Author: Sterling
Title: Three Ways into a Little Girl's Vagina
Summary: The deepest yearning of the pedophile is for the sexual
center of the girl -- the vagina. The reality is forever off
limits, but imagination has no limits. Here is a collection of
three stories -- three different happy, fictional worlds where it
happens.
Keywords: Mg, pedo, loli, 1st, group, humor, reluct

NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 10/4/2022.

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Three Ways into a Little Girl's Vagina

Prologue

Some men want a male partner -- to me, completely alien -- out of
the question.

I want a female partner. Male with female, partners in many
things. But at the center of it all is an erect penis and a
fervent desire -- nay, a ferocious necessity! -- to get that
penis into the female. And not just anywhere. An opening that is
on the centerline, between the legs, hidden by underwear until it
is gently moved out of the way -- or ripped away, if need be! The
sight of the opening promises a tube within which can satisfy the
ferocious desire of the penis to penetrate. What happens next
depends on the age of the female. Let us set aside the small
girls, to consider them later. For adult women, that opening
leads into a tube that can accept the entire penis up inside. And
while insertion of an erect penis into a body seems to run the
risk of violence and damage, in this case it is not so! The
inside of the tube is slick and hot, and it opens up gracefully
for the penis as it enters and then hugs it tightly. The desire
to penetrate is followed by insistent, urgent thrusting over and
over again, of penis in and out of this wonderful tube, building
up to ecstatic release! Semen surges into the depths of the
vagina, pleasure and satisfaction surge into every corner of the
adult male body.

The adult female brings to the act far more than a vagina that is
perfectly configured in physical terms to receive the penis. She
brings a desire for it -- she wants this very thing to happen!
This is the way humans reproduce -- an essential part of our life
cycle. Ultimately, the woman needs it as much as the man, and
both know it. This is the happy underlying structure of sex for
the ordinary men and women who make up the bulk of humanity.

But what about the small girl? I am not ordinary, in that the
desire for the adult female pales beside the desire for the small
girl -- perhaps one who hasn't even started school. I hold myself
above the naked small girl, erect penis twitching. There is that
opening, the one exposed when the underwear goes away. I aim and
prepare to slide into that welcoming vagina that hugs the penis
so perfectly -- and I stop. I cannot. Behind the opening is a
tube that is short, narrow and dry. It is to the mature vagina as
a dark spot on the chest is to a woman's breast. The throbbing
glans wouldn't fit in far at all, and the girl would feel pain.
The more insistent the attempt at penetration the greater the
pain -- and it still wouldn't go very far at all. The risk of
violence that is so miraculously averted with the mature woman is
not averted here. To press on is raw violence.

My attraction to females centers on penetration; it is the heart
of the desire. Penetration of the small girl is impossible. What
might feel like an unstoppable force has been thwarted by an
immovable object that is in fact far more powerful than the
force.

What about the other things -- the other ways that partnership
can be expressed? The fondling, stroking, kissing, snuggling,
gazing into each other's eyes, dreaming of a future -- all that
could be done without physical pain -- but the mismatch in the
psychological realm is serious. Puberty produces far more than
physical changes in a girl. It creates the desire to share all
those things with another person. Before puberty, those desires
are simply not there. There are genuine parts of the little girl
mind that look like those, if you are desperate to find them. But
they are in fact quite different. Snuggling is nice for some
girls, now and then, for a while. Snuggling with one person and
then another and then another is completely natural if she likes
them. Note that in contrast the adult typically cares a great
deal who else the partner snuggles with. Dreams of a future
together for the girl are part of make-believe. If the girl must
part forever from a friend, there may be sadness, but nothing
like the crushing despair of the adult who loses his lover.

I can write of all these mismatches before even introducing the
customs and values and taboos of our society, where men might be
allowed to be friends with small girls but never to have small
girlfriends. Even the appearance of impropriety can have
unpleasant consequences for both the man and the girl.

But imagination... Imagination is free. In imagination society
will let me have a small girlfriend. In imagination I can hug or
snuggle or gently stroke sex organs and have mine stroked in
return. And in imagination I can return all the way to that erect
penis poised at the hairless lips of a small girl. In
imagination, the vagina behind the lips can be as completely
welcoming as the adult woman's.

There is no end to the variety of imaginary worlds in which that
penis can slide happily into the small girl. But here I have
gathered together three stories.

The first is set in motion by an imaginary committee of modern
bureaucracy. The second achieves the desired miracle with the
magic of witchcraft gone awry. The third miracle derives from the
full power of the God of Abraham.

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Chapter 1

The policy board assembled around a grand oval table.

The chairman said, "So, we believe we are ready to make a final
recommendation on this. Dr. Swanson, would you care to
summarize?'

Dr. Swanson was a woman of middle age, dressed in a suit, hair
pulled back in a pony tail.

"Fifty years ago, pedophiles were hounded out of their homes,
even if they had done nothing wrong. A great many ended up for
decades in prison, for no crime other than looking at pictures of
small girls and boys in sexual positions. Fortunately, society
gradually began to see the light. Pedophiles could be known in
public and were tolerated. Friends and family were typically
supportive if the pedophile came out -- as likely to be
supportive as of individuals coming out as gay or lesbian.

"This tolerance rested heavily on a pledge to not engage in any
sexual activity with children. To allow partial satisfaction,
viewing of any image was decriminalized. Impressive results were
also obtained with sex dolls and virtual reality scenarios. But
actual sexual activity with a child was still treated as a
serious crime.

"Gradually penalties were reduced for sex with willing teens.
They were reduced for willing younger children, if sexual
activity appeared to them as play.

"Of course all of this is helpful to pedophiles, but ultimately
it was just as unsatisfying to them as substitutes are for us. We
want the freedom to have genuine intercourse with a willing
partner, and that ability is part of what makes us human adults,
even if we choose to exercise that right only rarely or not at
all.

"But testing has revealed a small subset of children who react
positively to sexual attention, and longitudinal studies have
borne this out. We think some will be willing to participate in
full intercourse, and that is where our study goes beyond
previous ones. Any physical size mismatches can be easily solved
with minor surgery.

"There are some religious communities that are devoted to serving
others, and a few are willing to experiment with extending that
service to being full sexual partners with pedophiles. Their
children are already immersed in a culture of service to others.
They and the men who visit will be granted a special legal
immunity."

The chairman said, "Any discussion?"

Objections had been addressed in advance, in a long series of
preparatory meetings.

"All in favor?" All hands went up. "All opposed?" No hands went
up.

"The plan is approved."

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Katy knew it was an important meeting. Her buddies Meredith and
Laura were there, and they were all four years old, but there
were also a handful of bigger girls, and Mrs. Sproul, who was one
of the teachers. She had just heard a couple older kids mention
that it was the "panty meeting".

Mrs. Sproul began. "As you know, our church is a church of
service to others. You know how our men and women help people out
with whatever needs doing. Some of us work to earn extra money so
we can distribute it to those in need. We visit the sick and take
care of them, we help people who suddenly need help when other
plans fall through. The big boys and big girls do that sort of
thing too. Sometimes we send little girls and boys to visit in
old age homes just because the residents love to see some
children around them.

"But there is a new opportunity little boys and girls have to
make men happy in a way they can't get happy anywhere else. The
little boys are handled separately for this, so this meeting is
just about girls. You three -- Katy, Meredith, and Laura -- are
now old enough to decide about this. You're four years old! You
already know your private parts are yours alone and no one else
can do things with them if you don't want them to. That's the
rule throughout the whole world everywhere. But we think little
girls and boys should be able to let other people play with their
private parts if they decide for themselves that they would like
that. There are quite a number of men in the world who would very
much like to do things with a little girl's private parts, and
sometimes little girls don't mind trying it out, and sometimes
they feel OK about it, and sometimes they even feel really proud.
Sometimes they don't like it. But we leave it up to each girl to
figure it out for herself. So I've brought a few of the bigger
girls to tell you what they decided." The community was small
enough that Katy knew these three girls pretty well already.

Mrs. Sproul nodded to Alison, who said, "My privates are just my
privates, and they're all mine. They say when I get older and go
through puberty I'll want to share them maybe with a special boy
my age, but I just have to take that on faith, because I sure
don't feel that way now! When Mrs Sproul gave me the choice a
couple years back, I said I wasn't interested, and I wasn't. And
she never asked me again. I knew that if I changed my mind
somehow I could go find her, but she would never ask me again."

Alison looked at Meghan, the girl to her left. "I thought I'd
give it a try. Mrs. Sproul told me that all of the things I might
do were things big girls and women did with men. So even if it
seemed strange now, it wouldn't when I'm older, so it's just
acting older than I am. First I was with some men who hugged me
and kissed me on the cheeks, took my clothes off, and touched me
all over. That was fine. Then she told me the first really
different thing a man would want to do was lick me in the
privates -- yes, with his tongue!" All three little girls made
sour faces. "Women really like it when men are willing to do
that, Mrs. Sproul said. So I could at least not mind. I giggled a
little the first time. But the man made little happy sounds the
whole time, and when he was done with that he told me how very
happy it had made him, and I could see he really meant it."

Katy was spellbound.

"So Mrs. Sproul told me how the way to really, really help a man
feel good was to let him stick his penis in my vagina. It sounded
weird, but I know that's what women and really big girls do, and
they really like it. But to do that I'd have to first go through
the 'make your vagina stretchier' thing, which was a bunch of
sessions with a nurse. It only hurt a little now and then, and
when we were done I could stick something as big as a banana up
there! And then a man came in and we talked and played and he
kissed me all over. I liked him so I let him slide his big penis
right up into my vagina! He moved it in and out, and he was
incredibly happy. And then I let a second man do it, and then a
third. Every single man who got to stick his penis into me was so
happy! The more I did it the better I felt. Everyone says a girl
who does that is giving the very best service any of us can give,
and I decided I could." She looked at Quincy, sitting to her
left.

"For me things started out like Meghan. But I didn't find it
funny when the man licked me in the privates, and maybe that's
something to pay attention to -- if you at least find it kind of
humorous that's a good sign. But I wanted to serve others in this
special way that only a few of us can do, so I did the stretchy
vagina thing, and then a man did it to me -- slid his penis in --
and it didn't hurt at all but still felt kind of icky. I could
tell how much he liked it, but I didn't really like making him
happy. I let another man do it, and then another. Mrs. Sproul
always said that if I didn't feel good about a particular man I
didn't have to let him, and I found I was not feeling good about
more and more of the men. Mrs. Sproul figured out something was
wrong. I resented letting them do it, even if it made them really
happy. So she said I should leave the program and I did." She
looked at Meghan, who smiled. "It's the best kind of service, I
guess, but I don't want anyone else playing with my privates."

Mrs. Sproul said, "Yes, service is only good when you are truly
comfortable with it. So there you have it, three different
perspectives from the big girls. So you get to choose! No need to
decide in a hurry. Take your time!"

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Katy was getting ready for her first man. Before she let him into
the room, she stopped to look at herself in the mirror. She had
long golden hair and big blue eyes. Everyone said she was pretty,
and she could see why, though she wished her cheeks weren't quite
so big. She wore nothing but a simple white dress. She felt
pretty confident he would think she looked OK for a little girl.
As for the rest, she was still kind of nervous.

She opened the door and a man said, "Hi, I'm Frank."

"I'm Katy," she said. "Come on in."

She lay back on the bed.

"You're so pretty... Can I look under your dress?" he asked. She
knew she could in theory say no, but she nodded, and he lifted
the dress up and looked at her down there. "Oh, it's so special,"
he said. "I don't have anything like that, you know. I have
something different." She didn't know why he was telling her he
had something different. Kids learned that when they were very
small. "But what you have is so special. Can I touch it?"

