The Lion, The Witch and the Wee Devil Doll

- by Alvo Torelli, Halloween, 2019

Dedicated to Alisia.

(Mg, F, Fmm, con, Halloween)

Alisia

Alisia reads over the letter she's written to the man she hasn't seen for so long, not since their time together in college. She knows she shouldn't be asking him for help, but he's the only one who will understand. But will he do it?

Dear Victor,

Forgive me, but I have no one else to turn to, no one else who can understand what's at stake. I need your advice. I have no right to ask, after all these years. But you've always been there for me and you've never judged - though lord knows I deserved to be judged.

It's come to a head with Michelle. I'm at my wit's end with her! I try and try to protect her, and you know how hard that is for me, how much I'd love to see her... Oh god, I'm so bad. But this time, it's too much. I didn't have the strength. We're always fighting over the slutty clothes she wants to wear and it's so hard to hold the line when I really want to say 'yes, yes, I want to see what happens when my nine-year-old daughter goes out looking like she's begging for sex!' I've been good, Victor, I really have. But this time it went too far - we'd been fighting too much - and when she showed me the picture of what she wanted to wear for Halloween I just lost my mind. Look at the picture, Victor! You know how I am, how hard it is for me. Even I wouldn't have been so brazen as to want to wear something like that when I was her age. But... Forgive me... I said yes. Oh god, what have I done? I said yes. The costume's already ordered. Can you believe they'd even have that in her size?

And you know how the guilt makes me feel. Don't you? You know how I had to run to my bedroom for privacy, how my knees buckled as I scrabbled to help myself cum. Oh, Victor it's not just that I agreed to let her go out in public dressed like that. That's bad enough - but she wants to glorify and sexualize the devil. It goes against everything the nuns ever taught me! Oh god, I'm so bad, so bad. But it was so good!

Please, darling Victor, help me. I know I don't deserve your help, not after all this time - but our letters have meant so much and you've always given me good advice without judging me. Lord knows I deserve to be judged. God! Just writing this makes me so wet and breathless. I'm hopeless. Please, help me! Tell me what to do. It's only a week until Halloween!

Please, darling of my past,

Alisia

"God, I'm such a slut," Alisia whispers under her breath, "'Darling of my past?' that's so not fair!" But she doesn't change the email. Her hand trembles; she hits 'send.' Will he think along the same lines she is thinking? She bites her lip and moans as she reaches under her nightgown.

Victor

Again, he reads the letter from the one who got away, then reads it again. He can see her in his mind as if it was only yesterday. He glances again at the picture of the Halloween costume and in his mind it's Alisia wearing the insane garments, looking over her shoulder at him, like she did once upon a time. He hasn't seen Alisia in the flesh for years, but his cock stiffens involuntarily at the mere thought of her dressed like that.

Victor hears voices from the other room, his wife arguing with his daughters about something, and it reminds him that he isn't alone. If he's going to write back to Alisia he'd better do it quickly.

Dearest Alisia,

I would tell you to stop feeling so guilty for asking for my help, but I know I'd be wasting my time. And of course I'll help you. I'll help you any way that I can. You know that.

Maybe it's a good thing that you gave into pressure and let Michelle have that insanely sexy costume. From what you've told me of her it fits - she is a wee little devil - a little devil doll that needs to learn that her actions have consequences, that she might be biting off more than she can swallow. We've done it with my girls, once or twice - let them have something they shouldn't have and then make sure they learn a lesson from it, without getting hurt of course. That's why we're here, right? To protect our little ones, but not to smother them. Maybe that's what you should do, too. You've already told Michelle she can wear the outfit, now you just have to make sure she learns something from it. Scare her straight - isn't that what they call it?

What would really frighten her? What would make her think twice about being such a flirty, froward little thing, like you've told me? Surely you can think of something - then, well, just make sure it happens when you'll be there to make certain no real harm comes to her.

It's really all I can think of. Let me know if you have any ideas, maybe I can help get your plans perfected. I'm not sure what else I can do.

And you really should feel guilty for that whole 'darling of my past' crap. LOL! You know I still love you.

Victor

Michelle

Oh my gosh, I can't wait! Is the the Fedex man ever going to get here? Mama promised it would come today and I just can't wait another... OMG! There he is!

Oh gosh, oh gosh, it's so pretty! And OMG! mama got me the boots! I can't believe it. They sparkle and they have such high heels. Am I even gonna be able to walk? Oh but they're so pretty, it's all so pretty and sexy and... Ohhhhh! There's makeup! Eyeliner and lipstick!

Is that really me? It doesn't really look like me, more like mommy - only mommy with no boobs. But I can't imagine mommy wearing such a short dress, or such high heels. Why is my heart beating so fast? I love the fur around the trim, it's so soft and I just want to stroke it. Oh gosh, will other people want to stroke it too? That's... that's scary.

My lips look so amazing!

I can't wait for Halloween!

Alisia

Alisia cringes as Michelle, in the insanely sexy devil doll outfit flits through the house yet again, getting better and better at sashaying seductively in platform ankle boots with seven inch heels. She bites her lip and tries to push down her desires. A flush of guilt washes over her, guilt for agreeing to let her little nine-year-old dress like that, guilt for the things the costume makes her want to do, guilt for the email she knows she's going to write. So much guilt. Alisia's pussy spasms and she bites her lip harder to stop the moan that wants to escape from her throat. She tries to ignore the excited young vision in red satin and faux fur, with the little red devil horns perched so cutely in her lustrous, youthful hair. She turns back to her laptop and starts typing.

Dearest Victor,

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Forgive me! Of course it was terrible of me to call you darling. You're a married man, a father, so very far away. And I was the one who... well, it doesn't matter now, does it? I only have my desperation for excuse.

But you were so right. You should see her in the outfit! It's outrageous. I need to 'scare her straight,' as you proposed. And I think I know how. I think I know just the way, just the time, just the place - but... Oh god, I can't ask. But I have to ask - you're the only man I trust. There's no one nearer, no one safer - only you. My little girl's very future is at stake and so I have to swallow my pride and ask you. Please, Victor, will you help with my plan?

Oh god, you can't answer that without knowing the plan! But it's so simple - you can probably guess. Michelle is going to be all sexed up for Halloween in her devil doll costume. Whatever you imagine it looks like on her, it's worse. Only you can imagine what the sight of it does to me. But the plan! She'll do some trick-or-treating around the neighborhood, but I'll keep a close eye on her. I have a rather nice witch costume put together already. I won't let any harm come to her. Lord knows what people will think when then see her out and about. I shudder to think what might happen - a man handing out candy, by himself, when a vision of young, flirtatious beauty appears at his door, practically begging for... No! That's not going to happen. I won't allow it!

But after the trick-or-treats there's a gathering at the church, a sort of carnival, with dancing. A church - such a safe place, right? And there Michelle will come across a man - a man with the mane of a lion - a man who flatters her, tells her she's sexy and pretty - a man who fascinates her and seems so nice - a man who flirts just enough to entice, but not enough to frighten - a man who leads her away, to a secluded place, a place where...

