Jack said that since it was so hot out, I should put on my bathing suit and he would spray me with the hose. That sounded good to me, so I went to change my clothes. A couple of minutes later, he came to my room. I only had on my cotton panties at the time and he told me I better hurry up. I sort of expected him to leave, but he didn’t. Being a naïve seven (soon-to-be eight) year old, I finished changing into my suit. I always changed wherever my clothes were, so it wasn’t so unusual. We went on outside and he got me all wet, and I was having a pretty good time making him chase me to get me wet. He said he would be right back and went for another beer.

When he came back, he had the camera I had seen in the bag. I was a real ham and asked if he was going to take pictures of me. He said, “I will if you want.” So I struck some silly poses in my one piece hot pink bathing suit and he took a couple of pictures. It was an instant camera and I got to see the pictures right off. I started feeling better about this guy, but he still had his scary side… and beer breath. He took a couple of more pictures of me and as I waited to watch them develop, he pulled me onto his lap and held the pictures in front of me. I was sitting on the keys in his pocket, but as I tried to stand up, he grabbed my leg to hold me there. His hand was so high on my leg and his thumb was pressed against my ‘thing’. I held still, well because, his thumb felt pretty neat where it was at. I liked it when his thumb moved up and down a little as the pictures cleared up. I had no idea it was intentional.

When he finished his beer, we went inside and he said it was time to get my bath so we could watch some TV together. Since it was usually just me and Mom in the house, I would just leave my clothes in the hamper and run for my nightshirt after I dried off. I started taking off my bathing suit and saw that Jack didn’t know what to do. So I told him Mom would get the tub filled for me to make sure it wasn’t too hot or cold. He sat on the tub to draw the water and I sat on the toilet seat waiting for him to get it filled. I noticed he was looking at my crotch and started to understand what was going on. But I was just a little kid and pretended not to know he was looking at my private place so hard. I knew that staring was considered a nasty thing, but I wasn’t doing anything, so I figured I couldn’t get into trouble. So I crossed my legs Indian style as I sat on the toilet. I knew he could see me a lot better that way and as soon as I saw him glance at me, I got a really neat feeling in my ’thing’.

That’s when he finally had too much of me. I had no idea how crazy I had driven him. I didn’t know that such a flat body as mine was considered a major prize to some men. For some reason I was looking at my crotch and he saw me. He wanted to know what was so interesting about my little pussy. I asked, “Pussy?” He told me that was what grown ups most often called it. I thought, finally, I have a name for it. Then I said I was just thinking I had to go pee. I peed in front of Mom all the time, so when he told me I better go before I got in the bath, I lifted the seat and sat back down. As I started to go, I realized that I had never done this in front of a boy, or a man, before now. I felt a little weird as he watched me wipe myself. In just a couple days, Mom would tell me how excited that had gotten Jack.

The tub was full enough to get started, so I hopped in and sunk under as much as I could to get wet. I threatened to splash Jack and he said ‘I better not’. I asked what he would do if I did? He grabbed my nearest leg and lifted it high in the air and slapped my butt once. Something about that got me feeling really good about being nude in front of him. So I goaded him on and teased him to get him to do it to me again. I got him to do it several more times until the water level was high enough. Then he grabbed the face cloth and got it wet. I told him I could wash myself, but he said my mom had insisted I get a good washing. I knew that wasn’t what she meant, but I had liked the way he had grabbed my leg and spanked my bottom, so I decided to let him.

First he playfully washed my face and neck. Then he went up and down my back, as he held me in place by putting his hand on my chest. I noticed his hand was rubbing my chest as much as the one on my back. But his huge hand on me felt so good, I wanted him to continue. I now got the idea of what he was doing to me. I had heard about guys wanting to feel little girls up, and finally realized that this is what was happening to me. I had been told how nasty it was, but never how neat it felt. I not only decided to let him feel whatever he wanted, I started to position myself to suggest places I wanted him to touch.

