The Protege - Chapter 7: Berlin, Part 2 (Mg ped masturbation menstr oral voy exhib)

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Chapter 7: Berlin, Part 2

"I've never... never seen anything like that, Piper, and that interview..."

We were sitting at a cafe in the early evening, still ninety minutes or so until we were supposed to show up at someone's home to do the private event. I spoke in low, nearly desperate tones, completely off balance and out of any semblance of a comfort zone.

Piper asked, "The blood?"

"Yeah, that was the first part of it..."

"I thought it was fake."

"No... it was real. She started menstruating this morning for the first time."

Piper tried to repeat the word and failed just like the first time she'd tried.

"Menstruation. Periods. Surely, Veronica has told you about getting your period?"

Piper shook her head, "No..."

I sighed, looking around us and thankful that no one was terribly close, "When a girl starts puberty, remember, the changes we talked about? Boobs? Hair?"

"Uh-huh, I remember," Piper replied.

"Well, girls also start getting their period. It happens about every four weeks and it usually involves a few days where your body flushes out an old egg along with with blood and mucus, through your vagina, so that it can get ready for a new egg."

The look on Piper's face was probably close to the one I made when I'd seen Lena's bloody outfit the first time. "Eww!"

I shrugged, "I'm making it sound worse than it is... It's totally normal. Totally, Piper. Pretty much every girl goes through it, and it's the sign that your body is mature enough to have babies."

"But... it bleeds? Down there?"

I nodded.

"Eww!"

"Well," I tried to explain, "Lena had her first one today, and... instead of hiding it, she let it soak into her outfit, and that's why she won today. The judges loved it. Do you know if she's an inside girl?"

Piper's look of horror receded only to moderate disgust. "She must be. She won."

I nodded, "At the interview... they asked her if she would sell the outfit she wore... has anyone ever asked you that?"

The girl shook her head, "Don't think so."

"And... Lena was asked if she would take a lover. It was even suggested... that... that her father might wish to be her lover... that she would take offers... money... for someone to be her lover... Has... has anyone ever asked any of that to you?"

Piper scrunched up her face and shook her head more strongly, "No. Never. I swear!"

"Okay," I replied, "I just find all of this... beyond bizarre, Piper. Like... I should be going to the police right now. Little girls are taking lovers... and no one had a problem with a ten-year old girl freely bleeding on stage. Worse, they gave her first place for playing to their sick perversions."

"Pervastons?"

"Perversions. Odd tastes... usually sexual things."

Piper looked thoughtful a moment, "So... the period thing is sexual?"

"Some men, and women, find it arousing, I suppose. Probably had more to do with the clear sign that a little girl was now capable of having babies. Some pedophiles... men who like little girls sexually... probably thought that was the most arousing thing they'd ever seen... though, I suppose, to true pedophiles, a visually mature girl may be too old..."

The girl looked around us, then leaned close, "Do you have... odd sexual tastes?" the girl said, drawing out her words as if trying to find the right cadence.

"Apparently not," I mused quietly, "not compared to these guys."

"But," Piper whispered, "you like little girls, too, right?"

"I..." My protest failed to come out.

"You like me, right?"

I sighed, "Yes."

"So you like little girls, right? I'm a little girl..."

"I like you, Piper. Just you."

"So... you don't like little girls, uh, sexing them and stuff?"

"No... just you, and I'm trying really, really hard to stop this conversation before we start that topic again..."

"Sorry, I just wanna know, you know? I don't really get it. Not at all. What's wrong if Lena wants a lover?"

"Nothing... not really, but she's too young..."

"But," Piper replied, "she can make babies now, right? She can sex and a boy can orgasm her and she can have babies."

"Yes..."

"So why is she too young?"

"The bottom line, Piper," I said, now really trying to shut down the conversation, "is that it was implied that she would take an adult lover. We've been over this, I really don't want to talk about it again. Worse, her father was willing to be her lover. Her father!"

Piper sat back, looking a little defeated. "Sorry, Uncle Patrick. I know you don't like this stuff. I just wanna learn stuff I don't know, right? Can I ask you just one more?"

"Fine..."

"Like... okay... if she shouldn't have a lover whose a man, right?"

"Uh-huh..."

She pursed her lips thoughtfully, "Why would it mean anything if it was her dad?"

I groaned and looked away, just shaking my head and not wanting to open a conversation about incest with the girl.