She nodded. Then with his finger he stroked up to down on those
little lips, so softly she could barely feel it. "Oh, that makes
me so happy!" he said. "Can I... I'm kind of embarrassed even
asking... slide those lips apart -- just a little! -- to see
what's inside?"

"Yes... But do you mind if I take my dress off? It's kind of
uncomfortable bunched up like this."

The man grinned. "Not at all!" he said. She kind of knew he would
say that, and she liked it. She liked how he looked up and down
her naked little body as she lay back down.

The man then spread the lips apart. She could feel his finger a
little more, and she could tell how much he loved it. And then he
asked about trying to touch her with his tongue. Mrs. Sproul had
said this first man probably would. She nodded. And a tongue felt
different than fingers. More intense, somehow. And she got these
tingly feelings. Not like it felt good itself, but it felt
different. She could kind of see why Frank liked it. Or maybe it
did feel good to her too. She wasn't sure.

She had a sudden impulse. "You've been playing with my private
parts, can I look at yours?" She had permission to do that if she
really wanted to, though Mrs. Sproul had encouraged her to take
things slowly. But she wanted to.

Frank's eyes went wide then, and he said, "Well, OK, since you
ask..." He moved way down to the end of the bed, and pulled down
his shorts and underpants, and there was his penis! It was big
and sticking straight out. She'd seen pictures of a penis when it
was big like that but she'd never actually seen one in person, on
a real man right there with her.

"And it's playing with my girl parts that makes it get big like
that?" she said. She kind of knew the answer already, but wanted
to hear him say it.

"Well, um, yeah, that's why."

Katy smiled.

"But I've got to be going before anything else happens." He
pulled his underpants and shorts back up, and then kissed her on
one cheek, really tenderly, and then the other. She thought about
the idea of him sliding that big penis up inside her privates,
and how happy he would look, and she was pretty sure the program
was for her!

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Mrs. Sproul said this was a big step, but Katy was looking
forward to it. A nice man kissed her all over, and used his
fingers down below, and licked her, and then moved up again until
he was beside her. This man was naked, as was she, and his big
penis was sticking straight out.

"Can I... Can I slide this into you? They say it's your first
time."

"It is... You may," said Katy simply, lying back with legs spread
wide. Down below, things happened just as she expected. He moved
on top of her, aimed his big penis, put it at her opening, and
gently pushed it into her, a little at a time. "Is that OK? Can I
go deeper?" he asked.

She looked at him then, and hadn't quite expected to see such
excitement and joy on his face.

"You may," she said. She was inclined to be silly or flirt with
him, but he looked so serious she thought she should too.

Down below there wasn't much to see except less and less of his
penis shaft showing each time. But inside she felt it going
deeper and deeper. But up above, his eyes were closed, but his
face was just radiant. He went a little faster, a little deeper,
a little more insistently, and then suddenly he gasped and held
his penis still, deep inside her. She actually felt it twitch a
little, and knew that meant his sperm was shooting out inside
her. When he calmed down a bit he stayed on top of her, holding
his weight, and just gazed into her eyes.

"You really liked that," she said. He nodded. "Really, really
liked it?" He nodded again. "Well, I'm glad!" She squirmed a bit,
and he rolled off of her and sat up, his penis sliding out.

"Bye now," he said. "I'd love to see you again... Well, I guess
we'll see how the schedule goes."

And that was her first time, and she thought it was great.

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The room had five girls in it, and at the moment there were no
men. Each of the girls was wearing a pastel-colored dress of a
different shade.

A man entered. "Any of you do it like a doggy?"

A couple of the girls looked at each other uncomfortably. One
shook her head.

Katy said, "I've never done it that way, but I'm willing to try.
What do I do?"

"Kneel on the bed, then put your hands down, kind of like you
were a doggy... Simple, eh?"

She took her pale blue dress off completely and did her best
guess. "Like that?"

"Perfect!" said the man. "Now I wanna give you some puppies." She
felt his penis then, stiff like any other one, but going into her
from the rear! It felt OK. Then she looked over her shoulder and
saw the man, holding her rear end and pumping in and out, with
eyes closed and such a happy expression. She turned back around,
he grabbed her rear end harder and pushed harder and faster, and
then he groaned. As his penis softened, she could feel it was
wetter back in there. Usually if she paid attention she could
feel that whenever a man finished inside her. He stayed upright,
on his knees, and she turned around and approached him for a hug.

"Was that really special?" she said.

"Oh, yeah!" said the man.

"Well, I'm so glad to help you get happy!"

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He was naked except for the blindfold.

"Oh, where you are you, you little imp?" said the man... Wait
'til I catch you! Just you wait!"

Katy let the cloth rustle under her feet, then hopped away
silently. The man felt his way over to where she had made the
noise, and his groping hands found nothing. "Oh, I'm gonna get
you!" he said in a voice more playful than threatening. She made
a little sound from the other side of the room, on the other bed,
and tried to hop away but this time he was too quick for her.

"Aha!" he said, hand firmly around one of her ankles.

"No, no, let me go!" she said plaintively.

"I've got you and now you're mine!"

"What are you going to do with me?" she asked, pretending she was
scared.

"I'm going to find the part of you I want and I'm going to take
it!" he growled.

It took him no time to wrestle her down onto her back. Releasing
her ankle, his grasp moved up to thigh, arm, back. His penis had
been kind of floppy when he first came into the room, but now it
was rapidly getting bigger.

He reached her pussy parts and began stroking gently. "You
shouldn't touch me there!" she said. "That's private!" She had to
try hard not to giggle.

"Oh, no, that's exactly where I want to touch you. And way more
than touch! My cock fucks up into your pussy... It's natural!"

She had been taught that the men could use all the dirty words
they wanted. Sure enough, his stiff cock found the entry to her
pre-lubricated pussy, and he began easing it in. He then ripped
off the blindfold and feasted his eyes on her, from head to pussy
and back. "Oooohh, even nicer than I dreamed!" he said, his penis
sliding up inside her more and more.

"Are you really going to... do that thing in there?" she said,
wide-eyed innocence.

"Sure am!" His thrusts got more intense, deeper, and faster, and
then he groaned and slowly relaxed. He slowly eased off of her
and sat on the bed, his glistening, shrinking cock sliding out of
her.

"Oh, that sure was a treat, you little kiddo!" he said. "Mmmm,
mmmm! And special that you pretended not to really want it."

"Happy to help. Make-believe is fun."

He left with a smile. Katy was happy knowing she'd done her job.

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Alison, Sally, and Katy all lay back on the bed side by side,
naked, legs apart but knees raised. They held their knees with
their hands.

The man covered Alison with his body mostly, and she pulled
outward with her hands, moving her knees apart and spreading her
legs. He slid his penis up inside her.

"Oh my, oh my!" said the muscular young man, pumping away. "Oh,
very nice, very nice!" he moaned. "But you other two are so sexy
too..." He slid out of Alison, shifted over a couple feet and
slid into Sally. "Oh, even nicer, maybe. You've got a tighter
pussy! But you..." he said, eyeing Katy. "I can tell you're the
youngest..." She felt his stiff cock surge up into her and start
pumping. "Oh, but you, way over on the left... Your pussy was so
nice!" He shifted back to Alison, and then into Sally again. "Oh,
wow, I've got to dump my load somewhere, and you're all so
tempting and sexy!"

"What does 'dump my load' mean?" said Katy to Sally in a stage
whisper.

She whispered in turn, "It means 'go to the bathroom'! You know,
when he pees you full of the stuff!"

"Oh, right, I see!" She switched to a normal voice and addressed
the man. "You can go to to the toilet in me... I've got a nice
toilet!" she said.

"No, me, me!" said Alison. "I love to feel those waves of warm
pee wetting me all over inside!"

"I'd love to get it too," said Sally. "Your pee makes me feel wet
and good inside... And you're already here -- your thing is
already inside!" She gave a flirtatious smile.

"Oooo, all so tempting... Which offer should I take?" He
hesitated, then shifted over to Katy, shoved in, and then did
something a bit different. He let his weight down on her, grabbed
one of her butt cheeks with each hand, and pumped harder. Katy
couldn't breathe very well, but she had a sense he wasn't going
to take long. His thrusts got deeper and even more urgent, and
then he lunged deep and held perfectly still as he whispered,
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Katy could tell he had dumped his pee up
in her, but still he lay on her with all his weight. Katy started
wriggling underneath him. He took his sweet time raising his head
to look at her. "Oh, you little cum dump, you want to breathe
too? So picky!" He then rolled off of her, his cock sliding out.
He was shiny with sweat from the exertion of all the thrusting he
had been doing. Some of the sweat of his body made hers shiny
too. She gasped for air but also laughed.

"You got the pee, huh?" said Alison to Katy, pretending to be
disappointed.

"I guess I did! If you want some you could go fishing for it..."

"Ewwww! I'm not going to put my fingers in your toilet!"

"Thank you kindly, ladies," said the young man, smiling and
stretching. He left the three of them lying side by side on the
bed.

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The safe word phrase, Katy knew, was "penis, penis, penis!" She
lay on the floor against the wall, all the way under the bed.

"There you are, you little slut!" said the man. He reached his
arm under the bed, but when it wasn't long enough to do the job,
he followed with his head and upper chest.

"You leave me alone!" said Katy.

"Oh, no, I've found you and I'm going to take you!"

The man's hand was groping close to her now. "Go away!" she said,
kicking his hand away. But the kick got him oriented, and in a
flash he grabbed an ankle and pulled. When he had fished her out
from under the bed, he made short work of picking her up and
tossing her on the mattress, on her back. She was wearing nothing
but panties.

"Anything that's not covered up, OK?" said Katy with mock hope.

"Oh, no dear, that's just what I want! What's covered up! That's
just what I'm going to have!"

He grabbed her white panties and pulled them down, then laughed.
Under the white panties was a pair of pink ones! Alerted now to
the possibility of more, he reached inside at the waist past the
purple ones, the black ones, the yellow-stripes to white ones
again, grabbed them all at once and pulled them all down.

"You're not supposed to do that!" said Katy with indignation.

"Oh really?" said the man. "What am I allowed to do?" He was
toying with her, she knew.

"OK, you want to look? You can look, for just a little bit."

"Oh, my, you naive little imp.. I'm not just going to look, I'm
going to touch." He fondled her, while Katy wrinkled her nose.
And then his cock appeared in her view -- stiff and huge.

"That thing... Is that your, um, penis?" She switched to a
whisper on the last word.

"Of course, you hot girl!"

"They say men stick it in women to make babies, but I'm way too
young. And my hole is way too small!"

"Oh, we'll see about that!"

"No, no," whined Katy as the man's body started to cover hers,
the huge male organ approaching her between the legs. "Not
inside, not inside, that's rape! You can't!" she said with
urgency.

"Oh yes I can, sweety-pie, and I'm going to."

She looked at him with wide eyes as it slid up into her. "That's
so gross! It's huge! Take it out!"

"Told you it would fit!"

"OK, you've proved your point, now take it out!"

"Oh, no, my little honey, I'm just getting started." He started
pumping in and out.

Katy frowned with disgust. "That's so mean of you... That's
humiliating -- like rubbing it in. You don't want to humiliate a
poor little girl, do you?" she said, looking at him with puppy
eyes.

"Nah, a girl like you is meant for fucking, and I'm going to
fuck. It's what men and women do. It's not humiliating -- you'll
understand when you're older."

Katy whined again. "I heard men pee goop into women to start
their babies, but you wouldn't do that to me because I'm too
young, right? You wouldn't want to, right? The idea is so gross!"

"Oh, but that's just what I want to do. That's what I'm going to
do! But it's not peeing, it's called 'ejaculation'. A nice long
word. Can you say 'ejaculation'?"

