Ginny looked terrible. Well, no, Ginny looked lovely. A young woman in her early mid-twenties - lush brown hair, centre-parted, falling around her shoulders in gentle waves - an open face with wide trusting dark eyes, clean, simple, unaffected. She radiated a natural lusty beauty and joie de vie ... or, at least, I'm sure she would have done if she hadn't looked so shitty.
I felt a bit embarrassed as Rita led me into the bedroom to meet her mum. And I'm sure that if she had any blood in her pale cheeks, Ginny would have blushed too. But as it was, she could barely lift her head off the pillow. Her blood-rimmed eyes struggled to adjust to the light streaming through the open door behind us.
"Hello" I ventured, "I'm a teacher at Rita's new school. She was a bit lost so I offered to run her home and she insisted I say hello. I didn't realise you weren't well."
Ginny tried to reply, but began to cough instead. A nasty, phlegm-laden deep chesty cough that you just knew hurt like hell. Ginny sank back on the pillow, defeated.
She was ill. Really ill.
I knelt beside her, placed a hand on her forehead and asked if she'd seen a doctor. She shuck her head. I got my phone and dialled, ignoring her protests. OK, in the back of my mind there may have been a thought that playing the Good Samaritan would allow me to get to Rita more easily. But honestly, I'm not that calculating. I couldn't leave Rita in charge of such a sick mummy (you just sort of knew there was no dad around).
With slightly distressing ease, I slipped into teacher mode and started bossing people about: Ginny to lie still and rest. Rita to help me clearing the place up before the doctor arrived. It needed some clearing. We did the kitchen, living room, bathroom and bedroom. That was it. The whole flat was just four smallish rooms, in a fairly crummy neighbourhood. Rita obviously had to sleep with her mum.
I don't like to make snap judgements of people, but for a nice looking - almost wholesome girl, Ginny had obviously fucked-up somewhere. Then it occurred to me. If Ginny was as old as she looked, she must have had Rita when still a schoolgirl.
Together we swept through the place, including bullying Ginny out of bed for a minute while we changed the sheets and pillowcases. Ginny collapsed into an armchair, the light blue tee-shirt I saw she had on in bed being the only thing she had on. It only reached to the top of her bottom. Though her build leaned to the strong side (no itsy-bitsy waist on her), her bum was firm and cute, and her pussy was modest: it rounded down between her legs without a pronounced mound, and her dark fuzzy pubic hair was tamed into a small rectangular strip of bush. She didn't blush at exposing herself to a stranger or her daughter; perhaps she was past caring.
A rather nasty older woman appeared at the front door, pushing a sweet young girl through it. While Rita's tomboyish looks must have come from her father, as this little poppsy was obviously her mummy's baby. You could see it in the face so clearly.
The woman briskly demanded to know why Hannah hadn't been collected, and demanded her childminding money. I paid the money, hold her Ginny was very sick, and with some satisfaction closed the door in her charmless face.
Hannah ran to her mummy, and snuggled up on the bed next to her. Her golden blonde hair running into her mum's as she laid her head on her mum small pert chest. Ginny visibly perked up at her youngest arrival.
By the time the doctor had been and gone, and the pizza delivery woman had turned up (I had to order, there was no food in the place), it was time for Hannah to settle. I took her to the bathroom - what a little doll. A tall five (or short six - I wasn't sure), a slim girlish bendy body, tiny pink marks where her nipples would one day grow, shoulder blades that stuck-out against the hollow of her back. Golden-blonde hair, not unlike mine in colour, but much wavier. A little botty that screamed out for a playful smack to wobble those impossibly smooth cheeks. Bald girlie pussy lips with a slight red-slit peeking out between, showing nothing of the intricacies of a woman's pussy in its simple bland smoothness. Hannah was a girlie girl, a little princess, who hugged me as I undressed her for no reason except I was showing kindness and tenderness, and she responded with open love.
Of course, with Rita helping me and Ginny being next door - and there being no door on the bathroom - I couldn't "do" anything - not that it really occurred to me. To my mind angels of innocence are best treasured as just that. The start of puberty is Nature's way of saying: here are sex organs, come and play on them! Still, Hannah was a little beauty.
As Rita washed Hannah's wet gleaming body with a soapy sponge, and Hannah giggled with a shill at the tickles, I dropped my knickers to my ankles, perched a little uncomfortably on the toilet, and peed in full sight of Hannah and Rita, and in clear earshot of Ginny just round the corner. But I found I could hiss a full bladder without embarrassment as everyone took it as a fairly normal thing to do.
I lay a squeaky clean Hannah in her beanie bare nightdress down beside her mum, and took Rita to the living room, saying I'd stay till it was time for her bed.
After her homework, Rita snuggled up beside me on the sofa, while the ever-yummy Buffy high kicked her way through a slew of vampires on the telly. I dragged my eyes off Ms Gellar and Ms Hannigan (I have a slight thing for Willow) and looked down at Rita's bright face looking up at me with such devotion. I bent forward and we kissed. YES! I screamed inside ... and quietly mapped happy weeks of a flowering relationship with this darling child as our tongues danced happily between hot hungry mouths.