- - -

The private event was being held at a house almost thirty minutes out of Berlin at a private estate surrounded by high, wrought-iron fencing and dual, imposing swinging gates where our cabbie was instructed to drop us off. We waited until the taxi departed and rang the house. A short time later, the gates opened and a three-bench golf cart arrived, the driver wearing sunglasses despite the late hour.

Piper and I rode together on one bench. I'd made her change into her t-shirt and leggings, not wanting the girl to be sexualized in such a sketchy situation. Not that the ModelLight events weren't sketchy, but so far, I'd not seen anyone approaching the models, and Piper had told me that had never happened to her. Still, we were going to some rich German's home, locked in, with complete strangers, to shoot photographs of what I was absolutely certain would be naked little girls.

I should have never agreed to the gig, not the private show, not the Berlin main event. I had already decided by the time we arrived at the front door that I would never bring Piper to another such event. I'd heard some of the adults talking about the next one being in Sydney. Not only was it a real pain to travel to Australia, but I had no desire to further expose Piper to such sexualization. Something terribly odd was going on, and the best case, I figured, was that we'd just gone into an event held by child pornographer. Worst case, I didn't even want to think about. I should have left Piper at the hotel.

But it was too late by the time the front door opened and a man in a butler's uniform silently ushered us down the hall and up the grand staircase.

We were met outside heavy dual mahogany doors by a young, dark-haired woman of perhaps twenty or so. "Name?"

"Patrick. I'm the photographer."

She nodded. She surely already knew who I was since I'd announcement my arrival at the front gates almost ten minutes earlier. Her eyes turned to Piper, "And which performer accompanies you tonight?"

I put my hand protectively on Piper's shoulder. "This is my niece, Piper. She is just here to help me do the shoot. She won't be performing."

I knew Piper would be pouting with disappointment, but I really didn't care. I just wanted to hurry up and get the hell out of there.

The woman stared at the girl for a long moment, and I swear her eyes lowered and stayed in place as if she was trying to imagine what the leggings and t-shirt hid below. "Shame," the woman said, confirming my suspicions. "The equipment is in a case just inside to the right, behind the light stands."

I nodded, nervous and shaking lightly. I took Piper's hand as the door opened in front of us. I saw no hand making it swing, and none closed it once we were inside.

The room as brightly lit as any I'd ever been inside which wasn't an operating room. There were lights on poles, on the ceiling, along the floor. One side of the room was obviously used for photography. There were at least three or four huge backdrop sets hanging on the back wall, several more on a heavy swinging arm to one side. The lights in the room focused on the set, and I could see an assortment of small chairs, benches, and even a mattress which were stacked tightly on the other side from the spare backdrops. Several large crates held unknown items in one corner.

The seating was unlike any I'd ever seen in a private home. Where others might have put folding chairs, or, perhaps, wooden ones, there were instead twenty thick, leather recliners which were in four tiered rows, the furthest back being the highest and closest to the door we'd come through.

Along one side of the room was a long black bar counter, glass bottles holding alcohol of a hundred shades were joined by decanters, bottles of wine, some chilling in ice, and several mixers and soft drinks, a bored looking young woman wiping the edge of a rocks glass behind the shiny counter.

I told Piper, "Stay right here, I'm just poking my head out." She nodded, looking more uncertain than she had earlier that night.

I opened the door, finding it that it swung easily, "Excuse me?"

The young woman turned back towards me, "Yes?"

"Listen... I'm the guy taking over for Milton... Uh... he didn't get a chance to give me the rundown of how this works before he died... Uh... Can you catch me up?"

"Sure. The guests will be in shortly and get their drinks and seats. Once all are settled, the models will take a turn on the set. You pick the backdrop and any props you want to use, but don't disturb the guests, understood? They pay small fortunes for this opportunity. If you do your job properly, they'll pay more to remember it. You'll be taking your shots from the stand at the back. Four models going out tonight. Dashante will lead off, followed by Marina, Katryn, and finally today's winner, Lena. Fifteen minutes a set. Five minutes between each. Any more questions?"

I shook my head, "How... uh... how do I get paid, exactly?"

"The hostess will seek you out before you leave and settle her account."

"Her?"

"Hmm?"

"Nothing. Thanks..."

I went back inside and waved Piper to follow me. "I could use a drink." I told the bartender.

"Name it," the woman told me.

"Whiskey sour. Double."

