Ronnie tightened her grip on the vertical railings of the headboard and tried not to faint at the sexually-charged feelings roiling through her body. It had been only a week or so since she and Laurie had their conversation at the mall, only a week or so since Ronnie promised to take the brunette under her wing and teach her the ways of pleasing a woman… and her new friend had proven herself to be a very quick study! Holy FUCK that feels good!!! she thought through the fog of pleasure covering her mind. To her surprise Laurie managed to hit an especially sensitive place deep inside her twelve-year-old pussy, and she allowed herself a long, low moan of bliss as she sagged against the pillow under her shoulders.
“Oh, you like that, do you?” Laurie asked wickedly, her words containing just a hint of a mocking tone. She slid her index finger back inside the redhead’s tight pussy and added a second, her middle, to the pumping, squirming, thrusting digits. “Aren’t you glad I decided to sleep over?”
“Stop fucking talking and make me cum!!!” The tween whimpered and gasped and moaned all at once, her soul desperate to feel more, to have more of the delicious sensations coursing through her burgeoning body. Close, so close…
Cheer practice on Friday had been strenuous and tough, with Brooke and Sienna and Jessie running the girls through their paces. When they broke up at eight Ronnie had been dripping with sweat and had a weird twinge in one thigh, but she was running on an endorphin high – a high that made it seem like an excellent idea to invite Laurie over for a sleepover! After clearing it with her mother the brunette agreed, and so the pair caught a ride back to the redhead’s house. They spent an hour just chatting, gossiping, bonding as friends… and for the rest of the evening they had explored each other’s bodies as lovers. Fingers stroked clits and slid into pussies, tongues had lapped at nipples and pursed lips had suckled budding breasts, and she honestly had lost track of how many times she orgasmed. To her surprise Laurie had displayed a willingness to try just about anything, as evidenced when she had lapped Ronnie’s post-cum juices off her fingers, said she was curious, and sampled her own sex oils as well. Naturally the redhead couldn’t be left behind, so she too sampled both the brunette’s and her own wares, feeling deliciously wicked as she tasted her own pussy for the first time. The pair had fallen asleep in each other’s arms, exhausted by the twin efforts of exercise and lovemaking, but after a good night’s sleep they were ready for another round…
“Oh you wanna cum?” Ronnie felt Laurie bring her thumb into play, working her stiff, sensitive clit fiercely and sending even more lightning bolts of bliss shooting through her twelve-year-old body. “Is that good enough, you little slut?”
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpered as she relaxed even further, sinking deeper into the pillow and raising her flat tween backside even higher to give the sex-crazed girl even more access to her dripping cunny. I’m SO glad she slept over! she thought as she felt herself spiking higher.
That turned out to be the last rational thought in her head for some time afterwards.
“Ple-ahease,” Sienna whined in her ear, “I’m close, make me cum, make me cum!” Jessie would have replied, but at that very second she herself was on the verge of a truly amazing orgasm herself and she didn’t trust herself to speak coherently.
It had been a rough practice the evening before. Brooke had let the pair of them know that she had decided to take the squad to a local tournament in just six weeks (Six fucking weeks?!? the short-haired blonde had wondered in astonished amazement. We’ll NEVER be ready by then!!!), and as a result it was time to start getting serious. The three of them had put the girls through their paces, running them until their teen, tween, and pre-teen bodies were dripping with sweat and their breaths came in ragged gasps for air, but in the end Brooke had finally given everyone her grudging stamp of approval and sent everyone home. The fourteen-year-old had been ready to drag her sweaty, sore, wrung-out body home for some much-needed sleep, but then she remembered Sienna…
How much of this is because she’s in love with me? Jessie wondered as she pulled her head back and fastened her lips on Sienna’s, feasting on the elegant blonde’s mouth as she worked her twinned fingers deeper inside the girl’s tight, slick pussy. And how much because she just can’t bear the thought of being alone and losing more time? She was about to wonder more when Sienna curled her fingers, scraping the tips of her digits against the rough patch at the front of Jessie’s fuck-hole and sending such waves of sexual pleasure through her body that they chased all rational thought away. Do I even fucking care? a tiny part of her mind chimed in.
They had made love the evening before, before falling fast asleep – and it had been good. When she had padded into her bedroom after brushing her teeth she had thought that they were just going to sleep together, but the sight of Sienna’s nude body gleaming in the dim light of the lamp had caused her pussy to slick in an instant, and she had no choice but to use her fingers to bring her best friend to a shuddering climax. But then Sienna insisted on returning the favor, and somehow she found herself prone on the mattress, her legs spread wide and her back arching, moaning in passion as her best friend used her tongue to get her off! It was so unbelievably wicked and nasty, and it made her feel so wicked and nasty, and the feeling of Sienna probing and swirling and lapping at her clit made her cum so hard that she actually blacked out for a brief moment. She was embarrassed that she actually squirted a bit of girly-juice in the elegant girl’s mouth when she came but Sienna just laughed it off and kissed her, and she tasted herself on her best friend’s – her lover’s? – lips.
They slept the sleep of the exhausted… and both awoke the next morning wanting more, wanting to feel the pleasure to be found in each other’s bodies once again. They didn’t even bother leaving the sweat-stained sheets, but instead just rolled over and found each other’s teenage cunnies with their fingers, stroking and probing and sliding up and inside each other, feasting on the other’s lips as the wet sound of their pussies filled their ears.
And then Sienna stiffened with a shudder as she moaned in her mouth and Jessie felt the gushing wetness of her lover’s pussy flowing around her fingers, and the knowledge that her best friend had cum once more sent her over the edge as well, and all of Jessie’s doubts vanished in a tsunami of sexual release.
It took us long enough, Juliana thought to herself. But we finally got it figured out! The nine-year-old wormed her fingers deeper into her sister’s pussy as she tongued her clit, trying to force herself to concentrate. It wasn’t easy… after all, at the moment Bonnie was pressing the thick, hard, bullet-shaped vibrator deeper into her pussy while working her clit with her tongue. If she wasn’t careful, she might cum first – and would lose the game!
It had taken them a few tries, bit the three little girls had eventuallyfigured out a way that they could all play with each other at the same time. Nyssa had suggested turning it into a game – all three would get naked, lay in something like a triangle, and use whatever they could think of to get the others off. The last one to cum – the winner – would then get to command the other two to do whatever she wanted until they got bored and decided that it was time for something new. They only had the chance to do it once so far, last night after practice – and Nyssa had won. Naturally she had acted like a princess, insisting that Bonnie use her tongue to get her off while her sister ‘assisted’ (which, in her mind, meant that Nyssa expected her to wait to have her turn with Bonnie!), squirming and moaning and writhing on the bed until she came with a great guttering sigh of release. At least I made sure that Bonnie came just like me! the nine-year-old mused
Deep in her tummy she felt the roiling tension growing – a sure sign that her body was getting ready to cum! – and refocused her efforts on Nyssa’s cunny. Her twin sister’s sex was hot under her lips, the tiny coin-on-edge slit gaping open slightly and oozing a tart juice as she ran the tip of her tongue along its length. Nyssa twitched as she hoped she would, and Juliana turned her head to the side slightly as she wormed her way deeper into the warm wetness laid out before her. She felt Bonnie gasp/moan/whimper against her own sex as Nyssa did something to her, and it was all the nine-year-old could do to not cum right then and there!
The smells filling her nostrils, the sights laid out before her, the sensations coursing through her pre-teen body were driving her mad, and she knew she couldn’t last long… but fortunately she didn’t have to. Nyssa did something, she wasn’t sure what, and Bonnie twitched and squirmed and jerked and Juliana could feel her passionate moan reverberating through her white-hot cunny as the brunette came. That almost sent her over the edge, but she instead focused, tried to push her feelings down as she wormed her tongue deeper into her sister’s pussy while rolling Nyssa’s clit with her thumb, intent on getting her twin off so that she could be the princess! She knew exactly what she wanted Bonnie to do to her – and she knew exactly where she planned to have Nyssa put her tongue!
The little girl teetered on the edge, convinced that it would be impossible to hold out any longer as Bonnie stroked her clit with her tongue. But then Nyssa gasped and tensed and twitched a rolling convulsion as a sticky wetness flooded into her mouth, and she realized that she had won the game… and she allowed her own orgasm to tear through her pre-teen body…
Patrice felt warm and comfortable as she stretched under the covers. Through the open window she could hear the distant sound of a mower as some go-getter decided to work on their lawn early on a Saturday morning – well, it was early to her. The dull red numbers of the clock told her that it was just after ten in the morning, and incredibly early time in her opinion. Especially considering the private workout that she and Jenny had done the evening before…
Cheerleading practice on Friday had been brutal. For some reason Jessie and Sienna had insisted that the squad push themselves harder and harder, to the point that Patrice was afraid that someone would get injured. She knew that something special was going on, something involving the squad… wasn’t there an upcoming meet in a few weeks? She wasn’t sure – but no matter the reason, the two Centurion lieutenants had driven the juniors until the girls were dripping with sweat and aching. The brunette had gotten permission from her mother to spend the night at Jenny’s house, and though she was worried that the two of them would be far too tired her Asian lover wouldn’t be denied, and they spent the rest of the evening locked behind the ten-year-old’s bedroom door playing with each other. They had used their fingers on each other, stroking and thrusting and pumping until they tore shuddering orgasms from each other’s pre-teen bodies… They watched each other masturbate… They fingered each other again, gasping hot, breathy moans of passion into the other’s mouth… They did everything they could think of. Well, almost everything – Jenny had broached the subject of using their tongues on each other, but that was something she just wasn’t ready for. It’s not that I don’t want to, she mused as she rolled onto her back, but that is just so nasty! They hadn’t decided, but that was okay, and she was happy as she fell asleep in her girlfriend’s arms.
She heard Jenny murmur sleepily as the ten-year-old came half-awake, and Patrice smiled as she rolled onto her side. Deep in her tummy she felt the growing warmth of her lust, and she resisted the urge to play with her sticky slit. She was just feeling too damn happy! She felt happy, she felt good, she felt… The tween felt a momentary flash of confusion as an image of Ilise flashed through her mind. Wait, why am I thinking of her? she wondered as she squirmed forward a few inches, bringing her nude body into contact with her lover’s. I’m with Jenny now!
Speaking of which… Jenny awoke with a tiny, adorable snort, smacked her lips, and squirmed around so that she was on her back. “Mornin’,” she murmured sleepily.
