by Lisa Turner
This is a true story.
It all started when I was three years old. I was playing with some Barbie’s in my room. My favorite Barbie had long brown hair and a pretty smile and I liked to look at her. This particular night I was wearing my Rainbow Bright pajamas and little white cotton panties. For some reason I didn’t like wearing clothes much back then, and I still don’t. I remember taking off my P.J.s and looking down at my tiny belly button. I had a weird idea. What if I stuck something inside my belly button? I looked around and there was my Barbie doll. I pressed her feet into my buttonhole hard and felt a sensation that radiated through out my entire body.
I felt my clit swell and I didn’t know what was happening. I knew I loved the feeling. Instinctually I crossed my legs and pressed my tiny thighs together and the pleasure grew. A soft whimper tore from my throat as my baby soft pussy came for the first time. At that instant, my daddy walked in my room. I dropped my Barbie and looked down guiltily. I seemed to know that what I was doing was private and that my father may not approve.
“What are you doing?” he asked curiously. Suspicion seeped into his expression as he searched my guilty face.
“Nuttin’ Daddy. I wus jus playin’ Bawbies.” I picked up my Barbie to show him.
“Why did you take off your pajamas?” My daddy’s face darkened in a scowl. “Put them back on and keep them on.” My daddy watched as I tried to put my P.J.s on again. “Ok, come here. Let me help you.”
Daddy pulled my pajamas over my head and down my little body slowly. His fingers brushed over my skin as he pulled the hem of my nightshirt down. “There you go honey.” My dad’s voice sounded thick with restraint and frustration. He licked his lips and stared at me for a long time. I saw a big bulge in his pants as he watched me. Then he left the room as quickly as he had entered it, and I went back to playing Barbie’s.
Over the next few years I began squeezing my thighs together regularly and having an orgasm. I never knew what I was doing was sexual; I just knew it felt really, really good.
By the time I was 6 years old, I was cumming on a regular basis. I even would do it in class and the students didn’t know what I was doing. I would squeeze my little thighs together and pull my legs up. The pleasure would slowly build and my baby body would start to tremble and then I would explode. Waves of pleasure would ripple through me and I thought it was a game. I tried teaching it to my best friend Melissa but she didn’t seem to enjoy it like I did. She never understood why I would do it or what I was feeling.
When I was in 5th grade I started to make a connection. I realized that what I had been doing since I was three was called an orgasm and that it was sexual. I stumbled upon a nasty film on Showtime one night when my girlfriend Mandy slept over. When we watched this blonde girl take cock, I instinctually pushed my thighs together. I asked Mandy if she ever did that and she said she did too. So together we watched this naughty porn movie and came.
I was what you would call a little cum baby. Nobody ever taught me how; I just learned it myself. When Mommy and Daddy thought I was in my room playing dolls, I was in my room cumming. If my Daddy ever knew for sure what I was doing, what would he have done differently? If you were my Daddy and you knew I was cumming at such a tender age what would you do?
Thinking back, I could have used an extra hand. Oh how I wish my daddy had volunteered.
The End
Lisa Turner © 2002