So, as he went low on my back, I leaned forward so he could wash my butt cheeks. He rubbed me several times there, then I felt him rub a couple of fingers right up my butt crack. I giggled and told him that tickled. So naturally, he had to do that to me several more times. When he switched to washing my front, he asked if I was ticklish in the front too. I shrugged my shoulders, so he washed my newly named, pussy. As he went over it, he rubbed in circles right around the top of my slit. I had been told the bump he was hitting was called ‘the little man in the canoe’. (Because as a girl looks down at herself at that age, that’s sort of what it looks like.) I told him he was making my little man giggle because of the feeling I was getting. He asked if I liked it and I nodded my head ‘yes’. He dropped the wash cloth and used his fingers directly on my little man as I explained why I called it a little man. I jumped as if I was being shocked, and backed away a little. But I kept sitting right back on his finger to get him to circle that little bump more. He switched to rubbing it with his thumb and I felt his finger sliding through my slit. I couldn’t believe how good this drunken guy was making me feel. But he ended the good stuff and finished washing my legs and feet. Then he rubbed my bottom again as he held me bent over to wash my hair.

Jack told me to finish rinsing myself off and went to the kitchen. He came back with yet another beer and the camera again. He told me I was so cute, he wanted some more silly poses of me. I told him Mom would be mad if I let him do that, but he swore not to tell her. So I stood up and he suggested some poses for me. Jack definitely liked my willingly posing for him, and so did I. After several pictures, he pulled the plug on the drain, wrapped a towel around me, and carried me to the couch. I told him I was going to get my nightshirt, but he told me to stay with him so he could make me giggle some more. I liked that idea. He sat on the couch and held me on his lap. He pulled the towel away from the front of me and pulled each of my legs over his so they were spread wide.

Jack pulled me back against his chest and started rubbing me again. His fear of getting caught had subsided, and he was just rubbing his fingers in between my lips and rubbing my bump like crazy. His head was on my shoulder as he stared at his own fingers as they rubbed away at me. It felt so good, and wasn’t tickling so much. But he wasn’t trying to tickle me anymore; he was just making himself feel good. The rubbing continued as he warned me not to tell anyone. I was in agreement with that, especially Mom. His beer breath turned from a turn off, to inspiring me to think that it was what Mom called ‘courage’. As soon as I had agreed to keep this all quiet, he felt free to rub me all over. He had me lay over his legs like I would for a spanking and rubbed the inside of my legs, paying a lot of attention to my tiny butt cheeks. I laid still for him as I felt his fingers wander over my bubble-butt cheeks and slide over my smooth lips. He must have felt me up for ten minutes.

Finally, he slapped my ass and told me he wanted some more pictures of me. I cheerfully said ‘okay’ this time, since we had agreed to secrecy already. I was told to get the camera and some more film. When he was ready, I struck several more poses at his request. Obviously, I had never seen pictures of myself nude before, so I was amazed at what I looked like fully nude. Jack seemed very uncomfortable and decided it was time for me to go to bed.

I walked to my bedroom, with Jack close behind me. I started to put my nightshirt on, but Jack told me to hop in bed bare butt. He said he might want a quick rub of me again later, and that would make it easier for him. I liked the idea of getting rubbed in my sleep, so I obeyed his wishes. He came over to me and sat on the edge of the bed. As he rubbed my chest, he again told me that I should never tell anyone about what we had done, and I quickly agreed. Then he leaned over me and kissed me hard on the lips. He even pushed his tongue into my mouth and I was more than a little grossed out at the taste of the beer he had been drinking. He slid his huge hand from my chest, slowly and roughly down my abdomen, over my pussy and along my leg to my knee. Then he got up and stumbled out of my room. I covered up and fought past the tingling between my legs to get to sleep.

A little while later, I heard a bang at the front door, and woke just enough to figure it must be Mom. I could hear them talking in the kitchen, in low voices. I struggled to hear what they were saying and went to my doorway. Mom asked if I was okay and if everything went well. He told her, “I got more than we talked about, so here’s your rent money. That’s one sweet little thing you’ve got there.” Mom asked what he meant by ‘more than’ and he said how I had liked my bath so much that I had begged him to feel me up. What a liar… I guess. I couldn’t believe that after promising not to tell anyone, he was actually telling Mom all the things he had done with me. But she didn’t seem at all upset. I started wondering what had gone on, and why if she went to get the rent money, he had just given it to her. That’s when I heard her say that she was full of coffee. She had three cups while waiting at the place down the road.