“Morning,” Patrice replied softly with a loving smile. She lowered her lips to the ten-year-old’s, hoping that her breath didn’t stink too much as she feasted on her girlfriend’s lips. At the same time she let her palm slid down the Asian girl’s nude body, past her flat chest and concave tummy down towards the glorious cleft between her thighs – and Jenny’s tiny gasp of pleasure told her that she had hit the mark. “Do you want something?” she teased gently.
“You know I do,” Jenny replied huskily. The pre-teen allowed her legs to loll open, giving the twelve-year-old full access to her hairless slit, and stroked the side of the brunette’s face. “I want everything that you want to give me,” she added as she snuggled in close.
Patrice returned her lips to Jenny, savoring the low moan that the Asian girl breathed into her mouth as she felt the warm wetness of the girl’s slit invite her inside.
“I’ve managed to track down two issues so far,” she explained over the phone, her clipped accent with just a hint of an odd undercurrent flitting through the satellites from the other side of the world. “Both of them are pretty much what you’d expect… Kiddie porn, but lesbian kiddie porn.”
“That’s not normal, is it?” Elaine replied. She curled her calves under her thighs as she settled into her couch, half-leaning against the armrest as she pressed the cell phone to her ear. Through the glass door to her balcony she could see all the way to the Bay, the evening air clean and clear if a little bit warm – a truly infrequent event in San Francisco! – and she had indulged herself in a pair of soft fleece sweat pants and a tank-top instead of her usual jeans and blouse “Usually the producers of this kind of thing are catering to adult men, exploiting girls…”
“I know,” Detective Smythe – Ginny – interrupted. “But they’re not, not this time. This time they seem to be catering to lesbians. It’s a break in the usual pattern.”
“That’s not the only weird thing about this,” Elaine replied. She leaned forward, grasped the handle of her mug, and blew across the surface of the steaming tea. “Why a magazine?”
“I’m not following.”
“I mean, it’s the twenty-first century,” she continued. She took a sip, felt the heat-sting in her lips, and gingerly placed the mug back onto the coffee table. “Twenty years ago, back in the nineties, child pornographers ended up going digital. Almost all of the FBI’s resources have evolved to hunt cyber-pervs… Why go old school with a magazine?”
“That is a good question,” the NCA detective replied. “And here’s another… Why the fixation with Cooperstown? We’ve got two consecutive issues featuring a girl from there, specifically a member of these ‘Centurions.’ Are there going to be more pictorials exploiting them in subsequent issues?”
“Ah, yeah, I looked into that place like you asked.” Elaine leaned forward once more and retrieved her notes, settling back as she gathered her thoughts. “Cooperstown, California. Established 1878, incorporated in 1974. Current population is just over twenty-two thousand. Main industry used to be logging, but now it seems like they’re trying to reinvent themselves into some kind of boutique touristy village. Nothing remarkable seems to happen, there’s nothing special about the place that makes it stick out. It’s just your average Cali town.”
“Except that there’s a cheerleading squad filled with underage girls there,” Ginny pointed out, “two members of which have done graphic porn.”
“Yeah, there’s that.” The two women fell silent, each lost in their own thoughts. After Washington, I can’t bring this to the higher-ups, Elaine mused with a frown. At least, not yet... not without a lot more evidence. “We’ve done all we can do from outside the place,” she finally said. “I can’t see any other choice but to have a look. I’ll take a few vacation days, go on up there and have a look around. If I can find anything else, maybe we can open an official case file.”
“Yes, that might be the only option we have.” Ginny was silent for a moment, and when she spoke again her voice was lower. “I have some things to wrap up here, but I’ll fly on out next week. Maybe between the two of us we can discover what’s going on. In the meantime…”
“In the meantime we’ll have to keep our eyes open for a third issue,” Elaine finished. I wonder which cheerleader will be in THAT one? a tiny part of her mused. But another part hoped that there would be no more. She didn’t want there to be any more, just wanted this all to vanish, but deep down she knew that this was a problem she couldn’t ignore.
Still, Washington had made her skittish. She didn’t want to have to relive that particular Hell again…
She was torn…
She leaned forward and peered at the two screens before her. On the left was a mock-up cover of the latest issue, and if she were honest she thought that the photo of a well-fucked Sienna sandwiched between Juliana and Nyssa, their nine-year-old bodies gleaming with sweat as they snuggled close against the teenager and nuzzled the blonde’s budding breasts, was very, very appealing. But then there was the mock-up on the right monitor, featuring one of the twins kneeling between little eight-year-old Bonnie Landon’s spread thighs as she wriggled her tiny pre-teen ass to the camera, while the other twin French-kissed her brunette playmate. Everything else was essentially the same between the two versions, but she had to decide which pictoral – and hence which cover – would make it into the latest issue of Little Lovers. Her gaze slid up to the photo pinned above the computer, of the sexiest picture she had of Brooke, the skin-tight black Lycra pants and skimpy black sports bra leaving nothing to the imagination, her perfect flesh gleaming with perspiration, her brilliant smile wide and her eyes filled with joy as she arranged her pigtails behind her shoulders, and wondered. “Which do you think would be better, my love?” she asked rhetorically. “One of your best friends, or your sister?” Brooke almost seemed to wink at her… and her decision was obvious. “Your baby sister it is,” she murmured as she turned her attention back to the keyboard. Tippity-tap, type type, a quick hit of the key, and the latest issue of her money-making venture was off to the printer.
She indulged herself a few minutes to rest on her laurels, content with her work. This issue ought to be popular, she mused as she blew across her cup, hoping to cool the steaming liquid just a bit before taking an exploratory sip. The inspiration had struck last week, and her decision to present a special issue – an all cheerleader issue – had been a no-brainer. Beyond the multi-page pictoral of the three pre-teens using their fingers and tongues to pleasure each other, there was a rather hot spread of Ronnie and Laurie eating each other out in a locker room and another of Sienna using a rather large dildo to get off. Of course she had to add in the Centurion team photo at the very end, along with a large caption that declared the entire team to be COMING SOON!!! – and she knew that they would, all of the girls, would indeed be appearing between the covers of her artistic obsession sometime in the future. Well, almost all, she amended to herself as her gaze slid up to the photos of Brooke pinned above her computer. There’s one who’s going to be just mine and mine alone!
She wanted to fantasize… oh, how she wanted to spend the rest of the day merely dreaming about the sexiness that was Brooke Landon! But she had work to do, long, boring work that demanded her attention, and with a small sigh she turned her attention to other matters. Things are starting to get complicated, she mused. Before, when it was just her and her amateur little photoshoots with manipulated little cunts it had been so easy – just use The Sound to ‘encourage’ some delightful little morsel to abandon her inhibitions and do nasty things. But no, she just had to recruit Rebecca Pritchard into the mix, and while the woman was very capable she couldn’t help but feel that the woman was willing to take risks that she herself wouldn’t. Paula Allen was easy to figure out – just give her some money, encourage her perversions, and let the big-boobed redhead run amok. I’ve got more girls ready to go than I can reasonably handle, too many to keep straight in my head! she grumbled silently as she frowned at the notes on her screen. There was that girl Patrice and her slutty little friend Jenny who seemed to be an item, Ilise Gower had been flirting with some skinny gymnast girl she didn’t know too well – I gotta find out more about that one, she decided – and Sienna now had some butch cheerleader with short hair as a girlfriend. Even Rebecca’s Laurie has a girlfriend now! she noted. And then there was Bonnie Landon, and Juliana and Nyssa Allen, and Ronnie and Leila and Belinda and far too many to count… AND Phase Two of The Sound was ready for field testing…
That’s it, she decided with a grunt. If I want to keep things going, I need to assign some duties! She thought for a moment and then opened another file, scanning down to see who among her recruits was twisted enough to be ‘promoted.’ It was a short list – so far, she only had her hooks into six other women, all mothers of young girls around Cooperstown, but the majority of them were nowhere near ready for even contact just yet. Paula was out, if only because the slut had the IQ of lettuce… but Rebecca Pritchard…
“Hmm…” she murmured. Rebecca might do. If… She checked her email, running the filter to highlight the messages from Laurie’s mother. The woman was ambitious, and hungry – for both pussy and money – and she might be a good candidate for lieutenant, IF she could curb her risk-taking side. The woman had been harping on about videos and websites, and she knew that she could protect herself and let any fallout from online postings of the girls fall squarely on Rebecca’s shoulders. But what was she proposing now?
She opened the latest message and felt her eyes widen. A slumber party? she mused rhetorically as a small, wicked smile curled her lips. Now THAT has potential… As she read further her decision was made. Rebecca it is…
With a sigh of annoyance Brooke pushed her algebra homework to one side and sat back in her chair. This SO fucking sucks, she grumbled silently as she glowered first at her textbook and then at the worksheet filled with cramped numbers and letters and scribbles and eraser marks and more scribbles and the one small spot where she had erased too hard and tore a hole in the paper. I’m never going to use any of this, so why do I have to learn it? It was such a pain, it didn’t make any sense, and frankly she had far better things to do with her time than to solve for X! She extended her long, lean, tan legs out before her and stretched, glad for more than the first time that it was still warm enough to get away with boy shorts and a tank top. That’ll change soon enough, she realized with a grimace as she slouched a bit lower, relaxing as she glanced through the window at the trees outside as she idly scratched at the exposed strip of flesh between the top of her shorts and the bottom of her top. It’s already getting cooler at night. Time marches on. And speaking of time…
The sixteen-year-old glanced at the clock and noted that it was finally – finally! – after four in the afternoon, and her mood perked up immediately. Shoving aside the oh-so-pointless homework, she fired up her browser and began to type. It’s a good thing that I was able to convince the photographer to post the pictures today, instead of on Monday! she mused as she logged into the website. They were only digital photographs, and it wasn’t like it would take any special kind of processing… but the photographer made noises and Brooke had been forced to slip him another couple of twenties to urge him along. But it was worth it! she decided as she opened the folder and pulled up the first photo.
The group photo of the Centurions, each girl in their cheer uniform and grouped together as they smiled for the camera was simply… “Perfect!” she whispered to herself, the single word filled with the awe that she felt as pride swelled in her chest. It was perfect in her eyes – the girls looked cute and fresh and confident, their red and gold uniforms popping against the neutral backdrop that the photographer had set up, twenty-five girls arranged to highlight their individual wonder. Brooke clicked through a few more group shots, each one just as good if not better than the last, and felt the excitement growing inside of her. We’ve SO got the look! she noted as she allowed herself a small wriggle of happiness. “Just gotta work on the skills,” she added quietly as she clicked out of the group shots and started scanning through the individual photos. Those, in her opinion,were even better than the group shots… The photographer had worked to make sure each girl had both a posed shot and an action shot, and some were good while others were simply spectacular.
