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My Little Lovers 1 (m/f/f/b PEDO)
Redonna, tall, blonde, beautiful to behold, rich. Any man's dream,
except she did not get off on men. Redonna was a lesbian, and
worse, she was a pedophile. Bad huh? Well there is more to
Redonna, and she tells all now.
I met Martin many years ago in Europe. We seemed to hit it off in a
manner of speaking. Something just drew us together. We drank,
we talked and it was as if we were old friends. Late one evening he
told me that I bore a remarkable likeness to one of his ancestors
wives, and that her portrait was still hanging in his manse. He wanted
me to see it. I agreed and his car came for us. It was a long drive
to
the manse as it was situated in the lonely country. Once inside he
took my coat and then my arm. He walked me down the hall and
showed me the portrait. My breath caught in my throat, for the
woman in the picture could well have been me. It was awesome, the
likeness was amazing. Anyone would have sworn it was me in the
painting. What was even more astonishing was her name, one letter
shy of mine. At the bottom of the painting the brass plate proclaimed
"Ledonna". Sitting by a crackling fire, sharing a bottle of wine
Martin
told me the story of his ancestor.
"She was young, she was beautiful, desired by most men who knew
her. She married my great-great-great-great grandfather, Jacob, when
she was only 17, and he was 55. He introduced her to the pleasures
of sex, and then the pains of it. I read her diary some years ago and
it was quite detailed about her 'adventures' in the bedroom with old
Jacob. At first he was gentle, loving, sweet to her when they made
love, always concerned for her and her pleasure. After only a year
things were changing, changing faster then Ledonna knew how to
handle. Jacob began by whipping her for some small infraction of a
rule she knew nothing about. These whippings began as bare bottom
spankings, and ended with him fucking her hard and painfully. They
progressed from there to actual whippings where he would tie her
hands and lay her on her stomach and whip her beautiful ass, then
mount it as the welts rose. She said in her diary that his prick was
huge, and it hurt her, especially when he pushed it up her rear. It
was
not long however and Jacob lost his desire to whip her and moved on
to more perverted things. He began bringing a third person into their
bedroom.
At first these people just watched as he fucked her. Ledonna was
embarrassed to the point of being suicidal. She talked to a priest and
he told her 'you will obey your husband'. Ledonna walked away
determined to do just that. (she had no idea the priest whacked off
as he thought of her lovely young body in chains, a whip in his hand).
Ledonna noticed soon that the persons he invited to join them in their
rooms were getting younger and younger. Boy or girl, it did not
matter. She tried to talk to him about it and he would not listen,
called her evil for being against him. They had been married for 5
very
weird years when Jacob could no longer sustain an erection. No
matter what he did to her, it just wasn't enough. Then one night he
told her to lay on the bed and spread her legs. Doing as she was
told, he turned to the door and opened it. There stood a young girl,
about 13, she was naked. He took the girls hand and led her to the
bed where he pushed her down beside Ledonna. 'What was he up
to?' Ledonna wondered. It did not take her long to find out. Jacob
forced the young girls legs open and climbed between them, his cock
raging hard. He drove it into the girl without hesitation, breaking
her
cherry and making her scream. Ledonna was horrified at the sight
and sound of this deed. The girl cried, and the harder she cried the
harder old Jacob drove his cock into her. He pulled himself to his
knees, and grasping the young girls hips pulled her forward onto his
thrusting cock, driving it still deeper into the virgin pussy. Ledonna
tried not to watch, but it was as if she had no will of her own. She
saw his cock stretch and nearly split the girl, impale her. She could
not take her eyes away as her husband fucked the young girl, but
more, she wanted to hear the girls cries. She heard the words, "oh
yes! fuck her deep and hard, make it hurt !" and was astonished to
realize it was her own voice which spoke them. Jacob grinned then
and ordered her, "reach over her and stroke this whore's slit !" She
obeyed and reached out a hand and gently slid a finger into the girls
little hairless slit and stroked her love button. The feel of the
child's
soft cunt lips sent shivers of pleasure through Ledonna. She pushed
her finger between the girls pussy lips and stroked her clit.
Jacob groaned and with a near growl low in his throat, filled the
child's
pussy with all his hot sperm. Ledonna lost her breath as an orgasm
washed over her once innocent body. After that, the two of them
always shared a young girl, and now and then, a young boy.
Sometimes it was only the soft sweet asshole of a young lad that
would make Jacob spend his seed. Ledonna participated in all of it,
the ever obedient wife at first, then as mistress of all including old
Jacob."