Alicia has to stop writing. She's too excited, too aroused. She can't seem to type accurately with only one hand. Her other hand is so busy, her fingers so wet. But the sound of Michelle posing and primping and flitting about quickly brings her back down to earth. Almost reluctantly, with a new pang of guilt she deletes a few words, then changes her mind and restores them before she continues.

- a man who leads her away, to a secluded place, a place where he has her alone, vulnerable, in his clutches. And then, so quickly, he changes. Suddenly he's all hands, all groping, all touching. Suddenly he lets her know that she's just a slut, a whore, a piece of ass begging for it. And when she screams he covers her mouth, he's so much bigger, stronger, faster. He touches her where she's never been touched, heedless of her struggles. He tells her it's her fault, she's the one to blame. Such a guilty little slut deserves...

Again, she can't type. Her breath is ragged. She can't keep her fingers from the warm wetness and her lip nearly bleeds as she struggles to suppress a moan of forbidden desire. Her eyes read the words again and again, seeing the scene in her mind. OMG! Her cunny floods as blessed release washes out from her center.

"Michelle!" Alisia just manages to call out, "it's time for bed. Take off your costume, get your pajamas on and brush your teeth, baby."

"Mommy! No, twenty more minutes, pleeeease!"

Alisia closes her eyes, takes a deep breath. It's not worth the fight. She can use the precious minutes to finish the letter. "Fifteen minutes!"

She reads what she's written again, trying to control her guilt-ridden libido. She deletes the word "guilty." It's too obvious. She starts typing again.

Such a promiscuous little slut deserves what's coming. His fingers stroke through a forbidden wet valley even as Michelle sees the cock he's pulled out. She's pinned down, spread wide, unable to stop him. It goes just far enough to terrify her, just far enough for her to understand what the awful man intends to do...

But her mommy saves her. The witch sweeps into the room and tears the man off, beats him with her broom, chases him away. Her mommy is there to hold her and keep her safe and answer her questions.

Surely that will scare her straight! How could it fail. But Victor, 'darling,' surely you see my quandary. Who can I trust to play the part of the lion, someone she doesn't know, someone who can play his part without going too far, then disappear forever? Someone I trust. There's only you, Victor. Help me, Obe-Wan, you're my only hope. I know it's too much to ask, that it's too far for you to travel, too hard to commit the time. But... but she already has the costume, I can't stop her from wearing it. I'm desperate.

Please?

Alisia

Victor

"Jesus fuck, I can't believe I'm doing this," he grumbles under his breath for the tenth time, this time as he walks up the gangway and away from the airplane that carried him so many miles closer to a very bad idea. He's just passing the 'no reentry past this point' signs when he sees Alisia and his breath catches in his chest. "Bad idea, bad idea!" He knows he should turn around, but now he can't. And then he wraps his arms around her and he's twenty again and she smells the same and... And he holds her at arms length and says "This is such a bad idea."

Alisia smiles. "I know!" she says. "But wait until you see her. She's so precious, and she needs your help."

"Jesus. I can't believe you talked me into this," Victor says, but he drapes an arm around her shoulders and lets her lead him out of the airport.

"Wait 'til you see your costume," Alisia nearly giggles.

"Oh fuck."

Alisia

Victor's really here. He's really going to help her! He's going to help her deal with Michelle, but just as importantly he'll help her deal with herself, help her control her guilt-driven penchant to do the wrong thing. Even after all these years he looks good, still handsome, still fit.

She takes Victor first to the church, to walk him through the building so that he gets the lay of the land before tomorrow's Halloween dance. They agree on the right secluded space - a small private chapel that by all rights should be locked during the event - but Alisia has a key. Then it's off to his hotel. Everything is rushed, unsatisfying. She so wants to spend some time with him, but she's going to be late picking Michelle up at a friend's. There's barely time to show him his lion costume, and laugh at his look of disgust. God, it's good to see him, to hear him complain, then laugh along with her.

She was right - he's the only one she could trust to do this. In a parallel universe he could have been Michelle's father, and he knows it. He'll help her do what she needs to do.

A kiss on the cheek, then she's gone.

Michelle

She spins, she twirls, she stares in the mirror yet again. Is her lipstick perfect? Is the crazy pretty dress hanging right? Gosh, she wishes she had some boobies to fill it out like the girl in the ad. Not big, just something more than her flat chest. The silly platform boots are no problem any more. She doesn't understand the way the ridiculously short dress sways and bounces as she walks - even more of an invitation than the faux fur or the fishnet stockings. But she's ready!

"Oh! Mommy, that's a great witch costume!" Michelle's genuinely surprised and impressed. Her mother's all in black, with short tattered skirts, a big wart on her chin that somehow showcases how pretty she is. The classic pointed black hat flops stylishly around her thick hair. Her broom looks like the real thing - like it could take off any second. "Do, do I look okay?" she asks mommy, timidly. She doesn't notice the way mommy bites her lip for a moment before answering.

"Yes, baby, you look great. You look very grown up. You look like a little devil doll. But be careful, baby, you never know what... " but mommy trails off and doesn't finish. "You'd better get out there if you want to get any trick or treating in. We're due at St. Benedict's in about an hour. I promised to help out, so we can't be late.

Michelle doesn't mind mommy's hurry. Trick or treating with Anna and Emma will be fun - and they won't believe her costume - but what she's really looking forward to is the carnival/party/dance at the church. There will be boys there! Middle school and even high school boys! She's so excited. Maybe Peter or Sam will notice her in her sexy costume - they're so cute! Maybe she'll get to dance. Maybe she'll get her first kiss! Ohhhh! She can't wait.

Trick or treating is fun. She loves the looks on people's faces when they see how sexy and pretty she is - especially the men! It would be more fun if mommy wasn't hovering just a few yards away, scowling. Michelle can't tell if the scowl is part of mommy's costume, but she doesn't think it is. Doesn't mommy realize she's nine now? She's practically grown up. She's not doing anything wrong! Mommy should back off and leave well enough alone. Ooh!

But soon enough it's time and they head to church for the party. She's almost too excited to sit still in her seat!

Victor

He's nervous. This is such a bad idea. Will he recognize her? Of course he'll recognize her - for Christ's sake - how many nine-year-olds dressed like Satan's own preteen prostitute could there be at one Halloween church party?

While he waits he thinks about what it was like to see Alisia again after so many years. Still so pretty, so attractive. What a body! He'd actually considered making a pass at her, but he was too afraid - and he had too much at stake, a wonderful wife, great kids. Still...

He has on enough of a costume that it's unlikely anyone will notice that he's out of place here, a stranger. It's basically just a hood that frames his face with a long mane and feline ears. There's a silly tail hanging from his belt and he agreed to dark brown makeup on his nose, plus some whiskers. He refused to wear the rest! Jesus, he had to draw the line somewhere. Imagine a man his age in the equivalent of a onesie! No, for fucks sake, no!