Brooke found herself pausing at one of Sienna’s solo shots, marveling at how easy the cute, elegant fourteen-year-old made everything look. Her friend was caught in mid-jump, her legs curled beneath her thighs and her arms extended far above her head as she almost seemed to float in the air with a wide, joyous expression on her face. She looks good, she mused to herself as she leaned forward and intently scanned the picture. Like, real good. Maybe I should move her forward, make her the official face of the squad. She certainly had to admit that the younger girl looked amazing in her uniform! Not like me…
The sixteen-year-old tore her attention away from the screen as she sat back once more and peered critically down her body. Her breasts weren’t bad, she had to admit – firm and perky and solidly B-cup, they sat high on her chest and were nicely rounded (with the proper bra, of course). Her torso narrowed to her waist before flaring out slightly as her hips came into play, and while she appreciated her slight hourglass figure she didn’t really consider it to be all that special. But her thighs…
Damn fucking thunder-things! she grumbled silently as she frowned and tapped her bare legs with her fingertips. Sienna and Jessie kept insisting that there was nothing wrong with her thighs, that they were tanned and toned and all-around perfect just like her, but in her eyes they were huge, nasty hunks of meat that never seemed to shrink, no matter how many squat-thrusts or lunges she did! “My ass is okay,” she grumbled quietly as she shifted in her chair and pinched her flesh, “but why can’t I do anything with these?!?” She tugged up her boy-shorts to see even more of her offending limbs, glowering at the muscles and flesh and flab that defied every single attempt she made to do something with them. I hate them hate them! she growled as she tugged up the shorts a hair higher while stretching her legs out once more, convinced that if she extended them one last time then maybe the Thigh-Fairy would grant her wish and magically transform them.
She hadn’t planned on it happening, of course… at least, that’s what she always told herself. But it always seemed to happen the same way each time, some variation of the same theme. The combination of her outstretched legs and the tugging at her shorts had pulled the crotch up tight against her, threading the seam along her pussy and pressing against the tiny little eraser-sized lump of her clit. She shifted slightly and her annoyance was instantly replaced with a languid warmth that seemed to ooze through her body like syrup. “God, I’m twisted,” she laughed in a quiet, wry voice as she pulled the bottoms of her shorts first to one side and then the other. The thing didn’t move hardly at all, but the effect of the seam sliding, flicking across her gently stiffening button through the thing cotton of her panties just felt so damn good! She glanced at her closed door and then slid her gaze to the sun beaming through the window, and decided to throw caution to the wind. It would be so easy to do it, and besides it would make her feel so good…
A quick flick of her fingers made damn sure that her bedroom door was locked. She had learned that particular lesson back in June, when Bonnie had burst in when she was right in the middle of satisfying her urges. Oh, her baby sister hadn’t actually seen anything – it was kind-of cool that particular Saturday morning and she had been lucky enough to be under the covers, and she had talked fast enough to give the then-seven-year-old the impression that she wasn’t feeling very well, and fortunately the little girl had bought it. Bonnie’s WAY too young to actually even be THINKING about this sort of stuff! she mused as she untied the waistband of her boy shorts and let the soft, loose-fitting thing fall down her legs. And I would be WAY to embarrassed if people knew I actually did this sorta stuff! she added with a small, tight grin as she pulled back the quilt and top sheet on her bed.
She debated pulling off her skin-tight pink halter tee, but ultimately decided to leave it on – after all, she was doing this for herself, not to impress anyone else! Still, sometimes when she played with herself she liked to heighten her sensations with a little bit of nipple play, so she compromised by pulled the spaghetti straps off of her shoulders and tugging down the front so that the former collar of the top cupped her small, firm breasts. The teenager felt a little wicked thrill flash through her soul as she slid onto the mattress – her exposure made her feel nasty, made her feel so very wicked and bad and dirty! Anyone seeing me right now would be so shocked, she thought as she rolled over, pulled open the drawer to her nightstand, and retrieved her new favorite toy.
Brooke took a second to hold the thing between her forefingers and stare at the vibrator, marveling that something so small and so unassuming could make her feel so good! It had been advertised as a ‘Deep Tissue Massager’ and was only as long as her thumb, a small beige plastic thing with a smooth, round end and a tiny button on the side. She had been masturbating since she was eleven, touching her throbbing clit through her panties (or, when she was feeling really wicked, touching it directly!) and stroking her button until she shuddered in a tiny orgasm. But over the summer she had found the ‘massager’ at the drug store, and it had opened up a whole new world of pleasure to her…
She flicked the sliding switch with her thumbnail and felt the toy spring to life in her fingers, the soft, barely-audible buzz belying the fierce vibrations coursing through her hand. She could feel it in her bones, feel the thing shuddering violently in her grip, and the thought of what she was about to do made her even hotter. The sixteen-year-old didn’t even need to press it directly against her button, and instead gently laid her hand next to her pussy… and the vibrations enveloped her entire groin, tearing a gasp of pleasure from between her lips. “Oh…” she whimpered as her other hand fluttered up to her chest and her fingers found one stiff nipple, flicking and tweaking the eraser-sized button and sending deliciously complimentary flashes of electricity sparking through her body.
The teenager took half a second to arrange her ponytail so that it wasn’t pulling at her scalp and settled in, melting into the mattress beneath her as the warmth flowed through her being. With the barest of movements Brooke slid her hand over two inches until she could press the rounded end of the vibrator against her stiff and ready clit, the buzzing of the toy complimenting her low, guttural moan of lust. It always startled her at how wet she got when she played with herself, how warm and inviting her pussy became when she worried her button in the privacy of her own bedroom. She focused on the roiling waves of pleasure rolling into her soul from deep in her belly, flicking her nipple once more as she pressed the vibrator a bit more firmly against her clit. The physical sensations were all she really needed – whenever she tried to do what she thought other girls did and imagine the who-the-Hell-cares hunk of the week she only got bored, so she instead shut out the world, shut out her thoughts, shut out everything except the feeling of the vibrator against her painfully stiff nubbin.
Brooke felt the heat of her sex burning through her panties, and she rolled the vibrator around her clit as she gripped her small boob tight. The toy hit the especially sensitive place on the bottom of her button and she whimpered as her entire body jerked, her abs clenching so hard that she curled up and off the bed for a moment before falling back down. “So good, so good,” she murmured in a daze as she worked herself even higher. She felt hot and sweaty and in such need, almost as if her sixteen-year-old body couldn’t actually continue living unless she tore an orgasm from her fertile womb. She was close, so close, closer with every passing instant, and almost as if she were listening to someone else she could hear her soft, encouraging chant flowing from her lips. “Yes, yes, yesyesyes…”
It snuck up on her just like it always did. It was always the same… one second she would be luxuriating in the warm, trembly sensations coursing through her teenage body, absolutely loving the warm wetness flowing deep in her tummy and the hyper-sensitivity of her nipples and clit, feeling dirty and beautiful and happy and ashamed all at the same time. And then in the next instant her hips bucked as everything just seemed to spike and the entire universe vanished and she would grunt like an animal and her entire body would curl into an almost ball as she came, the wetness in her womb flowing out of her body and soaking the crotch of her panties so thoroughly that she would have to pad off to the bathroom and wipe her pussy with a washcloth. The memories flashed through her semi-conscious mind in a split-second before it happened again, and everything vanished as her knees curled up to her chest and she teetered on the edge of sanity and she whimpered as she felt her swollen, puffy pussy lips part slightly as she offered herself to the pure pleasure…
When she could think straight once more she found herself limp on her mattress, gasping for air as her bare flesh gleamed with sweat. She felt hot and flushed, almost as if she had a fever… A sex fever! she thought with a wry smile as she idly ran her fingertips across her bare chest. Her pads slid effortlessly along her collarbone, and she simply lay there, savoring in the post-orgasmic glow of another successful self-love session. Of course her panties were soaked with her own juices, her slick oils that felt as if they were dribbling down the insides of her thighs and ruining the sheets beneath her backside, and the usual guilt flashed into her mind. I’m so glad nobody knows I do this! she thought as she flicked off the vibrator and sat up. Well, tried to sit up… her abs were so sore (as usual) that it took her two tries to peel her upper body off the soggy cotton, and she had to sit still for a moment until the wave of dizziness faded. Nobody else is a pervert like me! I hope nobody finds out what I do…
Brooke flipped the spaghetti straps of her tee up over her shoulders and pulled the collar up to cover her breasts, and then slipped off the mattress. Especially mom ‘n Bonnie, she added as she made her way towards the door on wobbly knees. They would freak!
It was just after four in the afternoon and she knew that she was being lazy, just lounging around in her panties and a small pink tee shirt like a frog on a log, but she just couldn’t help herself. I’ve got homework to do, ‘n mommy keeps telling me to clean my room, Bonnie mused as she rolled over onto her tummy and peered intently at the picture in front of her. She wasn’t sure who had taken it… one of the mothers, probably, but somehow it had made its way to her phone. Sweet and innocent, the three of them, Nyssa-Bonnie-Juliana all crammed together, sweaty from their practice but smiling wide for the camera. But I REALLY don’t wanna! Especially since I can’t stop thinking about…
Juliana. And Nyssa. Her two bestest friends in the entire world. Her two lovers! The taste of their kisses, the taste of their pussies, the way she made her feel…
I could be with them forever! she decided with a shiver. Whenever they were together, whenever they were playing girly games, she felt so alive! The touch of their fingers on her, in her, made her feel grown-up and adult and so unbelievably good. They even smell good when they sweat! she decided as she rolled over and hugged herself with a dopey smile on her face. If she thought hard enough she could imagine that she could hear their heartbeats, a rhythmic thump-thump-thump that filled her soul and made her feel safe and warm…
No, wait, she frowned as she realized that she wasn’t imagining the thumping. I CAN hear it! She half-sat up and concentrated, and after a second realized that the thumping was coming from the wall. On the other side was Brooke’s room, and the eight-year-old idly wondered what her big sister was doing. The little girl rolled back onto her stomach, moving her head to the edge of the bed nearest the heating vent and held her breath as she strained to hear. It was faint, so faint that she could barely make out the words, but it was Brooke, chanting in time to the wall thumps! “Oh God, oh God, oh God…”
Oh, she’s MASturbating!!! Bonnie clasped her hands over her mouth to keep from giggling aloud... her prim-and-proper big sister was in her bedroom all alone, on a Saturday afternoon when she claimed to be doing her homework… but the little girl knew, knew, what Brooke was doing! “So nasty,” she whispered in a voice barely audible even to herself as the sixteen-year-old on the other side of the wall gasped sharply, and then issued a long, low moan as the thumping stopped. Of course, Bonnie couldn’t begrudge the sixteen-year-old her pleasures… especially considering what she’d been doing with her girlfriends…
She rolled back across the mattress as she heard Brooke getting off the bed, and her gaze fell upon her own reflection in the full-length mirror across her bedroom. “I’m having sex!” she whispered fiercely, almost shivering at the sheer pride that lanced through her soul. “I’m a woman!” The problem was… She frowned once more as she peered deeper at her reflection, turning her face first to one side and the other, trying to see… I’ve done it with Jules ‘n Nyssa, like a dozen times! she thought. So how come I still look like a little girl? She knelt on the mattress and leaned forward, staring intently at her face. For some reason she thought that her no-longer-virgin status would be emblazoned across her forehead in big shiny letters, something to tell the world that she had been having sex, lots of sex – but there was nothing there. “So unfair…” she grumped.