"Same for the model?" The tender said. It took a second or two before her words struck me.

"What?" I said in surprise.

"Whiskey sour for her?"

"No. She's ten! Orange juice, please!"

The woman shrugged. Had she really just offered a child alcohol? I grumbled when she gave me our drinks, handing the juice to Piper only after I sniffed it to make sure it was virgin.

I went back to the photography stand and found the camera case. It was a high-end, top-notch model. Better than my favorite one I used for my usual work. It had a big memory card, enough room for thousands of hi-res photographs. I tested it out on Piper, having her pose and smile on the stage while I took a few shots.

"My, my, starting early. And what a doll!" A woman called from near the set.

I looked up to see a short, older woman wrapped only in a robe, loosely tied around her waist. "She's helping me!" I called to her, "Not modeling!"

"Pity!" The woman said, "This one has... potential."

I could see Piper trying to measure the woman, uncertain whether to think the woman's compliments were indeed that. I beckoned the girl to come to me, no longer wanting her to be more than a foot from my side. I walked down and met her halfway. The woman eyed me and said, "Milton is unable to join us?"

"He died."

"Pity," the woman said, "I believe that old man enjoyed these events more than anyone. I've bought many of the shots he took over the years."

I watched her silently, slowly moving Piper behind me.

"Oh, do relax, dear boy! First times are never as bad as you fear. Not this one, any way."

"I... I need to get set up."

She eyed the photography stand. "Camera on the tripod. What else is there to do, dear boy? The models will instruct your choices on the set. Other than that, just look at the beautiful girl through the viewfinder and... shoot her."

The woman turned away and went to the bar, leaving me just a touch more unsettled than before.

- - -

I was ignored as the remainder of the twenty guests piled in a short time later, each seat filled, with only the bartender, Piper, and me in the room on our feet. About half those seated were women, most of them sixty or older. The men were equally aged. One man and two women might have been under forty. Some of the lights were lowered, those only highlighting the seats, but the remainder, those focused on the set, stayed brightly lit.

The first girl, Dashante, came into the room and I recognized the dark-skinned winner from the Tokyo event. She stood in the center of the stage, wearing only a robe. I felt the hairs on my neck stand up straight. I heard some shuffling as I took the first few photos. The bartender walked around the counter and quickly came up to me, "You're supposed to set the set!"

"Hmm?"

"Backdrop? Props? Jesus," the woman grumbled, leaving me.

I realized what she meant and told Piper to stay in place. I walked down the aisle and stepped onto the set, "Hi. I'm Patrick," I whispered to the girl. She smiled, not as nervous as she should have been given what I was fairly certain was about to happen. The girl showed no sign that she understood English.

"Hmm..."

I pawed through the backdrops, not really caring what I picked. I flipped to one which showed a beach scene, doubted any of them would look terribly realistic in my shots, and pulled it into place. It was sand and water behind it, palm trees framing the sides. I pulled down one of the crates and found a beach ball and large, colorful towel. Another crate had silly shades and some suntan lotion.

Laying the towel on the set near the backdrop, I had the girl kneel down there and handed the props, smiling and hoping she had some clue what she was supposed to do. Other than hitting a button, I had no clue what was expected next.

I returned to the camera and the girl sat still. I motioned with my hand, hoping she would start posing.

Instead, the girl stood back up, shed her robe, and tossed it aside, standing there completely naked, unashamed. She picked up the beach ball, tilted back her head, and struck her first pose.

Click. Click. Click.

I took photo after photo of the pretty girl. She hadn't hit puberty, at least not obviously so. Her breasts were small nubs over a flat chest, her genitals thin and mostly hidden by her thighs and her dark skin where the protrusions were barely visible.

She shifted, bending over, sticking her butt up at an angle.

Click. Click. Click.

Another move, she squatted down and her knees spread open. The girl picked up the suntan lotion and held her pose as if she was just about to squirt some into her hand.

Another move took her onto her back, lotion in her hand, a smear across her flat chest.

I think that's the point at which I understood that I was hooked. I wasn't just taking photographs, I was willing the girl to expose herself, to spread her legs, to bend over further, to dare to touch herself right in front of us.

For almost fifteen minutes, the girl moved from one pose to another. Despite her dark skin, the pink insides of her vulva had several times been clearly visible. I got several perfect closeups of it.

A buzzer went off and the girl stood up, smiled, set aside the props in her hand, and retrieved her robe.

