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Subject: {ASSM} Heather Veronica and I (FFg, Inc, Pedo, Rape, Violent)
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Copyright 2005 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.
Codes: FFg, Inc, Pedo, Rape, Violent

Note: This story largely came from an email exchange with a friend of
mine named Debbie. The basic premise and many of the plot elements were
taken directly from her suggestions and ideas. This story is intended
for adults only. The authors do not condone the activities described
herein, nor should any inference be made to actual persons or events.
This is fiction.

Veronica, Heather, and I
fiction by Rachael

I was studying in the kitchen 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.

I didn't mind 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 was beautiful too, like her daughter all grown up, which was to be
expected I suppose. Taller than me, like 5'9" 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.

She 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 was 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." Veronica was whispering and she had 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 was 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 was 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." Veronica's 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 was saying. "I just wanted to know for sure." She
was kissing 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.

She 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 was 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." Veronica 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." Veronica was 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 was moaning, 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, as
she cradled 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.

I took a hot shower, washing myself slowly and 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," Veronica 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?" Veronica 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, 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 it 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 was 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..." Veronica 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." Veronica 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." Veronica was saying 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 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 was watching, 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 and sat 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!" Was smiling at Veronica too, 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 said. "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 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 enough of beating Heather's breasts, I was
breathing hard, my tongue delightfully tired from it's 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 heathers 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 was breathing. "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.  

end
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