They went into the living room and I couldn’t hear anymore, so I jumped back into bed. As I lay there trying to make sense of all I had just heard, it finally came to me. I had just earned the rent money for Mom somehow. Did she leave me with Jack on purpose so he could see me naked and feel me all over for money? Why would he pay money for something I basically let him do? I was just about asleep again as I heard my door opening slowly. I could hear Jack telling Mom, “Check this out…”, and I felt the covers being pulled off me. I lay still as I heard Jack continue, “She is so fucking hot. She wanted to do all that stuff. Look at her.” Mom said in a whisper, “She is so beautiful, but I feel so bad for what I let you do. You swear you didn’t hurt her?” Jack told her he never hurt me in the least and they left.

In the morning when I went for breakfast, Mom seemed nervous, but in a good mood. I naively asked if she had gotten the rent money last night and she said, “Yes, I did. Did you have fun with Jack last night while I was gone?” I told her about how he had splashed me with the hose and watched TV with me. She asked, “So everything… went alright? He was a good babysitter?” I said, “He was okay, we had fun. Since you have rent money now, does that mean I might get those pants for my birthday?” She just smiled at me and said, “Good girls manage to get good things.” I was quickly realizing that I had indeed been the reason for the money. It felt really neat being able to help out, and that Mom was now in such a good mood not having to worry about the rent. I asked her, “Is Jack going to be my babysitter from now on?” Mom said, “Maybe, as long as he was good to you.” I told her except for his beer breath, I would stay with him whenever she needed me to. I figured that without admitting that I knew what had happened, I had found a way to tell her I would help out whenever it was needed. If that was all it took to keep my mom in a good mood, I would do it whenever she needed it. After all, most of the things he did felt good to me.

Since the divorce, Mom had started drinking a few nights each week. She would go to a bar down the road a little ways with one of her boyfriends and drop me off at my normal babysitters. I asked her one day that since Jack had babysat me at home, if she could find someway so I could stay home when she went out, instead of getting dropped off at the sitter’s house. She told me it was harder to find people to come to our house, but she would think about it. She asked if I would mind if Jack babysat for me again if necessary. I shrugged my shoulders and said, “I didn’t mind him. I’d rather stay at home no matter what it takes.” That’s when she told me she was going out in two nights and she would see if he was available.

Sure enough, in two nights, Jack was back. It went much like the last time, but with fewer pictures. After I went to bed, I had to get up to go pee. The door of the bathroom was only slightly closed, but I saw Jack on the toilet. He was rubbing his penis up and down, looking at some of the pictures, and it looked huge next to the little boy ones I had seen in the past. I watched for a little bit and then went back to my room. I waited for a little while and went back to pee. Jack hadn’t flushed the toilet and I saw this stuff that looked like thick milk in the bowl. I wondered what it was, but couldn’t figure it out.

Again, the next morning, Mom was in a good mood. I asked why, and she said she had finally caught up on the bills. I smiled to myself and knew it was because I had let Jack entertain himself with me the night before. I felt so proud that I was helping out, but wondered why Mom wouldn’t tell me anything about knowing what he had done to me. I finally figured it out one night before she left me with Jack. I heard her say how as long as I didn’t think she knew, she would let him ‘play’ with me. Now I knew the rules. And as time went on, I think she caught on that I liked the games we played on her nights away. She even asked if I would mind Robert sitting for me one night when Jack couldn’t make it.

Robert was cute and younger than Jack. Mom went out with him now and then, and seemed to like him a lot. I wanted Jack to sit for me, because our games had become a desire for me. I thought for sure that Robert wouldn’t be any fun. However, one night she left me with Robert and went out. I thought it was strange that she would leave her boyfriend behind and go out by herself. But there was a reason for that, it was rent time again.

Robert wasn’t as touchy as Jack was, so I figured that it was going to be just another boring night being babysat. He asked what kind of games girls liked to play, and I named a few. When I said, ‘dress up’, his eyes opened wide. He wanted to know all about that game, so I brought him into my room and showed him all the clothes I had for it. He wanted to see me dressed up, so I put on a few things over my other clothes to become a movie star. My other clothes were visible and he told me it didn’t look very believable like that. So he had me take off all my clothes and put on the movie star outfit again. I felt so dumb wondering why it mattered so much, until I saw him staring at me in my underwear.

