It was four in the morning, and she couldn’t sleep. She was just so aware of what was only twenty feet away from her, right across the hall… three little girls, two of them her own daughters and their even younger friend, naked and fast asleep in a sweaty, sexually-satisfied slumber. Part of her wanted to sneak over, slip past the two thin wooden doors separating her from them, and to run her tongue over their pre-teen bodies, to taste their delicious little-girl pussies once more, to feast on their delicate, shy, butterfly-like kisses as she used her fingers inside their no-longer-virginal bodies to bring them to climax once more. Part of her wanted to curl up in a ball and die, to let the shame and horror and disgust of what she had done flow through her and wash away her very soul in a cleansing tidal wave. Part of her just didn’t know what she wanted. All that she did know, the only certainty in her existence at that very moment, was that she was wide awake – and freaking out.
Oh GOD, the Paula Allen thought for what felt like the millionth time, I’m a CHILD MOLESTER!!! It was bad enough that she had done – things – with her own daughters and the amazingly sexy teenage girl that she vaguely knew from the girls’ cheerleading gym, and the twenty-three year old felt a dull sickness wash over her, a twisting in her stomach as an image flashed into her head – of Sienna, adorable, sexy, and totally naked, her blonde pigtails draped over her creamy shoulders and her small, firm breasts heaving as she forced Nyssa to eat her out while Juliana fingered her sister’s tiny little asshole, and she was trying oh-so-hard not to finger herself as she took photo after photo with her new digital camera, the crotch of her panties soaked through with her own womanly slick. It was bad enough, but it was worse that she had given into her urges and joined her daughters in depravity once again, this time with little eight-year-old Bonnie Landon, and she had done so much more…
I’m horrible, I’m a monster! She felt tears stinging her eyes as she rolled onto her side and curled into a ball, feeling the threadbare flannel nightie twisting around her body but heedless of her discomfort. Consciously, she knew what she had done was horrible, wrong, sick… but another part of her thrilled at the memories that flashed into her mind. When she had succumbed to her urges and joined the trio her soul had almost screamed in pleasure, and she had allowed herself to do every sick little think that came into her mind, had performed perverted acts on sweet little Nyssa and shy little Juliana and way-too-young Bonnie, and had allowed them to do sick, perverted acts on her, and she had climaxed more in that brief hour than she had in the previous five years…
Her life had been… hard. As a girl herself she had been cute and adorable and smart – everyone had told her so. She didn’t particularly think she was, but everyone said so, so it must have been true… right? So she just was, had just been, until one day the puberty fairy had ambushed her and hit her with so much maturity that she seemingly evolved from a skinny, flat-chested tween to a buxom, drop-dead-sexy teenager overnight. Her parents had noticed, her friends had noticed… and the boys definitely noticed. She had been too young to understand, just didn’t have the knowledge of how to keep herself safe, and before she knew it she was pregnant and her life was over…
I made it, though, she reminded herself the same way she always did whenever she looked back over her life. I made it, on my own, without anyone’s help! She had dropped out of school, severed all ties with her judgmental and disapproving parents, and started working. Over the almost ten years since the twins came into her life she had supported them all, had strove to give them everything that they could ever need or want. Oh, it had been tough… there were some years in which she had worked three and four jobs just to pay the bills! But she had persevered, had somehow succeeded – at the expense of her own dating life, of course.
How long had it been since I had been intimate with another person? she wondered idly. She had learned the hard way just what happened when she gave in to her desires, and things were tough enough without adding a third child into the mix! So she hadn’t dated, hadn’t done anything except to pleasure herself in the dark of the night, using a vibrator or a dildo or (most frequently) her own fingers to tear a shuddering orgasm from her spasming pussy. It had worked, and she had managed to survive… even if she had felt some part of her self missing…
Another flash of last night roared into her consciousness unbidden, a memory of Bonnie biting down on one stiff, hard nipple and Nyssa gnawing at the other while both pushed their fingers into her greedy, needy pussy, all while Juliana squatted over her face and spread her hairless pre-teen slit as she fed her mother her own juices… and the woman stifled a whimper of misery as she felt her already sticky pussy start to slick once more. I’m a sick, twisted pervert… she sobbed silently as she allowed one hand to drift down her body. She didn’t want to masturbate, but the memories of what she had done, and how much she enjoyed doing it, was making her so hot…
A quiet chime shook her out of her reverie. At first she wasn’t quite sure what it was, until she realized that it was her cell. Rousing herself, she retrieved the small black phone from the nightstand and flicked the screen – and saw that she had just received a text. Weird, who would be trying to contact me at four in the morning? With her thumb she opened the message and read…
You’re probably freaking out. Don’t worry, I can help. Meet later to talk?
She didn’t recognize the number, but the thought that there was someone who understood, someone who knew what she had done but wasn’t judging, calmed her just a bit. Part of her didn’t want to meet with the stranger, didn’t want to relive her perverted night – but she had to know! Distantly, almost as if it was someone else typing, she wrote her reply – Yes, please! Where and when…
Brooke growled as she stabbed the touch screen of her phone with her thumb, instantly cutting the pre-recorded voice of Sienna as her squad lieutenant informed her that she was unavailable, but she should leave a message, she so wanted to talk to her… Why can’t I get a hold of anyone? the sixteen-year-old wondered as she dropped the phone onto the mattress next to her and rolled onto her back, tucking her hands behind her head as enjoying the cool air from the vent wash across her bare breasts as she glared up at the canopy above her bed. I haven’t talked to EITHER of them since Friday, what the fuck? Jessie she could kind-of understand – the tough, pixie-haired girl was always a bit on the unreliable side, but it was an aspect of her personality that she had come to accept. But Sienna?It’s Sunday afternoon, I KNOW she does her homework, she grumped. Where the HELL is she? Where are THEY?
She sighed as she sat up and scanned her bedroom, trying to decide what to do. There was nothing at the moment... she just couldn’t think of anything. Hungry, she acknowledged as her stomach grumbled, and without a better idea she slid off the mattress and onto the floor. Go get some food, then maybe do MY homework, she decided. She retrieved a pair of tiny shorts from the floor, slid them up her toned legs, and then slipped the first thing that fell into her hand – an incredibly short belly-tee that exposed a good four inches of her flat, tanned, toned belly (but was far better than parading around topless!) – over her shoulders, giving herself just a bit of modesty as she tugged it down over her B-cup breasts. Food, homework, and try to reach them again, she plotted as she left her bedroom and padded down the stairs, a tiny little scowl on her face as she brooded.
She found her mother and sister in the kitchen, the former standing at the counter making sandwiches while the latter sat at the table, her chin cupped in her palms as she stared off into space. Debbie Landon glanced at her eldest daughter as Brooke slipped into the room, her mouth pursing just a little bit at the sheer amount of skin the sixteen-year-old was displaying but electing to let her daughter’s lack of dress slide. “It’s so nice of you to get up and join the rest of the living,” mother snarked, her musical voice filled with a dry, sarcastic humor. “And look, it’s before one!”
Brooke glanced at the clock on the stove and noted that it was indeed 12:57, rolled her eyes, and made a beeline for the refrigerator. “I was working on some squad stuff upstairs,” she replied as she opened the door and peered at the contents, ignoring the wash of cold air over her slightly sweaty skin. “We got a practice meet in a month, so I want to make sure we’re ready,” she explained. Nothing looks good…
“Well, I wish you would put as much effort into your homework as you do with cheerleading,” her mother replied. Debbie finished smearing the mayo on the bread (Ick! Brooke thought with disgust), put the knife in the sink, and closed the sandwich. “You’re smart, you could be top of your class,” she opined.
“My grades are fine,” Brooke mumbled. Absolutely nothing in the refrigerator appealed to her, and with a little sniff of annoyance she shut the door and made her way over to the table. “Hey, spratling,” she said as she passed by her younger sister, flicking one of the eight-year-old’s pigtails as she moved. “How goes the tumbling?”
Bonnie’s reaction surprised her – the second that her fingertips made contact with the dangling tail, the little girl jumped in her chair as if she had been goosed. “Nothing!” the eight-year-old squeaked, blushing furiously as she stared at the teenager with wide, almost guilty eyes.
Brooke looked at her oddly as she slid into her chair. “Nothing, what?” she asked. Okay, now THAT was weird…
Bonnie shivered as her blush deepened even further, and the brunette hugged herself as she looked away. “Nothing, nothing” she mumbled in reply.
“She’s probably thinking about her homework,” her mother remarked as she brought lunch to the table, placing a plate with a sandwich in front of Bonnie and another, much larger one in front of her chair. “At least, that’s what I think she’s thinking about,” Debbie added as she took a seat herself.
“Yeah,” Bonnie agreed quickly, although she wouldn’t meet either her sister’s or mother’s eyes and blushed furiously. “That’s it. Homework.”
Brooke rolled eyes and slouched in her chair, unfocusing her eyes as the thoughts roiled through her head. First Sienna and Jessie vanish, she mused as she fired another scowl at her mother, glanced at her sister (who had elected to go back to staring off into space, totally ignoring the sandwich in front of her), and tried not to acknowledge her hunger as her tummy grumbled again. And now Bonnie’s acting weird. What’s going on around here? I have no idea…
She kissed me!
Patrice realized that she was once again staring off into space with a slightly goofy smile on her face, shook herself back to reality, and returned to sweeping the garage floor. It was hot, sweaty work, but it was something her parents insisted that she did if she were to get her allowance – and, given her taste in a particularly expensive brand of lip-gloss, she certainly needed the money! She knew she was close to being finished… she had moved most of the lawn care gear out onto the driveway and had generally neatened things up, and all that was left was sweeping the warm concrete floor and putting everything back, and then she would be five dollars richer. But it was hard to stay focused, especially when her confused brain consistently went back to her conversation with Jenny on the swings yesterday and what they had done…
Just like now. Her momentary thought of her favorite lip-gloss reminded her of her lips, which brought the memory of Jenny’s lips, soft and sweet and oh-so gentle against hers, fluttering to the front of her memory, and the twelve-year-old shivered despite the stuffy, musty, dusty heat of the garage as her tween pussy twitched and oozed once more. She kissed me, and I kissed her! her brain crowed once again as her sweeping slowed, slowed further, and then stopped once more. And we made out, and it was so hot…
She hadn’t thought about it, hadn’t even realized that she could have considered it, before it had happened… The idea that Jenny might be into her, that a girl two years younger than she was could even be thinking about stuff like that, was just so alien that it had never even crossed her mind. But then they had sat on the swings, and the Asian girl had kissed her, and she had kissed Jenny right back, and though their little impromptu lesbian make-out session only lasted a brief while and was way public nothing had interrupted the hottest five minutes of her life…
I think I’m gay, she decided as she rubbed the space between her upper lip and nose and scowled a little bit. Am I gay? It was all so confusing, and Patrice could only tightly grip the handle of the broom as she leaned forward, stared off into space, and gnawed her lower lip. I liked kissing her, and… And… And it had made her wet, made her lightly-fuzzed slit so drippy wet that she was convinced that it looked like she had peed her pants, that her shame was apparent for everyone to see! That night, under the covers in her darkened bedroom, she touched herself, stroked herself into a frothing frenzy, but this time she imagined Jenny, imagined her tiny, petite, sweet-little fellow cheerleader, and her orgasm was so intense she actually passed out for a few seconds. I liked kissing her, and I came so hard when thinking of her, she concluded as she forced herself to go back to sweeping. So I MUST be gay! Am I? Maybe I am, but I don’t know. So what if I am?