Ironically, when they arrive, it's Alisia, in her elaborate short witch costume that he doesn't immediately recognize. Maybe it's because he's dumbstruck by the sight of the beautiful little girl in the insanely sexy devil doll costume. So many strong, terrible thoughts invade his mind, unbidden. Michelle is such a perfect copy of Alisia, the woman he still dreams of - a little girl version of Alisia presented like something to consume in an orgy of hellish passion. Then, suddenly, some dark part of his brain makes him envision his own little girl tarted out in the same outfit - the outfit that's even more outrageous in person and on the body of a mere child. His cock stiffens and his thoughts refuse to refrain from evil ideas... The temptation to stroke the attractive fake fur, and the little girl underneath it is overwhelming. But no! He's here to help Alisia. He's here to perform his part in the little drama. Still, staring at the sexiest thing he's ever seen, barely able to breathe, he can understand why Alisia didn't feel she could trust any other man.

For a few minutes, as he builds up his courage, he observes the little girl moving through the crowd, reacting to the way everyone looks at her. Slowly, he realizes she isn't what he expected. Despite all the buildup, he'd expected to see a little girl playing dress-up, cute and precocious. And she is a little girl - but she's also a being of nearly blinding sexuality. She wears the fur-lined red mini-dress as if she went clubbing every night. With those thin legs she moves like a gazelle. She makes the boots look practically natural and the boots make her look... God! He's so hard.

Victor catches Alicia's eye and finally notices how sexy her corseted witch's costume is. The hussy! He smirks and nods at her. It's time for their little drama. He fingers the key in his pocket and takes a deep, calming breath.

Michelle

OMG, OMG! This is so much fun. But it's so scary, too. So many people are looking at her. So many wide eyes. So many men and boys who can't tear their eyes away from her. They look up and down her body in a way no one has ever examined her before. Some of them look at her like...

"Excuse me, ah, miss."

Oh! She spins on her wobbly shoes to find a rugged adult face surrounded by the mane of a lion, with painted-on whiskers and big ears, looking down at her. He looks completely silly! But he's also very handsome and almost looks familiar. Has she seen a picture of him somewhere? There's a twinkle in his eye as he admires her costume, but he doesn't have that 'I want to eat you' look some of the other men and even a couple of the women have. "Oh! Y-yes?" she stammers.

"Well," he says with the nicest smile, "I'm new here, and my mother always taught me that the best way to get started in a new place was to just try to get to know the most important people right away. And since you're the prettiest girl here, probably the prettiest girl I've ever seen, I thought maybe I'd grab the bull by the horns, so to speak," he pauses and glances quickly to Michelle's devil horns to drive home his silly pun, "and ask you to dance."

The man is about mommy's age, but he really is very handsome behind the silly costume. For a short second she pauses, wishing that mommy would step in and shoo the man away from her, like the two daddies she'd stared daggers at during trick or treating. But suddenly there's no sign of mommy, not even her pointy black hat. She's on her own! And there are still so many frightening stares around the room. The man waits and his smile is still so sweet. He seems safe. Oh gosh! Did he say she was the prettiest girl he'd ever seen? She feels herself blush and she bites her lip, but fails to hide the sweet smile that spreads across her young face. Dance? OMG!

"Um, yes?"

Peter and Samuel

Sam nudges his twin brother, Pete, and says "Jesus Christ, look at the costume on Michelle!"

Pete's eyes dart to where his brother is pointing and widen in surprise. But he quickly pulls his gaze back to Alisia and her sexy witch's mini-skirt. "Who gives a shit," he whispers. "Look at her mom. Her mom is hot!"

"Damn! You're right. God I'd love to touch those tits, man."

"You're too much of a pussy to touch those tits, shithead," Pete teases his twin. Both of them know they'd be scared shitless to approach the woman they'd been having wet dreams about for months. Alisia was probably the only reason they were both still choir boys, since church was the main place they got to see her. At fourteen, their voices were cracking badly and they wouldn't be able to hang on to their choir slots much longer. Teasing one another about all the things they'd each like to do with the curvy adult woman was one of their favorite pastimes, but both knew nothing would ever come of it.

"Yeah, well you'd probably wet yourself if she let you touch her, dipshit," Sam rejoined. "And you've got to admit, Michelle looks pretty amazing. Wait - who the fuck is that guy leading Michelle out onto the dance floor? He's like a total geezer."

"And why is Alisia staring at them like she wants to kill someone?" Pete asks. "What the hell's going on?"

The twin boys exchange a glance and look up and down at one another's matching ninja costumes. "Perfect," they say in unison. "Let's find out."

Alisia

She can't believe the unexpected pang of angry jealousy that knifes through her body as she watches and listens, unseen. Victor is so smooth! How is he so good at this seduction? Why do his eyes wander up and down her daughter's fine figure as Michelle walks just ahead of him out into the small crowd of dancers? He didn't look at Alisia that way when she picked him up at the airport! Oh god, stop it, it's an act - he's doing this for you.

Alicia watches Victor and Michelle dance, awkwardly, to some fast-beat pop song. Victor looks silly, but Alisia knows it's an act - the man can dance - at least they used to dance. They could still be... No. She watches the way Michelle quickly becomes comfortable with him, smiling and blushing at the things he says to her, giggling at some little joke. She looks so young and so old at the same time. In her boots she's four-eight or four-nine, nearly tall enough to dance with a grown man - and when the music changes to something slow she only hesitate's for a second before she lets him pull her close and puts her arms around his waist. The pang of surprising jealousy lances through Alisia again. It kills her that she can't hear what he's whispering into Michelle's ear as he leans down and slowly rotates her around the dance floor, both of them seemingly oblivious to the stares of the crowd.

She watches Michelle get more comfortable with Victor, just like she's supposed to. So why does it both excite her and anger her? Michelle's smile losses the tremble that had betrayed how nervous she really was. The child stops glancing around to see if all the men are still staring at her - and they are - and just concentrates on flirting with Victor, reacting to his lovely smile and smooth compliments, batting her amazing eyelashes at him. The little hussy! Alisia can barely breathe - a condition that seems to be going around. Why does she have this sense of exciting foreboding, like her careful plan might spin out of control? A familiar stab of guilt floats above the jealousy and uncertainty. What kind of mother lets her nine-year-old do this!?

Oh god, they're moving off the dance floor, heading for the chapel! She has to get ahead of them. She can't be seen. Her breath catches in her chest, this is such a bad idea!

Michelle

The nice man says his name is Vic. He's so cute, and so sweet! He asked her if she was fifteen. Fifteen! He doesn't make her feel too young and he doesn't scare her. Gosh, is it bad that she hopes he'll kiss her?

Oh! He wants to go someplace quieter. Should she? She wants to, and that's kind of scary. But... "Sure?"

