Author: Sterling Title: Wonderful Vibrations For Little Girls With Open Pussies Summary: Alison (7) sees her mother using a vibrator. She sneaks in and finds she loves it. Her brother discovers her secret and tells his friends. Enterprising Brian slips her a special vibrator that only works when a ring is flat against a girl's privates. But there's a protrusion in the middle and the girl has to find a way to get that into her body or she can't get the good feelings. It gets longer and longer as the days go by. Brian volunteers as Alison's academic tutor and she comes to love him. He also has a 100% organic substitute for the protrusion in the middle of the vibrator. Then 4-year-old Katy finds the special vibrator. Keywords: Mg(4-7) mastrb toys prost 1st rom NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex. First posted 6/18/2017. I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at /files/Authors/Sterling/ For an index see /files/Authors/Sterling/A%20%20SUBJECT%20INDE X.txt There is a more user-friendly web version of most of my stories here: /files/Authors/Sterling/www/ Sterling ============================================================ Wonderful Vibrations For Little Girls With Open Pussies 1. Alison After dad left, things got worse. Alison moved with her mother and big brother and baby sister to a small apartment in a big building. It was noisy from outside and other apartments playing loud music, and there were bugs. Instead of her own big room she shared a small one with bratty little Katy. David had his own room, but it was actually a place in the hall with a curtain. David was 10, she was 7, and Katy was 4. And of course her mom had her room. In playing around Alison went into the little closet and shut the door to see how dark it was. That's how she discovered a little hole in the back that gave a view of her mother's room. Just a little thing the width of a pencil lead but enough to see through. She didn't think much of it. Alison's mom worked afternoons and some evenings so she didn't see her too much. When she was around she was tired and cranky. Those evenings it was David's job to got her and Katy to bed. He was mean about it. If she and Katy didn't do things right he'd hit them. But at least they knew how to do things right and so they didn't get hit much. It seemed everyone was mean, especially now that her dad had left. Everyone but Katy. She was just bratty. Alison sometimes woke up in the night. One night she heard through the thin wall some funny noises coming from her mother's bedroom. Like moans and then a little cry and then it was quiet again. Then she heard it the next night too, and she was very curious. The night after that, after Katy was asleep she moved stuff out of the closet so she could get in there without making any noise, then went back to bed but kept herself awake. When she heard a little moan she tiptoed into the closet and looked through the peephole. The bedside table light was on, and she saw her mother on the bed, naked from the waist down! She was not just naked, her legs were apart and she was playing with her private parts. She was holding a thing that she'd never seen before, pushing it against her private place! Her mom's eyes were closed and she was making those little sounds and her face looked funny. She kept moved the thing this way and that, just a little. Then her mother gasped and her lower parts twitched. She got up slowly to sitting and pulled her underpants back on, and then she put the thing in a box on the floor, and knelt down and pushed the box way under the bed and put a few other boxes in front of it. Her mother had a sort of dreamy smile as she turned out the bedside light. The next day after school Alison found her brother starting in with his video game thing. He would be occupied with that for a long time. She set up Katy in front of the TV with her favorite video, and then she tiptoed into her mother's bedroom and locked the door. Digging under the bed she soon found that funny object. It was like a ball with a handle. There was a switch, and when she pushed it the thing started vibrating. She shut it off again. She lay back on her mother's bed and pulled her jeans and panties down to her ankles. This was pretty naughty... but her mother had been doing it. She pressed the ball against her private parts and didn't feel much of anything. Then she flipped the switch. Hmmmm. She tried this way and that, and then... Oh! Wow! That felt good! That felt very good! It felt good in a way nothing had ever felt good before. When she'd move the thing just a little the sensation changed a lot, and she found the way that felt good, and then better, and then... Oh! Oh, oh, oh! What was that? It felt fantastic, and then she was done. She didn't want to press it against her privates any more. She made herself decent again and carefully put things back just the way they'd been under the bed. Wow, that had been super-naughty! She really shouldn't do something like that. Sneaking around with her mother's private things, and then playing around with her dirty place. But... it felt so, so good! Alison's mother was home the next few afternoons, and she didn't hear anything at night. Or maybe she just didn't wake up. But then she did hear it again. And as she did, she felt her dirty place getting kind of warm as she remembered what it felt like. So the next time her mother was at work, her brother was busy with his video game and little Katy was in front of a video, she crept in again. This time she knew just what to do... Panties down, legs apart... There! That wonderful feeling, ooo, aaahhhh, oooo, and then, Oh! Oh, oh, oh! Oh, it was naughty. If her brother ever found out... She quick put everything back just so and crept out of her mother's room. Katy liked her videos, but as Alison was putting them on so much she got used to it, and she sometimes followed Alison back out into the hall so she couldn't get into her mother's room without being noticed. Darn! And then one day she was in there and had just gotten the thing out when Katy tried the door. She heard a muffled, "What are you doing in there?" Alison put everything back in record time and opened the door, trying to act calm. She made up a lame story. Katy didn't buy it, but she finally distracted Katy with a little bit of candy she'd been saving for herself. Alison tried playing with her privates just with her fingers. It felt kind of nice. She'd known for years that it felt kind of nice. But it was nothing like what happened with the thing under her mother's bed. --------------------------------------------------------- This time it was David who set Katy up with a video and some forbidden candy and motioned Alison into her mother's room, locking the door. Her heart started pounding. There was the thing, and David looking at her with a triumphant expression. "I saw you. I saw you putting it on your vagina." Alison panicked. What to do? "How... how did you see?" she asked, flailing. "Never mind that. I saw you." He demonstrated, lying back but with his clothes on, sticking the thing between his legs and going "Oooo, ahhh!" Alison burned with shame. "I oughtta tell mom." he said. "No, no... oh, no!" wailed Alison. "Oh, please, David, please!" "I asked around at school. It's a vibrator. Big girls and women use them if they're perverts. But a little girl like you!" "It's mom's," said Alison. "Yeah, of course it's mom's," said David, pointing out the boxes on the floor. "Does it feel good? To a little girl like you?" "No, David, don't tell... no, no..." Being David, he looked for what he could get out of it, how to work it to his advantage. He always did. So she did his chores for him -- cleaning up his little room and taking the trash out. And when he started watching those videos with naked men and women... ick! But she wouldn't tell... And then he demanded that she show him her private parts. Among his justifications was that if she was playing with herself she shouldn't mind showing off either. She hated it, but she had to do it. And then she had to do it again while one of his friends was there looking too. Lying there on her mom's bed, panties around her ankles, legs spread wide. It was humiliating! They got in really close and peered at her while she held her lips open. But they didn't touch her. She'd reflect much later that they were just curious, and actually kind of respectful when she thought about what they could have done. Crossing paths in the little apartment, half the time when David looked at her he smirked and shook his head. She knew she could never go back into her mom's room again, unless David was out... and even then, it would be so dangerous. --------------------------------------------------------- And then one day David took her aside. He actually looked kind of friendly for a change. He opened a box and said, "Here, try this one. It's all yours. You can use it at night whenever you want." She knew it must be a vibrator but it was shaped different. "I don't want to," said Alison. "Hey, it's OK. Sorry I gave you a hard time. I've learned more about it. It's natural for a girl to want to feel good like that, even a girl your age." "I don't want it," said Alison, shaking her head vigorously. "I'll throw it away." "Well, you hide it somewhere safe and then it's up to you, if you want to use it." Why was he so nice? "I don't want it!" David retreated with the vibrator. But he was back the next day and offered it to her again. "How about this... As long as you don't throw it away... you've got to show me when I ask that you've still got it and that it still works. And as long as you do I won't tell on you." There was no switch, but when he pressed it against his hand it vibrated. She nodded. She was determined she'd never use it, so she hid it way, way back under her bed behind three boxes. She'd bring it out when David asked. And yet, lying there in bed, with Katy dead to the world... she remembered those feelings from her mother's... how fantastic it felt. David said he wanted her to use it, and that made her mad. But... those feelings. It was shaped different. There was a ring of thick plastic that did the vibrating, and a little bump in the middle. It vibrated only when it was pressed against something. When she pressed the edge against her privates, it was just a little tiny vibration. Enough to feel good but it only made her want more. After five minutes she was frustrated. She tried all different things, and when she pressed it flat against her tummy, it vibrated a lot more! So she immediately tried pressing the whole ring flat against her privates, and... Oh, that felt good! That was very good, fantastic even. Her pelvis wiggled this way and that as the good feelings kept multiplying, and then... Yes, there it was! Just like that... Oh. Oh, oh, oh! Fully satisfied, she looked closer at the vibrator. She noticed that the bump in the middle bulged out. When she applied it to herself to feel good, the bump was right in the middle of the ring. It had worked because her body was soft there and the bump pressed in a little with no problem. Still, she was a bad girl, she thought as she put it away carefully. She'd never use it again. Then a couple days later she heard her mother making those sounds again at night and warm tingles started in her privates. She missed the good feelings. If her mom could do it, why couldn't she? The following night she brought hers out again. When she put its little box back it was only behind one box, not three. Then after a few days when she tried, the bump seemed bigger. It pressed harder into the soft place in the middle. It even hurt a little, but not much. And then when the really good vibrations started, she didn't notice any more. Oh, oh, oh, oh! The next time she had a dilemma. The bump was even bigger. It hurt before she could get the ring firmly against herself. So she put it away. She shouldn't be doing this anyway! But as she lay there in bed, she wanted that good feeling so much... She got it out again. She was soft down there and a pretty big bump would just press in against the softness, but not a bump this big. Now the bump in the middle was like the tip of a hot dog. She didn't see how the thing could be changing shape from one day to the next, but it was. She knew she had an opening down there -- her vagina. She poked into it a few times with her finger when she was younger but it didn't go so easily, and since then she had just ignored it. But now -- could she get the hot dog in there? She pushed it in a little ways -- and it hurt! But not too bad, and just a little more, and... there! The vibrations that made her feel oh so fantastic. The hot dog vibrated too. It hurt and felt good at the same time, but the good feelings won out. Oh! Oh, oh, oh! When she was done she felt a new kind of guilt. She wasn't supposed to play with her vagina, she knew. It was where the dirty pee came out. But... it felt so good! Somehow as the days went on she had to keep pressing the hot dog in more and more to get the same wonderful vibrations. The hot dog was the front end of the handle, and the ring kept moving back along the handle, so there was more and more hot dog she had to fit into herself somehow. If she didn't have a vagina, she'd be stuck! There was no other way to get that hot dog out of the way so the ring could press evenly against her girl parts. A funny thing was that even as it hurt, it somehow felt right... like the hot dog belonged in her vagina somehow. That was a weird idea. And as the days went by it hurt pretty much the same, but the hot dog went in further and further. She knew what to expect... the hot dog going in, vibrating a little, and then in some more, opening her vagina up -- that meant it was about to start vibrating the right way, the best way and she'd have that fantastic feeling. Oh! Oh, oh, oh! One day she realized that it hadn't hurt when the hot dog went in for -- what, a week? --------------------------------------------------------- Alison's mother found her in an odd moment around the house. "Alison, there's a volunteer tutor program, and someone has offered to tutor you for free. Isn't that great?" Alison did OK in school, but she could do