Her gaze slid off of her face and down past her neck to her chest… or, more specifically, to the two tiny little nipples poking through the thin fabric of her tee shirt. Hmm, she mused critically as she tore her gaze from her reflection and actually looked down her body. Her nips were stiff once again, as much from the cold of the air conditioning as from her near-constant state of horniness, but it was so annoying! Both mommy ‘n Brooke are kinda biggish, she noted as she pressed her palms against her chest and felt nothing but flatness around her pokies. I wonder how big I’ll be when I grow up? The thought of having boobs to play with, to have Juliana and Nyssa play with them, caused a familiar warm twist deep inside her belly, and she flushed at the idea. After a quick glance to make sure that her bedroom door was closed… and with a single movement grasped the bottom of her tee and slipped it up over her head.
Her gaze flashed back over to the mirror as she dropped the no-longer-needed garment to the floor, and once more she frowned at what she saw – or rather, what she didn’t see. Nothing but flat featureless flesh, a chest without even the hint of curve! Yes, her nips were tiny and pink and stiff, sensitive little nubbins that were adorable, but still… Jules likes sucking on them, she thought with a faint blush as she turned her shoulders first left, then right, and then pulled them back, ‘n I like her playing with them! But I SO wish that I had more there! A part of her mind was surprised that they didn’t look any different – she half expected them to be practically glowing red, but they weren’t, they were still the same. Maybe… she mused.
Another glance at the door – Can’t be too careful! – and she rolled onto her back. Planting her heels on the mattress she lifted her hips up, grasped the waistband of her panties, and peeled her underwear off her body. The tiny cotton thing joined her tee on the floor as she sat back up, scooted her backside to the edge of the bed, and spread her legs, peering once more at her reflection. Her pussy looked the same as well… a tiny little dark slit, no more than a quarter on edge, centered squarely between her thighs. No hair, no features, no nothing – it was the pussy of a little girl! Maybe it’s a bit pinker than normal? she mused critically, hoping that there would be SOMETHING there, especially considering the sheer amount she had been using it recently! But it looked the same, sadly, depressingly the same. The eight-year-old placed two fingers on either side and spread it open a bit, but other than a flash of her bright pink inner flesh she saw nothing special. Nothing? She brought one thumb into play, using it to pull a bit from the top, but other than exposing her stiffening clitty there was no difference besides the wicked little thrill that flashed through her body.
Well, at least there’s one thing that’s the same, she decided with a tiny smile as she slid her thumb lower and poked at her nubbin. It feels SOOOO good to touch down there!Why did I wait so long to start playing with myself?!? Oh, she had humped her pillow a couple times in the middle of the night over the summer, but even the thought of doing anything more with that wonderful button capping the top of her slit hadn’t even really occurred to her until she started playing with Jules and Nyssa. The knowledge that it felt good when it got stiff and stroked was like a revelation to her, a mind-blowing bit of information that totally changed the way she saw everything! She learned just how good it felt when one of the twins used their tongue on her clitty, and she learned just how good it felt to have one of their clitties under her tongue, or fingers, or whatever! She flicked the tip of her thumb across the stiffening lump and was rewarded with another flash of pleasure, and again, and again, each flick sending shooting bolts of sheer electricity up through her belly, past her pounding heart, and straight into her brain. She felt her cunny slicking up, the warm wetness flowing as she worried her button, and her breathing grew a bit ragged as she stared down at the glorious pleasure-hole between her legs and stroked herself.
A movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention and she glanced back up, back at her reflection. Bonnie shivered at the image burned into her brain – of herself, balanced on the edge of the bed with her heels on the mattress, her thighs spread wide and exposing her little-girl pussy. I look so nasty! Hot, she had to acknowledge as she watched her mirror image stroke its clit again and flush slightly, but really nasty! I wonder if Jules ‘n Nyssa look like this when they play with themselves! She used her fingers to spread her pussy once more and was rewarded with another flash of her pink inner flesh, the entrance to her fuck-hole almost gleaming from the late afternoon sunlight flowing through her window. “Pretty,” she whispered as she ran the tip of one index finger across the gooey pink and shivered at the sensation.
Another glance at the door, and she decided to be braver! The eight-year-old stroked her pink inner-stuff again, and then again, and then she wormed her pointer finger inside her body. The skin at the entrance to her cunny felt weird, almost a combination of smooth and rough (but how could it be both at the same time?), but slick and soft, and her finger slipped past it easily. She heard a low, distant moan and realized with almost shock that it was coming from her mouth, that the feeling of her own finger sliding past the first knuckle, past the second, all the way up into her pussy was glorious! Her digit felt as if it were wrapped by something hot and wet, and she felt her own girly juices flowing around the intruder in her cunny. Her heart seemed to beat a little faster, she felt a lot warmer, and she needed more, more, so much more! She pulled out her pointer finger, shivering at the sensations the sliding digit made as it slid past the sensitive walls of her pussy, and twinned it with her middle finger. Curling the ends slightly she slipped them back inside of herself, the doubled-digit feeling twice as good as just the one, and she twitched as they slid in as far as she could push them. Pull out, push back in… Pull out, push back in… Again, faster… Faster… Faster still… Faster, faster, faster, and before she knew it she was pumping her fingers in and out of her sex, each thrust in accompanied by a tiny little wet squish and each pull out containing a moist squelch, the sounds nasty and beautiful and dirty and amazing as they echoed in her ears. She brought her thumb back up to her clit and was surprised at how big and hard it had gotten, and her entire body burned as if she had a fever. “More,” she hissed, a bit surprised at how low and throaty her voice sounded as it warred with the sounds from between her legs. “More, need more…”
Bonnie wished she had the toy, that wonderful beautiful vibrating thing that felt so amazing in her cunny, but that was still over at Jules and Nyssa’s. And it’s their toy, they just share it with me, she admitted as she whipped her head around, her gaze darting around her bedroom looking for something, anything that she could push into her pussy to take care of this craving! I want to get one too, but later… Dirty clothes in the hamper, no help there… Her desk, with pencils and pens, way too small to fill her up… Her dresser, and mirror, and… Her closet… There! she thought as her gaze fell upon the pile of toys she never played scattered across her carpet. She had received the toy microphone for Christmas years ago and had fun playing with it for several months, pretending that she was a singer in a band before the batteries had run out and she had forgotten about it. It wasn’t ideal but it would do – it was long and hard and it would fill her up right there and then in that moment and take care of the fire burning in her soul, and she knew what she had to do…
It only took a few seconds for her to roll over, lean off the bed, and snatch up the toy. The microphone felt cool and hard in her hand, the smooth plastic firm and thick, and the idea that she could shove it up inside of her sopping-wet cunny to scratch the itch deep inside her fuck-hole made her even hotter! For the briefest of seconds the considered using the wide end but instantly dismissed it – There’s no WAY I could fit THAT inside me! she acknowledge as she stared at the orange-sized bulb nestled in her palm with wide, glittering eyes. But the handle was both small and big enough, and the idea of THAT inside her drooling pussy…
The eight-year-old lay back on her pillow, letting her thin little-girl legs loll open as she settled into place. Through the vent she could still hear Brooke moaning softly, and she allowed her mind to wander as she brought the toy down between her legs. I wonder what HER pussy looks like, she mused as she slid the hard, smooth plastic along the length of her slit. She gasped as it made contact with her clit, the tip flicking the firm, super-sensitive knot of flesh and sending a shooting lightning bolt of tension straight into her belly. The thumping against the wall increased in tempo and a part of her realized that Brooke was losing herself in the throes of her own pleasure, and the knowledge made her imagine that she was in her sister’s room, laying at the foot of the bed playing with herself and watching the teenager masturbate while Brooke watched her do the same…
Instinctively she maneuvered the toy, bringing the rounded base of the handle just inside her slit while she pulled herself open with her other hand. With a firm grip on the bulb she pushed, thrilling as she felt her flower part and the hard shaft slide up inside of her. “Oh God,” she whispered as her burning pussy was filled completely, and she felt hot and crazy and her need so intense that it was all she could think of. She began pumping, fucking herself with the microphone as her ears filled with the thumping of the wall and Brooke’s chants of “Yes, yes, yesyesyes…” She was close, so damn close…
Everything was just so overwhelming that she couldn’t help herself. Bonnie bit her lip as the sensations coursing through her body spiked, helpless to prevent her own moan of pleasure that in her own ears was in perfect harmony to her sister’s as she came. Deep in her tummy her baby place clenched and twisted, and she felt her tunnel wrap tightly around the microphone and everything faded into a dim, distant haze as her girl-juice gushed her palm and wrist and all over the inside of her thighs and onto the sheet and she knew that she was pretty and cute and sexy and grown-up and using her body exactly in the way it was designed to be used…
A part of her knew that it had only been a few seconds but it felt as if she had been lost in the fuzzy haze of her orgasm forever and when she could think clearly again she found herself laying across her bed, gasping great deep lungfulls of air. Her skin burned as if it were on fire, and she felt happy, so incredibly happy! She tightened her trembling fingers around the bulb of the microphone and twisted it slightly, shivering in pleasure as she felt the shaft lodged in her hyper-sensitive fuck-hole slide around. So good… In the mirror she could see her reflection on the bed, her hand between her thighs blocking her view and her skin glowing with sweat, and she gave herself a weak, trembling smile. “So fucking good,” she whispered as she rolled the microphone again, luxuriating in the sensations the toy sent radiating from her pussy. Dimly she could hear Brooke moving around in her room and she knew that she too had to get cleaned up, but she instead just lay there for another few minutes, desperate to savor the feelings in her pre-teen body for just a bit longer…
The clock on the stove told her that it was 4:06, and Debbie Landon shivered as she stepped into the kitchen from the mudroom and felt the icy fingers of the air conditioning slide across her sweat-slicked flesh. She wiped the perspiration from her forehead with the back of one hand as she closed the door behind her with the other, grateful to be back in the cool air. I’ve got to run to keep off the weight, she mused with a grunt as she groped for a towel that was already destined for the wash and tried to mop some of the sweat from her body, but LORD I hate running when it’s hot! With her task complete she tossed the towel back into the hamper and stepped into the kitchen… and felt the urge start to rise in her once again. Noooo… she whined silently as she frowned to herself, willing her sick, twisted need to go away – but it was hopeless, and she knew it.
