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The Harrowing Halloween Hijinks of the Paisley Princess - by Alvo Torelli, Hallloween, 2017 INTRODUCTION "Look, Lilith, I know you didn't want to take a gig on a week night, but it's Halloween and the client's desperate. They're willing to pay a premium." The Paisley Princess's manager rolled his eyes as he listened to her rant, then decided to try a different tack. "Okay, okay, you're right. It is a huge, complicated job, a whole school to entertain. If you're not up for a challenge then..." He had to hold the phone away from his ear for a minute, but he smiled. Hooked, he thought. "Fine, fine, I'll send over the specifics. But the basics are like I said - it's an elementary school Halloween Festival - you know, give the little kids a safe, fun place to be instead of sending them out into the streets. Games, prizes and entertainment. They booked Shirley, Linda and Braxton to do their idiotic kid-friendly music show, but Braxton got arrested this morning for soliciting. They just need someone who can come in and provide some entertainment, your usual stuff - it's just a bigger crowd than usual... Yeah, St. Molere Elementary, that's the one. Oh, really, your old school? It's hard for me to imagine you in... Yeah, of course, anything you need - no questions asked. Just send me the list."
Principal Shea Vertrep met the striking young woman at the door of St. Molere Elementary school with obvious annoyance. "They told me you'd be here by two," he stated with no preamble, then realized what he was saying. "Excuse me, I'm so sorry, that was rude. It's just, well, I'm a bit stressed over this Halloween Festival. It starts at six and there's so much to do. The principal visibly stopped himself from getting too worked up "I'm sorry," he apologized again. "I really do need to watch my blood pressure." He gave Princess Paisley a bit of a puzzled look. "Excuse me, but, do I know you? You look quite familiar." "Oh, you've probably just seen my publicity posters," Lilith, better known as the Paisley Princess said sweetly to the man who had once been her third grade teacher. "I get that a lot." It would be nearly impossible for this old fool to recognize the rather gawky, mousy-haired nine-year old he'd known in the gorgeous woman before him now. In her early twenties, with long platinum hair that framed a face from the pages of playboy or penthouse, with a body to match, Lilith was nothing like the little girl the principal had once 'taught.' How lovely to see him again, Lilith thought, wickedly. She smiled her best smile. The old man had so many things to atone for. "But let's get down to business. Tell me about your Halloween festival, Principal Vertrep." "Well," the principal began, puffing up, I really don't think there's time for a full description. We really just need you to provide the entertainment, in the gymnasium, from eight to eight-thirty, just before we give out the grand prize." "And what would the grand prize be?" Lilith asked. "I really don't think there's time ..." But the principal stopped in mid complaint as he stared at the strange scepter the Paisley Princess had pulled from her large shoulder bag. "There's plenty of time. Everything's fine!" Princess Paisley interrupted. "Everything will be just perfect. I have everything under control and everything I need is already here. This Halloween will be everything you ever dreamed of." With every repetition of the word everything the scepter flashed a strange light into the principal's face. "Everything, everything,..." the Principal said as his features relaxed and his face took on a dull vacancy. "Now then, Principal, what was that grand prize you were mentioning?" "Ah, ah, well, the grand prize is a new Prius," he stammered, staring blankly at the light coming from the end of her scepter. "A Prius! How practical. And now tell me everything about the Halloween festival," the Paisley Princess commanded sweetly. The principal proceeded to fill Lilith in on all the plans for the evenings festivities, describing every age-appropriate game in every classroom of St. Molere Elementary. He told her everything. "Very good, Vertrep, everything will be just great," Lilith said once she'd heard enough. "I have everything under control. Now then, take off all your clothes, take off everything, every stitch, and go shut yourself in the closet - you know the closet I mean, don't you?" "Yes, yes, I must go in the closet. The dark closet. With the hands, and the cocks. So dark and scary. And the cocks. Yes, I must go." Princess Paisley didn't even bother to watch as the Principal stripped off all of his clothes and headed to what had once been the room where he taught third grade to so many pretty little girls, the room with the special closet. She simply had too much work to do. At five thirty sharp, and not ten minutes after the delivery truck had departed, six teachers and a gaggle of volunteers, four mothers and two fathers, arrived at the school. One of the parents, a tall, handsome black man, had his little daughter in tow. Punctuality was expected at St. Molere Elementary - students, teachers and parents alike! There were penalties for being late. They were all slightly confused when Princess Paisley, in a gorgeous magenta ball gown, replete with a sparkling silver tiara and a magnificent bejeweled