Little Lovers: Chapter 6 - Roman Celebrations

When she slowly woke up the next morning, Candy became aware of three things almost the second her eyes fluttered open. First, sometime during the night she had climbed into bed totally naked, and to her surprised she actually liked the soft, warm feeling of the sheets on her bare flesh. Second, her body was stiff and sore – something that she was oh-so-used to feeling, given the sheer effort she put into her calling in the gymnastics field – but this was a stiffness and soreness that stemmed from the fact that, for so many hours she had actually lost track, she had been making love to a beautiful cheerleader who was also her bestest friend in the entire world! And third, said cheerleader was snuggled up right next to her, equally naked, her arms draped over Candy’s body as she lightly held the gymnast and slept on…

I… can’t believe we did that! Candy felt a stupid smile curl up the corners of her mouth as she blinked the sleep out of her eyes and gazed into Ilise’s soft, beautiful face. Her lover’s sandy-blonde hair was a tangled mess that looked like it would be a bitch to straighten out, her lipstick was smeared up and over one cheek, and a thin dribble of drool oozed from the corner of her lips to puddle on the pillow beneath her face – but in that moment she was the most beautiful creature in the entire world, and the gymnast felt her heart swell in her chest. I’m so glad that my first time was with someone I love, the tiny twelve-year-old admitted as she stretched a bit, moving as slowly and carefully as possible so as not to wake her dozing girlfriend. It was a hopeless task… With a tiny, adorable, sexy little snort the blonde girl started and cracked open her eyes, her blue orbs locking with Candy’s own green, and she couldn’t help but smile. “Good morning,” Candy whispered.

Ilise smacked her lips for a moment and then she returned a sweet, gentle smile of her own. “G’mornin’,” she mumbled in a voice still rough and thick with sleep. Without hesitation the cheerleader pushed her face forward and brought her lips to Candy’s, sharing a light, delicate little kiss with the brunette that made her nipples stiffen a bit and her heart beat a little harder. The blonde’s breath was truly horrendous, and she knew that her own was probably just as bad – but in that glorious morning she didn’t care, she couldn’t care, she just wanted to kiss her girlfriend forever!

Last night, we… As Candy settled back against the pillow and feasted on Ilise’s succulent kisses she felt a tiny stab of uncertainty lance through her brain. It was weird – for some strange reason she couldn’t recall exactly what had happened between her and her lover. Everything seemed fuzzy, as if she were trying to see everything while looking through a foggy window or something. She remembered Ilise using her fingers to make her cum in a great, gushing tidal wave of pure bliss… She remembered using her tongue on the blonde girl, and the surprisingly tangy-tart spatter of girly-juice that the cheerleader had spurted into her mouth when she came… She remembered a dildo, long and thick and stiff and how fucking good it felt when she felt it being worked into her too-small cunny… She remembered…

Wait, was there someone else there with us? She thought that there might have been – it was someone who was helping them become women, giving the pair of them tips on how to do things that made them feel oh-so-good, made them push each other into the heights of pure pleasure, made them truly make love to each other as sophisticated women and not fumbling, bumbling little girls! But that other person was really fuzzy, hazy in her memories, and she just didn’t know who she was. She had this massive dildo, the twelve-year-old recalled, and she fucked Ilise first and then me with it. And I loved it! And she had a camera or something…

Now THAT was a memory that truly troubled her! It was one thing to make love to her girlfriend while another girl watched, that was okay with her. She was even okay with having her join in! But she wondered if she should worry about the fact that someone had taken pictures, or made a porno, of her with Ilise. SHOULD I be worried? she thought as she felt Ilise snuggle in even closer, luxuriating in the warm flesh-on-flesh contact between the two of them. I don’t feel like I should. But is that right? She didn’t know, and the cheerleader’s stroking fingers on her flat, concave tummy weren’t helping, especially considering that it was making her cunny drool even though her pussy felt rubbed SO RAW down there!

And then she felt Ilise smile even as they deepened their kiss, and all of her doubts and concerns were washed away as her blonde lover slipped her stiff, nimble fingers down lower, down between her legs, and she spread her thighs without thinking (‘Cause THAT’S what good girlfriends DO!), and she moaned as she felt the contact against her stiffening, so-sensitive-that-it-hurt clit and their lips opened at the same time and Ilise’s tongue stabbed into her mouth…




Patrice’s face was flushed, her eyes looking heavy-lidded and almost dazed as she lay naked on the bed, every square inch of her twelve-year-old body on display to her hungry gaze. It was a bit cool and overcast outside so Jenny had been forced to turn on the lights by the bed, but even the rather sketchy glow of the low-wattage bulbs gave everything an almost dreamy quality, one that the ten-year-old thought cast everything into a romantic light and made her heart swell in her chest. “You’re so pretty,” she whispered as she ran her fingertips down the brunette’s flat tummy towards the barely-there peach fuzz on her mound, her tone almost reverent.

“Thank you,” her lover replied, ducking her head to her chest in a vain attempt to hide her tiny smile of embarrassment. She pulled her feet up a bit to give the Asian girl a bit more room as she knelt between her legs, a maneuver that had the added benefit of spreading her thighs open a bit more and giving Jenny a perfect line-of-sight view of her little-girl slit. All of their contact, all of the fingers that she had pushed inside her girlfriend that afternoon had made it a bit redder than usual, but in the ten-year-old’s eyes it looked perfect! A dark quarter-on-edge with just the barest hint of a pink nub peeking out at the top, the entryway to her fellow cheerleader’s inner glories looked warm and soft and tempting, a perfect invitation that almost seemed to welcome her attention. She briefly wondered if hers looked just as pretty – she just didn’t know, and the one time she had tried to use a mirror to actually see down there she had lost her balance and rolled off her bed with a thump that was only padded by the piles of clothes she had scattered about, so she was a bit reluctant to try again. “I’m not as pretty as you are, though,” Patrice continued.

Jenny felt her face flush, and this time it was her turn to duck her face and hide her smile. “You’re prettier,” she mumbled as she allowed her hand to slide even lower, letting her fingertips trace light, almost tentative caresses along Patrice’s smooth flesh, through the soft fuzz of her mound, down to the white-hot flesh between her pussy and leg…

The pair had spent all day Saturday together, and the tiny Asian girl felt as if every second with Patrice was amazing, was magical, was absolutely perfect! Her girlfriend was sweet, and smart, and tall enough so that it made her feel dainty, and she actually had boobs even if the green-eyed girl said the tiny little swells on her chest were nothing, and Jenny couldn’t believe just how happy she was when they were together! It was also a bit frustrating, though… there was so much she wanted to do with her lover, so many times where she had to fight the urge to drag her off somewhere without other people and just let her hands roam over the brunette’s body while offering herself fully to her, and other than a few stolen kisses when they thought they could get away with it, they were forced to keep it PG. Saturday evening was another story, and she had lost count of how many times her teammate had made her cum, had worried her tiny little sensitive clit and pumped a pair of twinned fingers in and out of her tight, hairless slit until her ten-year-old pussy spasmed and she saw stars, and she had fallen asleep clutching her lover to her tiny body and whispering her love over and over again. I love you Patrice, take me I’m yours, I love you, be my lover forever, I love you…

“J… Jenny,” Patrice said quietly. The Asian girl reluctantly tore her gaze from her lover’s cunt and met her gaze, almost feeling as if she could fall into those warm green eyes. “D…” she continued nervously for a moment before swallowing heavily. “Remember last week, when you said you wanted to lick my pussy?”

Jenny almost started as her heart skipped a beat. “Y… yes?” she whispered in response, her words more a question than an acknowledgement.

Patrice took a deep breath, her tiny little budding breasts rising and falling as she worked up her courage, and then she stared right into Jenny’s eyes. “C… Do it,” she simply said, forcing the words past her lips. “Please, I want you to do it, I want to feel what it’s like…”

She so didn’t need any more encouragement! “Oh, I love you…” she whispered with a hitch in her voice and tears in her eyes. As Jenny slid slowly backwards on the sheet Patrice spread her legs apart, sliding her heels to either edge and letting her knees fall aside to open herself up fully to the ten-year-old’s lust-crazed gaze. Jenny leaned forward as she knelt, planting a light, tentative little kiss on Patrice’s flat, trembling tummy, and then another a bit lower down, and then a third right in the soft, tickley patch of her fuzz, and then down lower just above the twelve-year-old’s shy little clit, and then she knelt with her tiny little-girl ass high in the air as she used her thumbs to gently pull Patrice’s lips apart and the shiny bubblegum-pink flesh of her inner pussy was just there and she smelled amazing and Jenny let her tongue venture forth to run a light little lap up from the twisted whorls at the entryway to her tunnel all the way up and moaned in harmony with her love as Patrice arched her back in pleasure and laced all of her fingers through the Asian girl’s long silky hair as Jenny lapped again, and again, and again, each lap letting her taste the musky tartness of her lover…




“She’s crazy, you know that, right?”

Ashley paused for a moment and glanced at her twin sister in the mirror, the hairbrush only half-way through her long blonde hair as she shot Lana a look. “Duh,” she replied, her tone making it clear just how obvious she believed the observation to actually be. “She’s bat-shit crazy, and a complete bitch to boot.”

“Yeah,” Lana agreed. The eleven-year-old rolled over onto her back, planting her heels firmly against the headboard and letting the hem of her blue nightie fall down around her hips as she tugged at the fabric covering her don’t-even-bother-there’s-nothing-there! swells on her chest. Even in the mirror Ashley could see the corner of her mouth quirk up in amusement as she scratched an itch on her thigh before continuing the twins’ favorite just-before-bed game of dissecting Belinda Copperwaithe. “She is totally hot, though,” she added.

Damn it, now I have an itch too! “Yeah,” Ashley agreed as she resumed running the brush through her silky mane. Job complete, she placed the brush on the dresser and turned in the chair. “Is that why we put up with her shit?” she mused as she too scratched the itch on her thigh for a moment before tugging down her matching red nightie. She wasn’t one hundred percent sure when she and Lana first started their evening ritual. Oh, some of the parts had always been there – for as long as she could remember, the pair of them would finish their homework, kiss their parents goodnight, and then change out of their clothes and into their nightgowns. Then came the brushings, where she would first run a brush through her long, silky, straw-blonde hair to make absolutely positively sure that no tangles would ever dare even think about appearing in the cascading mane flowing down her back to her (non-existent) butt while she and Lana chatted, and once she was done then they would switch and her sister would work on her hair while the chatting continued. Sometime over the past year or so a new ritual was brought into the mix, a short, slightly embarrassing time where the pair would scan over each other’s naked bodies to see if there were any hint that puberty would arrive anytime soon, but other than some slight swelling behind their tiny nipples (which stiffened into perky pokies if anyone even seemed to glance at them, she truly believed) there was nothing, absolutely nothing, and it was so frustrating! “I mean, she’s nasty and a total cunt to everyone, including us,” she added.

“Especially us,” Lana opined.

“Right! So,” she concluded, “the fact that we still put up with her shit has to be because we think she’s hot. Do you think so too, ‘cause it’s the only thing that makes sense to me.”

“Probably.” Lana admitted with a shrug. The girl pushed off of the headboard, rolled backwards on the mattress, and squirmed around until she was sitting on the edge of the bed. “Done?” she asked.

“Done.” She stood up as her sister did the same and moved to trade places. Halfway across the room she paused in front of her sister as they performed the most recent modification to their nightly ritual – the sisterly affection part. Taking her mirror-image in her arms Ashley pressed her tween body against Lana’s, luxuriating in the tight twisting behind her belly button that seemed to happen more and more often these days as she felt her sister’s warmth against her skin, felt Lana’s tiny stiff nipples against her own flat chest (and if she were lucky then she could feel them flick against her own, and the little bolts of oh-my-GOD made the twisting in what she knew was her womb even harder!), felt her duplicate’s hands cup her flat backside just as she cupped Lana’s. Their lips met and they kissed, a deep, passionate kiss that was wet and delicious and naughty and glorious and so wrong but also so right, and she felt as if she could just die of happiness as their tongues met in between and they just loved each other. It always lasted far too little, and a part of her wanted to continue, wanted to – maybe – do more, to do lesbian stuff, but she knew that neither one of them were ready for that! But she knew that there were girls who did, and a part of her did wonder…

With a tiny stab of disappointment Lana broke the kiss, pulling her mouth away from hers with a tiny wet smack as she licked her lips. “I love kissing you,” her sister said with a tiny smile as she stroked her back.

