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Please note: All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in this story, some of which are dangerous or illegal.

Please keep in mind the difference between fantasy and reality. *******************************

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Be sure to read Chapter One first so you know what's going on.

The school day was almost over. Claire was glad. The class had spent most of the afternoon on boring math and grammar exercises. Now there was only fifteen more minutes of tedium before the bell would ring. Even Mr. Harrison seemed bored today, his eyes often wandering to the windows which framed a perfectly cloudless day.

"Mr. Harrison!" It was Shannon, the teacher's pet. Claire glanced at her friend Amy, sitting two rows over, and rolled her eyes. Shannon was waving her hand furiously in the air. "Mr. Harrison! Andrea isn't wearing her plug! She took it out!"

The interest of the entire class was piqued by this allegation and a brief commotion spread across the room. "Tattletale!" Andrea blurted out angrily at Shannon. Claire felt sorry for Andrea, a bespectacled blond girl who was quite shy. When everyone was playing games during recess, Andrea usually had her nose in a book. It was no secret that Andrea had no interest in the sexual activities in which everyone else participated. Claire understood. She herself hated gym class and was completely indifferent to playing ball games or running races. Andrea, on the other hand, simply was not interested in giving oral sex or having orgasms.

"All right, class, let's settle down," said Mr. Harrison. "Get back to your worksheets, we still have ten minutes before the bell rings. Andrea, can you come here please?"

Claire looked down at the half-finished worksheet on her desk but her eyes were surreptitiously watching as Andrea reluctantly got up and walked to the teacher's desk. The rest of the class was watching with great interest too, of course. Like any schoolroom, drama among classmates always proved to be irresistibly intriguing.

Mr. Harrison reached behind to Andrea's bare bum and probed between her cheeks with a finger. His face turned to an expression of disapproval. "Andrea, we've been through this before," he said softly. He was still speaking loud enough for Claire and the rest of the class to hear however. "You need to wear your plug. Your mom even asked me to make sure you wear it all day. Why aren't you?"

"I didn't want to," Andrea said, looking at the ground. "It was bothering me."

"I'm sorry, Andrea, but your parents told me this is not acceptable. You'll have to be punished. Come here, please." Mr. Harrison lifted Andrea onto his desk and had her lie down on her back. He opened a desk drawer and pulled something out. Even though Claire couldn't see, she knew it was the drawer where he kept his lubricant. Andrea had her legs spread wide as she laid on his desk, Claire could tell by her expression that Mr. Harrison had a slid a finger inside her anal opening.

"Let's get back to work class," Mr. Harrison said sternly. The children studiously turned back to their schoolwork, if only for a second. Hoping to soothe the uncomfortably writhing seven year old girl on his desk, Mr. Harrison moved his lips to her bare slit spread open enticingly before him. Andrea turned bright red as her teacher began performing oral sex on her, his finger still gently working in and out of her tight bottom. The little girl was clearly distraught but her hips were now jerking in little involuntary tingles of embarrassed pleasure.

Claire was so mesmerized by the activity happening on the teacher's desk that she didn't even notice the clock's hands swooping down to the time she had so agonizingly waited for. The bell rang, startling her from her reverie. She carefully put away her schoolwork in a folder.

Mr. Harrison lifted his face from between Andrea's legs. "Goodbye everyone! See you tomorrow!" There was a tremendous rustle of backpack zippers and youthful chatter as school let out for the day. Claire waited in the hallway for Amy.

"Poor Andrea," said Amy as they began walking home.

"I know," Claire replied. "She's so shy. I don't see why Shannon has to be such a tattletale all the time."

"She likes being mean," Amy muttered with great distaste. "Oh well. What are you doing now? Want to go to the park with me?"

"I can’t. I'm going to town to meet my mom," said Claire. "We're going grocery shopping.”

“All right,” Amy shrugged. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Bye!” Claire headed for the relaxation parlor where her mom told her to come meet her. The relaxation parlor was simply that: a place to go relax. The clientele was largely female, most often women over thirty years of age. Trained masseuse therapists worked there although they certainly were skilled in more than just massage techniques. During the day, women would stop by a relaxation parlor to rest and enjoy themselves. The masseuses were mostly male although some women preferred female attentions.

Claire found the parlor her mother liked to frequent. A receptionist glanced up and smiled at her when entered. The little girl continued down a hallway. On either side of the hall were glass sliding doors that housed the parlor rooms. Each room had a full size bed and massage table, as well as a small bathroom. A curtain offered privacy if desired but, more often than not, the curtains were left open and the glass doors hid nothing to passers-by.

