face between her legs, but she stopped me.

"No, no... I'm ready.. Straight in! Straight in with that cock."
She smiled. "Close your eyes."

I closed my eyes, and she guided me, then spoke in a little
girl's voice. "Stick your thing right in my cunny hole... You
kept trying to put a baby in my tummy, but this time you can!
Shoot your naughty spermies way up inside!"

As soon as my cock tip was inside, she started squeezing with her
pussy. I shoved in deep, and instantly my orgasm was inevitable.
I jammed tight into the slick, hot tunnel, and a couple seconds
later the first wad of sperm flooded her innermost pussy. The
second and third followed, and along with the animal ecstasy, the
whole thing felt so wonderfully right. It was magnificent!

When I opened my eyes it was a thirty-something woman in front of
me, but her eyes glowed like those of a much younger female. We
kissed and caressed. It was so tempting to stay and fall asleep
in each other's arms, but I'd made my promise to Anne. But
fertility being an uncertain thing, I stopped by to shoot her
full of sperm the next two nights too.

But we weren't just in it for the fertilization -- far from it.
She enjoyed my male body at a level she never could as a small
girl. My body, and my caresses, and my cock in her pussy all felt
good and all felt right to a grown woman, and she soon was having
orgasms without the involvement of any vibrator. We got together
to know each other carnally a couple times a week on average. She
said I was so much better than the Minnesota boys in bed. In
every respect, in fact.

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"Hey," said Caitlin, catching me alone. "Its not fair! I want my
turn too!"

"I didn't know you felt that way," I said with a twinkle in my
eye. "And besides, when it comes to sex, things like 'fair' and
'taking turns' and 'share your toys' don't really apply, do
they?"

She stuck her tongue out at me. It reminded me of the 5-year-old
version of her that I had adored so much.

"But I'd be delighted to give you a turn, you hot sexy lady!"

"I'll be fertile in a couple days, I think. You come and see me
then?"

Caitlin as a grown woman was also interested in sex in a way she
never had been as a girl. I visited her in the middle of the
night a couple times a week as well.

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Mary found me. "Since it seems you're screwing all the other
ladies in the house, I just thought I'd mention -- in case you
had any interest in an old hag like me -- I'd be happy to get it
too."

At 55 Mary still looked pretty good. I knocked on her door at
3am, and let myself in. She was thrilled when I went down on her
-- no one had ever done that to her before, she said. And then I
pushed my cock into a hot, wet, tight pussy, and delivered my
load. She was very grateful. In brief conversations during these
intervals, she said she didn't care much about orgasms, she just
wanted the closeness and the primal satisfaction of sex -- the
alpha male possessing her, penetrating her, and seeding her.

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Oh, what a life!

A wife and two concubines. Three sisters. All horny. Anne was
eager to get pregnant again too, so that made three of them. And
their mother now and then made four, for variety and spice.

Anne had only one more pregnancy, but it was twins. Bethany and
Caitlin each had two more children by me.

So in the house there were eight of my own children and four
step-children. It was one rollicking, happy household.

Time to get a vasectomy, though they weren't sure that was such a
good idea. It wasn't natural, they said. But I thought twelve was
enough.

Bethany and Caitlin kept using the vibrator as adults. They knew
it felt good, and what was the harm in that? They thought Anne
and their mother were being prudes for never trying it. But they
rarely used it with me -- they liked to feel their pleasure
naturally, on the scale that I felt it.

"My women" knew I had a taste for small girls, so everyone was
watching what happened as the girls turned from toddlers into
preschoolers. Of my four step-children, three were boys, and the
girl was just not my type. Five of the other eight were girls,
and while I was aware at one level that they were attractive,
they somehow just weren't attractive to me. I can't say I
participated equally in the work of raising them, but I still
changed diapers, got spit up on, and tried to keep the mucus
coming out of a girl's nose vaguely under control when she had a
cold. They climbed all over me from a young age. I loved them
with all my heart as a daddy. But they were not sexually
interesting to me.

I had thought Anne, Bethany and Cait wouldn't even dream of
letting me have one of their girls the same way I had "had"
Bethany and Cait. And ultimately they didn't, but it got
discussed more seriously than I would have thought. More
seriously than it ever would have been in New York.

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Epilogue

I'm 68 and I've had a stroke. I can't think so clearly, and I
can't talk or walk. Naturally everyone is upset and sympathetic.

My three women tried to find things to keep me involved in life
and feeling some happiness. Sex was one of their first guesses,
and it was a good one. I'm still very horny. Now they are very
kind and each comes to impale herself on me at least once a day.
My reproductive system still works and they can make me come
easily enough.

But there's still something missing. Little girls. None of the
moms was up for offering their daughters sexually to me now any
more than when I'd been healthy. Along with all the other
considerations, it would have been weird or maybe even impossible
with the condition I was in.

But Bethany more than any of the others understood of my
attraction to small girls. And she figured out a decent
intermediate solution that would let me in my sad condition
fulfill my desire to some extent. One of her daughters Emma had
her hand in her panties all the time. Bethany introduced her to
the vibrator, and the little one loved it, and mom let her have
it every day if she was a good little girl. She was a very good
little girl.

Then she had a one-way mirror installed between my room and the
bedroom next door. Protruding from the center of the mirror was a
sturdy bar, and on it they mounted the vibrator, fixed in
position. And then little Emma was told that if she wanted it,
she'd have to figure out how to use it in that position. As far
as she knew, she was just masturbating in private, and it didn't
take her long to figure out how to make it work. Naked, legs
spread wide, she approached the mirror and squirmed about to get
the tip of the vibrator right where she wanted it most. Her face
was just a couple feet away from mine, and her tender and exposed
girl parts were open for viewing. I got to see her nearly worship
that vibrating prong with her little girl parts, to see her
excitement build, and then see her face relax with ecstasy as her
body shuddered. That sure was nice! Bethany was with me in the
darkened room watching that first time, saw that it aroused me,
and she impaled herself on my cock and got me to relieve myself
up inside her.

Three other little girls were also introduced to the vibrator and
then told that on some days they could only use it at the post in
the guest bedroom. They all wanted it at least once a day, and so
four times on a good day I got to see a little girl achieve her
sexual fulfillment just a few inches from my addled but still
horny self. It is a real comfort to me!

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"WARNING: Fractal Heaven Vibrators(TM) are not recommended for
girls under the age of 10 years!"

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