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.

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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.

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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.

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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?

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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.

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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.

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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!

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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.

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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!

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.


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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!

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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.


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