“Me too,” she replied. Reluctantly she slid past her sister, trying to calm her fluttering heart and feeling the sheer wetness down there, and flopped down on her mattress. “So,” she continued as she tried to regain the thread of the conversation, “do we even want to tell her how we feel?”

Lana snorted as she took her seat in the chair, picked up the brush, and began to work it through her hair. “Ye-ay-uh,” she drawled as she rolled her eyes, making it clear what she thought of that idea. “And have her call us dykes ‘n start ripping on us? Pass…” Her twin paused for a moment before meeting her gaze in the mirror. “But maybe we should check out some other girls,” she suggested, “see if we can find some that might wanna… do… stuff.”

“Hmm…” She wasn’t sure why, but that did seem like an idea that was in the vague neighborhood of good at least. We know lots of girls, she mused as she ran through the list in her mind. I’m sure a couple of them HAVE to be gay like us. But who…




It was late, almost bordering on midnight, when she drove into town. The air flowing in through the open window was cool and contained just a little hint of Fall crispness, the sky seemed to almost twinkle with the light of a million stars, and the roads were completely, totally empty. Her solitude was almost absolute, which was probably a good thing… especially considering just how gritty and achy her eyes felt.

Seven hours, but it’s almost over, Elaine thought to herself as she steered the rental around a curve in the two-lane road hugging the side of a mid-sized foothill, topped the crest, and started down the other side. The drive had started out rather slow and more than a little stop-and-goish, but once she had managed to get a few dozen miles away from San Francisco the traffic had thinned out and she was able to pick up the pace. Her destination had been three hundred miles away, nestled in the northern Cascades that seemed to be far away from anything, and while she could have used some of the Agency’s air assets to – maybe – fly in somewhere closer just to trim some time off of her trip, the questions that her travel plans would raise would have defeated the purpose of her stealthy entry. It’s best to keep this off the radar, she mused as she reached the bottom of the hill and started up the next. Especially given the sketchy nature of the players...

She knew who two of them were, but they were the victims, not the perpetrators. Sienna Koptau, fourteen years old, blonde and bubbly and elegant... Veronica Glau, twelve years old, nasty and flirty and seemingly insatiable… Their names were burned into her memory, and she felt that she actually knew the pair, knew everything that there was to know about the two cheerleaders who had posed for the underage porno magazine. Oh, she knew that it wasn’t true, that they were still complete strangers to her, but still…

Topping another rise and back down the other side, and she spotted something that gave her a little happy boost. There, swimming out of the darkness just a few feet from the tall, thick forest separating the road from the river at the bottom of the canyon, was a sign that simply read COOPERSTOWN 6. Six more miles! her heart sang as she felt a small smile curl up her lips. Only six more miles, and she check into the bed-and-breakfast and collapse onto her mattress and try to get some sleep. She was tired, and she needed it. Especially considering what she had planned for tomorrow.

There’s something weird going on in this place, she thought as she felt the determination tighten her jaw. I am GOING to find out what’s happening!

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“Hey, dere she is again.”

Belinda sighed and tried not to grind her teeth as Helga boomed out her statement. She’s about as subtle as a brick through a window, the eleven-year-old thought sourly as she placed her smoothie on the table before her and sat up to peer in the direction that her pet thug staring. “Who’s there again?” she asked, feeling just a tiny spark of pride at how even she kept her voice.

“Dat red hair girl,” the hulking girl mumbled, waving one meaty palm toward the hallway to the restrooms. “Who was with Laurie Bitcher.”

The blonde girl gazed and saw to whom her pet thug was referring – and instantly the corners of both her eyes and mouth curled down in a scowl of annoyance. “Oh,” she said in a frosty voice as a wave of annoyed disgust washed through her soul. “Her.”

After spotting the redhead with Laurie more than once – the pair seemed inseparable, hanging out at the mall and eating lunch together at school and walking home after classes, their heads together as they whispered and snickered and laughed about things (Probably ME! she was convinced) – she had used her informal Queen-Bee-of-the-School network to find out just what was what. She had found out that the girl was Veronica Glau, she was twelve years old, and she was one of those cheerleader bitches that everyone in town always seemed to be raving about, basically nothing she couldn’t have discovered if she would have taken the time to do the work herself (As IF!). That little bit wasn’t enough, so she dug a bit deeper… but beyond some vague rumors that she was a slut, that she was a nympho, that she was actually a prostitute who would put out for anyone with a dollar (which she knew were the normal lies that girls – like herself – whispered to each other to make themselves feel better and tear down other girls they didn’t like), she still had no solid information Laurie’s new BFF.

The only thing that she did know for sure was that Ronnie Glau had upset the normal order of things, making the little brown-haired cunt feel good and proud and actually worthwhile, and she was always in the way when it was time for her to put Laurie in her place. She had her reasons to hate her, had perfectly legitimate problems with the girl that were far more than simply because she just loathed her very existence. Of course she couldn’t actually tell anyone those reasons – the humiliation she would feel would just kill her! But if she could wipe away that embarrassment by crushing her enemy… But how could she do that when that redheaded cunt kept making Bitcher feel good about herself…

“So, what now?” Helga grunted as she stared slack-jawed at the cheerleader.

Belinda opened her mouth to snap at the monster but let the words die in her throat – it wasn’t the hulking moron’s fault that Lana and Ashley decided that they had something better to do than to be in their proper place two steps behind her! Stupid bimbos… Why do I put up with them?!? As she glared through narrowed eyes she felt her anger growing as Ronnie finished her snack, wiped her fingers, and tossed the napkins in the trash before heading towards the ladies room. “Now?” she said in a low, ominous tone as she pushed her smoothie to the center of the table, pushed back her chair, and rose to her feet. “Now I find out just who this little cunt thinks she is!” As Helga made a move to join her she felt a sharp flash of rage flash through her soul, and she quickly pointed at her muscle. “No, stay here,” she growled as she stomped around the table and strode purposefully after the cheerleader. “I’ll handle this myself!”

She didn’t really have a plan, didn’t really know what she was going to do, but she was determined to do something, and she threaded her way through the other people with ease as she watched Ronnie duck into the ladies room. I’m better dressed, and cuter, the blonde acknowledged as she strode down the hall, her short frilly skirt swishing around her upper thighs as she moved with purpose. She’s just some horse-faced bitch, this’ll be easy! She only hesitated for a split second when she stepped into the room, her brown eyes narrowing as she spotted the redhead leaning in as she peered at her reflection in the mirror and ran a gloss brush across her lips. “Well,” she oozed contemptuously as she glided across the floor to take up a position at a neighboring sink, “if it isn’t little Laurie Bitcher’s dyke friend.”

“Erm.” The cheerleader didn’t take her attention away from the mirror as she worked on her lower lip, but Belinda could see her green eyes flick over to her blonde reflection as she grunted by way of a reply.

“Taking a break from eating out your little slutty girlfriend?” she continued as she fake-checked out her own reflection in the mirror. Not too bad, she thought as she slid her gaze to Ronnie’s reflection. “I suppose a couple of bulldykes like you two have to take a break now and then, if only to go trolling for new cunts to lick.”

“Uh huh.”

Did she shrug a bit? Belinda wasn’t sure, but the fact that the girl wasn’t actually acknowledging her torment just made her angrier. “Tell me,” she sneered as she fluffed out her golden mane with her fingertips and then pretended to check her chin for non-existent zits that she knew weren’t there, “which one is the bitch between you two?” She half turned with a smirk curling up her lips as Ronnie finished checking her complexion and dropped the tiny jar of lip gloss into her purse. “Do you piss on her, or are you the little bitch who gets pissed on?”

It happened so quickly that she had no chance to react… The second that the redhead snapped the clasp of her purse shut she spun, grabbed her by the shoulders, and shoved, sending the blonde stumbling backwards until she smacked against the tile wall with more than a little force. Belinda squeaked as Ronnie stepped in, her face twisted into a mask of furious hatred, and pushed close. “You little cunt,” the cheerleader hissed, “you think you’re better than me?”

“Get off of me!” Belinda tried to push away, push past the furious cheerleader and put a little space between them, but with a suddenness that left no room to act Ronnie’s hand flashed out and she slapped her, slapped her hard enough to rattle her senses as she brought her palm across her cheek with a loud CRACK!!! that echoed through the restroom. “No!” the blonde sobbed as she tried to bring her hands up to defend herself but the redhead easily swatted them aside and slapped her again, and a third time, each smack making her weaker. “Stop!”

“Stop?” Ronnie slapped her once more and then shoved her fully against the wall, pinning her to the cold tile with her forearm across her collarbone. “You don’t stop when people ask, cunt!” The cheerleader grabbed a handful of her long golden hair and yanked, and the blossoming pain in her scalp caused her to yelp in pained surprise. “You just keep pushing, and pushing, and pushing,” the redhead continued, punctuating her words with more yanks, until Belinda was afraid that the raging girl might just yank the hair fully out of her head. “You keep tearing people down, just ‘cause you can! Well,” she said, her words taking on an ominous, oily tone that seemed to just ooze into her ear, “I think it’s time that someone made you their bitch!”

Before she could react, before she could do anything, Ronnie’s hand flashed out again, this time going low. For the briefest of moments Belinda regretted wearing her frilly little skirt as the redhead pushed her fingers down between her clenched thighs, worming her fingers into the cleft and pressing directly against her pussy. “S… stop it!” she gasped as she felt a tiny spark shoot from her clit up into her belly, and she bucked her hips forward ineffectually in an attempt to escape her tormentor. “Get off me, you dyke!”

“Dyke?” Ronnie’s voice almost oozed in her ears as the cheerleader wormed her hand deeper, pressing her fingertips firmly against the sheer cotton covering her sex as she closed the last two inches between them and leaned against the blonde’s body. “Maybe I’m a dyke,” she whispered darkly as her digits squirmed and stroked and flicked, her cheek pressed up against Belinda’s, her painted lips only millimeters away from her ear, so close that the blonde girl could feel the redhead’s warm breath against the side of her head. “But if I’m a dyke then so are you!”

“N... no! I’m not!” I’m not…

“I can feel it,” the redhead almost moaned in her ear. “You’re wet, you’re hot and wet and you love this!”

“I don’t!” Belinda was so confused, so terrified at the feelings running through her body. Her nipples were so hard that they ached, there was a twisting, cramping ache deep in her tummy that she got when she touched herself in the dark of the night, her skin felt as if she were on fire! But it was the wetness, the oozing stickiness filling the crotch of her panties as her hairless slit drooled happily that disturbed her the most, made her feel dirty and sick and twisted and oh-so-wonderfully-happy… “Stop it,” she whispered, moaned, begged, pleaded, whimpered as the restroom seemed to tilt and slide around her and her resistance slipped. “Stop it, get off of me…”

“You’re just a little nympho slut,” Ronnie hissed, “just like the rest of us. But you think you’re so much better than us, that you’re so fucking superior! A little princess, ruling the school and pushing everyone around ‘cause you can.” The redhead licked – licked! – the side of her face, running her tongue up from her jaw across her cheek to her temple, leaving a wet streak to match the growing pool in her panties, and dimly Belinda wondered if she tasted good. “You’re nothing but a little tease, a scared little cunt who’s afraid that someone will call you on your shit!”

“Noooo…” She couldn’t think straight with the glorious sensations coming from her pussy, the hot, wet ebb and flow that seemed to rise and fall, higher and higher each time, as Ronnie forced her closer and closer to the edge. She felt like she was leaving her body, that she couldn’t feel the cold tile against her back because of her burning flesh, see the room around her because of the sparking flashes in her vision, hear the quiet music playing because of the pounding of her heartbeat throbbing in her ears. Her entire universe shrank to become only the redhead, and her face, and her smell, and her words, and the feeling of her warm body pressed against hers and the wonderful, terrible, glorious, disgusting stroking fingers pressed up against her pussy, and she couldn’t stop it, couldn’t stop any of it, and to her horror she realized that a part of her didn’t want it to stop…

“You’re just a little slut whore,” Ronnie hissed evilly as she curled her fingers and hooked them through the leg hole of her panties, actually pushing the tip of her middle finger just inside her slit and poking her cherry, “and you deserve to feel just like the rest of us you filthy cunt!”

