What little girls are made of...

Copyright 2005 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.

Synopsis: A dominant mother and her cruel lover play with nine-year-old Heather in the best, worst ways imaginable
Story Codes: F/F, FF/g, Lesbian, Rom, FemDom, Abuse, Incest, Violent, Oral, Anal, Mast, Toys, Police Brutality

Note: This is not a friendly love story. Read the codes!

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Veronica, Heather, and Me
             by rache

 

I sat in the kitchen studying when Veronica returned home from work. We'd been neighbors only a short time, but we'd immediately formed a strong friendship and even a trust, not usually found in big cities. This was most evidenced by the fact that the older woman had asked me to watch her daughter, Heather, on those occasional evenings that she had to work late.

That didn't bother me though, my course load at college left little room for any real social life, and studying in Veronica's apartment wasn't all that different from studying in mine. Besides, Heather was pretty cute for a little munchkin of only nine. That was probably my real reason for accepting the babysitting job. I've always known I was a lesbian, but since I'd grown older and more mature, I'd also come to realize that younger girls, preteens like Heather, held a special attraction for me.

So you'll understand that earlier, when I'd given Heather her bath, it had taken all the willpower I could muster to keep my hands chaste, even if my thoughts were anything but. I'd soaped the girl's body gently, ignoring her protests that she was old enough to take a bath by herself, and washed her hair, and done my best not to kiss the child's sweet petulant mouth. Somehow I doubted that Heather's mother, my new friend Veronica, would understand.

"Hi Rachael." Veronica smiled and gave a little sigh, obviously glad to be home.

She looked beautiful too, like her daughter all grown up, which was to be expected I suppose. Taller than me, like almost six foot or something, and toned, but not skinny. She spent a lot of time at the swimming pool our complex had, and I wasn't the only one who had admired her body. Everyone, especially the men, noticed Veronica when she went for a swim, but she seemed totally oblivious to their looks and attempts at conversation.

Veronica had lush, full breasts that I truly envied. Long legs and a high, pert ass that moved in just the right way when she walked by. She wore a real bikini too, not a one piece, and there was no proof that I could see of the woman ever having a child. Her tummy was taut and defined, like the rest of her. If she'd pushed herself just a bit more it would have been too much, too muscular, but as she was, it was perfect. I would get wet just watching her lay there in the sun.

I'm shorter, just 5'2" and in pretty good shape myself. I run a lot, swimming is fun, but it wears me down. So I have a runner's body, strong legs and serious calves. A small round butt and narrow hips. My breasts are small, but I don't mind so much. It just means I can usually go braless. They're perky, I guess you could say, especially my nipples. Long and dark and itching all the time, they make me a little self conscious, I admit, so unless I want to impress someone I tend to dress in darker colors, as if I could hide them. I'm Asian anyway though, well, half Asian, so most people look at my face first, trying to guess where I'm from. That gives me time to cross my arms if I have to.

Anyway, I was happy to see Veronica and I smiled up at her as she entered the kitchen.

"Hi, Veronica." I couldn't help but give her the look, the old up and down, take it all in and sigh, routine. Even dressed out in her rather unflattering patrolmen's uniform, she was gorgeous.

That's the other reason I was doubly sure I didn't do anything with Heather: Veronica was a cop with the 4th precinct, the bad part of town, and she always pulled a lot of overtime. Watching her undo her utility belt, with the handcuffs, nightstick, bullet clips, and most especially the big black gun, I knew I didn't want her mad at me. No way!

She set her belt down with a heavy awkward clunking sound on the table near my books and sort of surprised me by undoing the buttons on her blouse. I'd sat for Heather a bunch of times by then, and I'd always pretty much just said goodnight when Veronica got home. I probably should have been doing that now, but I didn't. I just sat there looking at her.

"What a long day." She had unbuttoned the shirt all the way to her trousers and I could see the lace of her black bra, contrasting nicely against the swell of her creamy white breasts. "How was Heather?"

It took me a second to realize that she'd asked me a question and I guess it showed. I could feel my face reddening as I tore my eyes from Veronica's breasts. She'd pulled her shirt out of her pants, so it hung from her shoulders, revealing and hiding bits of her body every time she moved.

"Uh, oh...Heather." I licked my lips. "She was fine, really uh...fine."

"Good," Veronica said, smiling at me and I thought I saw something there. But I was afraid to even imagine it. "She's been acting up lately, I don't know." She was reaching up as if to unpin her long ash blonde hair. It looked darker when it was up like that, down by the pool it looked like a golden silk halo. "Can you get this for me, Rachael? A girl at the precinct did it and..." She made a face and I smiled.

"Oh, sure." I practically jumped out of the chair, or so it seemed, and I had to tell myself to slow down.

I've never been good at first encounters, at having a crush on someone and doing something about it, you know? In high school I'd fumbled through a couple quick and clumsy explorations with two different girls. In college I'd been picked up a few times, but by women much older, much more experienced than I was. I desperately wished I knew how to do it, how to make a move with Veronica that wouldn't get me laughed at, or worse, kicked out the door.

She turned around and I moved behind her, reaching up to remove the bobby pins in her hair. She smelled so nice, you have no idea. Not clean, but not dirty either. It was a natural odor, from a woman who'd been working. It was her sweat and the musky scent of her skin and even, if I dared imagine, her sex, trapped for so many hours in the confines of her uniform. I just breathed Veronica in with all of my senses while my fingers worked as slowly as I thought I could get away with. I wanted to stay close to her as long as possible.

I was suddenly surprised though when Veronica turned around, without a word of warning and I found myself with my arms above her shoulders, holding long soft strands of her hair, and looking into her eyes. I didn't know what to do. I was frozen by it.

