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Subject: {ASSM} Into the Woods (F/f, Lesbian pedophilia themes (elements of: Reluct-NC, BDSM, Masturbation, Sci-Fi))
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Copyright 2005 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.

Author's Note: I don't do a lot of pedo fiction. Stories which are
solely concerned with pedophilia in theme and plot, well...They offer
very little but stroke material for a specialized audience. But the
pedophilia theme, when mated with a plot that goes beyond mere
titillation, has been proven repeatedly as a legitimate subject for
literature. I'm not suggesting that this piece of writing is
literature, I'm not quite that egotistical, but I will say that I'd
hoped to defy expectation...As I try to do with most everything I
write. Erotic short fiction does not have to be boring. -rr Manila Sept
2005


This story is intended for adults only.
Code: F/f, Lesbian pedophilia themes (elements of: Reluct-NC, BDSM,
Masturbation, Sci-Fi)

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Into the Woods
fiction by rache



"It was, I don't know, when I was about 15, almost 16 maybe." I
was a little nervous talking about it, even with Miss Hagen.

"And that was your first time, Susan?" She sort of looked at me
like she was testing me. "You're just barely 17 now."

"Yeah." I nodded, like what else was I gonna do? She was right; my
birthday had been last month.

"So that first time, who was that?" Miss Hagen was sitting forward
a little in her chair, smoking. The TV was still on, with that blank
blue screen the DVD player makes when it isn't playing.

"Can I uh, can I get dressed?" I asked her. I was sitting on the
sofa, naked from the waist down. I just had an old t-shirt on and I'd
crossed my legs nervously while we talked.

"No." She took another puff and blew the smoke out while she
talked. "Tell me about the first girl you fucked."

I swallowed hard at the way she said it. I'd never heard her swear
before, ever. She was always very...quiet, I guess. But not really shy.
Just sort of watching all the time, smiling like she saw funny things
all around her. Miss Hagen was my mom's best friend, at least around
the apartment building we lived in. She's younger than my mom, like
25 maybe, and really great looking, I mean for being sort of old like
that.

I'd played sick that morning. Actually I'd played sick since the
afternoon before, when I'd gotten home from school and found my
present from somebody named Gloria that I'd met on the internet. I
didn't know Gloria too much, except we chatted a lot and emailed and
stuff, and talked on the phone a couple times. She'd sent me the DVD
like she'd promised and I'd stayed in my room, just watching it
over and over on my computer. It wasn't hard convincing my mom I was
sick, I really did have a fever, but not because I didn't feel
good...It was because I felt too good!

When mom went to work I watched my DVD on the big screen TV downstairs,
in our living room. Mom wasn't coming home; I knew that, not until
after six that night. It hadn't occurred to me that she might ask
Miss Hagen to check on me. That she might give our neighbor a key and
Miss Hagen might just walk right in.

"The first time." I licked my lips. "Was um, Janey." I looked
down and squeezed my bare thighs together a little more.

"Jane Morgan?" Miss Hagen looked at me, coaxing me to look up, into
her green eyes. They were 7-Up bottle green and looked nice with her
blonde hair. "Don't be scared, Susan, you're not in trouble."

She'd said that a couple times, but if I wasn't in trouble, why
couldn't I get dressed? But I knew the answer to that already.

"Yeah. Jane Morgan." I agreed. Jane was an eight year old girl I
babysat for sometimes. "I uh, mostly kissed her a little. Sort
of...touched her. A little."

I was still a little scared and I didn't want to say exactly what
I'd done. Miss Hagen was nodding and putting out her cigarette.
"Did you touch her cunt?"

I stared at the woman and I could feel my face turning a little red.
Miss Hagen used the 'C' word? I'd heard it before, maybe even
said it once, to another girl at school when I was really mad, but
she...She said it like it was normal.

"Ummm...Yeah. I touched her there and her boobs." I took a deep
breath and rubbed the corner of my mouth with my thumb, like I do when
I'm nervous. "She didn't mind. Janey kind of liked it. I didn't
hurt her or nothing." I was insisting quickly, trying to defend
myself just a little. "I just kissed her and touched her, that's
all."