The words punched her soul like a fist, and the sensations roiling through her body spiked, and then she came, her pussy clenching so tightly she was afraid that she would tear something inside of her as her womb twisted and opened and surrendered to her rape, and Belinda the Queen vanished to become a creature of pure sexual satisfaction, an animal that wanted nothing more than to feel that way forever, for the rest of her life, for all of her existence until the end of time, and she could hear a strangled gasping moan that she was dimly aware was her own, a moan that was cut off as Ronnie’s lips fastened onto hers and the blackness of her orgasm washed over her and everything vanished forever…

Even though it felt like a lifetime of nothingness but she realized that it had probably only been a couple of seconds, the creature of sex faded back into her animal brain and Belinda began to slowly reemerge. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t actually move her body because of the cheerleader pinning her tightly to the wall with her own body, but part of her didn’t want to breathe or move or do anything but let her girlish juices flow from the very center of her body through her throbbing, hyper-sensitive cunny and down over Ronnie’s fingers, but that was wrong because she was Belinda Copperwaithe and she was the one in charge, not the redhead, but when Ronnie removed her lips from her own it was all she could do not to whimper as the delicious sensations of the kiss were pulled away from her. “I…” she stammered weakly, her brain short-circuiting as it tried to digest what had just happened. “I…”

“You’re a worthless nobody,” Ronnie hissed, and Belinda felt a wrench in her heart when she heard the sheer contempt in the cheerleader’s voice. The redhead stepped back and let her go, and she felt her eleven-year-old body slide down the wall to the cold tile below as her legs gave out, and to her shock she felt the sting of tears in the corners of her eyes. She felt small as she gazed up in shock at the girl towering over her, felt small and humiliated and terrified and she didn’t know what to do, and the only thing she was able to do was gasp for air. “You are shit. And if you ever try to fuck with Laurie or me or anyone else again,” the girl growled in a low, menacing tone as she leaned over, and the blonde couldn’t do anything but flinch and shy away, “I’ll fucking kill you!” She trembled as Ronnie paused, and then there was this spitting sound and something hot and wet and sticky spattered against her face and Belinda realized with horror that the cheerleader had spit on her, and she felt even smaller. “Cunt!” the redhead spat, a final insult that felt as hard as a punch, and then without any more fanfare she turned and walked away as the blonde wiped the side of her head with the back of her hand and sniffled miserably.

Belinda blushed furiously as she watched the redhead leave the restroom through her eyelashes, her gaze almost instinctively drawn to the flicking of the tween’s miniskirt as her hips wriggled with each step. Oh my GOD I can’t believe she DID that! the eleven-year-old thought in a panic as she tried not to scream in shocked horror. She had just been raped… or had she? What just happened? she wondered as she tried to get her breathing under control. She supposed she could have struggled more, fought a little harder to get free from Ronnie and flee, but she hadn’t – and she wasn’t sure why. She hated the way she was feeling, but then again… It’s all STICKY down there! she whimpered as she tried to tug the crotch of her panties away from her still-twitching pussy, feeling the slick wetness soaked into the thin cotton on her fingertips. It was gross, that was gross, SHE’S gross! But…

But she couldn’t deny it… The orgasm that the cruel cheerleader had forced her to have, had torn from her little-girl body had been explosive, and the best thing she had experienced in her entire life. And a part of her, a tiny, sick, twisted part of her soul, wanted more, wanted to feel it again and again and again…

Oh GOD what’s WRONG with me?!? she wondered as she hugged herself and felt her tears roll down her cheeks.

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This place is kinda dull, Elaine thought to herself as she blew across the surface of her coffee and took a sip. It was a creamy/sweet and bitter at the same time, not exactly bad but nowhere near as good as her the tea she usually drank. Coffee’s not bad, and the weather is nicer than in San Francisco, she added as she turned her attention back to the laptop before her. But I would LITERALLY die of boredom if I had to live here! she acknowledged as she scrolled back up for a moment, re-read what she had already written, and scrolled back down to pick up the email where she had stopped.

So far, she added, there’s nothing here that leaps out at me. At this point I’m not totally sure where we should go with this investigation – we could, in theory, pick up and question the girls and attempt to determine who took advantage of them, but the usefulness of this course of action might be questionable, especially considering

She paused as she tried to decide on what exactly she wanted to say. It wasn’t something on which she could put her finger, but there was definitely something weird about Cooperstown! Over the past two days she had been in town she hadn’t noticed anything illegal, or immoral, or even all that sketchy. But still…

She glanced at the photos she had taken on her first day. The gymnasium for the Centurions was easy enough to locate – in fact, all she had to do was simply look up the address on her laptop. The first eight hours of her twelve-hour stakeout marathon in her rental, armed only with a thermos of coffee, six nutrition bars, and her digital camera, had given her nothing but a dark, silent, and empty storefront in a semi-industrial area on the edge of town. She had been about ready to pack it in when mid-afternoon rolled around and things got… interesting. A veritable army of girls, seemingly led by a tall, perky brunette with her chestnut hair in a pair of braids (who, in her slightly catty opinion, was so nowhere near as cute and perky as she probably believed that she was!) had arrived in twos and threes and fours, dressed in workout shorts and tee shirts and carrying gym bags. The FBI special agent in her perked up and started taking pictures, but nobody else entered, no skeevy guys with cameras or pervy teen boys hiding in the bushes or nothing. The girls threw the gym doors wide to take advantage of the faint breeze, and over the next two hours she had watched and heard all of the teen, tween, and pre-teen girls throwing themselves in the air, across the mat, onto the floor…

In fact, I got NOTHING! she was forced to acknowledge. Beyond some surveillance photos of the two pictorial stars from the magazine – the redheaded Ronnie giggling as she whispered something to a brown-haired girl around her own twelve years with a braid, and the pigtailed Sienna dressed as if she had just come from a teen fashion show dashing in at the very last minute, nothing connected the gym to Little Lovers. As evening rolled around the girls left, sweaty and smiling and chattering up a storm, while the captain – a junior at Rainey High named Brooke Landon, she discovered with just a bit of internet research – stayed behind and undertook a personal combination workout/cheer routine that actually made the highly fit agent feel like a fat slug. And then she turned out the lights, and she locked the doors, and she went home, and Elaine didn’t discover anything more than the sensation of pins prickling her legs from a lack of circulation and a sense of frustration gnawing at her soul…

There was that thing today, she mused as she slouched in her chair a bit and gnawed at her lower lip. The town sported a fairly decent mall and she had decided to cruise through to see what she could see, most of which appeared normal. But she did spot a couple of girls she recognized from both the Centurion website and her stakeout yesterday named Patrice and Jennifer who seemed to be very close, holding hands as they walked through the halls and actually being daring enough to steal a kiss in a dimly-lit corner when they thought nobody was looking. But that wasn’t a crime, and it certainly wasn’t illegal, even if she did think it was a bit inappropriate given their ages…

I KNOW there’s something here! she decided with a little grunt as she sat back up. She didn’t know what, exactly… She didn’t know where… But there was something, and all she needed was a single thread to pull and she’d unravel the entire thing!




She looked through the windshield of her sedan – well, glared, really – just to make sure that she had the woman’s image fixed in her mind, and then glanced down at the pad in her lap. Yup, it’s her, she confirmed silently as the corners of her mouth curled down and her brow furrowed. Special Agent Elaine Dyer, eff bee eye. In her opinion her newly-arrived enemy didn’t look like much… low forties if the tiny little crow’s feet around the eyes and the lines around the mouth were any indication, dirty blonde hair with a single tiny streak of grey that was barely noticeable, pale blue eyes, not really all that remarkable. She does look fit, though, she acknowledged, so she does get regular exercise. I guess. If that matters. She glanced back up from her lap just as the woman sat back up in her chair, and started typing once more. “Guess I gotta do something,” she sighed quietly as she thumbed the power button on the pad and dropped it in the empty passenger seat beside her. The Federal cop wasn’t a problem she couldn’t handle, that much was true – she had taken care of threats like Special Agent Elaine Dyer before. But the woman’s actual physical presence in Cooperstown was annoying.

Her day had been good up until that agent had shown up. She had followed Brooke that morning, slowly cruising behind the cheerleader as she walked to school and almost drooling over the way her tight, heart-shaped ass wriggled in her jeans and almost feeling sad as she lost the brunette in a sea of other students when they reached Rainey High. The rest of her morning was taken up with administration-type stuff… Subscriptions for Little Lovers were up, a fact that meant that her monthly profits were way up, which was a development that made her feel about as happy as when she was staring at Brooke. Rebecca was almost ready for the party on Saturday and had provided a truly raunchy video of slutty blonde Ilise doing very degenerate things with her girlfriend Candy, and she felt her decision to avoid internet videos wavering as she intently watched the tiny brunette gymnast eating out the moaning blonde cheerleader and saw the profit-making possibilities. A light lunch, a short message to Paula trying to explain – for what felt like the hundredth time – how to work the camera, making arrangements to send Brooke’s mother Debbie a little ‘gift,’ all in all it was a productive day!

But then one of her little internet spies had told her of Agent Dyer’s arrival, and she was forced to table her sexual offense for a while to play preventative defense. She’s more of an annoyance than a threat, a bug like her, she mused as she pondered her options. But she could derail things anyway just by being a pain in the ass, so it would probably be best to make sure she can’t cause trouble. So… what to do? She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel before her as she weighed her options, trying to think of the best way to neutralize the agent as she stared through half-lidded eyes at the oblivious woman.

The answer was so obvious that she was surprised she hadn’t thought of it sooner. An evil smiled curled up the corners of her lips as she reached for her pad once more…




Elaine sighed as she peered at her reflection in the bathroom mirror and tried not to wince as yet another stab of pain lanced behind her eyes. She was glad that she had selected the out-of-the-way bed and breakfast on the edge of town to stay at while she conducted her investigation – she seemed to be the only guest, the owner was a woman in her eighties who didn’t constantly badger her about doing interesting things about town, and the furnishings were clean and nice even if they were more than a bit dated. But it was quiet, and she certainly needed that… Especially after the day she had just gone through…

After firing off an update of her investigation to Ginny that afternoon, she had spent the remainder of the day trying to find something, anything that might give her a clue – and she found nothing. She did manage to find a few more facts things about Cooperstown – the place had a lot more females than males, that the hillsides were littered with old abandoned logging camps and hunting cabins (some dating all the way back to the nineteenth century), and that it was the third largest exporter of blueberries in the state! Interesting she supposed, but pretty much useless factoids that added nothing to the investigation. The early evening had been spent trailing the girls that seemed to come out of the woodwork once the sun went down, but they just did normal girl-type stuff of shopping and chatting and talking and parading around and showing off their clothes and oh-my-GOD-this-is-so-fucking-DULL!!! A headache that was probably a combination of eye strain, stress, and way too much caffeine started throbbing in her head around seven, and by nine it had evolved into a lancing pain that seemed to punch right through her forehead and straight into her brain whenever she moved her head, and so she decided to pack it in, get some sleep, and take the mystery up once more in the morning.

She stood back upright, stifling a little whimper as the agonizing pain flared at the movement, and finished tugging on her sleeping clothes. She had to admit that the ribbed white tank top that was a hair too short and tight on her torso and the gray fleece sweat pants weren’t exactly haute couture, but it was comfortable and practical and required practically no maintenance whatsoever beyond the occasional run through the laundry. Best of all it allowed her just a little bit of time where she didn’t have to wear the dull, practical, infinitely bland uniform of the FBI! Just slip it over her nude body and she felt vaguely like an individual once more, at least in private.

She ran her fingers through her shoulder-length dirty blonde hair one last time, flicked off the light, and stepped into the hallway. The runner over the hardwood floor ran the length of the hall and had a bit of a worn feeling under the soles of her feet, but the shabby décor was the last thing on her mind as she moved. Get to bed, get some sleep, she told herself as she approached the door to her room. In the morning everything will be better.

She didn’t even realize that she wasn’t alone until after she had shut the door behind her and turned. Elaine froze as her gaze fell upon a little girl standing before her! “Wha…” the agent stammered in shock as another spike of pain lanced into her brain and she staggered backwards against the wall.