"Shhh...It's okay, Rachael," she whispered, putting her arms around my waist. "I know you like me." And then she was kissing me. Softly at first, more softly than anyone had ever kissed me before, and her tongue, just the tip, caressed my lips and I opened for her.

I yielded myself completely, bringing my hands down to her shoulders and then lower, to the woman's back. Veronica pulled me closer, kissing me deeper, more urgently, and I could feel her breasts, the lace pattern of her bra, pressing against my own through the thin t shirt I wore. Her hands found my ass, squeezing me hard and I moaned, sucking her tongue and teasing it with mine. It was delicious, she tasted so wonderful, like strawberries, and I marveled at that.

I don't know how long we kissed, for hours? Or mere seconds? I have no way of telling, it seemed an eternity and then it was over, just as quickly as it had started. I was breathless, panting and biting my lower lip. All I could do was stare up at her. Anything I might have thought to say was unnecessary, superfluous to the moment. Her hands were still on my butt, gripping me through the soft denim of my jeans, and pulling my hips to hers.

"What do you want, Rachael?" Veronica asked, smiling again, teasing me I think and I didn't know how to answer her. "Do you want me to make love to you?" The woman prompted, arching an eyebrow playfully.

"Oh, God yes..." I nodded and swallowed thickly.

"Then tell me that," she demanded, chiding me, giving me a small torment to punish my inexperience. How easy this must have been for her, I thought, to seduce me so completely.

"I..." I licked my lips again, feeling parched and desperate to taste her once more. "I want you to make love to me, Veronica." I whispered.

"Then I will, Rachael." She kissed me, just on my nose, playfully. "I promise."

And then she was turning me around, pulling my back to her stomach, to her breasts. Her hands went to my t shirt, finding my own smallish tits and my hard, burning nipples. Veronica massaged them, hard at first and then softly, until at last she pinched my nipples through the cotton fabric, pulling and twisting and making me arch my back and gasp.

"Tell me about Heather." Her mouth was on my ear, her breath hot and humid and bringing goose bumps to my flesh.

"W What?" My mind was reeling. Heather? What about her? I'd done nothing with her, said nothing. My secret longing for the girl was safe, I was certain. But Veronica knew, somehow. The woman knew what I was feeling for her daughter and what did that mean? What was she going to do? Should I lie to her? All those thoughts and more flashed with panic through my mind, overwhelming me in combination with Veronica's hands and mouth.

"Tell me, Rachael." Veronica's fingers felt as if they would tear my nipples away from my body. The pain was excruciating, and yet beneath that, I'd never felt so good in my life. "Tell me, did you fuck my little girl?" Her tongue slipped into my ear, swirling around, coaxing me to confess everything. How could I not?

"N No...No, I didn't..." I moaned.

"But you wanted to, didn't you?" Veronica had stopped pinching, and was now pressing her palms flat against my breasts and pushing down hard, pulling me against her. It was a new and deliberate sensation that threatened to buckle my knees.

"Yesssss..." I hissed, sagging so that only Veronica's strength kept me on my feet. I groaned at my admission, certain that this woman would let me go, drop me and watch me crawl out of her apartment. I was so nearly in tears right then, my emotions completely at odds with what I felt physically.

"Shhh...Quiet now." Veronica's hands were gentle again, and she held me to her easily. One arm around body, just beneath my breasts, and the other down, so that her hand cupped my sex through my denim pants. I could feel the pressure there, the wetness of my excitement leaking beneath her indistinct fingers.

"I'm sorry..." I whispered, but she paid it no mind. Veronica could feel the heat of my vagina, burning through my clothes. My whole body was bathed with sweat and I prayed she would just let me go. I felt humiliated, admitting my attraction to Heather. It was unbearable.

"No, no..." Veronica said. "I just wanted to know for sure." She kissed my cheek, my neck, and murmuring to me. "I want to see you fuck her." Her hand worked inside the waistband of my jeans, into my panties and I instinctively spread my legs, trying to give her more room.

"What?" I could barely speak and my mind was trying to understand what Veronica was saying. I turned my head, wanting to look at her suddenly, although still fearful of what I might see.

She caught me then, her fingers finding my moist cunt and slipping one crookedly inside. It was a brief discomfort which I immediately forgot. My wetness rained across her hand and I could feel it soaking into the denim. At the same instant, Veronica's mouth found mine once again, and this time it was my tongue, pushing into her mouth. I felt the sharp hardness of her teeth, her smooth gums, the flicking muscle of her tongue. She fingered me slowly, working her palm against my clitoris until I could barely stand it. I worked blindly at my pants, unbuttoning them and forcing the zipper down, trying to get the damp material down my thighs without breaking our kiss, or interrupting Veronica's fingers.

The woman made quick use of the new freedom, slipping another finger inside and stretching the plump swollen lips of my cunt. I was gushing, with small orgasms already rippling though the center of my being. This couldn't go on, I thought, I had to sit, or lie down, or something. My legs could barely hold me up any longer. And I wanted to touch her as well, to feel Veronica's sex under my fingers, under my tongue. I was aching to taste this woman, to demonstrate my love. But she held me. Veronica, tall, strong, and beautiful Veronica, holding me and making me cum for her.

When we broke our kiss, both of us breathing heavily, Veronica spoke again. "I love my daughter." She rubbed my clit with her thumb, sending shivers along my spine. "More than a mother should. I wanted to be sure you love her too, Rachael. I didn't mean to frighten you."

Her eyes were searching mine and all I could do was nod.

"She won't understand..." Veronica said, speaking slowly, as if searching for the right words. "At first. We might have to...encourage her."

"Yeah," I breathed and rocked my hips slightly, grinding my sex down on Veronica's digging fingers. "She's innocent." I said, trying to show the woman I understood.

"Yes." She was nodding too, smiling. "She is innocent... We have to punish her, Rachael." She pulled her hand away slowly, bringing her fingers to her mouth and I moved aside, leaning against the counter next to Veronica.