"'Jaculation'. See, I said it! But don't do it, OK? No
ejaculation in there! I'm just a little girl, remember?"

"Oh my, you feel so good inside, little sugar bun. So nice of a
hug on my cock..."

"Don't pee, don't pee, whatever you do! That would be the worst!"

The man considered. "OK, I promise. I won't pee."

"Oh, phew!" said Katy.

With an evil grin, he said, "I'll ejaculate instead!"

The man pumped in and out, harder and harder, deeper and deeper.
Then he moaned and began to relax, then pulled out.

"Well, that was awful! And you're a terrible man for doing it!
But at least you didn't ejaculate!"

"Well, I got a confession to make," he said, catching his breath.
He gave her a crooked little smile. "I lied. I ejaculated. It
felt fantastic!"

Katy opened her mouth in mock horror. Then her demeanor shifted.
"How'd I do?" she asked.

"Oh, fantastic. I coulda believed almost I was actually raping
you!"

"Oh, goody!"

"But you remembered the safe phrase, right?

"Yeah, 'penis, penis, penis' and you'd stop at once, right?"

"Right, that's real important." He leaned in close to whisper in
her ear. "Because I never, ever want to do anything with a girl
who doesn't want it. But you wanted it right?"

"Yup, I wanted it!"

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Mrs. Sproul took Katy aside and told her about a special
assignment. "Mr. Jackson has wanted to have sex with little girls
like you his whole life, but he was never able to. It was against
the law to help men get happy that way. Now he's got some health
problems. It's hard for him to lie any way except on his back,
and hard for him to do the thrusting motion men usually do. So
we're counting on a girl like you to help him out. One key thing
we have is a special insert for your vagina. It has a bit at the
end that vibrates and makes the man more excited. This one is set
up so the farther in his penis goes, the more it vibrates and the
more excited he will be. Are you willing to try it?"

Katy nodded emphatically.

Katy wore an elegant white dress, and her blond hair was freshly
washed and brushed. "Hello, Mr. Jackson," she said softly when
she entered his bedroom. There was a machine on a stand near the
bed, and a table with lots of pill bottles and other things she
didn't recognize.

"Oh, my, you are the prettiest angel!" said the man. He was lying
in bed with a sheet up to his neck. "What's your name?"

"Katy. I don't know you, and I couldn't say you were terribly
handsome..." Mr. Jackson gave a weak laugh and a smile "... but I
know you deserve to be happy. You let me know if you like some
things I try or don't like them."

Katy leaned over Mr. Jackson's head, letting her blond hair drape
down across his face, and kissed him tenderly on one cheek, and
then the other. She kissed his nose and his forehead, but not his
lips. She slid the sheet down a bit at a time and kissed his
chest, before returning to his cheeks. "I'm going to take the
sheet off so I can see your penis, is that OK? I've learned that
penises are part of what it takes for men to feel happy 'that
way', so now I like them!" She smiled. Mr. Jackson made to
protest, but Katy gently pulled the sheet down to find an organ
that was not entirely small and tucked away the way most men's
get when they go about their day, but it wasn't hard either. His
pubic hair was gray. She kissed the penis on the tip, and then
kissed it on the sides, and then took the tip into her mouth.

"Oh dear, you don't have to do that, a little angel like you.
It's dirty down there!"

Katy let go of the penis and moved her head up so her face was
right in front of Mr. Jackson's. "You know men and women like it
when the penis goes into the vagina and once they're adults they
can do I a lot. They told me you never wanted to do that at all
with a grown-up, and never tried."

Mr. Jackson nodded and looked down.

"You wanted to do it, you just wanted to do it with girls...
Girls who look kind of like me?"

Mr. Jackson nodded.

"Am I the kind of girl you dreamed about?"

"Oh, yes!" he said.

"Well, then I've got a treat for you."

"Oh, I don't know, Missy." He looked aside. "It's very kind of
them to send you to kiss and hug me. That warms my heart."

"I'm gonna do more than kiss and hug! I want to -- because I love
the idea of your being happy that way -- the way you never could
before."

"Well, OK," he said, sounding a bit puzzled and uncertain.

"Would you like to see up under my dress? Or maybe feel?" He
reached his hand tentatively, and then despite everything she had
said, he gave her a questioning look, and she smiled and nodded.
And then his hand touched the inside of her right knee, right
below the hem of the dress, and he slid it up, slowly. "Oh, this
is so naughty..." he murmured, his smile bright. "If I keep
going, I'll..."

"Keep going," commanded Katy gently. She spread her knees a bit
wider apart, and before long Mr. Jackson gasped.

"No panties!" he said.

"Take a good feel around, if you're curious. There's no panties
because I'm hoping to do something where my panties would be in
the way." She slowly lifted her dress up over her head, leaving
her naked.

"So pretty, and so, um, sexy? Can I say you're sexy?"

"Sure you can!" She kissed Mr. Jackson on the nose briefly and
then returned to his sex organs. His penis was more engorged than
before, though not truly stiff. She moved down to sit on his
thighs, facing his head. She ran her hands gently over his balls
and inner thighs, then bent over to take his penis in her mouth
again. When his penis was stiff, she lifted her head and said,
"Oh, I love the look of that. Did you ever want to slide it into
a place like this?" She knelt up tall and spread her vaginal lips
to show the place inside.

He didn't answer but looked ... almost hungry. Mrs. Sproul had
said that sometimes with men like Mr. Jackson their penis would
get hard but wouldn't stay that way for long, so she shouldn't
dally too long.

She aimed his cock, and descended slowly and carefully onto it,
sliding it up inside of her.

Mr. Jackson looked at her with shock, tinged with pleasure. Then
the shock became just surprise, and the pleasure replaced the
surprise, bit by bit. She felt the vibrator come on, then go off
as she lifted herself up. She lowered herself again, and the
vibrator came on a bit more. She looked up at his face, which
showed now excitement and yearning.

"Whatever you dreamed of doing, don't hold back, just let it
happen," she said with a big smile. She then worked herself up
and down firmly, the vibrator buzzing to full strength when she
had engulfed his tip all the way, then slowing as she rose above
him. "Faster?" she asked.

After a moment he shook his head, and she kept right on the
rhythm she had been doing. His facial expression showed intense
interest as she moved to push his penis in and out of her
regularly. It wasn't even a minute after she had first impaled
herself on him that he gasped and shuddered. She held herself
firmly down against him then, to keep his penis way in there and
the vibrator going fast. She could feel his organ twitching. When
his straining had relaxed completely, she slowly lifted herself
off his penis. She could feel his penis softening even as she
lifted herself off. She tentatively brought herself alongside him
and lay against his side, sensitive to any preferences he
expressed. He moved his arm to enfold her back, and she lifted
her leg and draped it across his middle.

After a minute she felt a sort of rhythmic shaking, and when she
lifted her head to investigate, she found he was crying. "I never
thought... I never thought it could ever happen..."

"Well, it did," said Katy. "I chose to try it and I'm so glad I
did because you got so happy."

"Oh, my. Oh, yes. I think I need to take a nap now."

As she got up, he said, "If you wanted to help me again... No,
it's asking too much, I know."

"I'll be back."

And while Mrs. Sproul had ideas for who she should see and when,
she relented when Katy insisted on going back to see him again.

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"Time to get up!" said Katy's mother.

Groggily, Katy sat up.

"Oh, Katy," said her mother, "you've leaked on your bed again!"

"Oh, sorry. But I don't know what I can do."

"Oh, I know, I know. It's a good thing, because it shows how many
men you're making happy. We tried a mini-pad, and then a
maxi-pad. Would you be willing to try a tampon, to hold it in
better?"

"Sure, mommy."

Her mother stopped and a big smile crossed her face.

"What?"

"Way back when, when my period first started, we girls always
started with pads. Using a tampon for the first time made a girl
nervous, because it was the first time anything had been up
inside her vagina, and she wasn't sure how it worked... But not
you!"

"Not me!" said Katy with a big smile.

"How come there's so much?" said her mother. "Not that I've ever
measured what comes out of a man," she said with a small laugh.
"How many men, you know, did it in there?"

"I lost count," said Katy. "I think 11 or so did it to me the
usual way, you know, on top of me, lots of fondling and then
going in and out and then finally giving me some of that stuff.
But I also like to get it like a doggy. Some of the other girls
put up with it, but it really makes me smile. So the men see
that. Sometimes one of the men who lives around here comes in and
pulls his stiff thing out. I know to get like the girl dog, and
he just pushes it in ten times and makes a big happy sound. He
thanks me while he sticks his thing back in his pants. It's real
quick, but I think I get as much stuff up inside as the ones who
stay a long time."

"And that feels OK to you?" said her mother with a mild
expression of distaste.

"It's not just OK, it's great! Some of the other men, they'll do
it with a girl, the long, slow way and come inside her. Then they
snuggle a bit, but when their thing gets stiff again they don't
do it to that girl. They say, "Can you be a doggy?" or something
like that, and I get that way, and they say I'm always smiling,
and I know I always feel like smiling. Then they shove it up
inside and pretty soon they groan and relax. That means they've
given me another bunch of the stuff. Other times they do it to me
first, quick, right when they come in the room, then go and do it
slower and more sort of romantic with some other girl. Anyway, I
got maybe 20 in all?"

Her mother wiped away a tear.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. It's wonderful! It's just so different than when I was
young. The world changes -- and you're doing a wonderful thing!"

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Chapter 2

Julianna was only an apprentice witch, and her mistress Phoebe
chastised her many times for trying to cast spells beyond her
true knowledge. She had made this one for Susan, the girl who was
too good for anybody, still unmarried at 19. Terence was trying
to court her now, and he was a decent guy. All Susan needed was
some good powerful female sexual desire. Julianna had gotten that
part right, but realized something had gone wrong with the
aiming. It hadn't hit Susan. She hoped it had landed in the trees
or on a chicken or something. Maybe a ewe, who would stand around
all day waiting for the ram. A man or woman? Just more sexual
desire. No point thinking about it now. It was done, and she
couldn't change it.

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Anne had grown up in the village like any other girl. But then
suddenly something happened, and she got restless and moody. She
was six years old.

When she was alone on her pallet at night, she put her hand down
inside her undergarments. She knew she wasn't supposed to touch
it, but she did. She had to. The place itself felt wrong somehow,
like it itched, but a different kind of itch. But it felt better
to touch it. If she touched it for a while, it felt OK. And when
she was tired enough she fell asleep, though she woke up
realizing it was feeling bad again down there. She asked her big
sister Catherine about it, if she ever felt funny down there, and
Catherine just said she didn't know what she was talking about.
She knew not to ask her brothers, but she asked her mother, and
her mother said nothing should feel bad down there unless she was
playing with herself in a bad way.

She found the neighbor boy Jonathan out back, a few years older,
just the two of them, and said she needed to get fixed between
the legs. He said, "What?" It felt so itchy she hitched her dress
up and pulled the undergarment down. "There!" she said. "It
itches! It needs fixing. Can you fix it?" He started to laugh.
"Anne? Showing me your private girl parts! What are you, crazy?"

Stephanie was a girl from across the lane who was three years
older who had always been kind. Anne found her alone out back.
"Stephanie, it's about my place 'down there', you know what I
mean?"

Stephanie seemed to know what place she meant. "What about it?"

"It feels bad. Itchy. How can I make it stop?"

Stephanie shrugged and looked around to make sure they were
alone. "I guess you can show me." Anne exposed herself. "I
haven't looked at another girl down there in years. But it looks
fine to me, for a little kid. They say it gets all hairy when
you're older, but even I'm not that old yet. I guess you just
have to wait for it to go away."

It was driving her mad. She wanted to know what was going on, but
she wanted something else too. Jonathan was the first person
she'd felt who was kind of like what she wanted. She walked down
the main street, and Jonathan and his pal were coming the other
way. Jonathan whispered to his companion, and they both
snickered, looking at her like she was a pathetic little thing.