He gets her something to drink first and the pause gives Michelle a second to have second thoughts. But the way he smiles in his silly lion mane makes her giggle and her trepidation evaporates. She holds his hand as they move down the hall. Why does he have a key to the side chapel? It's dark as they slip inside and he closes the door before he flips on the dim light that glows from the altar. For the first time Michelle feels a bit guilty about being dressed as a devil doll in church - but she doesn't have time to let the guilt overwhelm her - the man, Vic, pulls her to sit beside him on the red velvet cushion of a side bench. Oh gosh! He looks so serious!

"I... I really can't get over how pretty you are," he whispers, even though there couldn't possibly be anyone else in the chapel who could hear them. His words send a little shiver up her spine and for some reason she doesn't understand she blinks her eyes at him and tilts her head back, parting her lips. As he leans in closer she understands! She wants him to kiss her. She wants to kiss him back. But... why is it so hard to breathe?

Victor

This is it! This is the moment. He's supposed to grab her, wrestle her flimsy, short dress off of her, take advantage of her innocent, misplaced trust. This is the moment her lesson is meant to start. But she's so beautiful. She's looking up at him with those huge, fluttering eyes. How can anyone have such gorgeous eyelashes? Her little nose is perfection. Her lips - god, the way they part, the way they're inviting him, the way they betray her excitement and fear by trembling...

He's supposed to grab her, manhandle her, terrify her. So why is his hand resting gently at her back, softly caressing her bony shoulder blades through the soft, fake, red fur? Why does he reach out to slide his other hand along the gentle curve of her jaw and the smooth contour of her neck until his fingers twine into the roots of her long gorgeous hair? Why does he pause and smile as her little hands push his silly Lion mane-hood back over his head to flop behind his back? Why isn't she put off by his obvious age? Surely she sees the early grey at... Oh god, how can she be so....

He chooses to forget all about the woman who's supposed to be watching from behind the screened altarpiece. He kisses the little girl and nothing else matters but the way her little lips and tongue kiss him back.

Alisia

She gasps nearly loud enough to be heard. They're kissing! That wasn't in the script. It's a long, perfect, intimate kiss. Her mouth waters at the sight of the way their lips caress. Her pussy spasms.

Alisia is invisible behind the screen, but she can see and hear them perfectly well. She can see her daughter melt into Victor's embrace and hear her little moan of excited triumph. The little slut! She's trying to steal Victor, my Victor! She can't... oh god, no, I did this.

She watches Victor's hand slowly trail down Michelle's small form, from her neck to her breast, breast to waist, waist to thigh. She can practically feel that soft caress and shivers at haunting memories. The two are still kissing as Victor slides his hand along Michelle's thin, smooth thigh, up under the ridiculous dress that started this whole mess. Oh god, how did I ever say yes to that dress?!

Michelle is supposed to be frightened. She's supposed to be pushing him away, struggling, crying out, terrified. He's supposed to tear the dress from her little body as she thrashes in a vain blind panic. This is where Alisia is meant to leap from behind the altar and save her little girl. Instead her little girl arches her back to press closer to Victor and his hand slides smoothly over the perfect curve of her little ass and Alisia is paralyzed. This is her fault. She let the child have the dress. She invited him to touch her baby. She's responsible - and still she doesn't stop them. She can't. Her arousal is so great - she falls to her knees, commits the ultimate betrayal of a mother's duty, and silently scrabbles at the multiple layers under her short black dress, desperate to tend to the throbbing needs of her cunny.

Victor

'Oh god, please, Alisia - stop me' he thinks. 'I can't stop myself!'

Michelle

Wow, kissing is even better than she hoped for! And when the nice man runs his hand up along her thigh it's the scariest-nicest thing that she's ever felt. Oh! Wow. He pulls her tighter and runs his hand over her sensitive ass and she doesn't know why she throws her head back but she does. So then he kisses her throat and now THAT'S the scariest-nicest thing she's ever felt and she never wants it to end.

Now maybe she understands why he chose the silly lion costume - 'cause he really likes to growl while he kisses her and touches her and she doesn't mind, as long as he doesn't stop!

It doesn't seem at all awkward when he presses her back onto the cushioned bench, maybe because she's flustered over the fact that he whispers "You're so amazing, so pretty. You make my heart beat so fast. I shouldn't be doing this - you're just a teenager, but I can't help it." She's never felt so grown-up and she never knew a man could be so sweet and attentive and... oh! and want to touch her.. oh!

Vic presses Michelle into the soft cushion and smothers her mouth again, so she kisses him back and grabs at his neck so he'll never stop. But when his roving hand finds her little nipple under her skimpy costume dress... She breaks off the kiss because she simply has to gasp. How could it feel so amazing to have someone lightly twist your tiny nipple? She gasps again, and arches her back, unable to stop herself. He doesn't seem to mind - she even catches a glimpse of a happy smirk on his face before he lowers his lips to whisper more scary-wonderful things in her ear. Oh! Oh! He catches the small lobe of her ear in his teeth and a shock slams through her whole body. Why does she want to wrap her legs around him? Everything is happening so fast.

Alisia

She can hear every whisper, see every touch, watch every reaction. Her baby is aroused! Her baby is doing everything she can to arouse him! The little hussy! No, no, don't think that way. He's not yours to be jealous over. But...

Make them stop! What kind of mother are you? Tear your fingers away from your sopping snatch and then tear Victor away from your nine-year-old. No, no, I can't, I can't - oh god, I want to see.

Alisia watches her daughter writhe as Victor touches her in taboo ways. She nearly gasps out loud when she see's Michelle try to hook her skinny little leg around his torso - the little whore! She probably wishes she wasn't wearing those ridiculous boots now. Ha! Oh god, what's wrong with me?

When it looks like Victor has finally come to his senses, when he stops nibbling the moaning little girl's ear and throat and sits back up on the bench, Alisia goes mad with surprising angst. She clamps her thighs around her hand as if to trap her fingers inside of herself, terrified that they might pull out and leave her excited but unsatisfied - like some man would do. Anger flashes through her to mix with her jealousy and guilt and unprecedented arousal, but a second later she sees Victor sliding the slinky fabric of the insane dress up under the child's ass and back, revealing more and more of her perfect, skinny little body, until the fabric is gathered around her shoulders and the fluffy faux fur is tickling her neck. Only the tiny silk panties protect little Michelle and Alisia knows only too well how competent Victor can be at removing a lady from the minor protection of her panties. For a moment her anger wants to jump through the small intervening space and tear Victor's eyes out! How dare he touch her daughter? How dare he look down on her perfect form? How dare he make her squeal with delight by leaning back down to flick his tongue across one tiny nipple and then the other. Her own nipples cry out in despair and she tries to help them, but the dress is too much like a corset, not enough hands. She tears at the laces. Oh god, how did she put herself into this position? How did she put them all into this position. Why doesn't she stop... no, she knows why she doesn't stop them - the bad part of her, the source of all her guilt, always knew she wouldn't be able to stop them.

Why is it so hard to breathe?