She was totally okay with that, totally fine with being a lesbian. And she knew that most of her friends would be totally fine with it. But NOW her big problem was how she wanted to do so much more with Jenny, and the desperate little ache in her chest as she tried to come up with a plan to see if Jenny wanted to do so much more with her.
There’s got to be something…
From her perch on the eleventh floor, Special Agent Elaine Dryer would have found her view of San Francisco little more than a blurry, moist smear due to the fog that lay across the city like a gentle blanket – that is, if she even bothered to look. As it was, the FBI agent was far too busy to actually turn her head from her computer screen. Before her, hundreds of emails filled her inbox, hundreds of…
Most of these are crap, she mused as she sat back in her chair and, with a sigh, opened up the next message. It was from some generic citizen reporting that Muslim terrorists were using their oil-derived wealth and trying to corner the market on gas station ownership in Fresno, all part of a grand, nefarious plot to either destroy the city or convert the populace to Islam – even the author himself didn’t seem too sure. Crap, she concluded as she hit a button and sent the email into the ‘wackjob’ folder for someone (probably her) to deal with down the road. WAY down the road. After all, she had another thousand of crap emails with which to deal, minor and likely fictional crimes reported by clinical paranoids with only the loosest grip on reality. It was what her career had become.
It was her penance for being wrong.
The forty-something woman sighed and ran her fingers through her loose, dirty-blonde curls as her mind raced back to THE MISTAKE. She had been in Washington, her career on track and doing just fine – but then she had erred. One of her neighbors seemed to be living way beyond his means, and she had somehow decided that she needed to look into where he got his income. She didn’t have all the information she should have had, but she had gone ahead and launched a full inquiry into charges of corporate tax evasion. She was so sure he was guilty… she was positive that something criminal was going on!
But I was wrong, so wrong… It had turned out that he had inherited the money from his parents, both of whom died the previous year. And he had juice that she wasn’t aware of, some major pull with a Senator with whom he had grown up with, a Senator who wasn’t quite as forgiving as psychotic, meth-addicted biker. The scandal was enough to render her radioactive, and force her from the seat of power to the other side of the country... where she was given the task of following up on the most pointless of leads. It was my fault, all my fault that I lost everything…
Elaine sighed, tucked her silk blouse a bit further into the waistband of her skirt, and leaned forward to open the next email. And paused… This one was different. Far from being another paranoid tip from some lunatic crank, the sender of this one looked official. She scanned the message, took in the official-looking watermark and detailed contact information both above and below the spare, direct language, and re-read the note. It was from a woman named Gwendolyn Smythe of the British NCA, and got straight to the point. I found something that I think is happening in your area, and I was hoping to get your help chasing down some information…
Special Agent Dyer clicked on the attached photo and could only stare as her gaze took in a digital reproduction of the cover of a magazine entitled Little Lovers. “Kiddie porn?” she whispered to herself as she felt her pulse quicken in her chest – now THAT was something worth pursuing, something that might put her back in the Bureau’s good graces! She leaned even closer and stared intently at the photo of a pretty blonde teenager in a cheerleading outfit identified as Sienna (obviously a fake name) flipping up her short skirt and exposing herself for the camera with a saucy smile…
Jessie used the small towel to wipe some of the sweat from her collarbone. That was the worst part about cheerleading practice in early September – it was still way too hot, so hot that the only way she could get cooler was to strip down even more until she was naked. As it was the tiny sports bra stretched across her small breasts and low-ride skin-tight stretch pants left nothing to the imagination, and that was as far down as her modesty allowed her to strip – and so she was forced to swelter in her sweat-soaked workout gear. Still sucks, she thought with a scowl as she raked her fingers through her short, spiky hair in an attempt to flick some of the sweat from her platinum locks and tried to imagine that it was February, that there was an icy blizzard outside.
It didn’t help that much.
“Hey,” a tiny voice sounded next to her. Jessie looked over her shoulder at face Sienna, trying hard to ignore the deep crimson flush of her best friend’s chest and neck. Like her the golden-haired blonde was in tight stretchy pants and a sports bra, but she even made those seem oh-so-elegant and refined. Jessie noticed her friend’s blue eyes flick down her glistening, gleaming body before darting back up to her face, and she could have sworn that Sienna’s blush grew just a bit deeper. “I… Ronnie’s in the locker room now, most of the other girls have gone,” she finally mumbled as she looked away.
“That’s… Okay.” Jessie could feel her own cheeks burning as well as she caught herself glancing up and down Sienna’s body, wondering… Just wondering. This is SO weird, she moaned to herself as she felt her pussy slick just the littlest bit, remembering…
When she had realized that Sienna was standing over her two days ago, standing and watching as she furiously worked to frig herself stupid, Jessie felt a flash of shame – but then her best friend kissed her, and had taken over strumming the fourteen-year-old’s rock-hard clit, and all of her shame vanished in a tidal wave of pure sexual pleasure, and she came so hard that she swore that she lost consciousness for a few seconds. It was good, so good, and she had to fight the urge to beg for more, fight the urge to wrestle her best friend onto the bed and pull off her clothes and simply enjoy her body…
But she resisted. Sienna had finally confessed what was happening to her, what was making her act so weird – how she was losing time, how she was having sex, lots of sex with women and girls she could barely remember, and the flashing lights. And Jessie had admitted the existence of Little Lovers, showing her best friend the magazine with Ronnie on the cover. The pair spent almost an hour pouring over the pictorals, trying to figure out if the two were related… and failed miserably. And then Sienna kissed her again, and Jessie responded, and they lay back and gasped and moaned in each other’s mouths as they stroked their opposite’s clit, until both came in great, shuddering gasps locked in their passionate embrace…
And now it’s WEIRD!!! Jessie wasn’t sure how she felt – she had never thought of Sienna in THAT way before, had always regarded the stylish girl as a friend and not a lover. But now she’s both, she mused as she glanced at the blonde’s small, firm breasts and glanced away again. How does she feel about me? Should we… talk, or something? “I guess… we should probably go and spy on her, see what she’s doing, right?” she finally muttered. “See if she’s, I dunno… Doin’ a porno shoot or something?”
“R… right,” Sienna agreed. The blue-eyed girl flipped her pigtails over her shoulders and Jessie felt a twisting deep in her belly as she realized just how drop-dead sexy her best friend was, how the light from overhead made her mostly-bare shoulders and chest gleam and sparkle. “Let’s… just be quiet, I don’t think that we want people to think we’re pervs or something.”
“Right.” Aware of how near Sienna was, aware of the warm, musky scent of girl-sweat seeming to waft straight from the girl behind her straight into her sinuses, Jessie turned and made her way across the floor with her best friend following closely. Focus! she ordered herself. Don’t think about her, don’t think about how good it would taste to kiss her, touch her, make her feel so good…
Their tennis shoes made quiet little scuffing noises on the hard padding of the floor as they slipped across the empty gym. Jessie paused for a moment at the door to the changing room, her mouth suddenly dry. Was she doing the right thing? It all seemed so weird, that she and Sienna were going to sneak in and spy on a girl that she had already seen naked, that people around the world had already seen naked and doing nasty, vicious things to herself, and her heart pounded in her chest as she swallowed. Of course Sienna was right behind her, had to be right behind her dressed in almost nothing and smelling so sweet and girly and her breath was right on the back of her neck… “Ready?” she whispered over her shoulder.
“No,” Sienna whispered back, her voice sounding right next to her head. “I don’t know if I want to know if…”
“Don’t worry,” Jessie said softly, flashing the sexy fourteen-year-old a smile that exuded more confidence than she felt. “I’ll protect you.” She gave Sienna a quick little kiss and then turned back, moving towards the door that seemed to almost exude menace. I saw her go in there, but what if she’s not alone? The platinum blonde mused as she gnawed on her lower lip. All the girls were running around, I couldn’t keep track of everyone. She didn’t know… She didn’t know if she wanted to know. But she had to know. She took a deep, shuddering breath, exhaled, and gripped the handle of the door…
When Ronnie had pulled her into the small alcove created by the rows of wood-faced lockers in the girl’s changing room, Laurie had almost squeaked in shocked surprise – but she had calmed instantly when she realized who it was, and didn’t try to fight as the redhead clasped her palm over her mouth and whispered for her to stay quiet. They had waited for almost ten minutes until the last sounds of the rest of the squad faded from the room, and then the twelve-year-old released her with a smile and took a seat on the wooden changing bench next to them. The brunette almost shivered as Ronnie lounged back, clad only in her tiny black bra and black cotton panties and looking all sorts of cute and sexy and succulent with her crimson locks twisted into a set of pigtails and bare, sweat-slicked flesh gleaming in the light, straddling her seat and smiling up at her friend with an almost saucy grin. “You seem to be in more clothes than me, so go ahead,” she said gently. “Take ‘em all off.”
Laurie blushed a bit and giggled nervously as she glanced behind her, convinced that the other girls would come charging back in at any second to catch them – but at the same time the aching need deep in her belly, a need caused by the far-more-knowledgeable girl before her was impossible to resist. “Are you sure we should be doing this here?” she whispered weakly, trying to fight her own fears. “Somebody might come in, we might get caught!”Oh GOD, this is so dangerous, she thought as she took another glance behind her. Nothing but other lockers, mirrors, sinks… nothing.
Ronnie snickered. “That’s what makes it so hot! Besides,” she added as she leans back a bit and lets her knees fall open to expose her cotton-covered crotch to the chestnut-haired girl, “you’ve got to learn to take care of yourself when you get horny, no matter where or when.” The redhead ran her fingertips up slit through the thin cotton of her panties and shuddered visibly. “And I’m horny right now. Aren’t you? Are you ready for another lesson in pleasing a girl?”
“Y… yes,” Laurie admitted. She thought back to the practice she had just completed, back to Brooke and how unbelievably hot the sixteen-year-old looked as she flipped and cartwheeled and jumped and rolled while just wearing a tiny, skin-tight pair of shorts and tight athletic bra that made her breasts look like two perfect globes, a perfect, gleaming goddess whose body almost seemed to beckon to the twelve-year-old, and she shuddered a bit as she felt the warm wetness of her slit start to ooze. She glanced over her shoulder and spared one more glance behind her, and then pulled her tee up and off body, working the sweaty garment over her ponytail before tossing it onto the floor beside her. Next came the shiny satin shorts, which she worked over her hips and down her legs, and then she was standing in front of Ronnie in only her panties. “Do you think I’m pretty?” she asked as her blush deepened, and she subconsciously crossed one forearm over her puffy nipples in a vague attempt at modesty.