"Did you kiss her cunt too? Did you tongue the girl, Susan?" Miss
Hagen was smiling, just a little, but it was a different kind than
usual. Like a secret smile that she kept hidden most of the time.

I nodded and closed my eyes for a second, remembering how I'd licked
the little girl. Just a bit, for about 5 minutes, that was all. I just
wanted to kiss her down there, between her legs, and she'd giggled at
me.

"Who else?" Miss Hagen reached down and picked up the dildo I'd
been using, setting it upright on the wide flat base, so it stood
straight up on my mom's coffee table. It had cost me thirty dollars,
plus two dollars for the money order when I'd ordered it. I stared at
it, feeling a little embarrassed, actually.

"You better tell me, Susan." Miss Hagen was saying. "Unless you
want me to call your mom, right now."

I shook my head quickly and looked at her. "You said you wouldn't
tell." I whispered and I felt my heart beating hard again.

"And I won't." She smiled again. "If you're honest with me.
But if your not, then I can't help you, can I?"

I wasn't sure what she meant by that, but if helping me meant my mom
wouldn't find out, then that was all I needed to know. "Um, after
Janey I uh, I was babysitting Jessica...Um, Jessie Reed. They moved
away last year."

"I remember her." Miss Hagen nodded. "She was very cute. Go
on."

"Well, she...I mean Janey liked it, what I did to her, so I hoped
Jessie would too, you know? But uh, she didn't. So I kind of tied her
up a little and..." It was all just sort of spilling out of me.

"Wait." Miss Hagen lit another cigarette. "You tied her up?
How?"

"I told her it was a game. Sort of, like she could tie me up first,
and if I got out, then I'd tie her up and she could try and get out.
She didn't really want to do it at first, but I told her that if she
tied me up and I couldn't get loose, she'd be able to stay up as
late as she wanted. I'd make some popcorn for her too." I smiled
just a little thinking about it. "But I said if I tied her up, and
she couldn't get out of it, she'd have to let me kiss her."

"I suppose she thought she could tie you up pretty good, huh?" Miss
Hagen was smiling too.

"Yeah." I laughed. "But she didn't. I got loose in like thirty
seconds. She was just nine anyway. And uh, I tied her up then. We were
in her bedroom, using these curtain cords that her dad was saving or
something. You know those skinny strong ones?" Miss Hagen nodded.
"And I tied her pretty good to her bed like that, spread out. She had
one of those beds with four posts and everything."

"Okay." Miss Hagen was picturing her, just like I was remembering
it. Little blonde haired Jessie in her nightgown, spread eagle on her
bed. I shifted my legs and realized I was getting sort of wet again,
just a little.

"She tried to get loose." I continued, "But there was no way."
I laughed a little. "So I told her I was going to kiss her a lot."

"Did you?" Miss Hagen was wearing a skirt, one of those long thin
cotton ones that feel so good in the summer and she uncrossed her long
legs, shifting a little and pulling it up some, so it exposed her
knees.

"Yeah." I nodded. "I kissed her a lot. On her lips and on her
tummy too. I touched her, rubbing between her legs and she didn't
like that. Jessie told me nobody was supposed to touch her there, but I
did it anyway." I shrugged a little, looking at Miss Hagen's knees.
"She didn't yell or get really mad or anything. Jessie mostly just
laid there with her eyes closed, not even breathing very much."

"You kissed her cunt too, didn't you, Susan?" Miss Hagen asked
softly.

"Yeah. I, uh...I just pulled her panties open, they were sort of
loose anyway, and I touched her...her..."

"Cunt." Miss Hagen said, staring at me. She was wearing red
lipstick, soft red and I watched her lips move when she said that word.

"...her cunt." I felt my face redden a little. "I kissed it and
put my finger in it, just a little bit. She was really small and it was
hard at first and then she told me she was going to tell her mom."

"Oh?" Miss Hagen's eyebrows went up a little.