Michelle

Each new sensation is a little bit more frightening and a little bit more intense than the last, but it's all so exciting and feels so good! Part of her knows this is bad, but the rest of her can't believe that something that feels so nice can really be that bad. He's such a nice man! She's never had a nice, handsome man pay so much attention to her, and only her. He's so patient and attentive! He leads her from one sensation to the next, building up towards something she doesn't understand, but something she instinctively knows will change her life forever.

Vic kisses all the way down her tummy, making her squirm and squeal. By the time she understands why her heavily booted feet are far up in the air it's too late - she's been relieved of her skimpy, lacy red panties. They catch on one of her boots for a second, but quickly disappear. She only gets a short second to be afraid of what it means that he's taken her panties from her before his shoulders are pressing into the backs of her thighs and then she feels his tongue press between the sensitive, tiny lips of her pussy. She hadn't understood how aroused she was! How could she? She's just a little girl; everything is new, overwhelming. How could she know that her sex would so quickly become the epicenter of all the new sensations that are being thrown at her? But OMG! His tongue is amazing.

Back arched and small body spasming, little Michelle can barely draw in enough breath to keep from passing out. Something amazing happens to her, something she didn't know was possible, something she'll soon learn is more addictive than heroin. Rippling out from the tiny clitoris that Victor teases with his tongue, even as he tweaks her little nipples and grinds the stubble of his chin into her small cunny, wave after wave of intense pleasure invades every corner of Michelle's small, immature body. She digs the heels of her platform boots into Victor's back, too far gone in her first paroxysm of orgasm to know or care.

Victor

She tastes so good, better than he imagined. She's small, so small, even his tongue is restricted by her tight opening. The flood of delicious wetness alone would be enough to tell him he's driven her to cum, but the strangled screaming, the thrashing and bucking, the way she digs into his back with those ridiculous boots (he'll have bruises to explain, he knows), her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him harder against her sex - all of these things tell the same story. The gorgeous little girl cums so hard, so fast, with such amazing energy.

And she isn't fighting him. She isn't resisting. She's practically throwing herself at him. How is he supposed to resist? Oh Alisia, Alisia, what have you done?

As her first, intense orgasm wanes he holds the tiny thing in his arms and nuzzles her neck, ignoring the tickling of the silly red fur, listening to the thrumming beat of her young heart. Why did Alisia abandon them? Was this her plan all along, to leave him alone with the little goddess, knowing that he was too weak to resist her? But no! He's stronger than that. The plan to scare the little girl is shattered, but it doesn't mean he has to be a monster. Surely he can control his urges!

"I..., I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that," he whispers. "We can't! I can't. Oh god, we have to stop!" He moves to take her by the arms and hold her away from his body, to look into her big eyes, but her little arms tighten around his neck like a desperate monkey. Oh god, this is going to be even harder than he thought.

"No, no, no," Michelle pleads and wriggles in his hold until she manages to kiss him again. He can't help kissing her back and the beginnings of a new kind of dread fills his brain. He's too weak, and Alisia never came to save him. He knows he's doomed.

Alisia

She blinks open her eyes and raises her head from the floor. She'd fainted! Oh god, the orgasm that had screamed through her body, the strongest she'd felt in years and years - and all from watching her college lover ram his tongue into her daughter's tight cunny - all because of her, because she was too terrible, too weak, too horny!

But Victor! The cad! The... No. He's not to blame. Even as her eyes refocus she sees that Victor no longer has any control; perhaps he never did. The sweet child is too beautiful, too sensual, and the precocious little hussy is pulling out every trick in the book. Where could she have learned to manipulate a man so thoroughly? Oh, right... Yet another layer of guilt washes over Alisia, spikes her arousal and drives her libido to new heights.

Oh no, there goes the crazy dress, carelessly thrown to the side. Victor looks...

OMG! How does her daughter know to claw at his fly, open his slacks and scrabble for his cock. There's no way she's done this before! But... the way she confidently kneels between Victor's legs and brings his rigid cock out into the dim light... it looks rehearsed. The brief moment of shock on her little girl's face tells her mother this really is the first time, but then, OMG! Michelle doesn't hesitate. She licks it! There's something about the way Michelle turns her head just so, how she carefully runs her little tongue from the very base of the thick pole of flesh to the very tip, then circles the sensitive flesh. It's all too familiar... No, no, oh god...

Alisia realizes her daughter is perfectly mimicking her own well-practiced technique. It can only mean one thing - she's watched her mother. How? When? Oh god, what else has she watched? She's just an innocent little... but clearly she's not so innocent. Alisia's pussy is already spasming again, crying out for stimulation as the head of Victor's cock disappears past her daughter's lips. Oh god, oh god, if she wasn't already on the floor she'd collapse again. It takes every ounce of her will to keep from crying out as she's wracked with another climax.

Michelle

A flood of thick, warm goo fills her small mouth and dribbles past her lips to run down her chin. Michelle remembers the odd look of satisfaction on her mommy's face when the same goo had dribbled out onto her chin that time she'd done this very thing with that man who came over one night for dinner. She blushes as she finally understands that strange look - she did this! She just a little girl, she's only nine, but she did this to handsome Vic and she knows he'll do whatever she wants now. A grown man, a sweet, handsome grown man who'll hold her and give her that amazing, exploding, wild feeling again. He'd give her anything she asked for, but that's what she wants. Oh! She can't wait.

But first she has to do what mommy does. She opens her mouth and looks up at Vic with her big eyes and blinks her long lashes at him, drawing him even farther into her spell. Then she swallows his weird goo and lets a small smile brighten her little girl face before she reaches up so that he'll lift her into his arms again and kiss her.

She only wishes she'd seen what else happens after the girl puts the man's thing in her mouth. But she can't wait to find out - even though she's more scared than ever. That's okay, she thinks, it's Halloween and you're supposed to be scared on Halloween.

Peter and Samuel

"I'm telling you," Pete tells his twin, Sam, "I saw her sneak into the little chapel. Why would she go in there? And then, like five minutes later Michelle and that old guy snuck in there too. What the fuck do you think is going on?"

"Let's listen at the door. Maybe we'll catch something." Sam checks the hall, then sidles across to push his ear to the door. "The fuck, Pete, it sounds like someone's moaning?"

"Shit, should we go get Father Edgar, or maybe break down the door?"

"Like you could break down this door, shit for brains?" Sam laughs. "Come and listen - it's weird, like... I don't know, but now I hear giggling."

Pete presses his ear to the door in the dim, off-limits hallway and his eyes widen with surprise.

Victor

In the afterglow of the hottest blow job in the history of blow jobs, he contemplates the smiling, naked little girl in his arms. It's hard to wrap his head around the combination of adorable and sexual, innocent and lascivious, big-eyed and hungry. And the overlay of her beautiful mother in her features makes him shiver.

He's already hard again.

His slacks are gone and he can't remember how. His shirt is open and she seems fascinated by the thick curls on his chest, running her fingers through them. Why didn't Alisia come, why didn't she stop him? Where could she be? Why is he moving to lay back on the cushion and pull the little imp on top of him? How does Michelle know how to smile like that - a smile that chides him? 'What took you so long' the smile says. The little girl happily straddles him, batting those long, gorgeous eyelashes. He knows he's doomed. Her little cunny, still wet with excitement, starts to grind along his length as her body undulates. My god, how does she know how to do that?