The redhead stared hungrily at her for a moment with her green eyes calculating, and then she broke into a wide, somewhat wicked grin. “You mean,” she teased, “are you pretty enough to make Brooke fall in love with you, right?” When she started and looked guilty Ronnie just laughed. “Oh don’t worry, nobody else knows,” she said, waving one arm dismissively. “But I was watching during practice, and saw where you kept staring… You’re, like, so totally hot for her, right?”
“She’s just so beautiful, and nice,” Laurie whispered as her mind whirled back to the image of the sixteen-year-old in her mind. Her cunny slicked even more, and she shivered as a dreamy smile crossed her face. “I want her so bad…”
“I so know, she is, like, smoking hot!” Ronnie hooked her fingers under her sports bra and worked the tight, stretchy thing up and off her head, exposing her own slightly puffy nipples to Laurie’s gaze. The redhead’s budding breasts were tiny little swells high up on her chest, bright, stiff pink nipples capping inch-high pokies that proved she was beginning her journey into womanhood. “D’ya like to imagine that she’s the one fingering you when you get off?”
“Yeah.” She was so hot, feeling so fucking horny that she thought she would go insane! Laurie became distantly aware of a glorious sensations radiating from between her legs, and realized with surprise that her hand seemed to have crept into the cleft between her legs and was stroking her stiffening clit all on its own. “Who do you imagine when you do that?” she asked, curious.
Ronnie gave a little laugh. “I don’t need to do that,” she smirked. The redhead placed both her heels on the wooden bench, lifted her hips, and slid her tight, somewhat sweaty panties down her thighs. “I haven’t needed to do solo stuff since I started playing with other girls,” she explained. “Either I get horny and find someone to fuck, or my body takes over ‘n I do it anyway. Who needs to frig off when it’s so easy to find a girl to eat you out?” she concluded with a wicked grin as she tossed her dirty underwear in the direction of her friend and returned to her straddling position on the bench.
“God, you’re such a slut,” Laurie laughed. The sheer ease at which her friend – her best friend, she realized with a tiny little spark of happiness – not only admitted her sheer love of sex but practically bragged about it, washed away every last scrap of her nervousness. “So, just how many girls have you done?” she asked as she too grasped the waist of her panties and slid them down her legs.
“I dunno,” the redhead replied with a shrug. She sat back on the bench in what the brunette knew was a conscious pose – palms bracing her arms behind her back, hips rolled up, legs lolling to either side, all to expose the tiny, quarter-on-edge dark slit hiding just below the light dusting of dark red fuzz on her mound – and chewed her lip for a second as she pondered the question. “Fifteen, twenty that I can remember. It’s probably a lot more than that, if you take those ‘body forces you to do stuff’ times into account. It’s really not all that important, is it? I mean, why do you ask?”
“I dunno,” Laurie echoed with a shrug of her own. “I was just curious.” She tossed her panties in the direction of Ronnie (who gave an adorable little giggle as she batted them out of the air), and then slipped deeper into the alcove. The redhead’s skin felt like silk as she stroked her girlfriend, and then leaned down to share a hot open-mouthed kiss with the girl. Ronnie tasted wonderful, her breath a combination of mint and something, and the flavor of her lover combined with the delicate sweat/little girl scent tickling her nostrils to cause a twisting, aching need deep in her belly. She stroked the redhead’s collarbone, her fingertips tracing the bone for a few moments, and then slid lower, seeking the stiff, puffy nipples gracing the girl’s chest. Ronnie gasped in her mouth as she made contact and flicked once, twice, three times before taking the nubbin between her thumb and forefinger and pinching ever-so-gently, a gasp that degenerated into a moan of passion as the redhead squirmed a bit in pleasure. “Am I doing this right?” she asked in a quiet, almost ethereal whisper.
“Y… yeah, that’s good.” Ronnie kissed her again and let her own hand stroke the brunette, and Laurie shivered as she felt the touch of the girl slide across her own belly. “My nips are so fucking tender, don’t go too hard,” she added.
“Mine too,” Laurie admitted. She tweaked the nipple again and then allowed her hand to continue further down, sliding across the redhead’s own tummy towards her goal. Gently she lay Ronnie down on the bench, supporting the girl with one arm as she nuzzled the side of her neck, until her lover was laying flat on the wooden surface. Both lips and fingers slid further down the twelve-year-old’s body, seeking those sensitive places that the brunette knew from personal experience would drive her wild, trying to prove to the far more experienced tween that she was just as capable a lesbian! Her lips made contact with Ronnie’s nipple at the same instant her fingertips complete their journey through the delicate peach fuzz of the redhead’s barely-there pubes and found her clit, and the cheerleader arched her back and squeaked at the twinned sensations arcing through her body. “Oh, did I do something you weren’t expecting, slut?” she teased gently with a tiny little smile as she rolled the stiff nubbin between her lover’s legs.
“Yeah, actually, you did,” Ronnie admitted. Her neck and cheeks were flushed a deep red, and Laurie could see her nostrils flare as she breathed deep, her lust rising with each passing second. “If you can figure out what gets me hot, guess you’re not as big a prude as I thought!”
“Bitch.” Laurie smiled as she nipped at the redhead’s nipple, an act that tore a small cry of pained-pleasure from between her lover’s lips and caused her hips to jerk upwards. The motion brought her tween slit higher, and the brunette didn’t have to do anything as her index and middle fingers sank into the redhead’s cunny up to the first knuckle. “Oh, you want to get fingered, do you?” she asked, and then flicked out her tongue to lap at the rock-hard nubbin at her lips.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Ronnie begged, her words filled with sexual need and bordering on a whine. “Yes, do it, finger me, finger my pussy!”
And Laurie did, succumbing to the burning desire to make Ronnie cum so hard that she would pass out. Holding the hyper-sensitive nipple gently between her teeth, she flicked her tongue across the tip as she slowly pushed her twinned fingers in and out of the redhead’s slick, dripping pussy, sliding all the way inside the sexy tween’s pussy before pulling out, and then back in, and back out, firmer, more insistent with every pump. At the same time her thumb found Ronnie’s clit, and within seconds her lover was squirming on the bench before her and the alcove was filled with the sounds of sex as the redhead’s grunts and cries of pleasure warred with the wet slurping sounds emanating from her tight cunny as Laurie fingerfucked her best friend and imagined that it was Brooke at the end of her attentions…
When Jessie pulled her into the locker room to spy on Ronnie, Sienna wasn’t quite sure what to expect. The thought of actually spying had never occurred to her, and her knowledge of the subject hovered somewhere around zero – but the pixie-haired blonde seemed to know what she was doing, so the fourteen-year-old went along with it.
Inside the room Sienna couldn’t see anything out of place… the entryway took a dogleg to the left (to prevent anyone from seeing anything they shouldn’t through the open door, of course) before opening out into a room large enough for twenty girls to get changed from the street clothing into their workout gear. She had been inside so often that she thought she could navigate the place with her eyes closed – the rather worn and lightly stained industrial carpeting that had no padding whatsoever, the three little alcoves created by the jutting double wall of lockers installed to maximize space, the heavy shellacked wooden benches worn smooth by years of female backsides wriggling on them, the counter with sinks that few people ever actually used and the massive room-long mirror affixed above that everyone took advantage of, she knew the place like the back of her hand. And for the first few seconds past the door, the honey-haired blonde girl thought that she was alone with her best friend and fellow spy.
She opened her mouth to say something when the quiet, almost inaudible sound of a muffled conversation reached her ears. She half-turned, but before she could do more than glance at her compatriot Jessie promptly clasped a hand over her mouth, grabbed her around the waist, and pulled her back into the first alcove. What… For a moment Sienna was confused and more than a little bit flustered at the bare-flesh-on-flesh contact between the two of them – but then she glanced towards the mirror, saw the back of a girl clad only in a tiny tee-shirt and tightish satin shorts, and she froze. I can see their reflections! she realized as the brown-haired girl – Laurie Pritchard, she recognized – took a half-step to the side to reveal the rest of the center alcove and little Ronnie Glau, her crimson hair twisted into a pair of pigtails and her pale skin almost gleaming in the light from overhead, straddling the bench with a wicked-looking smile on her face. And she was mostly naked, clad only in a tiny little sports bra and cotton panties.
Holy shit! the fourteen-year-old thought as Ronnie said something so softly that she couldn’t hear, and then suddenly Laurie pulled off her top in a single fluid motion. They’re stripping! Are they gonna… She squirmed a bit in Jessie’s grip but her best friend held her tight, pulling her as far back as the pair could go while still maintaining a watch in the mirror. Sienna was aware, so very aware of the fellow cheerleader pressed against her back and peering over her shoulder, and she couldn’t help the flush of embarrassment from darkening her cheeks as she felt her cunny slick inside her shorts. A burst of quiet giggles from the younger girls tore her attention from her – whatever – and back to the mirror, and her eyes widened as Laurie rolled her tiny little panties down her thighs and tossed them at Ronnie. For her part the redhead had stripped as well, pulling off anything that might interfere with displaying her nude, gleaming body while Sienna’s attention had been momentarily distracted, but now she could see the girl in all her glory. Ronnie was half-laying back on the bench, her hands propped behind her and her legs lolling open, and Sienna flushed even deeper as her gaze was drawn to the tiny tween slit between the redhead’s legs. It’s like a quarter on edge, she mused, but then Laurie’s bare, flat little-girl ass blocked her view, and she could only watch as the pair shared a light, gentle kiss. They’re lovers?!? When the realization that the two were a couple sank into her consciousness Sienna actually started in shock.
A sudden soft, light, almost tentative nuzzle against the side of her neck surprised her, but her body definitely welcomed it… The sight of the two twelve-year-olds, nude and enjoying each other’s bodies, had caused her pussy to slick almost to the point that she feared she would ooze through both thong and shorts. Jessie’s body almost seemed to burn into her back, a white-hot heat radiating from her mostly-bare flesh that was driving Sienna crazy. She could feel everything, from the blonde’s small breasts pressing against her middle of her back to the sweat-slicked flesh of her belly against her spine to the front of Jessie’s pelvis pressed against her firm, heart-shaped asscheeks, from the delicate tickle of Jessie’s breath against the back of her neck to the slim forearm pressed against her belly holding her tight, and it was all she could do not to moan in pure sexual longing. Jessie kissed her neck again, and then moved her lips up to her ear… and when the platinum blonde gently nipped at her lobe, Sienna jerked with the tiniest of mini-orgasms. No, no, no… To make matters even worse, her friend didn’t seem to get her telepathic plea for mercy, but instead pulled her restraining arm away from her stomach and slid her palm down, down past the waistband of her shorts and into the cleft between her legs, where her fingertips instinctively found her hyper-sensitive clit and stroked, sliding easily along the satin of Sienna’s shorts and making her feel so good…
And through it all she could do nothing but watch the twelve-year-olds in the mirror. Laurie had laid Ronnie back on the bench, kissing her deeply as she slid her fingers into the redhead’s tiny little slit. Sienna was astonished that something that looked so tiny could stretch enough to accommodate the brunette’s twin fingers but it did, and she was mesmerized as Laurie slid her digits completely inside her lover while worrying Ronnie’s clit with her thumb. Oh God, oh my GOD… Distantly she was aware of Jessie slipping her hand up and into her shorts, felt her best friend’s fingers sliding over the light dusting of pubic fuzz she allowed to remain on her mound and straight towards her pussy, locating her clit within seconds and sending electric bolts of pure pleasure shooting up through her body. Her friend dropped her hand from her mouth and Sienna was forced to bite her lip to keep from whimpering as the pixie-haired girl yanked her sports bra up and exposed her tiny A-cup breasts to the open air and flicked one stiff nipple with her thumbnail before pinching the nubbin lightly and giving it a little tug.