"Yeah." I bit my lower lip. This was sort of bad, I knew, and I
didn't really want to tell the woman. She'd tell my mom for sure, I
thought.

"What did you do, Susan?" Her voice wasn't mean, and it wasn't
really a question, you know? But I still had to tell her.

"I uh, I hit her when she said that. I slapped her." I couldn't
really look at Miss Hagen right then. "I told her if she ever told
anybody I'd um...I'd hurt her a lot."

"Was she crying?" Miss Hagen whispered, and she was smiling again,
in that funny secret way.

I nodded. "Yeah, crying and saying she'd tell anyway. So I um, I
took off my clothes, my panties, and I told her I was going to make her
quiet. I told her she was going to kiss me too and I sat on her face,
sort of. I put my...cunt...on her mouth and told her to kiss me."

Miss Hagen didn't say anything and we just sat there quietly for a
minute. She was rubbing her thigh a little and I was getting more wet,
remembering how Jessie had felt, her mouth, her tongue, her warm breath
tickling me.

"I...Well, she didn't really do it the way I wanted. She turned her
head and cried mostly, so I pushed down a little. So uh, so she
couldn't breathe and then Jessie did start kissing me." I was
talking real softly. "She was touching my cunt with her tongue and I
lifted up so she could breathe. I told her to keep doing it or I'd,
uh..."

"You'd what, Susan." Miss Hagen's skirt had gone higher, around
her lightly tanned thighs and she was dragging her long red fingernails
along her skin. "What did you tell her?"

"I told her I'd kill her." I blinked hard at my admission and
looked down. My tummy was doing little somersaults it felt like and I
could feel a little wetness running out, between my thighs.

"Ohhhh..." Miss Hagen breathed so softly I thought maybe I'd
imagined it.

"I wouldn't though!" I looked up at the woman, my eyes pleading
with her to believe me. "I just wanted to scare her. That's all."
I looked down again and my voice had gotten soft.

"I know." Miss Hagen nodded. She wanted me to continue.

"I told Jessie she had to kiss me more down there. I told her that if
she ever told anyone, I'd say how she'd kissed my private place and
her mom and dad would be really mad, probably more mad than they'd be
at me, cause I'd say it was her idea and everyone would believe me
too."

"Did she eat your cunt, Susan?" Miss Hagen squeezed her thigh,
sliding her hand up higher towards her panty. She was wearing black
underwear, I saw, the crotch was just visible and I stared at it.

"Yeah." I breathed. "She kissed me for about an hour I think."
I giggled nervously, it sounded like a long time, saying it...But at
the time it had gone by so fast. "I played with her some too. Her
nipples mostly and then I untied her and we took a bath and I made her
swear she'd never tell."

"But they moved right after that, didn't they?" Miss Hagen's
eyes seemed to narrow a little, staring into mine. "Do you think
Jessica told her mommy? Maybe that's why they moved?"

"I don't know." All I knew for sure was that I'd stayed as far
from her parents as I could. I'd been relieved beyond words the day
the movers showed up, maybe a month or so later. There had been red
marks on the girl's ankles and wrists. Not really bad ones or
anything, but if you looked you could see them. Probably her mom or dad
had asked Jessie where she'd got them, but maybe not. Maybe they'd
been gone by morning.

"How many more girls did you fuck, Susan?" Miss Hagen leaned back a
little.

"After Jessie?" I pursed my lips and thought about it, or seemed
to; I knew the answer of course. "Um, 5 other ones."

"Over the last year?" Miss Hagen grinned at me. "You have been
busy, huh? A horny little dyke, aren't you, Susan?" She picked up
the remote control and pushed the resume button. "And you still have
time for this..."

The TV screen jumped back into the video that Gloria had sent me. A
woman, perhaps thirty years old, was using a strapon dildo on a little
girl of about 10 or so. The child was bent over a desk, like in my
school when I was little. The kind with the chair attached to it, and
the top lifted up so you could put your books and stuff inside. The
dark haired girl was bent over and tied down, but not gagged, and she
was crying loudly as the woman pushed the dildo in and out of her
little hole. We had the sound turned way down, but we could still hear
the girl sobbing.