Ow! Those damn boots dig into his thighs. More bruises to explain.

Michelle

Oh, oh, oh! So scary. So good. His warm thing nestles into the valley of her cunny. She presses down harder. It feels so good to slide along his length. Even in the muted light she can see her juices glistening on his skin. But she's not just some little girl anymore, she's nine - and he thinks she's even older, so she has to act like it - and she's already figured out that this isn't all they're supposed to do. This is so good, but it's not what a big girl would do. She knows, now - his thing is supposed to go inside her, no matter how scary and impossible that seems - it just has to.

Did she hear a sound, a muffled moan? No, she couldn't have. No one knows they're there. She wonders what mommy is doing? Is she worried about her? Mommy always worries too much. She's a big girl now, and she knows things. Oh gosh! In a minute she's going to know a lot more. Now it's Vic she hears groaning and the look on his face makes her feel strange - both powerful and vulnerable at the same time. Maybe it's the way his hands have gripped her waist and he's the one in charge of the way she moves now. But also she knows that she made him do it, that he can't resist her, even though he thinks he should. Silly man...

Aghhh! Oh, scary, the head of his thing is pushing inside her. OMG, OMG, is he going to.... Aghh, aghh, ow, ow, scared, scared, but... oh god, do it, do it now. "Yes, yes, now, please!" She hears herself plead, and she understands it's all that's needed to push him over the edge. "Aghhhhh!" she can't help screaming as something stings inside her and then she's so very, very full.

Her small fingers wind into the long hair on his chest and she thinks maybe she hurts him 'cause he moans when she yanks at the hair, but she can't help it. It hurts! And besides, she knows that he doesn't care, he's too busy slowly pumping his big thing deeper and deeper into the tight embrace of her little cunny. As her own pain quickly gives way to the rapid rise of the addictive, amazing feeling again, she thinks that she never, ever wants this to end.

Like a volcano erupting, Michelle's second orgasm overwhelms her small, vulnerable, but oh-so-adorable body.

Alisia

No! No, no, no! How has she let this happen? He's fucking her little girl - right there in front of her, in her church. Michelle is just a baby! But she's a conniving little hussy, too. She stole Victor right out from... No, that's not true. This is all Alisia's fault. Wasn't she supposed to stop them? Oh god, she can't watch any more!

She bolts for the door and dashes out into the hall.

Peter and Samuel

"Jesus, what the fuck is going on in there?" Pete asks his twin, as if Sam would have any more idea than he would what could cause a scream like the one they heard with their ears pressed to the door.

"Was that Michelle?" Sam responds. "Oh shit, should we get..." But he's cut off as he nearly falls to floor. The door that was holding his weight suddenly opened inwards. He catches himself, but Pete isn't so lucky - he's knocked to the floor by Alisia as she hustles through the doorway, looking back over her shoulder and pulling the door shut behind her.

Alisia spins around and both boys are stunned by her appearance. The laces of her bodice are loose and her ample, attractive breasts, the kind of breasts young boys dream of, spill forth, nearly revealing her nipples. Her short skirt is rumpled and slightly askew and she's lost her pointy hat and broom. But even more striking is the wide-eyed crazed and confused look on her face as she looks from one to the other.

"Wow, Ms. K, is something wrong in there? We heard a scream," Sam asks.

"Yeah, do you need help? Let us get the Father," Pete adds as he pulls himself up from the floor.

Despite the polite words, neither boy can tear his eyes from the breasts that appear poised to spill the rest of the way out of Alisia's bodice any second.

"Pete? Sam? Get the Father...? Oh no! No, absolutely not!" Alisia stammers.

"But Ms. K, we heard a scream," Pete says. "We have to do something."

"No, oh my god, no!" the woman says. She seems crazed, desperate. She's kind of frightening and both boys take half a step back. Suddenly her eyes go even wider and she looks each of the ninjas up and down. "Wait," she says breathlessly, "there is something you can do!"

She grabs both boys by the hand and drags them down the hallway. They're so shocked they just go along with her.

Victor

If asked, Victor would have to admit that he has thought about it - what it would feel like to make love to a little girl, a child of eight or nine or ten. He'd even wondered if it was really possible? Now he knows. It is possible. And it's a thousand times more stimulating than he'd ever imagined.

It's not just that she's small and tight. She is, but she's also new and experiencing everything for the first time. Tight as she is, he can feel her every reaction, her every shiver and spasm as he slides his cock deep inside her again and again. He can hear every little gasp and grunt as her body reacts. She claws at his chest. She's probably drawing blood, but it doesn't matter. He'll find some excuse for the bruises and scratches the wild little devil doll has decorated his body with. It's all more than worth it.

With each new wave of orgasm she moans with pleasure. Between the waves she begs and pleads for more. He smiles to see and hear the incredible pleasure he's giving her. Somehow he understands he's awoken something in her, something that was desperate to get out. Something no one, not even her mother will be able to re-cage. She's inherited a great deal from her mother, her looks, her smile, her charm - but she may even surpass her mother as a being of pure, blinding lust.

He's sad that he won't be there to see it all play out. He's sad that this will be his only chance to experience the wonder of her perfect little body. But his sadness is no match for the incredible eroticism of fucking a gorgeous, aroused, climaxing nine-year-old. However brief it may be, Victor has found a kind of nirvana.

With his hands firmly grasping her thin waist, Victor takes full control of his little lover. He's let her set the pace so far, but now it's time, for a moment, to be the master. He speeds up the rhythm of their love, bouncing her up and down above his body. Her long thick hair fans out and falls, fans out and falls. Stray strands get caught on the silly red horns that perch atop her head. God, her little face is so beautiful, so erotic, as every emotion she's feeling passes across it - fear, pleasure, confusion - growing lust. Faster and faster. She gasps and then pants in time with his thrusts; her eyes get bigger and bigger. He manages to get a bit deeper inside her now that he's fully controlling her, but not so deep as to hurt her.

He wants this moment to last forever; he wants to memorize the feel of her tight, warm embrace and the rapture on her young face as she moans and pants her way through the next wave of orgasm. He wants to be sure he can dream about this experience and relive it again and again until he's a very old man.

But the moment can't last forever. No man could keep it going any longer than Victor does, but the result is inevitable. He presses deep inside the little girl's body, holds her tight and growls like a lion as he fills her little cunny with hot, thick cum.

Alisia

At no time in the history of civilization has a woman felt less civilized, or needed a cock more than Alisia needs a cock to do uncivilized things with. She doesn't think, she simply acts. She drags the two fourteen-year-old boys through the door to the small women's room down the hall from the chapel, practically throwing both of them to the ground. There's a lock on the door, but her fevered brain doesn't have enough rational thought left to deal with it. She whirls on the two wide-eyed young men and thrusts herself in between them, tearing her bodice open the rest of the way as she croaks in a strangled, husky voice "Touch me! Now, now! Oh god, touch me."