No, oh GOD no, don’t do that, she silently begged. You’re driving me insane! Between the sensations roiling through her body as Jessie furiously worked her clit and simultaneously tweaked her sensitive nipple, Sienna could barely tell where she was or even who she was – and the sight of the twelve-year-olds in the mirror, of Laurie forcing a third finger inside Ronnie’s already-full cunny and fingerfucking her teammate while suckling on one tiny budding breast made her hotter than she had ever been, ever thought she could be. Deep in her belly her womb twitched once, twice, and then twisted again and again and again and she was cumming, exploding into the hardest orgasm she had ever experienced in her fourteen years of life, a dizzying clenching of her cunny as she felt the wet squirt of her girl juices straight into her panties and felt her consciousness slipping away…
She slipped onto the bed between Juliana and Nyssa, her pussy practically drooling at the thought of the lewd things she was going to do to the nine-year-old twins, of the lewd things that they were going to do to her! Juliana snuggled close and tugged the hem of her cheer skirt up to her belly button and spread her legs, and then with a glance in the teenager’s direction she reached her other hand down and spread apart her pre-teen slit. “Nys, is my cunny pretty like Sienna’s?” the little girl asked, but her twin sister was far too busy to answer as she lapped at the fourteen-year-old’s pussy. “What’s she doing?” Juliana asked.
“She’s eating me out.” Sienna was feeling so good, luxuriating in the sparking sensations flowing from her so-stiff-it-hurt clit as the nine-year-old wormed her tongue past her slightly puffy lips and into her fuck-hole. “That’s what girls do to each other,” she explained. It was difficult to talk, so difficult to keep the sheer pleasure wracking her body from turning her words into garbled grunts and moans, but she managed, somehow. “There’s this thing called a clit that feels real good when you touch it ‘n rub it, or when someone else kisses and licks it.” Like I’m going to do to you, she added silently to herself as she stroked the inside of Juliana’s smooth thigh. “All girls have one…”
Sienna slowly swam back into consciousness, her very soul being torn in half. Jessie made her feel so good when she came, but with it came the memory, the knowledge of what she had done with Juliana and Nyssa. She wanted to sob, wanted to scream in horror – but she had to keep quiet, she didn’t want to interrupt Ronnie and Laurie, especially when the pair of tweens were obviously so close to their own orgasms. I remember! Some of it… she mused as she quietly gasped for air and her friend, her lover, nuzzled the side of her neck as she held the trembling girl close. I remember! Oh GOD, I remember…
“I… don’t understand.”
The woman sitting across from her was gorgeous, Rebecca Pritchard had to admit that much was true… but she was also a moron. Why the hell did they push her onto me? she moaned once more as she sighed quietly, raked her fingers through her long brown hair, and tried to remain patient. “Look, think of it like this,” she explained quietly as she leaned against the edge of the table, lowering her voice to prevent anyone from eavesdropping on their conversation. “How many guys have you slept with?”
“Two,” Paula Allen admitted with a blush as she too leaned forward.
Really? Only two? The brunette struggled – and succeeded – in keeping the surprise off her face at the redhead’s admission. I would have thought it’d be up in the triple digits, given the way she throws those jugs of hers around! “Oh… kay. Two guys,” she continued. “So, I’ll bet one of ‘em knocked you up with the girls, while the other just wanted to hit dat ass of yours all the time. Right?”
“Uh-huh!”
The twenty-something mother looked relieved, almost as if she couldn’t believe that someone understood what she was going through, and Rebecca felt a flash of sympathy – and that sympathy forced her to be a little more solicitous towards the brain-dead redhead. “Well, because you’ve now discovered how good another girl can feel, can make you feel, and there’s like no chance of getting pregnant now, either you or them, well… What’s the big deal about doin’ stuff with your girls?”
As the tiny little hamster behind Paula’s wide, doe-like emerald eyes started plodding along (she almost felt as if she could actually hear the squeak of the slowly-turning wheel!), Rebecca sat back and slouched in her seat. Last night had been pretty much the same as most of her Mondays – after masturbating furiously to some pictures of Sienna doing some very perverse things with a small, empty twelve-ounce water bottle, she had written up her latest creative lies, performed her weekly upload of photosets (nothing spectacular, but a few nice little bits here and there), and then checked her bank accounts. But something new had happened… the mysterious publishers of Little Lovers had sent her an email, requesting her help with a little problem. It seemed that Paula Allen, the mother of two tasty little twin nine-year-olds that she vaguely knew from her daughter’s cheerleading team, had just broken her amateur porn cherry over the weekend and was having some trouble actually figuring out how to work everything. It’s just a fucking camera! the brunette groused to herself as she watched the redhead trying to work things out in her mind. It’s not that hard! But more than just technical issues, Paula was having other problems of the more existential kind…
“I… guess that makes sense,” the redhead finally admitted. She leaned forward a bit further, practically resting her huge double-D boobs on the table (and not even noticing when the tips of one crimson pigtail actually slid through a tiny pool of syrup), and got an intense look on her face. “But they’re my girls!” she hissed quietly. “I mean, that’s like really, really sick!”
“Is it?” Rebecca dug deep and found a bit more patience, and she leaned back forward again. “You love your daughters, right? And you want to make them happy, right?” At Paula’s tiny little nod she continued. “Well, nothing feels better than cumming. And because you’re the one making them cum, then you can make sure they’re safe ‘n shit. So really,” she concluded, hoping that the woman wasn’t smart enough to see through the gaping holes in her logic, “you’re doing this out of a place of love! You make them cum, they make you cum, nobody gets knocked up or a disease or anything bad like that – everyone wins!”
“We do?”
So fucking stupid… “Yup. I mean, take me and Laurie,” she explained, allowing a tiny little smile to curl her lips as she reminisced. “I was kind-of freaking out too when I first seduced her, but it was a good thing! I mean, ever since then, she’s really grown as a woman! She’s dressing better, and she’s happier, and I know she’s been playing the field…”
“Does she have a girlfriend?” the redhead interrupted, her emerald eyes twinkling in interest.
Rebecca shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe. I do know that she’s been hooking up with different girls, and maybe a few grown women too. And she’s masturbating, like, three times a day!”
“My girls are only doin’ that once or twice a day,” Paula admitted with a smile. “But they watch each other while they do it!”
Whoa… The thought of the adorable pre-teen redheads nude on their beds, their legs thrown wide and their fingers furiously working their tiny little slits as each watched the other masturbate caused her heart to pound in her chest, and Rebecca was aware of the slicking in her pussy. “That… How do you know?” she managed to choke out.
A crafty look flashed in Paula’s eyes, and the woman dropped her voice even lower. “I put a nannycam in their bedroom, just to keep an eye on them. They started doin’ stuff to themselves last year, ‘cause they were so curious ‘n shit. And they’ve actually started kissing each other while they do themselves!”
“That’s… really hot.” Rebecca couldn’t believe just how arousing she found the thought of the twins pleasuring themselves actually was. “They are a couple of adorable little things,” she added as a small part of her mind wondered how their tiny little pussies would taste and she fought the urge to stroke herself through her tight jeans.
Paula smiled widely as a proud look crossed her face. “They so totally are,” she admitted. “But your Laurie is, like, totally hot too! She’s so pretty, ‘n she’s starting to grow into a young woman…”
“She is!” Now it was her turn to look proud, and she almost preened as she thought of the transformation her little princess was undergoing. “Y’know,” she said craftily, leaning forward even further and pitching her voice so low that the stupid redhead had to lean in as well, “it might be nice to get the three of them together sometime, for a… playdate.”
“A naked playdate?” asked Paula with a crafty look of her own.
“Exactly!”
“Wait, why just three of them?” Rebecca tore her attention away from her imagination and focused intently on the redhead, whose look of concentration was only slightly marred by the fact that she was simultaneously twirling and chewing on the tip of one pigtail. “I mean, I’ve done it with Sienna…”
“You too?” The brunette actually started at the pang of jealousy that flashed through her soul. That little CUNT… But just as soon as the storm started it ebbed as her maturity regained control. Of COURSE Sienna’s probably fucking other people, she mused. And I have no place to talk, considering that I’ve been doing Laurie and other girls as well. “I mean,” she finally said in a calm voice, “so have I.”
“Right!” Paula leaned back as a crafty look filled her normally vacant gaze. “So, why don’t we have her come along too?”
“That… could work.” Five girls, and maybe Laurie’s girlfriend if she’s got one – or maybe another one of her friends, whatever, she thought. The idea of that many nude girls playing with each other – and both she and Paula, of course – was making her wetter than she believed possible, and she felt the flush running up her neck as she squirmed in her seat. Already the wheels in her mind were turning, trying to figure out the logistics of what could possibly be the greatest evening of her life…
The final bell of the day rang, and Bonnie joined the suddenly animated and excited throng of children leaping from their desks and charging to the back of the room. Bonnie was just as excited as the others at the end of the school day but she didn’t move as fast – she hated, absolutely hated the fact that it was a zoo of her fellow seven- and eight-year-olds back at the storage cubbies, and what’s more hers was at the bottom which meant that to get her stuff she would have to worm her way through the others and then squat down. The last time that happened somebody – Probably that dick Mikey Giuladano, she thought sourly – had kicked her in the butt, literally forcing the toe of his tennis shoe between her cheeks, and she had to spend almost ten minutes with her panties practically shoved up into her poo-hole before she could sneak off somewhere private and tug the thing out! No, give it a minute, she told herself as she dawdled, gathering up the pencils and erasers and putting them in her little storage box and slipping her homework into her notebook. Let most of them leave, then I can get my stuff and take off! I’ve got so much to do…
She couldn’t help it… Her thoughts of her evening led to thoughts of cheerleading practice in an hour and a half, which led to thoughts of the other girls, which led to thoughts of Nyssa and Juliana – which naturally led to thoughts of the glorious sleepover on Saturday. Unbidden the memory of the three of them together, nude, their fingers and tongues exploring each others’ bodies and the six orgasms (Oh my GOD, she mused with a deep blush and a tiny smile, I came like SIX TIMES the first time I did it!) the twins forced her to have caused a tight twisting deep in her tummy, down a bit from her belly button. It felt good, so good to think about her nine-year-old lovers and the things they did to each other that she sometimes thought she didn’t want to think about anything else. I wanna do it again, the little girl thought as she finally moved on back through the thinning crowd and retrieved her backpack from her cubby. I wanna do it forever! Into the pack went her notebook, over her shoulder went the pack, and Bonnie was out the door, braving the crowds of laughing, screaming children filling the second floor hallway of Gittings Elementary.