I saw the bartender looking at me and I understood that it was my job to clean up the props. I did so quickly, my pulse racing. A few of the guests had gotten up to refill drinks. It was then that I realized they were all in robes. Every last one of them, men and women. The ones still sitting looked flushed, and a couple of the men had their penises exposed. One woman was idly stroking her old, hairy cunt.

They weren't just there to watch little naked girls, the guests were actively masturbating to them.

Why that shocked me, I have no idea. After what I'd already seen, it should have been expected. Obvious. Hell, almost necessary. My own cock was leaking freely from photographing the beautiful dark-skinned preteen, and she was only the first of four to go on that night.

I finished cleaning up and heard the buzzer sound again. People made their ways back to seats, and I saw more than a few robes flip open even before the next model was on.

Instead of going back to the camera and Piper, I just waited on the set.

The next girl, Marina was younger, maybe six or seven. She had beige skin, blonde pigtails, and, like the first girl, wore a robe around her body. She grinned at me and I returned the smile. I felt myself stirring already. This girl had been at the event earlier that day, and she'd worn a tight, shiny outfit which showed clearly the swollen labia between her legs, just barely obscuring the girl's slit.

I flipped through the backdrops and found one showing a romantic bedroom. The image was a bed, taken at an angle, candles lighting the scene, rose petals on the bed, the edge of a bubble bath seen in the background.

Digging through the crates, I pulled out two silk roses on stems, a small, empty box which formerly held chocolates, a toy bottle of wine, then drug over the small, thin mattress.

Once back at the camera, I cued the girl and she went into action, discarding her robe and taking to her set. Almost from the beginning, the little child's vulva was visible. At one point, she rolled onto the mattress, lower legs up, her head turned back towards the crowd, her thighs parted a few inches. I was so turned on I had to reach down and adjust my cock before it went off. I glanced down briefly to check on Piper, and the girl was staring with interest, absorbed in the little naked girl on stage. I wondered what she was thinking. Did finding out what the inside girls actually did make her more or less desirous of becoming one? I wasn't actually certain which way I hoped she'd moved.

I got several perfect close ups after the girl rolled onto her back, spread her legs, and looked longingly right at me. Or in my general direction, at least. I heard someone in the seats below grunting and realized that at least one person was orgasming to the little girl.

A woman moaned, then another. The young child's naked body was very arousing, and as one person after another began to loosen up and vocally sound their pleasure, others gave in and did the same.

By the time the buzzer had gone off, I'd heard four or five clear orgasms, from men and women, and several others who might have climaxed, as well.

Piper didn't show any sign that she knew those sounds. I still made her stay up on the photo stand, not sure yet that I wanted her to be exposed to, well, people exposing themselves. The girl gathered her robe and left through the door in the back and I gathered her props and put them away, idling pawing through the backdrops to get an idea of what was available.

The time for the third model arrived, and Katryn came in, shuffling quickly onto the set. She was older than most, if not thirteen, likely getting close. I stirred to wonder if her young breasts were yet growing, if her genitals had matured, if she might yet have taken a lover.

That made me think of the day's winner, Lena, and the questions she'd been asked. It occurred to me that the last performer was going to be Lena. I wondered, briefly, if she'd still be menstruating.

But first I had to set up for the olive-skinned teen or nearly-teen. I picked out a backdrop that appeared to be a softly lit jazz club, silvers and golds and rich browns in the background, cushioned seats, idle saxophones and guitars and drums nearby. I pulled out a recorder, the flute-like instrument that many schoolchildren learned to play, as well as a couple black and white pillows, hoping they might inspire the idea of a piano. I dragged over one of the taller stools. Nodding to the girl, I returned to my camera and signaled her to start.

She threw away the robe and I heard intakes of breaths. Two lovely, soft puffs were on her chest, her areolae dark and swollen. Her slender abdomen led down to a light patch of soft, dark curls which were left natural, covering her sex down to the vee formed by her thighs. The girl picked up the recorder, rested her buttocks against the edge of the stool, cocked one leg up, causing her ripened flesh to spread like a flower, and began the first of several poses.

Each moment passing felt like a second. I wanted to photograph this girl forever, especially when she climbed fully on the stool, put her heels on the highest rungs, knees pointed out, then scooted forward to sit on the edge. It left her perfect teen cunt opened like a ripe, purple and dark-red rose, her labia sliding opening fully and exposing the girl's wet insides. She was creamy. I could see it without the camera's zoom, but I took excellent closeups of the white cream trying to leak out of her vagina.

