Author: Sterling
Title: The Vagina Fairy
Summary: 9-year-old Liz's boring life is enlivened when she wakes
up to anonymous gifts of candy in her bedroom. She knows she
could leave a note to make the gifts stop, but she doesn't. Then
the gifts appear in her panties, and then inside a little tube
inserted in her vagina. She then is given a choice in size of
containers -- the bigger the plastic vial she puts in her vagina
at bedtime, the more heavenly chocolate will fit inside. At a
certain point another cylinder makes an appearance.
Keywords: food Mg(9) het cons 1st toys pedo loli

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 9/2/2016.

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The Vagina Fairy

Liz lived through the chaos of the divorce. Her father had gotten
scary when he was drunk, and it was a relief when she and her mom
finally moved far away. But here they were in a very small town,
in the middle of nowhere. There were no kids on their street. She
felt nothing in common with any of the girls at school. They were
all Reagan people, and all her friends from before were Carter
people. The schoolwork was easy.

On the plus side, it was nice to be able to take walks in the
countryside. And there was no need to lock the doors at night.
And she had her books. The kids made fun of her for taking things
out of the school library, but she just gave a sheepish smile and
said that was who she was.

Her mother worked hard and came home depressed and preoccupied.
Liz knew the divorce had been hard on her, but she was
disappointed to get so little of her attention. Her mom saw she
had what she needed in the way of food, clothes and school
supplies -- but she never wanted to talk. If Liz talked, she
could tell her mom was only half-listening and hoping she'd stop.

Liz was a lonely girl. She was 9 years old.

And then fall turned to winter and things got worse. It was no
fun to trudge through mud or rutted ice to take walks, and the
sky would stay gray for days at a time.

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One morning she woke up and found a candy on her desk wrapped in
foil. It was accompanied by a tiny note with tiny writing. The
paper was about the size of a match.

"For you. If you don't tell anyone, there might be more."

Who would do this? It wasn't like her mom at all. She unwrapped
the little candy and ate it. So delicious! It was a tiny
hard-candy shell not much bigger than an M&M, but it had a soft
center. And the soft center was something chocolatey that she'd
never had before. It was very good.

She really should tell her mom. But... It was a little bit of
mystery for her boring life. Besides, the candy was so good!

The next day there was another one. The tiny note said, "Look in
your drawers for the next one."

The very next day, she looked through her desk drawers and found
nothing. But in her dresser she found the candy under her stack
of long pants. That was a little weird -- but exciting and tasty
too.

The next day, the candy was in her underwear drawer, under her
pile of panties! Oooo! The tiny note said, "If you don't want any
more candies, leave me a note."

Liz cut a little slip of paper about the size of a fortune cookie
fortune, and wrote, "I want more candies!" She folded it and drew
a picture of a candy on the outside.

The next candy was under her pillow. But there was also one in
her shoe!

The next one was in her drawers all right -- it was inside the
pair of panties she had worn to bed! Right below the elastic in
front, but inside. This was definitely a little weird. Someone
was not only coming into her bedroom at night, not just slipping
something under her pillow -- they had somehow gotten under the
covers, under her flannel nightgown, and into her panties without
her waking up. Liz had always been a pretty sound sleeper -- but
that sound? She really should tell her mother now. It was kind of
creepy. But... It was so tasty, and so exciting! She was torn.
She left a note saying, "No candies for three days. Then read the
next note." There was nothing for three days while she thought
things over, and then she left a note saying, "What about candies
just in the dresser?"

The next morning there was something about the size of a grain of
rice with a note on her desk. It was a tiny lemon hard candy. The
note had a frowny face, and the message, "You say yes or no, but
I decide where. And if you wake up, I'll disappear."

Liz felt a tingling excitement. This was forbidden territory. But
also really interesting! She left a note saying, "You're very
naughty. You're a bad boy. You ought to be ashamed of yourself.
Yes."

The next morning she felt the candy right away. It was in her
panties, but right in the center, right about where she peed
from. When removed from the foil wrapper, the candy inside was as
tasty as ever.

That night she didn't leave a note. When she woke she didn't feel
anything right away. But when she put her hand down there she
felt it. It was inside her vagina! She'd poked around a bit with
her vagina when she was younger, but not in some time. But it was
easy enough to get this out. It was about as thick as a drinking
straw and not even an inch long. It was plastic, and at one end
was a tiny screw cap. She debated washing it off, but sniffed it
and shrugged. When she unscrewed the cap it was filled with that
same luscious chocolate filling. Even better, somehow. Was there
a little burn to it? Just enough to be exciting.