It was all because of that thing. She didn’t ask for it, had no idea who had sent it to her… but ever since Little Lovers had come into her life, she just couldn’t think straight. The lust would just get worse and worse until she did something about it.
She wandered – staggered, really – into the hallway and glanced up the stairs. Everything was dark, the house was silent, and she had no idea where Brooke or Bonnie actually were right at that moment. Brooke’s probably doing homework, Debbie mused to herself as her fingers idly, almost absentmindedly stroked her clit through the skin-tight satin shorts wrapped around her hips. And Bonnie should be cleaning her room. They could come down at any second! But the need, the growing ache deep in her very soul was growing higher and hotter, and she knew it was stupid and the girls would catch her and she would be mortified but she had to do it, she had to give herself the release that her body craved…
One last glance upstairs and then she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror, took in her sweaty flesh and her greasy pony tail sticking out of the back of her baseball cap and her flat tummy and the grey sports bra and her nipples were cutting right through the painted-on fabric they were so hard and there was a flush on her chest and neck – and the decision was made for her. “I’m coming,” she whispered to her imaginary lover as she quietly slid into the living room.
She knew exactly where it was, on the top of the shelf next to the fireplace slipped into an old jewelry box that she had inherited from her great-grandmother and which the girls had a full understanding that their mother would murder them if they so much as touched it! She had to stand on the hassock to get it, balancing on her tip-toes and straining to flip up the lid and pull out the magazine through instinct alone. She had no idea who had sent it to her, or why… but on Monday she had found it in the mail, sent directly to her in a plain manila envelope like the dozens she dealt with at the office. When her gaze fell upon the half-naked girl on the cover, the teenage blonde in pigtails and a cheerleading outfit who gazed out with a wanton, wicked smile she almost had a heart attack with shock, and was forced to sit for a few minutes with her head in her hands as she tried to calm down enough to deal with the thing…
That she had received a lesbian kiddie-porn magazine in the mail was bad enough. The fact that the cover featured a beautiful blonde teenager who promised wickedness that she delivered inside was even worse. But the fact that she knew the girl, had met the girl and had actually had the girl sleep over in her own house was just… too much.
It was Sienna Koptau in the magazine. One of her daughter’s best friends, a girl who was way too young to be even thinking about the things that she did inside, who made no attempt to hide her identity and actually bragged about her sexual exploits while showing her most intimate places! She was alarmed at first when she discovered that Sienna had done porn – Shit, she’s only FOURTEEN!!! her brain had screamed as she glanced inside, flipping past the pictoral of some infinitely-forgettable seven-year-old having sex with a grown woman to find the cheerleader’s layout – but the sight of Brooke’s friend touching herself, exposing self, exploring her young, fresh body just made her so damn horny…
It’s kiddie porn, she thought for what felt like the millionth time as she took a seat on the couch. It’s SO totally illegal! I need to get rid of this thing. But she couldn’t bring herself to do anything about it, and it had become her twisted little secret. Almost instinctively she flipped open the magazine, and the pages automatically parted to the photo over which she had spent far, far too much time drooling. One of her daughter’s best friends, the thin, tiny, oh-so-adorable Sienna Koptau gazed back at her from beneath her thick eyelashes, her blue orbs containing a combination of shyness and wanton abandon and pleading and defiance and an invitation, all things at once that made her heart thud in her chest. The fourteen-year-old was naked from the throat-down, the only stitch of clothing anywhere near her body the half-rolled pulled-up Centurion’s sweater bunched just above her small, firm breasts, two glorious B-cup orbs capped with sharp, almost painfully hard nipples, and her legs thrown wide to reveal absolutely every square inch of her body to Debbie’s focus. One hand was resting just next to her tiny teenage pussy, her fingertips pulling her sex open slightly, while the other was sliding a hard, not-quite-too-thick-but-still-large-looking glass bottle deep inside her straining hole. Perfection, the grown woman mused yet again as she took in the scene, wishing for a moment that Sienna was there performing just for her. It was a favorite fantasy, one that she returned to again and again – of the teenager seated on the other end of the couch, one foot planted firmly on the floor and the other heel balanced on the back, flushed and sweaty and moaning as she slid the dildo in and out, in and out, her blue eyes locked on Debbie’s brown, inviting her best friend’s mother to enjoy the show, to join in and play with her nubile, burgeoning body. It was a fantasy, she knew it even as she slid her fingers down between her legs and began to stroke her stiff clit – but it might still be possible. After all, she thought as she let her mind wander, I almost did get a free show last year!
It had been a complete accident… at least, that’s what she told herself, had kept insisting to herself, swore to herself in the year since it happened. It was the evening before the start of the new school year and one week after the Centurions had begun their practices for last season. Brooke had just been promoted to squad lieutenant and had naturally decided that she absolutely positively had to have long, involved meetings with her two best friends Jessie and Sienna that was probably more of a sleepover than business. After a late Friday night in which the trio had stayed up way too late Debbie had stumbled out of bed, sleep still fogging her mind as she tried to adjust the long, knee-length sleeping tee that had somehow become twisted around her slim form, and she stumbled down the hall to put on the coffee. She had heard the shower running in the hall bathroom and had poked her head in to tell whichever daughter was wasting water to knock it off.
And she froze when her gaze fell upon Sienna in all her naked glory. The thirteen-year-old was getting ready to hop in the shower and the timing had been just so perfect! Her nude, barely-developing body was laid out right before her mature eyes, and in the brief instant that she was peeking she saw everything! Sienna’s breasts were not even there except for the barest hint of puffiness behind her pokey nipples, and if there was any hair down between her legs it was so soft and light that it looked completely bare. Her figure was trapped somewhere between a girl and a woman, with only a tiny little implication of the curves that she might possibly develop sometime far in the future, and Debbie was forced to tear her gaze from the tiny little cleft between her thighs and back up to her face, taking in the blue eyes wide with shock and the somewhat greasy pigtails that the girl had yet to pull loose and the puffy lips and she blushed and mumbled some vague, forgettable apology and promptly shut the door with the memory of Sienna without a stitch of clothes on burned into her memory…
Debbie kept her gaze locked on the picture next to her as she increased the tempo of her strokes between her legs. Her clit was rock-hard and oh-so-sensitive, each caress of her fingertips sending little lightning bolts of pleasure shooting up into her body. She was distantly aware of just how rapidly her breaths were coming, of how her heart pounded in her chest, and she wanted so much more! Her free hand flashed up to her breast, taking the firm, round C-cup in her palm and squeezing for a moment before grasping her sports bra and yanking up. Free of their constraints her boobs hung free for only an instant before she grasped her tit again, moaning at the pressure her own hand created and sending a wonderfully complementary wave of ecstasy coursing in to combine with the feelings from her pussy. “Oh God,” she whispered as she felt a wave of lightheadedness wash through her mind, every conscious thought filled with Sienna both in the magazine and in real life. “So beautiful, so fucking beautiful…” As her fingers worked even faster on her throbbing clit her mind slid easily into her favorite fantasy.
Sienna was totally naked before her, kneeling on the carpet in the center of the room. In one hand she steadied the glass bottle while her other hand was balancing her teenage body. Slowly she lowered her hips, letting her body impale itself on the bottle as she gazed up at her with a look of pure adoration in her eyes. “Please,” the fourteen-year-old whined as she sank down even further, her tiny little pussy stretching around the shaft spreading her open, “please, Mrs. Landon, please Debbie, let me eat you. I need to eat your cunt, please!” The girl rose up a little bit and sank lower, and again, her slim, girlish hips rolling slightly as she worked the bottle into her hole, and she couldn’t prevent the whimper of pure lust from issuing forth. She huffed a little bit as she bounced up and down, each movement of her firm body sending her pigtails dancing slightly around her shoulders and giving her tiny, girlish tits just the barest of jiggles as she pleasured herself. “Please, I’m so horny,” she begged, “please make me cum, make me cum!!!”
As usual it happened so suddenly that she was once more taken by surprise as the combination of her real memories, the images in the magazine, and her own perverse imagination sent her over the edge. Deep in her belly her womb clenched, and she was unable to stop her body from curling slightly as she pressed her fingers against her hyper-sensitive clit. The world around her shrank and faded until all there was were the glorious sensations of her orgasm roiling through her tense body, and deep inside she could feel, actually feel, the entrance to her womb opening in welcome to the non-existent sperm it was convinced was flooding into her pussy. She was dimly aware of a gasping moan of pure, unadulterated bliss echoing in her ears and almost instantly she knew that it was herself giving vocal affirmation to the sheer sexual fulfillment that she was experiencing. It was perfect, it was wonderful, and she just wanted to stay just like that, to feel just what she was feeling for the rest of her life…
As the little flashes of light/dark began to clear from her vision and she came back into herself, the usual waves of shame and embarrassment washed over her. She sniffed as she fought back her tears, hating herself for her desires, hating that need that spike through her soul more and more often lately, hating the fact that the only relationship she had managed to maintain since the end of her marriage was with her hand – and, every so often, with the large cock-shaped dildo she had hidden in the back of her dresser. Beside her the magazine lay on the cushion, the look in Sienna’s eyes almost mocking judgment, as if the teenager knew exactly what sort of filthy thoughts were running – had run – through her mind. It’s kiddie porn, she acknowledge to herself as she tore her gaze away from the glossy pages. I’m an officer of the court, I should report it, I should have someone do something about it! She knew it, she knew what she should do… but she just couldn’t. I can’t! she sniffed as she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. I can’t tell anyone, I can’t even admit just how hot it is, just how much I need it! The thought of losing the magazine, the thought of losing the sight of Sienna offering her teenage body to her hungry, desperate gaze, the thought of losing Sienna herself ensured that she would never, ever abandon her young lover…
Okay, whoa, she thought in alarm as she sat bolt-upright in her chair and quickly yanked her sports bra back down over her breasts. Where did THAT come from? She carefully brought the end of her cum-towel up and wiped off her pussy before struggling to pull her yoga pants back up. She couldn’t be having feelings for a girl young enough to be her daughter – to be another of her daughters. It was weird. It was sick. It was so wrong! This is just a fling, just a crush, that’s it, she told herself as she flipped the magazine closed and levered herself up to her feet. That’s all this is, nothing more.