That’s what they are, she sneered silently as her gaze swept from child to child, from a pair of seven-year-olds trying not to be crushed in the crowd to a gang of tough-looking eleven-year-old boys, fifth graders, shoving the others out of the way as they strode down the hall like they owned the place. Her eyes flicked through the crowd and she caught a glimpse of Jenny Rin, the fourth grader’s head down and moving fast, her rail-thin legs making the tiny little miniskirt flutter around her hips as she stared at the floor ahead of her, and Bonnie was about to call out when the sea of children shifted and the Asian girl vanished from sight and she lost the Asian girl in the crowd. Babies, that’s what they all are, she sniffed in contempt as she turned her attention back to her childish schoolmates and moved to one side as she tried to fight her way towards the exit. I’m a grown woman now! A flash of memory, of her and Nyssa cumming at the same time while Juliana was about ready to cum herself made her blush again…
Wait, she thought as her tiny hidden smile turned into a frown and she slowed. Wait, was there someone else there? I only remember me ‘n Jules ‘n Nys… The eight-year-old gnawed on her lower lip as she tried to remember, tried to work her conscious mind through the haze filling her memories. Jules had fingered me, ‘n I ate out Nys, and we two came. And then Jules was whining about how it was her turn. And then… It was weird, it didn’t make any sense – she had a feeling that there was someone else, a grown-up who was playing with them at the same time, but she just couldn’t see who it was. Couldn’t remember who it was. Was she real? she asked herself as she strained to picture the scene in her mind in the hopes of discovering who the grown-up had been who had made Juliana cum and finding nothing but the impression of massive boobs. She must have been real. Was she? I did do stuff to Jules ‘n made her cum ‘n stuff, but I wasn’t the first that night… The eight-year-old flushed slightly as she remembers the toy, the buzzing, green, hard-plastic thing that she watched vanish up inside Nyssa’s small-looking cunny and the glorious feelings that shuddered through her own tummy when the redhead had pushed it into her, but the grown-up didn’t seem real, didn’t seem like she was actually there. But she was, she must have been. It was all so confusing!
Her distraction was filling most of her awareness, which might have explained why she didn’t notice the door to the second-floor service hall quietly opening next to her… but when a tiny hand darted out, grabbed the sleeve of her blouse, and pulled her in, she almost had a heart attack! The brunette opened her mouth to scream but stifled her outburst when she saw that the hand belonged to Nyssa. “What…” she stammered in shock.
“Shh!” Nyssa placed hand over mouth and maneuvered her to the side while her twin sister peeked out into the hall. Bonnie noted that, as usual, the pair were dressed to emphasize their twin-ness… both wore tiny, short ruffled skirts in an almost glossy black and dark green babydoll tee-shirts that seemed to flow and flutter around their slim bodies like a silky fog, a sweet, pretty, elegant look that made the eight-year-old glad she had insisted upon wearing her own skirt-and-blouse combination that day (even if she thought it a bit on the girly-girl side, and had been terrified that she’d get some stain on it). In fact, the only difference between the two was that Nyssa’s hair hung loose around her shoulders and cascaded down her back like a crimson wave while Juliana had tied hers into a pair of pigtails that jutted from either side of her skull and flicked around when she moved her head too fast. The brunette took it all in within seconds as the younger twin glanced around, leaned back in, and shut the door as she nodded. “If we’re quiet, we can have some alone time,” Nyssa whispered with a grin as she removed her palm from her mouth.
“It’s been forever since we’ve seen each other,” Juliana added quietly.
“And she so wanted to see you,” her sister elaborated, her grin growing a bit more wicked. “All she does is talk about you and finger herself.”
“Nys!” the younger twin exclaimed in a strangled whisper as her pale cheeks flushed a deep red.
“She so totally missed you.”
Bonne nodded with a smile as she felt her heart start to thud in her chest and her blood surge through her veins. “I missed you too,” she said to Juliana as she gave Nyssa a hug. “I wanted to talk to you after practice on Monday, but your mom pulled you out quick.”
“Yeah, it was weird,” Nyssa replied as she returned Bonnie’s hug. She took half a step back as Juliana swooped in for her embrace, the redhead’s grip much more firm and tight than her sister’s. “She was freaking out about something.”
“Yeah, she didn’t even give us a chance to get changed, but just dragged us home,” Juliana added as she gave the eight-year-old another squeeze.
“And then she spent all evening on the computer, and insisted we didn’t go out.”
“We just stayed in and did our homework.” Juliana glanced at her sister and flushed again. “And did… other stuff, too.”
“You’re so lucky to have each other!” Bonnie felt a twisting know in her belly as she imagined what the twins had been doing – their naked bodies gleaming in the light of the room, their fingers and tongues roaming, tasting… “I… had to do finger stuff, all alone,” she explained.
“Us too, sometimes,” Nyssa replied. “And like I said, J was always thinking about you when she did her finger stuff.”
“Nys…”
“That’s okay, Jules,” Bonnie whispered as she gave one last tight hug and then allowed her hands to slide down Juliana’s back to cup her tiny, pre-teen ass though the slick fabric of her skirt. “I was so thinking about you too when I was doin’ it.” Juliana jerked her head back as she stared at the brunette with an astonished gaze, and Bonnie smiled. “I love you, I love both of you!”
Nyssa smiled a sweet smile and stepped close while her sister moved her lips to the side of Bonnie’s neck, nuzzling the soft, tender flesh just below her jaw. The older twin took advantage of the brunette’s free lips to steal kisses of her own, her sweet, gloss-slicked lips feeding on the eight-year-old’s with a fierce hunger. With Juliana on one side of her, Nyssa on the other, and her back pressed against the rough cinderblocks behind her, Bonnie could feel herself getting hot, wet, oh-so horny as the twisting knot of her arousal grew deep in her belly, and she was forced to sag against the wall as her knees grew weak. Distantly she felt Juliana’s hands flutter up under her skirt, sliding along the smooth flesh of her thighs as her fingertips hooked into the waistband of her panties and tugged them down. “What’s this?” the little girl asked as she smiled first at Nyssa and then at Juliana.
“Please,” the younger redhead whispered, whimpered as she slipped down to her knees, heedless of the general grime on the concrete floor beneath her. “Please, let me taste you, I need to taste your cunny!” she begged as she slid Bonnie’s so-in-the-way underwear down her thighs.
“All she seems to talk about is how good your pussy tastes, ‘n how she wants to eat you out until you cum in her mouth,” Nyssa explained.
“Please,” Juliana moaned, her emerald eyes wide and desperate as she worked the eight-year-old’s panties down her calves to her ankles.
Bonnie felt her breath on her hairless mound, felt Juliana’s desire practically radiating from her body, and she realized with absolutely no surprise whatsoever that she wanted the nine-year-old to eat her pussy. “Okay,” she whispered to Juliana, meeting her gaze directly.
“Tell me,” the young girl begged.
“Eat me,” Bonnie ordered, flushing just a little bit at how it felt to give the order. “I want you to eat me out!”
Juliana practically moaned as she pushed Bonnie’s thighs apart and slipped her head under the hem of her skirt, while Nyssa leaned in and pressed the eight-year-old to the wall with her hands on her shoulders while returning her mouth to the brunette’s. Bonnie was so focused on the sexy nine-year-old feasting on her lips that she almost jumped when she felt Juliana’s thumbs press into the smooth, hairless flesh on either side of her little-girl slit and pull, and as her flower opened she moaned as the younger twin wormed her tongue into her cunny. Oh GOD this feels so good… Her breath was popping hot, breathy moans of pure pleasure into Nyssa’s mouth, and the redhead only made things feel better as she slipped one hand down to the front of the brunette’s blouse and flicked one stiff nipple. Bonnie’s world shrank to the sensations coursing through her pre-teen body, the sounds of Juliana’s wet laps filling her ears and each stroke of the nine-year-old’s tongue sending bolts of pure bliss shooting from between her legs through her twisting tummy and straight into her brain. She gasped when Juliana stroked a particularly sensitive part of her cunny, and managed to focus her brain enough to slide her free hand down Nyssa’s back and then back up under her skirt.
Nyssa broke the kiss with a wet smack. “What are you doing?” she asked with a tiny little giggle.
Bonnie merely smiled wickedly. “Giving you something to think about!” she managed to gasp in a husky voice. She wormed her fingers into the back of the redhead’s panties, slipping her digits down the nine-year-old’s smooth, flat ass in search of her target. Nyssa’s asshole was tiny, tight, and fought to resist, but the brunette wouldn’t be denied and managed to poke her middle finger into the girl’s pucker with deliberate pressure. The result was electric… Nyssa stiffed with a gasp and then sagged against her, pressing the mound of her panty-clad pussy against the outside of her bare thigh. She moaned as she humped Bonnie’s leg, rolling her hips with direct, deliberate motions as she panted. Bonnie returned her lips to the redhead’s, slipping her tongue between the girl’s lips to fence with Nyssa’s – and almost collapsed with pleasure as she felt Juliana’s fingertips flutter against the hot, wet, slick entrance to her pussy for an instance before pressing up inside of her with twined digits. The tongue on her clit, the fingers gently pumping in and out, in and out, the taste of Nyssa’s lips, the sensation of the nine-year-old pleasuring herself on her leg, the smell of little-girl pussy that she simply adored, all of it combined, drove her higher, and she could feel herself slipping away as she rode up and teetered on the edge…
It happened so fast that she wasn’t expecting it. Juliana managed to force a third tiny finger inside of her, stretching her tiny little-girl cunny so far that she feared for an instant that she was going to tear open, but the delicious full feeling radiating up to her brain from the worming, stroking, pumping fingers proved to be too much, and with a whimper of submission she let go, crashing over the edge into a titanic orgasm. Dimly she was aware of the gushing wetness flowing from deep inside her womb, her womanly juices flowing and dribbling down Juliana’s squirming fingers as the redhead eagerly lapped up her issue, but she didn’t care, she so didn’t care as her pussy clenched down around the digits lodged within her once, twice, three times, undulating almost as if the walls of her sex were trying to pull Juliana’s hand up inside of her. At the same time her orgasm evidently sent Nyssa over the edge, and she distantly felt the nine-year-old stiffen, tremble, and shudder as she sagged against her. The sound of her sopping cunny, the smell of industrial cleanser warring with fresh girl-pussy, the clenching in her tummy and the feeling of her lover cumming in her arms made everything perfect, more perfect than she could have ever imagined, and she just wanted to feel this way for the rest of her life…
Slowly she came back into herself, came down off of her sexual high and became aware of the world around her. She heard Juliana grunting below her, could feel the nine-year-old huffing and puffing through her nose as she tried to worm her tongue into Bonnie’s finger-stuffed cunny as well, drinking the brunette’s little-girl juices as she was furiously stroking her own clit through her panties. “Oh God,” she managed to whisper, completely stunned and aroused by the sheer nastiness of what she had just done. “That was… perfect,” she murmured.