The note on the desk said, "If you want a refill, put it back
where it was." Liz smiled. She rinsed the little thing out as
best she could and at bedtime stuck it back up in her vagina. She
said the word out loud, "vagina". It was creepy. But also
exciting.

The next morning she felt the cylinder in her vagina. But on the
desk with was a slightly bigger one with a tiny note: "You
choose." The one from her vagina had been refilled, as promised.

The bigger cylinder was an inch long and as fat as thick drinking
straw. She looked at the two of them and immediately tried
slipping the bigger one into her vagina. It went just fine and
came out fine too. That night she slipped the bigger one in and
left the little one on her desk.

The next morning the vial she'd left inside her was full and
another empty was on the desk. When she compared them, the new
one was barely bigger than the first. It went in easily too. She
realized that the bigger the vial, the more she'd get of that
heavenly chocolate stuff! She wondered how big a thing would fit
into her vagina. An AA battery fit without problem. She
considered a magic marker, but hesitated as she looked at the
sharp edges. After a little wicked grin, she took the cap off and
pushed the business end up inside her. She would have a bit of
black ink -- a black mark in her vagina. She definitely felt a
stretch from that, but she easily got two inches of it in. She
experimented with a C cell battery, but it hurt before she could
get it in her at all. She grinned as she took out her ruler and
measured. She then wrote a note with a diagram of a cylinder
labeled with the dimensions of the magic marker she'd gotten
inside. She put the bigger of the cylinders up inside herself
before bedtime, and with a little smile took her panties off. The
bedroom was a bit chilly in winter, but panties had nothing to do
with keeping her warm.

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Liz had a dream that someone was in the bed with her. She was on
her side, and in the dream a person was behind her -- an adult
person -- a man. Was it a dream? It seemed very far away somehow.
Yet her ongoing nightly game came to her. And... there it was,
fingers in her privates, a cylinder being removed, and then one
being inserted. A notably bigger one.

She struggled against the paralysis of sleep and managed to jerk
a muscle. And she heard an urgent whisper, "If you wake up, then
I disappear."

That stopped her. It would be so hard to wake up anyway. The
whisper again, but much quieter: "Liz, my precious, my dear," and
she felt a tiny kiss on her neck. Then the presence withdrew.

In the morning it came back to her, dimly. A dream? No, it had
been real.

She withdrew the cylinder from her vagina and enjoyed a luxurious
serving of the heavenly chocolate goo.

She went to bed early that night. She'd known about the facts of
life for years now, and now she reviewed them in her mind. She
used to wriggle and wiggle her privates against things to get
good feelings. When she'd learned the word "masturbation" it
seemed too big and awkward for something that felt so good -- but
that was the word for it. And then the big mystery for the
future: sex. A boy's penis would slide into her vagina. She took
the marker-sized cylinder and slid it into herself, then slid it
out, then in again -- over and over. Hmmmm. That had potential.
It felt nice. It got her in the mood, so she put the cylinder
aside and massaged her little clitoris (another clunky word).
After several minutes she felt it getting better and better. She
realized that in her little game, a man was leaving special fluid
in her vagina every night! Wow! That thrilling thought brought
her close... just a little bit more... Aaahhhhhh! An "orgasm". It
was nice, but not something she'd obsess about. She knew big
girls got all crazy about sex. She didn't get it.

Liz had accepted the cylinders in her vagina as part of the
naughty game, but her motivation for taking bigger ones was that
she got more of the chocolate ambrosia. But what was the man's
motive? Maybe he was just really curious about vaginas? Unlikely.
As far as she knew, a vagina was only good for one thing --
taking penises. (Well, there was childbirth, but that was totally
different.) How big was a penis, anyway? Boy penises were tiny
and would have easily fit a long time ago. Man penises might be
bigger. She didn't really know. But she picked up the cylinder
again, and slid it in, then out, then in again. That did feel
nice in a special way, but she felt no desire to masturbate.

