A short story from a girl.

[NeposlushnayaLilit]

Good day! I really wanted to share my feelings and fantasies. I hope that my short story will not offend anyone.

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After bathing, Christina took the baby to the bedroom. She sat her down on the bed and began to collect the supplies she needed.
Marina promised to come tomorrow and everything should be at its best by her arrival. Because she loves. - Christina thought.
Wrapped in a towel from head to toe, Katya sat quietly and watched her mother’s movements around the room. At her age, she did not differ in height or weight from her peers. An ordinary girl, of which there are many. A cute little face, light brown hair down to her shoulders, green eyes, a charming smile, a very flat chest on which slightly visible nipples were barely noticeable pink, a childishly rounded tummy, neat arms and legs with small fingers. Everything is like any child her age. What distinguished her from other children was lower and invisible to outsiders.
The baby herself did not yet understand her peculiarity, her difference from other children, but she already knew well that she could not tell anyone about this. She still spoke poorly, but she already understood most of the words and could guess what usually should follow them. And now, when her mother called her to bathe, Katya was very happy at first, but when, while splashing in a bathtub filled with foam and toys, she saw that her mother was removing the shower head, Katya involuntarily began to whine.
- Well, what are you, stupid? What were you afraid of? Now let’s wash and you’ll be clean with me. You don’t want to be dirty there, do you? Her mother calmed her down, angry with herself for not removing the watering can in advance.
- Lie down, honey. Like this. - There was almost no water left in the bath and therefore it was not difficult for the child, with the help of an adult, to lie down.
- Now our legs. - Christina, with her usual movement, bent and pressed the girl’s legs to her chest with one hand. The baby tried to cover her butt with her hands, but didn’t have time. The shower hose throwing out a warm stream of water pressed against her pink anal hole.
- What are you doing? No need to whine. That’s all now. You need to be patient a little, but then you will be clean both inside and out. - Christina smiled affectionately at the baby who had begun to cry.
- Let’s count to 15 together and immediately it will be "all".- Christina began to count slowly without waiting for an answer and not paying attention to the fact that the baby shook her head and repeated "No, no"
- That’s all. Nothing bad happened to us? - She quickly took the hose away from the girl’s butt and turned off the tap.
- No, we didn’t agree that way. - Christina pressed her palm to the place where the shower hose had just been. - You need to hold it a little.
The tummy was filled with warmth and ached. I really wanted to go potty, but my mother’s hands, one pressing her legs to her chest and the other tightly clinging to her butt, wouldn’t let go. Katya pushed, but nothing worked. The feeling of powerlessness, fear and resentment at the punishment received for unknown reasons made me want to cry more than from the aching pain in my stomach.
- Clever girl.- Finally she heard her mother’s words. Caring hands grabbed her and lifted her out of the bath. They sat him down on a baby potty that had been prepared in advance and began to stroke him on the head and back. Kritsina squatted down next to her and continued to reassure her daughter.
- That’s it. Don’t hold it. Relax.” She repeated, stroking the baby, who was shaking with sobs. - Let me rub your tummy. My clever. Just like the big one. Mom does this to herself too and doesn’t cry at all. Is it true. A little unpleasant, but not painful at all.
When it was all over, Christina took her daughter in her arms. The little girl, tearful and with trembling lips, pressed herself to her. Christina wiped her tears and kissed her nose.