"For her innocence." I agreed in a barely audible voice, my mind reeling at the possibilities.

"You're so pretty." she said, turning her attention back to me, reaching out to stroke my flushed cheek. "I couldn't wait any longer. I've wanted you so badly, Rachael." And she kissed me so that all I could do was express my same feelings silently, eagerly, with my mouth on hers.

My jeans were down around my ankles, my small white panties matted and wet and clinging to shape of my swollen sex. Even my thighs were damp, glistening with my juices and I didn't remember ever having gotten so wet from just a fingering before. I moved slowly, while Veronica watched, removing my jeans completely. I pulled my t shirt off too, pausing only to see if the older woman would stop me. I left my panties on and turned with only a hint of shyness, asking Veronica if she wanted me to undress her.

"Take off my trousers." She smiled and stroked my hair as I slipped down to my knees in front of her. The kitchen floor was cool and hard but I barely noticed it.

I undid the thin leather belt she wore, the normal one that didn't carry all her equipment, and slowly unfastened her dark blue pants. I could smell her now, the distinct musk of her aroused sex. She'd gotten wet too, I realized, and that perhaps more than anything else kept me true to my task. I unzipped her pants, vaguely surprised at the black lace of her panties as they came into view. One just never suspects what a policeman, or woman, is wearing under their uniform. I undressed her slowly, teasing both of us with the deliberateness of such a simple act. Down her thighs, those wonderful smooth legs, and past the knees. She stepped out of the legs easily, with her hands on my shoulders. She was wearing socks too, little anklet sport socks and that made me smile, but what did I expect really? Barefoot in those heavy leather shoes she wore? I removed them as well, massaging her feet and doing my best to ignore the wisps of soft brown hair visible through the lace of her panties.

Veronica's pussy was bare inches from my mouth and as I rubbed her feet I stared at it. I waited and waited until it was unbearable. I leaned forward and Veronica helped me, doubtless as eager as I. She pulled me gently until I could just kiss the spot above her slit, pressing my lips to the intricate pattern that hid her away from me. I ran my hands along her legs, up the back of her thighs and to her soft generous hips. I caught her panties with my fingers and eased them down slowly, her ass first and then the front. I kissed and licked at her stomach, around her belly button and down. I dragged my teeth across the soft swell above her sex and when her panties slipped fully away, I gazed at the hard pink nub of Veronica's clitoris, the deep folds of her labia that hung down slightly between her thighs. Her pubic hair was sparse, very fine and thin and hid nothing from my view.

"Kiss me now..." Veronica groaned, more than spoke, and thrust her hips forward, her fingers in my hair and guiding my mouth to her sex. "Oh, Christ yes, Rachael..." She sighed. "Lick me..."

And so I did, my own fingers digging into the warm strong flesh of her ass, while I worked my mouth over her clitoris. I'd wasted enough time, I wanted to make her feel good immediately, I wanted her cumming the way she'd done me just a few minutes before. I licked and kissed and suckled the hard little bit of flesh, teasing it and pinching it between my lips. I licked lower as well, working my tongue across the woman's labia, her juicy lips, swollen and rubbery when I took them in my mouth. I nibbled and sucked them, shaking my head at times as if I were an animal, tearing at the woman gently.

"Ohhh...God!" she moaned, over and over. Her fingers dug into my scalp, or coiled in my hair, as if she might pull it out by the roots. "I can't wait to see you with Heather...Fuck my little girl...fuck her..."

She was cumming quickly, and not just one good one, or a whole bunch of little ones like I'd had. Veronica was having great spasms, one after another and she slid down to sit on the floor, her legs spread and I lay down on my tummy to accommodate her. I tongued her relentlessly, drinking her juices and marveling at the taste of the woman. She was so good like that, sweet and tangy and salty and fresh. I couldn't get enough, I'd never get enough of Veronica's cunt. It was only when she'd had enough, when Veronica's clit had become so sensitive that just my breath was enough to give her pain, that I relented and let her push me away. She'd been crying, I realized with some surprise and alarm, but she assured me that it was okay.

"I only cry when it's good, Rachael," she said some minutes later, cradling me to her breasts. "It's been so long since it's been that good. So long..."

We made love again that night, slow and passionate, in Veronica's bed. And we spoke. About she and I and what we were doing, and about Heather. Most especially about Heather. The next time I babysat the precious girl, it was going to be very different for all of us.

= == =part two

In fact it was already different and I was slightly worried that following morning. It was a Saturday, at least, which meant we could all sleep in. I imagine Heather was up bright and early, watching cartoons and eating way too much chocolate flavored sugar frosted cereal, in the American tradition. But for Veronica and I, we were exhausted, I think, having spent much of the night discovering everything we could about each other. It was my first real sex, everything else, everything that I'd done with other girls before Veronica paled in comparison. She took my virginity, if not physically, then certainly emotionally, and I loved her completely for it.

I woke up cradled in her arms, laying on my back and Veronica on her side, facing me. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of her, the feel of her breath on my cheek, the weight of her leg over my thighs. I could feel the silky soft fur of her bare sex, slightly damp still, and sticky against my hip. It was heavenly and only the growing pressure in my bladder forced me to move, slowly and carefully, out of the bed and into the small bathroom adjoining.

The hot shower felt good and I washed myself slowly, inevitably giving in to the urge to masturbate. I tried to recall everything that we'd said and done the night before, every sensation, every thought. I rubbed my sex under the warm spray, feeling inside, remembering the way Veronica's fingers had felt, her tongue fucking inside me. I leaned against the tiles, spreading my legs and playing with my breasts at the same time. She'd loved my small breasts and long nipples, biting and sucking them, making me moan and cry out so loudly I thought I'd wake the whole neighborhood.