The girl spun around and bent forward, her ass back towards the crowd. When she did, it exposed the flesh between her buttocks, and with the bright lights in the room, the girl's dark, wrinkled anus was easily visible, a sheen of glistening sweat running down her back and right over that special hole. At least one man lost his load when he saw the girl's butthole, and I doubt he was the only one.

Far too soon, the buzzer went off and I went through the motions, really wishing I could have kept going with her. One last short break later, and it was Lena's turn.

She walked in, still glowing from her win that day. I could see on her face how happy she was, how proud she'd been to show the world her first period. I smiled at her and felt warmed when she returned it. "Uh... hello," she told me, "uh... first uh... my first..."

"First time doing this?" I asked, unsure if my question got through. "Mine too. First time take pictures," I told her, mimicking a camera.

She giggled, "Okay."

I knew just which backdrop to use. I'd already seen the perfect setting. I flipped through the screens until I got to the one I wanted, then I rolled it into place, digging through crates until I had the props I needed.

The backdrop was of a field of yellow flowers, the sort that made you think of youth and spring and blossoming things. The sort you ran through, hand-in-hand, with a young lover. Romantic and full of possibilities. Lena was blossoming, ready for a lover, and the possibilities for her were endless. I watched her smile when she saw my choice.

I sat beside her a large red picnic blanket and a small wicker basket. I took out a bright red throw pillow and sat it on the blanket. Whether Lena's flow had been stemmed or not, the vivid color would draw comparisons for those who had seen her that day, and likely for the girl herself.

I nodded and said, "Enjoy yourself," For just a breath or two, I smelled iron and fresh meat, the girl's menstrual odors starting to hit my nose. I shuddered to clear my thoughts then returned to Piper and the camera, signaling the girl to begin.

At first, Lena hesitated, leaving on her robe and looking unsure. I heard a little muttering below. But she seemed to find her courage, shucking off the robe, letting her bare, puffy chest be seen by everyone. Below, she wore a towel around her waist, and I worried at first that she was not going to fully uncover her flesh. But then she smoothed out the picnic blanket, turned around, ripped the towel from her body and laid it on top, spinning so that she was on her side, the towel right under her hip.

Down both inner thighs, red period blood had streaked and dried. It didn't glisten, suggesting it was not a fresh flow, but in the bright set lighting, in the camera's shutter, the contrast with her beige skin was striking and strong. Click. Click. Click. She turned and opened her legs, spreading slowly, more and more of her mature young flesh coming into view. I heard a woman orgasm below, then a man, then another woman. People were moaning and grunting and panting all around the girl.

Lena got on her hands and knees, a proper mounting position if I'd ever seen one. A man ejaculated so hard I caught a few drops in one of the photos I snapped after he fired it straight up in the air above him and in front of my camera's view of Lena. Her perfect young bottom parted, revealing her red and pink flesh.

She turned onto her back, throwing back her head, legs drawn, knees in the air, heels against her buttocks. I saw a trickle of fresh blood flow out of her vagina. Anyone who hadn't already lost a load lost it right then. I damn near came in my pants, and when I took a quick glance down to see what Piper thought, her face looked as flushed as I'd ever seen.

The buzzer went off, but Lena didn't stop posing, and I didn't stop shooting her. A good ten minutes after the buzzer, the door near the back opened and I saw Gunther stick his head in. Lena was on her back, one leg pulled up, the other stretched, her vulva bloody and looking ripe and ready for her first lover.

"Lena?" the man said evenly before saying something in German.

The girl slowly closed her legs, wrapped her towel over her waist, and then robed her body. I heard several people cheering her as she left. The smell of wet pussy and pungent sperm and briny sweat had become rather thick in the room, even with the strong flow of air from the blowers on both sides of the room.

I breathed for what felt like the first time in hours. "Holy shit!" I exclaimed in a whisper.

"Wow!" Piper said in reply.

There was nothing else to say in that moment. I felt so aroused that I knew the slightest touch of my cock would set me off. I saw people cleaning themselves up below, tucking away cocks and cunts behind robes, chatting with others in a relaxed manner.

One woman came up to me, easily seventy if a day, flushed and sweaty, her robe lazily closed around her. "I say, did you get the adorable final girl?"

"Oh, yes..." I replied.