She felt like a pathetic little thing. Face burning, she darted
down a lane between two houses.

There was Jamie. He was a big boy. She had overheard him talking
with his pals about girls growing boobs as they got older, and
how much they'd like to get up between their legs and do
something naughty. So she found him alone. "Jamie," she pleaded.
"There's something wrong down in my privates."

"Yeah, sorry." When she didn't leave, he said, "What do you
want?"

She pulled dress up and undergarment down to show him. "There's
something *wrong* there. Can you help?"

Jamie stared at her between the legs, then at her face, back and
forth.

She said, "You want to do something with girls there... I've
heard you say..."

"Dang, Anne... Pull your pants up! I might have dirty thoughts
about women down there, but little bitty kids like you.... Yuck!"
Jamie stomped away, muttering to himself.

Tears stung in Anne's eyes as she made herself decent again.

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She walked along. She had to find something. She came to Mr.
Wright's. He was rich, so it seemed like an especially bad idea
to try to get him to help.

But he had a hired man Mr. Jones, who lived in a shack out behind
Mr. Wright's nice house. She didn't cross paths with Mr. Jones
much, but when she did he was nice to her the way no other
grown-up was. If they exchanged a few words, he was really
listening to her. When he looked at her, he really saw her. She
wondered why she hadn't thought of him before.

Anne was filled with dread as she walked furtively down the path
and up to the door to his shack. Everyone made fun of her, but
the thing between her legs kept getting worse. She was afraid he
wouldn't be able to help her more than anyone else could, but she
kind of expected that he wouldn't make fun of her. Of course if
he did it would be horrible. But everything was getting horrible.
When she knocked on his door, he came right away and opened,
looking very surprised.

"Anne?"

"Mr. Jones," she said, and now she couldn't keep herself from
crying. "There's something wrong between my legs! Help me!"

She started to expose herself but he said, "Anne! Someone might
see... Come inside, at least."

Inside, with the door shut, she exposed herself again. He looked
at her, and he looked at her between the legs. He really saw her
-- her face. Then she realized he really saw her between the legs
too! That was good. He reached his hand out and touched her. He
touched her private parts! He shouldn't do that! She shouldn't
let him! She pulled back a little, instinctively.

He knew as well as she did that he shouldn't have done that. "Oh,
sorry," he said, pulling his hand back.

But she needed something down there so bad she pushed all those
thoughts aside. "No, do it again!" said Anne. "Touch it more!"

"Really?" said Mr. Jones, eyes wide. He reached his hand out
again and touched her more.

"Yes, that's right!" she sighed. "That's just right!" It was
relief like she'd never had since this all started. But she knew
she needed more. She knew what men had between their legs, and
now she really wanted to see what Mr. Jones had between his. When
she reached out, he pulled back. "Now, Missy, this isn't right."

"I know, but I need it!" she whined, fighting back tears. She
flopped back on the bed, legs spread wide, and said, "I need it
somehow. How can you help me?" The tears came in a flood.

He put out his hand again to touch her there. "That's part of
it," she said. "That's part of it, but there's more."

He looked up to the ceiling. "Oh my dear Lord, I don't know
what's going on," he said.. He took a deep breath and locked the
door.

Mr. Jones pulled his pants down and there was his organ -- the
men and boys all had them, but his was big and sticking straight
out! She'd only maybe glimpsed an organ like that once. Now what
she saw was scary, but it was also exciting.

"Dear Missy, you gotta never tell anyone!" he said

"Oh, I won't, I won't. But that's what I need! I need your thing
somehow!"

Mr. Jones said, "Oh, cripes, I wanna do this so much, can it be
the right thing?"

"Try, try!" pleaded Anne.

He lowered himself onto her and touched the end of his long stiff
thing against her girl place. Yes, that was it!

He pressed the thing against her flesh, denting it in. "So, is
that what you wanted?" he said.

"Yes, but... I can't believe it... I want even more somehow!"

With his fingers he touched her around the privates, and stuck a
finger in her hole, and then another. "I dunno, it's not as
little as I woulda thought..."

"Try to put it in... Please try!"

"Oh, God forgive me," said Mr. Jones, as he nudged his thing
against her girl parts again. He moved up and shifted to get a
better angle. But this time he pushed, and then pushed harder,
and then... the tip went inside!

She said, "Ow!" and he stopped, and she said, "No, keep going!"
And when she said that he pushed it in more, and it went in a
little, but not too much. Over and over again. "Don't stop when I
say 'ow!', just keep going!"

There was another 'ow', but then she didn't feel that any more.
He started pulling the huge organ back out, and she knew she had
found what she wanted. "Oh, that's great! In and out, in and
out!"

Mr. Jones's eyes were on fire. He moved the thing in and out,
more and more, and then he gasped, and his face erupted with
pleasure. And a moment later she knew she'd found it. She'd
finally found what she needed. The whole thing. She didn't need
any more.

"I shouldna done that," he moaned. "They find out they'll kill
me." He slid off of her and his big male organ sprang free.

"They'll never find out!" said Anne. "Because that's what I
needed, and I'd never, ever tell. She gave him a tight hug. Thank
you so much."

She felt better. The itch was gone! She felt better than she had
felt in weeks. She lay back and relaxed, enjoying the relief of
feeling OK.

Mr. Jones looked uneasy, sitting on the bed beside her.

"I know they'd all say it's terrible, and I don't know if they're
right or whatever, but I needed it, Mr. Jones. I *needed* it!"
She sat up, put her arms around him, and squeezed him tight.

"Well, I'm awful confused, but of course I always want to help a
kid who needs something."

"I'd better be going," said Anne. He'd fixed her problem!

As she made herself decent, she realized she hadn't been very
modest at all, and Mr. Jones certainly hadn't. His male organ was
still pretty big, sticking out, until he covered it up with his
pants. But then they were both dressed.

She walked back home, appreciating how good it felt to just feel
OK and like a little girl again, from top to bottom.

It didn't itch that night. It wasn't itching when she woke up. It
was feeling OK at dinner time. But then something was off again.
Oh, maybe it was just a little something, like if she hadn't
wiped herself right. By bedtime it was itching again. Not as bad
as a few days ago. Maybe she could stand this. But through the
day it got worse. Darn! Well, she'd found one thing that helped,
and she didn't know if it would work again, but she figured she
ought to try it again.

Anne hurried back to Mr. Jones's hut at dusk.

"Oh, Anne, how are you doing?" asked Mr. Jones, looking around
furtively.

"Can you do it again? I think I need it again."

Mr. Jones groaned. "Come in, quick. Come in, so I can shut the
door."

"Can you do it again?" pleaded Anne.

She saw a smile on Mr. Jones's face, growing bigger and bigger.
"Oh, I sure can," he said.

It was a lot easier the second time. She saw his man thing was
hard as soon as his trousers were off. And she knew it would fit,
even if it was a really tight fit. But it didn't really hurt this
time, it was just very snug.

And once it was in he pulled it back and forth and it went in
deeper and the whole thing felt right and wonderful. He looked at
her from time to time but mostly he looked off into space, like
he was lost in being happy. Then he pushed a little faster, and
groaned, and relaxed. As he relaxed, the last of the itch went
away. Then he pulled that big organ out again.

"So, if this is the only way I can keep from feeling awful down
there, you don't mind too much?"

"Mind?" said Mr. Jones. "Do you know what penises and vaginas are
for?"

"Something about babies," said Anne. She hadn't heard those words
often, but she knew what they meant.

"I'm not very smart, but I think I know enough to explain it." He
explained how men and women did the same thing they had been
doing to make babies. And they did it when they weren't trying to
make babies because they liked it so much. And sometimes they
didn't wait until they were grown men and women but started
earlier. But they never started before their organs were grown
up, and they had hair between their legs. He paused, looking at
her.

"But I'm not like that," said Anne.

"Oh, I know you're not. And I have no idea why you want it so
much. But I'm a different kind of man. My penis only gets stiff
for little girls. When I got to be a big boy and all the other
ones talked about how much they'd like to do it to the women, I
didn't want to. First I thought I was just slow growing up, but
then I realized I was different. Because it wasn't that I just
didn't feel that way yet. I did feel that way -- just towards
little girls! And I knew if I ever did that to a girl they'd
break me on the wheel or burn me alive. And the girl would hate
it anyway and she would cry and I couldn't do anything to make a
girl cry. So I figured I'd go my whole life peeking at little
girls and sort of hoping, but nothing could ever happen. Then you
came along."

"So it kind of works out?" said Anne. "I can get my itch fixed,
and you can stick your penis in a little girl and get happy the
way most men get happy sticking it in women!"

"Yeah, that's kind of right," said Mr. Jones, reaching his hand
out to brush her cheek.

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The fourth time she came to see him, she said, "My mother asks me
why I'm going out so much and I don't have a good answer."

"Yeah, Mrs. Wright asked me why you were visiting."

"What can we do?"

"I've thought about it a little. The Wrights have servants. Two
women and a man. Maybe they can use a scullery maid or someone
like that. Means washing lots of dishes. Never heard of one as
young as you, but it's an idea."

Mr. Jones said Anne had to approach Mrs. Wright all by herself.

"Could I be a servant in your house? You wouldn't have to pay
me."

"At your age? No one starts service at your age!" said Mrs.
Wright with a laugh.

"It won't cost you anything. I'll just get the experience!" said
Anne.

"But we don't have any place for you to stay here."

"You've seen me go visit Mr. Johnson sometimes. I could live in
his shack with him."

"Yes, he spoke very highly of you, though I'm not sure quite why.
He said he'd never had a child of his own, and something about
you tickled him. But what about you? You have parents and a
brother and sister..."

Anne lowered her voice. "I shouldn't say it, but it would be kind
of better if I wasn't living in my own house for a while. And I
feel safe with Mr. Johnson."

"Oh.... Oh, hmmm. Oh, I won't pry," said Mrs. Wright. Mr. Johnson
had told her how to say that line, and she didn't quite
understand it, but it had the desired effect on Mrs. Wright.

"But that shack is so tiny!"

"I don't take up much room," said Anne, giving her best
6-year-old smile.

"I guess we don't need to worry about your virtue," said Mrs.
Wright with a little chuckle. "Well, all right. Let's try it and
see how it goes."

So Anne did her very best to be a servant, and learn every little
thing and do it as best she could. The two older women said she
was a help, and also a bright spot in their days. And they noted
to the frugal-minded Mrs. Wright that like most 6-year-olds she
didn't eat much.

Anne visited with her own family a lot, but they had to admit the
house was crowded and if she slept somewhere else and got
experience for a career in service at the same time that was
good.

So all the things that made it possible, big things and small
things, they all worked!

But at night when it was time to sleep, man and girl both got
naked, smiled at each other, and then blew the candle out. Anne
lay on Mr. Jones cot on her back. There was some kissing and
caressing, more some nights than others. That made her vagina
feel warm and ready. Then Mr. Jones always lay on top of her and
slid his stiff penis into Anne's vagina, and pumped it in and out
for a while until he relaxed, shooting the sticky goo up into her
that could make a baby if she was a big girl.

Anne always slid back onto her sleeping mat when they were done,
because otherwise he'd accidentally push her off the cot in his
sleep. And then just at dawn, as the first gray light appeared,
She climbed back onto his cot with him, which woke him up, and he
worked his way on top of her and slid his thing in again and they
did it again.