“Yeah,” Nyssa agreed with a touch of amusement. She kissed Bonnie again, a sweet, gentle kiss, and then looked down at her furiously lapping sister. Juliana’s eyes were half-closed and rolled into the back of her head, her conscious mind gone completely internal as she stroked herself furiously and tasted the eight-year-old, the rising tidal wave of her climax apparent in her face. “She so totally loves the taste of your pussy,” the older twin added.
“I’m happy, I’m so happy,” Bonnie replied in an almost distant, dazed voice. She simply could not believe how good the twins made her feel, how much she wanted to do nothing more with her life but make love to them, make love with them, over and over and over. She kissed Nyssa’s puffy lips once again and stroked the side of Juliana’s head, idly playing with one red pigtail as the younger twin whuffed and huffed and lapped at her still twitching cunny. “I love doing this, love doing stuff with you.”
“I love you,” Nyssa admitted. The eight-year-old noticed that the older twin was flushed as much with embarrassment as with her own post-orgasmic pleasure, and felt her heart swell in her chest. “I wish we could all three be together every day, so we could do all the stuff we wanted without our mothers getting in the way! I…” Nyssa swallowed visibly and glanced away for an instant before returning her gaze directly to Bonnie’s. “I wish that we could just like live together ‘n do this stuff all the time,” she whispered.
Bonnie smiled as she caressed Nyssa’s neck just under her ear, her fingertips sliding through the loose crimson locks as she stroked her lover. “And I love you too,” she murmured quietly, feeling her heart thud in her chest as much from the truth of her words as from the aftershocks of her tongue-induced orgasm. “And I wish we could be together all the time too!” She glanced down to the twin kneeling before her and curled her fingers, cupping Juliana’s head and pressing the lips of the furiously masturbating girl firmly against her wet, stiff, swollen cunny. “And I love you too, Jules,” she added as she felt the girl’s tongue probe against the entry to her pussy once more. Her words were evidently just what the younger twin needed – Juliana gave a whimpering cry as she stiffened, and the brunette could feel the redhead trembling against the insides of her thighs as she came with a violent explosion.
The eight-year-old let her eyes flutter shut as she brought her lips to Nyssa’s once more. The warm, languid wetness flowing from her cunny felt so good, felt so right as her grown-up juices dribbled from deep inside her and straight onto Juliana’s tongue that she wondered why she hadn’t done it before! She could feel the wetness of Nyssa’s oily wetness against her thigh as the redhead ground her slit against her leg and murmured in pleasure, while at the same time Juliana crashed down onto the other side of her orgasm and whimper/sobbed straight into her flower, the vibrations sending another little thrill through the brunette’s soul. I’m so glad I decided to join the squad, she thought distantly as she felt her body start to get excited again, and hoped that the twins would pay even more attention to her sticky, rubbed-raw-feeling cunny once more. I just wanna do sex-stuff with Jules ‘n Nyssa forever…
When she first came up with her plan that day at school, Jenny thought that it was perfect. But now, now that it was actually happening, she found that she was scared. Am I ready to do this…
Patrice looked nervous as she sat on her bed, perched on one hip with her bare legs tucked underneath her thighs and a rather skittish appearance as her wide green eyes darted around the room, and her older friend’s uncertainty made her feel a little bit better. She hadn’t been able to get their kiss out of her mind – the sweet, gentle, tentative thing that turned into an eternal make-out session on the swings seemed to fill her brain whenever she closed her eyes. She had obsessed about it for four days, thinking about it, considering it, remembering it… and masturbating furiously whenever she had the chance, stroking her tiny pre-teen clit so much that it felt rubbed raw. She must have fingered herself more in those four days than she had in the previous ten years of her life! But the memories of Patrice’s lips against hers, the trembling feelings and twisting deep in her womb that wracked her body when she remembered the sensation of the twelve-year-old’s fingers stroking the side of her neck were irresistible…
“Your bedroom is… nice,” Patrice said softly, her voice containing the barest hint of a nervous hitch. “I like… where you’ve got the bed, sitting,” she stammered as a faint flush colored her cheeks and she worried the hem of her tee shirt with nervous fingers.
She’s just as scared as I am! The knowledge that her older friend was unsure, uncertain just like she was on acting on her feelings relaxed her even more, and the Asian girl found the strength to continue. “Thanks,” she replied with a tiny little smile. “It gets the job done,” she added as she clambered up on the bed as well. Secretly, she was glad that her friend was distracted with what was to come and didn’t look too closely – between the clothes she had shoved under the bed, the hamper stuffed full, and the disorganized, chaotic mess in the closet, Jenny actually worried that the musky little-girl funk would escape from its hiding place and ruin the mood. But fortunately… “I’m… glad you said yes,” she said in a shy little voice.
“I just was thinking that maybe I shoulda taken a shower, I’m still sweaty…” She blushed a bit deeper and almost seemed to shrink into herself a bit as she glanced down at her cheerleading practice outfit of black satin shorts and a pink cheerleading tee. “I’ve… never done this sort of thing, before...” she stammered.
“Neither have I,” the Asian girl replied. For a second her mind flashed to what she must look like in the eyes of the twelve-year-old – skin-tight stretchy lycra workout pants in a flowery print and a tiny black sports bra that she only wore for modesty’s sake, given her complete lack of breasts. She flushed as she realized that she was showing a lot of skin… and very soon she would be showing even more. “I’m really nervous,” she admitted.
“We don’t have to do this,” Patrice quickly said. “I mean, if you’re not ready…”
“No,” the ten-year-old replied as she placed a hand on the brunette’s and peered intently into her eyes. “I want to do this!” She hesitated for a second and then leaned forward, allowing her eyes to flutter shut as she brought her lips to Patrice’s. The kiss was light and tentative, almost like the faintest flutter of butterfly wings, but the brief, tender contact was enough to send a thrill through her body that wrenched her belly and caused an almost electric tingle in her cunny. “I want to be with you,” she added with a whisper.
Patrice licked her lips lightly, her blush a fierce, dark crimson as she stared at the younger girl kneeling before her. For some reason Jenny thought her embarrassment was adorable, giving the twelve-year-old a beauty that caused her heart to skip a beat. “I… don’t know what to do,” the brunette whispered. “What we should do,” she elaborated.
“I don’t either,” Jenny replied. She had wanted this, but now, in the moment, she truly had no idea what to do. Kissing Patrice was one thing, but this… “Maybe… we should take off our clothes?” she offered nervously. “I mean, y’know…” she trailed off as she blushed as deeply as her friend.
Patrice swallowed visibly, her fear palpable on her face. “O… okay.”
Though she was terrified, though her heart was pounding in her chest, the Asian girl was determined to see it through.You wanted this! she shouted at herself, trying to push her fear down into the soles of her feet and out of her body. You wanted to do this, so stop being a little bitch about it! She took a deep breath and exhaled, and then slid her tiny hands up her bare sides. Hooking her fingers, she grasped the sides of the tiny sports bra covering her nothing’s-theres, rolling the stretchy fabric up her body, over her head (taking care not to snag her ponytail on the crumpling thing!), and off her arms. Though she had gotten changed many times before in front of Patrice, this time she was embarrassed, scared because her nudity this time meant so much more. To distract herself she instead watched the twelve-year-old as she stripped off her cotton tee and small training bra, shrugging the small straps off her shoulder and dropping the little-girl lingerie onto the bed next to her. Jenny’s breath caught in her throat as she gazed, truly examined the tween’s chest for the first time in her life, and she was struck by how pink Patrice’s tiny nipples looked in the light of the room. She glanced up and saw that Patrice was staring just as intently at her chest, and flashed a little smile of embarrassment as she leaned in and kissed her friend once more.
Patrice kissed her back, and Jenny felt the brunette’s arms slide around her back as her mouth opened and her tongue ventured forth, exploring and fencing with its counterpart to the musical accompaniment of wet smacks and tiny little moans of pleasure. The twelve-year-old leaned forward and Jenny mirrored her pose, and she fell back onto the pillows as Patrice stroked her bare side. She felt her nipples getting stiff, painfully stiff as her older friend half-lay across her topless body, and between her legs she felt a tingle start deep in her cunny that seemed to grow larger with each passing second. Patrice shifted and the Asian girl felt the tween’s nipples slide across her own, and she squeaked involuntarily as the chance flicking sent a tiny little bolt of pleasure shooting into her belly, and she was gratified to hear Patrice squeak in surprise as well. “Oh wow,” the brunette remarked as she broke their kiss with a wet smack, “that feels real good!”
“Uh huh!” Jenny gave Patrice another quick peck on the lips and then helped her proto-lover sit up a bit, letting her eyes roam over the girl’s chest while she felt Patrice’s gaze slide over hers. The twelve-year-old’s nipples were tiny, with just the barest hint of puffiness behind the small, nickel-sized areolas making them poke out a bit. “You’re starting to get your boobs,” she noted matter-of-factly, working hard to keep the jealousy out of her voice.
Patrice gave her a tiny little smile, her averted gaze letting Jenny know that she was just a tiny bit embarrassed about the whole thing. “Yeah, I started to get ‘em a few months ago, just after the party. They’re really sensitive!”
“Oh yeah?” The Asian girl let a flash of wickedness flit across her eyes as she raised her head and gently nuzzled one nubbin with her lips while gently sliding her thumb over the other. Patrice jerked and gasped, and Jenny could feel her stiffen atop her. “I’m not hurting you?” she asked as she flicked the other nipple again.
“Nuh uh,” the brunette replied with an almost fierce shake of her head. “It feels really good! I… You just surprised me, that’s all.” Patrice slid her fingertips down the front of her body, gently stroking her collarbone and moving down the center of her chest, over her flat, slightly concave belly and towards the elastic waistband of Jenny’s stretch pants. “Should… should we take off all our clothes?” she suggested nervously as she tugged the front down about half an inch.
Jenny’s mouth was suddenly dry as her heart pounded in her chest – she had never taken her clothes off in front of another person. Well, she had done it in the showers at the gym and in the locker room at school, but never in her own bedroom when she intended to do… other stuff. “I… guess so,” she replied in a quiet, trembling voice. She wormed her way to the side as Patrice rolled off of her, suddenly aware, so aware, of the monumental step she was about to say. Her brown eyes locked with Patrice’s blue orbs as the brunette untied the small knot on her shorts, and slipped her own fingertips into the waistband of her tights. And then… they paused. “You go first,” she begged.