She hoped she was telling the truth. She hoped that she was being truthful. But still she couldn’t help but notice that her knees were just a bit wobbly, that her well-used pussy got just a bit wetter, as she got to her feet and her gaze fell over the cover, of Sienna half-naked and giving her a look that practically invited her to play…
Rebecca hitched the smallish gym bag over her right shoulder while she tightly gripped the strap of her purse draped over her left and took a deep breath. As she exhaled she was aware of just how unsteady it sounded – a shaky sort of uncertainty, almost as if she were afraid. “Stop it,” she hissed quietly to herself as she scowled and tried to calm her nerves. She took a step away from her car, then another, and then she was moving with purpose straight towards the glass doors before her.
When she had emailed her patron – it still bothered her more than a little bit that she didn’t know who the woman was! – she had expected her message to simply be acknowledged and largely ignored, much as all the others she had sent. But last Tuesday, a mere five days ago, she had actually received a reply. She really hadn’t expected one when she suggested putting on a slumber party for a bunch of the girls (a naturally dirty slumber party, where they showed off their bodies and did things to each other, of course), but rather she had of course been thinking of trying to get approval for Paula and herself to swap daughters. She couldn’t get the thought of her little Laurie kneeling between the redhead’s thighs, while her obsession with her counterpart’s twin little crimson-haired morsels almost caused her to soak through her jeans… and she had a distant hope that the shadowy controller of everything would give her the approval to follow through on her obsession. But the unexpected reply had turned out to offer much more…
You own Laurie, the woman had written, so you can do whatever you want with her – just like Paula owns Juliana and Nyssa. Feel free to have them sleep with whoever whenever, but provide pictures! That short, simple message had been the start… over the next five days more messages had arrived, offering her the chance to prove just how creative and controlling she could actually be. The mystery woman gave her blessing to the slumber party and offered to provide even more entertainment... She had hinted just a bit that, if Rebecca proved herself, she would give her even more responsibilities, and of course more rewards… She okayed the idea of maybe making some discrete videos, at least for private viewing while she considered public release… She had sent Rebecca a box of sex toys and a top-of-the-line camera and some sexy clothing clearly made for little girls, if the sizes were of any indication… She suggested organizing the girls into harems that would allow both herself and Paula (and, by implication, other mothers who she was not aware of) to collect and trade… Every idea was glorious and perfect and made her so excited that she couldn’t stand it! On Thursday she had peeked in on Laurie making love to Ronnie while she masturbated, and yesterday she had actually seduced her daughter once more, and it felt like she was fingering herself almost constantly…
Focus! she told herself angrily as she paused at the double doors. This is a test, so you HAVE to do it right! The building to which her mentor had ordered her to go on a quiet Sunday afternoon was the gymnastics gym across town from where the Centurions practiced, an average, nondescript place with a sign above a pair of glass double doors. There was nobody around, but Rebecca still glanced about just to make sure – Can’t be too careful! she told herself – and took another deep breath. “Time to do this,” she whispered as she slipped inside. She took stock as she stood in the rather threadbare lobby with some parent-seats, a waiting area that was almost eerily similar to how things were set up for the cheerleaders… but another pair of double doors to the gym proper were open, and she could hear a pair of little girl voices talking quietly through the portal. My two little actresses for today, she mused with a small, wicked smile as she felt herself calming just a little bit. She turned and locked the door behind her, and then glanced inside. I wonder who they are?
When her gaze fell upon the two girls, she was surprised. And more than a little aroused.
She was at the gym, but it wasn’t her gym and the light just wasn’t… right. It was this weird golden color, almost as if it was around Thanksgiving or something like that and the sun was low on the horizon, but she knew that it wasn’t that it was only September and it was two in the afternoon, so the light should have been normal. But it wasn’t. Am I dreaming? Ilise wondered to herself as she looked up at the skylights above, trying to work out in her mind why the light was weird. I don’t think I am… I feel like I’m awake, she continued as she tore her attention away from the ceiling above and turned it to her own body. I’m in my practice gear, she noted dully as she picked gently at the silky shorts around her hips and the thin, tight pink cotton tee over her body – well, tried to, at least. Her fingers seemed to move a split-second behind her thoughts, almost as if she would give a command and it would take a hair-longer-than-an-instant before everything moved. I have to be dreaming, she decided as she turned her attention to the gym around her and looked to see what was there.
“Ilise?” a small, tiny, confused voice said right next to her, and she felt her heart leap in her chest as she turned and saw that Candy was with her! Her new BFF was staring around the gym, worrying one jet-black pigtail with her hands as uncertainty roiled in her green eyes. “Where am… I’m at my gym, how did we get here?” she asked in a scared little voice.
“Don’t worry,” the tween replied as she rested one hand on her girlfriend’s shoulder, feeling the heat of her body through the skin-tight Lycra leotard the gymnast wore over her body. “I think we just showed up here together. We must have just… decided to come. Right?”
“Oh,” Candy replied in a somewhat mollified voice, although the uncertain look didn’t leave her gaze. “Okay. I guess.” The smaller girl looked around the gym once more, her head moving so slow that Ilise wondered if it were even moving at all. “Are we dreaming?” she asked in a breathy whisper.
“I… think so. Yes?” Was she dreaming or was she awake? She didn’t know, she couldn’t tell, it was all so confusing! She tried to remember how she got there and failed miserably – but the fact that she was there with her best friend made it alright. “You look pretty,” the cheerleader said as she looked her companion up and down and blushed faintly. She felt stupid, she felt hot and confused and there was this weird tension in her tummy just like when she touched herself ‘down there’ in the middle of the night while she thought about… Thought about…
Candy blushed just as faintly as she ran her fingers along the flat tummy of the black one-piece that hugged her body like a second skin. “It’s just what I wear when I practice,” she replied, her voice containing a tiny quaver of what Ilise thought was embarrassment. She took a tiny shuffling half-step forward to stand mere inches from her, and the cheerleader felt her heart race as she felt the heat of her friend’s – her girlfriend’s? – body against her own. “I wish that I could just wear stuff like you do when I exercise,” the brunette added as she ran her fingertips along Ilise’s shoulder, her digits sliding easily along the soft, smooth cotton, moving lower, between her so-stiff-they-hurt nipples, down past her waistband, down over her mound...
She couldn’t help herself… just the light, glancing touch of Candy’s fingers on her body tore a whimpering moan of pure lust from between her lips, and Ilise felt her legs growing weak as the wonderful sensations coursed through her young body. She slid her hand up over the gymnast’s shoulder to the back of her neck, fully intending on feasting upon the girl’s delicious-looking lips – when a small, slight noise tore her attention away. The pair of them turned their gaze to the open doors to the gymnasium as an older woman entered. She wasn’t old as in an old-lady old, but the woman was an adult. The cheerleader felt a flash of confusion roil through her fuzzy brain – Do I know her? she asked herself – and while a part of her said no, another part that was much more stronger and forceful insisted that she shouldn’t worry, that it was expected, that it was natural that the woman should be there. “Well, aren’t you two cute,” the new arrival said in a low, almost husky voice as she raked her gaze over the two girls before her. “My name’s Rebecca,” she added.
A quick glance out of the corner of her eye told her that Candy felt the same as her at the knowledge that their private time would have an observer, if the deep crimson blush running up the gymnast’s neck to her cheeks was of any indication. Ilise felt her own face flush as well as the woman hungrily looked over the two girls, and her heartbeat quickened in her chest as she squirmed slightly. “Thank you,” she murmured quietly in a voice that was barely above a whisper. It was so distracting, both the almost predatory gaze of the woman combined with Candy’s soft, gentle strokes of her neck, and she felt her pussy slicking just from the thought of what was to come. “Are you gonna tell us what to do?” she asked. Please, oh please say yes…
“Why, yes, sweetheart,” the woman replied, and Ilise felt a tremble run up her spine as the words spiked her lust even higher. “I am. And,” she added as she reached into her bag and pulled out a small video camera, “I’m going to record it so that you can watch your first time over and over again. Do you like that idea?”
“Are other people going to see it too?” Candy asked in an almost breathy voice.
“Yes.” Rebecca paused for a second and peered at the young gymnast. “Does that bother you?”
Ilise glanced at Candy and saw the sheer excitement in her girlfriend’s eyes… and suddenly the knowledge that other people, complete strangers were going to watch her losing her virginity made her so excited that it was all she could do to keep standing. “No,” she whispered as she turned her attention back to the woman.
“It sounds really hot!” Candy added. “What do you want us to do first?”
Rebecca grinned a wicked smile, lowered the bag to the floor by her feet, and pointed the lens of the camera at the pair. “Why don’t you introduce yourselves?” she suggested. “Tell us your name, how old you are, and what sort of nasty stuff you’ve done.”
Ilise gave Candy’s flat little-girl ass a gentle little pat and stepped forward. “My name is Ilise Gower,” she said proudly as any remaining doubts faded from her mind. I can do this! she silently insisted. “I’m twelve years old, ‘n I’m still a virgin.” She struck a little pose and let the woman scan her up and down, and when the lens of the camera settled back on her face she let her smile grow a little bit wicked. “I’ve fingered myself down there lots of times, ‘n once I pushed a marking pen inside my pussy. But that’s all I’ve ever done!”
Candy sidled up next to her, and easily wrapped one arm around her girlfriend’s waist as the brunette introduced herself. “I’m Candice Kane, but everyone calls me Candy,” the gymnast said, and Ilise felt her heart swell with love. She nuzzled the side of the little girl’s neck and was grateful to hear her gasp a little bit. “I’m twelve too,” Candy continued, her voice a little throatier than before, “’n I’m a virgin too. I’ve only fingered myself down there a couple of times, but I want to do so much more!” She turned her attention to the cheerleader and Ilise saw sparkles of sheer adoration floating in her green eyes. “I love you sooooo much…” she whispered, her words almost slurred.