scepter, was the one to meet them at the door of the school rather than the expected Principal Vertrep. But their confusion quickly gave way to happy, vacant smiles as they were introduced to the flashing emissions from Princess Paisley's shiny scepter. "Now then," the Paisley Princess said to the gathered adults, "I don't have time to learn all your names and besides, I don't really care. Those of you who are teachers - immediately go to your classrooms and put on the costumes you find on your desks. Then get started clearing the room for the festival games. Go, now! As for those of you who are parents, I'm just going to call you by the classroom that you're assigned to help with. You, in the yellow - you're Kindergarten. This bald gentleman can be First Grade and you, with the hideous sweater, you're Second Grade. Blondie, you're Third Grade and do be good or you can join the principal in the closet. Ha! Fatso over there will be Fourth Grade. "Let's see, that brings us to, oh, oh my, aren't you the handsome one." Princess Paisley paused to take a closer look at the tall, muscular black man of thirty who was waiting like the others, still holding the hand of a pretty little girl of about eight who wore a princess costume from Frozen. Ignoring the child at first, Lilith ran her palm across the man's broad chest and then dropped her hand to cup his crotch. Her eyes went wide and she bit her lip as she stared up into his dark eyes. "Oh my! Sugar. I guess you'll be Fifth Grade. But who is this pretty little princess?" Princess Paisley finally turned to the little girl, admiring her tight corn rolls and the huge dark eyes that looked up at her with wonder. "What's your name, sweetheart?" "Um, Doneka?" the child responded. "Oh, oh my, Doneka, that's, that's just too perfect! Oh my goodness! Well, Doneka, I'm so glad you came early with your handsome big daddy. You're going to go with Third Grade over there, that's right, the silly bottle-blonde. I'm just so glad you came early to help us, Doneka!" Princess Paisley smiled at her gathered volunteers, and Doneka. "Now then, head to the classrooms you were assigned to, put on your costumes and help get the classroom and games ready. I'll be along soon to give you detailed instructions on the games the children will be playing in your room." The six parents scattered off to the various rooms. Two of them seemed a bit confused at first, but soon enough they figured out where they were going and Princess Paisley was left in blissful silence. She sighed, knowing that she needed to go to each of the classrooms, quickly, or she wouldn't have time to explain all the wonderful party pastimes she'd modified for St. Molere's Halloween Festival. There's just no rest for the wicked, Lilith thought wistfully. Then she hurried off to the Kindergarten class to begin her instructions. At six o'clock, precisely, everything was ready and the fabulous, gorgeous, mesmerizing Princess Paisley was there to welcome the throngs of costumed children and parents and siblings and even aunts and uncles and grandparents into the halls of St. Molere Elementary school. Everyone was thrilled to see her incredibly popular smiling face greet them personally at the door. For the Princess, it was going to be a severe challenge to make sure that every single person who came through the doors of the school would have the very best experience they could ever have imagined - and the Princess would settle for nothing less - but she knew she was up to the task. Her scepter flashed nearly constantly as the crowd grew thicker and thicker. Her parent volunteers came back to carefully herd the crowd into the school gymnasium, the only place big enough to hold them all. Within fifteen minutes everyone had arrived and Princess Paisley could move her focus from greeting people to giving her instructions to the massed group. There were some advantages to a school where everyone had learned to be punctual! The Paisley Princess's instructions to the gathered throng were extremely simple: Everyone was required to have a VERY good time and experience as much pleasure as possible. Every classroom, from Kindergarten through Fifth, had an age-appropriate game for the children, but the children were free to try any games they liked and all the others were expected to join in and enjoy the fun. "And remember," Princess Paisley told the crowd, "nothing that happens to you will cause any pain. Any pain you might feel will magically transform into more pleasure. As you enjoy your evening, don't forget to take lots of pictures and video with all those clever smart phones, parents! Share your joy with the world - Facebook, Instagram, Twitter! And finally, don't forget that the family who earns the most points in the games will win the grand prize! So try every game and always do your best to win." Princess Paisley swept her scepter across the mesmerized crowd one last time. "Tonight, if you WANT to do it, you WILL do it. And every one of you WANTS your family to win the grand prize! Now go, and be happy!" And with those instructions, amplified and solidified by the Princess's marvelous scepter, animated conversations broke out all across the room and the crowd of happy, excited families headed out to enjoy the myriad games. To a person, they were convinced the evening would be filled with fun and entertainment and everyone was excited to try to win the grand prize. Out in the hallway, the families found a large sign listing all the classrooms and the games they would find there:
Kindergarten. Room 3. Button, Button, Who's Got The Button? As the crowd streamed out, Princess Paisley knew they would need a few minutes to spread out as children chose the games they most wanted to play. But she wasn't a terribly patient person, and she already had a terrible itch. Catching sight of a pretty little girl of about ten, Lilith sighed with anticipation. It was but a moment's work and another quick flash from her scepter to separate the child from the rest of her family and whisper into her ear. The girl smiled and waved as the rest of her family, including her cute little sister, who seemed intent on dragging Daddy towards the kindergarten classroom, disappeared out into the elementary school. The young girl told Lilith her name was Mandy and she shivered with pleasure when the Paisley Princess commented on how pretty and sexy her halloween cat costume was. The black cat suit fit tight to her body from neck to toes and she had a lovely long black tail handing from the back. Little black ears stuck up out of her long straight black hair, her nose was painted black and she had the cutest little whiskers drawn on her face. Lilith glanced around and saw that everyone in the crowd was intent on getting to the various games. She instructed pretty Mandy to drop to her knees and then she quickly flung her long ball gown over the child's head and pressed in to her. It was delicious to have the sweet young child lick her pussy and she pressed Mandy's nose into her clit with great pleasure. "Oh, oh, yes, sweet kitten!" the Paisley Princess moaned softly. This was a much better way to pass the time while she was waiting. "Oh!" After a nice, warm cum, the Paisley Princess knew it was time to start her rounds of the games. She was the hostess of the evening after all! She let little Mandy out from under skirts and kissed the child on her wet lips. "You were lovely, Mandy," she said. "And you really deserve a reward! Let's see if we can't make your costume even better. Okay?" Mandy went wide-eyed, but she didn't object as the Princess carefully cut open a small slit in her costume, between her legs, using a pair of scissors that seem to appear from nowhere. And then, somehow, the Princess had tugged and snipped and tugged, and Mandy's pink cotton panties had disappeared. The fabric of her cat costume was tight enough to mold around her cute, puffy small labia, the white skin appearing in great contrast to the black, furry fabric. "Oh my! So lovely," the Paisley Princess sighed, bringing another sweet smile to Mandy's little face. "And here's one more present for my favorite little kitten." From some mysterious pocket, she brought forth a shiny pink cat-collar and a five-foot, thin, pink leash. Once she had carefully buckled the collar around Mandy's neck the shiny words on the collar were clearly visible: "PLEASE USE THIS PUSSY." The Paisley Princess stroked Mandy's thick hair, then attached the leash to the collar and placed the other end of the leash between Mandy's teeth. "There you go Mandy! Now go and have a very good time. Whomever has your leash will help you have a wonderful evening, so be a good little kitten and do whatever they say. Maybe you should start with your daddy." Little Mandy, her eyes a bit glazed over, ran off to find her daddy. For her part, the Paisley Princess lifted up her long skirts and glided out the door, ready to do her duty as the hostess of the best Halloween Festival of all time.
KINDERGARTEN A colorful, hand-drawn banner arched over the door to the Kindergarten class. It read "Welcome to Kindergarten! We're playing Button, Button, Who's Got The Button!" As Princess Paisley strolled into the Kindergarten classroom there were already two games of Button, Button, who's got the Button going. Of course, in these particular versions of the game the 'Button' was very special. About the size of a thimble, the button was egg-shaped and made of brightly colored plastic. The Paisley Princess absently grabbed a couple of the little eggs, which disappeared into one of her seemingly invisible pockets, then she sat down to watch as one of the games of Button, Button started anew. There were six little children in the game, four girls and two boys, all about five or six. All of the children had already stripped their costumes off, the first requirement for playing the game. Strewn about the circle were pirate costumes, fairy wings, a witches hat and more. Half a dozen adults also stood around the game, watching with big smiles. The Kindergarten teacher, in her Sexy Maid costume, too short to cover her obviously panty-less ass, held out the little egg-shaped Button to the children and one of the smallest, wide-eyed girl's took it from her. "Now, children, who is going to be 'the Seeker' for this game?" The little ones tittered, quickly consulted and then the girl with the Button pointed to one of the adults, an older man who beamed and then licked his lips with excitement. "Very good!" the teacher said. "Now, first we have to blindfold the Seeker," she continued as the man moved to the center of the circle of children. She tied the blindfold around his eyes. "While the Seeker is blindfolded, you children pass