“O… okay.” Patrice blushed furiously as she loosened the waistband of her shorts and started working them down over her hips. As the twelve-year-old rolled back onto the mattress and slid both them and her panties down her thighs, Jenny felt her heart race as she caught her first glimpse of the older girl completely nude – a split-second flash of a lightly fuzzed mound and a quarter-on-edge slit between her legs that was there and gone in an instant as the brunette brought her legs back down, tossed her clothes onto the floor, and lay back, her hair like a black halo against the white case of Jenny’s pillow. “I did it,” she whispered in a voice that was almost dreamy and ethereal, half-whimper and half-moan. Her gaze slid over to the ten-year-old beside the bed, and her lips curled up in a tiny smile. “It’s your turn now!” she insisted.
Jenny blushed so hard that she felt as if she was going to pass out. She felt hot and itchy, confused and scared, almost panicking at the thought of what she was going to do – but she wanted to do it, needed to do it, and she swallowed her fear and acted. Slowly, almost achingly slowly, she pushed her stretchy pants down over her hips, catching the waistband of her panties at the same time and pulling them along for the ride. She was aware, so aware of her nakedness as she squatted down and worked the pants/panties over her ankles and shuffled slightly as she stepped out of them. “There,” she whispered as she kicked them aside and crawled back onto the mattress, pressing her thighs tightly together and holding her forearms across her nipples and groin. “I’m naked now too.”
Patrice didn’t hesitate – she sat up, crawled forward and kissed her. Oh GOD I’m going to do this I’m DOING THIS… Jenny started the instant that the brunette’s lips met hers, but her body knew what it wanted and slowly at first but with greater passion she returned the kiss, feeling the tension draining out of her with each passing second. She slipped her arms around Patrice and gave the twelve-year-old a gentle hug, stroking the brunette’s bare back as she murmured in pleasure. Patrice lay her back down, settling in next to her and pressing her bare hip against her own bare hip, oh my GOD I am so naked and SHE’S naked too, she smells so good… Down between her legs her cunny felt hot and wet, like it did when she touched herself in the dark of her night. She felt Patrice stroking her nipples, flicking her fingertips across her hard-enough-to-cut-glass nubbins and tearing tiny little moans of lust from her lips and straight into the brunette’s mouth.
The dam penning up her lusts broke, and her instincts took over her body in a great tidal wave. The ten-year-old slid her hand down between Patrice’s thighs in search of the glorious target she knew was there, the target that would give her new lover so much pleasure. Patrice responded immediately, parting her legs to give the little girl full access. A distant part of her mind marveled at the feel of Patrice’s mound, of the tiny, soft little patch of fuzz sitting just above her slit, and then the tip of her middle finger slipped even lower and sank into the tween’s warm, wet pussy. Patrice moaned in pleasure and squirmed her hips, and her lover’s reaction made Jenny even more aroused. She felt a hard little lump beneath her finger and realized it was the brunette’s clit, and she stroked – and then it was her turn to start and squirm as she felt Patrice slip her hand down between her legs. The instant that the twelve-year-old stroked her clit Jenny cried out and arched her back. “Oh! Oh God!” she gasped, surprised at how rough her voice sounded. “That feels so good, please, do it again!”
“Oh God, Jenny!” Patrice moaned in response. “Do it, please finger me, you’re making me so wet!”
The Asian girl rolled onto her side, mirroring her lover’s pose and giving the twelve-year-old full access to her body. The sensations flowing from her pussy were dizzying, electric sparks that shot through her pre-teen belly and straight into her skull, so much hotter, so much better than anything she had ever given to herself! She felt Patrice slide her hand a bit further down until she was rolling her clit under her palm while letting her tiny fingertips dip into just inside the ten-year-old’s slit, and the sensation of her girlfriend poking against the pearly, hyper-sensitive flesh of her cherry tore as gasp from Jenny’s lips. “Do it,” she moaned. “Take my cherry, please!”
“Y… you sure?”
“Yes! Please finger me, I want to feel you inside me.” She slipped her fingertips into Patrice’s cunt, pressing against the twelve-year-old’s hymen. She kissed her lover deep, simultaneously increasing the pressure on the fleshy block to the brunette’s inner glories – even as she felt the pressure on her own virginity increasing as well. All of a sudden there was a blinding, tearing pain in her own pussy as she presses past and tears through the brunette’s cherry and Patrice sobbed in her mouth. The feeling of her fingers sinking inside of her girlfriend was glorious, and the sensation of Patrice’s fingers sliding insider her own no-longer-virginal cunny was even more glorious, and Jenny thought she was going to lose her mind. “Don’t stop!” she whimpered as she slowly, gently pumped her twinned fingers in and out of the brunette. “It hurts, but don’t stop, please don’t stop!”
“Oh God, this feels so good!” Patrice rolled her hips in time to Jenny stroking fingers, and Jenny found her own body responding in the same way. She wriggled a bit closer until her knees touched the twelve-year-old’s and their flat chests were pressed together, both pumping their fingers in and out of the other’s cunnies with increasingly firm, increasingly frenetic thrusts. YesyesYES! Jenny thought as Patrice slid a second finger inside of her and filled her completely, and she did the same as Patrice moaned in her mouth and lapped at her lips. She felt hot and dizzy, go good, so happy, so perfect! Patrice’s fingers were thrusting frantically and the pain was gone, replaced by a perfect soaring pleasure that seemed to rise and fall, rise and fall, higher and higher as the rest of the world fell away leaving just the pair of them, their pre-teen bodies pressed together and their matching passions filling their existence, and her breathing was ragged as a tension began in her belly In my WOMB!!! and devolved into a clenching throbbing rolling twitching clenching as she came, her orgasm thousand times harder and more intense than anything she had experienced by herself and at the same time Patrice hissed and tensed and stiffened and Jenny could feel her pussy walls tightening around her fingers and undulating and the ten-year-old realized her lover was cumming and that made it even hotter and she just died in sheer sexual release as everything faded from her conscious mind…
She didn’t know how long she was gone, but when the world faded back into her Jenny felt happier than she had ever felt in her entire life. Sweat was pouring from every pore in her body and combined with Patrice’s to create a glorious, sweet-smelling slick between their nude bodies. She could feel the twelve-year-old’s cunny still twitching around her fingers even as she felt her own cunny doing the same around Patrice’s, and she basked in the knowledge that she was truly a woman now. For her part Patrice was clinging to her, sobbing quietly and shivering. “Hey!” the Asian girl said softly, her glorious pleasure instantly replaced with concern. “Are you okay?” she asked.
Patrice pulled her head back to face her fully – and Jenny felt her heart swell at the look of sheer happiness on her lover’s face. “Thank you!” the brunette whispered, her voice rough and filled with hitching sobs as she darted in and kissed the Asian girl. “Thank you! Oh God, thank you! I…” She swallowed visibly, glanced away, and then looked back at her with a soft, glittery gleam in her eye. “I love you, Jenny,” she whispered.
Jenny felt her blood sing in her veins as she felt a tightness in her chest – a wonderful tightness as her soul realized that everything was not only good between her and Patrice, it was indeed perfect. She smiled and leaned forward, giving her lover a tender kiss even as she squirmed her fingers inside the twelve-year-old’s pussy. “I love you too.” She was so unbelievably happy, so happy that her first time was everything she hoped it would be…
Candy was nervous – no, strike that. She was terrified! Her tummy felt all twisty and topsy-turvy, almost like the first time she formally competed in front of judges and hundreds of spectators. Stop it, there are no spectators in your closet! she abraded herself as she glanced at the open door to her bedroom. She took one last look down to check her outfit – and not for the first time was convinced that just wearing her pink combined nylon/spandex leotard with darker pink flower on front over her flat chest and flesh-colored gymnastics shoes exposed way too much of her bare skin and left nothing to the imagination. When she suggested that Ilise model her cheerleading uniform while she modeled the outfit she wore during gymnastics meets, it had seemed like a good idea at the time. But now that she actually had to do it… “I don’t know,” she called out with just a hint of a nervous jangle to her voice. “This suddenly seems like a stupid idea.”
“Hey,” Ilise’s laughing voice floated through the open door, “fair is fair. I’ve shown you mine, now you gotta show me yours!”
“Yeah, but you look all mature ‘n sexy as shit in your outfit,” the twelve-year-old replied. She took a deep breath, screwed up her courage, and took a step out into her bedroom. “This thing makes me look like I’m six years old!” As Ilise’s blue eyes scanned her up and down she blushed and looked down at the carpet beneath her, trying not to dig her toe into the plush pile as she squirmed under the cheerleader’s gaze. “When I compete my hair’s usually up,” she explained lamely, “’n I’ve usually got this pink hair scrunchy thing to keep it in place. And there’s glitter…” So fucking LAME, you’re such a loser…
Ilise simply smiled reassuringly as her gaze slid back up to the gymnast’s face. “No, it’s cute!” she insisted. The cheerleader was laying on her side across the foot of Candy’s bed with her head propped up on her arm, her pose easy and comfortable. The twelve-year-old noted that, in her red and gold uniform, the cheerleader was exposing just as much skin as she was, and between their joint exposure and her smile she felt better, more at ease. “At least your outfit keeps everything covered properly,” Ilise snorted. “If I move the wrong way while on the floor, I end up showing everyone my spanky pants.” She punctuated her words by giving her incredibly short skirt a quick flip up and down, giving the other girl a quick flash of her red satin panties.
Candy giggled lightly as she felt her fears drain away like water in a bathtub. “There is that,” she admitted. She curled forward and did an easy handspring – the effect of which was only slightly ruined by the fact that she inadvertently pressed down on her loose black hair – and then curled back over to stand at the foot of the bed. Another easy forward roll, this time right over her lounging friend, and she landed on the mattress face-up with her feet on her pillow, all without touching the other girl. “See, no matter what I do, this thing doesn’t move!” she demonstrated by pinching the fabric over her tummy and giving a tug downward.
“Yeah, I see that!” Ilise rolled onto her back and sat up, leaning over the gymnast as she peered down at her body. “What is this stuff, spandex?” she asked as she reached forth an exploratory finger and ran the digit around the collar, giving the leotard an experimental tug of her own.
“Yeah, and nylon. ‘N probably a whole lotta other stuff I don’t know.” Candy shivered slightly as Ilise crawled around to her side and the tip of her light blonde ponytail tickled the bare flesh just between her collar and her neck, and she moved her head to one side to escape the sensation – and suddenly found that she was peering straight up into Ilise’s wide blue eyes. “Uhm, what…” she stammered, suddenly confused at the weird energy that seemed to crackle between the pair of them.
Ilise paused for a heartbeat… and then she leaned down and kissed her!
Candy stiffened in shock – she wasn’t sure what she expected would happen when she invited her best friend home to compare outfits, but it certainly wasn’t THAT! But at the same time she felt excited and thrilled that her first kiss, the very first romantic kiss with another human being, was with someone she cared about as deeply as she cared about Ilise. She simply lay there as the cheerleader broke the kiss and sat back up, a tiny little string of their joint spittle dangling between their lips for a split-second before snapping and falling into her slightly agape mouth, and tried to come to terms with the confusing feelings coursing through her soul. “Uhm…” she stammered again, her heart pounding in her chest and a strange, slightly familiar twisting deep in her belly behind her navel.