How many times have Pete and Sam imagined a moment like this, Ms. K thrusting her ample bare breasts out and begging them to fondle her? How many times had each boy told the other he was too much of a pussy to take advantage of just such a situation? Is there any wonder the two gaping boys freeze in place? But maybe all that ribbing, maybe all those insults and jibes were really a kind of preparation. Once again, for just one tenth of a second, the boys lock eyes before they declare in perfect unison, "Fuck, yeah!"

With Sam in front and Pete behind, Alisia quickly discovers just how handsy a couple of excited adolescent boys can be. Her heaving breasts are enveloped by the boys' hands; her nipples are tweaked, twisted, massaged. "God yes!" Alisia moans before her hands find Sam's face and pull him in for a desperate, wet kiss. His eyes go even wider, but he doesn't resist and he doesn't stop pawing at her magnificent, fantasy-provoking tits.

But two breasts and four hands is the wrong math. Pete drops one hand down to slip up under Alisia's short skirt and the several layers of black petticoat. His fingers encounter something forbidden, wet, mysterious, warm. He nearly faints, but he holds it together, knowing he'd never hear the end of it from his twin if he lost his cool now. He presses up against her back and his fingers scrabble through the warm, moist pussy only to be rewarded with her shoulders pressing back into his chest and an almost frightening growl from the woman who's kissing his brother. Pete is too overwhelmed in the moment to wonder where the hot young mother left her panties.

Alisia's libido is on fire. Visions of Victor and Michelle won't stop tormenting her. The way her baby moaned and creamed on his tongue. The look on his face as he tore away her sweet daughter's virginity. A kiss and a few inexperienced, fumbling hands and fingers aren't enough. She needs cock!

Sam almost cries out when Alisia drops to the floor in front of him. He does cry out as she violently yanks the loose pants of his ninja costume down his legs. Instinctively he tries to retreat, afraid of the unknown, but she's like an octopus. Alisia has Sam's underpants around his ankles and his stiff cock into her mouth before he knows what's happened.

The boy's cock is a surprise - at least the average size of a grown man. She'd expected so much less. His pubic hair is blonde and thin. Oh god, he's so young! His cock slides past her lips easily and it jerks wildly as the boy feels a woman's lips for the very first time. Alisia pulls it from her mouth and leans in closer to cup his testicles with her tongue, then rakes her tongue up along the length of him before swallowing him whole again. She's rewarded with Sam's intense gasp of pleasure.

"Oh Jesus," Alisia hears from just beside her. She comes up for air and looks around with wild eyes. In her desperate hurry to get Sam's cock slathered up for use, she's forgotten that there's another boy! She nearly knocks Pete to the ground as she lunges for legs and pulls his ninja costume to the floor along with his underpants. Another glorious stiff boy-cock is waiting for her and it disappears into her mouth in a flash.

Alisia sucks and licks and fondles Pete's young manhood with a hunger she's never felt before. But when she pauses and pulls back to get a better look she realizes Sam is standing next to her, eyes wide and stroking his cock as fast as he can.

"Oh my god! You idiot! Don't waste that!" Alisia screams at the young boy. "What's wrong with you?"

"Wh... what? What do you want?" Sam stammers.

"Jesus! Little boys. Get behind me, you moron."

"Oh god, oh god," Sam stammers, but he's managed to kick off his pants and shorts and so he easily steps behind the gorgeous curvy woman. But he stands there, clueless, betraying the depth of his innocence.

"Oh my god! Do I have to paint you a picture?"

"Jesus, dipshit, I think she wants you to fuck her," Pete says, his eyes even wider than his brother's. "Go on, man, do it!"

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh god," Sam continues to stammer, but he drops to his knees behind the kneeling woman and pushes her short skirts up over her back to reveal the perfect curve of her womanly ass. "Oh fuck me!" he can't help saying at the sight. His cock is bouncing and twitching with anticipation.

"Now, now, now! Fuck me!" Alisia cries out. She arches her back and presents the young teen her sex like a cat in heat. "Please!"

The young man behind Alisia finally finds the courage to slide the tip of his cock up and down through the warm wetness between her swollen lips. "Oh Jesus, Pete, this is... this is... Oh shit, yes!" Without conscious thought, for the boy has very little control over his body's needs at this point, he slams his hips forward and buries his six inches of throbbing boy cock into Alisia's cunt.

Alisia doesn't lose a beat. She gives out a huge sigh of satisfaction even as she's pulling Pete back to her face. She licks his cock with ferocious fervor, then swallows him all the way down her throat.

Like his brother, Pete's reaction is involuntary. He grabs the beautiful woman by her long, thick hair and takes control of her. A flush of triumphant power flushes through his body and brain and then he starts to fuck her throat with rapid thrusts of his hips.

Sam is in heaven with his cock pumping in and out of the woman of his dreams. But his dreams had always included one more thing: her magnificent breasts hang free, slapping at her chest in time to the rhythm of two boys fucking her. Without losing a beat, Sam reaches around and grabs the perfect orbs of flesh. His brain can barely comprehend the fact that his greatest wet dream has suddenly become a reality.

Alisia quivers with desperate pleasure as her two young lovers fondle and control and spit her, both of them in the thrall of their first real sexual experience, both of them giving her everything they've got as they take from her everything they've ever dreamed of. She starts to cum, hard, knowing that the two boys won't be far behind her.

Michelle

She can't believe how wonderful she feels - powerful, satisfied, grown-up, all mixed up with exhausted, sore, breathless. She lies on Vic's chest, languorously playing with the thick curls of graying hair as he gently strokes her hair and cups her little ass. She could stay here forever. She thought all the best part would be fast and noisy and exciting - but this, too, is amazing. She drinks in the wonder of post-sex cuddling, hoping she can hold on to this feeling as long as possible.

But wait. Vic's thing is getting longer and harder again! Did she do that to him? A thrill of power courses through her at the idea that she can do that to him - again. She looks up into his face and he looks almost surprised, then he smirks and gives a growling little chuckle. "Well, I'll be damned," he growls. She likes the way he growls. He's her lion!

And her lion is suddenly looking at her like she's something to eat - again! Oh gosh!

There's a brief moment of panic, then Michelle shrieks and giggles uncontrollably as the nice man, her Vic, tickles her unmercifully. His hands are everywhere! She twists and squirms but she can't get away. Pure joy erupts as she tries to tickle him back. Their positions shift, this way then that. She feints and he parries. He finds out how ticklish she is behind her knees and she shrieks even louder. She twists away and just manages to tickle his side before he flips her onto her stomach on the soft cushions.

Suddenly the lovely game changes. Her chest is pressed down into the cushion. His fingers switch from tickling to probing - probing in her warm wet cunny. And oh, god, she hadn't realized how ready she was for more. He lifts her little ass upwards and he straddles the narrow bench. Oh god, oh god. She digs at the fabric with her small fingers, trying to find something to grab ahold of, trying to prepare herself for what she knows is coming.