“Hello,” the girl said in a tiny voice containing just the barest hint of a lisp. The agent took in her tiny, adorable form in a single glance – a sort-of brownish golden blonde hair that seemed to cascade in a loose waterfall over her narrow shoulders, wide brown eyes that almost screamed innocence, and sun-kissed skin that seemed to glow with health. She was a good foot and a half shorter than her own five feet four, tiny and thin and not displaying even the vaguest hint of physical maturity. “Are you Elaine?” the girl asked as she blushed shyly, fiddled with the ribbon around the waist of her dainty little pink knee-length dress, and dug the toe of her pink tennis shoe into the thin fabric of the throw rug beneath her.

“Wh… what?” The stabbing pain flared again and this time she did wince, bringing one hand half-up to her temple as she tried to focus her blurry gaze on her intruder. Where did she come… she began to wonder for a moment before her thoughts skittered off in all directions and she lost the thread. Who… Where am…

“Are you Elaine?” the little darling lisped once again as an uncertain look flashed through her eyes.

“Ah… hello,” the agent managed to blurt out. Why can’t I think straight? “Y… yeah, I’m her. I mean, I’m me… I’m…” Who am I again? “Elaine! That’s it, yes,” she finally managed to stammer, the words tumbling from between her lips in a great gush. “I’m Elaine.”

The girl’s face split into a snaggletoothed grin, and the agent felt her legs grow weak even as she noted the need for some braces. “Awesome!” the girl bubbled as she seemed to relax. She slid gracefully across the carpet to stand before the reeling woman, gazing up at her with an open expression. “My name’s Leila, ‘n I’m only eight,” she said as she flashed another shy smile. “I was tol’ that I was to be with you tonight.” Her pre-teen gaze flicked up and down, and her smile grew a bit more confident. “You’re really pretty,” she remarked in almost a whisper. “I’m glad you’re pretty.”

Elaine stared down at the girl in shock for a moment before she felt a bright, hot blush creep up her neck and into her cheeks. She thinks I’M pretty? she wondered. A lump like me?!? “I’m… not,” she blurted. What’s wrong with me? “I’m not pretty, I’m plain and old…”

“Nu uh,” Leila replied emphatically. “You’re real pretty, ‘n you’re not old! Old people are all fat ‘n saggy,” she explained as she reached forth and ran her fingertips along Elaine’s flat abdomen, her digits sliding easily down the ribbed fabric. “’N you’re not!”

Oh GOD… The agent shivered at the girl’s touch, and she could feel her confusion growing ever deeper as she gazed into those warm, soft brown eyes. “You’re really pretty too,” she managed – somehow! – to stammer. “Way prettier than me!”

“No I’m not.” Leila sounded like she couldn’t believe it, that it was simply not possible, and a look of wistful sadness that tore at her heart fell across the little angel’s face like a mask. “All the other girls at school say I look fugly, that I’m a fugly lump,” she said miserably. The little girl reached out a tiny hand and took Elaine’s, tugging gently and encouraging her to move off of the wall. “They say nobody will ever love me, ‘cause I’m poor ‘n dirty ‘n fugly,” she explained as she led the confused woman across the room to the foot of the bed.

“N… no, you’re not!” Elaine stumbled a bit as she moved across the carpet, her toes catching on the thick pile for a split second as her mind reeled. She’s not, she’s really cute! For some reason the words seemed to float through the fog in her mind, a conviction that she just knew was true, an attitude that she just had to make the adorable little darling see the truth of her beauty! She felt her heart pound in her chest as she gently grasped Leila at the waist and lifted her onto the foot of the bed, settling the eight-year-old on the edge before sinking to her knees in front of her. “You are really pretty,” she said insistently, taking the girl’s hands in her own and fixing her with what she hoped was an honest, earnest look. “Really, really pretty,” she elaborated in an almost reverent whisper.

“Really?” Leila asked in a voice barely above a whisper as she worried one lock of hair that danced down the side of her neck to grace her flat chest and a doubtful look crossed her face.

“Really.” Elaine froze for a moment as her gaze slid down. The pre-teen had squirmed a bit to get settled, a move that had caused her frilly little dress to ride up – and give her a perfect view of the girl’s pristine pink panties. There, her little slit is right there! The realization slammed into her mind like a hammer, and suddenly her mouth was dry just as her own pussy slicked. Her body’s reaction was just as confusing as the thoughts roiling through her fuzzy consciousness, it didn’t make sense, it didn’t! But she just had to have her… “You are a beautiful little girl,” she said in a soft tone as she crawled forward a bit, bringing her adult body just inches from the eight-year-old’s. Leila’s wide, innocent eyes were a deep brown that almost seemed to border on the black, and her round face seemed to fill her entire vision, and her lips were perfect and shiny and before she knew it she was kissing the little girl, tasting her minty breath in her mouth and hearing nothing but her pulse pounding in her ears and actually had to force herself to break the kiss just to breath! “Beautiful,” she whispered before darting in for another kiss, her hands sliding up the girl’s bare thighs and pushing her dress even higher. “Beautiful,” she repeated and then kissed her again, helping the girl rock left and right gently so that she could work the silky fabric up over her ass and to her waist. “Beautiful,” she said once more, emphasizing the word as she kissed the girl and pulled the dress up, and Leila helped her out by raising her arms above her head, and she pulled the dress up higher and higher and then it was up and she tossed it aside…

“You’re making me naked,” the eight-year-old whispered in an almost shocked voice as she blushed and crossed her arms in front of her flat chest. “Are you gonna pull off my panties too?”

Why THAT’S an EXCELLENT idea! “Yes,” Elaine murmured. She gave the tiny, adorable thing another kiss and then gently pushed her backwards, encouraging her to lie back on the mattress in full. “I need to make you all naked so that I can show you how beautiful you are! Lift up your hips, sweetie…” Her blood was roaring through her veins, she felt hot and sweaty and fuzzy, but she had to do it, just had to, and as Leila placed her feet on the edge of the mattress and lifted her hips the woman gingerly slipped her fingers into the waistband of her tiny panties and slowly, lovingly slid them down the eight-year-old’s legs. As the girl settled back down and she carefully worked the tiny handful of stretchy pink cotton over her sneakers Elaine could see her sex, see right between her slightly spread legs and directly to her tiny prepubescent slit. It almost looked like there was nothing there, just a dark line only about an inch long nestled squarely between her thighs, and she almost moaned in as much lust as frustration as Leila pushed her tiny hand down to cover herself down there as well. “You’re so beautiful,” she murmured as she stood and leaned over, towering over the little girl as she gazed down with what she wished was love but what she knew was a hunger…

“Miss Elaine,” Leila whimpered as she gazed up at her, “I’m naked, I’m all naked!”

“Yes you are,” she agreed with a smile. “You should be proud of being naked, it’s a natural thing.” She leaned down and kissed the girl again, using her hands to gently encourage the eight-year-old to move her arms to the side, and then she moved a bit lower and kissed the tip of Leila’s chin which made the girl giggle and relax a bit, and then lower on the top of her chest, and then she moved over to one side and kissed the tiny stiff nipple that felt so good against her stinging lips and tore a strangled gasp of shock from the girl’s lips, and then she kissed her tummy and breathed deep of her delicious little-girl scent, and then lower, directly on Leila’s hairless mound as she used her hands to gently push the girl’s legs apart…

“I feel funny,” the little girl whimpered, her words containing more than a hint of confusion. “It feels funny in my tummy,” she elaborated as she squirmed a bit.

“Is it a bad funny?” Elaine asked.

“Nuh uh,” Leila replied with a shake of her head. “It’s a good funny!”

“Well, that’s just your body telling you that you like what I’m doing.” The woman glanced up the eight-year-old’s totally undeveloped body, past her tummy that was surprisingly flat and actually contained a bit of abdominal musculature, past her flat chest and tiny stiff nipples, and caught the girl’s eyes. Leila’s face was flushed and her nostrils flared as she gasped for air, lost in the haze of her arousal. “Have you ever felt like this before?” she asked. “Or been naked with another girl?”

“Uh uh. I’ve only been naked in front of my mommy, ‘n nobody’s ever made me feel like this!”

Elaine had to smile at the sheer innocence laid out before her. “Oh, this is nothing,” she replied softly as she slowly, gently slid her hands down to part Leila’s thighs wider and open her up even more. “I’m going to make you feel so good,” she murmured as much to herself as to the eight-year-old before her, as she lowered her trembling knees to the carpet and rested her elbows on the mattress. “Spread your legs wider, sweetheart,” she ordered, begged, moaned as she leaned closer, her gaze locked on the tantalizing little slit dancing before her eyes.

“L… like this, Miss Elaine?” Leila asked in a trembling voice as she raised her knees, planted the soles of her sneakers on the mattress on either side of her flat ass, and let her legs loll open even further. Elaine felt her heart skip a beat as the little girl’s slit gaped ever-so-slightly, stretching from a pencil-thin line to a coin-thick slot that hinted even more at the glories hidden inside. But the most intoxicating thing was the tiny pink nub no larger than the clicker on a ballpoint pen that peeked out from the top as her clit made an appearance, maybe for the first time in her entire life… “It feels all stretchy down there,” the golden-haired angel remarked nervously as she squirmed a bit in embarrassment. “Are you gonna do something to my pee-hole?”

“It’s not just a pee-hole, angel,” Elaine explained softly, and she was actually a bit surprised at how throaty her overwhelming lust had made her voice. “It’s also a fuck-hole,” she continued as she gently stroked the insides of the little girl’s thighs. Leila’s flesh was smooth, soft, almost like silk, and she had to stifle a whimper of her own that threatened to match the pre-teen’s soft, musical moan. “Do you want me to fuck you?” she asked. Say yes, oh GOD please say yes…

“How are you gonna fuck me?”

“Well, I’m going to use my fingers a little bit,” Elaine said as she gently placed her fingertips on either side of the girl’s slit. “But mostly I’m going to use my tongue. I’m going to lick you down there, and it will feel so good…” She applied just the slightest bit of pressure and Leila’s slit parted and she couldn’t stifle the gasp of shocked pleasure at what she saw. The eight-year-old’s pussy was a tiny little thing no bigger around than a quarter, but the bright pink inner flesh gleamed in the light of the room and seemed to almost hypnotically wink at her. A pearly-pink semi-circle of flesh told her that the girl’s cherry was still intact, that she was a virgin, and she thrilled at the knowledge that she was going to be the pre-teen’s first lover. “Are you ready to have sex like a big girl?” she asked as she pushed her head forward, closer, closer still, the scent of the little girl’s oil-slicked cunt filling her nostrils with its heady aroma…

“Uh… Uh huh.” The confused eight-year-old nodded sharply, blushing furiously as she peered down at the older woman. “Do it, I wan’ you to fuck my cunny with your tongue ‘n make me a big girl...”

Elaine was almost in a daze as she lowered her face between the girl’s thighs, gently gracing Leila’s tiny, stiff little clit with a loving little kiss before moving lower. She planted another kiss directly on the panting girl’s spread-open pussy, thrilling as she tasted the tiniest hint of Leila’s girly-juices on her lips for an instant before surrendering herself fully to her perverse desires. Settling in she parted her lips and extended her tongue, running the tip up from the tiny, puckered hole leading deep inside the pre-teen up over her hymen to her clit, and the taste was glorious! Leila gasped and twitched but Elaine was already lapping again, and again, and again, washing the girl’s virgin sex with her tongue, moaning with desire as she feasted.

She paused and poked the tip of her tongue against the girl’s cherry for a split-second before moving it down to probe just past the fleshy shield, working her muscle in just a fraction of an inch but probably far deeper than anything else that had ever gone inside the angel, and Leila tensed and jerked upwards with a squeak, a move that actually brought the amazingly scrumptious cunt directly onto her mouth, and Elaine slipped one forearm under the girl’s backside to hold her steady. Almost unthinkingly she dropped her other arm down her own body, shoving her hand inside her sweat pants so heedlessly that she barely registered her fingernails digging furrows into the flesh of her mound as she curled her digits and plunged them into her own sopping wet cunt. She was wet, far wetter than she had ever been in her entire life, and she moaned a deep, guttural moan of pure animal sexual happiness as she instantly filled herself up with three of her own fingers. She’s perfect, she’s doing this! she was barely able to think as Leila fell back onto the mattress with an adorable falsetto moan and Elaine’s thumb found her little-girl clit.