I lead her small hand to nestle between my legs, slid the seat of my panties to one side, and flinched as young girlie fingers touched me so privately. I had to place a finger in my mouth to gag the moans burning up from my pussy. Rita knew how to toy with a woman. Her tiny bony fingers traced delicate figure eights up and down the valley of my dry cunt slit. She took her fingers away for a moment, licked them carefully between her rosebud lips, and returned the moistened digits to continue the torture. Gingerly she pushed a searching finger inside my vagina. Flushed with sexual energy I tried to grip it with my pussy muscles, tried to drag it inside. But teasingly, it was too thin, too slender. She withdrew it, and then pushed it and a friend back inside. And withdrew it, and then entered me with three small fingers. Whimpering moans leaked from my mouth even as I bit my finger, and I pushed my face into pillow of the settee to try and stop betraying my wanton lust to Rita's dozing mother just a few feet away next door.
My heart thumped adrenalin lumps of blood through my heaving body as Rita softly finger fucked her favourite schoolteacher. I could feel myself moisten. I could feel my pussy lips puff and open. I could feel my clit stiffen. I wanted to beg Rita to touch it, beg her to get on her knees and lick it, beg her to eat me completely. But I daren't make a sound, and had to lie quivering, as Rita's tender fingers sailed around my womanhood, touching and retouching every soft and sensitive part of me. I couldn't help quivering. I couldn't help feeling my orgasm threaten to break over me. Couldn't help drowning in this young girl's soft touch. Rita moved her wet fingers out of my cunt and traced little circles up to my clitoris. It was too much. I came. Great shuddering, back stiffening, violent waves of cum shaking my body and trying to burst out of my chest. Rita clung on to me tight as I rode my cum. Hung on as her lover lost herself in desire. And when I'd stopped - she stayed snuggled against me, the palm of her hand pressed softly against my burning pussy.
Some days are harder to concentrate on than others. The next day was hell. I spent most of my non-teaching time in the toilet, hoping - willing Rita to appear. She didn't. At the end of the day, with heavy heart I took a pile of much neglected marking to the car. And then there she was. Prim and neat and beautiful in her callow fresh face and dizzying smile. A little Miss stood patiently by my car.
I was seized with the urge to toss the marking into a hedge, drag my little popsy into the backseat of the car, drive off at speed to the nearest lonely lane, and ravish her totally. Instead I said, "Hello Rita, can I give you a lift home today?" in as casual manner as I could project.
"Please, Miss van Haanken. Thank you."
We opened the front door to sound of humping. Loud, coarse, "OH FUCK YEAH, DO IT ... YES YES YES ... DO IT HARD" fuck-talk. It was like walking into the sound track of a porno movie. For a moment I wondered if a dirty video was on ... but then the big shinny red executive car parked outside slotted into place. Gina was a working girl.
Rita took my hand and led me into the kitchen, unphased by her mother's whore language and the guttural URGH URGH URGH of some bloke fucking her. She started making a pot of tea. "It wont be long," she observed in passing. Sure enough, Gina's amateur dramatics slut mouth and the deep grinding grunts of the Punter rose to a peak ... and then silence fell like the canvas of a tent when the pole is snatched out.
A large man appeared for a moment at the kitchen door, still adjusting his dress. He smiled weakly at us and left. Gina, a silk dressing gown draped loosely round her naked body, appeared a moment later ... and blushed.
Her face burning crimson she meekly said, "oh", and stood, as if condemned, her eyes dropped to the floor. I said nothing.
Rita took her mum a cup of tea. Gina thank you darlinged her daughter with a slight ruffle of the hair. She went to the living room. We followed.
Gina sat on the soft, legs tugged up under her, a defensive little ball. Rita plonked herself next to her mum and snuggled up. I sat uncomfortably on a chair, trying hard not to seem the prim middle class teacher.
"You must think I'm terrible," Gina said softly.
"Actually" a touch of crossness snapping in my voice, "I think you very stupid. How much money did you just make, £100-£120 for an incall? I doubt much more, you and this place aren't exactly high class."
"But ..."
"Don't but me. You could make £250 a go if you organised yourself properly. Double or treble that if you let your girls help out!"
Whoops! I hadn't meant to say that ... and the suggestion of pedo prostitution hung heavy in the air for a long moment. Gina looked at me with wide eyes. I matched her stare, trying not to ashamed. Then Rita broke the silence.
"I'd help mummy"
Robert looked slightly uncomfortable having an audience. Gina and I sat in the armchair in Gina's bedroom, Gina perched on my lap. He gave Gina the £400 in notes. Gina counted it and nodded. Rita and Hannah sat on the bed, both naked. Robert slowly removed his clothes. A big 6' 2" guy, he dwarfed the girls. For a moment he stood with his just underwear on. His stiff bulge barely constrained. Then he scooted them off, and his erect cock snaked and straightened out before us. He lay down carefully between the girls, and they started work just as there mum had told them. Rita covered her hands in baby oil, passed the bottle to her sister, and then began slowly working her hands over the wide expanse of Robert's chest and shoulders. She had to nearly climb on top of him to reach right across, her little boobs hanging like jelly apples under her chest. Robert raised a hand and softly yielded Rita's breast between his thumb and fingers. Hannah had started at the other end, smearing her oily tiny fingers between Robert's toes. Robert moaned quietly and titled his head towards Gina and me, deploying his best happy-chappy smile. My brother-in-law doesn't usually go for such young girls and was a little worried that they'd be able to provide a sensuous experience. But I'd persuaded him - with a little oral help - to do this trial for us.