Claire glanced into the parlor rooms she passed. The first room appeared ordinary enough with a man giving a woman a massage as she lay on the table. In the second room, a man and woman were having sex. Two women were in the third room, one woman lay on the table as the other's face was buried deep within her spread legs that were thrust into the air. Their sliding door wasn't fully shut and Claire could hear the soft moaning that emanated from the room.

The fourth parlor room's door was not closed at all, meaning it was one of the learning rooms. Since so many sexually mature and experienced women frequented the relaxation parlor, many boys, particularly teenagers, often came to practice and improve their technique. It was a win-win situation for both parties since the younger boys could learn about sex and the older women could enjoy their teenage stamina.

Claire peeked in. There was a teenage boy she didn't recognize and an older woman, probably in her late 30s. They were having sex on the bed. "That's good, Kyle," the woman said. "Move your hips in a smooth motion, that's right. Pull out completely. And then... no, be careful not to change the angle too much. Thrust in again. Good. Try it again."

Claire watched with great interest. The woman was apparently showing the teenager how to pull completely out of her vagina before penetrating her again, all without touching his penis. The seven year old girl observed as Kyle carefully moved his hips, trying to plunge back into the woman's waiting vagina without help. She couldn't help but giggle quietly to herself when he would miss, his penis thrusting too high or too low.

The next room was also a learning room. Another teenage boy was having sex with a woman, doggy-style this time. The boy was thrusting deep and fast into her, doing a good job apparently because Claire could see the woman's fists balling up the sheets. "Good Sam," the woman breathed, "very good. Remember though, it's about control. When you feel your orgasm approaching, slow down and stop. Breathe deeply... regain control of yourself..." The boy followed her instructions. Claire had heard of this before, the woman was teaching him prolonging techniques. Teenage boys in particular usually came too fast but practice would help them get better.

Claire found her mom in the last room. Her mother was lying on the bed and a young boy, probably younger than Claire, was crouched between her legs. As he performed oral sex on her mother, a trio of other boys stood by the bed, watching. Claire slipped into the room.

"That's very good, Andrew," her mother was saying. "That's right, lick right there. Boys, what's that called? The thing he's licking?"

"The clitoris," the group of boys beside the bed spoke in unison. Claire sat down quietly in a chair off to the side of the bed but no one paid any attention to her. The boys her mother were teaching appeared to be about four or five years old. Claire noticed how the little boy licking her mom had tiny little erection that was no bigger than her little finger.

"All right, Andrew," her mother spoke, "you've been licking a long time. Why not vary it a little? Good, that's right. Use your lips. Little kisses are good." Her mom shivered and gasped in surprise as the little boy nuzzled between her legs. "Very good, Andrew!"

The room was silent for a moment as the little boy diligently performed on the older woman. Her mom finally noticed her. "Boys, I have to go soon," she said. "We better wrap it up.” The boy between her legs withdrew and sat back on his heels.

“Now I know you all have very busy moms,” she addressed them. “But I want you to find some time to practice with them. Or anyone, really. It could be your neighbor, your babysitter, even your sister. Okay boys?”

They nodded. Claire’s mom smiled at them. Claire took her hand as they exited the relaxation parlor. “Did you have a good day at school?” her mom asked.

“It was okay, I guess,” said Claire. “It was sort of boring.”

“Did you rehearse the play at school today? Isn’t it next week?”

“No, we didn’t have rehearsals today. But Mr. Harrison said to remind you that my Community Service starts again in two weeks.”

“Oh my,” her mom said. They reached Main Street and headed south toward the open air market located near the beach. “Has it been three months already? I thought you just got done with Community Service.”

“I hope I get to work with the patients this time,” commented Claire. “I don’t like working in the Clean Room.”

“We’ll see honey,” replied her mom. As they neared the market, she checked her purse to make sure she had brought enough money. “But it’s important for you to do lots of different things and get different experience.”

It was a busy day at the market. There were over three dozen stalls set up, each with a protective vinyl roof to provide some shade from the hot sun. Underneath, vendors sold a variety of fruits and vegetables, as well as specialty gourmet products. There were even vendors selling roasted corn and hot dogs to be enjoyed on the spot.

“Mom, can I go get a honey stick?” Claire asked, tugging at her purse.

“Yes, go ahead dear,” replied her mother. “Come meet me at the vegetable stand when you’re done, okay?”