Now bathed with a flushed face, she sat wrapped in a fluffy blanket. Somewhere inside there was fear, but her childish mind still hoped and believed that everything would work out and the bath would end with the usual evening massage and a bedtime story.
- She said to take a new one. – Christina whispered to no one.
Katya wanted to see what her mother took from the closet, but Christina hid her hands behind her back.
- Mommy, aren’t we going to smack your ass? – Without pronouncing all the letters she asked naively.
- Shit? – Kritina smiled. - Don’t you want to fuck her? It doesn’t hurt, and you yourself said that you like the smell of strawberries. You love strawberries, right? Is it true? Do you remember how you ate berries? “She understood very well that it was not the lubricant that worried the baby, but what it was needed for.
- Yes, I remember. – My daughter nodded happily.
The sight of the smiling baby gave Christina hope that everything would go well. Still, she grew up, and Marina began to visit them more often, and this new one is just a little larger than the last one. She tried to convince herself, but her heart never ceased to worry. Since the very morning she had been waiting for the evening to come and conflicting feelings tormented her. The feeling of guilt and pity for my daughter was replaced by the desire to please my beloved, to please her. Just the thought of this caused warmth to spread in her lower abdomen, and a sweet languor clouded her vision. Marina called in the morning and said that she could visit them tomorrow. She asked to turn on the speakerphone so that Katya could hear her. She asked how Katya was doing and whether she missed her, but the girl refused to answer. Only when Marina talked about what kind of doll she bought and promised to bring her, the girl showed interest. The conversation turned out to be short, but Christina was happy about this after a whole week of silence and lack of news. Marina returned from abroad, promised to visit them more often and said many, many exciting and welcome words.
She was torn out of these thoughts by the voice of her daughter persistently asking.
- Mom, why don’t we swear?
- Just a little bit. – Christina tried to deceive her.
- No. I don’t want to. “The daughter whined pitifully and tears welled up in her eyes again.
She grabbed the towel in her fist and began to sob harder.
Kritsina knew that only a conversation and some kind of promise could distract the girl, at least for a short time, and prevent her from crying.
- Aunt Marina will come tomorrow. She will give you a beautiful doll, just like you wanted. Don’t you also want to please Aunt Marina? “She spoke quickly, simultaneously removing the towel from the baby and wiping her with it.
- No.- Katya did not let up.
- Do you want a doll? You wanted a doll like this? Big, talking, in a beautiful dress. Do you want it? – Mom continued.
- I want.- The little girl chuckled uncertainly.
- You see. Aunt Marina chose and bought it especially for you. How can you not thank her for this? You and I love her and don’t want to offend her. – Having dried her daughter, Christina carefully turned her butt towards her and put her on all fours.
- I don’t want to swear. – The girl did not let up.
- We’ll just go for a little while, and then eat some delicious ice cream and let’s see what cartoons you like.
After making sure that her daughter couldn’t see, she took out a small oblong object that she had previously brought from the closet. The object resembled the outline of a male erect penis. Being a smaller, realistic copy, it was no different from a real male penis, only in its size. Slightly curved towards the top, covered with snaking tubercles of veins, it was crowned with a large head. It reached 13 centimeters in length and 3.5 in diameter. It was a little larger than the previous one, which Marina also gave them. It fit comfortably in Krestina’s palm. “Small, of course, but like a real man’s. Many women live quite happy lives with a partner whose penis size is the same or a little larger and even experience orgasm,” a thought flashed through her head. “Women... partner’s genitals... same size... experience orgasm... She’s still just a child... what am I thinking????” She closed her eyes and pushed away these thoughts. She knew very well from experience that these thoughts lead nowhere. Feelings of guilt, tears, requests for forgiveness, kisses, hugs, a promise to never do this again, and then Marina’s call and everything all over again.
The lid creaked and the room was filled with the sweet smell of strawberries. She dropped a sticky drop onto the toy and carefully spread the lubricant along its entire length with her fingers.
Then, with a careful movement, she dropped a drop onto her palm. All this time, the sobbing baby obediently stood on all fours with her butt raised high, leaning forward and resting her head on her arms. Spreading her buttocks, Christina generously lubricated her tiny anus and immediately inserted her middle finger inside. He easily slipped inside without meeting any resistance. The baby has long been accustomed to such caresses. She just groaned and started crying harder, not from pain or discomfort, but because of the surprise and what was to come next. It was just a prelude that had become commonplace. The finger easily slid inside her, plunging the entire length. The anal ring pliantly opened towards. I no longer had to repeat over and over again, as Marina taught, “Don’t squeeze, don’t squeeze. Don’t squeeze, otherwise it will hurt. Do you see that when you squeeze, it hurts more?” And again, persuasion, threats, explanations that you can’t squeeze, but you need to relax your butt and learn to accept “it” into yourself, and not try to shrink into a small, frightened lump. Persuasion, threats, explanations, and sometimes loud slaps on the buttocks, leaving bright red outlines of Marina’s palms. From each such spank, Christina’s heart sank and it seemed to her that she felt the same pain only many times over, increased hundreds of times. It was not her helpless daughter who was spanked on her bare bottom in front of her eyes, but her own heart that was whipped and torn into a thousand pieces. At these moments it seemed to her that now she would find the strength to stop this, but she never found it, remaining only a silent observer. Over the last year of such joint games, Marina taught the girl to, as she said, “give herself,” but Marina was always not enough and every time she wanted more from Christina and her child. Each small concession from Christina, who at first swore to herself that this was her last, led to the next concession.
The finger left its temporary shelter with a wet sound. Opened as if shining in drops of dew, the pink bud slowly closed.
Sighing, Christina took the toy.
- Be patient, dear, just a little. It will be very fast. – Stopping short and biting her lip, Christina realized that she was saying too much and was only postponing what was inevitably going to happen.
It was already useless to calm the baby down. It was just necessary to finish the procedure faster. Christina treated this as something obligatory. Having already become a familiar part of the relationship with Marina. A procedure that may even have been useful in some ways. “It’s like a massage, only on the inside. This cleanses her bowels. Sooner or later, every woman tries this. A little earlier than everyone else, but she’s special to me. There’s nothing in this that I don’t do myself. Many women even get more pleasure from this than from vaginal sex. It’s better for me to teach her this than for someone on the street.” And so on and so on. At least that’s what she tried to deceive herself.
Putting the head of the artificial penis on her daughter’s anus, Kritsina pressed and the pink ring began to expand. It tightly clasped the lubricated head. At the first moment, the girl groaned and instinctively squeezed, but then, despite the obvious discomfort, she obediently relaxed her sphincter, allowing the foreign object into herself.
- What a clever girl, my dear! Just like a big one!” Christina stroked her daughter’s thigh and pressed harder on the toy.
- Awww! – The baby whined without stopping crying. Arching her back, she tried to get up, but her mother’s heavy hand gently but persistently returned her back to the bed in the same position. A pose in which she spent more than one hour during her short life. It’s like a kitten frozen before jumping.
Stretched to the limit, the pink ring finally gave in and let the rubber penis inside.
Another plaintive cry, now much louder than the previous one, and then the phallus began to slowly advance without difficulty. Lubrication and relentless pressure that never stopped for a second did their job.
Centimeter by centimeter he sank into her, hard and unyielding. He stretched and filled her anus. It seemed to Katya that something very large and hard was moving inside her. It seemed to her that she would never be able to contain “this” within herself. She was in pain and scared. She didn’t understand why “this” should be in her and why her mother was doing this. She already knew that adults call “this” differently. Sometimes a dick, sometimes a dick, sometimes a funny word, a dildo. But most of all, she didn’t understand why “it” was called a toy. Katya loved toys and was always happy when her mother bought her new ones, she was happy even when Aunt Marina gave them to her. But she didn’t understand how you could call something that only hurt, something that she hated and feared with all her little heart, a toy. Even the shape of this object filled her with fear. At first, she even began to cry immediately when she saw it in the hands of one of the adults. But Aunt Marina didn’t allow her to cry and didn’t like it when she did.