That night she had the dream again, but she knew now it wasn't a
dream. She woke herself up slowly and quietly this time, without
any jerks. A man was definitely in bed with her, behind her,
under the covers. There were the fingers, and the cylinder
withdrew. What went in next wasn't a cylinder, though. It was a
finger, and he slid it in and out slowly, rhythmically. The
whisper was almost inaudible. "Oh, God, Liz, you're an angel come
to earth, and here I am being so... carnal."

Liz was wide awake now. If she looked at him, he'd disappear.

So she whispered, almost as softly, "I talk in my sleep."

The finger withdrew and she felt the man tense behind her.

"It's OK," she said. "I'm having a dream. It's a nice dream. In
my dream, there's someone behind me. If I wake up, he'll
disappear. But I wonder who I'm dreaming about."

There was silence, then, "A neighbor. I... I think you're
wonderful."

Liz was tired of whispering. Her mother's bedroom was at the
other end of the house, and her mother slept like a log. When she
was younger, if she got sick at night she'd have to shake her
mother hard to get her to wake up. "Could you just hug my back a
little... That's nice."

After several minutes, her thought made her a little embarrassed
but she said it. "I want my candy, though."

That brought a whispered laugh, some rummaging around, and then
she felt the cylinder slide up into her.

He kissed the back of her neck very gently, said "Good night,
Liz," and he disappeared from the bed.

In the morning there was an empty cylinder on the desk, slightly
bigger than the one she pulled out of herself. It was tight, but
the bigger one fit.

Every night she woke up. There was a little thrill at feeling the
cylinder withdrawn and then reinserted. And best of all was
feeling him behind her, human touch and contact. And of course
the chocolate in the morning... She was getting a lot of it now
from the large cylinders she put up inside. Now she didn't have
it all before breakfast but left some to consume later.

One night the cylinder slid out. She felt something a little
different now, as the man adjusted himself, getting really close
behind her. And when the cylinder slid in, she instantly knew it
was a different kind of cylinder. It was the same thickness as
the other, but it was warm. With the very first penetration, the
man gasped and said, "Oh my God, Liz, oh, Liz." He slid it out
just a little, with a whispered moan, then slid it in just a
little -- not as deep as the chocolate-laden cylinders went. Out,
in, very slowly, while the man kept up his monolog. "Oh, Liz,
Liz, oh my God, oh." Then he made a strangled cry, still very
quiet. Then she felt the cylinder slide out as the man gasped and
panted.

Down in her vagina it had basically still been a cylinder going
in and out, not that different from the others. But his reaction
was so powerful.

"I shouldn't have done that," he whispered so quietly she could
barely hear. She didn't know what to say. And then she felt the
plastic cylinder sliding in.

Not long after, he kissed her neck and slipped out of the bed.

After he left she immediately slid the cylinder out and felt
around. Nothing different. There was no different odor on her
fingers. The chocolate was as scrumptious as ever.

What he had done was technically sex. She was no longer a virgin.
It didn't feel like much to her except a different cylinder --
but it clearly meant a lot to him. Part of her thought he should
have asked first. And yet she'd been saying yes to all the other
cylinders. She was confused.

The next night he appeared behind her and pulled out the plastic
cylinder. As he snuggled up behind her he whispered, "I
shouldn't, I shouldn't".

But then she felt the tip of the next one, and said, "You should
ask first."

He froze. "Oh." After a long pause, he said, "Liz, can I put the
next cylinder in?"

"I know it's not a cylinder. It's your penis."

"Oh, well, a penis is a cylinder, isn't it?"

"I know about sex, OK?" said Liz.

"Oh, OK," said the man. After a few seconds, he asked, "Can I
slide my penis into you?"

She hesitated. It hadn't hurt, and he liked it a whole lot. "OK."

The penis glided in, and he gasped and moaned as he slid it in
and out. He pushed it in deeper and faster than the previous
night, and went on longer. Once again, he gasped and groaned and
then relaxed, his penis sliding out.

She started to turn to face him, but he pushed her back. "No, no!
You can't look at me."

Some part of her thought that if he was going to slide his penis
into her, she had the right to look at him. But she didn't say
anything.

"Let me load you up properly," said the man, reaching around and
then sliding a plastic cylinder into her vagina.

"So... who are you?"

"A neighbor. When you moved in, I'd see you sometimes and I just
couldn't think straight. I'm... Well, I might as well say it, I'm
in love with you."

"You don't know me."

"No, no, I don't. It's a love-at-first-sight kind of love. But
I'd love to know you. Tell me about yourself."