He'd accepted grudgingly the only conditions. That he could not take little Hannah's virginity - that would command a much higher price, and that we had to be there to protect the girls. (Actually I didn't want to be, but Gina insisted she wouldn't be strong enough to stop a guy from raping her girls - not that we were worried about Robert, but this was a full trial run.)
Robert traced his hand along Rita's slender naked form, bushing lightly against the goose bumped skin. I felt a pang of jealousy that had me snaking my hands around Gina's waist and hugging her into me as we both watched him defile her daughters.
"Slowly Hannah, slowly ... like you're stroking a beautiful cat" Gina guided, as her littlest girl drove her tiny fingers up through the forest of dark hairs that matted his lower leg.
Rita's hands wondered across Robert's firm stomach, rippling over his muscles. Playfully she poked his bellybutton. Robert lightly slapped her botty, which was poised high in the air.
Between my encircling arms, I could feel Gina's chest rise and fall.
Rita reached Robert's cock first, as Hannah still ran her hands up and down his inner thighs. Standing flagpole high, it jerked to her light touch and jumped form her fingers. She took hold of it again, more firmly this time, and drew down the foreskin to reveal the hard purple head throbbing hungrily for her touch.
I felt Gina gasp, and I too felt a tang as a witnessed from afar the sexual skill of this young girl.
With lightly slippy oily hands, Rita stroked Robert's cock, up and down, up and down, pumping away, with a fixed stare of intense concentration. Her face read, "I am the slave to this cock - I will serve it totally". It was very erotic. I'd only thought of Rita in terms of my own needs and desires. I'd never pictured her servicing a man. And now here she was - as committed a sex toy as she was to me - and it was fucking horny.
In comparison, Hannah's six-year-old concentration looked slightly comical. Her fingers had "gently darling'ed" her victim as her hands had reached Robert's large balls. And now she rubbed and kneaded them as if they were made of glass. Her hands reached up the stem of Robert's cock and met with her big sister's coming down. Altogether, four small hands rubbed over Robert's now aching genitals.
"Don't forget what I told you" Gina coached from the side. Her voice dry and breathless.
It was Hannah who went down on Robert first. Her gapping six-year-old mouth only just fitting over the budging head of Robert's huge cock. Robert gasped. Gina gasped. I gasped. Rita smiled at her sister and continued to wank the long stem of Robert's cock. Gina and I had seen Hannah practice on one of Gina's dildos, and that had been a turn on enough. Gina had sunk her face into her six-year-old daughter's bald pussy and slipped her tongue into Hannah's little red slit at just the sight of it. But now, with a real massive cock standing up into such a little face - it was almost too much to bear.
I slipped one hand under Gina's sweater and let in softly cluster Gina's small titties in my wondering fingers. I sent my over hand snaking down into Gina's crotch, attempting to find her bud, but finding a hand already slowly stroking there.
After a couple of dozen little sucks on Robert's cock, Hannah raised her head ... a thick dribble of spit roping her mouth to the tip of Robert's cock. Hannah wiped the spit away with the back of hand - as if some thirst had just been satisfied. And as six-year-old Hannah came off Robert, so twelve-year-old Rita's wide-open mouth replaced it. Rita confidently slips her mouth fully half way down Robert's 8" cock. You could see her cheeks fill out as she went down on him. Robert hollowed his back and thrust his hips up to meet this new assault on his cock.
Having slid down slowly, Rita raised her head sharply and began to bob up and down Robert's cock quickly, repeatedly stabbing her face with his erection, working hard with her neck and shoulder muscles to eat his meat. It was a determined performance. She was bringing him off quickly. She was taking no prisoners. He was her hostage. He would perform to her command. And he did. Erupting his thick heavy load into the young girl's mouth, spurting uncontrollably as she continued to gobble his off. Gagging with spunk she slipped her head off his. Three tall spurts shot up as girlie hands continued to rub him hard. Three long lines of spunk dressed Rita's face in rapid succession, the creamyness of Robert's jism running rivers between the pale pink freckles dotting Rita's tomboyish face.
"Remember to taste it too Hanny-darling" her mother whispered form the sideline. Hannah obediantly tipped her head down over Robert's cockhead and carefully explored the seminal fluid flowing down Robert's slightly softened cock. She was a model of diligence. Licking all over the head, and then down and round the shaft. Then turning her attention to her own messy icky fingers - licking each in turn.
Robert sat up on the bed, a bit dizzy, puffying the pillows up behind him. Resting and getting comfy to watch the rest of his money being spent.
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