Here he stopped his narrative and rang a small silver bell. Almost
instantly a young girl about 13 appeared. Martin told her to bring us
a
tray of fruit and she curtsied and hurried to do as she was told.
Nothing odd for a servant to obey her employer you say? Well, this
girl was naked, as naked as the day she was born, and she obviously
felt no shame over it. My eyes widened, and I knew Martin heard my
intake of breath. Hearing his story had turned me on tremendously,
and I wanted to hear more. The sight of the naked young girl was a
delight, one I wanted to see again. Martin smiled and asked me if he
should continue his story. I took a sip of my wine and nodded yes,
as I watched the door for the girl to return.
"After old Jacob died, Ledonna became mistress, and I do not mean
of the house, as she had always been that type of mistress. The
house became her domain where her rules were laws, her wishes
commands. No one dared interfere with her. She took the knowledge
she learned from old Jacob and began employing it on others. She
tried many and varied sexual perversions, from screwing the local
priest who shot his load when he saw her pussy, to the farmhand with
one arm. She fucked old and young males, none seemed to please
her. One day as she was walking in the meadow she remembered
the first time she had seen her husband fuck a young girl. She
remembered how the sound of the girls cries had made her feel, the
sight of that little pussy stretched and impaled on hard cock made
her tingle with pleasure, and the touch of the girls warm, moist slit
made her cum. Ledonna smiled to herself knowing now what she
was going to do.
That evening she bathed and perfumed her body. Once done, she
called for one of the young servant girls to bring her tea. Ledonna
sat
on the edge of her bed, her robe open, her beautiful breasts in plain
view. The young girl brought the tea and set it on a table before her.
As she turned to walk away, Ledonna grabbed her and pulled her
back. "You must stay here until I tell you to leave. You will do as
you are told." The girl nodded and stood beside her mistress.
Ledonna took a sip of her tea and set the cup down saying, "this tea
is weak, for that you need a spanking." She pulled the young girl over
her lap, and pulled the girls bloomers down and off. The girl was 11
years old, and had no pubic hair. When Ledonna looked between the
girls legs she could see beautiful pink folds protecting the girls love
button. She raised her hand and brought it down upon the girls soft
ass cheeks, again, and then again. The child writhed on her lap, and
Ledonna groaned, the fires within her loins stirring, flaring. She
spread the girls legs open and told her to hold them there. The crying
girl did as she was told. Ledonna looked at the girls pussy which
was now more open, and even more inviting. She raised her hand
again, and slapped the girls ass harder this time. The girl cried out
when Ledonna raised her hand for the 10th time, expecting it to land
on her hot red ass cheeks. Instead, Ledonna had aimed her hand
between the girls legs. There was a resounding crack as her hand
met the soft moist folds of the young girls pussy straight on, one of
her fingers parting the lips and stinging the girls clit. The girl
screamed and fell off Ledonna's knees. Ledonna did not even notice,
she was so engrossed in her own orgasm, the most powerful she had
ever felt. When it had passed she threw the girls bloomers at her and
told her to get dressed and get out. She would not be needed until
the next night."
Martin was silent, then reached out his hand to move my hair from my
eyes. He looked into them and asked, "you are in great need, are
you not?" I nodded, for I could not speak, I was afraid to. He smiled
at me and said, "I have known many, and it is my nature to know
what a person likes. You, my dear, love the girls, am I correct?"
Again I could only nod. He smiled and continued. "The old saying
like attracts like is more often then not proven true. I too like the
young ones, boys or girls in my case. I know many who prefer young
ones also. With my family history, it is no wonder, eh?"
He rang the silver bell again and the young girl appeared, still naked
with the tray of fruit. "Turn around for the mistress" he told her.
The
girl did as she was told and I saw the beauty of her teenage body. I
turned my eyes from the girl and took a piece of fruit from the tray.
I
would not commit myself to anything, just yet. Martin took the
young girl aside, whispered to her, then returned to me. We talked
for another few hours and it was late. Martin threw some pillows
down on the floor by the fireplace, spread a quilt and we lay together
on it, basking in the heat of the flames. I felt as if I were floating
away
on some soft cloud. I felt his hand as he brushed my cheek, then
moved his hands down to the button on my blouse. I opened my
eyes to find him smiling and he whispered, "close your eyes and let
pleasure surround you, give in to it, ride it, take it, enjoy it." I
closed
my eyes again and he undressed me.