Robert asked if I had a glamorous bathing suit. I told him not really, but I had my regular one. He asked me to model it for him. So, I gladly got out of all my clothes, and made sure to parade around him naked a lot while looking for my suit. He was staring so hard at me, I knew mom was going to get the money she was supposed to. After my bathing suit, I didn’t put my panties back on; so every time I changed, he would get to see my thing.

During bath time Robert wasn’t nearly as much fun as Jack had been. All he did was watch me as I played around. He really seemed to like it when I stood up to move around, so I did that a lot.

Mom was crying in the kitchen the next morning instead of the good mood I expected. I tried to comfort her and asked, “Didn’t you get the rent money last night?” She told me she had, but that she had paid a terrible price for it. She hugged me really hard and said she was sorry. Now I understood she was feeling guilty about letting Robert play with me to get the money. I said, “Well Mom, if you need more money, I like staying with Robert and Jack. We have a lot of fun together and I’ll stay with them as much as I need to so you can get the rent money.” She looked at me strangely, like she was wondering how much I knew. I was trying as hard as I could to pretend I didn’t know anything. I just wanted her in a good mood. She finally asked me, “Are you sure you have a good time when I leave you with them?” I replied, “I love staying home to be babysat. And I do everything they tell me too, so they’re in a good mood. And I want to help out as much as I can.”

The next day I heard her on the phone with Robert. She was telling him, “I feel awful selling my daughter like this just to make money to pay the bills. And now you want to ‘rent’ her again for your friend. I can’t do that! You know how bad I need the money, but I can’t do that to Mary Kate.” She started to cry on the phone and I felt really bad. I decided to tell her I was doing this willingly so she wouldn’t think she was doing anything bad to me. When I went into her bedroom, she hung up the phone. I sat on the bed and told her I had some bad stuff to tell her. I confessed to what I had let Jack and Robert do to me. I also told her that I knew she was getting money somehow for it.

Mom was shocked that I knew. But before she went off the deep end, I said, “But Mom, I like the way they make me feel. I don’t care what they do to me as long as it feels good. And until we have enough money so you don’t have to worry, I want them to keep coming over to sit for me. Please let me help out?” Then Mom wanted all the details of what they had been doing to me. Whenever her face would look worried, I’d slip in a, “but it felt good” and she would smile again. She told me that she could get in a lot of trouble if Dad or anyone else found out what she had done. I promised to never tell anyone, and that we could just pretend I didn’t know anything. Mom told me she had to think about it, so I should go play for a while.

A few hours later she came into my room and gave me a big hug that lasted for like two minutes. Then she pushed me to arms length and held me by my shoulders and asked, “Are you really sure you don’t mind your babysitters?” I responded with, “They make me tingle when they touch me. It feels pretty neat.” She fiddled with my hair for a few moments and finally said with a refreshing smile on her face, “That’s good then, because I have to go out tonight and Robert said he could sit for you, but he has to bring a friend with him that’s visiting. Are you really sure you don’t mind them coming over?” I giggled and went beyond answering her with, “Do I have to take a bath again tonight?” She knew I had some of my own wicked desires even at my age, and retorted, “Why I think that’s part of every babysitter’s job, to keep the kid clean. Don’t you think so?” I went back to the book I had been coloring in and said, “I guess if I have to, but I can’t get much cleaner.”

Mom made me promise to tell her if anyone ever hurt me, and said that they were never to put anything into me except maybe a finger and only if it didn’t hurt. She said how she made them promise not to do certain things when left alone with me, and that it didn’t take much to make silly men pay our rent and bills. She told me how my big ‘selling point’ was my innocence, so I should just act like a natural eight year old and pretend I didn’t know what they wanted was naughty. It was then that she admitted how happy Jack got when I peed in front of him and that maybe I should do that more often. Mom said that whenever she would leave me with them, that she would be at the roadhouse down the road having coffee.

So, Robert showed up that night with a friend by the name of Steve. They were given the standard orders; homework, a really good bath, and to bed by 8:30. I got a really big kiss goodbye and this time, a knowing smile between us. I had thought all day about what men might like about little girls, and it seemed they liked to see me naked best, and to feel me all over. So, I had prepared for the night by wearing just a loose sundress and my prettiest pink panties. At first I plopped face down on the floor in front of the couch they were sitting on. I kicked my legs up and down, knowing that I had kicked my dress over my bottom and they could see my panties.