And soon Anne found that she got feelings down there. Special
feelings. Good feelings. Mr. Jones explained how big girls could
feel good the same way men did if they did things just right. He
suggested she get on top of him and put her vagina over his penis
and push down until it went inside. That was funny the first
time! Then she moved around at different angles and speeds. It
didn't take her long before she had her own big, happy feeling!
She took her turn first every morning and every night for a few
days, but then did it less, and then only a couple times a week.
She knew she could get her girl happies any time she wanted, but
most of the time just feeling him fill her up with penis and goo
was all she wanted.

They both loved doing it so much. It was so good at keeping her
itch at bay. On Sunday they both put on their best and went to
church, acting the part of father and daughter. But Mr. Jones had
the whole Sabbath day off work, and while in good weather they
did walk in the woods to enjoy the sunshine, even then they
didn't stay out too long. They'd go back to the shack so they
could do it again. Anne would feel his hand caressing her back or
her arm or her leg, and that would make her vagina feel warm and
sort of hungry, and she urged him to stick his penis in and
relieve himself inside yet once more, as she imagined how happy
he would look..

Lying next to each other, Mrs. Jones's penis shrank down to its
usual little floppy size.

"What happens when you grow up?" he asked.

"We could get married. Would you be willing to marry me?"

"Oh, I'd love to marry you! Though I'm too poor for you -- they
wouldn't like you to marry down. And you wouldn't be a little
girl any more..."

"Oh." Anne got his meaning. "You give me what I need right now,"
said Anne, squeezing against him for a hug.

"Before you know it, every man and boy in town will be happy to
stick his penis into your vagina and give you the goo."

"Ewwww!"

"I didn't say you'd have to let them all! You just pick one, and
marry him -- and then he'll keep you from itching."

"Well, I hope so!"

"Or maybe it will stop, when you grow into a woman, or when you
have a baby."

Those things seemed impossibly far away, years and years from
now.

Anne thought a moment. "When I grow up, you won't have anyone to
do it with any more. Unless you find another girl..."

"Oh, that would never happen... I never expected to find a girl
at all, and if I have a few years with you then that's a miracle
enough."

She felt herself drowsing off, snuggled up against him.

MORE TO COME

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Chapter 3

Nona walked along a deserted road near her village, in the
ancient Near East.

"Nona, this is the voice of the Lord Thy God."

"Really? You're not just some voice in my head?"

The road not far in front of her erupted in fire, extending many
cubits beyond. Then just as abruptly it stopped.

"OK, I'm impressed! I believe you. What do you want?"

"You are to enter my service. Ease and comfort will follow you
all of your days, and you will be revered throughout the
kingdom."

"Um... That does sound wonderful. Is there a catch?"

"You must prepare your vagina."

"Uhhhh, 'vagina'... Is that what I think it is?"

"Between where you make water and where you make night soil is
another opening."

"Oh. I was afraid that's what you meant." Nona was seven years
old. "My vagina." She gulped.

"Yes. Fashion a cylinder of wood that is four of your thumbnails
in length, and one in diameter. Insert this into your vagina.
This is my command to you."

"OK, I'll do it. I promise!" She wasn't quite sure how, but she
would find a way.

"A servant of mine will find you within three days' time. She
goes by the name of Chatterley."

"Of course, my Lord!"

There wasn't a great deal of wood where she lived, but she did
find several pieces of approximately the right size, and found
she could smooth them by rubbing them against stone. Some cracked
when she tried to break them into the desired size and shape, but
after a bit of trial and error, she had one that met the Lord's
requirements. She only needed one. She cleaned it as best she
could, and then in a secluded spot in her house she squatted,
opened her lips, and slid it up inside. It went in fine, and
what's more it didn't fall out. Somehow her vagina kept it in
place once she had inserted it.

A mere two days after her conversation with the Lord, a grave
elderly woman came to the village asking after Nona. When she
found her, she took her to a private area and made a deep curtsy.
"I am Chatterley, your servant," she said. "I will guide you to
the Temple."

So Nona's servant Chatterley led her on a journey of two days, on
foot, until they reached the Temple.

At the Temple Chatterley whispered briefly with a guard at one
door, and then at another, and they let her and Nona pass. They
left the main, open areas of the Temple through a small unmarked
door in the wall, up a winding stairway, along a corridor, up
another stairway... she lost track of all the turnings and
branching, but at last Chatterley knocked on a door, which was
opened from within by a woman. "This is Nona, chosen by the
Lord," said Chatterley.

The woman bowed, and another came up beside her and also bowed.
Nona could see she was at the threshold of an area of several
rooms.

"Before I go, I will need two things. One is all of your
clothing. The other is the wooden cylinder the Lord commanded you
to fashion."

Sensing her natural desire for privacy, they indicated a small
room which passed for a bathroom in these ancient times.

To remove the piece of wood, Nona needed to open her lower lips.
But the sides of the wood were not where she thought they would
be, a mere thumbnail's width apart. She had to reach out further,
and this required her to stretch her lower lips. She was greatly
surprised that when she pushed outward, her lips stretched too,
without discomfort. Finally she got hold of the wooden insert and
tugged on it. It was much thicker than when she had put it in,
but it started coming out easily, which meant her vagina must
have expanded along with the wooden object. As she pulled she
could also feel that it was much longer than four thumbnails'
worth. She kept pulling, and more and more came out. Apparently
her vagina had gotten deeper as well as wider.

She took a good look at the thing and how big it was, then
wrapped it in her clothes and handed the bundle to Chatterley.

Chatterley curtsied, and said, "Farewell, and bless you," and
then she was gone.

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Nona found then that there were just two other people in the
rooms with her.

"What am I supposed to wear?"

"You have no need to wear anything," said the first woman.

The weather was warm enough. But in her culture, girls by the age
of seven never exposed their limbs in public, let alone their
private parts. She decided not to press for an explanation right
then.

"My name is Sarah, and this is Rachel, and we are your servants,
devoted to meeting all of your needs."

Nona saw a soft and luxurious bed, towels and warm water to clean
with, and a variety of foods that to her were seldom-seen
treats..

"But my clothes, and that thing Chatterley had me take out. What
is that all about?" Why would she stretch her vagina unless
something was going to go into it?

"And then there is... the Chamber," said Sarah in a hushed tone.
In the center of this room was a large bed. Otherwise it was
completely bare, without windows. It was fairly large, however,
and octagonal, and there were doors. The entryway was one side of
the octagon, and to each side of that was a blank wall, but the
other five sides each had a door.

"So what happens here?" she asked.

"Oh, you must be able to guess that?" said Sarah.

Nona shook her head.

"Do you know how babies are made?"

Nona shook her head.

Sarah looked up briefly towards the ceiling. "I guess the Lord
figured he could delegate this part to me. So I'll do it, though
it's a bit embarrassing."

Nona listened while Sarah explained the facts of life. Parts
connected with her experience. She had seen penises on her
brothers, and she had seen her mother with a big belly before her
baby brother was born, and so forth.

She paused after the explanation. "But it's grown women who have
sex with the men and have the babies. But given what happened to
my, um, vagina, it sounds like men are going to do that thing to
ME?"

Sarah looked down briefly, and then looked up at her
apologetically.

"The Lord sees fit to provide women as partners to many men of
the kingdom who have served him well. Some of them are soldiers.
There are many other suites like this in the Temple, and many
other naked females who have the same role as you. But they are
all adults. The Lord chose a girl your age because some of the
men are a little different from the others. When they want to
stick their penis into someone, it's a little girl like you
instead of a woman."

"So, what happened to the girl before me?"

"There wasn't one. You are the first girl the Lord has chosen for
this role."

"Oh."

"These men who are different... Are they strange in other ways?

Sarah smiled. "We don't really know. I guess we'll find out."

"Or I'll find out," said Nona, a bit annoyed.

"I suppose you'll find out first."

But Nona then looked upward. "I am the servant of my God, and I
will do as He commands."

Sarah and Rachel bathed Nona, and then worked on brushing her
dark brown hair. Nona was pretty. Everyone had said she was a
beautiful girl from when she was young. Her hair was one of her
best features.

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They heard noises from the Chamber, and Sarah went to
investigate. The noises were coming from behind one of the doors.
Sarah said, "Quick, a man is coming!"

The door had already opened before she got to the Chamber. "Where
is the girl?"

She hesitated on the threshold-- she was certainly not used to
walking naked into a room where there was an adult man. But she
entered. She saw an elegant man dressed in finery.

"Oh yes! You're as young as promised, and very pretty... It is my
privilege to take your virginity," he said with a leer.

Nona lay down on the bed -- naked, vulnerable, nervous. Some of
the finery disappeared to reveal an erect penis, and the man lay
down on her. 'Very pretty, very pretty indeed!"

She steeled herself for the entry of the penis. But it did not
hurt. It was roughly the shape and size of the block of wood she
had removed. But the smoothness, the heat -- this was part of a
person, and in a way that made it totally different. The man's
face melted into intimate pleasure as his penis slid in.

It also felt "right" to her. Someone sticking a cylinder into
some other opening, such as mouth or anus, might not hurt, but
would be just sort of strange. This cylinder was in the right
place. Her vagina was made to receive such a cylinder -- the
penis of a living, breathing man.

"Ooooo, nice. Very nice!" said the man, pumping his penis in and
out.

And then Nona's vagina squeezed, like it would feel if she was
trying to hold in pee. The man gasped, he thrust deeper and
harder, but just five times in all until many things happened in
quick succession. He groaned with pleasure, she felt the penis
twitching, and she felt liquid shooting into her vagina -- but it
was very warm in temperature and felt wonderful and it was the
trigger for her whole body to convulse with ecstasy. After a few
seconds the man's thrusts slowed, she relaxed her vagina, and the
ecstasy gradually faded. He slowly pulled out of her and pulled
himself up to sitting on the side of the bed. His face of
guileless pleasure transformed into that of a noble conscious of
his rank. He turned away from her long enough to hide his penis
within his finery again, then turned and said, "Most
satisfactory! Or adequate. You have done your job adequately."
The door through which he had entered had remained open, and now
he exited the same way and closed the door behind him.

Rachel and Sarah peered through the opening from the other rooms
and cautiously entered.

"Are you OK, my lady?" asked Rachel.

"I guess so," said Nona. She looked down at her naked body, legs
spread wide, and felt some embarrassment being naked in front of
these women. But she then recalled what had happened. "It didn't
hurt... it felt good!"

"Oh, I'm delighted to hear it, my lady!" said Sarah.

They could hear activity behind another door, and then a knock.
The servants made their exit.

A man appeared. He was not clean and looked like he had been
fighting. Was that dried blood his, or someone else's? Mud and
dirt covered ripped clothing and bare skin.

But when he saw Nona, his face lit up. "Oh, my! Oh, my! The Lord
keeps his promises!"

He moved in towards her, his stiff cock making an appearance.

Nona put her legs together and turned them at an angle and
frowned. "I am happy to help the Lord keep his promises, but
could you wait a moment while my servants cleaned you up a bit?"
She didn't have permission to do that, but she hoped the Lord
wouldn't mind.

The soldier looked down and laughed. "Oh, I am not much of a
sight, am I?"

"Sarah, Rachel, could you come in and help clean up this, um,
brave soldier?"

The two women appeared and relieved the man of his clothing while
washing him all over. Sarah made to wash his hair, and he said,
"No, forget that, that takes too long!" When they were done with
the rest, there were still scrapes and cuts, but he looked much
better. Addressing Nona, he said, "Can I now, OK?"

"You may," said Nona with a genuine smile. He wasn't handsome, he
had scars in addition to the fresh cuts, but there was the erect
penis, approaching, probing, testing, probing, and then... In!

As with the nobleman, she loved the feeling of the organ filling
her vagina, and the soldier's simple lusty pleasure as he forced
himself in and out. He went on for a minute. "Oh, I want to
finish..."

Through no intention of her own, her vagina squeezed, there were
urgent thrusts, the magical hot liquid shot out -- ecstasy for
the man above, and ecstasy for the girl below.