Miss Hagen hadn't asked me about Gloria yet. I hoped she'd
forgotten about her. When Miss Hagen had asked where I'd gotten the
video, I'd told her, but it had felt like I was betraying my friend.
Gloria was the only person in the whole world, I thought, who
understood me. I was in love with her, even though she lived a thousand
miles away.

"You babysat all those girls?" Miss Hagen asked me. Both of us were
staring at the television now.

"No." I swallowed hard. "After Jessie I was scared, so uh...I got
girls at the mall mostly."

"The mall?" Miss Hagen laughed and glanced at me, but it was plain
she didn't want to stop watching the video.

"Yeah um, the bathroom by the JC Penney is a little one, so you can
lock the door. I...I find a girl I like and bring her in there."

"How?" Miss Hagen asked me and I wasn't sure what she meant.
"How do you get them to go into a bathroom with you?"

"Oh, uh, mostly I get them in the arcade. Their mom or dad or
whatever just gives them money and tells them to wait there." I
shrugged. "So I play games with them, its fun and when we're
friends I say I gotta go to the bathroom. It's pretty easy getting
one to come with me like that. Usually they have to pee too." I
smiled, a little happy with myself for being so clever, maybe...But
really, it wasn't that big of a deal at all.

"And in the bathroom?" Miss Hagen was prompting me to continue.

"Um, mostly just kissing and stuff. I touch them and make them touch
me. I tell them if they don't do it I'll tell how they left the
arcade when they weren't supposed to and get them in trouble. But I
don't have to say that too much, the girls I get don't really mind.
They kind of like it."

"They do?" Miss Hagen really did look at me then and I looked at
her. She had her hand between her thighs, rubbing her sex through her
panties. Her skirt was bunched up around her narrow waist.

"Well yeah." I sort of laughed at her. "I'm not gonna get a
girl I know will yell or something. I get the ones who want to be
kissed and stuff."

"How can you tell?" Miss Hagen had stopped rubbing herself and her
eyes were so green, so intense I wondered if I wasn't in real trouble
all of a sudden. What had I said wrong?

"I don't know. It's just how they look, how they talk." I
shrugged. "I took Mary into the bathroom because I knew she'd been
touched before and she'd liked it. She didn't tell me, and she was
only 10, but I just...knew." I made a hopeless gesture with my hands.
"She kissed me mostly, on my cunt I mean, even when I really was
peeing. She liked it."

"You can just tell?" Miss Hagen wasn't sure whether or not to
believe me, I think.

"Yeah." I nodded and took a deep breath. "Like uh, like I know
you want to do it too. With me." I blushed, because it had been
obvious to me about 3 seconds after she'd walked in, but she'd been
trying to hide it too. "And you um, you want me to get a girl, like
that..." I nodded at the little girl getting fucked on the TV,
"...for you."

"W-Why do you think that, Susan?" She stared at me.

"Cause you've never done it with a little girl." I smiled at her,
knowing all of her secrets all of a sudden. "But you've always
wanted to. You wanted to do it with Jessica, before she moved away."

"Yes." She admitted quietly...but she looked a little uncertain of
herself too.

"And you watch Janey every day, peeking from your windows when she
gets off the bus." It was so clear to me. "You play with your,
uh...cunt. And watch her."

"How do you know that?" She was turning pale, and her voice was a
whisper.

"Come over here now." I spread my legs, finally, something I'd
been aching to do for the last half-hour. "Kiss me..." I rubbed my
little brown haired sex. "...Down here."

It was what Miss Hagen wanted, I knew. It was all over her face and in
her eyes suddenly, the desire to taste me the way those other girls
had. She didn't really want me to answer at all, she just wanted me.
Suddenly she wasn't a woman anymore, not Miss Hagen at all. She was
Angela...Angie, I corrected myself mentally, and Angie was eight again,
in her head.

"Get down here, Angie." I told her, the way she wanted me too. Like
I was the adult now, and I was the one who had caught her doing
something wrong.