I soon had myself on the brink of orgasm and I was moving my whole body, sliding my ass up and down against the wall, fucking my fingers as I twisted and turned them inside, my thumb playing across my clit. Only later, afterwards, when my head began to clear and my heart slow, did I realize Veronica was watching me. She was sitting on the toilet, rubbing her own lovely slit and staring at me.

I smiled somewhat sheepishly, being completely unaccustomed to sharing a bathroom, let alone such a private experience. Veronica smiled too, almost laughing and asked me if I'd mind some company. What a silly question and I wondered if it were possible to have too much sex. We didn't leave that bathroom until we'd both cum three or four times, I think. It was the longest shower I'd ever had in my life and it left me invigorated and tired all at the same time. I was giddy and smiling and laughing. Life was so perfect right then.

Veronica found me a robe I could use, a bit long for me, but that was okay. It was soft and pink and it smelled like Veronica. I hugged it around my naked body, not even bothering with underwear, since I had none clean anyway. Veronica slipped on a pair of plain white panties and a big t shirt with Minnie Mouse on it, and together we walked towards the kitchen.

I suppose I wasn't really sure of what to expect. We'd talked about Heather, of course, but those words seemed so distant when I confronted the reality of seeing the girl. Part of me wondered if I hadn't just imagined it all, the things Veronica had suggested regarding her own daughter. But I didn't have the woman's sense of confidence either. I was only 19 and just starting to find my way, Veronica was older, stronger. She knew what she wanted and took it, the way she'd taken me.

"Heather, can you come into the kitchen for a sec, baby?" Veronica smiled at me and I kind of widened my eyes a little.

"Yeah, Mom?" The nine year old appeared, still dressed in her little nightgown, all pink and blue with little kittens printed on it. Her blonde hair was one big tangle, and she was so adorable like that.

"I want to tell you something..." Veronica started, but Heather noticed me and interrupted.

"Did Rachael sleep here last night?" I couldn't tell if she was surprised or not, she spoke so innocently.

"Yes she did," She moved closer to me, putting her arm around my waist. "And that's what I want to tell you. Rachael is mommy's special friend now. She's going to be sleeping here a lot." Veronica looked at me. "If she wants to."

I nodded quickly and smiled.

"Okay, Mom." Heather just shrugged, like it was no big deal.

Then Veronica really surprised me, turning me just a little and slipping her hand inside my robe, squeezing my left breast and kissing me deeply. I caught Heather from the corner of my eye, the little girl standing there, watching as her mother fondled and kissed another woman. I wasn't sure how to react, but I had to yield to the kiss and my own hands moved down and then up, under Veronica's t shirt. We kissed hard at first and then Veronica pulled away slightly, so that our tongues would be plainly visible to her daughter, playing against each other gently.

After a few minutes Veronica pulled away for real, but kept her hand on my breast, which was now completely exposed. She looked at her daughter, licking her lips with obvious satisfaction. "Did you eat some cereal already?"

"Yeah, Mom." Heather stood still as a statue and her voice was soft.

"Okay. Go watch some TV, baby, I'm going to make some breakfast for Rachael." She looked at me. "I hope you're hungry."

"Starving." I grinned.

Heather paused for a moment, seemingly reluctant to leave the kitchen, but she finally did, turning and walking away with a long look over her shoulder.

"She's just confused." Veronica watched her little girl. "A little scared maybe. That's okay though." She laughed and it was a pleasant sound.

"She'll get over it," I suggested, with a little giggle of my own.

= = = = =

I spent the entire day no farther than a dozen feet from Veronica, except when I'd gone back to my apartment for some personal things. By unspoken agreement I was moving in with Veronica and Heather, for all practical purposes. I filled a bag with some clothes, makeup, toothbrush and cosmetics, all the little stuff I needed to get through a normal day, and locked my door. That day, that moment, was the best of my young life.

Veronica was working again that night, from 4pm to midnight, she'd told us over lunch, and so I'd be alone with Heather. I admit I felt a little awkward around the girl. I'd felt that way before, because of my attraction to her, but now it was different. Veronica and I made no attempt whatsoever to hide our relationship, if anything we were intent on demonstrating our feelings in front of Heather every chance we got. We spent much of the day making out on the couch while Heather watched TV, or colored, or played with her dolls. The girl spent a lot of time just watching us, sometimes staring, like when Veronica fingered me to a beautiful orgasm, or more often trying to pretend she wasn't watching at all. It was a wonderful game and I wondered how it made Veronica feel, to have her daughter watching us.

At last though, Veronica showered and dressed for work. She called Heather into the bedroom and I just lay there on our bed, smiling naked with the terrycloth robe spread loosely around me. Veronica had eaten me to several intense orgasms just minutes before and I was still on cloud nine.

"Heather, Mommy has to go to work. You be good and do whatever Rachael says, okay?" she spoke seriously to the girl as she adjusted her uniform.

"Okay, Mom." Heather's voice was small. She'd been quiet all day long, like a child who knows she's in trouble perhaps, and unwilling to call attention to herself.

"Whatever she says," Veronica stressed again, probably as much for my benefit as Heather's. "If I come home and find out you've been acting up again..." She left the rest unsaid and Heather just nodded. "Good. Now give mommy a kiss goodbye."

None of this was out of the ordinary, really. It was basically the same things they said and did everyday when Veronica went to work, but today was different too, and Heather knew it. She seemed reluctant to kiss her mom, but finally did, and Veronica hugged her tightly for a minute.

"I love you, sweetie. Go to bed early, we got church tomorrow." And Veronica moved to the bed, leaning down to kiss me softly. "Have fun." She whispered. "I'll be back soon."