Then the man simply lay down on her, pressing with his full
weight.

"Oh, that was very nice!" he said.

Nona tried to be an obliging servant of the Lord, but He was not
providing her with air in any sort of supernatural way, so she
started gasping for breath and wriggling. It seemed to take
forever before he noticed.

"Oh, you want to breathe?" he said, and sat up. He looked down at
her naked body, and she looked too to see what he saw: a girl
breathing hard. But also a girl who was naked, with perfect skin,
and lips between her legs that promised more.

"Can I have you again?" he asked. Glancing below, Nona saw that
his penis was ready to do its part.

"I don't know," said Nona. "No one told me. Maybe the Lord will
let us know if he objects?" She looked up and waited briefly.
Then she smiled at the man and shrugged. "It's fine with me."

He returned her smile, aimed, and filled her vagina up once more
with stiff penis.

"You are such a fine mate," he said, pumping in and out. "How
old?"

"Seven," said Nona.

"So pretty... such hair... and that chest... perfectly flat... so
perfect!"

Nona then heard activity behind another door. Rachel heard it
too, so she raced by the bed to the door and said, right to the
wood, "just a moment, sir, she is ... otherwise occupied."

"Guess I shouldn't overstay my welcome," said the soldier. He
looked her right in the eye, face showing pure desire.

Her vagina squeezed, he thrust harder, magic liquid, ecstasy...
two bodies, recovering, and then, "Bye miss, I am much obliged to
you... and the Lord." At the last he looked up, then disappeared
behind his door. Rachel and Sarah had already put his clothing,
such as it was, in his little changing room, and they seemed
relieved to shut it behind him.

The two women quickly sponged Nona off, and Rachel inserted
something absorbent up into her vagina and removed it, and at
Nona's questioning look murmured, "Men prefer it if the other
men's seed is mostly gone."

"She is ready, sir!" said Sarah as the two servants withdrew.

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A small man with shifty eyes appeared. He was completely naked,
and his penis rapidly rose to its erect state. "Oh, my, yes a
beautiful little one, just as promised!" He ran his fingers up
and down her hairless slit, "Perfect, perfect," before working
himself into position. He penetrated her with a lusty "Aaaah!",
and then pumped in and out for a good long while. It felt good
and right to Nona, as it had the previous times, and she focused
on the utter joy in his face. The pumping went on. She had no
idea what had made her vagina squeeze before, but she tried to do
it herself-- squeeze like she was trying not to pee. The same
wonderful sequence of events unfolded. Hot magic juice from the
tip of the man's penis triggered her ecstasy and his. But this
time the juice that came out of the tip of the penis did not stop
after a few squirts. The man kept thrusting, the penis kept
twitching, more fluid came out, and then more. It stopped feeling
magical, and it seemed the man's ecstasy had faded away just as
hers did. But the man kept thrusting in and out, and the liquid
kept spurting out his tip into her innermost parts. Now she felt
echoes of mysterious thoughts as the juice went into her. Fear,
guilt, pain, embarrassment, more guilt, great pain, joy at
another's suffering... all these she felt in echoed form and not
strongly, but she did feel them. On and on he went, thrusting in
and out of her vigorously, spurting constantly. "Sorry, miss," he
murmured once. "I don't know what's happening, but I have to keep
going in and out."

Finally, he slowed and stopped and pulled out. "I felt my
troubles draining down into my penis and then out into you. I
guess I had a lot of troubles. I sure hope I didn't just send all
my troubles from me to you... you don't deserve any troubles at
all!" he said, looking at her tenderly.

"I could feel some troubles, maybe, a little, but just echoes."

"Oh, good... I guess the troubles are... down there!" He pointed
to the floor. Nona lifted her head and saw that the floor was
covered with pools of liquid... what he had shot into her had
quickly filled that space in her vagina and run back out, and
then covered her outer girls parts, and then the sheet, and then
dripped onto the floor where it gathered in large pools. "You
sure are pretty, and cheerful, and I'm so delighted to meet
you... and do what we did... right between those little pussy
lips of yours... no hair at all! Well, farewell!"

Rachel and Sarah were surprised to see the large puddles on the
floor, but promptly set about cleaning up everything. When
several minutes had gone by, with no noises from any of the
"ready rooms", she moved out to the other rooms, where she had
some grapes, pistachios, dates, roasted lamb... the food was all
so magnificent, far better than her ordinary fare in the village.

What to do? She had a view of the Temple grounds, so there was at
least plenty to look at there. Rachel lit a lamp as the sun went
down.

Nona yawned. "This is where I sleep?" she said, pointing to the
large, lovely soft bed.

"Yes, if you wish," said Rachel. "Though there are advantages to
just sleeping in the Chamber."

"Oh."

"When the men appear, it is best not to keep them waiting."

"Yes, I could see that. You do a fine job of keeping it clean."

"Thank you, miss," said Rachel.

She went to sleep in the Chamber.

Three times in the night a man came to visit her, and while she
could not see him very well in the dim light, the experience was
defined by touch -- inside her vagina and out -- and she felt
great pleasure as she always had.

The next day four men came to see her and slide their penises
into her vagina. In between, she had time to eat delicacies, talk
with Rachel and Sarah, and doze.

Once again she elected to sleep in the Chamber.

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Nona woke from a deep sleep. She felt a presence next to her on
the bed. "What happened to the light?" she asked. She knew the
servants had left a lamp burning in the adjoining room.

"I'll explain later," whispered an otherworldly voice. "But
first..."

She felt the man slide on top of her, felt his fingers open her
up down below, and felt the penis enter. Were all the penises
this nice, or was there something special about this one? The man
pumped away.

"Unnnh, unnnh, unnnh," he grunted softly, and then chuckled. "Oh,
so sweet... so sweet."

A few very peculiar things happened. She felt the most annoying
itch she had ever felt on her left calf, one that would require
instant, vigorous scratching... but then it disappeared as
quickly as it had come. In her mind she saw as clear as anything
puffy clouds lit by the setting sun -- an amazingly beautiful
sight. It was in her mind, but it was also so clear it was
real... Then it vanished. A taste came into her mouth that was
completely new to her -- some sort of fruit, perhaps. But then it
vanished. She was sure she was not dreaming.

"Oh, Nona, my dear," whispered the voice. Her vagina squeezed
without her volition, there were just two extra thrusts, and then
the hot magic liquid appeared. The man's body language suggested
he was feeling all the usual ecstasy men felt at this point, but
for her... it was disappointing. She felt very little... The
motion of smooth penis back and forth over her clutching wet
vagina was pleasant, but it felt disappointing in contrast to the
ecstasy she had become accustomed to feeling.

She waited until the man had finished and relaxed a bit, then
asked, "Why was it different?" She realized it was bordering on a
whine.

"Oh, yes, you... poor you... How about this?" At that she felt
ecstasy... pure ecstasy, but separate from any genitals... Then
it stopped, and she lay gasping...

"Oh, that was magnificent, but what the heck is going on? Sorry,
sorry... I'm the servant of the Lord."

The man shifted to lie beside her, his penis slipping free. She
could still see nothing in the total darkness. He took her in his
arms in a light, affectionate hug. "Yeah, that's the problem," he
sighed. "See, I am the Lord."

Nona laughed.

"No, of course you don't believe me. But that itch, that
sunset... that's me and my powers kind of leaking out... I was
afraid if I let you feel pleasure like you usually do, I'd lose
perspective in my own orgasm and fry your brain with so much
pleasure it might kill you. So you got that instead. Did you
deserve a bit more?"

Once again Nona felt pleasure suffuse her brain -- perhaps a bit
more dignified, if one could ever say pleasure was dignified.
Nona thought a moment. "Well, I don't know if you're God or not,
but if you're not, I figure he could set us straight any time he
wanted. And from what I hear, he would be pretty angry at anyone
else claiming to be God!"

The man laughed. "You're pretty smart. So what the heck is God
doing fucking a 7-year-old girl."

Nona gasped... That word!

"Oh, sorry -- making love to a 7-year-old girl. Well, I'll tell
you some secrets. You guys all assume I'm all powerful and have
mysterious ways, and that the purposes of the Lord are known only
to Him. I do seem to be pretty darn powerful... But I'm also
lonely, you see. No bunch of all-powerful beings to hang around
with and discuss our issues. And as for purposes, how the hell do
*I* know what I'm supposed to be doing?"

There was a pause. Nona wasn't sure what to say, so she just
said, "That sounds hard."

"I love little girls. I love the company of little girls. I love
hugging them like I'm hugging you now. I adore sexual intercourse
with you. I adore just chatting... if you ever relaxed enough to
just chat with the Lord like you would with a buddy. You humans I
created... you guys mostly think it's terrible if anyone loves
little girls and wants to have sexual intercourse with them. But
not all. That's why I made a special room for you here in the
Temple. Those guys who I want to reward, and offer them time with
gorgeous women... there are a few who aren't interested, and only
want a girl like you. So I brought you here to help serve their
needs. And in just the past day, I peek in here and see them
arriving and see them doing it to you and having such a good
time, and I don't feel quite so lonely. Do you think I'm the
biggest liar there ever was?"

"Could God lie?"

He laughed. "I'm afraid so."

"I don't know what to think. But I've gotta pee. If you're God,
can you make the pee just go away instead of me having to get
up?"

The man laughed again. "Hmmm... let me try this.... or that...."
He panted. "That was just too hard... Let's see, maybe there's
another way..." Suddenly Nona didn't have to pee any more. She
reached down and found she hadn't wet herself either. She could
tell he had just been pretending to have to try different things
and not know how to make her pee go away.

The Lord sighed. There was silence, and as it stretched on Nona
became uncomfortable.

"I'm kinda nervous... I wanna make God happy..."

"Oh, please don't call me God -- that doesn't fit somehow. Call
me 'Andy'."

"OK, Andy. If you think it's nice, would you have sex with me
again?"

Andy gave a small, wicked laugh. "Are you sure it's all just you
wanting to be nice to me, or is it maybe partly that you like it
too?"

"Oh, I am your servant." When Andy said nothing, she said, "And
it also does feel awfully nice."

Andy chuckled, and then he was on her, and in her, and thrusting,
and it felt magnificent, and as the moment of climax approached,
she was steeling herself to be disappointed.

Her vagina squeezed, Squirts, hot magic syrup -- and ecstasy in
her brain, fogging her out... the best ever, maybe?

Andy dismounted and took her in his arms again as they lay side
by side. It remained dark throughout, and she still had not seen
him.

"You... you felt sure that time you wouldn't fry my brain... or
you wouldn't have give me pleasure... would you? You're a good
God, right?"

Andy laughed again. "That time I faked my own orgasm so I could
give you a good one without risking hurting you."

Nona gave a sly laugh. "I guess if you were all-powerful you
wouldn't have had to worry about hurting me before if you had an
orgasm -- and you were still worried this time. So you're not
really all-powerful, are you?"

The man laughed out loud. "No way, it's just that you mortal
folks have no way of sorting out what I can do and what I
can't..."

After a pause, he said, "I love little girls, and I have forever.
I used to just visit them one at a time. But if I didn't make
them forget what had happened, then they'd say things their
parents didn't like, so they'd get punished. Or if I left sperm
inside and the mothers sniffed it... A couple decades ago I took
a real shine to this girl Mary. She was a late bloomer. I had a
great time with her, and she liked it too -- one of the ones who
is open-minded enough to let go and enjoy whatever happens,
however impossible it seems. I love ejaculating inside a girl. I
want to leave my sperm in the right place, even if it never does
anything. But this Mary was fertile -- I was so sure she wouldn't
be! And the sperm took and this baby was born. Jesus. His name is
Jesus. He was a couple years old before I discovered he existed.
And damned if he doesn't have some of what I've got -- powers.
He's a young man, over in India now, but I know he's coming back
soon, and there's going to be trouble. I guess I should thwart
him somehow, but he's my own son! I can't stop him - I just can't
do it, without stopping myself... And I try talking with him but
the conversation is always garbled. He doesn't really get what
I'm saying. There's going to be more trouble."