“Miss… Miss Elaine,” Leila gasped, her breaths coming in short, sharp, almost violent pants as she writhed and squirmed and trembled beneath her tongue, “it’s… You’re gonna… I feel… weird!” The little girl flailed her arms helplessly, her left smacking against her own hip while her right accidentally slapped the woman on the side of the head before both found her hair and twisted her locks. The stinging pain cut through the fog of her mind and shot straight down into her womb, and Elaine jerked as her pussy clenched around her fingers with a mini-orgasm and a thick, sticky wad of her own girly-cum spattered over her palm.

“M… Miss… eh Elaine…” the eight-year-old stuttered as she arched her back and teetered on the edge of her first climax, her tiny grip yanking on her hair as she held Elaine’s face in tight against her inflamed pussy. “Mi… Ma… Miss… Mommy!” Leila raised her hips up in offering and peered down at the woman working her virgin hole, her eyes narrowed into slits and her face screwed up into a mask of agonized ecstasy. “Mommy!” she blurted again. “Mommy! Mommy! Mauhah…” Her words degenerated into strangled groaning nonsense as her pre-teen body surrendered its resistance and crashed into the first orgasm of her life. Elaine quickly fastened her lips around the eight-year-old’s cunt and stabbed her tongue into the tiny little hole allowed by Leila’s hymen, shuddering as she tasted the wetness of the little girl as the thick ooze of her pre-teen girly cum slid onto her tongue, a musky tartness that sent her even higher and threatened to send her over the edge as well. Her body almost seemed to be on fire, her very existence reduced to nothing more than a pulsing, throbbing lust. Unconsciously she wormed a third of her own fingers into her already straining pussy and moaned as she felt her lips stretch to the point of pain, hunching her back as she forced more of herself inside her own body and reveling at the sheer depravity singing in her soul.

“Mommy…” Leila’s weak, trembling voice provided a soft counterpoint to the rushing roar of her pulse filling her ears, and Elaine somehow managed to focus her gaze forward. The eight-year-old lay limp on the mattress, her pre-teen body fully on display and her tanned skin almost glowing with a pure sexual satisfaction, her brown eyes wide and glittering as she watched the agent touching herself. “Mommy, it felt so good,” she murmured in an astonished voice as she raised her arm and reached out to her in supplication. “You made me feel so good, nobody’s ever done that, please, I want more…”

Elaine almost felt like a switch had been thrown in her mind as she surrendered to her desires. With an almost growl she leapt up from the floor, one hand yanking at the waistband of her hot and itchy sweatpants as the other tried to get the tight, restrictive, hated tank top off of her body. Nothing was working, everything was in the way, she had to get out of them, she had to! She hissed in annoyance as she yanked at the thin, ribbed fabric once, twice, three times before her frustration overwhelmed her and she grabbed the low-cut collar over her chest with both hand and violently yanked, managing to rip the hated garment down and off and letting her firm B-cups free! She shrugged the tattered remains off of her shoulders as she worked the waistband of her sweats over her slim hips, stumbling slightly as she kicked the fleece off of her legs while tumbling onto the mattress. Leila opened her arms as the agent fell on top of her, her face lifting slightly as Elaine sought out her lips, her little girl body warm beneath her, the scent of her virgin pussy making her crazy, and she too wanted more, so much more, she wanted to surrender herself to this little angel and just teach her how to be a woman while doing whatever she could, whatever she had to do to make love to her eight-year-old angel until the end of time…

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“Mom, they’re here!”

As her daughter called out from downstairs – shouted, really, at a volume that was a bit too loud for an indoor voice – Rebecca felt her pulse quicken in anticipation. They’re here, she quickly typed into the IM chat window. Showtime! She didn’t bother waiting for a reply from her new boss but instead pushed back from the computer, smoothed out the short skirt around her hips, took a deep, shaky breath to settle her nerves, and left the bedroom. Her nerves were understandable… this was perhaps the most important job interview she had ever had in her entire life, after all.

Relax! she told herself as she slowly made her way down the stairs. The rec room is all ready, and SHE said the girls would be ready. She honestly hadn’t expected things to happen as quickly as she did – when she sent the email to whoever it was in charge of the photos and the magazines and the girls, she half-expected not to hear anything and to remain on her own. But almost the moment that she sent the message a chat window had popped up on her computer, and she was speaking face-to-face (so to speak) with HER. She still didn’t know who she was, not exactly… the IM only identified her as someone named ‘Irene Adler’ which she knew from the short little burst of research she did on Wednesday was the name of a fictional character from a Sherlock Holmes story. On Thursday a delivery service had dropped off a large box of things she would need for the party, toys and substances and cameras and dozens of sim cards, along with several pages of instructions detailing what ‘Irene’ expected. If I can pull this off, she mused as she stepped off the stairs and turned towards the front door, then I’ll be able to do so much more! “With so many more girls,” she whispered to herself.

“What was that, Mommy?” Laurie asked.

“Nothing, sweetheart.” Rebecca flashed her daughter a smile and tried to tamp down her nerves. Everything felt so God-damned formal, far more formal than she might have chosen! But ‘Irene’ wanted it that way… “I was just thinking that you look pretty in that outfit.”

Laurie smiled and gave a little twirl, allowing the skirt of her sunshine-yellow cotton dress to flare a little bit as she spun. The dress was new, purchased last night just as the store was about to close when she had been inspired to impress her anonymous patron by showing off her daughter just a little bit. Laurie’s chestnut hair was twisted back into a braid that hung down to just between her shoulder blades, her skin had a freshly-scrubbed pink glow about it, and her outfit made her look so dainty and adorable and frilly and girly! “Thank you for buying it, Mommy,” the twelve-year-old repeated for what felt like the one-hundred-billionth time. “And the shoes, too!” she added as she held her left foot out to display the one-inch heel gracing her foot – a task she accomplished with only the slightest wobble of her right leg as she tried to stay balanced.

“Well, you said that you wanted to look nice for the party, right?” Rebecca asked with a small smile. Her smile grew a little wicked as she peered critically at her daughter. “Or is there a specific person that you want to look nice for, hmm? Perhaps a cute little redhead named Ronnie?” As Laurie blushed deeply her mother laughed. “Oh, I’m just teasing. Just remember not to spend all your time with her tonight!”

“I know,” the tween replied in an exasperated tone as she rolled her eyes. “I’m th’ hostess, ‘n that means I have to spend at least a little time with everyone.”

“That’s right. But don’t worry, I’m here to help.”

“But won’t you be busy filming us all having sex?” Laurie asked as she raised herself up on her tiptoes and peered out through the window of the door.

Rebecca could see the shadows of the first guests on the porch and her response was fortunately forestalled by the doorbell. She wasn’t sure what ‘Irene’ had done… in fact, she still had no idea how the woman could do what she could do. She had just noticed it in Laurie on Thursday and her suspicions were confirmed on Friday – somehow, in some way, her twelve-year-old daughter had become far more easy-going with her sexuality. It was little things like long, lingering glances with smoldering eyes towards other girls, the frank way she talked about eating pussy, and how she was so very aware of her burgeoning body. She’s totally different than she was even last month! her mother thought as she stifled a proud smile. But then Laurie was pulling the door open, and it was time for her to fall into hostess mode…

Standing on the porch, their feminine forms softly illuminated by the bulb above the door, stood Paula and who Rebecca assumed were her daughters. The twenty-something mother flashed her a quick smile as she gripped the strap of her purse, the dark green cocktail dress cut low and the spaghetti straps over her shoulders straining to contain her ample breasts before moving down to cover her abdomen and hips like a second skin, the side of the skirt slit daringly from foot to waist. “Hi, we’re here,” she said brightly with only a hint of a nervous quaver in her voice. “Rebecca, this is Nyssa and Juliana.”

“Nice to see you,” the brunette woman replied as she took a half-step out to give her partner in crime a tiny little hug. “And aren’t you two just adorable!” she added as she turned her attention to the twins. The pair looked identical, mirror images of each other clad in dresses that were a lighter-green version of that worn by their mother. Of course, somebody – probably Paula herself – had to make a few alterations… Unlike their mother’s straining bosom the two nine-year-olds were flat as boards without even a hint of breast, so while the fronts of their dresses plunged halfway to the bottom of their ribs the fabric sat flat on their bodies. Their hair was elegantly coifed, crimson waterfalls that cascaded down over their bare shoulders and across their chests, and their little-girl faces sported light makeup that gave them a mature quality.

“Thank you, Mrs. Pritchard!” the one on the left gushed as she flashed the woman a brilliant smile.

“We’re so happy that you invited us tonight!” the one on the right added in the same exuberant tone.

“Well, I’m glad you could make it! Come on in, Laurie will show you downstairs.” As the twins slipped past her (wobbling just a bit on their heels as their inexperience showed just a bit), Rebecca stepped close to Paula and leaned in. “They are a couple of tasty little things,” she murmured softly.

“They are indeed!” the redhead replied in an equally soft voice, and flashed a proud grin. The pair paused for a moment and watched as Laurie greeted each of the girls with a full body hug and a deep kiss. “They’re already so worked up I honestly thought they’d finger themselves in the car on over!”

“Or each other,” Rebecca shot back with a smirk.

As the trio moved off into the house another tiny figure approached the women on the porch, cutting across the lawn to make a bee-line to the door. She was about the same height as the twins but was a little more rounded, her girlish figure accentuated by the white sleeveless satin dress encircled with a two-inch wide pink bow around the waist that provided just the barest hint of curves, an elegant little-girl look that was only slightly ruined by the pink fairy backpack she clutched in her hands. “Hi!” she chirped merrily as she flicked a loose lock of midnight-black hair over her shoulder and smiled. “I’m Bonnie, I was invited to the party?”

Gazing into the girl’s deep blue eyes, Rebecca felt her heart skip a beat. Oh my… “Well, hello there!” she said as she hid her growing lust behind a kind, friendly mask. “I’m Miss Pritchard, Laurie’s mom. I take it you know Miss Allen?”

“Uh huh.” The brunette almost felt her jaw hit the floor as Bonnie stepped close and gave Paula a deep, soulful kiss that seemed to exude a heat as hot as the sun. “Yum,” the little girl murmured as she stepped back and licked her lips. “Miss Allen ‘n I’ve already fucked,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone. She took a step to the side and offered her lips to Rebecca – an offer the brunette was more than happy to take up. Bonnie tasted sweet, like minty-something, and to her surprise she felt the little girl’s tongue flick against hers for a split-second before the little cheerleader stepped back. “Maybe you ‘n me can fuck too sometime?”

“Uh… sure!” Rebecca managed to force her brain back into gear, giving the raven-haired girl a smile. “How old are you?” she asked curiously.

“’M only eight,” Bonnie replied with a wicked grin. “But don’ worry, I’ve already fucked Nyssa ‘n Juliana ‘n Miss Allen, so I know what I’m doing.”

“O… okay, that’s great!” Rebecca shot Paula a look and saw her own astonishment mirrored in the redhead’s eyes. What the Hell… “Why don’t you head on in?” she suggested, placing her palm between Bonnie’s shoulder blades and gently steering her through the door. “The party’s all set up downstairs, and we’ll be down once everyone else gets here.”

“Okay! See you in a bit!” Bonnie slung the pack over one shoulder and slipped past, giving both women one last bright, innocent smile as she made her way into the kitchen.

“Did you hear that?” Paula whispered as she leaned in close, the confusion apparent in her voice. “Did you hear what she said?”

“Yes, I did,” the brunette replied. “Tell me, have you noticed anything different about your girls lately? Like, in the last week?”

“Yeah! They’re always talking about sex, or walking around naked when they’re at home.” The redhead glanced through the open door and pitched her voice even lower. “And they’re having sex with each other, like every chance they get!”

“Laurie’s like that too,” Rebecca acknowledged. That’s gotta be because of something that woman did, she mused. For a moment she wanted to discuss the changes in their girls a bit more with the only other mother she knew who was in the same boat as she, but movement out of the corner of her eye told her that another guest had arrived and it was time to table the conversation. “Ronnie!” she exclaimed brightly as she greeted the twelve-year old and opened her arms for a hug.