“I love you too,” Ilise whispered back. It felt so natural, so right to say that! What was stopping me before? she wondered. Her mind was fuzzy, it made no sense – why couldn’t she remember saying it? She was sure she had, it was just the right thing to say, and she had no idea why she hadn’t. “I’m glad my first time’s gonna be with you,” she added.
“Me too,” Candy replied.
“Why don’t you two kiss?” the woman suggested. “Show us how much you love each other.”
Now that sounded like a brilliant idea! Ilise felt a stupid smile cross her face as she happily turned and took Candy in her arms, feeling the girl’s body pressing against hers. Candy raised her face, her eyes fluttering shut as she offered herself to her lover, and Ilise felt her own eyelids closing as she brought her lips down. The first contact between them was electric, and she both felt and heard the brunette moan in her mouth as the girl sagged against her. OhmyGOD, she thought as she let her lips part slightly and felt Candy’s do the same, she tastes so good! The little girl’s mouth was a combination of mint and girl with a tiny metallic tang from her braces, and Ilise let her tongue slide between her lover’s teeth as it sought out its counterpart. She felt dizzy and hot, felt her lust coursing through her tween body, felt the throbbing wetness of her pussy and the painfully hardness of her nipples – and then she felt Candy’s hands slide down from her back to cup her ass cheeks. The contact of the girl’s palms cupping her backside made her moan, it was good, it was perfect, everything was so right, especially while Rebecca was walking around them with the camera, filming everything, and she wanted to show the world just how hot Candy was making her...
“Ilise,” Rebecca said softly, “put your hand between her legs and rub her there. Get the little bitch off!”
But of course! Ilise broke the kiss with a wet smack and took a half-step back, freeing one arm while holding Candy tight with the other. Without hesitation she brought her hand between the gymnast’s legs, feeling the heat of her pussy through the skin-tight Lycra leotard as her fingers made contact. She could feel everything, every single feature of Candy’s pussy through the fabric, and her pads quickly found the twelve-year-old’s tiny little clit. As she softly yet firmly rubbed the little button Candy’s body responded to her touch, and with a moan she turned her head back and refastened her lips to Ilise’s. The gymnast shivered and squirmed beneath against her, gasping hot, breathy moans into her mouth as she surrendered to the sensations coursing through her body. In what felt like only seconds Candy tensed, whimpering as her body jerked once, twice, three times as she came, and Ilise gently lowered her to the mat beneath them. “Oh God,” Candy whispered, her voice filled with awe. “You did it, you made me cum!”
“You looked so pretty, you’re so pretty,” Ilise replied. Candy did – her face was all shiny with sweat and her skin flushed, and the sheer stink of her body was so delicious, and she was so confused, why did she wait so long? “I’m glad you came,” she added lamely. The crotch of her panties felt soaked through, she felt hot and weird, she felt like she needed so much, why couldn’t she think straight?!? “So horny…” she mumbled.
“That was nice,” Rebecca said, and Ilise turned her head in confusion. Wait, when… Oh, that’s right, she suddenly remembered – she and Candy asked her to come, to film them making love for the first time! Duh, I’m so stupid… “Candy looked so pretty when you made her cum. Do you think you’ll look just as pretty?” At the cheerleader’s confused shrug the woman laughed lightly. “Well, why don’t we find out? Candy, take her clothes off.”
Yes! Candy gave her a smile, and it was only natural that she return it – Yes, please! Ilise sat on her heels as the gymnast struggled up to sit before her, and as her lover grasped the bottom of her shirt and slid it up her slim body she raised her arms up above her head. With a single, fluid motion Candy stripped her top off her body and left her topless, and the knowledge that she was half-naked before the camera gave her a nasty little thrill. Candy stole a quick kiss from her lips and then lowered her head, bringing her mouth down to her chest and gracing one of her nipples with another, and Ilise couldn’t help but gasp in pleasure at the contact. She glanced at Rebecca as the woman stepped in for a close up and then felt her mind swimming as Candy licked at first one nipple and then the other. “Oh, that feels good,” she murmured softly. Almost weakly she stroked the back of her lover’s head as Candy sank even lower, trailing a series of tiny little kisses down her flat tummy.
“You taste good,” Candy whimpered as she ran her tongue around her belly button, lapping at the thin sheen of perspiration covering her skin.
“Take off her shorts,” Rebecca ordered.
Ilise felt her heart race as Candy grasped the waistband of shorts, and she rolled onto her back as her lover worked them off of her hips and slid them down her legs. As she raised her feet to let the gymnast work the satin over her feet she felt a flash of confusion – Wait, why aren’t I wearing panties? Didn’t I put them on? It was weird, she could swear that she had pulled on a clean pair… but really it was pointless, the question was unimportant, and as she lowered her legs back down to the mat she gasped as she felt Candy’s warm breath wash across her tummy. Her lover gave a playful little lick to her belly button again and then lowered her lips to give her hairless mound another kiss, and then kissed even lower still. She felt her legs fall open of their own accord, and looked down her body as Rebecca half-knelt to point the camera down there – and she was just so aware of how naked she was! “Is she gonna kiss my pussy?” she asked breathily as Candy moved her lips even lower, half-hoping and half-afraid…
“Call it a cunt, sweetheart,” Rebecca replied. The woman placed one hand on the mat as she leaned in, focusing the camera squarely between her legs. “And she’s going to do a lot more than that! Candy,” she added, “use your thumbs and pull her cunt open.”
“’N’kay.” Ilise let her legs raise up a little bit as her girlfriend slid her hands up the insides of her thighs and gently pressed her fingertips into the smooth, sensitive flesh on either side of her slit. With only the barest of pressure she pulled, and Ilise felt a flash of shame as she felt her sex part open. “Oh my God,” Candy whispered in shock.
“What?” Ilise asked. “Is it gross?”
“No,” the gymnast replied in an almost reverent tone. “It’s so pretty!” Ilise felt more than saw Candy shift, and she could just tell that her lover was peering intently at her pussy – No, it’s a cunt! she corrected herself. “It’s all pink and shiny, it smells so good. It’s pretty!” she repeated.
“It tastes even better,” Rebecca claimed. “Go ahead, stick out your tongue and lick it.”
“Yesssss…” Candy pressed her face further between her legs, and Ilise felt a momentary wash of her lover’s hot breath across her wide-open cunt – and then she gasped as she felt a stiff, warm, soft-rough thing slide right up her slit! Candy’s tongue felt sooooo good as it slipped between her spread lips and slid across her sensitive inner-flesh, and both the thought and the feel of the gymnast lapping up all her oozing girly-juices sent warm waves of pleasure roiling up into her belly. She moaned and arched her back as the wet lapping sounds of Candy’s feast filled her ears in time to each slip of the tongue against her pussy, and she thought that she would just DIE! if it stopped. “Mff-mrmph!” Candy mumbled, her words lost against her cunt, and Ilise could barely think straight as her pulse pounded in her head.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full, sweetheart,” Rebecca said with a snicker. “And don’t forget her clit!”
It happened in an instant… Candy half-raised her head a bit and her tongue slid up from her hot inner pussy flesh to slide straight across her button, and then she was crashing down, her entire body tensing as she came. With one hand she gripped one of the brunette’s pigtails to hold her in place as her cunt spasmed once, twice, threefourfive times, each twitch spurting a little squirt of girly-cum into her lover’s face. She was soooo embarrassed at just how wet the mat under her ass felt as she realized that it was her girl-stuff that was making a mess, but at the same time it was glorious to give every drop to her lapping girlfriend. “Oh God,” she murmured as she struggled to keep conscious – the orgasm that Candy had torn from her body was the hardest she had ever experienced! “Oh God, oh God…” She struggled to one elbow and looked down her trembling, sweaty body at Candy. “That’s was… Oh, God…” she whispered in a quavering voice.
“Wow,” Rebecca remarked as she leaned in to film first her own just-came pussy and then Candy’s slicked face. “That was pretty intense! Did Candy make you feel good? Did she make you cum?”
“Uh huh!” This is it this is what I needed I love Candy I love Rebecca she’s making me feel so good more I want more… “More,” she whimpered as the need began to fill her body once again. “More…”
“Ah ah ah,” Rebecca replied with a dark little smile. “You can have more later. But now I think it’s time for you to make Candy feel just as good!”
“Oh God yes!” Candy’s voice sounded rough and filled with need, and Ilise looked over to see her girlfriend half-sprawled on the floor with her legs lolling open and one hand furiously stroking her cunt through her cover. She could see that the gymnast’s lips and the front of her leotard were shiny and spattered with her own cunt-juice, and the knowledge that she had covered her girlfriend with her love made her shudder in pleasure just a little bit. “Need to cum, need to cum, make me cum again…” Candy begged as she fixed her wide, glittering eye on the cheerleader.
“Can I eat her cunt too?” Ilise asked, and she was surprised at just how hopeful she sounded.
Rebecca thought about it for half a second, and then leered at the twelve-year-old. “Yes, that’s a good idea. Tear off her clothes and eat her cunt until she cums just as hard as you did!”
Of course, why didn’t I think of that? The cheerleader felt a dopey smile cross her face as she rolled forward and crawled across the mat, feeling the rough surface against her palms and knees as the moved towards Candy. The brunette was lost in the throes of lust, sprawled out on the floor with her legs spread wide, the fingertips of both hands squirming between her thighs as she furiously worked her digits into her covered pussy. Already Ilise could tell that her girlfriend was ready, if the dark, wet stain soaking the crotch of her leotard was of any indication. “Now it’s my turn!” she growled in a hungry, kittenish voice as she slid up next to the gymnast, her eyes raking up and down the tween’s nubile body.
She couldn’t help but notice the wide, almost dazed look in Candy’s eyes as she leaned over the girl, her pupils almost big enough to fall into and unfocused as the gymnast let her legs loll open even wider and working the club against her sex like a madwoman. “Please, please,” begs. “Please, do what you want, do whatever you want, please just make me cum!” Her pleading voice, her lust-fueled body, the sheer scent of her femaleness filled Ilise’s nose, and the blonde felt the warm, languid slickness of her lust starting to rise once more. “I’ll be your slut, I’ll be your slave, just make me cum!!!” Candy whined.