"My parents are divorced."

"Uh-oh, that must be hard."

"Yes and no. But it's hard being out here in the sticks."

"I can imagine -- not much to do around here."

Liz told her story, and the man really listened. He really cared.
She went on and on. But then she also started yawning, and
paused.

"I better go," he said.

"Will you come again tomorrow?"

"Yes, if you'd like. I mean, personally I'd love to."

"You have a name? 'Sneaky cylinder candy man'?"

He chuckled. "Cal. My name is Cal."

In the morning, Liz slid the cylinder out of her vagina and
enjoyed the chocolate that was the greatest candy of all time.

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She looked at herself in the mirror, trying to see what Cal had
seen when she moved to town. Average height, average body on the
thin side, wavy brown hair that came to her shoulders, a smallish
nose and big gray eyes in a round face. He'd maybe seen her chest
was flat, but hadn't seen the tiny, insignificant nipples. And
there were her little labia, which looked totally average to Liz.
No hint of hair anywhere but her head. No hint of puberty
anywhere. She smiled. She'd figured her face was nice enough
looking. She'd hoped it would be nice enough to get boys
interested later. But now here was someone interested in her just
the way she was.

At night, she put the empty cylinder back in. She was feeling
confused.

That night, she woke as Cal eased into bed behind her.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi." When she didn't say more, he slid his fingers down to her
privates.

"No," said Liz, and Cal removed his hand.

"You know what happened at school today?" He didn't, of course,
so she told him. Once again, he listened and she knew he really
cared.

Half an hour later, after a lengthy pause, she said, "So you did
all this with the candy and the cylinders so you could have sex
with me."

"Yeah, it's true. But I figured you were enjoying the truffle and
could have stopped me any time."

"And if I'm taking one kind of cylinder, why not another?"

He paused. "I didn't know you'd know about sex."

"So if I didn't, it would have been OK?"

"Well, I figured it was just cylinders... Or I tried to tell
myself that."

"And all so you could stick your penis in me."

"I... I'll admit it means more to me than anything in the world.
I'm not proud of it, but that's the truth."

"Don't you do that with women?"

"Oh, well, yeah, I suppose. But you're special. I really wanted
you."

"Women don't need cylinders to get bigger, right? And they like
to have sex."

"That's what they say," said the man.

"You don't know?"

He sighed. "I don't know from personal experience. I've only ever
wanted to do this with girls your age -- and I never have, before
you."

"You're a pervert."

He gave a long sigh. "I guess that's one way of looking at it."

"I need to look at you."

"No!"

"If I can't look at you, then you can never come back."

There was a long pause. "OK, but I'll warn you that I'm old. An
old man."

She turned. He was old, with thin whitish hair and lines on his
face. It was a surprise, but it was OK.

But his eyes -- the way he looked at her was special. He really
did look like he was in love. it was a kind look.

"Will you be my friend? Even without cylinders?"

"Sure I'd like to be your friend that more than anything. But I
didn't think I could knock on the door and ask if Liz could come
out to play."

Liz smiled at the thought.

She pulled the covers down. He was naked on top, and he held the
covers in place over his lower parts.

"I want to see your penis."

"Oh... Are you sure? A girl your age?"

"If you're going to stick it in me, I should get to see it."

"I guess that's fair," he said. "You mean you might let me do it
again?"

"Maybe," she said.

"OK," said the man, biting his lip. And there were all his man
privates, no longer private. Hair, and the sack of balls, and the
penis. A cylinder about the size of the plastic ones.

"What's that plastic thing?"

"A condom. That way... Well, you know about how babies are made?"

"Yeah."

"The condom keeps the stuff from staying inside you. I
figured..."

"I can't get pregnant."

"True. And I haven't had the chance to get any diseases," he
said. "I just thought... maybe you wouldn't like the stuff inside
you."

She wasn't sure how she felt about it. It was considerate of him,
though.

"Why don't you just do it and not make the stuff come out?"

"Oh, well, it's really all one system. We men are wired so we can
only feel satisfied when the stuff comes out. Can't have one
without the other. And... well, doing it in a vagina is kind of
what it's all about. And I'll confess... Doing it without a
condom would feel a lot better."

"It seemed to feel pretty good."

"It did. But -- well, I'm so lucky as it is. Forget about it."

She considered. She was getting experience here. Getting the
stuff was part of the experience.