“Hey Miss P.,” the redhead said as she gave the older woman a big hug, and Rebecca wasn’t too surprised to feel the tween’s hands giving her grown-up backside a gentle squeeze. “’N hey Miss A.,” she added as she greeted Paula with hug just as close. “You two both look sexy tonight,” she added as she flashed the pair of them a wicked grin.

“So do you,” Paula remarked. Rebecca had to agree… Even though she was only twelve Ronnie had decided to wear a dress that was obviously designed for a much older girl in mind. Short, sheer, and jet-black, it hugged her girlish curves and left absolutely nothing to the imagination, laying mere inches below the cleft of her thighs and cut in a way that made the AA-cup swells on her chest seem a bit fuller, giving the illusion that the redhead actually had breasts. “That’s a very mature-looking dress,” she remarked as she scanned the girl up and down, making no attempt to hide her interest and pleasure at what she saw.

“Why, this old thing?” Ronnie shot back with a wicked smile that threatened to melt her heart. “This is just my ‘I’m gonna go out and fuck!’ dress.”

“Well, hopefully we can make your dreams come true tonight,” the brunette replied. “Head on in, straight back through the kitchen, and then down the stairs. We’re almost all here, just one more coming, and then we’ll get this party going!”

“Awesome! See you down there!” Giving both women a quick peck on the lips the cheerleader slid past, giving her somewhat narrow ass a little wriggle for their benefit as she slipped inside.

“One more?” Paula asked.

“Yeah. At least, that’s what she said.”

“She?”

“Y’know,” Rebecca replied, nodding in the vague direction of the door. “She. Her.”

“Oh. Oh!” As a look of sudden realization dawned on the redhead’s face Rebecca winced internally. Forgot how stupid she is, the brunette reminded herself. God, I hope she’s of SOME help tonight! “Yeah, I don’t know how she’s doing it,” Paula continued, “but she does manage to get things done, doesn’t she?”

“Yeah. Ulp! And here she… they are.” She had been hoping that Sienna was going to be at the party, but was a bit surprised that her fourteen-year-old sometime lover had arrived with another girl in tow. The pair were as different as night and day – the golden-haired blonde was clad in a knee-length sky-blue dress that looked like something a girl would wear to a junior prom and matching heels that gave her another inch of height, and while she still wore her hair in her trademark pigtails she had added a bit of curl to them, transforming them into twisting ringlets that danced and flowed over her shoulders. Her friend on the other hand was someone new, and for a moment Rebecca was forced to wrack her brain to place her. She was a bit thinner than Sienna, a hair taller, and sported small breasts and a narrow waist that was on display by the form-fitting, flaring black dress that fell to mid-thigh. Her hair was short and platinum blonde, styled in a pixie cut that accentuated her heart-shaped face and delicate makeup job. “And who is this?” she asked the fourteen-year-old with a sneaking suspicion that she already knew the answer.

“Hi Rebecca! Hi Paula!” Sienna exclaimed warmly as she gave each woman a hug. “This is my girlfriend, Jessie. I thought she might have fun tonight!”

Rebecca peered at Jessie for a moment. Something seemed a little bit… off… about the girl. She knew who the fourteen-year-old was by reputation, if the complaints her daughter had reeled off about the Centurion enforcer were accurate. The brunette expected some hulking, aggressive monster – but instead she saw nothing but confusion in the girl’s icy blue eyes. “That should be fine,” she said slowly out of the corner of her mouth as gazed deep into the girl’s face. “Well, Jessie, welcome to the party!” To her surprise the girl didn’t seem to react to her words, didn’t do anything but roll her eyes vaguely in her direction while a tiny, faint moan issued from between her glossy lips. Weird… “I guess we’re all here,” she remarked to the other two, moving to herd everyone inside and feeling her excitement grow at what was to come. “It’s time to get this party started!”

With Sienna and Jessie leading the way downstairs and Paula following closely, Rebecca took a moment to pause on the stairs to take in the scene before her. The lights were low in the rec room giving the entire scene a warm, almost dreamy quality while still being bright enough to see everything clearly. In one corner the stereo system was playing something light and jazzy that she had initially worried about but, once her gaze fell upon the adult way that all the girls were acting, she now felt happy that she had selected. A small table off to the side held refreshments – snacks, chips and pretzels, and bottles of wine – beside which Sienna and Jessie had taken up station. As she watched the short-haired seemed to give herself a little shake, glanced around, and then leaned in to kiss Sienna. A bit closer a large, soft, leather easy chair held both Ronnie and her daughter, the pair making a striking contrast in their dresses and coifed hair as they whispered to each other and shared light, delicate little kisses. Beside them and pushed up against the wall was the matching couch upon which sat Paula’s twins and the delicious little Bonnie, the trio giggling as they shared a private joke. Everything looked exactly like she had imagined it in her head, from the elegance of the girls to the mood lighting to the everything, and she felt a warm wetness growing in her pussy as her thoughts turned much more primal…

“They all look so tasty, don’t know where to start,” Paula remarked quietly. Rebecca glanced down and saw that the redhead had herself paused a few steps down as well, her green eyes darting from girl to girl and her voice thick with lust. “I want to just fuck them all!” she added with an almost feral intensity.

“I know, me too,” Rebecca replied. She wasn’t quite sure why, but for some reason her eyes kept flicking back to Bonnie, lovingly gazing up and down and drinking her eight-year-old body. “But don’t worry, you’ll get your chance,” she added with a smile as she pushed past the buxom redhead and gave her a little pat on the shoulder. “Okay everyone,” she said a bit more loudly as she strode into the center of the room, “I want to thank you all for coming to our little party.”

“I haven’t cum yet, Mommy,” Laurie interrupted with a grin as Ronnie nuzzled her neck. “I still have my dress on!”

“Wise ass,” Rebecca shot back with no heat and a fake glower at her daughter as the three pre-teens on the couch giggled in amusement and even the corners of Jessie’s mouth quirked up. “We all know why we’re here,” she continued as she picked a camera up from the edge of the snack table.

“Yeah, you’re gonna film us having sex!” Nyssa – Juliana? – declared firmly.

“That’s gonna be so cool,” Juliana – Nyssa? – echoed in agreement.

“I… That’s right, I am.” Wow, okay, I’ve GOTTA find out how she does it! “I think it might be a good idea for everyone to introduce themselves,” she continued as she thumbed the power button and focused the lens on the trio on the couch. “Why don’t you tell us a bit about who you are, and maybe give us a bit of a show? Bonnie, let’s have you start.”

Bonnie blushed slightly as she felt both the attention of the other girls and the camera focusing in on her, and she swallowed as she leaned back a little bit. “Uhm, hi,” she said in a shy, musical voice. “M’ name’s Bonnie Landon, ‘n I’m eight years old.” Her blush deepened as she slid her hands down her thighs and took the hem of her dress in her hands, and lifted the silky fabric up, exposing her pale thighs and hairless mound for her audience. “I like it when a girl kisses my pussy,” she added in a slightly embarrassed voice, “’n I love the way I feel when I put a finger in there!”

“She sure does!” remarked one of the twins as she placed a tiny hand on Bonnie’s right thigh.

“Yeah,” added her twin as she mirrored the action on the eight-year-old’s left. “We do it all the time!”

“We love the way she tastes.”

“She tastes real good!”

“You both do, too,” Bonnie interjected as she flashed first one then the other with loving smiles.

“And who are you two?” asked Rebecca as she took a half-step back to bring the redheads into the shot.

“Oh! Sorry.” The one on the right smiled for the camera, reached down, and pulled her own dress up to her waist to expose her hairless slit. “I’m Nyssa Allen, ‘n I’m only nine,” she remarked almost proudly. “And I love fucking Bonnie ‘n my sister!”

“Me too!” Juliana didn’t hesitate to hike up her skirt as well, sitting proudly with her knees spread wide to give everyone a view of her own matching hairless mound. “I’m Juliana Allen, and we three play all the time when we can, ‘n we make each other cum a lot!”

Rebecca darted her eyes back and forth for a second, trying to gauge the reaction of the other girls in the room. Her daughter was gazing at the trio with an almost hunger, while Ronnie was actually stroking herself through her sheer party dress as she stared intently at the little girls. Sienna was hugging Jessie from behind and stroking the teenager’s stiff nipples with her fingertips while she whispered in the pixie-haired blonde’s ear, but the distant, unfocused gaze in the girl’s blue eyes hinted that her thoughts might have been elsewhere. Paula’s face was flushed and her nostrils flared at she stared at her daughters and their friend, her gaze flicking back and forth as she tried to take in all three bare mounds at once. “That’s wonderful,” she murmured softly. “Y’know, there’s still room on the couch,” she suggested as she shot her daughter a glance. “Why don’t you and Ronnie join them?”

“Oh! Okay, Mommy.” Laurie nudged her girlfriend and the pair of them slid off the chair, moving across the carpet to take their seats on the couch as well. “I’m Laurie Pritchard,” her daughter announced proudly as she too lifted her skirt to expose her pussy, “and I’m twelve years old. ‘N I think I’ve slept with almost everyone here, right, Mommy?”

“Well, I know that I have fucked everyone,” Ronnie interrupted. The redhead girl was forced to lift her slim backside up off the cushion and roll her dress up her thighs, taking a moment to situate herself as she settled back down and threw her legs open wide. “I’m Ronnie Glau… Veronica… ‘n I’m twelve too. And I love eating pussy! But,” she added slyly as she glanced across the trio to her girlfriend, “I think the best tasting pussy here is Laurie’s.”

“Oh!” Laurie’s voice contained a tiny hitch as she leaned forward and gave the redhead a beaming smile. “You taste just as good, I love eating you out,” she said in a bright, almost loving voice.

“You both taste good,” a musical voice interrupted, and Rebecca half-turned to take in Sienna and Jessie. “Hi, I’m Sienna Koptau,” the pigtailed blonde announced with an almost hint of pride in her voice, “and this is my girlfriend Jessie Appell. We’re both fourteen. I’ve had sex with everyone here, but I always come back to my sweetheart. Right?” she asked as she cupped the pixie-haired blonde’s tiny breasts and gave a little squeeze.

“F… fuck,” Jessie stammered as she rolled her eyes and seemed to struggle to stay focused. “Fuck… girls,” she finally managed to choke out as she sagged back against her fellow fourteen-year-old, turned her head, and nuzzled the side of her neck.

“Well, tonight you’ll all get to have a taste of each other,” Paula remarked. The buxom redhead stepped into view and smiled for the camera. “Hi, I’m Paula Allen and I’m the mother to both Nyssa and Juliana. I’ve made love to them, and Bonnie, and Ronnie and Sienna. Haven’t had the pleasure of getting busy with Jessie, though,” she added saucily as she eyed the teenager up and down. “But I’m looking forward to having a taste.”

“Well, that’s why we’re all here now, isn’t it?” Rebecca took a split-second to think… there were so many pussies, so many delectable little girls, that she was having trouble staying focused herself! “Why don’t we let the younger girls cum first,” she decided aloud. Reaching forth once more she retrieved a tube of lube from the table and handed it to Paula. “Think you can handle your girls and Bonnie while Sienna takes Ronnie and Jessie takes Laurie?”

“I can try…” The redhead flashed a grateful smile and knelt before the couch, her eyes wide as she took in the pre-teen pussy arrayed before her while unscrewing the cap.

“What’s that, Mommy?” Nyssa asked curiously as she sat up a bit to take a look.

“It’s called lube,” Paula replied as she squirted a thick glob of clear, slick-looking stuff onto the fingers of her left hand. “It helps you put things into your pussies!”

“I don’t have a problem there,” Ronnie snarked with a wicked grin as Sienna knelt before her.