better, she knew. She was wary, but figured she'd see what it was like. The tutor's name was Brian and she went to his house. He was really old, as old as a teacher. His house was calm and nice and quiet, so unlike her house. They began working on math problems, but then he asked her about her life. And as she gave short answers about her brother and sister and mother, he looked at her sympathetically and asked her more questions and she knew he really wanted to hear. The more she said and the more he listened, the more she found she had to say. They did math problems, and she got a little better, but mostly she loved talking with him. He was funny, and told her interesting stories too. Sometimes he put on school-type videos like "Bill Nye the Science Guy" and sat on the couch. She sat next to him. They weren't her favorite, but she did learn stuff, especially as she could see how much he thought it was interesting. And he could expand on the points. It made him happy when she learned new things, and she wanted to make him happy. After a while she found herself sitting next to him and leaning against his shoulder. He put his arm around her. The tutoring sessions were the highlight of her week. One day he shut off Bill Nye early and looked nervous. "Alison, I've got something important to talk about... I really think you are wonderful and I love spending time with you..." Alison looked down, feeling warm inside. "But the reason I'm your tutor... it wasn't just chance. You might be mad at me. I found out about you from my baby brother, who's like 10 years old. He's a friend of your brother." Alison felt a jumble of confusion and anxiety. After a while, Brian continued. "And you may know there was something unusual you and your brother were discussing a while back. I... I know about that. And that's why I signed up to tutor you. And I think it's just fine, that thing you were talking about. Fine and wonderful even." Alison felt her face burning. "Oh dear, you're embarrassed... I'll never bring the subject up again, and we'll only talk about things you want... Or we can only talk about math..." He sighed. "Or you never have to see me again." Alison found herself crying quietly. She wanted an understanding hug. But who would give her one? Brian! He was the only one. But he knew her horrible secret! "Let me walk you home." They walked in silence. As they neared her house, he said, "You're a wonderful girl and you've never done anything wrong or anything to be ashamed of. I hope you know that." Alison nodded and walked towards her building. Just as she got to the door she glanced back and there was Brian, watching her as always to make sure she got in safely. --------------------------------------------------------- It was so confusing. Brian knew her secret! And... and that was why he had gotten to know her. But then he said the naughty stuff she did with her vagina and the vibrator was just fine with him, and somehow she believed him. Yet, there was more to it, surely? What would he want? She realized that if he wanted to look at her private parts like her brother had, well, that wouldn't be all bad. When she imagined stripping to let him see her, she felt a little thrill of pleasure. Who could she discuss it with? No one in her family. She didn't have any good friends. The only one she could talk about it with was Brian! And Brian was the thing she didn't understand. He was what she needed to talk about. She stayed away ten days, then she called him to suggest another time to meet. He was very calm and said he would be delighted to see her again. --------------------------------------------------------- When she arrived Brian went straight for the math book. But she couldn't concentrate, and after a while Brian noticed. "About that other stuff... Like I said, we never have to talk about it again. Honest!" Alison nodded but kept looking down. "Does that mean you kind of do want to talk about it?" he asked softly. She shrugged. "You're being quiet... So you don't mind if I talk more about that other stuff?" She shrugged again. "Hmmmm. It's the most natural thing in the world for a girl to make herself feel good between her legs. It's true. The most natural thing. Girls do it in private, just like you did. And most don't have sneaky brothers. It's natural. Not only that, it's a good thing actually." "Why?" asked Alison softly. "Oh... Do you know how babies are made?" She thought she did but he explained it again, and as he did the yuckiness of the details came back to her. "Grown men and women love doing that with each other. If it's done right, then when the man's penis is inside her, the woman feels that amazing good feeling you feel with the vibrator And the man feels the same amazing good feeling when the sperm comes out of his penis. It feels so good they like to do it a lot and so we have lots of babies... When you feel that way, you're being more grown-up than most girls your age, but nature makes you feel that way because it helps to make babies. It means you're normal. Fully alive." Alison nodded and even smiled a little. He hesitated, then took a deep breath. "And as for me... you know how men and women and even big girls and boys fall in love and like to kiss, and the songs on the radio are all about that stuff... that's just how I'd feel about you. Isn't that silly?" If Brian liked her a whole lot, that was good! She felt warm inside. "And that also means that instead of feeling like making babies with grown women... don't be too shocked... I feel like doing that same sort of thing with girls your age! And of course I can't, because you're way too young. And it would be bad for you." Alison looked up. Something didn't make sense before, and now it did: why he'd sought her out when he found she liked her mom's vibrator. It was silly, him saying he loved her, but was it? She loved Brian! And as for the sex, she was no dummy. That hot dog that went up inside of her was kind of like a penis! It was way bigger than any penis she'd ever seen -- or maybe what she'd glimpsed in a couple of David's videos before she looked away weren't just camera tricks? She looked at Brian. She loved him, and she wanted to make him happy. She had a sudden naughty thought. She got up from the sofa and stood in front of him. Then she lifted the hem of her dress, held it in her teeth, and pulled her panties down to her knees and looked at him. "Oh, Alison... are you sure? You are so beautiful down there -- I mean, everywhere else too, but... oh, my!" She could tell he was feeling uncomfortable, as he stared, then looked away, and fidgeted. She liked making him feel off balance -- he was always so cool and calm. "Show me yours," Alison demanded. "Oh, I don't know, this is awfully fast..." Alison pulled her panties up and let her dress drop, then folded her arms and frowned. "Chicken!" she said. "OK, OK," said Brian, looking distressed. "But just look, OK? No touching? And that's all we do today?" Alison looked solemn and nodded. "Girls sometimes find it frightening when they've never seen it before..." She didn't say anything, but kept her arms