After a little while they asked me what I wanted to have some fun. Robert suggested playing with the hose. I got up and as I got really close to him, I bent over and whispered in his ear. Then, just as I screeched, “Tickle fight”, I tickled his sides. I knew that during tickle fights with my mom that it was impossible to keep my dress down. Robert started tickling me back, and as I screeched and rolled around trying to get away, my dress was all over the place. By the time he got me pinned to the floor, it was up to my armpits and he started tickling me there. Steve’s eyes were fixed on my exposed areas. I finally squirmed away from Robert and ran beside Steve and said, “Protect me, he’s gonna get me.”

But instead of being my savior, he picked me up and sat me on his lap. He whispered in an evil tone in my ear, “He, he, but I’m the one you have to look out for…”

He slid one hand under my dress and held me to him by my chest, and started tickling me with his other hand. I flailed all around and I begged Robert for help, as Steve tickled my armpits, my sides, and my knees. Then his hand worked up my legs, asking all the time, “Is this ticklish… is this ticklish.” His hand finally made its way between my legs and he tickled me there for a moment. Even though it wasn’t all that ticklish there, I made believe that he had found my ‘secret spot’. And that’s where he stayed to tickle me. I continued begging Robert to help me, and he said, “Okay… I’ll help.” With that he grabbed my feet so I couldn’t kick anymore and spread my legs apart.

Steve’s tickling slowed down a little as he saw how much I didn’t care about his fingers being on my smooth little pussy. He took one finger and rubbed it lightly over my mound and my slit. I quickly settled down and stopped giggling. He knew my response was one of interest at what he was doing now. I was asked if that tickled and I said, “No, but it feels good.” Both men calmed down to watch my reactions as Steve rubbed me there. Robert let go of my legs and realized I was holding them spread on my own. I said, “You shouldn’t be doing this. If Mom ever found out, she’d be so mad at you.” Robert asked if I was going to tell her, I said, “Noooo, it feels too good.” With that as an invitation, he reached forward and pulled my panties off me. Then he slid one of his fingers up between my lips. He kept sliding his finger through me like that and staring at me. I wiggled my bottom against his finger a little so he could see I liked it. Steve was rubbing my chest and trying to pinch my nipples, but they were so small, he had a hard time pinching them with his big fingers.

Here I was, spread eagled on one mans’ lap with my dress half way up my chest, getting a finger rubbed through my slit, and held in place by two big hands rubbing away at my chest. All I could do was twitch with all the wonderful sensations I was feeling. I wanted to get out of my dress, so I squirmed away from the hands holding me and my sundress just pulled off my shoulders as I slid to the floor. I got up and went on the attack trying to tickle the both of them. It felt so neat with all those hands rubbing spots that shouldn’t be getting touched.

I wanted to do that special thing that Mom had said that Jack really liked. So, I told them I wanted to take my bath now. They play-chased me into the bathroom, and I hopped on the toilet to go pee. I spread my legs so they could see me do it. It felt weird, because I never spread my legs normally to pee.

As Robert started my water running, I told him I wasn’t going to wash myself this time. If they wanted me clean, they were going to have to do it. That made them smile. When I started to wipe myself after peeing, they both were staring at my crotch as I did it. Then Steve lifted me off the toilet and sat me in the tub. I screamed and grabbed onto his arms and pulled myself against his chest. Robert only ran cold water and it was freezing. Steve turned me around to show his friend that I had two very hard little nipples from the cold water. He was also holding me up with his forearm right between my legs. It felt pretty amazing being held up that way.

When the water was finally the right temperature, Steve sat me back down in the tub. But I continued acting like a brat and refused to take the washcloth from them. So both men took turns washing different parts of me. Steve seemed to like washing my butt and my chest the most, while Robert liked doing my front. It felt really nice the way he would rub one or two fingers over my slit and nub, and make little circles. I loved being the focus of their attention, and seeing them lose control over a little girl. As soon as it was determined that I was clean enough, I got wiped down, and carried under Robert’s arm into the living room.