"You poor man -- or God," said Nona. "Want to do it again? This
time you can have the real orgasm, and leave me out of it -- play
it safe. I know you'll make it up to me later."

"Oh, you sweet girl!" Nona a wash of big pleasure right then...
Amazing pleasure. Then it stopped as Andy penetrated her again,
and all went as before. She didn't mind when her pleasure stopped
abruptly, just as he was gasping and thrusting inside her
wildly... because she knew why.

When they were disengaged, Andy said, "Say, would you do me a
favor? I've got a guy who really wants a younger girl -- like 3
years old... If I made your body like a 3-year-old, could you act
like one, long enough for him to do it to you? Then I'll make you
like you were before, I promise."

"I... You're God, can't you just do it?"

"Oh, I told you I'm not all powerful... but would you? As a favor
to me -- and him?"

"Well, OK!"

Andy disappeared, the lamp from the other room was again lit, and
Nona heard noises from one of the prep rooms. She also felt her
body down below shifting around.

The man appeared and said, "Oh, my! Oh, goodness!"

Nona looked down. Her body was so small! This wasn't her! Or
maybe it was... just for now. God had said just for now.

"Do you... do you even understand what I want to do?" murmured
the man.

"Yeah!" said Nona. "You wanna stick your wiener in my little
peepee. You'd like that a lot, wouldn't you? Go ahead and do it!"

"Oh, goodness," said the man, trembling with excitement. "Sure it
won't hurt you?"

"I'm sure," said Nona, opening her lips down below.

The man mounted, his penis touched, probed, touched, pressed
inward, found the right spot, pressed again and again, ever surer
of the right spot, until it was in all the way. He went in and
out, back and forth, "Oh, blessed Lord," he said. He kept on
pumping a little longer than usual before she felt her vagina
clench. And then she felt the hot liquid, sensed the ecstasy in
penis, ecstasy in vagina. As it faded, the man said, "Thank you,
God!" She heard Andy's voice in her head, "Thank Nona, instead --
thank Nona". And she had the sensation of every inch of her skin
being tenderly kissed at the same time... more loving and
romantic than anything she had ever imagined.

Nona said, "I'm happy to make you happy," in her three-year-old
voice, and reached up to kiss the man on the cheek, over and over
again. Beaming with gratitude, he slid out of her, thanked her
over and over again, and retreated to his little changing room.

Nona felt her body shift, and looked down to see her usual
7-year-old body before the lamp went out again. In the total dark
she felt Andy reappear and hug her.

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After a while she said, "If you like me so much, could you give
me some choices? You told me to come here, and you made me lie
back while the men got happy in my vagina."

"But you like it, right? And you liked it when I came to visit?"

"Yeah, but I still want to choose."

"What other choices would you like to consider?"

"Could I try being a little girl in a village again? Live like I
would have if you hadn't made me stick that thing in my vagina
and come serve you."

"I can't make you literally go back to being yourself, because
after you disappeared, your family had to adjust. So you can't
just miraculously reappear. But I can make you the same kind of
girl... What about Anna, from across the way?"

Nona knew Anna, if not well. "OK..."

"You won't actually get to be her, but you get to see the world
through her eyes."

"All right," said Nona.

Nona felt herself go unconscious, then awoke to find she was
tucked into Anna's head. Anna had lots of work to do, pounding
beans and grains to soften them up, washing dishes, arranging
food just right so it looked pretty and then serving it to men.
Her big sisters told her she was a worthless little creep. The
men and boys treated her, and all the other girls and women, like
they were slaves. She got to eat the leftovers and dregs that no
one else wanted, and if there wasn't enough, she went to bed
hungry.

Laura, one of her big sisters, got to the age where she needed to
be cut. That was down between the legs, and Nona, hiding silently
in the little girl's head, was briefly proud that she knew all
about how things worked down there -- and they didn't. The women
explained to Laura that the cutting was so she would never feel
any wicked feelings down there, so when she was married she
wouldn't be tempted to do anything with another man. It would
hurt, yes, they explained, but it was part of becoming a woman.
Nona wasn't there when they did the actual cutting. But she could
hear Laura cry, and after a while Laura returned to her sleeping
mat and was left to heal. She couldn't stand to be covered down
where they had done the cutting, so any of the girls who came to
visit couldn't help seeing. Laura looked like a mess down there.
It was red. She overheard the women say it wasn't healing right.
It started swelling and looking bad. Days went by, and while the
rest of them went about their business, Nona could tell Laura was
always on their mind. She got a fever and got delirious, and then
she died. Everyone was sad, and the women said it must have been
God's will, and the girls seemed to accept that.

"No, no, I don't want that!" she thought. She went unconscious
again, and when she woke, she was back in the temple. It was the
dead of night. Andy joined her.

That was awful!" she said.

"Yeah, the life you left is a hard life."

The memories were troubling, and she did not feel like sex. Andy
seemed to sense it, because he disappeared without even
suggesting it.

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Shortly after she woke, there was a man who wanted her
attentions, and she was recovered enough to feel fine doing it
with him. Then there was another man, and then another. A total
of eight men appeared who very much wanted to stick their penises
into her vagina and ejaculate there. And as the men appeared, one
after the other, it felt very harmonious, as it always did. They
loved it, she loved it, and they left happy. Eight little doses
of sperm went up into her vagina, one after another.

Weeks went by, and then months. Every few days Andy appeared to
her in the total darkness, in the middle of the night, and
satisfied his lust for little girls inside her vagina.

Then one night after Andy had done his thing to her, he said,
"Can I talk with you, and you treat me just like a guy named Andy
and not like I was God?"

"Sure," said Nona.

"So now... The world is so depressing. I can't just do
everything, or it would be so boring. Like I was a master and
they were slaves. It's not in you humans to be slaves. You have
to be free. But when you're free, you do terrible things. So I
try to think of little things here and there to make things
better, but it's hard."

Nona listened, but didn't have anything to say.

"And then there's my son Jesus. I said he was going to come back
from India, and he did. And he was young, and full of new ideas
and excited about how good everything can be. He tried to teach
people. So a bunch of them seemed to get the message, and they
loved each other and all, but then the government arrested Jesus
and executed him. And his followers were sorry and missed him,
but then they forgot what he was teaching them when it came to
decisions about what to do. One group was positive he wanted them
to do A, and another was positive he didn't want that and wanted
them to do B. And since it's worth anything and everything to do
what God wants, and they couldn't convince the people who
disagreed with them, their solution is to try to kill everyone
who disagrees with them. It's already starting, but I can tell
it's going to get a lot worse. These things backfire."

Nona's 7-year-old feedback was, "Oh."

"So like I said, the government killed him, but he's half my son,
God-like, so he didn't quite die. He's been slowly coming back to
life, and we've tried talking, but when he got awake enough to
realize I was his dad, he was so excited about that that he
couldn't think straight. And last time I visited he still wasn't
in his right mind, but he was close. Now he's just recovered
enough I think he might be able to actually think about things a
bit. Will you come with me? I'd like to have you there."

Nona shrugged. "OK."

"I don't talk with him in the pitch dark, so I guess you'll have
to see me. There's all kinds of ways I could make myself look,
but I've decided on one.

She felt him get up off the Chamber's bed, and she sat up. The
lamp from the other room slowly came to life again, and she saw a
handsome young man, naked. Brown hair, brown eyes... she wasn't
an expert in how people looked, but he looked like just about the
most perfect young man there could be, with one exception. There
was a scar running down one cheek.

She was excited. "You look nice! But the scar..."

"That's a reminder to you and anyone else that I am not at all
perfect. Not at all." He looked down then.

At once they were no longer in the Temple but in another place, a
room with a bed. Nona noticed that she had a simple dress on,
instead of being naked like she was in her rooms at the Temple.
Andy was also dressed, in simple clothes.

Jesus lay in the bed, with bandages on his hands and feet. He
didn't look well.

"It's you again! My father, the Lord!" He bowed his head.

"All right, all right, enough of that. Jesus, I brought along
Nona. She's a friend of mine. She's an ordinary human. None of
this divine crap like you and me."

"Hello, Nona." Jesus looked at her sort of like the men who came
into the Chamber did -- more subtle, but the same basic idea.
Lust.

"Hi there, um, Jesus."

"We've got lots to talk about, Jesus, but first this: you saw how
it happened. Great ideas, it looked like everyone was following
you, but then the authorities arrested you and killed you."

"That was really painful, I tell you." He looked at the bandages
on his hands.

"And you see what your followers have done."

Jesus sighed. "Yeah, I've seen. They didn't really get it, and
now they're fighting with each other."

"And it's only going to get worse."

"I've got to think it through better... I told them I'd come
back."

"Yeah, I know you did. But there's no hurry, is there?"

"No, I guess not." Nona was aware of Jesus stealing glances at
her.

"We could think it over and talk about it for the next couple
thousand years, anyway, don't you think?"

Jesus looked at Andy -- at God -- and sighed.

Andy said, "I've noticed you keep looking at Nona. She sure is
pretty, isn't she?"

"Well, yes, she is... you are a gorgeous little girl!" said
Jesus.

"Thank you," said Nona, not sure what else to say.

Andy said, "I saw you down there, of course. You never went for
the women. They were all over you, they would have been so happy
for you to f -- have sex with them, but you never did. Instead
you started hanging out with that whore Mary, but you never
touched her. You gave off this vibe that sex is sinful."

"I didn't mean to, though... I was confused about it myself."

"Take a good long look at Nona here. Think about what's up under
her dress..."

"Dad! I -- really, I feel so ashamed!"

"Nona, would you be willing to help Jesus get happy?"

"Sure!" she said. Lots of this talk went right over her head, but
this part she got. She approached Jesus on the cot where he lay.

"I guess your bandages have been on long enough they've taught
you a lesson, perhaps," said Andy, and at once they disappeared
and Nona could see Jesus's hands, healed but with a scar on each
wrist.

Jesus's attention returned to Nona as she easily pulled aside his
loincloth-thingy, and there was his big, erect penis. She smiled,
lay beside him, exposed herself, and nudged him to turn over onto
her.

"It runs in the family, Jesus. I love girls like Nona too, a lot.
Nona, would you tell Jesus what I've done with you?"

"Sure! He lies on me and sticks his penis up between my legs and
then inside me, and goes back and forth and then squirts out the
magic goo. And he feels good, and I feel good. And then he wants
to do it again, so I let him. And he keeps coming back again and
again. And every time we do it, and it's so nice for me too."

"And I can do that too?" said Jesus with wonder, his cock tip
poised outside Nona's girl opening.

"Yes, you may," said Nona, trying to sound serious because Jesus
sounded serious.

Jesus poked around, like any man, getting his penis in the right
place, and making sure of it, and testing the waters a bit, and
then surging inside.

In under a minute, as usual, Nona felt her vagina squeeze, and
the climax began. Nona felt the hot magic juice and that
wonderful, super-good feeling. Jesus acted like the men always
did when they got so happy.

But like that other man, Jesus didn't stop with a few spurts. He
kept thrusting, and the semen kept spurting out of him, pulse
after pulse. It started oozing out of her and soaking the mat
Jesus had been lying on.

Nona looked up questioningly at Andy, who smiled and said, "I'm
not surprised -- he had a lot on his mind and his conscience."