The sobs began to be interspersed with heavy sniffles of “umff” and “ahmm.” That’s how babies grunt when they want to go and can’t go big. In fact, Katya was such a baby, but no matter how hard she pushed, the object entering her did not want to leave her, but on the contrary penetrated deeper and deeper into her. He did not take into account her desires and feelings, he simply was in her and moved deeper and deeper until he ran into something deep inside her. She thought she felt it somewhere inside her tummy. Big and heavy.
The member stopped, rested harder, moved a little deeper, turned and seemed to lie down in her. It felt like he had pierced right through her. The pain began at the very base, where the stretched opening of the entrance to the ass hurt very much, further along its entire, seemingly endless length, and ended inside her tummy, somewhere near the navel.
The stop was not long. The member inside her came to life again and began to move, but not forward, but backward.
- What a smart girl. She let me in right up to my testicles. I didn’t even cry at all. – Christina encouraged her.
Having come out almost completely, the shiny phallus began to plunge inside again. This time it didn’t hurt as much as the first time, but it seemed to the little one that she felt every bulge on him. The dick again hit the wall inside her tummy. She even involuntarily grunted “uhhhh”, as if she wanted to go to the potty.
The member entered and left her evenly, pushing inside her tummy. The movement did not become faster or sharper. It was smooth and measured. Inside her, deep to the navel, then back almost to the very top and again down into the tummy. Only the tremors became stronger and more persistent. She felt her whole body swaying helplessly in time with the movement.

Finally, with a smacking sound, the head of the penis came out, leaving behind a gaping hole. This time the smooth hole did not close, but remained open. You could look inside and see the walls of the rectum shining with lubricant. A wonderful sea shell, changing from soft pink to crimson, captivated the eye with a darkening tunnel leading into the depths of its belly. It seemed that the baby opened up to meet her. She trustingly opened up like a blossoming rosebud. The innocent baby, his back arched deeply, was reclining on a crumpled towel. Her tiny butt rose high in the air. Now she was so dear and vulnerable.
- Oh, honey! – Christina was sincerely amazed. She could not find words and the only thing with which she could compare the image that presented itself to her was with photographs of porn actresses. The size of the hole and the fragile shape of the child contrasted with each other, seemed unreal and could not be combined with each other. But still they were combined and were real.
The girl continued to cry and her body trembled with sobs. The hole also shuddered, but was in no hurry to close.

Christina wiped off the remaining lubricant with a damp cloth and asked her daughter to forgive her. Kissed and hugged her. She promised to go with her to the cinema and to the children’s entertainment center, where there are many slides, balls and various interesting houses, where it is so fun to run around and play with other children.
- You won’t be like this again? - sobbed Katya, who had not yet completely calmed down.
- Of course I won’t. Never, never again. – Christina kissed the baby’s tear-stained eyes and sincerely believed that this time she was telling the truth.
Katya gradually began to smile again.

Later they sat together in front of the TV. Katya, in pink pajamas, cuddled up to her mother and sat on her lap. She held her sippy cup in her hands. The girl watched the cartoon with enthusiasm. Without being distracted from what was happening on the screen, she opened her mouth to meet the spoon with the snow-white delicacy. The ice cream was already warm and very sweet. Christina fed her daughter a well-deserved treat and thought that in the morning before Marina’s arrival she would need to repeat the procedure.

If you liked the story, then I will be glad to hear your opinion or wishes - NeposlushnayaLilit dog.yandex.ru

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In my ... years

This omission ruined everything
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I think it’s easy to guess even without numbers how old someone is. Probably, by the number of points And yes, the story is unusual

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I liked

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There is something in this story...

[FreeArtist]

Tears welled up in my eyes, I felt so sorry for this girl... and the mystery is why this Marina had such power over her?...