folded, frowning at him. "All right." He sighed. He undid his belt and lowered the zipper and pulled down his trousers and boxers. And there it was, sticking straight out! Way bigger than her brother's. And it was... the same size as the hot dog in the vibrator. She reached out slowly to touch, but he turned aside and said, "No, no... not today." And then he pulled his pants up and put himself together again. "Oh, Alison... if anyone finds out about this, you know they'll be really unhappy. They might send me off to prison... They'll say I just pretended to like you so I could look inside your panties... it's really dangerous... Can you promise not to tell?" "Sure!" she said. "You're..." Suddenly she felt shy, but it wasn't about panties and private parts. "You're the only one I feel like telling anything to!" "Oh," he said. "Oh, that's sad..." Alison looked confused. "I mean, it's great you love talking to me, just sad there isn't anyone else... Well, if you think about this and really want to do more stuff like boyfriend and girlfriend, maybe we can next time. If you really want to." "Can you kiss me now?" asked Alison. "Kiss you?" "Like I'm your girlfriend." "Well, OK," he said. "I guess that's not illegal..." Alison sat on the sofa while Brian sat beside her. He slowly leaned over towards her and then... he kissed her gently, on the lips. His face was big and male and right there. It was scratchy where he'd shaved too. He kissed her again. "If you want to be kissed, you ought to kiss me back." "Oh.. oh, yeah!" she said. And then when his lips opened she opened hers the same way and they made a little smack together. And then he kissed her again. The lips sliding over each other felt nice. And she felt herself getting warm between the legs! "I like being boyfriend and girlfriend." "Oh, that's so nice to hear! I love it too -- but it's got to be 100% secret, right?" "Right!" That night she was annoyed that little Katy took so long to get to sleep. And then with her vibrator, Alison made herself feel good. She imagined Brian kissing her, and when she slid the hot dog into her vagina, she pictured Brian's penis sliding into her instead. It was thrilling! When she was finished she put the vibrator away, but found she was still restless thinking of Brian's penis. He'd said using the vibrator was perfectly normal, right? That it was natural? So twice was normal too? She got it out from under the bed again. She slid the hot dog in and out, in and out... And then pressed the ring against her privates... Oh! Oh, oh, oh! --------------------------------------------------------- When they were inside Brian's place with the door shut, Alison jumped up and latched herself onto his front as they stood. She kissed him, and he kissed her back. "Oh, Alison..." he said. "We should have sex, just like a man and woman would," she said. "Really?" said Brian, stroking her cheek. When he didn't do anything else, she wriggled down and marched to his bedroom. She pulled down the covers, stripped naked, and lay back on the bed, legs spread wide. "Oh, Alison..." murmured Brian. "OK, you tell me what to do." "You get naked too!" said Alison, and Brian quickly complied. His penis was hard, just like the other day. "You have any vibrators?" Alison asked. She hadn't thought through the details -- though she'd be a good girlfriend even if it didn't feel fantastic. "I do, actually," said Brian, and produced one from his bedside table. It was like hers, except it was just a ring, with no hot dog in the middle... Then he put it over his penis. She smiled. Brian's penis would be the hot dog! Brian took the ring off his penis and applied it to her privates, and it made the teasing little vibrations and she started feeling good and sexy. She wanted the good kind, though... and the only way to do that was to put the hot dog in her vagina... but this hot dog was Brian's penis! "Stick it in, OK?" she said. "Put the ring on and stick it in!" Brian put the ring over his penis and then crawled up over her. He was so big and close everywhere.... his chest close to hers, his head, and his legs were spread just like hers but covering them. That was... very nice, she decided. He was her boyfriend. And she trusted him. Their privates were close too, and the whole point was to make them even closer. He aimed the tip right at her vagina. He was very slow with it, first just resting it at her opening, then putting it in a fraction of an inch. Meanwhile, no vibrations were hitting her sexy nerves. "All the way in, OK?" she said. "Really?" She nodded emphatically, and with a big smile Brian applied more pressure... "Oh, my God," he said as the tip slid in, then it kept oozing in, deeper and deeper. It fit just fine, and was the shape of the hot dog but felt very different too... it was warm and it was Brian himself. He gasped and groaned as he kept sliding it into her. And when it was in all the way, that wonderful ring was flat against her happy, sexy parts, and, aaahhh! That feeling! It was different because the pressure and rhythm was determined by Brian. But it still felt fantastic, and she was aware of his motion. His penis was going in and out faster than she ever would have pushed the hot dog, but his excitement was thrilling. He got more and more excited, pressing it in and out, and every time he was in all the way she got those good feelings. Then with a big groan he pressed his penis in really tight, which mashed the vibrating ring right against her privates tightly, and within a couple seconds those intense vibrations flooded her with pleasure, and then made her shudder and twitch... Oh! Oh, oh, oh! "You finished?" panted Brian after a few seconds. Alison nodded. "Did it feel really good?" Alison smiled and Brian grinned and kissed her. "I'm so glad." He slowly withdrew his penis and the ring came off with it. He looked at her tenderly. "I've never felt so good in my whole life." She smiled. That had been really nice! She reviewed in her mind what she knew about sex. "When does the sperm come out?" Brian smiled. "Oh, it did, right when I got happiest and held my penis in really far." "I never felt it." "Women say they rarely do." She was not really such a big girl, but she was acting like a big girl. Her boyfriend had had sex with her and his big man penis fit in her all the way. And he'd put sperm into her that was part of making a baby, just like she was a woman. And what's more, she'd wanted his penis in her like a woman would, and had an orgasm like a woman would. Brian wanted to snuggle and cuddle in bed and touch her all over. She was OK with that for a while but then she wanted to get up and do things. --------------------------------------------------------- When she came over for a tutoring session they talked a little first sometimes, but they always did it. He loved it, and she really liked it too. And she was being very grown-up. They did the tutoring afterwards. One day he asked if they could do it a second time before she left, though they'd done it an hour before right after she arrived. She thought that was fine. And then one thing he really wanted to do was lick her between the legs. She thought it sounded icky at first, but she admitted it felt really good. And it made her feel good about her naughty parts. How dirty could they be if he wanted to lick them? He could even give her an orgasm that way, and that was nice, though not as big as the ones from the vibrator. She got curious and asked about different things. Could they just do it, and do it again and again, over and over the whole two hours? Brian explained that penises need to rest and can only do sex every so often. Could he make the sperm come out when his penis wasn't inside her, so she could see what it looked like? He could and did, rubbing it with his hand. It was kind of funny. Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble. One day she didn't really feel like having an orgasm. She asked if they could do it without the vibrator. Brian said they surely could. He licked her a little, but her vagina got wet quickly and she had him stop that and go in with his penis. Without the ring it felt kind of warm and nice, but different. Better in a way since it was just the two bodies and nothing else. She focused more on his body and what it was doing. His whole big man's body was totally involved in sticking his penis in and out of her, over and over, fast. He wasn't thinking of anything else. And then when he shot the sperm, she knew it felt really good to him. It was amazing how her little girl body could so completely engross him and make him want to do sex to her and work so hard at it and feel so good. She felt important and grown-up. Brian usually made sure they spent some time on the tutoring, but otherwise she could decide what to do. Sometimes she was more interested in talking and playing games than in sex, and Brian was OK with that. He showed her once how sex could be really short and he'd still feel fantastic -- she just got a little bit wet and then he pumped into her for just a few seconds, had his orgasm, and then pulled out. She was OK with that when she wasn't in the mood for feeling all sexy herself. But at least once a week she really was in the mood, and eagerly took the hot dog into her vagina, eager as it went deeper and deeper, and then the delicious sensations from the vibrating ring as Brian pushed it against her sexy parts over and over again. She got so she could tell when he was about to shoot his sperm and had her orgasm just when he did. She liked the idea that they were both feeling fantastic at the same time. Oh! Oh, oh, oh! ============================================================ 2. Brian Oh, my little Alison. You are a miracle. I thought it could never happen in my lifetime -- not in a million lifetimes. You are blond and have big blue eyes and you're so pretty. Would judges rank you as the prettiest girl in the world? Probably not, but you're the most beautiful to me. With the most beautiful smile. You don't think you're pretty, you're just you. You talk about your family, how it's a difficult situation, and I can tell you are basically a good-hearted girl. I feel sorry for you. You like me a lot. You like to kiss and hug and snuggle. I doubt you'd have wanted to do those things if I didn't, but I know you like them. But the miracle is under your dress, inside your panties. The part girls are taught to keep private. The part they are taught to think of as shameful. The part they tell embarrassed jokes about. You pull your dress off and pull the panties down and show me your whole naked self in all its glory. If most girls did that they might just be enjoying being free and natural. But not you. You know what your slit is for and what I think of it and how you like to use it to make me happy and make yourself happy. After you're naked, you lie on the bed with yours legs wide apart and present your slit to me because you want me to play with it. I can lick it and watch you smiling at how good it feels. I can rub with my fingers. But most of all you like the vibrator, and you first want me to slide my penis into you. That is the heart of the miracle. You want me to slide my penis into your vagina. You're seven years old. If you were some child prostitute you might sort of like that in a given moment because it's doing what you've been taught -- a minor job accomplishment. But not you. You want to feel the shaft penetrate your opening and fill up your body between the legs. You've described it with a glowing smile as, "your big hot dog filling me up so full". You want me to get it in not just an inch or two, but all the way, as far as I can go. You want me to press in and out because it feels good. And you want me to orgasm, to ejaculate inside of you. I can tell by your eyes when you see I'm getting close. A gorgeous seven-year-old who wants to get penetrated by a big man penis, to feel the pumping in and out, hard and fast and deep, and wants the man to come, to ejaculate man cream up inside. And not just any man -- me, because you love me. And you are not just any girl, you are so special, my very own Alison. It isn't all altruism on your part -- you get your own reward. But that's also part of adult sex -- women do too. Those deep thrusts press the vibrating ring against you and give you a big orgasm of your own. You didn't just happen to be this way. It wasn't an accident. It was part of a plan. Other pedophiles online spoke of the dildo-vibrator combo, the setup that requires a girl to penetrate herself to get her reward, and over time requires deeper and deeper penetration. The beauty is it's all under the girl's control. It's fine for 12-year-olds, but it doesn't work for most guys who try it with younger girls. For most girls, the pain is more than the pleasure and they stop using it. I'd heard about it and just thought it was an interesting idea in theory. But then you're not just another girl when it comes to sex. You came to my attention because you're a girl who would steal her mother's vibrator and make herself come. Not just once or twice, but every chance you got! You sounded like the right kind of girl! I paid your brother $50 to give you the new vibrator, and an ongoing $20 a week to be nice to you and not blab about your lust. And when I started tutoring you, I found you were the right kind of girl in another way. Your mom is too tired or too limited to really love you like a mother should, and even for $20 a week your big brother doesn't take up the slack. You loved my attention. Alison, I love you. If or when you don't want sex any more, I'd still be your boyfriend in a chaste relationship. If you were sick of that, I'd still be your tutor and your confidant. You need that so much! At least I hope I would. Ordinary adult couples love each other for who they are -- it's not the sex. But then of course sex is part of the mix, and if the sex goes bad it's a source of tension. Every day I have with you is a gift. I try to remember that, and never take it for granted. I've tried to be up front about this. I told you from before the start that people would think I was manipulating you. I told you that if you told anyone it would be the end for me. But