Ilise smiled a small little smile down at her, but there was also a frightened, almost terrified look in her eyes. “S… sorry,” she mumbled as she blushed and looked away. “I read that wrong, I do that sometimes…”
“No,” Candy quickly replied. She brought her hand up to Ilise’s shoulder and was almost startled at the sudden spark that seemed to shoot into her the second her palm made contact with the bare flesh of the cheerleader. “It’s okay,” she added. “I… really liked it.”
“Yeah?” Ilise asked as the nervous look vanished to be replaced by one of pure relief. “I liked kissing you too,” she added.
“Yeah! It was… neat.” They gymnast swallowed heavily, her mouth suddenly dry as butterflies of nervousness started fluttering in her tummy. “Can… we do it more?” she stammered, feeling embarrassed yet almost driven to be with her friend.
The blonde girl leaning over her smiled again. “Uh huh! I want to…”
Ilise lowered her face to her once more, and Candy let her eyes flutter shut as their lips met. The second kiss was even better than the first, warm and soft and gentle and sending tiny little sparks of pleasure flitting through her body. Her friend tasted good, smelled good, and felt good, and as she slipped her hand around the back of the cheerleader’s neck she could feel a slickness growing in her flower, a familiar sensation that she only got when she touched herself down there in the dark of the night when she was alone under the covers, a delicious warm sensation that she adored and, in that moment, totally craved…
She was dripping with sweat, spraying the mats below her tennis shoes with every forceful explosion of her body. Brooke finished her handspring routine, flipping across the padded surface in a cycle of hands-feet-hands-feet-hands-feet before jumping high into the air, throwing her legs wide, and landing on the floor below in a perfectly horizontal split as she planted her left hand just behind her backside and thrust her right high into the air, a brilliant smile plastered across her face. She held that pose for a few heartbeats and then relaxed, the smile vanishing into a scowl of annoyance as she flipped one soggy braid off of her cheek and rolled onto her feet. Sloppy, too fucking sloppy, she chided herself as she walked back across the mat to the starting point, intent on doing it again. And again. And as many times as necessary, until it was perfect.
Why am I doing this again? she asked herself. The tumbling was just fine, nice and flashy and something that the judges were sure to give the squad points for… but the hard-landing splits were considered too dangerous for competition, and were thus banned. Oh, she knew that she could do them – but she was sixteen years old, and had been practicing jump-splits and tumbling and stretching for over six years, and that gave her a level of both flexibility and toughness that no other Centurion could match. Sienna or Jessie might be able to do it, she mused as she grasped her sweat towel, ran the already-damp terrycloth over her gleaming chest and across her belly, and dropped it next to her workout bag and water bottle. But Sienna would probably hurt herself trying, ‘n Jessie would make it look like a military assault. “I’m doing this because I can,” she whispered to herself. It was her personal way of dealing with the stress in her life.
The past few weeks had been… weird. When she inherited leadership of the squad over the summer, she had thought that she would be the perfect captain – strong, assured, determined, and hyper-organized to the point that she wouldn’t have to do anything but merely lead the Centurions to the Championships next May. But the workload proved to be a lot more than she had expected, and she had to scramble to balance her schoolwork with the demands of cheerleading. That was bad enough… but lately everyone around her was acting strange. Sienna and Jessie had some sort of grand secret that they were keeping from her, half the girls on the squad seemed to be mad at the other half, and even her little sister Bonnie was becoming distracted! What the hell is everyone’s malfunction? she grumped to herself as she wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. Do I have to do EVERYTHING myself? She hoped not…
She paused for a moment and flicked her sopping wet braids back over her shoulders where they dripped onto her back, took another moment to breath, and glanced around the gym. It was Thursday evening and she had the place to herself – something that she truly enjoyed, the peace and solitude and sheer knowledge that she could do what she wanted in the way she wanted to do it, without having to field twenty bajillion questions from the squad. In one-half hour she would leave to get back home, just to make sure she met her self-imposed nine o’clock curfew, but for now she was alone, and could do whatever she wanted.
“I wish it wasn’t so fucking hot, though” she mumbled to herself as her determined look was temporarily replaced with an annoyed scowl. It’s September, and it’s STILL like a sauna in here! She had turned on all the fans and had thrown open the wide doors to the darkness outside, but still it was well over ninety degrees in the gymnasium, and every movement of her body seemed to draw gallons of sticky, salty sweat from her pores. It stung her eyes, it made her palms slick, it caused her shorts to ride up between her cheeks and into her pussy…
Brooke glanced at the open doors and saw nothing but darkness – so she took half-a-second to take care of her discomfort. Her hands flashed behind her, slipped under the back of her shorts, and tugged the skin-tight Lycra from between her cheeks, and then flashed back forward to tug the crotch from between her lower lips. Another glance to make doubly-sure that she was alone, and then she leaned forward, tugged her sopping wet sports bra from her B-cup breasts and gave a little shimmy to reseat the girls into their proper position. Yet another advantage to being alone, she thought with a sneaky grin as she took one last breath and then set her body. Nobody can see me being nasty!
The sixteen-year-old cheerleader banished such thoughts from her mind, preparing… And then, in an explosion of movement, she threw herself forward, lunge-lunge-dive-hands-feet-hands-feet…
She knew she was hidden in the darkness, that her target had no idea she was lurking outside and watching. And that suited her just fine.
It wasn’t time to act. Not yet to cast her spell and draw the sexy teenager to her. Soon – but not yet.
Through the open window of the sedan she focused the digital camera at the open doors of the gym and watched as the brown-haired teenager tumbled across the floor once more. Brooke was certainly in top form tonight… ignoring the sweat pouring from her body from the hot, humid late-summer air, the sixteen-year-old flipped forward, leapt into the air, and landed in a hard split while posing for the imaginary crowd. She had to admit that it was hard not to slip a hand under her short skirt and stroke her bare pussy every time the cheerleader landed – in her twisted mind she kept imagining Brooke naked, and instead of the padded mat it was a thick dildo that the girl was impaling herself upon…
“That’s it,” she murmured quietly to herself as the cheerleader regained her feet and wiped the sweat from her neck with her hand as she padded back to reset. “Keep working out, keep getting sexy for me. I’ll be coming for you soon enough.”
It had been easy, so easy that she sometimes forgot just how lucky she had been – Cooperstown was simply paradise for someone such as herself. She had always liked girls even when she was a little girl herself, and her first sexual experience had come when she was only six and the neighborhood babysitter (a rather dumpy, plain teenager) had introduced her to the joys of girl-on-girl love. She had somehow kept her attraction to girls a secret as she grew from an immature little thing to a gawky teenager to grown adult woman… even if her preference in partners remained firmly underage, the younger the better. She had done obligatory dating in school (just enough to prevent any lesbian-ish rumors from starting) and had even swallowed her disgust to let a couple of guys fuck her. But always she returned to the little girls, savoring their sweet smell, the taste of their prepubescent pussies, the way they simply adored her because of the way she made them feel. Her partners never lasted, unfortunately – birthdays came and went, and before she was ready her girls would become women and her interest simply vanished.
But Brooke Landon… She’s older than I prefer, she thought to herself as she sat back and rewound the recording. She watched for a few seconds as the sixteen-year-old wiped the sweat from her gleaming, perfect body, confirmed that she was alone, and then readjusted her workout gear of tiny, skin-tight Lycra micro-shorts and a stretchy sports bra, both in midnight black. It would have been nice if she gave me pigtails, she added with a crooked smile. She liked pigtails. Really, really liked pigtails. She made sure that her partners, no matter if they were five or seventeen, grew their hair long enough to twist into pigtails – or, as she liked to refer to them, ‘head handles.’ An image flashed through her imagination, of Brooke naked and bound and forced to eat her out as she pulled the teenager’s face into her cunt by her pigtails…
“Stop it!” she hissed to herself as she shook herself out of her reverie. “Not yet, she’s not ready.” I’M not ready, she amended as she returned the video file back to the end and resumed filming. When she had first married her husband – a marriage of convenience for her, primarily to give herself access to his succulent little daughter – and relocated to Cooperstown, she thought that it was the end of the world. The place was just so tiny, so dull, so… pointless! She quickly discovered that things were different in the sleepy little Northern California town, though. Over half the women in town were lesbians, something that struck her as odd. So she had done a bit more digging and discovered the secret…
And I used it to my full advantage, she thought. Over the three years she had been there she had used the secret and a few of her own little tricks to create a true heaven on earth… at least, her version of heaven. She hadn’t created anything – instead, she used some happy accidental discoveries of others in wonderful new ways.
She could, literally, turn any female into a lesbian. And she could, literally, force them to dance to her tune, to perform any action – no matter how depraved or degrading – without question. And once she finally perfected the last little trick…
Sometimes they remember, she thought with a little frown, a frown that almost instantly turned into a smile as she realized she was mirroring the troubled look on the face of the pretty teenage cheerleader. They remember little bits, and sometimes it bothers them. Her successes on that last front had been mixed. Sienna Koptau was going to be a problem – the fourteen-year-old remembered too much, and had started to question what was making her do the things that she had done while under control. The younger ones were far more pliable, and though Brooke’s slutty little sister and the Allen cunts simply shrugged and fell into their proper roles as pre-teen pussy nymphos there seemed to be some sort of cut-off point, somewhere around ten years old, in which the girls started to push back. Gotta fix that problem, she reminded herself with a grunt as she fast-forwarded through Brooke’s workout, her thoughts a million miles away. The younger the girl, the easier it was to manipulate their memories. She could influence mature women, but that whole memory erasure thing just plain-old didn’t work and she was forced to rely on other, much more manipulative methods. But then there was Veronica Glau…
Now SHE’S almost perfect! The twelve-year-old had been one of her first experiments, and something about her was different. Unlike Sienna the tween remembered, but frankly she didn’t seem to care and had instead created a twisted little biology in which a girl’s body forced her to pursue sex. The redhead had become a truly depraved little slut, masturbating about a dozen times per day and chasing after anything with a pussy, accepting every twisted sexual thought that popped into her head thing as natural. She would have simply ended her chase and began a relationship with the girl, existing in a glorious state of perpetual bliss with her redheaded sex fiend and a bevy of willing, if perpetually confused, pre-teen lezzies – maybe keep hubby around just for appearances, maybe get rid of him and his bratty kid, she hadn’t decided. After all, the sales from Little Lovers had already given her more money than she could possible spend in an entire lifetime (squirreled away in anonymous accounts in countries sporting very secure and secretive banking laws, of course), and the thought of spending each day with a different pre-teen and tween lover, each devoted to her physical pleasure, seemed like a beautiful dream.
But then she had tripped over Brooke. There was something about the teenager that was almost intoxicating, and she was determined to make the cheerleader hers. I have GOT to fix the memory thing, she reminded herself once more, and maybe test out implanting memories. But that’s for tomorrow. “For now,” she murmured quietly, feeling the arousal deep within her pussy as she zoomed in on Brooke’s heart-shaped ass as the girl bent at the waist and grabbed her water bottle, and she allowed her fingers to flutter down to her lap…