She looked at this kind man. "No. Take it off."

Without the condom, the penis looked more defined. There was the
shiny tip, peeking out from a hood of skin.

"OK. You can do it."

She turned away from him.

"Mmmm," he said, and slid his fingers down between her legs. They
weren't all business, though. They caressed her a bit before and
after he fished out the cylinder, and then again as he moved in
close and she felt the cylinder -- his penis -- nudge against
her.

Once against she felt it surge inside and the moan of pleasure he
gave on entry. Bare penis felt better than a condom, she decided.
He went in deeper than before, while one hand draped over her
front to her chest, the other between her thighs. "Oh, Liz, Liz,
you're so wonderful, thank you so much, it's amazing, oh, oh, oh,
Mmmmmmm!" She felt him relax.

"So when does the stuff come out?"

"Oh, it came out. They say a woman -- I mean a girl -- won't feel
it."

He didn't remove his penis right away, and she felt it start
shrinking inside her. After a minute he let it slide out.

"Now for the cylinder you like," he said. She felt the plastic
slide into place.

She turned back over to look at him. She thought of more things
to talk about, and he listened attentively.

But just a minute later she said, "Is that the stuff I feel?"

"Maybe," he said. "I guess it comes out sooner or later."

"Let me see what it's like." She reached down and brought her
fingers up to sniff.

"It smells like chocolate."

"Oh... That can't be the sperm. Lift your leg so I can see." She
felt his fingers probing her. "Oh... hmmm, the cylinder must be
leaking!"

"Don't let any get on the sheet, or mom will wonder."

"I'll do my best -- here, I'll put my shirt under you." He
retrieved it from the floor behind him.

He fished out the cylinder and they looked at it. "Guess I didn't
screw the cap on tight," he said, tightening it and then licking
the cylinder all over before putting it with his things on the
floor.

"So what do we clean it up with?" She had lifted her top leg and
held her knee up with her hand. He was getting a good look at her
privates, and smiling in a sexy way, and she felt a bit shy.

"Well, it is tasty." He licked his lips.

"Ewww!"

"Ewww for you or for me? For all-time excitement, just below
sticking my penis in you would be to lick your privates."

"Really?"

"They say it might feel good for you too... if I do it right. It
will be a new experience!" he said. "And if you don't like it
I'll stop, of course." She liked his smile.

"Well, OK," she said, sliding onto her back with legs wide apart,
making sure his shirt was still under her bottom.

She giggled to feel his tongue down there, all around her lips
and inner thighs, and occasionally it tickled, but then she just
relaxed. It did feel pretty nice. Personal. If he liked licking
her dirty parts, he must like her a lot. The chocolate was tasty,
but presumably he could have that any time he wanted without
having to lick between a girl's legs. She felt... appreciated
more than ever. His tongue now paid attention to her vagina, and
she felt the tongue reach in, over and over. Trying to get as
much out as he could. It felt nice. And then he licked a little
higher. That was nice... He stayed in that place and kept
licking. That was *really* nice!

"Uh, you must have got all the chocolate off that part long ago,"
she said.

"True, but I still like licking it a whole lot. Do you mind? Does
it hurt?"

"No! It doesn't hurt. Not at all."

He gave a knowing smile and went back to licking. This was how
she felt when she masturbated and it was going well. But to have
him do it?

"That's enough," she said, and he lifted his head and looked at
her.

"Do you know about girl masturbation and orgasms?"

"Of course!" she said with a frown.

He hesitated. "OK," he said with a smile and moved up to lie
beside her.

After a while, she said, "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Oh, right, a topped-off cylinder." He fished in his things
beside the bed and a minute later reappeared with a cylinder. As
he reached down, she stopped him.

"Why don't I just take it?"

He smiled and gave it to her.

"My vagina's big enough for the cylinder you really care about,
right?"

"Oh, yes!" he said.

She unscrewed the cap and took a sip. "Want some?"

"OK." He took a sip and returned it to her. She gave a wicked
smile, and poured a little onto his private parts, getting pubic
hair, penis, and ball sac.

"Hey!" he said.

"Only fair."

He hesitated, and his eyes got bright as his tongue appeared just
the tiniest bit to lick his upper lip.

"And I am *not* going to lick it up. Yuck!"

"Fair enough," he said. After a moment, he retrieved his pants
from beside the bed and used them to wipe himself up as best he
could.