Once I was undressed I was not sure if he was going to make love to
me, or if he would send the girl. I was happy that it was a
combination of both. I felt his lips caress my face and throat, his
hands massaging my stomach. I sighed in contentment as his hand
played between my thighs, spreading them open ever so softly and
slowly. I moaned and he hushed me with a deep kiss. I was hot, I
wanted him. His lips were still upon mine when I felt the soft warmth
of another pair of lips, only these lips were between my legs, seeking
out my pussy. I opened my legs wider to allow the mouth better
access to my cunt, and pushed my hips up just a bit. I felt the soft
velvet warmth of a tongue as it slid into my slit and licked. Martin
was now sucking on my hard nipples, nipping them now and again
with his teeth. As the tongue in my pussy traveled down and dipped
into my fuckhole, Martin's lips found my throat and there they
remained as he sucked on it. Exquisite ! The sensation of the
sucking on my neck, and the tongue fucking I was getting was driving
me nearly mad. When he thought I was ready, he put his arm
beneath my shoulder, helping me to sit part way up. Before he
allowed me to open my eyes he issued a command to the owner of
the mouth on my pussy. "Suck her clit, suck it hard, and suck it
NOW!! he commanded. I felt the lips close over my clit, felt every
tingle as my clit was sucked between them, the tongue flicking over
the end of my hard little nub. "Open your eyes Redonna, open your
eyes and see what brings you such pleasure" he told me. I opened
my eyes and looked down between my legs. There snuggled
between my thighs, her lips still attached to and suckling my clit, lay
a girl of maybe, just maybe, 6 years old. I screamed then, and
grabbed for her head. Martins hand met mine, and together we held
her face against my pussy as I ground against it, cumming and
cumming and cumming, harder then I ever had in my life. My juice
ran freely, drenching the girls face, the comforter everything.
Finally I
stopped cumming and collapsed against the pillows, my breath
coming in short panting bursts. I looked at Martin and he was smiling
at me. "Never had a child so young to pleasure your beautiful pussy
have you dear?" I shook my head no and he said, "there are more,
Redonna, many more, and some much younger then that one, and all
are available to you upon your request." I drifted off into sleep not
sure I heard him correctly...
The next morning I awoke alone. New logs had been put on the fire,
and the comforter tucked around me. I could tell by the light in the
windows it was later in the morning then I usually awoke. I stretched
and felt like I wanted to purr like a kitten. I felt so completely
satisfied, so relaxed. I arose and dressed and picked up the
comforter and pillows. I did not know where to put them so I rang the
bell for the servant. The naked 13 year old came in and took them
from me and whispered, "Master wishes you to join him, would you
follow me please?" I followed her to the dining room where an
elaborate breakfast awaited me. I found I was hungry after the nights
events and enjoyed a hearty breakfast with my new found friend.
Breakfast now over we began to talk again. I told him "I think I am
much more like your ancestor then you think Martin. What she wrote
in her diary is rather mundane by the standards of today, and
especially when compared with me." He laughed, and laughed and
said "I hardly think of Ledonna as mundane. I told you only parts of
her diary, there is so much more for you to know. All that in good
time though. I have a proposal for you. I wish for you to live here
in
the manse with me, to be, well to be my partner of sorts" In answer
to my questioning look he smiled. "I run a business here Redonna, I
deal in the buying and selling of slaves for sex. All ages, all
colors,
it
matters not, though most in demand are the young ones, innocents.
They bring a great deal of money. There is a need to train slaves for
their new owners. Most buyers want them taught and willing to obey
whatever the command. That is where you can help, you will have
free access to the slaves, and would be their trainer, as well as their
mistress. Would you agree to helping me with my business? You
would receive 30% of the profits, and free use of any slave or slaves
you choose, whenever you choose." I did not hesitate. I began
moving in the next day.
Martin and I are a good team. He supplies the little slaves, buying
them from their poor families in the poorer places on earth. They see
a doctor, are examined completely and given a clean bill of health
before they are brought to the manse. Then 6 months must past, and
they will be examined again. If still disease free, then and only then
are they put up for sale. Martin prided himself on the quality of his
little slaves. After we became partners, he let most of his adult help
go, except for one man. This man was rather large and terrifying to
the little slaves. He was there to keep them in place, and to keep the
manse safe from intruders. As a reward for his loyalty, Martin paid
him very well, he lived in the manse full time, and he got his own
little
slave. Martin was very generous, for this man even got to fuck some
of the newer slaves now and then. This was a sight, because his dick
was big, probably 8 inches long and 4 or 5 wide. He was with us
nearly all the time, and ever ready to play servant. When speaking of
him we just called him 'our man'.