"Kay." I kissed her again and smiled. Veronica wasn't working at all that night, she was just going to hang out in my apartment for a while, and then surprise us. It may seem an elaborate act just to take advantage of a nine year old, but it played to one of Veronica's favorite fantasies.

Heather followed her mother out of the bedroom and I closed my eyes. I relaxed for about an hour, half sleeping, and half daydreaming, before I got up slowly, stretching and shrugging out of the bathrobe. I made my way naked into the small living room. Heather was there, playing a game on the Nintendo, and she glanced at me as I walked in. I guess she'd decided to ignore my nudity, perhaps she'd decided to ignore me completely, I wasn't sure. I stood there for a long minute, leaning against the doorway and just looking at her.

The nine year old was wearing a little lavender t shirt and some stretchable white shorts that hugged her little round butt nicely. I could see the barest outline of her panties underneath and I felt my temperature rising. She had long legs, thin and smooth and tanned like her mom's. I loved Heather's legs. And her face, staring intently at the television, so beautiful, like an angel's. Her lips were full and slightly pouting, even when she smiled, so that it seemed as if she were just begging to be kissed. She'd brushed her hair, so that it fell straight and natural to her shoulders. Soft and golden blonde, a perfect contrast to her bright blue eyes. She was perfect, little Heather, and she was all mine.

"What'cha doin'?" I finally spoke.

"Playing Smash Brothers," Heather told me without looking up.

"Oh." I nodded. "I was thinking we could talk, if you wanted to."

That drew the child's curiosity and she looked at me, her eyes just barely flickering to take in my bare breasts and sex. "Talk about what?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. Me and your mom and you, stuff like that." I smiled at her. "I want you to like me, Heather."

"I like you," she said, mechanically, and went back to her game.

"Good, cause I like you too." I moved closer, standing above her and looking down. "Let's go to your mommy's room and talk, okay?"

"I wanna play." Heather said quietly, and I knew she meant she didn't want to go anywhere with me. All the confusion and fear the child felt was just aching to surface.

"You can play later," I said, making my voice a little stronger. "Right now you're coming with me." I reached down and grabbed Heather's wrist, pulling her up to her feet.

"Owwww...No!" she said, looking at me with some defiance, although her eyes were wide with fear. She struggled against my grip, trying to pull away.

SMACK!!

I slapped her cheek hard, harder than I'd intended, and her pale skin flushed pink and red. I dragged her down the hallway, past the kitchen and into Veronica's bedroom, pulling and pushing the girl onto the bed. She'd began crying when I slapped her, sobbing loudly, but no longer struggling with me. I put her on her back, laying down on top of her, my breasts pressed against her chest and my legs straddling hers.

"Shhhh..." My face was just inches above hers and Heather shut her eyes tightly. "Open your eyes, Heather." I commanded the girl. "Look at me."

Her face was red and wet with tears. Heather's lips trembled and she sniffled her nose, but she at last did as I told her, and opened those amazing blue eyes for me.

"I want my mommy." She sobbed softly, and I could feel her little body beneath me, heaving with every deep breath she took. "I want you to get my mommy and go home!"

"I am home." I laughed at her. "And your mommy said I could play with you, Heather. That I could do whatever I wanted with you."

"No she didnnnnmmmppphhh..." she started to protest but I covered Heather's mouth with mine, unable to resist kissing the girl any longer. I had her body pinned beneath me and I held her head in my hands, forcing her to accept my mouth on hers.

Heather tried to close her mouth, almost threatening to bite my tongue, if I wasn't careful. I lifted back up a little, gazing down at her. "You're being bad, Heather. I just want to kiss you." I licked at her damp cheeks. "You're so beautiful, Heather. I want to kiss you so much."

"Nooooo..." Her voice was high and wavering, one long note of protest before she began crying again. Her arms pushed at me, her hands gripping my bare skin, but I was much too big for the girl.

"Alright, that's it then." I tried to sound angry. "Time for a spanking." And she did struggle then, with renewed energy as I moved to undress the girl.

I pulled her shorts and panties down in one motion, over Heather's kicking legs, and tossed them on the floor. She tried to scramble away, but I caught the preteen easily, twisting her around and forcing her onto her tummy. I pressed down on her back with my left hand, pinning her to the bed, and began slapping Heather's ass with my right.

She kicked and screamed and flailed, so much so I feared for our neighbors and I spanked her even harder, stinging my hand on her butt. "Be quiet, Heather." I warned her. "Be quiet or I'll get a belt!"

"What's going on here?" Veronica's voice seemed to cut through everything else and I paused, holding my hand in the air above the girl's ass, already turning red.

"Mommy!" Heather choked and struggled to be freed. "Mommy! Mommy!" She was sobbing and when I let Heather up, she ran to Veronica, wrapping her arms around her mother and crying into the woman's uniform.

We gave her a few minutes, Veronica smiling at me while I caught my breath.

"R Rachael was spanking me! She...she kissed me!" Heather's voice muffled and her body shook as she tried to tell her mother everything that had happened. She was so certain that mommy would make it all better.

"So..." She held her daughter by the shoulders, pushing her away so the child could look up into her eyes. "You were being bad."

"No! No mom, I wasn't...I wasn't bad!" Heather protested and the look on her shocked face was precious. How could her mother even think such a thing?

"Don't lie to me, Heather." She shook her head. "I warned you before, if you acted up you were going to be in a lot of trouble."

"But Mommy! It was...was her!" Heather turned, staring at me and pointing with her finger.

Veronica ignored the girl and I watched as the woman reached to her belt and removed her handcuffs. I think Heather was too surprised to struggle right away. Her mind just couldn't rationalize what was happening when Veronica turned the little girl around, spinning her almost gracefully, and expertly handcuffing her daughter's hands behind her back. The cold metal ratcheting sound as they closed almost completely around Heather's tiny wrists was incredibly exciting to me.

