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