Half an hour later the thrusting gradually got less and less, but
Jesus didn't get off. Nona waited a bit and then heard Jesus
snore. Andy had wandered off somewhere, but when Nona whispered,
"Hey, Andy?" he was there at once and laughed softly.

"Rise and shine," he said, and Jesus awoke. "Oh... Oh, sorry,
Nona! All those troubling thoughts and feelings -- they kept
coming to my mind, and then pulsed out the end of my penis -- up
inside you!"

"It happened once before. I kind of felt them going by, but they
didn't really stick to me."

"There they are, if you look," said Andy, pointing to the sodden
couch and the puddles on the floor. "You want to wish them away?"

Jesus looked at the puddles, opened his mouth and shut it again.
He looked at Andy and shook his head. "I want to, but I can't."

"Well, OK," said Andy. "Off-site work isn't in Sarah or Rachel's
contracts, so..." He snapped his fingers. The liquid quickly
disappeared from floor and couch.

Nona turned to Jesus and squeezed him in her arms. The poor man,
with all that trouble on his mind that he needed to let go of.
When she let go Jesus was staring at her with a smile.

God said, "Quite something, isn't she?"

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Jesus got up and got dressed. She and Andy had just magically
appeared in the room where Jesus was lying, but now she looked
around to see the bigger picture. They were in a small house.
Jesus and Andy went outside and sat side by side on a porch.
There was greenery all around-- it was lush vegetation, sort of
like what rich people had in their courtyards, but much nicer
than that even.

They talked. "What about doing this?" said Jesus. And God
replied, "But if you do that, then this other thing happens."
Jesus sighed with disappointment, then said, "What about this
other thing?"

They went back and forth like that. Of course they were talking
about specific things, but Nona just got the shape of the
conversation. She sat in another chair on the porch, her legs
dangling because they didn't reach the floor. She started nodding
off.

Andy said, "You must find this boring, Nona... Heavy duty
grown-up stuff... I'll send you back to the palace now. And you
get to decide if any men come to see you."

Nona thought a moment. "Will they still be these men who have
done good things and deserve a little happiness?"

"Yes, they would be..."

"How about a full day to relax and get a good night's sleep, and
then start again."

Nona saw Andy wave just as the world went dark. A moment later it
got light again and she was back in her rooms at the palace.

Rachel and Sarah were startled when she reappeared.

"Oh, I'm so glad you came back!" said Sarah.

They cleaned her up from the minor mussing up Jesus had given
her, and Nona said she was going to sleep, and was pretty sure no
one was going to come for her. When a day was up she returned to
the Chamber to rest.

Shortly she heard activity behind one of the doors, and a man
came out, gasping as he looked at her naked body. "A Goddess!" he
murmured. But she'd been with a real God and a half God. All she
had was her looks, and while that was nice, it was totally
different. Like all the others he slid his penis up her vagina
and did what the men always did. And Nona got her happy reward
that told her all was well.

Maybe the men had been building up in her absence, because she
heard activity behind several of the doors, and the men came out
one after the other, each one penetrating her and tucking that
wonderful hot man juice way up her vagina. And as always, it was
the trigger for her wonderful feelings.

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Nona was suddenly in a lovely forest glade, naked. A brook
babbled at her feet. Beyond the forest glade she could see a
field of wildflowers ruffled just a bit by a mild breeze. She
walked up the brook a ways, the pine needles warm and fragrant
beneath her feet. She came to Jesus, dozing on a bed of pine
needles and moss. He too was naked. When he saw her he woke up
and smiled, and his penis pulsed to erectness. He looked a bit
embarrassed, but Nona knew what to do. She lay next to him on his
pine needle bed, on her back, with legs spread wide. She used her
fingers to open her girl lips, in case he possibly missed her
invitation. He didn't. He grinned, turned over onto her and
thrust a dozen times before she squeezed and he spurted his hot
stuff up into her. After a brief snuggle she got up and explored
further. She found Andy splashing in a pool at the base of a
waterfall.

"Hi, Nona, come on it, the water's great!"

Nona was already naked, and when she dabbled her toe in the pool
she found it really was a perfect temperature, so she walked in
and waded over to where Andy was, sitting on a rock. She recalled
that when she had first walked into the pool his penis had been
soft. By the time she got to him it was hard.

His look conveyed desire, but a flat place for her to lie down
was quite some distance away.

"Yes, where to lie," said Andy, seeing Nona looking around. "We
can do it other ways if you're willing to try."

"Sure," said Nona.

Andy lifted her up under the arms, turned her around and sat her
down on his lap. But he sat her in a very particular way so his
penis slid up into her vagina. He lifted her up off him once,
twice, three times, before he gasped and she felt the magic hot
goo inside.

When she recovered, she said, "This place is very nice," she
said. "What is it called? Will we be here long?"

"It doesn't have a name. Last time I made a place kind of like
this I called it Eden, but things didn't work out so well. We
have no plans to leave. Jesus and I decided there was nothing we
could do to help the humans out -- nothing that would really
work. So we decided to retire here, to enjoy life. And enjoying
life certainly involves you."

Nona paused a moment, her brow furrowed. "Do I have a choice?"

"Oh!" said Andy, a bit flustered. "Well, your place at the Palace
has been taken by another girl, who is enjoying helping men get
happy just as much as you were. You already said you didn't like
the idea of being an ordinary girl in a village."

Nona was still mulling things over. Then she saw Andy looking at
her intently. And then he put his hand gently on top of her head,
briefly.

Nona loved this place! She couldn't imagine any place she would
rather be! "I want to stay here!" she said emphatically.

"Oh, good!" said Andy. What could we add to make life more
enjoyable?"

"Well, to start with... some girls -- nice girls. To play with."

Andy grinned. "Oh, Jesus and I have been thinking about that
already... If you go back down to where you first woke up, you'll
find Jane and Karen. I hope you like them."

Jane and Karen were indeed very nice little girls, and Nona could
see how beautiful they were.

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Nona, Andy, and Jesus reviewed other little girls who they could
magically see going about their lives out in the wider world. If
there was one they all liked a lot, she would magically appear
there in their paradise.

Within a year there were six girls, every one of them a perfect
specimen of humanity and of little girlhood. They were kind, and
creative, and played with each other happily.

They wanted a puppy, so God got them the cutest puppy imaginable.
And he stayed a puppy, never growing into a dog. They wanted a
pony, and got the sweetest pony, who they could ride when they
felt like it, and otherwise munched on the grass in a pasture.

They formed a hiking expedition and set out to find where the
place ended. It didn't end.

They wanted sticks and balls and ropes for games. They got them.
Whenever they got hungry, the food they were dreaming of appeared
and they ate it.

Nona approached Andy. "Hey, I haven't pooped in ages!"

Andy shrugged. "Do you miss it?"

"Yeah!" she said.

Not long after, she needed to go when she was far away from the
little sweet-smelling outhouse Andy had created for their use, so
she dug a hole, and pooped in it. There was that icky smell. A
couple wads of toilet paper appeared and she wiped herself,
hoping she'd gotten it all. She let the toilet paper drop into
the hole, and then covered it up. "Once was enough," she
whispered, and sure enough she realized a few months later that
she hadn't had to poop since.

She liked to pee though. She could use the outhouse. She could
just squat and watch it come out. And she liked best of all to do
it while she was swimming in the brook. They got their drinking
water from a cold spring, so that part wasn't a problem. Still,
she felt a bit guilty. When she was all alone, she said, "Hey
God, is it OK I just pee while I'm swimming in the brook?" She
immediately heard Andy's voice in her head, reverberating. "Hmmm,
let me think... Yes, that is OK," said the voice with a small
laugh.

Throughout the day, both Jesus and Andy approached the little
girls, one after another, and asked if she would be so kind as to
allow them to slide their penis into her. Every girl was willing,
almost every time. The girls liked it because it felt good, and
they loved Andy and Jesus and they wanted them to be happy. The
girls didn't mind at all if they saw some other girl getting it.

But to snuggle with Jesus or Andy at night was a special honor,
and each took one or two girls to bed with them every night.
Often their male bed mate would wake them up and put his penis
inside, and they all liked that warm intrusion and release in the
middle of the night. Even if they dozed off, they would wake up
when the hot, magic sperm pulsed out of the man inside of their
vaginas. The men didn't mind if they dozed off.

If they were not chosen to sleep with one of the men at night,
they often snuggled up with each other. They had no sexual
interest in each other, but liked the warmth and closeness. In
the daylight, sometimes they just looked at each other and
admired what beautiful, perfect little specimens of humanity they
were.

The girls reminisced sometimes about the families and villages
they had come from. But none of them doubted, for a moment, that
she was now in the right place. The best place for her.

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Epilogue

Jesus sometimes left their paradise and looked at what was
happening in the world, and had an idea about how to make it
better. God told him not to tell him, and the third time he
started to, Jesus felt a searing headache, so he never did again.

But then Jesus had an idea God liked. It involved coordination
across millenia.

In the 21st century, Katy was being mated by a man called Dave.
His thrusts were insistent, his desire strong. Katy felt the
thing going in and out of her, with pleasure. In the 18th
century, Mr. Jones was on top of Anne, thrusting in and out like
crazy. Anne loved feeling his desire and joy, and awaited the
little pulse that made sure her itch stayed away. In the 2nd
century BC, Andy was on top of Nona, copulating vigorously. God
brought into the reality three more couples -- Alison was having
her vagina repeatedly penetrated by one of the other men from the
21st century, and a Sally was engaged in sexual intercourse
through the vigorous efforts of a third. Jesus was hugging Karen
tight while his penis flashed in and out of her vagina. God had
brought into this private reality three couples from recent
times, one from the 18th century, and two from paradise. The
females from more recent times did not always achieve orgasm
during intercourse, but on this occasion God made sure that they
would.

Each penis thrust in and out urgently. There was not a trace of
hair on any of the girl lips, which were all spread wide to
accept the male intrusion. There were no hips, no hint of
breasts. But all the vaginas were deep enough, and supple enough.
Each gripped the penis firmly, hot, wet enough but not too wet.
All six penises thrust in and out urgently, seeking orgasm. All
six vaginas gracefully accepted the thrusting, feeling the large
male thing fill them up and then recede, so rapidly, over and
over.

God shifted connections. Nona felt what Anne felt, and Anne felt
what Katy felt. Jesus felt what Mr. Jones felt, and Mr. Jones
felt what Dave felt. But God did not keep the shifts within
sexes. Each felt what his or her own partner felt, but then what
the partners of the others felt. Awareness shifted from
copulation to copulation, one role or the other. Pleasure,
acceptance, urgency. The overwhelming desire to fill the vagina
with penis and shoot out the sperm. The strong desire to feel
that organ fill the vagina, the females wanting so much for their
partner to climax and inject them with sperm, and to feel their
own pulsing orgasm too.

And then at the moment of climax, God managed to join all the
minds. In quick succession the penises shot their load -- Dave,
Mr. Jones, Jesus, God, and the two others, one after another.
Semen shot out the tip of each into the receiving vagina. Each
man felt his ecstasy and release. The females all felt the
fantastic feeling of the man ejaculating inside them as their own
girl climax satisfied them thoroughly. All 12 of them felt the
other 11 sensations as well as their own. And God made sure that
each girl was aware of being short and small, of having flat
chests and no hips, and no hair around her girl lips. He made
sure each man was aware of that exact thing. Along with the
stunning pleasure of so many people's feelings at the moment of
ejaculation, all 12 incidentally had seared into their minds and
souls just how right man-girl sex could be. It could happen, and
God had chosen six examples to prove it. Sadly, he then had to
erase the specific memories from everyone but him and Jesus. But
the glorious pleasure, the dim memory that something wonderful
and happened, remained in all.

Outside, the world stumbled along as best it could without divine
intervention. In paradise, God and Jesus and the six girls
frolicked in their own world.

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