I watched the woman slip off her chair, down to the rug and crawl on
her knees towards me. She bumped the coffee table and the dildo fell
over with a little thud, but we didn't notice it. I spread my legs
wide, coaxing her closer with my fingers, rubbing my slit up and down.
My clit was a hard little point of fire, burning between my legs, and
Angie Hagen wanted it so badly.

But more than that, she wanted me to make her do it. I could see that
desire as clearly as I could see her soft green eyes, staring at my
glistening pussy.

"Suck me off, slut!" I told her, my voice soft, but forceful the
way...the same way...

I focused on her, reaching out to dig my fingers in her silky hair,
yanking her mouth to my sex. The same way her Brownie leader, Mrs.
Preston, had talked to her one dark night in the woods. It all became
clear, just the way it had with all those little girls I'd taken into
the bathroom at the mall. I hadn't told her, but all of the girls I
took in there had been touched before. Kissed and touched and spanked
sometimes...Not just Mary. All of them. Like Angie Hagen had been, that
night she'd gone camping with her scout leader.

"Kiss it, Angie...Tongue my hole, you little whore..." I was saying
the words, but they weren't mine. They were Mrs. Preston's words,
haunting the woman between my thighs. "That's it cunt...fuck my
pussy, Angie...Fuck it!"

And she did. Miss Hagen spread my labia with her fingers, pressing her
tongue into my wet vagina eagerly, stiffening it and pushing with her
pretty face, her whole body rocking forward. I could feel her nose
rubbing my skin, her upper lip against my clit. She was tongue fucking
me, the way she'd learned to do it 16 years before.

I lifted her head away, pulling her by her hair, and the woman's eyes
were glazed and unfocused. I slapped her face hard...SMACK!...and she
suddenly looked at me, startled and flushing. "You tell anyone and
I'll kill you, Angie." I whispered to her. "I'll bury you out
here and nobody will ever find you! Do you understand?"

I couldn't believe the words that were coming from my mouth, but I
knew they were true and the effect on Miss Hagen was electric. She
sobbed suddenly, her mouth opening and her eyes filling with tears. She
pressed her mouth back down to my pussy, tonguing me frantically,
desperate to please me. She was back in those woods, so cold and dark,
and all alone with the woman she'd trusted so completely. There was
nothing that frightened Miss Hagen more than being in the woods at
night...Nothing that she wanted more.

I leaned back and closed the woman out of my thoughts. I'd seen
enough and it was always like that. Maybe not so bad with the other
girls I'd been with. Their memories were more...selective? I guess,
something like that. They only really remembered the good things, the
feeling of gentle hands and mouths. Even Joy, who had been spanked a
lot while her father had fingered her little 6 year old pussy, had
remembered her beatings with something like affection. Daddy had loved
her, I remembered, and only spanked her so she would know it.

But Miss Hagen, she remembered everything. She was still caught in that
little tent, and terrified and somehow exhilarated all at once by it.
She loved her fear; it was what made it special for her. She couldn't
love the woman, Mrs. Preston, so she loved the fear. She loved the
forest and the dark and the uncontrollable fear it contained.

I knew all of that, but I didn't understand it. And it didn't
matter right then anyway, I was rocking my body now, hunching my hips
and grinding my pussy against Miss Hagen's hungry mouth. She licked
and kissed and sucked my pussy hard, taking my labia between her lips
and chewing them softly, sucking and bathing them with her tongue. She
sucked my clit, rubbed it with her fingers, and lapped her long soft
tongue across it. Her fingers split my lips, curling and twisting, and
tickling me inside until I was gushing with excitement. She did all of
that and more, making me cum over and over again.

When I was breathless and shivering, slumped back with a lazy smile on
my face, it was beautiful. My whole body was wet and a little sticky
and I could smell sex on the air. My sex, overheated and raw. Miss
Hagen sat back on her knees. She'd unbuttoned her blouse and pulled
her large firm breasts out, over the cups, so they appeared slightly
swollen. She had marvelous tits, white with hard pink nipples that
seemed to stick out an inch. She'd been pinching and pulling at them
as she'd eaten me to half a dozen orgasms.