After he left, she meant to go to sleep, but she felt a sort of
dissatisfaction between her legs. A sexual dissatisfaction. She
rubbed herself, enjoying how it kept feeling better and better.
Memories of Cal's penis inside her arose. And memories of his
tongue, licking her. She had her orgasm, grateful for the
pleasure but mostly for the release, and was soon asleep.

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Liz woke up when Cal slid into bed behind her.

He reached around and handed her a penis-sized vial.

She unscrewed the lid and took a sip. "What is that, anyway? It's
amazing."

"Old family recipe."

She turned around to look at him. "You could be my ordinary
friend and listen to me. We could even sit in chairs fully
dressed and talk."

"We could. Would you like that?"

"I don't know." Right then she had plenty she wanted to tell him
about school -- and about her daddy. She wanted to talk about her
drunk daddy who could be nice but could be so scary.

Cal listened intently, and he began stroking her hair.

"I don't want to be your girlfriend," she said.

"Oh, I know!" He removed his hand.

"Where do you live?"

He told her.

"You live alone."

He nodded.

"I could come visit you in the afternoons instead of you creeping
into my bed."

Cal said he was fine with that. She dropped in briefly after
school the next day. He said, "We ought to come up with a story,
so people don't talk. How about you've agreed to come be the
companion of a lonely old man and I'm paying you?"

Her mother roused herself enough to her parental responsibilities
to visit and check out Cal. She approved her daughter's new job.

So Liz went to his house most days after school. Mostly she just
talked and he listened. Cal told a few stories too. He answered
her questions about his workshop tools and what they were for.

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Two weeks later she hesitated before she left.

"Are you happy being my friend?"

"Very happy!" said Cal.

"But more than anything in the world you'd like to, you know, do
sex to me."

They hadn't been closer than snuggling side by side on the couch
since they started meeting at his house.

"Oh. Well, yes, I suppose that's still true. But... I was very
bad, and I should just be thankful you forgive me, if you do."

She considered. "I do. Otherwise I'd never have gotten to be your
friend."

He looked just a little disappointed. "Good. Though I could have
found another way, I guess."

She crossed her arms and tilted her head. "Would you like to
stick your penis in me right now, before I go?"

"I, uh, well, I mean, I guess so, yes. But you... what do you
want?"

"I like to make you happy. You make me so happy." She looked down
and blushed a little.

She marched to his bedroom, took off shoes and socks and shirt,
and got under the covers while he watched. After rummaging around
under the covers, she pulled out her jeans and panties and tossed
them beside the bed.

He took off his clothes, looking at her with some hesitation. His
cock was not hard.

"You don't want to?" she said, looking at it.

"Oh, I do... I just... Well, let me get under the covers."

He lay in bed behind her, his left arm gently stroking her hair,
her neck, her own arm.

"You sure?" he said, as she felt him nestle up close behind her.

"Yes!"

She hadn't had any cylinders in her vagina for weeks, and it was
a different experience to have his penis slide in now. She was so
much more aware of it. Aware of its size and how it transformed
her private parts from so empty to so full.

But Cal groaned and sighed, as happy as ever when doing it. And
in three minutes he had his orgasm, delivering the sperm inside
her though she could not feel it.

He lay behind her as he caught his breath, very close. It felt
nice. After a couple minutes, he said, "You should be getting
home."

"Just a little longer." It was one thing to snuggle on the sofa,
but to be in bed, naked, snuggling, was extra special.

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After ten minutes of conversation, Liz said, "You should do it to
me the way grown-ups do. You know, like face to face."

"Oh, I'd be delighted to! That wouldn't feel too much like you
were my girlfriend?"

"No, I want to know what it's like."

They got naked.

"Well, if I was your boyfriend, I'd kiss you."

Liz frowned. "No, that's too much like boyfriend/girlfriend.
Everything else."

Cal touched her everywhere, he carefully removed her shirt,
caressed some more, then removed her undershirt.

She tried her hand at removing his clothes but he finished what
she started.

His hand slid up between her legs until it rested at her jean
crotch. Somehow this felt like a new intimacy -- despite what
they'd been doing before. But he stroked and caressed and then
her jeans came off. Then his pants, then her panties and his
underpants. They lay naked on his big bed.

There she was, a girl of nine, chest flat as a board, no trace of
hips, with a hairless girl slit. And there he was, a large man,
muscled, with hair on chest, on legs, and all around his
privates, much of it gray. His penis was hard and straight.