the button around and one of you has to hide it! Once it's hidden I'll take the blindfold off and the Seeker will have two minutes to try to find the button. If he finds it, then he gets two points for his family! But if he can't find it then all of the children get one point for their family. Does everybody understand? Very good! It's time to hide the button - go!" The small blonde girl with the small red egg quickly handed it to a much taller, but skinny boy with red hair. But he didn't want it either. The button quickly changed hands a couple more times before it landed in the hand of a sweet brunette five-year-old named Jenna. Jenna's eyes went huge when she realized she was going to have to hide the button. But she understood the rules - she had to hide it! Biting her lip, the tiny child pushed the little egg through the tiny slit of her pussy until it disappeared up inside of her, nestled hard against her thin hymen. All of the excited watchers cheered for the brave little girl, but the teacher quickly hushed them so as not to give away the secret of who had the Button. "Okay! You have two minutes to find the Button," the teacher said as she whipped off the Seeker's blindfold. The Paisley Princess was amazed at how exciting the game of Button, Button was - far beyond her hopes. Frankly, she'd been disappointed when she heard the kindergarten game was something as silly as Button, Button, Who's Got the Button. But now that she saw it in action, she was delighted. Quick as a wink, the Seeker knelt down in front of the little blonde girl, who happened to be his niece. He took her tiny body by the waist and turned her this way and that, looking for the Button. When he didn't find it in either of her hands, or tucked under an armpit, he took a quick peek in her mouth. But no Button! Where could it be? Excitement flashed across the man's face and then he ran his hand up between the little girl's legs, forcing them apart until his fingers came to the tiny, hairless slit of her sex. Without pausing he pushed his middle finger up into her cunt! "Oooh, ooh, ooh!" the little blonde girl gasped. "Oooh, it tickles, it... ooh!" But then she giggled out loud, because she knew the Button wasn't there. He was looking in the wrong place! The man heard all of the children giggling and laughing at him. The adults too, and a couple of people jeered at him. "Looks like he'd rather finger that pussy than find the Button," someone said and everyone chortled. Indeed, molesting his little niece was a dream come true for the man, but he couldn't stand the laughter. "One minute!" the teacher said, amidst all the giggles and titters of the little children. Damn, the Seeker thought. Half my time gone and I haven't even finished with my niece. The Paisley Princess clapped and cheered. This was so much fun! And oh, look, two mommies were taking pictures and video of the game. They even compared their pictures of the man molesting the little blonde before they posted them to their favorite media sites. It was all so wonderful! The little blonde girl was actually disappointed when her uncle stopped playing with her little pussy. It was a big surprise to her how nice it felt, especially when he was rubbing the tiny nubbin at the top. Plus, she wanted to use up all his time so that she'd win a point! When he pulled his finger from her little pussy, she expected him to move on to the next child. She squealed when, instead, he whipped her little body around and forced her to bend over. She squealed even louder when her uncle forced his index finger up into her little bottom, just to make sure she hadn't hidden the Button there. It's not there! the Seeker cursed to himself. And his time was running out fast. He just had to find that damn Button. Letting go of his little niece, the Seeker quickly moved on to another little girl. He didn't waste time looking in her hands - he went straight for the child's tight, smooth little pussy. "Thirty seconds," the annoying teacher announced. The little girl squealed and giggled and jumped around as the Seeker tried to get his finger into her incredibly tight hole. She was obviously very ticklish and it was almost impossible to hold her still enough to get inside her - but no Button! Damn. He was running out of time. He pulled his finger from her pussy and pushed his hand farther between her legs. There was no time to be subtle - he rammed his middle finger up into the child's ass and rooted around for the button. It wasn't there! "Fifteen seconds," the teacher said with excitement. With each round of the game the teacher was getting hornier and hornier and she just had to finger herself under her short costume - not caring who was watching. The Seeker looked about wildly. He was about to reach for the skinny red-headed boy, who looked terrified, when the Button saved them both. "OOOOOHHH! OOOHHHH! Oh my, oh my, oh my!" Jenna squealed, unable to stop herself. The Button, as it was programmed to do, had suddenly begun to vibrate wildly up inside her miniature pussy. Even worse, little electric shocks coursed out from the Button. Jenna jumped up and down, dancing about, as she went into a surprising forced orgasm. The Seeker leapt across the circe and grabbed for the dancing child even as the teacher moaned out the words "five seconds." He wasted no time with foreplay and he had to make a