"I think that she is ready now", asserted the man quietly as he sat in the lounge of the neatly-decorated flat. The woman sitting opposite from him looked up, eyebrows raised.

"In her bottom, do you mean?" she asked nervously. "Are you certain? I was over five years older than her when I had my first time there and I still remember that it was far from easy!"

"She has been taking the plug easily for several weeks now", the man reminded her, "and she actually reminds me to put in these days, whilst she was a little reluctant at the start."

"I agree", said the woman, nodding her head enthusiastically, "but it is quite a small plug compared with a man's penis!"

"Ah, well, you have to remember in that part of the body it is the width, not the length, which is the challenge. I think she is ready for it - shall we see tonight?"

Later that evening, after a hot bath and her usual warm enema, the little girl sat nervously on the edge of the seat in the lounge. She was puzzled as to why the plug, which she had grown accustomed to in her bottom at night, had not been offered to her - in fact, when she looked for it in the usual place in the bathroom it was not there. Also, her mother looked nervous and the man who she had grown to know as 'Uncle Alan' (although he was not a relative) was looking seriously at her.

"Your mother and I think that you are ready for the next step in your training. How do you feel about that, my dear?" he asked her gently and softly. The little girl gulped.

"Next step? What next step?" Her mind whirled as thoughts of what she had seen in the DVD's entered her head.

"Don't worry", reassured the man, patting her on the knee, "there is nothing to be scared of there. Just a little more of what you are already growing used to." He reached behind him and pulled a package out from a plastic carrier bag, unwrapping the box as he did so. He pulled out something pink and plastic and held it up. The little girl instantly knew what it was.

"What do you think to this, my dear?" the man asked with a smile on his face.

"For me?" she asked, pointing to herself as she stared at it. "It's too big, surely, isn't it?"

"That is what you said about the other toy", the man reminded her, "but you got used to that pretty quickly didn't you?" She nodded her head, dumbly.

"Now you like it, yes?" he continued, "You were looking for it earlier, weren't you?" She blushed and nodded her head once again.

"I thought I had misplaced it or something" she admitted.

"No - we just thought you were ready for something new" he said. "Are you? Lie back, my dear."

The girl slowly moved her head back until she was horizontal on the sofa.

"Legs up and back, please, as usual" the man said curtly. "And just relax. Mummy, do you want to do it or shall I?" The woman shook her head.

"No, no - you do it. Please" she muttered, "I just don't think that I could." The girl looked nervously at her mother, a worried look creasing her brow. "Don't worry, my dear - Uncle Alan knows what to do." The girl flexed her toes and spread her knees wider, then put her hands under her buttocks, pulling the cheeks apart. The star glistened and puckered, flexing as her muscles twitched. The man unscrewed a tub of Vaseline and dipped his middle finger deep inside, slowly pulling it out, covered in the thick, oily grease.

"Just relax now", he murmured, "this is nothing new". He pressed the end of the finger to the orifice; with a gasp from the girl it slid in an inch. He twisted it and then slowly removed it, dipping it back into the tub for another scoop.

The second time the finger went all the way in, bringing a short squeak from the girl's mouth and more flexing of the toes. The man grinned and twisted it 180 degrees, before easing it halfway out and then plunging it back inside, which produced another helpless squeal from his victim. Half-a-dozen in-and-outs later he slowly pulled it out, leaving the orifice pink, irritated and shiny and the girl moaning softly, her fingernails gripping her flushed bottom cheeks. The man reached for the plastic toy, pressing the tip to the recently-opened hole.

"Now just relax and don't panic", he whispered, pressing firmly as he spoke. The little girl gasped as she felt the first half-an-inch enter, opening her up more than the finger had, her eyes tightly closed and her mouth open wide. The man slowly rotated the toy. "Relax. Relax. Relax", he continued, gripping the girl's right knee with his left hand as he pressed with the toy in his right. A wail left the girl's mouth as she felt her anus open further and she opened her eyes, lifting her head to look down at what was in the man's hand. She realised that she was nowhere near taking the thickest part of it and she slumped back, flexing her toes once more.

"Please don't hurt me", she begged, but the man was not to be distracted.

"Shush, shush, shush" he urged. "You can do it, I know. Here we go!"

With a lunge the toy was past the point of no return, and it slid into its destination with no more than a faint slurp. The same could not be said for the girl, however, whose high-pitched scream ripped through the room, causing her mother to leap out of her seat in fear.

"What happened?" she asked, fearfully.

"Do not panic", the man reassured her. "It's in - no damage done. Come and see for yourself." The woman took a step forward and knelt down beside him, between her daughter's splayed legs. The end of the toy protruded from its greasy nest, but the bulk of it could not be seen.

"How does it feel, my dear?" her asked cautiously.

"Will you live?"

"Ye-es. It's OK now. It was just a shock that's all", came the gasped reply. "But it's not hurting me now".

"We have not finished yet, my dear", smiled the man, reaching forward to twist the toy in its new home.

The girl groaned as she felt the toy scrape her inner walls and the man's free hand discover, and start to rub, her swollen clitoris. Her hips lifted up and started to move, reflecting the rotation of the toy in her bulging bowels. "Now hold on my dear", urged the man.

"This is where it gets tricky." He pulled on the toy and the tight lips opened once more, producing another moan from the girl. Several push-and-pull motions resulted in flexing of the little star and further moans, but not of protest, so the man started to increase the rate of movement of both the toy and his finger on her clitoris. The little girl started groaning, drool running from her lips as she moved her head left and right, her hips moving back and forth to match the thrusts of the plastic toy embedded in her bowels. The man responded by pushing deeper and also pulling the toy out such that her anus was stretched to the maximum, but now there were no squeals, as she was fully relaxed and highly aroused. The groans increased in both volume and intensity, and it was clear her climax was approaching. The woman, her eyes fixed upon her daughter's vagina and stuffed behind, gripped the man's shoulder tightly, muttering, "Finish it off now!" The man grinned and increased the pace and power of his thrusts still further, until the girl's hips were bouncing violently on the sofa.

Suddenly her legs stiffened, her toes clenched and her mouth and eyes opened wide. A drawn-out howl erupted from the back of her throat as she came violently. The man paused and withdrew the plastic toy from its new home, leaving her anus pink, ragged and widely-stretched. The woman leaned closer and peered inside as it slowly contracted as the girl slumped on the seat, panting hard, her eyes glazed, her hands clenched into tiny fists. The man sat back and smiled.