Liz knew what to do. She lay back with her legs spread wide.

But instead of moving his penis to her vagina, he went low and
started licking her. She'd asked for how grown-ups did it, and if
that was part of how they did it, well that was nice. She relaxed
and let it feel good. Her hips squirmed involuntarily now and
then.

Then she'd had enough licking. She was allowed to say what she
wanted, though, right?

"Time to stick it in," she said.

"Oh, God, yes... but you want to have an orgasm first? Can you
tell me how to do it better?"

"Not today." She lay back with legs spread wide.

She watched as he lowered himself, large man with aged skin onto
small girl with smooth skin, moving his cock into position, his
face alight with anticipation. She watched as he opened her lips
gently, placed his knob, and slid in gently, back and forth, a
little more each time.

And then he was doing her, copulating with her. Looking down, he
was all hair and she was none. She saw the base of his penis
cylinder when he was out, and felt the whole thing when it was
inside her. With his extensive licking beforehand, the in and out
felt pretty good to her too. She had a sexy interest -- but it
wasn't as strong as with his tongue or her own fingers.

"Oh, Liz, Liz, Liz!" he said, looking urgently into her eyes,
then gasping and continuing to thrust in and out in a frenzy. He
then slowed, and let himself down gently on her, yet bearing his
own weight. He kissed her neck and her cheek, lazily.

She squirmed and he rolled off to the side.

"Now I know what it's like to really have sex," she said.

"I guess it's a first for me too. What do you think?"

"It's OK. But not like this huge wonderful thing like big girls
and women think of it."

"Makes sense. You're still pretty young."

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Liz loved Cal. He was like a father to her. Like a friend. He
*was* a friend. And, well, she also had a way to make him really
happy, and she liked to make him happy.

The next time he visited they did it grown-up style again, but
she passed on the offer to get licked.

She looked up at him as he pumped his big cylinder into her
vagina. Her thoughts were going strange directions.

"You're a bad man, you know," she said.

He stopped at once and looked at her with alarm.

"No, no, keep going. I'm just telling you you're a bad man."

"Yes, yes I am," he said.

"A child molester."

He stopped again.

"No, no, keep going, don't stop."

"Yes, a child molester."

"A dirty old man."

He nodded, pounding away.

"You used candy to lure an innocent girl. Tricked her into
getting her vagina all big and ready for your penis."

He nodded sheepishly.

"And then slid it in. 'Oh, just another cylinder. Same size as
the other.'"

Cal nodded, but he kept fucking.

"I'm so young, this is rape, you know. You're raping a little
girl."

Cal hesitated in his motion, but Liz shook her head. He went back
to fucking.

"You're fucking a little girl. And now you're going to ejaculate
all over the inside of my tender little vagina?"

Cal looked almost frantic, and then he came, shuddering.

When he caught his breath, he said, "It's all true. I'm guilty,
immoral, and really a total creep." His eyes were moist.

"It's OK," said Liz, pulling him down on her and giving him a
hug.

Telling him about the mean things he'd done made her more excited
somehow.

"Would you lick me now?" she asked.

He looked at her with surprise, and said, "Sure!" He briefly
kissed her on the lips, but then said, "Oops" and went below. His
tongue felt nice.

"Would you like me to have an orgasm?" she asked.

He raised his head. "I've love it -- if you want to. It would be
wonderful."

"Can I call you names?"

"Sure!" he said.

"OK, pervert, lick me!"

He licked.

"Ohhh, just like that... no, what you did before... yeah, that's
it!"

"You're a wrinkled old pervert. Licking an innocent little girl
in the privates..." Her excitement grew. "Molester... Pervert!...
Prick!... Oh, God..." Liz stopped talking and gave one loud gasp.
This orgasm was better than any she'd given herself.  "Enough,
enough," she said, and he stopped licking. and appeared beside
her, caressing. She saw no hint of disapproval or mirth on his
face. He liked giving to her in that way too.

She looked at him and stroked his hair. "You can never have a
real girlfriend?"

He shook his head.

"That's so sad."

He shrugged. "To have you, even for a little while, to have what
we have, is amazing."

She still didn't want to be his girlfriend, but... maybe a little
more like one.

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"They say that if you use your fingers while I'm going in and out
then maybe you'd come that way. Especially if I lick you first to
get you in the mood."