critical, instantaneous choice: pussy or ass? He made the right choice. Grabbing the child from behind to stop her maniacal writhing, he forced his other hand between her legs and slid a finger up inside her pussy. He felt the Button at once, and it was but a moment's work to molest her just enough to pull the vibrating, shocking thing from inside of her. "Time!" the teacher proclaimed just as the Seeker held the bright red Button aloft. "Two points to the Seeker!" Everyone cheered the Seeker, even the children - although three of the children looked a bit shocked. Princess Paisley, greatly pleased with how well her new version of Button, Button, Who's Got the Button was going, decided to move on. But first she kissed each of the small kindergarteners on their foreheads and then, with a final wave of her sparkling scepter, she reminded everyone to have a wonderful time and post their pictures so that all their friends would see what fun they were having.
FIRST GRADE The First Grade classroom, like all the others, was festooned with a colorful banner: "Welcome to First Grade! Come test your family's coordination and speed in the Egg Race!" Striding into the first grade classroom, the Paisley Princess looked around at all the activity, happy faces and active smart phones. It warmed her heart to see her hard work turned into so much fun. The Egg Race, in all its myriad forms, was a classic party game. Essentially, any kind of relay race that incorporated careful, meticulous attention to some delicate problem would do: passing an orange from one neck to another up and down a line of partygoers, racing to push a pingpong ball with nothing but noses, running with a marble on a waiter's tray, even the three-legged race. But Lilith's favorite variation had always been the classic egg-on-a-spoon race and she was so proud of herself for coming up with a novel, wonderful new variation on that old classic. She couldn't wait to see it in action! Princess Paisley was just in time! The first grade teacher and her helper, both dressed in ridiculous, full Easter Bunny costumes, were just getting a new game set up. They already had five teams ready to go - each team consisting of a little girl, no more than nine years old, and two more members of her family. Any family members would do, but it was almost always the case that one of the family members was the child's father. This time around there was one exception - little six-year-old Melinda's daddy hadn't made it to the Fall Festival, so it was her wide-eyed seventy-something grandfather who took daddy's place. The third family member of each team varied widely - this time three mothers, an older sister and even one older brother. All the teams of three were ready to go, but there was a hold-up. "But Mr. Perec, I only have one family member here, my mommy," a very pretty little red-headed girl, dressed as a witch, with a tall pointy black hat, said to the giant Easter Egg bunny that was really her first grade teacher. "And I really, really want to play! Please?" The teacher tried, unsuccessfully, to hide the excitement on his face as he took to one knee to speak to his luscious student. "Oh, Sally, that's okay. Normally you can only use family members for the Egg Race. But I tell you what, I'll be on your team - just this once, okay?" "Oh! Yes, yes, thank you Mr. Perec, thank you." The pretty child hugged her teacher around the neck. Her huge smile brought out the cute freckles across her high cheekbones and her bright green eyes sparkled with joy. Princess Paisley was the only one who saw the way the naughty teacher licked his lips behind the little girl's back. "Well now, we have our six teams for the Egg Race," the volunteer parent said loudly to the gathered crowd. There were as many cheering onlookers as contestants. "Teams, please prepare your runners for the race by helping them out of any clothes they're still wearing and then securely bind their arms behind their necks with the collars and cuffs provided at your first race station." The object of the Egg Race was simplicity itself. There were six race stations along one side of the room where the relay races would begin. At each station a shallow bowl held three brightly colored little eggs - strikingly similar to the little eggs being used as Buttons in the Kindergarten classroom - but about fifty percent bigger. There was also a small padded bench for the runner to rest on. At the start, one of the team mates would help the runner, always the little girl of the team, pick up the egg. The runner would then race across the room to the opposite side, where six identical race stations were set up. There, her other team member would help her put the little egg into another bowl. Then the runner would run back to the first station and repeat the process with the second egg, and so on. The first team to move all three plastic eggs across the room was the winner! Of course, this version of the Egg Race was a Paisley Princess perverted pastime, so there were a couple of non-obvious new rules. First there was the rule that the only way the runner was allowed to carry the egg was in her pussy and she must do so with her hands bound behind her neck so as not to accidentally cheat. Really, the bondage was all for the little girl's benefit. The second rule was that the only parts of their body that each of the