you wanted to anyway. And now I trust you -- not that I have any choice. I'm not sure what your brother knows or suspects, but he seems to be happy with the $20 a week. I do know this -- you don't just spread your legs as a favor to me. You like it. You love to get it. You like to make me happy, but it works partly because you know just what I feel and you feel the very same thing when you want to. For years I'd see little girls like you, occasionally see a glimpse of panties, and imagine what I might do, if only... And now "if only" has come true! You take the panties off -- for me and for yourself. And then, to see a beautiful naked seven-year-old with legs spread wide, looking excited... to feel her gently guide my cock tip into her vagina while holding herself open. To feel her pleasure and excitement as my cock slides in deeper and deeper... This is heaven, a miracle on earth. And then to add that I love you so much as a person, it's a miracle ten times over. To feel your small form beneath me as my cock is pressed deep inside you, spurting... I'm so dizzy with physical ecstasy I can barely see your own gorgeous face mirroring mine, as you convulse with your own climax. --------------------------------------------------------- Your mother has lost her job and is having trouble finding another one. I employ David now, or at least that's what your mother thinks. He doesn't actually do anything. I give him another $20 a week for his use if he guarantees to give $80 to her, but it's not going to be enough. What are the other options? The truth is, my dear, if you wanted to work as a prostitute you could replace your mother's previous earnings with a single two-hour session a week. A seven-year-old who can take a man's cock in all the way would be worth a lot. If sullen only a certain kind of man would want her, but if enthusiastic she could command far more interest and more money. I like to think you love me and would never want to have sex with another man, but I'm fooling myself. If the man was nice, you'd be content doing it with him too. I don't know how you'd react to knowing he was paying for the privilege. But I don't want to suggest this idea at all, because I want you as my girlfriend. --------------------------------------------------------- I am astounded by the video David has given me. It's your little sister Katy. He gave her the dildo-vibrator combo, and she's used it. I don't know how she managed to get the whole thing into her, but there she is at four years old, sliding that whole dildo up into her vagina, pressing the ring against her vulva, and coming. A big orgasm she obviously loves a whole lot. She did all the stretching herself. The desire for orgasm did it. I didn't think little girls could stretch that much, but I guess I was wrong. And the next part... he shows her watching a video. It must be child porn he got off the web. David's video shows Katy looking at the video of that man's cock sliding into the little girl's vagina, and she laughs. Laughs and laughs. No worried looks, no confusion. And there's David, asking her what she'd think of letting a man do that. She says it would be fun. He asks what sort of treat she'd need to let a man do that, but she ignores that part. She thinks it would be fun. David knows his little sister can earn a lot of money as a prostitute. So now he wants me to handle the other end, the marketing. And I do have the connections. But I shouldn't. It's a terrible idea. But... Katy loves the dildo, at least if a vibrator orgasm is her reward. And she looks at the little girl getting screwed and she laughs. And then there's the other part. He says that if your mom doesn't find a job soon you'll be heading back across the country to stay with your mom's sister. And that would mean I couldn't see you any more, Alison. I'm already guilty -- oh, so guilty. In for a penny, in for a pound? Might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb? I know I can find men who would treat Katy gently and with great respect. And I have a pretty good idea what they'd pay. Even more than they'd pay for you. ============================================================ 3. Katy Katy loves her modeling job. Most weekends she goes with Brian to the city. They give her different fancy clothes to try on and take pictures of her. She has her own big bedroom in a hotel, with her own hot tub. She gets pizza or hamburgers or whatever she feels like. And ice cream sundaes. She loves ice cream sundaes. And then a man comes to see her in the afternoon. There are a few who come a lot. Jason and Aaron and Jack. They're all nice. They all think she's pretty. When they get naked with her, their penis is big and hard. And after the vibrator gets her excited between the legs, they slide that penis right up inside her, with the ring around, just like the old vibrator but with a penis in place of the plastic thing. And they pump in and out, in and out, and she has a big happy feeling, and then another. And then they get excited and gasp and groan and their face looks funny while she's having yet another big happy feeling -- orgasms, Brian calls them. She got sick of having so many orgasms, so she got so she could find the switch and turn the vibrator off while the penis was going in and out. And then she tried it without any vibrator ring at all. The penis goes in, the man shoves it in and out and in and out, and it's warm and nice in a relaxing way, and then they still gasp and groan and their face looks funny. But they kiss her and praise her and tell her she's wonderful. Brian asked if she'd like to maybe let more than one man stick his penis in her in a weekend. She thought that was fine. They all treat her very nice. One thing she doesn't like is kissing too much. She also gets bored if they spend too much time rubbing and kissing her everywhere. Or if they spend too long going in and out of her vagina. She gets bored with that too. To deal with the boredom problem she and Brian thought of things she could do. So she can scribble on the guys with markers if she wants. Brian started teaching her naughty words and dirty jokes and the men like those. She can sometimes hurry them up if she nibbles on the guy's ear, or whispers, "Make sure you get it really deep and then dump a whole bunch of sperm in my cunny!" Or, "I learned a dirty word... fuck. And I know what it means. It's what you're doing." And then in time to the thrusts she whispers, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." Aaron likes it when she scolds him. "You're a bad, bad man, sticking your big fat penis up into a cute little girl like me! Shame on you!" He likes it if she pinches his nipples. She pinches as hard as she can and he still says it's great. Or, "Are you going to pee your sperm up inside a little girl? That is so bad!" Jack asked her if they could make believe they were doggies, so she tried panting and barking, but the main thing he wanted was for her to get on all fours. He got around behind her and stuck his penis in that way! It still felt fine. He said that's how real dogs make puppies is doing sex that