The trio before her giggled nervously, and then Nyssa gasped as Paula smeared the lubricant over her hairless slit. Another squirt, and another smear – this time along Juliana’s tiny hole – and then she twinned her index and middle fingers on both hands and slowly, lovingly slid her stiff digits inside her daughters. The nine-year-olds moaned deep, guttural moans of pleasure as the intruders effortlessly pushed aside their tight pussy lips, and simultaneously they squirmed in their seats as Paula began a slow, easy in-and-out, in-and-out pumping motion as she fingered her daughters. At the same time she pushed her face forward, between Bonnie’s spread thighs and straight into her tiny slit, and the brunette’s moans of lust joined those of her girlfriends to create a gloriously musical symphony that sang in Rebecca’s ears. Sienna smile at Ronnie for a moment before lowering her face to grace her lightly fuzzed mound with a delicate kiss, and then she used one hand to flip her pigtails back over her shoulders as she moved lower to orally feast on the redhead’s cunt. At the other end of the couch Laurie slouched low in her seat, pressing her hips up to help Jessie lap at her pussy, and as she watched Rebecca saw one of the short-haired girl’s hands flash beneath her dress to worry at her own clit.

The air around her filled with the sounds of feminine sighs of pleasure, gasps of surprised happiness, and wet laps as the girls worked to bring satisfaction to their partners. Jessie seemed to shake herself out of her stoned state and fell into depravity as she buried her face between Laurie’s legs like a pig hunting for truffles, nosing and slurping and probing with her tongue as her daughter peered down at the thin fourteen-year-old through slitted eyes, her glossy lips parted as she panted and pinched her own stiff nipples through the sheer fabric of her dress. “She’s eating my cunny, Mommy!” she exclaimed softly in astonishment as she rolled her hips, only to have Jessie wrap her forearms around her thighs to hold her in place as she stabbed her tongue into the brunette’s tween sex. “Ah!” Laurie gasped in pleasure as a smile crossed her lips. “Oh! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Fuck!”

On the other end of the couch Ronnie’s hands flashed down to grab both of Sienna’s pigtails, pulling the elegant girl’s face squarely into her sex as she too peered down her twelve-year-old body, hissing encouragement to the older girl. “That’s it, do it!” the redhead growled in a kitten-like voice as she slid a bit further down and hooked one leg around the blonde’s waist. “Eat me, suck my cunt, do it!” Sienna used one free hand to tug up her skirt to expose her heart-shaped backside and then buried her fingers inside herself while worrying the redhead’s clit with the thumb on her other hand, sending Ronnie into a roiling, trembling motion that seemed to knock all coherent thought out of her mind if her guttural grunts of passion were of any indication.

Between the two couples Nyssa, Bonnie, and Juliana were gasping, moaning, and squirming as Paula used her mouth and fingers to pleasure all three at the same time, and as she filmed Rebecca watched Bonnie and Juliana share a deep, passionate kiss as Nyssa pinched the brunette’s right nipple. “Ah!” Nyssa’s short, sharp gasp of surprise drew her attention and she focused the lens on the nine-year-old as she arched her back. “Oh, fuck!” the little girl cursed.

“Are you gonna cum?” Bonnie panted softly.

“Uh huh!”

“M… me too!” whimpered her twin sister.

“Do it!” Bonnie draped her arms around the sisters’ shoulders, letting her hands dangle down their flat chests and flicking the nearest stiff nipple with her fingertips. She turned her head and, without moving her hips a millimeter away from Paula’s lapping tongue, kissed first Nyssa and then Juliana, her lips fluttering against the teetering girls’ cheeks as the twins shivered and twitched. “Do it, I wanna see you cum!”

“M… me too!” gasped Laurie.

“Just do it,” Ronnie added, her words an almost guttering moan as she trembled beneath Sienna’s tongue. “We all wanna see it!”

The twins didn’t need any more encouragement, and as Paula’s twinned fingers slid inside of them one more time they simultaneously stiffened and arched their backs offering themselves fully to their mother, throwing their heads back and their mouths open in silent screams of pure pleasure. The sight of the pair climaxing combined with their undeveloped pre-teen bodies made Rebecca even wetter, and she had to stifle a moan of frustration that she wasn’t the one tearing orgasms from their bodies.

Even as her baby girls were crashing over the edge Paula did – something – with her tongue, and Bonnie too gasped and arched her back. “Fuck!” the eight-year-old shouted as she crashed back down, and she screwed her eyes shut as she tucked her chin to her chest. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck fuck fuhuhuaaAH!” With a suddenness that shocked her she watched as Bonnie crashed over the edge and into the chasm of her own orgasm, pushing her hips up to press her slit against the redhead’s face. Rebecca heard a splattering wetness, and she crouched down just in time to catch the dribbling wetness flowing down Paula’s chin and soaking into the bodice of her dress.

It was all so lewd, so depraved, so very twisted that Rebecca had to fight the urge to tear off her dress and join in the fun, and instead she panned the camera around, darting from girl to girl as she filmed the action around her. Ronnie’s face was flushed and her breaths came in short, sharp gasps as she trembled and ground her pussy into Sienna’s lapping tongue, while the fourteen-year-old furiously worked her clit as she ate out the redhead. On the floor beside them Jessie almost seemed to lay limp while Laurie lay atop of her, pressing her twelve-year-old slit into the teenagers face as she wormed her own between the blonde’s thighs. Nyssa and Juliana gasped and moaned in musical accompaniment as their mother worked their tiny little clits with her thumbs, all while she used her lips and tongue on the shuddering, whimpering Bonnie. This is perfect! she thought as she darted from scene to scene and the scent of wet pussy and girly-juice filled her nostrils.

Suddenly Laurie gasped a deep gasp of pure shock as Jessie evidently stabbed her tongue deep within the twelve-year-old’s drooling pussy, and she was helpless to stop herself from arching her back. “Gonna cum!” she whined nasally as she collapsed back down. “Gonna cum, I’ll get my dress all messy!”

“D… don’t sweat it,” Ronnie gasped from the end of the couch. “It’s gonna ha… haaaa…” Her trembling grew rougher, more violent, and then she arched her back as she clasped Sienna’s head to her pussy, and the twelve-year-old came with a great guttering moan as she came in the teenager’s mouth. Evidently the taste of the redhead was too much, because just a couple of seconds later Sienna tensed and gave a tiny, adorable little squeak, clasping her thighs around her own stroking fingers as she managed to cum as well.

“Jesus, that’s hot!” Paula’s words tore her attention away from the orgasming pair, and Rebecca saw that Paula had forgotten her duties in favor of peering at the couple next to her. In the few brief moments since she had last paid attention the redhead had pulled her dress off her body and was kneeling almost completely nude except for her thigh-high stockings and heels, her massive breasts hanging freely and jiggling slightly as she worried her fingers into the cleft between her thighs. “See, girls?” she said out of the corner of her mouth as her cheeks flushed. “Girls making each other cum is so the sexiest thing ever!”

Rebecca glanced at the pre-teen trio on the couch and saw that they weren’t even paying attention – Bonnie was kissing Juliana as Nyssa used one hand on herself and the other on the black-haired eight-year-old snuggled next to her. Shit, gotta keep things rolling, she thought as she gave herself a little shake. Hooking the box of sex toys with one foot, she slid it next to the enthralled redhead and gave her bare hip a little nudge with her toe. “Hey, don’t neglect your little girls,” she advised as the startled woman jerked, tore her attention away from Sienna and Ronnie, and glanced up at her with a guilty look. “They’re both hot ‘n horny, and they deserve to cum as hard as anyone here. Why don’t you grab a couple of toys,” she suggested, “and tear their little cunnies open?”

“Oh! Sorry, ‘Becca,” Paula flashed her a grateful smile that seemed to apologize for her sheer stupidity and hummingbird-like attention span, and she twisted to peer down into the box. After only a few moments of choosing she pulled out a pair of vibrators, ten-inch long bullet-shaped hard plastic toys identical except for their colors. Shuffle-crawling across the carpet she gripped the swirled blue one in her left hand and the swirled pink in her right as she settled back into place.

“Wait,” Rebecca quickly blurted as a sudden idea flashed through her mind. Stepping close she extended her arm to Bonnie and, when the shivering eight-year-old placed her tiny hand in her own, pulled her up off the couch. The little girl’s knees almost buckled and Rebecca was forced to help her stand as the eight-year-old stared up at her with a dazed, almost beatific look on her face. “I came,” she whispered in stunned astonishment as Paula nodded with a smile and moved back into position before Juliana and Nyssa. “I came, ‘n my dress got all wet!”

“I know, darling,” Rebecca agreed with a gentle smile. She would make such an adorable lover… “Why don’t you sit down for a bit and recover,” she advised as she steered the staggering girl over to the easy chair next to the couch. “You just watch, and learn a lot more about how to make a girl happy.”

“O… okay, Miss Becca.”

As the pre-teen sagged in her seat Rebecca turned just in time to watch her daughter stiffen as she arched her back and pressed her pussy firmly onto Jessie’s face, and with a mewling gasp of pure pleasure she came. Rebecca zoomed in on Laurie’s face, framing the shot of the twelve-year-old’s slitted eyes, flushed cheeks, and slightly parted lips that gleamed with the teenager’s juices, and she hoped that she managed to catch the girl’s gasping, whimpering moan of animal satisfaction. Her eyes were rolled up into her skull and stayed there for the ten seconds of her orgasm before rolling back down and focusing on her mother with a dazed look. “Mommy,” she whispered as a tiny little shudder ran through her body, “she made me cum!”

“I can see that.” Rebecca helped the wobbly tween off of Jessie’s face and then glanced down at the teenager. The fourteen-year-old stared up at the ceiling through unfocused eyes, laying limply on the carpet like a marionette whose strings had been cut and motionless except for the gentle rise and fall of her tiny breasts as she breathed. “Are you okay?” she asked as a flash of concern arced through her mind.

Jessie didn’t respond right away but simply lay there, but after a second or two she turned her head and focused in on the woman filming her. “Wanna cum,” she muttered weakly. The blonde girl licked Laurie’s juices off her lips and let her legs fall open, her arms moving weakly as she brought them up to the cleft between her thighs. “Wanna cum,” she repeated as she squirmed and stroked her clit, “need to cum!”

Rebecca shot her daughter a look out of the corner of her eye. “Did Jessie cum yet?” she asked.

“Uh… no, Mommy, not yet,” Laurie replied with a hint of guilt in her voice.

“Well then,” her mother replied in a tone that seemed to hint that she wouldn’t accept anything but total agreement, “why don’t you find something in the toy chest and make her cum?”

“O… okay, Mommy.”

As Laurie crawled over to the box she stripped off her sweat-soaked dress to bare her entire developing body Rebecca glanced around… and her eyes fell squarely on Sienna. The girl sat on the floor with her legs splayed open in a very unladylike manner as she worked her own dress up and off her body, and the woman was struck at how elegant the teenager appeared even nude. “Sienna,” she called softly as the girl tossed the wadded garment over her shoulder.

“Yes ma’am?” the fourteen-year-old asked with a brilliant, beautiful smile that sent a shudder of lust shooting through her body.

“Why don’t you come over here and help Laurie make Jessie cum?”

“Yes ma’am!” There was no hesitation as Sienna crawled across the carpet on hands and knees to her girlfriend. Leaning over she graced Jessie with a loving kiss for a moment before she turned her attention to lapping the remains of Laurie’s pussy juices off the teenager’s face. “Yummy,” she murmured happily as she ran her tongue along the dazed blonde’s face.

“So horny,” Jessie mumbled as she spread her thighs a bit wider and dipped two fingers inside her sex. “Wanna cum!”

“Me too,” Sienna replied with a smile. “I wanna cum again!” She lowered her voice and blushed as she leaned in close, and Rebecca was forced to lean in herself so as not to miss a thing. “Will you eat my pussy?” the elegant girl asked quietly.

“O… okay.”

Sienna smiled as she raised herself upright and carefully maneuvered herself over Jessie’s face, making sure not to pull on her lover’s hair as she placed her knees on either side of the teenager’s skull. Gingerly she lowered her hips down but the fit blonde surprised her by lifting her head and fastening her lips onto the elegant girl’s pussy with a ferocity that surprised her and Sienna squeaked with a giggle as she felt Jessie’s tongue stab into her teenage pussy. At the same time Rebecca became aware of a presence next to her, and she looked down to see her own daughter squatting as she dug through the box of toys. “Can I use this on her, Mommy?” Laurie asked as she peered up at her with wide eyes and pulled out a long, thick strap-on dildo.