runner's team mates could use were their mouth and tongue. Other than those two rules, it was all quite simple. Extremely perverted, but simple. Princess Paisley sat to one end of the room to watch the game. She immensely enjoyed the way the crowd cheered the teams as they prepared their runners. While she patiently watched the preliminary preparation, when she was sure no one was watching, she reached under her dress and slipped the two little buttons she'd picked up into her very wet pussy, pushing them far up inside her. It would be delicious not knowing when the little eggs might go off inside of her. In the middle of the room, the six little girls were quickly stripped out of their various costumes until they were quite naked. The children began to get nervous as their family members buckled the heavy collars around their necks - since no one had explained that part of the rules to them! A couple of them were even crying by the time their little wrists were forced into the cuffs at the back of the evil, padlocked collars. But all of the little children knew that they were supposed to be having fun and doing their best to help their families win the grand prize, so they did their best to dry their eyes and get rid of their snuffles (with no hands to help). Little Melinda even posed for the pictures her grandfather took with his cell phone, despite how scared she was. But then she had to talk him through how to text the pictures to his buddies down at the Lodge. This whole social media thing was terribly flummoxing to grandpa. "It's time to start the race!" the excited volunteer called out. "Runners to your stations." The six little girls got onto the six little padded benches on their backs. It was awkward, with their arms bound, but they all managed to do it. "On you mark!" Each of the little girls struggled to pull their knees up into the air, with their little butts at the very end of the little bench. "Get set!" The sweet, innocent children spread their legs wide, opening their tiny pussies to their team mates and the collected crowd of excited onlookers. "GO!" All along the starting places, the mothers, sister and even one speechless older brother, dunked their heads into the shallow bowl of eggs and grabbed an egg between their lips or teeth. And then the insanity began. It was no mean feat to push the small egg between the un-lubricated, puffy outer labia of the preteen girls. Six faces pressed hard into six little virgin pussies, but no one immediately succeeded in forcing the egg deep enough for the child to carry it. The six little girls on the benches alternated between giggling uproariously and shrieking with fright as their family members desperately tried to force the foreign objects up inside them. It was the mothers who figured out the trick first! By tucking the egg into a cheek, or simply dropping it back into the bowl for a moment, they could use their tongues to lave at their sweet little daughter's slits, getting them ready for the intrusion of the plastic egg. Shrieks and giggles quickly turned to moans and squeals as the little girls were forcibly violated by their mothers. In just thirty seconds, three of the little darlings were packed full with a little egg and they hopped off their benches to waddle quickly to the other side of the room. A fourth girl was close behind and the girl being tended to by her sister was a close fifth, since her sister too had figured out the secret to getting started. All five of the girls were settled onto the benches in front of their fathers, and Mr. Perec in his bunny suit while the sixth girl, poor Melinda, was still moaning in front of her brother. It wasn't that the boy hadn't figure out the secret - he had - it was just that as soon as he'd tasted his sister's sweet, untouched pussy, he never wanted to stop licking her. But finally he relented to her pleas and the yells from the crowd and he slipped the little egg through the well-lubricated folds of flesh and into her pink insides. Things were not going half as smoothly on the daddy side of the race. It turns out that it takes a hell of a lot more probing and licking and sucking and slurping to remove a little egg from a preteen's pussy, using only your mouth and tongue, than it did to push the same egg in. And it wasn't like any of the daddies, or even Mr. Perec, had any experience with such tiny, hairless, delicate little cunts. Well, maybe one of them did. Simple sucking didn't seem to work, and besides, it was a lot more fun to probe around inside your little girl with your desperate, horny tongue. None of the daddies, or Mr. Perec had managed to extract an egg by the time the sixth little girl plopped down in front of her wide-eyed grandfather to let him have a go at her pussy with his tongue. The moans and squeals from the little girls grew louder and stronger with every passing second and every lash of a hungry tongue. It was hard to tell if the various men were really trying to extract the little eggs. It was clear to everyone, even poor, blushing little Sally, that Mr. Perec, in particular, was just enjoying tongue-raping the pretty child. It was just as clear to all concerned that the six little missies were all on the edge of orgasm. Before long, three of the daddies got control of their lusts, or else they came in their shorts (no one was sure), and they each managed