Claire eagerly struck out on her own in the crowded marketplace. Taking advantage of her small stature, the little girl squeezed past a woman clutching a fussy baby. Twisting and turning, she maneuvered her little naked body past other equally naked people. One man’s hairy potbelly tickled her cheeks, causing her to wrinkle her nose. Wedging her way through a group of young boys, her hand accidentally brushed someone’s little erect penis.

“Oops, sorry,” Claire said over her shoulder, not stopping. She was faced with a row of blank faces and realized she had no idea which of them she had brushed against. Pressing on, Claire suddenly found herself at a stand-still behind a man with an enormous bottom.

“Excuse me,” Claire said politely. But the ruckus of the market drowned her out and the tall man who too far away to hear her. She reached out and tried to tap his shoulder. He turned swiftly, and the little girl was almost smacked in the face by his erection.

“Oops!” Claire said again. His hard penis, sticking straight out from his body, blocked her path so Claire carefully moved it out of the way and ducked past him. She continued on and finally located the honey vendor’s stall in space 22. Jars upon jars of amber honey in varying shades were carefully stacked on a table. An adult was finishing a transaction so Claire patiently waited for him to finish.

“Who’s next?” the vendor asked. Claire had visited him several times before but had never learned his name. He was a large man with a great, graying beard that made him look quite grizzly. His big belly shook when he spoke, sagging so low that it almost obscured the dangling tube of flesh and coarse patch of hair between his legs.

“Hello sir,” Claire stepped forward. “May I have a honey stick?”

“Well,” the man said stroking his beard. “What’s in it for me?”

By way of answer, Claire approached the chair where he sat, turned, bent slightly at the waist, and spread her bum with her hands. The man laughed. It was a ritual they both had done several times. He leaned forward and Claire felt his wet tongue rimming her anus. She was always astonished by how far he could stick out his tongue. It slithered in and out of her several times before he withdrew his face from her bum.

“All right,” the man said gruffly. “You talked me into it. What flavor do you want?”

“Strawberry, please.”

Claire took her free honey stick. As she paused to bite it open, a young boy moved past her and requested a honey stick. Claire watched as the boy repeated the ritual she had just done, turning and spreading his cheeks for the honey man. Sucking hard on the honey stick, she savored the sweet taste as the nectar spread across her tongue. She watched him rim out the boy for a moment before going to find her mother.

The little girl went to the vegetable stand as her mom had instructed but Claire didn’t see her there. The woman who ran the stand, Mrs. Thomas, was a friend of the family. She was sitting behind her trays of tomatoes and eggplants with a boy in her lap, fondling his tiny erection.

“Hi Mrs. Thomas,” said Claire. “Have you seen my mother?”

“Oh, hello Claire,” Mrs. Thomas said. “Yes, she said she was going to buy some olives next. I bet you’ll find her there.”

“Thank you,” Claire said politely.

“By the way,” the woman said, “have you met my nephew Evan? He just turned six last week. I bet he’d love to come play with a pretty girl like you, right Evan?”

The two children smiled at each other. “Of course, Mrs. Thomas.”

“I’ll call your mother about it,” Mrs. Thomas called as Claire left. She waved. After squeezing through the crowd again, she arrived at the olive vendor’s stall where she found her mom bent over a table. The olive man stood behind her, vigorously pumping in and out of her.

“Hello Claire,” her mom said, slightly out of breath. “Did you get your honey stick? Did Mrs. Thomas tell you where to find me?”

Claire nodded.

“I hope… I hope you don’t mind waiting… a minute. The man who sells olives said I could…. I could get a discount if I had sex with him.” The man didn’t stop as her mom spoke so her words were punctuated with odd stops and starts.

“That’s okay,” Claire said. “I can wait.”

“This is your daughter?” the olive man spoke. “She is quite beautiful. Such a lovely little mouth.”

“What is… what is it worth to you,” Claire’s mom grunted, “if you could… (ahh) experience that mouth?”

The olive man stopped thrusting to consider. “I would give you an additional 25% off your olives today,” he proposed.

“Honey,” she addressed her daughter,” you wouldn’t mind doing something with your mouth for this man, would you?”

“Okay,” Claire agreed. The olive man laughed and pulled out of her mom, slapping her ass. Claire knelt as her mom took a moment to compose herself. The olive man’s penis was thick and long, Claire could tell why her mom was so flushed. He still glistened with her juices but Claire didn’t mind. She had tasted her mom on another man before.

“Claire,” her mom said, “I’m going to finish shopping okay? Why don’t we meet in front of the popcorn wagon?”

“All right.” Claire opened her mouth wide and engulfed as much as she could. It wasn’t much so she used her hands to stroke the remainder of the thick shaft outside her lips.