It worked beautifully.

When he slowed down and pumped his penis in and out just right,
and when she rubbed, then she followed him and when he had his
orgasm and shot his sperm, she had one too.

Now she wanted more experiences. She tried being on top, and she
came that way too, though he didn't. He shrugged and said she'd
done just fine, but to come at his age he had to do the moving.

They did it doggy style, they did it standing up -- they did it
all different ways.

When the shades were drawn in the cold months, she took to
walking around naked. So did he sometimes, and she was amused to
see his penis rise and fall as he thought naughty thoughts.

But then she'd had enough. Enough of getting sexually excited.
There was no force behind it somehow. Nothing to make it more
interesting than learning carpentry or electrical work.

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After a week of the new celibacy, she looked at him towards the
end of one visit.

"I still want you to be happy. You still like fucking me, right?"

"Um, yes indeed I do. Though the way I was raised, I didn't use
that word for how I feel about you."

"You sure you're not just shy?"

He shrugged and looked a bit confused.

She grabbed him by the hand and tugged him to the bedroom, where
she quickly dispensed with all her clothes and lay back on the
bed, legs spread wide.

He disrobed too, and his erection was strong.

"So, Cal, make love to me. Don't kiss me, and don't bother with
all the touchy stuff. Come stick your penis in... Right in
there... You know where it goes... And now do it fast. Come
quick, OK? Make love to me and come quick?"

"Oh, Liz, oh Liz, oh you angel, oh Liz, Oooooohhh!"

When he stopped pumping she squirmed below him and got up,
getting dressed.

"That's called fucking. Did you like it?"

"Um, yeah, I loved it. Though of course... if you were willing,
the other kind..."

"Nope. Take what you get."

She gave him permission to ask, as long as he called it fucking.
He asked. She agreed. He fucked.

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Liz later reflected that Cal's stamina was very good for a
68-year-old, but before too many months had passed he was only up
for sex every other day.

She enjoyed his combination of embarrassment and excitement when
she talked naughty about how he was a dirty old man fucking her
cunt and using it for a cum dump.

When she was 11, her body started changing, and her feelings as
well. She found herself wanting sexual pleasure again, but also
not wanting it. Or not wanting it with Cal. She still wanted to
let him fuck her. She'd have funny feelings about it, and tell
herself that after all it was just a cylinder poking her vagina
like it had so many times before. But then there came a day when
she just didn't want to do it any more. No more hugging in bed
either. Not much hugging at all, though she still valued his
friendship a lot.

She learned a great deal from Cal. Including how to fashion
plastic vials to custom specifications. How to open doors
soundlessly and move soundlessly in a house with creaky
floorboards.

At 11 and a half, her mother got a different job and they moved
away.

At first they wrote letters every month, then less often, then
Christmas cards.

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When Liz got serious with Brian, she confided that she had been
sexually abused when she was younger, she was OK, and she didn't
want to talk about it. She married him at 25 and got pregnant on
schedule.

When her baby was 6 weeks old they got a call from a lawyer. Yes,
she was Elizabeth Johnson, who had from the ages of 9 through 11
lived in Derry, New Hampshire. She was the beneficiary of an
estate. Cal's family's ancestral land holdings of forest and
field were now in great demand with developers. The estate was
worth $3.4 million. And it was all hers.

After Liz dodged his questions for a while, Brian asked, "It's
your abuser, right? He's the one who left it to you."

Liz didn't disagree. "He was also a wonderful man. A father and a
best friend. He turned some very bleak years into good years."

"And he sexually abused you."

"Yes. With my permission, though I know children can't consent
really."

"Do you feel OK taking the money? I mean, gosh, I hope you do,
because..."

"Yeah, I feel OK. I feel good about it, actually."

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There were also a few physical effects that were willed to Liz.
She decided to open them in private.

A clock she had admired
A family bible
A recipe for chocolate truffle
And 14 plastic vials of assorted sizes, from tiny to the largest,
which was not coincidentally penis size. The size of a penis a
little thicker than Brian's.

Liz smiled. There was also a note, written on a fortune-cookie
width strip of paper, in an uneven hand.

"I recommend you throw away the vials, but thought you might get
a laugh out of them. I never did pay you for keeping an old man
company. I hope this covers it. I should regret what I did, but
somehow I can't. All my love, always, Cal"

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