"I'll be buying her full set. Full set, I say. My god, my man! Have you ever seen anything hotter? I understand her first menses began only this morning!"

"It did, I hear," I replied, almost as in awe of what I'd seen as the woman, though I was nowhere near as intoxicated.

"Amazing girl! The essence of a young woman in blossom! Yesterday, a child. Today, a woman. Oh, and to be the man who she chooses as a lover. For that, I wish I had a third leg like you lot," she said, laughing and finishing her drink, "a third leg to tempt that young delight into my bed. But alas, I will not do, I think. No, that one will take a man to her bed and no other..."

She started to veer off towards two men huddled together nearby and seemed to forget she was talking to me. I didn't feel at all offended. I, too, was having a hard time processing the last hour, but especially Lena.

A woman wearing something other than a robe approached me from near the set. She wore an elegant gown, perhaps conservative in color and style, but elegant nonetheless. I had no doubt this was the owner of the estate.

"Patrick, I am Johanna. I apologize for not welcoming you to my home earlier."

"Oh, hi. That's fine..."

"First such chance to enjoy one of these?"

"Yes... first..."

"And... your impressions?"

I looked at Piper, the girl clearly interested in my reply. "Blown away, ma'am. I don't know what to say..."

She pursed her lips in a pleased expression. "A yes, the beauty of youth, yes? We all wish to recapture our own, yet this is only ever the closest we will come, though... who is this now?" she said, looking at Piper.

"Oh, uh... my niece... Piper... she models... she was at the event today..."

Johanna bent down close to the girl, "Wonderful to meet you , Miss Piper. You are a beauty! Your uncle is a very lucky man to spend time with you, I know. You are a model?"

Piper nodded, seeming a little shy suddenly.

"And do you have interest in becoming one of our private performers?"

Before Piper could answer, I cut in, "We're still discussing it..."

"Ah," the woman said, rising back to my level, "I understand. It is scary, to expose yourself the way these brave children do. More scary to those who try to protect them."

Johanna reached into her pocket and pulled out a wad of cash, euros I thought. "Your fee for this evening, Patrick," she told me. I didn't bother counting it, not having a clue what a fair price was. My time alone, including the travel to and from, would have been a couple hundred euros, but I felt certain the woman had just handed me ten times that amount, if not more. "In there is my card. I can assume that with Milton no longer living, that you will replace him in the future?"

"I... I think so. I'm not sure. They... they haven't told me for certain," I lied, leaving myself room to realize the horror of what I'd just witnessed sometime later and change my mind about desperately wanting to keep shooting the beautiful little girls.

"Well, when you find out, you call me, yes? I'll review your photos in the morning. I'll contact your company if there are any issues. Otherwise, my thanks, and," she said, ensuring that Piper saw her glance right down at her, "I hope to see you again, my dears!"

I nodded as she left, finally setting down the camera and closing the case, unsure what else to do with it.

"Let's get out of here," I groaned, my head no longer buzzing with excitement and a strange withdrawal starting to set in. The man at the front door summoned us a cab then arranged for a cart to take us to the gates. Minutes later, we were in the taxi, Piper leaning against me, very quiet for a change, and I had no fucking clue what to think about anything that had happened that day.

- - -

At the hotel, Piper went to shower. We'd said almost nothing to each other. I lay on the bed, on my back, staring the ceiling, but seeing only Lena and the other young girls spreading themselves open for the two dozen or so people looking on, all but three of us actively masturbating to them. I couldn't stop thinking about the girls, their beautiful young bodies, hairless or mature, flat chests and puffy breasts. One menstruating without shame. Lena's blood wasn't gross to me, though I wished otherwise. Like others, it signaled to me her ability to breed, to mate, to becoming impregnated. To take a lover. Not that she needed to have had a period to know a lover.

Piper came out of the bathroom, looking very frustrated. She slid onto the bed, and for a while, I ignored her, caught in relived memories of the hours spent watching naked young girls opening their legs and showing me their private secrets.

She lay next to me, quiet. I looked over to see her face still showing frustrating. "What's on your mind?"

"Nothing, you don't want me to talk about it, Uncle Patrick..."

"I'm open to anything right now... after tonight..."

She turned towards me and said, "I tried to orgasm myself in the bathroom, but I can't get it right... I'm bad at it..."

Whatever resolve I had to avoid that moment and do anything but respond like a predator was washed away by the flashing images of Lena spreading her legs for my camera. "Want me to help?"