“Mmm,” the olive man sighed appreciatively. “Your daughter is very talented for a girl her age,” he told Claire’s mom. She smiled proudly and patted her daughter’s head before leaving to continue shopping.

Claire orally pleasured the olive man for several minutes. Just as her jaws began to ache, she heard him moan softly, his grip on her head tightening. His penis erupted in her mouth in such great quantity that the seven year old couldn’t swallow fast enough. His semen spilled from her mouth and dribbled down her chin.

When it was over, the man moved to his chair and sat with weak knees. “Very nice,” he said, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He reached into his cash box and handed Claire a bill. “For your mother,” he told her. “25% off as we agreed.”

“Thank you,” Claire said, taking the bill.

“I’m sorry I do not have a tissue for you,” he said, indicating the trails of semen on her chin that were now dripping onto her bare chest.

“It’s okay,” she told him, turning to leave.

“Thank you!” he called after her. “And thanks to your mother too!”

Claire winded through the thinning crowd. The people who saw her messy chin and chest smiled at her. Claire smiled back sweetly. She spied her mom waiting near the popcorn wagon as planned.

“Hi sweetie,” her mom called, waving. “Look at you! You must have finished your job. Did it take long?”

“No,” Claire said. Remembering the money clutched in her hand, she handed the bill to her mother. “It didn’t take long at all. He must have really liked you!”

Laughing, her mom pulled some tissues from her purse. She got down on one knee and began wiping off Claire. It took several tissues for her to clean up the mess . Claire stood patiently as her mom worked but something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye.

"Mom," Claire asked, "can I have a quarter to ride the little merry-go-round?"

Her mom stood up, tossing the crumpled ball of sticky and damp tissues into a nearby trash can. "All right, sweetie," consented her mother. "Since you did such a good job with the olive man, I'll let you ride the merry go round."

The ride in question was a small four-horse merry-go-round, the kind commonly seen in front of grocery stores that required a quarter to make it start. Even though Claire was getting a little old for it, she still loved to ride. She chose her favorite horse and waited for her mom to fish a quarter from her purse.

"Ready, Claire?" her mom asked.

"Ready!"

Claire's mom inserted the quarter. The small platform began to spin in a slow circle. Claire squealed in delight and clenched her legs around her horse. This wasn't an ordinary merry-go-round but it had been modified so that the seat would vibrate powerfully once the ride started. On the saddle of each horse was a small series of raised bumps, strategically positioned right where a girl's slit would be. Claire's bare cunny was pressed hard against the seat and the little girl was enjoying the sensations.

"How does that feel, sweetie?" her mom asked.

"Really good, mom. Thank you!" Claire's mom smiled as she watched her daughter writhe in delight. The seven year old's eyes were closed in pleasure. The music soon stopped playing and the ride slowed to a stop however. Claire wailed in dismay.

"Mom! Can you put in another quarter, please? Just one more?"

"Just one more," her mother said, "then we have to get home, okay?" She put in another quarter and the ride started again. Claire was more aggressive this time, gyrating her hips so her pubic bone ground against the pad of raised bumps. Her mom watched with a bemused expression as her daughter fitfully rode the horse. A man passing by took notice of the excited little girl on the horse and stopped to watch.

"Is that your daughter?" the man asked.

"Oh yes," Claire's mom replied, still gazing at her squirming daughter.

"A very pretty girl," proclaimed the man. "Excitable little thing, isn't she?"

"She's got a lot of energy," agreed Claire's mom, finally turning to glance at him. Her eyes widened in recognition. “Ben!”

“Hi Sue,” the man said, laughing. “I was wondering when you would recognize me.”

Claire’s mom put down her bag of groceries and hugged him. “I haven’t seen you in so long? Where have you been?”

“I moved out to the western side of the island,” he told her.

“It must be at least ten years since we’ve seen each other,” she said.

“At least,” agreed Ben. “You didn’t have a daughter last time I saw you!”

“Her name is…” she began but Claire’s voice interrupted her.

“Mommy! Please! Just one more quarter?”

“Her name is Claire,” her mom told Ben, laughing. She began digging through her purse. “I don’t know if I have any more change, sweetie.”

“I should have a quarter here somewhere,” Ben said, rummaging through his messenger bag. “Here, Sue, allow me…”

Before he could insert the quarter, Claire’s mom interrupted him. “Claire, sweetheart, I want you to meet Ben. He was a good friend of mine when I was growing up.”

Claire was red-faced, her brow damp with sweat. “Hello,” she shook his hand courteously before asking, “Did you find a quarter, mom?”