"Mommy?" Heather looked terrified now, there was very little defiance at all, and she just stood there, looking up into the face of the one person she thought would save her.

"Give me her panties, Rachael." Veronica pointed and I got up, retrieving the little pink panties Heather had been wearing. "Put them in her mouth, I'll get some tape."

I grinned as Heather started sobbing again, her body wracked with heaving despair. I grabbed her by the hair, yanking the girl's head back so her mouth fell open with a short and soon muffled scream. I shoved the panties into Heather's mouth, cramming them inside until her cheeks puffed out and Veronica soon returned with some masking tape.

"This is for your own good, Heather," she said as she taped her daughter's mouth closed. "You need to be punished and you can't be making all that noise."

I was holding the girl, standing behind her with my hands on her soft tummy. She was naked but for the t shirt she wore and soon that was gone too as Veronica found some scissors and cut it away. I pulled Heather backwards, onto the bed and the poor girl could only lay there, naked and gagged and handcuffed, watching with frightened tearing eyes as Veronica took me in her arms and kissed me.

"Go on, finish spanking her while I get out of this uniform," Veronica suggested a minute later. "Here, use this." She already removed her utility belt and now removed the thin leather one she wore.

I took it and smiled. "Are you sure?" I asked the woman.

Veronica nodded. "Hurt her." She said, loud enough so Heather could hear it clearly. The girl shook her head and her eyes, already flooded with tears, grew even wider. This was Veronica's fantasy, the betrayal of her daughter for her own sadistic pleasure.

I rolled the girl over, making certain Heather's hands were out of the way, and caressed the soft young globes of the child's ass with the belt. I teased her with it, and myself, while Veronica undressed slowly. Heather's eyes tried to follow my arm as I brought it up and then down, that first painful crack of leather across the preteen's flesh. It was loud and delicious and Heather's body went rigid, a muffled cry of pain stifled by the panties that gagged her.

I felt my own body shuddering slightly as a wave of pleasure rushed through me. This was so bad, I thought, so terrible a thing to do to a child, and yet I couldn't help myself. I longed to beat her with the belt, to turn her pristine white skin into a mosaic of welts and bruises. I brought the belt down again, harder, and once more with even greater effort. The thin supple leather licked across Heather's body, striping her ass and hips over and over again with thin red lines of pain.

"Oh God, you're doing it." Veronica watched, almost in disbelief I think. She'd undressed completely and stood there, just to the side watching us. Her fingers played with her light brown nipples, pulling and pinching them. "Whip her! Harder...Harder..."

"Yeah..." I grunted and the belt was a black blur of motion as I brought it down on Veronica's little girl.

Heather was screaming all the while, although it was muffled nicely by her gag. And she'd try to turn her body sometimes, trying to escape the torment of the belt on her skin, but that only gave me someplace new to punish and she soon stopped that effort. I hadn't been counting, but I think I stopped after a good 60 or 70 strokes, at least. Her ass was bright red all over, with welts that were white as they rose to the surface of her skin. She was shaking like a leaf, and making very little sound by then. Her eyes were shut and her hair matted with sweat.

"Let me see," Veronica said, sitting down on the bed. Her hands touched the girl's ass and Heather groaned, her body seeming to spasm. "She's so hot!" Veronica looked up at me, almost laughing. "Feel her, Rachael. It's unbelievable."

"Oh wow!" I smiled back, sitting down with Heather's ass and legs between us, both of our hands rubbing and squeezing the hot flesh. "Maybe I did it too hard." I wondered out loud and Veronica shook her head.

"No, it's perfect." She kissed me hard, "You did it just right."

"You should whip her too," I suggested. "It's unreal, how it feels." The whole experience had filled me with a surge of adrenaline, a sense of power. This little girl belonged to us, she was ours and we could do whatever we wanted.

Veronica must have felt it too. She was nodding, "Yeah. Turn her over. I want to whip her tits."

We flipped the girl over easily, so that she was staring up at us. I slipped between her legs, spreading them and putting them over my shoulders as I knelt at the edge of the bed. I wanted to see Heather's pussy, that sweet little cunt that had tempted me so many times before. It was small and plump and just a hairless slit with just the barest hint of the immature sex tucked inside.

"She's so sweet down here," I whispered to Veronica. "I could just eat her for dinner, I think!"

The girl's mother laughed. "Then eat her now, tongue the little bitch while I spank her tits."

Hearing Veronica talk like that sent a shiver through me. I knew I'd have to hold Heather tight and I wrapped my arms around her waist, lifting her ass off the bed and closer to my mouth. I could feel the heat of her thighs against my cheeks and legs traveling over my shoulders so her heels rested on my back. I put my mouth on the girl's slit, kissing it tenderly and I sensed, rather than saw, the first slap of leather across Heather's flat chest. It was a loud slapping sound and the girl bucked immediately, he legs clamping around my face and her tiny cunt pushing upward to my mouth. I held her though, tightly, controlling the girl for her mother, and began working my tongue in earnest, digging into and between the plump fatty tissue.

The second, or perhaps the third kiss from her mother's belt brought a sudden release of urine from the girl. She'd held it while I'd whipped her ass raw, but the pain being brought to her little girl tits must have been too much. Heather's bladder let go and a flood of hot girl piss surged out like a pale yellow spring, running over my tongue and down, between the cheeks of her ass and her back, wetting the bed beneath her.

I'd never thought about such things before, but I wasn't revolted by it. I found it erotic and not a little amusing that her mother might punish her even more for wetting the bed. I swallowed some of Heather's piss, savoring the distinct and unusual flavor before lifting my mouth away.

"She just wet the bed," I told Veronica with a giggle.

"She did?" The woman smiled and shook her head. "Now she's being very bad, isn't she? How does it taste?"