way. A lot of the guys like licking her between the legs. She doesn't mind if they don't spend too long at it. She tried licking a penis once but didn't like it. She gets to play around other ways too. She told Jason he had to wear bunny ears if he wanted to stick his penis into her, and he didn't hesitate. She made Aaron pop an M&M into her mouth every time she asked while his penis was going in and out. He seemed to like it. He stopped while he got all excited ending with the big moan and groan. But then he gave her ten M&Ms at once, and they both had a good laugh about that. She asked Brian about squirting chocolate sauce on a guy. She didn't really want to do that but wanted to know what Brian thought. It seems they'd be willing to do just about anything as long as they get to stick their penis in and out and get happy and squirt their sperm up there. She doesn't mind at all. It's nice to be praised and loved and make people so happy without doing anything at all. When they get up on top of her with that big stiff penis and slide it up into her -- that's fun. It's warm and close, like a special hug, and then they gasp and groan and feel happy, and it's all because of her! She sometimes has the ring on to get her own orgasm and sometimes she doesn't, but when she doesn't she can always remember how good it feels and she knows they feel good just like she feels good, and that's good! So then it's more dress-up and pictures, and more fun meals and treats, maybe the zoo or a little amusement park, and maybe another man sticks his penis into her and feels good, and then it's back home. After she got her modeling job, they moved from the little noisy apartment to a really nice house, where she and her big brother and sister all have their own rooms, and there's a nanny to take care of them all, and a big yard to play in with lots of equipment, and a nice playground nearby. Her mommy is away seeing doctors sometimes, but she comes home and is nice to them pretty much. She was never nice when she was working at that job and they lived in the noisy place. Brian and her family all know about the modeling job. They tell her it's got to be a secret from everyone else. If she tells about it then the other girls might get the job and she wouldn't have it any more. She's happy to keep that secret. Brian's the only one who knows about the other part of her job. She knows that people think it's naughty to talk about your private parts. You're supposed to feel they're dirty. So she knows not to talk about that part anyway, even if he didn't remind her all the time. ============================================================ 4. Mary Ann Mary Ann eased the vibrator tip between her pussy lips and turned the switch on. Warm pleasure spread through her body, and she relaxed. She was a psychological mess. Maybe she was making progress with the therapy -- it was hard to tell. She had been on the verge of having to move in with her sister Nancy in Oregon to keep from being thrown out onto the streets. But it would have been very hard, she feared, what with past resentments, current resentments, and the "I told you so" about her ex Carl. And then her baby, Katy, the one she had conceived even though Carl was firmly opposed -- she'd been less than truthful with him about her contraceptive status -- her beautiful baby Katy had managed to get a modeling career at the age of four. And now Katy's work supported the family at a level of comfort they had never known before. Alison's tutor Brian had made the connections... And Brian had been so good for Alison. Brian showed her Katy in the magazines sometimes, looking so cute. But the magazines were all in Japanese and Chinese. Something about her look appeals to those cultures, apparently. Mary Ann felt like a failure. Her kids were doing OK in spite of her, not because of her. But they deserved this good fortune no less than they deserved the bad fortune they had been heading towards. But the pleasure between her legs... other women like it, but she loves it. When everything seemed bleak and gray, she knew this delicious relief awaited her at the end of the day. She idly wondered if her own girls would react the same way. But they were 8 and 5 years old, and that question was far, far in the future. Meanwhile, that feeling... oh, that feeling. More, more, more... Oh! Oh, oh, oh! ============================================================ 5. Alison Alison and Katy sat on David's hospital bed, one on each side. He'd said he had something important to talk about. He didn't have long, they all knew. Only 60 years old. It was a tragedy. "Alison, Katy..." he said in his hoarse voice, "I hope you can forgive me... for what I did to each of you." "It's OK, David, it's OK," said Alison. "Brothers and sisters are mean to each other sometimes. It's only human." "Not that," said David. "The vibrators. Those special vibrators. They were my doing." Alison stole a glance at Katy. Katy had had a vibrator too? "It was all for twenty bucks a week. When I told my friend Paul about you and mom's vibrator, Alison, the next day his brother Brian got in touch and offered me twenty bucks a week. All I had to do was stop blabbing about you, and then give you the other vibrator. And then charge it when it needed charging." Alison didn't say anything, and she could feel Katy's eyes on her. She couldn't deny it -- no one would believe David would make up a story like that. "And then Brian became your tutor. I knew... I knew he must be sexually abusing you... I'm sorry. You've done OK in life though, right? But it was wrong of me. For twenty bucks a week." Alison gave a soothing smile. "I've done fine, yes." "And Katy, it was all my idea to give you the spare vibrator Brian had bought. I never dreamed you'd use it and get yourself all opened up. Or at least I didn't think so." It was Katy's turn to look away as Alison looked at her with surprise. "And the 'modeling' career. I don't know if you remember me showing you those videos -- of the man and the girl. And how you just laughed. I'm the one who went to Brian. Mom was out of work then. I don't know if you knew how serious it was. Anyway, I hoped we could somehow earn enough so we wouldn't have to go live with Aunt Nancy. Brian did the hard work, he had the connections, but I'm the one who had the idea and started it. I proposed, I hate saying it... pimping you out... Can you forgive me?" "I'm not sure you're remembering all the details right," said Katy. "But I remember some of it, and I do forgive you. You were trying to save the family. You did save the family." "And I forgive you too," said Alison. "I never had to do anything with Brian I didn't want to. And it's worked out fine." "You forgive me? Both of you?" said David, looking back and forth between his two little sisters. They both nodded. "Oh, thank goodness," he said, tears in his eyes. Suddenly he looked very tired. "We'd better let you rest," said Alison. "We'll see you in the morning." The sisters agreed to grab a quick supper in the noisy, crowded cafeteria. Then they went back to Alison's house. Katy had flown in