She wasn’t sure why but the idea of her twelve-year-old baby girl making the tough girl take the huge faux-cock made her hot, and Rebecca smiled encouragingly down at her hopeful daughter. “Sure, that’s an excellent idea!” she remarked. “Step into the harness,” she advised as she knelt and filmed Laurie pulling on the black contraption, “and make sure that it’s on tight. No, like this…” Transferring the camera to her left hand she tugged at the straps, making sure that the device was snug around Laurie’s slim hips and tugging to make sure it was secure. “Just make sure you use lots of lube,” she advised with a smile, “and make sure it goes in deep and hard, you want her to really feel it!”

“Okay!” Laurie’s innocent smile took on a bit of a feral mien as she picked up a tube of lubricant, and Rebecca herself smiled indulgently as she turned her attention back to the couch. Paula’s eyes were hard and glittering as she used both hands to run the softly buzzing vibrators up her daughters’ tight, tiny, hairless pussies, her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth as she concentrated. Both Nyssa and Juliana squirmed in lust-fueled discomfort, lost in the throes of their individual passions and moaning softly as they kissed. Rebecca moved forward a bit and focused the camera on their adorable faces, taking in the flashes of tongue and the whimpering wet smacks as the nine-year-olds feasted on each others’ lips, and then panned down their half-clad bodies, past the wadded-up dresses around their waists to their bare mounds. “Do it slowly,” she quietly advised the pair’s mother. “I wanna make sure I get the shot.”

“’K.” Paula shot her a quick smile over her shoulder, and then turned her attention back to her daughters. The buxom redhead leaned in and graced their clits with a light, gentle, almost loving kiss, first one and then the other, and then she settled back on her heels as she moved the tips of the dildos into position. Rebecca was surprised to see that the woman had selected a pair of rather large toys – they were thick (if she had to guess, she’d say that they were easily an inch-and-a-half in diameter) and ten inches long, looking almost as if they were as big as a little girl’s forearm – and she wondered for a instant if Paula had overestimated the girls’ abilities, but her doubts vanished almost as quickly when the gleam of the nine-year-olds’ pussies told her that the woman had used more than enough lube on her girls to get the job done. The twins whimpered in an almost musical accompaniment as their mother increased the pressure, and Rebecca was helpless to stop herself from moaning with lust as she watched the bulbous heads of the faux-cocks shove aside their slick, hairless lips and slide inside. Nyssa and Juliana squirmed in unison, their moans rising in both pitch and volume as their cunnts stretched wide, and with an almost suddenness and an imaginary pop that she was sure was only in her imagination their tight little holes surrendered and allowed the intruders inside. Beside them Ronnie’s eyes were hard and glittering as she watched the impalement of the lust-crazed twins, and when she flicked her gaze up and her orbs met Nyssa’s she leaned forward and graced the gasping, sobbing girl with a deep kiss as her own hand darted between her legs.

A muffled sob at her feet tore her attention from the twins’ violation and back to the other threesome. Jessie’s legs were spread so wide that her knees actually touched the carpet on either side of her ribs, held their by Laurie’s palms as the twelve-year-old used the leverage of her position to thrust her hips forward and ram the thick strap-on dildo deep into the teenager’s pussy, and Rebecca was struck by the wonderful image of the tall, lean fourteen-year-old being fucked by her daughter. At the same time Sienna moaned and trembled as she knelt on her friend’s face, and the elegant blonde held the edge of the side table with one hand to keep her balance while the other firmly gripped one of Jessie’s tiny A-cup breasts. Rebecca focused in tight on Jessie’s mouth as she worked her tongue into Sienna’s peach-fuzzed pussy and then panned down to Laurie pounding the dildo in and out, in and out of the helpless teenager’s pussy, and she was struck by the sheer hotness of the scene.

Behind her a low, rhythmic grunting informed her that Bonnie was also hard at work, and she turned her camera just in time to see the most beautiful sight she had ever witnessed. The eight-year-old had slid down in the chair until her backside was half-off the seat, and her heels were carefully balanced on either side to let her legs loll open wide. Her fingertips were a furious blur on her clit as her wide, lust-crazed eyes flicked from girl to girl, trying to watch everyone at the orgy all at the same time, her face was flushed with effort and her lips parted slightly to let her tiny little gasping moans escape as she pleasured herself. She focused in on the pre-teen’s slick-looking pussy and was rewarded for her attention as a tiny, thin dribble of girly-juice leaked from the brunette girl’s slit and dribbled down to the carpet below. It was the look of pure joy on the girl’s face that did it, and Rebecca immediately felt her walls crumble as she instinctively succumbed to her lusts…

She placed the camera on the edge of the snack table (making sure to have the lens wide to capture all the participants at the same time) and let it run as she slinked over to tower above the girl. “That’s it, baby,” she whispered in a lover’s voice as she stroked the side of the pre-teen’s head, “finger your pussy, stick them inside!”

Bonnie didn’t hesitate but immediately did so, and Rebecca shivered as two of the girl’s fingers vanished for a split-second as they darted inside her body and back out again, a tiny spatter of Bonnie-juice spraying out at the split-second motion. “Yes,” the eight-year-old whimpered as she did it again, luxuriating in the sensations coursing through her pre-teen body. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” she chanted, each plunge forcing her trembling body to squirt a little more, filling the woman’s ears with the wet squelches of her cunny and her nostrils with the scent of little-girl pussy.

“Do it,” Rebecca encouraged as she lost herself to the sight. “Do it, be nasty, be as nasty as you want! Do you like seeing all the girls fucking each other, sweetheart?”

“Uh huh!” Bonnie’s tiny little nipples were so hard that they poked through the silky top of her dress and Rebecca couldn’t resist flicking them with her fingertips, an act that tore a gasping whimper from the pre-teen’s mouth. “I can’t… believe that… they’re all taking… those big things… in their cunnies!” she managed to choke out, her words thick with lust as she fingered her hairless slit and the sensations roiled through her little-girl body.

Rebecca followed the eight-year-old’s gaze and felt her own pussy slick at the tableau before the pair. Paula’s face was a firm mask of determination as she knelt before the couch, knelt before her girls with the bases of a pair of thick eight-inch dildos gripped in her hands as she furiously worked them in and out, in and out of her daughters’ stretched-wide pussies. The twins were almost writhing in sexual torment, gasping every time the toys plunged deep within their pre-teen bodies and moaning deep, guttural moans of animal lust as the shafts slid back out as they arched their backs and offered themselves fully to their mother. As she watched Ronnie leaned in and fastened her lips on Nyssa’s right nipple, suckling the younger girl’s stiff pokie for a moment before taking it between her teeth and tugging slightly, a maneuver that tore a sob of pained pleasure from between the nine-year-old’s lips. A musical grunt, whine and squelch, each sound timed exactly, pulled her attention past the couch to the floor beside, where she watched Laurie’s flat, tween backside pumping forward and back, forward and back, using her hips to ram the thick, heavy ten-inch strap-on fully into Jessie’s painfully-stretched cunt, and the tough-looking fourteen-year-old could do nothing but lay there helplessly as she submitted herself totally to the twelve-year-old pinning her to the floor and pounding her into submission while her elegant, naked, and sexually crazed girlfriend ground her own slit into the pixie-haired girl’s face. “Girls can do that,” she replied to the astonished little girl. “It feels really good when you fill up your pussy like that! Do you want me to put a big thing in your cunny?” she asked as her heart pounded in her chest.

Bonnie blushed and shook her head. “Uh uh,” she replied in a small, quiet, almost fearful voice. “I wan’… you to… lick my pussy… please?” she begged.

Rebecca didn’t answer, but instead just gave the little girl a smile. Leaning forward she gave Bonnie a deep, upside-down kiss, and then let her fingers glide across the eight-year-old’s flat chest as she moved around to kneel in front of her. Oh my GOD, she wondered as she gentle spread the brunette’s knees apart and let her gaze fall upon the hairless slit before her, she looks so tasty! Gently she stroked Bonnie’s clit with her thumb as the girl moaned, and then she used her fingers to spread her open. The pre-teen’s pussy looked shiny and glossy and pink, the color of chewed bubblegum, and she couldn’t help herself but give a little moan of pleasure as she leaned in and ran her tongue up through the slickness before her, shuddering slightly at the sheer deliciousness of the brunette’s girly-juice. Bonnie responded perfectly, shivering and giving a tiny, adorable little moan as the older woman wormed her tongue inside the delicate folds of the girl’s sex.

Even though she was intoxicated by the sight, the scent, the tasted, the feel of the eight-year-old splayed out before her, Rebecca became aware of a presence. She managed to roll her eyes to the side and realized that Ronnie had taken over her duties to film the party, and was focusing the lens of the camera squarely on both the woman’s face and the pre-teen feast in the chair. Thank you, she tried to mentally send the redheaded tween, the corners of her eyes crinkling slightly as she flashed the girl a quick smile before turning all of her attention back to the delectable little girl. Using the fingers of her left hand she gently spread Bonnie open even further, pulling the smooth, hairless pussy lips apart to get even more access to the wonderful glistening pink flesh within.

“Oh God, Miss Pritchard,” the young brunette gasp/moaned, her words light and quavering as she trembled before the woman. “Your tongue feels so good in my cunny!” The little girl almost seemed to melt in the chair, slumping down even lower (a position that gave Rebecca even easier access to her pussy) and let her legs loll all the way open, her heels resting on the nude woman’s shoulders. “You’re gonna make me cum!” she whimpered as trembled. Bonnie’s fingers fluttered down to stroke her hair, to gently hold her head and place and encourage the older woman to do more, to give her even more pleasure.

Rebecca was only too happy to oblige, worming her tongue as deep within the girl’s folds as she could – while at the same time she brought her other hand up, carefully maneuvering her index finger between the eight-year-old’s ass cheeks to press against the girl’s tight, puckered asshole. Bonnie gasped and stiffened, and without warning her hips convulsed as she came with a whimpering cry. Rebecca opened her mouth and drank deep of the thick, musky girly-cum flowing from deep inside the girl, guzzling down the deliciously heady drink with a tiny little moan of her own. She tastes SO GOOD! she acknowledged, far better than any other girl – even her own daughter – had ever tasted, and she felt a tiny part of herself falling in love.

As she sat back on her heels Ronnie circled around to stand behind Bonnie, a wicked smile on her tween face as she leaned in to focus on Rebecca’s face. The woman felt the burning need of her own, a pure sexual desire that had been fueled not only by the sheer amount of nude flesh she had seen but her feelings for the shivering, half-stunned eight-year-old before her. “Bonnie, sweetheart,” she said softly, surprised at just how unsteady her words sounded in her own ears. “Can you do me a favor?”

“Uh huh,” Bonnie slurred, focusing her slightly glassy blue eyes on the woman kneeling before her. “I’ll do anything, anything you want!”

“Can you lick my cunt just like I licked yours?” Please say yes, oh please…

A flash of uncertainty cut through the post-orgasmic bliss on the little brunette’s face, and an adorable little crease formed between her eyes as she furrowed her brow. “You were really good, I’m nowhere near as good as you,” she admitted as she slowly slid back up to a seated position, ran her palms over her sweat-slicked body one last time, and shrugged her tiny shoulders. “I dunno, I can try…”

Rebecca graced the eight-year-old with a gentle, reassuring smile. “You’ll do fine,” she said as she stroked the inside of the girl’s thigh. “I can teach you what you need to know.”

She lay back as Bonnie slid out of the chair, feeling the rough carpet lightly scratch her back as she let her legs fall open. The little girl seemed mesmerized by the sight of her pussy – the thick, slightly puffy lips swollen with her sheer lust, the tiny little strip of dark brown hair that almost seemed to point directly at her stiff, throbbing clit, her middle-aged body laid out before the girl in an invitation to do what they both know she should do. She smiled in encouragement and let her head rest on the floor as Bonnie lay between her legs, her hair tickling the insides of her thighs and her warm breath washing over her sex. Oh my God, she thought as she felt the eight-year-old spread open her cunt with her fingertips, this girl is perfect! She couldn’t believe the emotions roiling through her soul, an adoration and desire that she couldn’t remember feeling for anyone else ever before, not even for Laurie. I want her, I want to have her forever!

And the second that Bonnie’s stiff, tentative tongue made contact with her hyper-sensitive clit every inhibition and doubt she had ever possessed vanished, and she surrendered herself fully to the emotions she knew were right.