"Umm..." I thought about it. "Good. Like a nectarine, sort of." I bent my head down for another taste. "Yeah, nectarines."

Veronica stepped close and kissed me. Pushing her tongue inside me to gather the remains, tasting her own daughter's piss in my mouth. "Mmmm...That is good." Veronica grinned. "But she still needs to be punished."

She went back to her task, bringing the belt down on Heather's body over and over again while I returned to suckling her sweet young pussy. I stiffened my tongue and worked it inside her like a small penis, fucking her with my mouth. I tried to find her clitoris, but there was none to be had, it was still too young, too deeply hidden, so I contented myself with licking and nibbling every other part of her sex that I could get my mouth on.

By the time Veronica had had enough of beating Heather's breasts, I was breathing hard, my tongue delightfully tired from its exertions. I sat up, letting the girl go so her ass flopped back on the mattress. I stared then at the mass of red that was Heather's chest. It was as if Veronica had repainted the skin somehow, deep red, almost purple in places, but especially around her nipples. It was remarkable the change in her color and I reached out, pressing a finger lightly to Heather's skin. It left a deep white impression that lasted for several seconds. Her mother had punished Heather very well indeed.

"Come here, Rachael. Let's eat her tits, I think they're done now!" Veronica was breathless, but smiling and flushed with perspiration.

She climbed on the bed next to her daughter and I could see her vagina as she moved, her thick labia were covered with her greasy excitement and they hung down, practically agape. She must have been fingering herself wildly while she'd whipped Heather, I thought. I joined her there, laying on the other side of the girl, and we focused all of our attentions on the preteens breasts. They weren't even close to real breasts, of course, she may as well have been a boy for their appearance. But they were hers and now they were criss crossed with welts and fairly glowing with the pain of being whipped so cruelly.

"She's asleep," I observed, looking at Heather's face. The tape across her mouth had peeled and her panties could be seen, soaked with saliva. I pulled the tape away carefully and pulled the panties out of Heather's slack mouth.

"Passed out, yeah." Veronica looked somewhat disappointed, but not at all concerned for the girl. "I have some smelling salts in the bathroom." She started getting up.

"Smelling salts?" I chuckled in disbelief.

"Yeah. I'm a cop, they gave us standard first response medical kits." She was walking to her little bathroom. "You know, in case of an earthquake, or volcano, or something." She giggled. "Passed out children in your bed..."

She returned with three or four ampoules, putting them on her night stand, except for one. Veronica lay back down and broke the small container, waving it beneath Heather's nose. The girl jerked wide awake, looking around bewildered and shaking her head. She saw her mother and immediately started crying, trying to get closer to Veronica.

"Okay, okay..." Veronica soothed the child. "I'm here. You have to be quiet though, or mommy's going to gag you again."

For Heather it must have been like waking from a nightmare only to find that it was real. She seemed to gasp and then, amazingly, closed her mouth, stifling her sobs as best she could.

"That's a big girl." Veronica smiled and brushed her daughter's hair. "Now, Rachael and I want to play with your little boobs some more, okay baby? So you be good and just relax now..." Veronica looked at me across the form of her daughter. "Now we can eat!"

And Veronica wasn't kidding either. Before I could react she had her mouth on Heather's left breast, sucking at the small nub of the girl's nipple. I did the same, finding Heather's right nipple, and was amazed at how warm it was. Like the girl's skin was on fire. We sucked her tits gently at first, but as Veronica became more excited she began biting, chewing the flesh as ell, and so naturally I did the same. It was heady and glorious, taking Heather between my teeth like that, both of us chewing her nipples until the girl was writhing with pain. Beads of blood appeared and we lapped them up, tracking the thin rivulets as they ran across her heaving chest. Our tongues would meet, our mouths, and we'd pause long enough to kiss, and suck each other passionately, before returning to the little girl beneath us.

Our hands roamed everywhere as well. Across Heather and each other, touching, and squeezing and scratching. We took turns playing with her cunt, feeling blindly between the girl's legs, and giggling like mad when our fingers fought for possession of the child. It was incredibly fun and I felt insatiable, as if I could never get enough of either of them.

Veronica had Heather's tit in her mouth, not just the nipple, but a large area of the pre-teen’s undeveloped breast, and she sank her teeth into it, drawing blood and lifting her head so that I thought she'd tear the flesh away completely. Heather screamed at that, unable to withstand it any longer and I quickly covered her mouth with mine. I held her head, forcing my tongue into Heather's mouth to quiet her. Veronica just kept chewing her daughter, moaning and rubbing between her legs as the act of abusing her own flesh and blood brought her to orgasm.

"Fuck her now," Veronica breathed. "You have to fuck her now, I'll hold her." The woman's mouth was tainted with her daughter's blood and I could see the deep rings, the tearing in around Heather's nipples that we'd created.

I nodded, unsure what Veronica wanted exactly, but eager to do it, to do anything.

"Here...here..." Veronica leaned over, half falling off the bed in her excited rush and opened the drawer of her night stand. She pulled out a large dildo, easily the largest I'd ever seen, perhaps 10 inches long and as big around as my wrist. I would have been afraid to try it, although my experience with such things was limited at best.

It had a harness, of sorts and Veronica helped me into it, adjusting the straps so that a few minutes later I stood there with a huge plastic cock hanging between my legs. I stroked it slowly, amazed at the texture of the thing. It was soft, and yet somehow hard as well, stiff and I knew it would hurt a little girl like Heather.

Veronica had moved back on the bed and now held her little girl in her arms, with Heather half sitting up, her back to Veronica's heavy breasts. The woman played with her daughter's tits, still pinching them, making the girl wince and struggle weakly. But at least Heather had stopped crying, perhaps she'd run out of tears, I thought. Then I stroked the penis I sported once again and smiled, knowing we'd soon find out.