Piper looked at me seriously, "But you said..."

"I know... I know... But... I've changed my mind... if you really... really... want me to help..."

"I do!"

I turned towards her, my face close to hers, "I really love you, Piper. I just want you to know that."

"I love you, Uncle Patrick..."

"And I'd never do anything to you if I thought it would hurt you, you know that, right?"

"Of course I know that..."

"Because... I think you and me... maybe we can be a little closer and still be okay, you know?"

She narrowed her eyes, "What do you mean?"

"Like... I want to stop fighting myself, Piper. I want to start touching you more... I want to make you feel good, and... if you want to... I want you to make me feel good, too..."

I didn't know what I was saying. That's not true, I knew intensely what I was saying. What it was I was admitting to Piper, and to myself. I wanted to touch her pussy again, and I hoped she'd want to try touching my cock.

"Yeah, I'd like that," the girl said with a smile, "I'd like that a lot!"

"Then... I'm going to try something new with you tonight. Something I really like to do to women—girls... Though I've never done it with a girl, before... you'd be my first little girl..."

"What?"

"Take off your panties and lay back..."

She smiled broadly and did as I said. I rolled from the bed, buzzing, my cock leaking, randomly spurting cum into my briefs.

Piper's legs were shaking a little, perhaps nervousness, perhaps excitement. I drew up her nightshirt and stared at the lovely hairless slit between her legs. She watched me closely, uncertain what I was going to do. I hoped she liked what happened next.

I pulled my head down over her swollen Mons, the flesh there so soft, letting my lips hover just an inch above. I smelled her. Piper's scent, clean and fresh, but still her. I sank into her scent, breathing deeply, letting the aroma of her sex fill me before I put my lips down on her soft flesh, kissing her hairless mound, just a soft, slow press of my mouth onto her skin. I felt her shudder immediately.

I kissed again, again, moving towards the part between her groin and thigh, kissing inside there, her legs opening on their own. I ignored her vulva as I inhaled and kissed down one thigh, her light, nearly-blonde hairs there almost invisible, her flesh tightening. I could already hear her breathing grow faster.

I moved to the other thigh and kissed the sensitive flesh there, too, Piper's eyes on me, half-open, her lips in a shallow oval. She was already flushed.

I licked her Mons lightly, tasting Piper's clean, smooth flesh and lusting for more. I licked her all over the area, staying just outside her rounded labia majora which were flushing a little, swelling, as if her body knew what should happen next.

I teased along her thighs again, licking her, breathing her scent deeply. Piper sighed and I swelled in my slacks. She was so soft. So small. So lovely.

Piper's labia swelled and it caused her slit to engorge, opening a little, the thin, dark-pink minora inside slowly opening and pushing out. Her little vulva flushed as she grew aroused, as my lips passed just over her clitoris, my breath tickling her young genitals. I started to stroke her thighs with my hands, gently, ever-so-gently. Her hips were already beginning to roll, just a little, just enough to tell me she was ready for more.

I dragged my tongue slowly along her slit and moaned with lust, "Uhnnnnnnnn." I did it again. Again. Again. Piper's pussy opened up more, lips parting and I could see the wetness inside. She'd become aroused, both by her own hand and my lips and tongue. I was in love. In lust. So fucking turned on, and still, I needed more.

I pushed my tongue into Piper's slender, swollen folds and tasted her then. Really tasted her. Piper's essence. Her most personal essence. Her pussy was clean, a hint of honey and roses and rich, gentle earthiness. "Uhnnnnnn..." I purred against her hairless cunt. She spread further, opening, her vagina moving forward as it sought my touch, the small crescent of her hymen just a bare sliver in front. I doubted she'd even feel it if I slid inside.

I wouldn't get that far that night, not even considering it. No, I wanted to consume Piper. To taste her on my tongue. I probed deeper, drawing out her wetness, savoring the pungent cream, then diving down again, again. Piper began to sigh louder, breathing deep and quick, her eyes never leaving my face.

My tongue moved up, slick with the ten-year old's cream, and I teased out the hard flesh at the top of her slit. Piper's back arched and her hips rose to move towards the contact. She moaned, "Ohhhh..." I circled the child's clit gently but with a deliberate rhythm, ducking my tongue down every few passes to taste her pussy and draw out the wetness there, returning my attention to her swollen womanhood. Piper was about to cum. I could feel it. I wanted nothing else in the whole wide world and all I had to do was give it to her.