from far away and was staying with her sister. They looked at each other uneasily, then Katy walked into the living room and motioned for Alison to follow. They sat. "How much of my story did you know?" asked Katy. "None of it. I thought it was great Brian found you a modeling career. You seemed to love it." "I did, I did. But modeling was just a cover story, really. I didn't figure that out until much later." "But what about those Japanese catalogs?" "There's an industry called 'vanity modeling'. Brian paid for them to take pictures of me and make those magazines. It's nice to have them." "You were very cute. But that's an expense. The income was..." "Yes, child prostitute. The vibrator that opened you up -- you had that too?" "Yes! So you... you went all the way! At, what, four years old!" "Yeah, until I was seven." "I'm so sorry, Katy!" said Alison. "But it really was a lot of fun. I didn't mind... I looked forward to it, I looked forward to the men doing it to me. They were always very kind." "And I suppose Brian did it to you too?" asked Alison, ashamed to feel a pang of jealousy from so long ago. "No, he never did. He made all the arrangements. He was really nice to me, but he never touched me that way. But he touched you?" "Oh, he touched me all right." "Oh, I'm sorry, Alison." "You know, it was really just fine. I loved Brian. God knows I needed all the support he gave me." "But the sex?" "The sex felt great! There, I've said it. With the vibrator, and the ring around the penis... did you have that too?" "Yes!" "He was my real boyfriend for years. He cared about me. I know, because when I said I was done with the sex, he was sad at first, but then he kept it to himself. He was still my tutor, and he still was my emotional support. We were still in touch until he died... " She shrugged and thought a moment. "I bet you never told mom." "No! You didn't either, I bet." They smiled at each other. Their mother had been someone they supported emotionally, rather than the other way around. "But you... did you have to do it a lot?" "I think the most I ever did in one weekend was five guys. But it was usually just two or three." "I'm so sorry -- or, oops. How was that for you?" "I liked it. I swear, I liked it. I liked the way it felt, and I liked how much they adored my body, and I liked to see them orgasm and to feel their cocks inside me. Yes, and I was only five years old. I tried telling two people over the years, but it didn't go well either time. They never understood. I liked it, damn it!" Alison paused. "I believe you. I should believe you just because you say it. But I feel kind of the same. No, exactly the same. I liked doing it with Brian. I liked how it felt, and I liked how I could make him so happy. So do you believe me?" "Yes!" The sisters smiled at each other. "I don't know if it's in the genes... my Sarah masturbated so much as a girl." "Melanie did too! And Caitlin... And Anne... Listen, Alison, I want to say it out loud, clear as anything. No beating around the bush. I was asked at the age of four what I'd think of letting men fuck me, and I said it sounded like fun. There was never any pressure. I tried it, and it was fun. I said I wanted to do it again. I said I wanted to try with more guys. They were pedophiles, every last one. They were nice men. It was always fun -- especially the bunny ears." Seeing Alison's expression, she said, "I had some of the guys wear bunny ears... I still have a fond memory of the guy gasping and groaning with orgasm with bunny ears on. Brian asked about other guys, and I always said yes and I always liked it, and all the pedophiles were kind to me. They dumped a lot of pedophile sperm in my four-year-old vagina, and I liked it. I liked it when the ring gave me a big orgasm at the same time, and I liked it when I had the guy skip the ring. And I liked it at five too. And also when I was six, and when I was seven! So there!" "OK. I hear you. I believe you. And it supported us..." "Yes! And I had no idea I was a prostitute. Brian said later $10,000 for a trick was about average. $28,000 was the record." "Wow! Let's see, three per weekend, forty weeks a year, $1.2 million?" "Yeah, about that. $4 million in all. Tax-free. And Brian invested it all carefully. So we could keep living well even after I stopped." "Why did you stop?" "I learned enough to know how rare it was and what everyone would think if they knew. So I just said I'd had enough. And Brian didn't hesitate. He asked me like twice more over the course of a week, no pressure, and when I said I wanted to stop, we stopped. Period. I didn't know about the money. I only figured that out a couple years later when I asked Brian. He said there was an offer of $50,000 if I'd do it just one more time. But Brian never mentioned it at the time. And then, when I was worried about how everyone would think I had been horribly damaged, he listened to me, over and over, and gently convinced me that it was entirely up to me to feel good or bad about it. So I decided to feel good about it back then, and now I know it was the right choice." Alison nodded and smiled. "Brian was a good man. Pedophile and all, a good man." "Why do you think he never did it to me? I invited him a bunch of times and teased him about it. I thought I'd figured it out years later -- that it was because he wasn't a pedophile. But you say he was... your story shows he was. Was I just not his type?" "Oh, don't be silly. You were gorgeous -- still are! But I think I know." "Why?" "He wanted to be true to me." "Awww!" But Katy saw Alison wasn't smiling so she sobered up quickly. "And I respect him for that. He really was a boyfriend. He played by the rules... well, given the relationship in the first place, he played by the rules." They were quiet a long moment. "I'm against child sex abuse, you know," said Katy. "Oh yes, me too! ... If someone described what Brian was going to do, I'd say he should never have done it... and yet... I kind of wonder if he actually did know enough to know it wouldn't hurt me." "Yeah, me too. Or else he just got lucky. And we got lucky..." "And what about David?" "He gave each of us a vibrator, though Brian was behind that... He was mean to us sometimes." "Yeah, well, that's just life. We were mean to each other too." "True. He says he showed me a child porn video, and I laughed. That sounds about right. I don't think it would have traumatized me even if I hadn't liked it." "And you know the best thing? He brought us together. So now I don't have this wonderful secret in my past that I can't tell anyone about." "Yeah, me too. Me too. A wonderful secret... Imagine that." The sisters stood and embraced. It really was a wonderful secret, thought Alison. "I got fucked again and again as a little girl and it was just fine!" "Me too! Fucked again and again by lots of guys. And it was just fine!" "But... 'Don't try this at home'." They both laughed. ============================================================ What did you think? I'm always eager for comments, whether positive, negative or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com.