"Do you have something to lubricate this with?" I asked Veronica, but the blonde just shrugged.

"Take her dry, Rachael. I want to see it...Make it hurt so bad she'll never want another cock again in her life." This brought forth a moan from Heather and Veronica gripped the girl tightly. "Spread your legs, baby, Rachael's going to fuck you now and you know what? Veronica tilted her daughter's face up so she could see the girl's eyes. "I'm going to fuck you later too."

"Mommy!" The child whimpered softly, but it made no difference to any of us. I was going to break this little girl's cherry and I was soaked with anticipation. My nipples burned like they were on fire and I was almost shaking as I crawled on the bed between the wide spread legs of Heather and her mother.

I spit on my hand, rubbing the wetness around the tip and brought it to barely touching the small opening of Heather's sex. The preteen stared down, watching and I was surprised she wasn't struggling against this, trying to close her legs against what had to be absolutely terrifying for a nine year old. But her mother was there too, holding her, and perhaps that had a lot to do with it.

I was basically sitting there, my legs bent at the knees, so I could line up the cock with Heather's cunt. I rubbed the tip up and down, thankful now that I'd at least gotten the girl a little wet before when I'd eaten her so thoroughly, perhaps that would be enough. I started pushing, slowly at first, but it was tough going and difficult to make progress.

"Ram it in!" Veronica said. She put a hand across her daughter's mouth and I could see her fingernails digging into Heather's ribs as she held the girl tight. "Fuck her, Rachael, fuck her now!"

I nodded, biting my lower lip, and got a good grip on Heather's thighs, lifting her legs up, over my shoulder. I jammed my hips forward with a rapid jerk and was rewarded with a good inch or so of the phallus driving into the girl's tight virgin cunt. Heather groaned and her head shook from side to side, but Veronica held her still as I pushed again, harder this time and I didn't ease the pressure. I leaned into, sliding that thick cock deeper and deeper into the girl. Her pussy looked like it was being pushed in on itself, the crease of her slit turning inside as the dildo slid deeper. I had maybe three inches inside and it just stopped, I'd reached her hymen I was sure and I grinned at Veronica, telling her so.

"Break her!" the woman hissed. Her eyes were wild and she was practically begging. "Fuck my little girl, do it...do it...fuck her hard..."

I did as Veronica asked, and with great pleasure too. I pressed again with my hips, feeling the wide base of the dildo pushing against my pelvis, but it was Heather who would have to give, and she did. Suddenly it seemed I lunged forward 4 or 5 inches in a flash, and the girl's body went stiff as a board, she screeched into her mother's palm, and then sagged. I pushed the last few inches inside easily, so that the entire length and girth of that plastic monster was embedded in Heather's cunt.

I started fucking her then, at Veronica's insistence as she twisted and pinched her daughter's breasts. Blood ran down Heather's chest and she was awake, but her eyes were barely able to focus. I pulled back and the folds of the girl's cunt became instantly visible then as her body tried to grip the cock unsuccessfully. Her pussy was red and raw and when I pulled the head of the thing free, there was a sudden gush of blood and fluids that had been trapped within.

Veronica immediately put her hand there, down between her daughter's legs, gathering the remains of Heather's virginity, her innocence, and the two of us, Veronica and I, licked her fingers clean. I put the cock back inside the girl a few minutes later and began to fuck her hard, as if she'd been doing it for years. I had to push hard, and it was tearing the girl inside, I knew, but I didn't care. I'd shove the cock inside totally, and pull half out, then jam my hips forward again. Over and over I did this until Veronica turned us around and over.

I was on my back with Heather above me, her cunt impaled on the dildo I wore. "Kiss her," Veronica said, pushing the still handcuffed girl down so that her chest was against my breasts and I could reach her mouth with mine. She'd been crying again, and I tasted her tears and snot and saliva. She was delicious and I worked my tongue in and out of her mouth in time with the fake cock I was working in her pussy. I held her ass in my hands, her welts still plain and tender to my touch. I squeezed her hard and relished the soft cries of pain she gave me in return.

Veronica returned with her nightstick. A long black piece of wood, not quite as thick as the dildo, but much harder, the end not so well rounded. "Mommy's turn to fuck you, Heather." Veronica was whispering and it was clear the girl had no idea what was happening until her mother began working the blunt end of the nightstick into the child's tight virginal ass.

I held her body to me with one arm, and her head with the other, keeping her mouth on mine so that I could breathe Heather's screams of agony as she was double penetrated. Veronica pushed the stick inside mercilessly, I think, though I couldn't see it. I could certainly sense the results, however, and I feared Heather was going to pass out again.

"Three inches." Veronica giggled as she gave us little updates on her daughter's progress. "Four inches...You have to take 12, Heather...Take a foot for mommy..." It was crazy, but such a turn on as well and I could help but hump the girl as she lay there, stuck on that dildo I wore.

"You must be so dry in there, baby...relax...Mommy will help you." And I realized Veronica must have pulled the stick out of Heather's ass. I heard her spitting and giggling at the way her daughter's anus was stretched and bleeding. "Should be plenty wet enough now..." Veronica was saying, to herself mostly I think.

She soon had the nightstick deep inside her daughter's ass, pushing and pulling it, fucking her little girl from behind while I did the same from below. It was a glorious sensation, having the girl's body on mine, and when she finally did pass out again, I think we were all a little tired.

We left Heather handcuffed and redid her gag, making the girl comfortable on the floor with pillows and some blankets. The bed was stained with blood and urine and saliva and girl juice, but we didn't care. It smelled good, it felt comfortable, and Veronica and I made long slow love on the remains of her daughter's first sexual experience. It would not be the last, certainly, we were just beginning to explore the possibilities with Heather. She had a lot to learn and we did as well. 

 

The End