I swirled my tongue, wet with her slickness, around Piper's clit, the flesh swollen and straining. She tensed, flaring her thighs, rocking her hips up and down. I found her rhythm and matched it with careful movements of my slippery tongue. Her soft flesh rolled across my lips and I breathed in her scent just as Piper started to climax.

"Ohhh... Ohhh... Ohhhh..." Her eyes finally closed, tight, brow drawn down as she tensed and exploded, her little body shuddering against me, shuddering, rolling. I let my face become a bobbing beach ball on the ocean, Piper's body moving it as it needed, as it desired. My tongue held out, the girl rolled her hips and caused her clit to swipe around my tongue, her labia rubbing against my mouth and chin as she came.

I felt her jerk, shudder tightly, and then let out a long sigh, followed by more shuddering, the girl trembling under me. I gently lapped up the slippery cream sliding from her vagina and let it rest on my tongue, savoring it, savoring Piper. I had part of her inside me right then, and I hoped I never was without her again.

I looked up to see her watching me again, her face rosy and flushed, sweat on her brow. "Ohhh..." she sighed, "You orgasmed me... You orgasmed me..."

I smiled and blinked, letting the cream on my tongue slowly drift down my throat, only swallowing to pass it into my stomach and not my lungs. Piper tasted delicious, but I was then lusting for a different set of lips.

I pulled myself up to Piper and took her head in my hands, staring into her eyes, "I love you so much."

She smiled, excited, relaxed, "I love you!"

I brought my lips to hers and felt her press out. I held there just a moment, letting that contact send sparks of desire and arousal and love through my body. Then I let my lips drift apart, tentatively pushing against Piper's mouth, asking for permission to penetrate her there.

The girl seemed to understand, somehow, and I melted into her, my tongue passing through her lips and finding her tongue already moving in her mouth. "Mmmmmm..." we moaned in unison.

I knew Piper was tasting herself, tasting her cream, on my tongue, and I shivered to know what a special thing that was to share with her. I've tasted you, I was telling her. I've tasted you down there and I will forever worship what I found.

I was so close to cumming that I almost came with my cock in my slacks, pushed against the mattress, while we kissed. Piper wrapped her arms around me and that almost did it again. But I desperately wanted her touch on me. I wanted her to see how much she turned me on. How much I loved being with her.

I rolled to my side and unzipped my pants. Breaking our kiss, I whispered, "I'm so close, Piper... I just want you to hold me so I can orgasm... Will you hold it for me?"

"Yes," the girl's sweet voice filled my ears. "Oh, gosh, yes!"

Carefully, like handling a loaded gun, I pulled out my cock, precum smeared all around the tip. I pushed my hips close to Piper, letting my penis come to rest on her stomach. I twitched and a thin jet spurted out, splashing a few drops onto her skin.

"Just hold me... I'm so close," I told her. Her hand in mine, I guided Piper's fingers down, down, the girl gently wrapping her hand around my straining penis. She held it carefully, the head of my cock now pressed against her waist. I jumped slightly, feeling my cum surging up, the tip of my penis freely streaming thin juices onto Piper's body.

I pressed my lips to hers again, slid my tongue into her mouth, groaned a long, guttural, pleasure-filled moan, and ejaculated all over Piper's stomach and hips.

I don't recall much of it. I was consumed by it. Wholly. Pleasure. Pure pleasure. I don't remember spurting. I don't remember shuddering or thrusting. I only remember how I felt so lost in Piper as I came. I don't know that I've ever felt anything more powerful in my life. I emptied my load onto her body while we kissed, moaning the whole time, never pausing to worry about anything but those wonderful, small fingers around my cock, the sweet mouth on mine, Piper's flavorful essence on my tongue. God, I felt so powerful and full of love in that moment.

Sometime later, I felt Piper draw back her hand and I opened my eyes, looking down. Piper's fingers were sticky with cum. Her stomach held pools of thick semen all over which shuddered as she breathed. Her navel was full of it. More had splashed on her inner thigh, some rolling down over her Mons, down over her pussy. I stared a long time in awe at what I saw. I'd almost covered the ten-year old with my ejaculate, my seed drying on her young, smooth skin, and instead of being grossed out or scared or angry, Piper whispered to me in the sweetest voice, "I really like orgasming you, Uncle Patrick..."