Vic enters her from behind and his cock seems so big! She has no control over what he does, but she smirks into the cushion because she knows that she's driving him crazy, crazy enough to fuck a little girl, again. She doesn't mind the way her pretty face mashes into the cushion over and over, with every hard thrust of Vic's hips. She doesn't mind the tight grip on her waist or the way her silly boots bang against his legs - probably giving him more bruises. The only thing she cares about in that moment is the fast rising pleasure that's streaming out from her full little cunny.

Michelle is too young to understand that three rounds of sex with a man Vic's age, in such a short span of time, is never a sure thing. But she's thrilled to be learning more and more. Getting fucked from behind like a rag doll is amazing! This is a new sensation and she longs for it to never end! She nearly gets her wish as Vic thrusts deep inside of her, over and over, for long, long minutes of wonderful, orgasmic bliss. But finally, after so long, Vic moans and splutters and curses and holds the little girl tight against his body as he cums inside her one last time.

A few seconds later, Michelle rests in his strong arms and listens to the way he still struggles to catch his breath. As the heaving of his chest subsides, Vic looks into her big eyes, kisses her deeply, then whispers in her ear, "Jesus Christ, Michelle, you're the most amazing girl I've ever met."

Vic doesn't get to see the look of smug, excited happiness that lights up Michelle's young, beautiful face.

Alisia

OMG! Alisia thinks. These boys are fucking machines!

She swallows down another load of warm, thick seed - this time from Sam. The young boy moans loudly as he pumps another jet of the cum into her greedy mouth. He groans again when Alisia grabs his cock with her experienced hand, strokes it furiously to keep him hard and rasps her cum-coated tongue around his scrotum. Her other hand passes between his legs and she kneads his little, virgin butt-hole with one of her knuckles. And all the while she's straddling Sam's brother, Pete, who's bucking his cock up into her cunt as fast as he can as he plays with her dangling breasts. Alisia can tell by the pace of Pete's frantic thrusting, faster and faster, that he's very close to squirting another load of his thick boy-cum into her womb.

Alisia has lost track of time; teaching her young twin pupils the joys of a hard, long three-way is all she can concentrate on. It's hard to keep track of time when your need for orgasmic release is so very desperate and you have two willing young studs, who seem to each have an infinite capacity to stay hard and to work to keep you in a constant state of climax. Her brain is no longer in control - her libido is calling the shots.

"Oh, oh god, yes!" Alisia moans as the rapid pace of Pete's fucking sends her to a new height of arousal. She forces her middle finger up into Sam's tight butt and smirks at the yelp of surprise he gives out. She also notices that his cock is already hard as a rock again. She releases his cock and scrabbles at his ninja shirt to force him to bend down and listen to her. "Now, now, get behind me, oh god, hurry!" she rasps into his ear.

The look of confusion, then amazement, then blind excitement on the boy's face is priceless. Alisia pulls her finger from Sam's ass and braces herself as he races behind her. He doesn't wait. He kneels close behind her, straddling his brother's legs. His cock is still slick with Alisia's spit and his own cum.

"For fucks sake hold still, god damn it!" Sam yells at his twin.

"What the... What are you... Oh Jesus!" Pete replies from the floor. "Oh shit, oh shit, really?" He slams his cock deep into Alisia's body and holds her tight.

"Yeah, yeah, like that, like... oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK!" Sam's rigid cock pops into Alisia's ass and he buries it deep inside her.

"Yes, yes, you fucking little boys! Fuck me, fuck me!" Alisia cries out in ecstasy and the boys do as commanded, penetrating her pussy and ass in a wild, tandem rhythm that fills her to the edge of insanity.

It is insanity. She's fucking two fourteen-year-old choir boys in her own church, just down the hall from where she knows her nine-year-old daughter is having sex with her old college boyfriend. Her culpability just piles higher and higher, driving her harder and harder to new heights of wonderful depravity. Her blame seems endless. But even Alisia doesn't suspect the final knife, the final blow, the final indignity that will seal this moment forever in the annals of reproach. Only her subconscious knows the true depth of her guilt.

"Mommy! Mommy! No! No, no, no!" Michelle screams from the doorway to the bathroom where Alisia is carnally sandwiched between her two ninja boy toys.

Everyone freezes.

Alisia looks up. She sees her angry, wee devil doll daughter staring daggers at her. She's never seen the child so angry. Over Michelle's shoulder she sees a wide-eyed, gaping Victor. Past the confused shock, she sees the guilt on his face for what he's done with her baby. And then her conscious mind catches up with her subconscious, even as little Michelle drives the dagger into her heart.

"Mommy! You knew I liked Sam and Pete! You knew it! You ruin everything. I hate you, I hate you!" Michelle runs from the bathroom. Victor gives Alisia one, quick shrug, then hurries to follow after her.

Alisia stares at the door as it swings closed, knowing that nothing will ever be the same. She can only imagine what their lives will be, now, in the aftermath.

So much guilt to atone.

So much for her little girl to hold over her.

So many little choir boys to fuck!

"Oh god! Fuck me!" Alisia screams at her two teen paramours. The boys are quick to overcome their shock and in seconds they're back to pounding Alisia's warm cunt and tight ass. "Yes, yes, yes!" she cries out as the guilt washes over her and she finds a new height of ecstatic climax that the boys sustain for her as long as they are able, before each of them gifts her one more massive present of his young, hot cum.

Alisia

The letter is hard to write, but cathartic. She can't leave him hanging. She must atone. She also can't resist the temptation.

My Dearest Victor,

Why do I always start with 'Forgive me?' But, forgive me. Please.

Did I know? I'm sure you've been dying to ask. I could see the question die on your lips before you gave me a peck on the cheek and turned to walk through the security gates and out to your plane. Did I know it wouldn't happen the way I told you I'd planned it - that I wouldn't stop you - that I'd let you commit those terrible acts, acts that you're probably still beating yourself up over?

To tell you the truth, my dear, I don't know if I knew or not. Maybe part of me knew. Maybe part of me was hoping, scheming, lying. Does it really matter?

She's asked about you, several times. It didn't take her long to figure out that I knew you, that you were someone from my past. Old photos, old notes. And once she suspected there was no stopping her. I can't stop her from... It doesn't matter. She asked about you - she'd love to see you again. No, I'm supposed to be honest here. She'd love to fuck you again. She says you're sweet. But I've told her... I've told her you probably won't come back. How could you. You have too much at stake.

Sam and Pete have practically moved in with us. Michelle tells me I have to do whatever they want, no matter what. I don't mind. It's a bit more humiliating when they bring three or four of the their friends along, but... well, I guess I don't really mind that either.

Michelle won't let any of the boys touch her. She said she's 'done with boys, she want's a real man.' Then she asked about you, again...

Oh god, they're back. I have to go.

Please don't judge me too harshly, darling of my past. But think about us from time to time. Remember us.

Love,
Alisia

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