While we watched TV, they fought over whose lap I was going to sit on. They finally decided to take turns sharing me. When I would sit on Steve’s lap, I noticed a big lump under my butt. I felt under me and asked what it was, and Steve said it was his happy stick. I asked him what it had to be happy about, and was told the feel of my butt was enough. I figured out that he was talking about his penis. I asked if I could see it, and he looked at Robert. The men agreed that I could as long as I promised never to tell anyone.

Steve sat back against the couch and told me to go ahead. When I figured out he was waiting for me to open his pants, I started undoing his belt and zipper. I had to struggle to get his pants and underwear down far enough to see it. I was amazed at the size of it. I wrapped my hand around it and told him how warm and hard it felt. As I felt it and inspected his two really hairy balls, I was just so in awe of it’s look and feel. As I stared at it, Steve told me I could taste it if I wanted to. I wrinkled my nose and shook my head. He assured me that it tasted good, and urged me to take a quick taste of it. So I finally bent over it and licked the big tip of it. He told me to open my mouth a little, and when I did, he slid it into my mouth some. It felt so huge and smooth. He did that to me a few times and then Robert asked if I wanted to see his. I pulled away from Steve and said, ‘sure’.

As I got between his legs, he already started to open up his pants. When I got them down enough to see his penis, I said, “It’s so much bigger than Steve’s, how come?” Robert said they were all different and told me to taste his a little. So I took the tip of his into my mouth and sucked on it like a lollypop. Then he started to push it into my mouth just like Steve had, but he held his hand on the back of my head. That got me scared and after he pushed it into me a few times, I squirmed away from him.

We went back to watching TV together until it was bedtime, with them taking turns with me sitting on each of their laps as they ran their fingers over my thing.

When I went to bed, they asked if it was normal to go to bed nude. I told them I did whenever I got babysat. Then Robert said it hadn’t been fair earlier when I got to taste them, but they hadn’t got to taste me. So I spread my legs wide and told them, “Go ahead, I don’t care.” Steve said he didn’t want to, but Robert got right between my legs on his hands and knees, and started licking at my pussy. I asked him how it tasted and he said it was sweet as sugar. I found that hard to believe, but he liked it. It felt sooo good and made me tingle like crazy when he put his tongue into my hole and wiggled it. He did that for a little while and told me I better get to sleep.

I pretended to be asleep until Mom got home. I snuck to the door to see what I could hear. They all were whispering, so I couldn’t hear too much. But I did hear Robert telling my mom that nobody had better ever find out about what had gone on. Then he handed her some money, and they left.

After the guys left, I went out to the kitchen to see my mom. She wanted to know what the matter was, and I told her I just wanted to be sure they had enough fun to pay our rent. She told me that the rent had already been paid, but that the money they gave her would pay off a lot of bills. I told her how happy that made me feel and asked her if she would lay down with me until I fell asleep. She kissed me and said sure.

I plopped down on my belly and she laid beside me, and rubbed my back. She wanted to know what kinds of things we had done together. I went through all of it, and when I got to the part where I looked at their penises, she seemed a little mad. I turned over and told her that it had been my idea, not theirs. That made her feel better. I told her I even tasted both of them and that it was pretty neat. She asked me if I really liked that and if it had been my idea as well. I told her ‘yes’ so she wouldn’t get mad at them. Then when I told her that Robert had tasted me when I first went to bed, she became very interested and wanted me to describe it to her. I told her how great it felt, and how when he did the thing with his tongue, how much it tingled. She wanted to know where his tongue was, so I took her finger and put it on the exact spot he had been at. She made a small circle with her finger and asked, “Right here?” I moaned at the feel of her finger and said, “Yeah, right there. Your finger feels so good doing that.” She rested her head on her arm and looked at me as she kept playing right at my hole with her finger. I giggled and smiled at her, and told her again just how good that felt.

When my bottom seemed to want to jump around on its own, she rubbed the palm of her hand over my whole thingy a few times rather hard. It felt like her hand was holding me like a big ball. Her eyes got a dreamy look and then a little frightened. She took her hand away, and I asked her to keep doing that to me. But she said it was wrong, and told me to turn over and go to sleep. I forgot to give her a kiss goodnight. So I turned to lift up and give her a kiss, and she was sniffing her fingers. I wondered why she would be doing that, but kissed her and lay back down.