We normally had between 6 and 8 slaves at any one time. Usually
an equal number of boys and girls. The boys were aged between 8
and 12, the girls much younger, between 4 and 8. Men were our
predominate customers, but now and then a woman would wish for a
slave. I remember such a woman. She was incredible to watch with
the young ones.
Her name doesn't matter, let's call her T. The way she handled the
little boys was awesome. One evening she showed up at the manse
and Martin greeted her warmly, and introduced us. We liked each
other immediately and the evening was off to a flying start. Towards 9
pm she asked Martin for a boy to service her. Martin grinned and
sent his man to bring a boy.
The 12 year old boy was brought to the main living area and
presented to T. A smile lit her face.as her eyes traveled.his slender
body. He stood before her naked, and quivering. T rose and went to
him, slid her cool hands over his tight firm little ass. Her hands
caressed it, then slid around to his chest where she tweaked his little
nipples. The boy made and audible sound as he shook with
embarrassed excitement.
His cock was hard already and it did't matter that Martin and I were
watching every move T made. She knelt before him, her fingers
traveling lightly over his stomach, a butterfly touch to the tip of his
penis, then down his thighs. He tried to move away from her and she
grabbed his little ass and told him, "don't you dare move". He closed
his eyes and stood still. She leaned over and gently bit his thigh,
her
lips closing to suck on the tender flesh. The boy quivered under her
expert caresses.
She sucked various places on his thighs and stomach, ever nearer
his throbbing little cock, but never touching it. Her tongue snaked
out
and licked the places she had sucked, and we thought the boy was
going to faint at the touch of her warm, wet tongue. Without warning,
T reached up and took his little cock between two of her fingers, she
pulled it a few times, and the boy lost control. He crumpled to his
knees as his first orgasm with a woman. We could see his entire
body convulse in pleasure. T calmly wiped his cum from her chin and
licked it off her fingers. She smiled at the boy and said, "now, my
little lover, we can get down to business". The look on the boys face
was a cross between anticipation, and fear.
T stood before the boy and dropped all her clothes. Her tits were
huge and the boys eyes bulged at the sight. She smiled and pulled
his face between them. She held him there and he began to struggle
as breathing was not easy. She released him and cupped her tits,
thrusting her nipples at his mouth. "Suck them boy, suck on them
good" she told him. He did as he was told and we could see him
open his mouth and take them in. This was to much for the boy, and
he again shot his load, this time on T's thigh. She sighed and pushed
him away. She looked at her thigh and then put her hand on the boys
shoulder. "You made this mess, now you lick it up" she told him. He
looked horrified at the prospect, began to back away. T pushed him
down to his knees and thrust her thigh at his face, "I said, lick it up
boy, do it, and do it now." The frightened boy did as he was told.
He closed his eyes and his tongue came out, landing in his cum
which had now begun to run down T's thigh. "Open your eyes so you
can see where to lick boy." She told him. He did as told.
T waited patiently for the boy to finish cleaning her thigh, knowing he
was angry and upset, terrified even. He would have trouble getting
another hard on so soon, and this is what she had waited for. Now
she could begin to have her fun. When he had licked all of his cum
from her thigh, she pulled him to his feet. Standing before him she
cupped her breasts and tweaked her own nipples, moaning low in her
throat. The boy watched as she caressed her own body, down her
stomach, to her hairy mound. "Watch me!" she commanded as her
fingers pulled open her pussy lips and exposed her clit. She
massaged it gently, while watching his face, and his cock. It had not
stirred to life again yet, and this pleased her. She took her fingers
from her pussy, all wet with her juice and placed them on the boys
lips. "Lick them" she told him. Her pussy smell was strong and
musty, not unpleasant. He opened his mouth and licked her fingers
clean. She dipped her fingers into her pussy again, getting them wet,
then began to rub it all over the boy. He stood still, shaking, goose
bumps covering his flesh.
Her wet fingers found his little hairless sack and she cupped them in
her hand, gently squeexing them. The boy moaned and his cock
once again began to grow. Smiling now, T dipped her fingers into her
pussy again, and this time rubbed her juice up and down the boy's
small shaft. T went to her knees before the boy, and began to nip at
his thighs, turning him around to nip on his ass and the back of his
thighs, her fingers still lightly stroking his 12 year old cock. It
was
still not completely hard as T turned him around to face her again.
She nipped his thighs harder this time, nearer his little sack. When
he flinched, she looked up at him and said, "get it hard little boy, or
I
might have to bite it". The boys eyes flew open in fear at her words
and what ever hardness he had, fled in a flash. T knew this would
happen, had looked forward to it. She licked the boys thighs,
stomach, moving up to his chest. Sucking on his little nipples, her
hands squeezing his ass. She sucked on his throat, nibbled on his
ear and whispered, "do I have to bite it?" The boy groaned as she
pulled him into her arms and hugged him to her breasts.