to find a method of simultaneously tonguing, scooping and sucking that managed to extract the little egg from their darling's tasty pussy. The three shocked little girls staggered back to the other side of the room, ready to submit to another egg forced inside them. "Oooh, oooh, mommy!" all three of the girls wailed as their mothers' tongues pushed them to the very edge of orgasm. But then they were up and waddling as fast as they could, back to daddy. A fourth girl was finally running back to her sister and just as the first girl landed back in front of daddy the last two girls, Sally and Melinda, were up and hurrying back to the other side. But only two of the leading three girls made it back to daddy to get their eggs removed! The third little girl was the victim of a randomly timed bout of energetic vibrating from the little egg tucked up inside her. The vibrating instantly pushed her over the edge into a massive orgasm. She stopped in her tracks, her knees buckled, she yanked desperately at the cuffs binding her little wrists. "Oooooooohhh! Ooooooohhh!" the poor child wailed, falling to the floor and writhing in tortured ecstasy. Until the vibrations stopped, the poor thing was clearly out of the race! Amazingly, little Sally was the next child back to the daddy side of the race, where she had to submit to more drooling, slurping probing from her first grade teacher. The man was even worse the second time. His face was smeared with Sally's juices and he was desperate to make her come hard on his wandering tongue. Two of the other girls were already up and heading back for their third eggs and Mr. Perec hadn't even tried to get hers out! "Oh please, please, Mr. Perec," Sally wailed, "please stick your tongue down in deep and take it out. Please!" And then, in her desperate attempts to force her little pussy harder onto her teacher's tongue, Sally arched her back and squeezed her bottom just right and pop! out came her little egg, right into Mr. Perec's mouth. She jumped from the little bench even as Mr. Perec choked and then spit the egg into the little bowl. Sally saw that she was still in third place! As Sally raced across the floor towards her mother she saw a miracle. One of the two little girls ahead of her, the one working with her sister, was in trouble! Her sister had misjudged how slippery the little girl's cunt had become as she was sent into orgasm by daddy's long, sharp tongue. In a hurry, the sister had let the little egg slide up through the child's pussy lips and pop out the top, where it fell to the floor. Now the sister was desperately trying to dive under the bench to find the egg, which kept slithering away from her. There was only one girl to beat! Sally put on a burst of speed. The other girl's mother was also having trouble with the swollen, slippery lips of her daughter's orgasmic pussy. So much blood had flooded to the little girl's labia that they were much harder to penetrate, and everything was so slippery! Even as Sally watched through the corner of her eye the mother was suddenly startled and sent the little egg rolling across her daughter's stomach and down to the floor. Oh! If only Sally's mommy wouldn't make the same mistake - if only she'd been paying attention. Sally's mother came through like a pro. In seconds she deftly pressed the little egg through Sally's swollen, sensitive pussy lips and gave it a good extra shove with her tongue to make sure it was secure. Sally was up and heading back to Mr. Perec in a flash. She was ahead of everyone! She was going to win! "Noooooooooo!" Sally screamed as the little egg in her pussy went off like fireworks. "Ooohhh! Oooohhh! OOOOHHHH!" The orgasm that had been so close crested over her inexperienced and confused young mind. She drowned in the wave of sensation, falling first to her knees and then to the floor. Every instinct she had told her to reach for the little egg. The forced orgasm was too great - too intense - too everything. She pulled and pulled at her little arms in desperation. She clutched her knees together involuntarily and rolled back and forth on the floor, wailing and keening with tortuous pleasure. In the end, it was Melinda who won the Egg Race. Lucky for her, her grandpa and brother both came in their pants early in the race, giving them the ability to concentrate on winning rather than just sexually tormenting the little girl. They were both a bit shame-faced as their team was declared the winners, but the five points the family won went a long way to soothing their embarrassment. Melinda's grandmother proudly took pictures of the triumphant trio and immediately posted them to her Facebook page for all her friends to marvel over. Mr. Perec, on the other hand, was livid. He couldn't believe he'd missed out on forcing pretty Sally over the edge of orgasm. How sweet she would have tasted! The Paisley Princess laughed and laughed as she wandered out of the First Grade classroom, thrilled at the success of her lovely new variation on the classic Egg Race. *** Read on to find out what happens in the Second Grade in Part 2 of the Harrowing Halloween Hikinks of the Paisley Princess! Please let me know what you thought of the Paisley Princess's crazy Halloween Festival. Feel free share to your ideas! You can email me here: ediestud69@protonmail.com
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