"Use the dildo." I told her, hardly sounding at all like the high
school girl I was. Being in people's heads changed me, but not
usually this much. Maybe it was because Miss Hagen was an adult, and
I'd only done children before.

"Use the dildo, I want to watch you cum." I told her again, and she
didn't say a word.

She was flushed and breathless and her face was wet with my cum. I
watched her as she pulled her skirt off completely, and then her
panties. Miss Hagen was shaved, her pussy as soft and pink and hairless
as any little girl I'd ever been with. But hers was mature, like
mine, and I could see her lips were long and full and damp. Her clit
was a little knot of flesh, protruding only slightly from its sheath,
all pink and shiny. She rubbed it with her fingertips slowly while she
reached for the dildo.

Miss Hagen masturbated for me slowly, not so much looking at herself,
as at me. She worked the long plastic phallus up and down her slit,
bringing it to her mouth briefly to wet the tip with her spit, and then
working the head inside of her. We were breathing with the same rhythm,
our breasts rising and falling in time with each other, and I rubbed my
own moist cunt slowly, staring as she worked the fake cock gently
inside.

I'd never watched another girl do it and I was surprised at how it
made me feel. I remembered my own pleasure at being penetrated, being
able to control the tempo and depth and working myself to ever
increasing heights of pleasure. It was the same for Miss Hagen, as she
pumped her cunt harder and harder, only to slow down suddenly, enjoying
a particularly good sensation for just a moment or two.

She worked the whole thing inside easily; it wasn't extremely large
by any means, especially for her, being a grown woman. I wanted to see
her cum, and I had two fingers in my own pussy, fingering myself in
time with Miss Hagen. I wanted us to cum together like that, not
touching, not talking...just watching. It seemed better somehow, and it
wasn't but 3 or 4 minutes later that she did cum finally. I was only
a few heartbeats behind, as I'd held off the best I could, fighting
my impending orgasm, until hers had pushed me headlong over the edge.
We were writhing together, both of us moaning and humping with our
hips...but we were apart also, and that made it really good.

=-=-=

"Do you..." Miss Hagen sat close to me, holding me in her arms. I
was just barely 17 again, and she was an adult, taking care of me. But
we were changed, both of us and she was trying to understand.
""...do you read minds? Is that what it is?"

"I don't know." I shrugged, snuggling a little closer to her
breasts, my cheek pressed to her shoulder. "I just see things, sort
of...But not really seeing. More like...knowing."

"You knew about Mrs. Preston." She was stroking my bare skin, just
along my ribs with her fingernails. "Did you see her?"

"Why?" I asked and closed my eyes.

"Because I, uhhh..." She didn't remember what Mrs. Preston really
looked like. In her head, Mrs. Preston was a bear.

But deeper, way down... "She had red hair, wavy red hair." I was
whispering. "And she was small, so small...Some of the girls called
her Mrs. Pressed On, because maybe someone had..."

"Pressed down on her." Miss Hagen giggled, just a little and her
voice was a little excited. "She had glasses too, little ones with
gold wire frames. She wore them when she read to us. And she liked to
wear old brown boots...and..." She was talking faster, suddenly
recalling everything, and Mrs. Preston wasn't a bear at all anymore.
She was just a small mousy woman who had raped an eight year old girl
in the middle of the night.

"Oh my god!" Miss Hagen pushed me away from her, gripping my biceps
in her hands and staring at me. She was smiling and almost going to
cry, I thought. "Thank you, Susan. Oh God, thank you!" And she was
hugging me again, and crying, and kissing me.

Angie was gone, I knew. Gone forever and that made me a little sad, but
I was happy for Miss Hagen. She was free now and I suddenly couldn't
read her at all anymore. She was like my mom, like all the other adults
I'd ever tried to read. She was a wall to me, and I understood that
whatever my gift, or ability, or psychic ESP thing was, it only worked
with children. Miss Hagen had never let Angie go, so it was Angie
who'd shown me everything. But now...I just let the woman hold me.

end
rache696@yahoo.com

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