Martin and I watched her in action, impressed with her method of
teasing.
T asked Martin, "might I have a glass of ice water, please?" Our man
hurried to comply and quickly brought her the water. She thanked
him and turned back to the boy. She pushed his legs apart and then
moved the glass between his legs, then moved it up until his hairless
little balls were just sitting in the ice. The boy shivered and shrank
away, but not as much as his cock did. His balls shrank against his
body, his dick shriveled to nothing. T removed the water and engulfed
the boy's cock and balls in her warm wet mouth. The boy groaned in
pleasure as she sucked every inch of his little cock and balls into her
mouth and twirled her tongue around them. After only a few seconds,
he seemed to become hard, started to thrust his hips forward. T
quickly released his cock from her mouth, and once again doused his
balls in the iced water, this time with his cock too. The boy
screamed in shock as the icy waves rushed over his little cock. T
smiled, held the glass against him and whispered, "you like it don't
you baby?" The boy shook his head no, tears forming in his eyes.
By now T's pussy was so hot and wet, her juices were flowing down
her leg. She removed the glass of ice water from the boys cock and
balls and lay back in a chair, her legs spread wide. She commanded
the boy, "crawl over here and lick me. Start at my toes, or you will
get the ice again." The boy hurried to comply and was at her feet,
tongue licking between and around her toes. He moved at a pace she
set by guiding his head with her hand in his hair. He licked her feet,
her calves, her thighs. When his face was close to her pussy she
commanded in a throaty whisper, "lick my pussy boy". We watched
as the boy pushed his face between her legs, searching for the
warmth of ther pussy on his tongue. She moaned and thrust her hips
up onto his tongue, her juices coating it freely. Whenever his tongue
caressed her clit she almost purred like a kitten. She reached down
and spread her pussy lips wider and exposed all of her clit, which was
hard, and big. "Suck it right there boy!" she said. He obeyed and
when his lips closed upon that hard nub and sucked she bucked and
fucked his face for all she was worth, sending waves of juices down
his chin and onto the chair. When her cum subsided, she noticed the
boys cock was hard again. She pulled him up into her lap, then to
his knees, his cock at her lips. T opened her mouth and sucked him
in, grasping his ass, playing lightly with his asshole, and forcing his
cock in and out of her mouth. When she felt his cock begin to throb,
she lightly bit down upon it, shocking the boy into remission. Again
she sucked him, her tongue snaking out, down and around his balls,
up and down the length of his cock. Once again he was ready to
cum and T bit down again, a little harder this time. The boy moaned
in pain, and need, his little ass wiggling and writhing in her hands.
Once again, she gently, lovingly sucked his hard little cock, harder
now, more determined to make him cum. She had a special surprise
for him. His cock began to throb almost immediately, and he flinched
expecting her teeth. When they did not bite into him he groaned and
began fucking her warm mouth, his hands now in her hair. She
sucked him harder, until she knew he could not hold back. Just as
he began to cum, she bit down on his little cock and at the same
time drove a finger into his pink puckered asshole. The boy
screamed as her teeth held him, forcing his cum out of him. He did
not know which way to move, the teeth on his cock holding him one
way, the finger in his ass holding him the other way. He could not
stop cumming !! He screamed and screamed as her teeth released
him and she sucked his small cock dry.
The boy sank to the floor in an exhausted heap, barely able to move,
and still T was not finished. She lay him on his back and straddled
his face, pushing her lush pussy against his soft lips. She rubbed her
clit against his lips and he opened his mouth to except that nub, and
suckled it like a baby on a tit. T moaned in pure pleasure as she
allowed the boy to drink the last of her juices. He tried to snuggle
against her and she pushed him away and asked Martin, "have him
removed please". Our man instantly snatched the boy up and took
him from the room. T quietly stood and dressed, then sat in the chair
relaxing. "Wonderful Martin ! Exquisite!" I should like to buy that
one, what is your price?" Martin grinned and said, "$5,000." T took
out her wallet and counted out 5 one thousand dollar bills.
We enjoyed a light dinner after which T's new slave was presented to
her, dressed and ready to go. She took his hand and led him to her
limo and pushed him into the back seat. She turned to wave good-
bye and it was already obvious she was ready to have the boy again.
Martin and I waved to her and shut the door behind us. Now we were
ready for some fun of our own.
end part 1
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