Ben chuckled at her. “Here you go,” he said, inserting two quarters. Claire’s eyes widened in delight. She would get twice as much time now. The ride began spinning again.

“Ben,” her mom said. “You’re just too nice.”

“I don’t mind at all,” he said mildly. “I do enjoy watching your pretty daughter after all. She reminds me of a girl I used to play with…”

Claire’s mom laughed. They watched in silence for a moment. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Ben getting an erection. Her heart swelled with pride for her daughter but she also smiled reminiscently as she studied Ben’s penis. Absent-mindedly, he began stroking it.

“Oh Ben,” she said, impulsively reaching out to touch him. “Let me take care of that.” She gave him a squeeze, her fingers exploring the familiar terrain of his cock.

“Could you be inside me?” she asked him. “For old time’s sake?”

“I can’t say no to you,” Ben said, kissing her cheek. He pulled a bottle of lubricant from his bag. Claire’s mom bent over, resting her elbows on a railing next to the merry-go-round. Soon Ben was thrusting into her. She realized she still ached with need after her encounter with the olive man.

“Mmm, that feels so nice,” said Ben. “I missed this…” The two adults enjoyed themselves as they watched Claire blissfully ride the vibrating horse. She was on the last quarter now and knew she didn’t have much time left.

"Oh!" Claire moaned, her eyes clenched shut. The little girl redoubled her efforts, frantically grinding against the horse's saddle. "Oh... oh... OH!" The seven year old girl shrieked so loud when she came that people clear across the market turned their heads to see what the commotion was. The ride's lights slowly dimmed and the music stopped, leaving the exhausted girl panting on the horse.

Claire’s mom motioned for Ben to stop pumping her, even though she lustfully wanted him to keep going. Taking his hand, she walked up to Claire who was slumped against the now silent horse.

"Sweetie?" her mom stroked her hair. "Was that nice, honey?"

"Y-yes," replied Claire weakly.

“You just relax, okay? I’m going to do something for Ben here…” Claire’s mom drew Ben close and began jacking him off, aiming his throbbing erection at her daughter’s face. The little girl, finally becoming aware of her surroundings, watched as her mom’s fist milked Ben.

“Oh Sue…” he said. “That’s so nice… Don’t stop…” His hard cock was only inches from Claire now. Ben groaned. The seven year old girl closed her eyes and felt something hot and wet land on her cheek. Both Ben and her mom watched enthralled as he adorned Claire’s face, still flushed from her own orgasm.

Claire opened her eyes to see her mom milking the last drops from Ben’s penis that landed on her shoulder. Ben sighed as her mom finally loosened her grip on him. He regarded Claire with a wistful grin.

“She looks just like you did,” he elbowed her mom, “when I got done with you.”

They laughed together. Claire waited for them to finish chatting. The little girl was once again covered with semen that was dribbling down her chest in sticky trails. She had an itch right underneath a blotch on her cheek. Unable to resist, Claire scratched, spreading the mess to her fingers.

“Well, Sue, I shouldn’t really keep you two any longer,” Ben said.

“Oh, Ben, it was so nice to see you again,” her mom told him warmly. “We should really see each other more often.”

“That would be nice,” Ben smiled at her.

“I hope I haven’t lost my touch,” Claire’s mom told him, glancing down at his penis. “Oh! You’ve got some still dripping from you…” She got an idea. “Claire, could you come here please? Open your mouth, honey.” Her mom guided Ben’s penis to her daughter’s obediently outstretched lips.

“You don’t mind cleaning up Ben, do you?” she asked. Claire couldn’t answer since her mouth was already full of the man’s flesh. The seven year old girl did as she was told, sucking Ben clean. His seed tasted unusually sweet on her tongue.

When she was done, Ben hugged her mom once last time before leaving. She picked up the bag of groceries and they began walking home.

“That was a boy I used to play with when I was your age,” she told Claire. “I haven’t seen him since I was a teenager though.”

“He was nice,” replied Claire. “He tasted very sweet.”

“Does he still?” her mom laughed. “He always did have a unique flavor to him.”

“Do you have any more tissues, mom?” Claire asked, feeling another itch on her cheek.

“I don’t think so,” her mom apologized. “I used them all up when I had to clean up after the olive man. I wish I had some too though. I’ve got some on my hand.”

They arrived in the subdevelopment where their neighborhood was located. “I don’t think daddy will believe us when we tell him we went to the market,” Claire said as they walked down the sidewalk together.

“Well,” her mom laughed, “at least we have a bag of groceries to prove we got something done.”