It was a plea that Ilise felt more than happy to fulfill. She fell on Candy, pressing the smaller girl into the mat beneath the pair as her lips met her girlfriend’s. The blonde could taste the musky tartness of her own pussy juices on the gymnast’s lips, taste herself on her girlfriend, and the wicked thrill it gave her sent a shiver of lust-fueled pleasure shivering through her body. Candy let one hand fall from the club and slid her palm up her sweat-slicked side, wrapping around her waist to grip one firm ass cheek tightly as she pulled the cheerleader closer to her. Ilise could feel the heat of Candy’s body through the thin Lycra covering concealing the gymnast’s body from her, the annoying, aggravating, maddening thing that prevented her from the flesh-on-flesh contact she desperately craved! Without even thinking she hooked her fingers into the collar of Candy’s leotard and yanked, and was rewarded with a tiny little crack as some of the fibers gave way. She yanked again, and again, and then one of the seams over her shoulder gave way and the leotard ripped across her chest, pulling away from the little girl’s body and exposing her flat chest to the world. She pulled up slightly, breaking their kiss with a loud smack, and eyed the pair of stiff nipples capping Candy’s nonexistent breasts, and without hesitation she brought her mouth down, biting gently on one tiny, rock-hard, sensitive nubbin. Her girlfriend hissed and arched her back, whimpering at the sensations the cheerleader sent sparking through her body, and one corner of Ilise’s mouth quirked up in amusement. “Oh you like that?” she mumbled through her teeth.
“Oh God, it hurts, don’t stop!” Candy hissed, flopping back down to the mat and squirming in discomfort as she dropped the club in favor of working her fingers through the Lycra still covering her sopping-wet pussy. “I can’t take it, please make me cum! Please, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me fuck me fuck mefuckmefuckme!!!”
Candy’s words lanced right into her mind, wiping away any doubt, any fears, any sort of hesitation, and Ilise felt herself fall into the depths of depravity. She pulled her head back and tugged at the nipple between her teeth, holding it for a moment before letting it fall back down to the sobbing girl’s chest, and gripped the torn leotard with both hands. With an almost violent motion she yanked one last time, tearing the Lycra open further and exposing the gymnast’s twelve-year-old pussy. Candy had absolutely no hair below her waist and her pussy was little more than a dark, wet-looking slit between her thighs, and combined with her complete absence of boobs the girl looked as if she wasn’t even ten. The idea that she was with someone younger made what they were doing seem even hotter, and Ilise gave herself over to her lusts. Scooting down a bit she shoved Candy’s hand out of the way and replaced it with her own, slipping her fingers just barely into the entrance of the brunette’s fuck-hole and stroking furiously. Candy arched her back once more as she felt the touch of Ilise’s fingertip on her tiny, rock-hard clit, and she responded to the pleasure swamping her conscious mind by bringing her knees up and moaning a deep, long, low girlish moan of sexual need.
“Eat her,” a low, throaty, distant voice echoed in her ears, and she tore her attention away from Candy and glanced over her shoulder. Rebecca was standing just behind her, one hand holding the camera steadily on her face while the other worried the cleft between her legs through her jeans, her grown-up nipples almost tearing through the fabric of her tee shirt. “Eat her out, suck on her cunt,” the woman ordered.
There was only a moment of hesitation that vanished in a heartbeat, and Ilise did as she was told. Yes, eat her cunt, she dully told herself – it was so obvious, so perfectly right, that she wondered why she didn’t think of it herself! She turned her attention to the little girl laid out before her, leaning forward with her small, flat ass wriggling happily in the air as she brought her lips down to Candy’s pussy. The gymnast gasped with pleasure and arched her back again as she ran her tongue up her slit, shuddering with pleasure at the musky-sour taste of her girlfriend’s sex. The scent of her cunt was intoxicating, and she murmured happily as she tasted the little brunette again, and again, and then wormed her tongue deeper into the delectable feast before her. I’m eating her out, her mind noted in astonishment as she used her thumbs to pull Candy’s slit open a bit and thrilling as the tiny gymnast whimpered and squirmed as Ilise lapped at the soft, slick pink flesh concealed within. I’m eating her cunt, and it tastes so good!
She distantly noticed movement around her and she glanced up to see Rebecca standing over the pair. Somehow, somewhen the woman had pulled off her clothes and was standing there, totally unashamed by her nudity as she crouched down and focused the lens on her face. Ilise’s smile was blocked by Candy’s mound but that was okay – They’ll be able to tell how happy I am with my eyes! she crowed silently. She pulled her girlfriend open another fraction of an inch and was rewarded with a tiny little dribble of juice that she greedily sipped.
“Oh fuck!” Candy hissed. Ilise felt her lover’s fingers lace through her hair as she pulled her face closer into her crotch, and she glanced up her lover’s undeveloped body to her face, taking in her wide, glittering eyes and flushed skin and brow furrowed in concentration. The gymnast was gasping for air, panting at the sensations flowing through her tween body as she trembled with effort. “Oh fuck!” the brunette chanted, her gaze distant as she stared down at Ilise. “Oh fuck! I’m close! Oh fuck, I’m close! Yes, yes, yesyesyes…”
“Make her cum,” Rebecca ordered. The woman sank to her knees and leaned in to film as much of Ilise’s efforts as possible, and the cheerleader felt her heart soar at the knowledge that her first time with her love was to be immortalized for all eternity. “Fuck her with your tongue, make her cum!” she commanded as she half-lay across the brunette and held the camera only inches from her face. “Make her cum and lick it all up!”
Ilise felt her eyes flutter half-shut as she pulled Candy open a fraction of an inch further and furiously worked the trembling girl’s sex with her tongue. The tween’s cunt was hot and wet and scrumptious, the taste of her lover’s pussy the best thing she had ever tasted, and she just wanted to suck at her hole forever! She wondered what had held her back before, what strange defect in her soul had prevented her from using her mouth to pleasure another girl. This is right, this is natural, she decided in an instant as all of her doubts were washed away, and with a moan of pure surrender she stabbed her tongue as deep as she could while sealing her lips around Candy’s cunt, feasting on her lover’s squirming, trembling body. This is what I’ve ALWAYS wanted!
It was inevitable… “Fuck!” Candy blurted, the word a single explosion of tension that accompanied a twitch of her body. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Candy’s panting moans increased in both tempo and ferocity, each gasp punctuated by a deep, throaty grunting growl as her body jerked harder and harder. The gymnast gripped her hair so tightly that tears sprang to life in the corners of her eyes as she teetered on the edge. And then, with an almost piercing whining, whimpering moan of release, the twelve-year-old arched her back and lifted her hips up off the mat, offering herself fully to her lover as she came. The cheerleader tasted the gushing wetness of the brunette in the back of her throat, and Ilise herself shuddered a little bit with a mini-orgasm of her own as she feasted on Candy’s cunt.
“That’s it,” Rebecca almost purred, “eat it all, eat it all up!” The blonde felt the woman’s hand stroking her back, encouraging her in her efforts, almost helping to hold her in place between Candy’s trembling thighs as the gymnast roiled through her orgasmic convulsions. The little girl held her place for another few seconds before sinking back down to the mat with a great, guttering sigh of pure bliss. “Oh God,” she moaned weakly as she lay shivering before Ilise, her body limp and gleaming with sweat. “Oh God, oh fuck, oh God…”
Ilise smiled a tiny little smile of satisfaction, and gave Candy’s cunt one last slurp before pulling her head back. “Yummy,” she whispered as she gave her lover’s sex a light little kiss, and then another, and then she found herself crawling up the little girl’s body, nestling herself in the crook of the gymnast’s arm as she snuggled in close. “Your cunt was so tasty,” she added as she ran her fingertips across Candy’s flat, slick chest.
“Oh fuck, so good,” Candy replied, her words half-slurred and sounding as if she were in a daze. “So good, so fucking good…” She turned her head slightly and focused her gaze on Ilise, and her lips curled into a weak, tired smile. “I love you,” she whispered as she brought a weak, trembling hand up to caress the cheerleader’s bare hip. “I love you, I belong to you…”
“I love you too.” Ilise realized that she did, that she so loved Candy that it felt like her heart was going to burst. She leaned forward and kissed her lover, tasting herself on the gymnast’s lips just as she was sure the brunette could taste her own juices on hers. “I love you, and I belong to you just like you belong to me,” she added, knowing the truth of her feelings and feeling overwhelming joy as tears of happiness dotted the corners of her eyes.
A distant rustling and a sense of movement tore her attention away from her lover. Glancing over her shoulder, her gaze fell upon Rebecca. Sometime during her lovemaking with Candy the woman had lost most of her clothes and was nude except for the tiny little thong covering her cunt. A tiny part of her twelve-year-old brain thought that it was wrong, that it was weird to have a strange woman naked, to be looking at her naked, but her confusion quickly faded as she raked her gaze up and down Rebecca’s body. She was older, around the same age as her mother, but even so she was still in good shape – she was about half a foot taller than she was, her breasts were large and still somewhat firm, and except for a little bit of weird flesh around her belly button she looked toned and fit. Rebecca was gliding across the mat, her brown eyes wide and glittering as she feasted her orbs on the sweaty little girls, but that wasn’t the important thing… rather, in her hands she was holding something amazing. It kind-of looked like a boy’s thingy (at least, it looked like what the crude cartoon drawings showed when she had to sit through sex-ed last year!), but there were two of them stuck together at the base, and they were huge! The thing was like two feet long and really thick, almost as thick around as a water bottle, and she just didn’t know what the woman was going to do with it. “That’s a good start,” Rebecca said, her voice low and almost gravelly, and Ilise couldn’t help but notice just how big and hard the mother’s nipples were. “But I think it’s now time for me to teach both of you how to really please another girl!”
Ilise felt Candy’s arms tighten around her and distantly she was aware that she was clutching her lover just as tight – but that, and everything else seemed secondary, unimportant, utterly of no concern whatsoever. All that she was aware of was that toy in the older woman’s hands, the thick thing that she knew, just knew, was going to be pressed inside of her. “It’s huge!” she whispered in awe as her gaze raked up and down the toy. She felt a momentary flash of terror at the sheer size of it, but her fear lasted only for a heartbeat as she felt her soul sing. It’ll hurt, but I just HAVE to feel it in my cunt! she acknowledged as her heart pounded and her already-used pussy began to slick once more. I’m REALLY gonna lose my virginity now! Both me ‘n Candy, she added as she turned back to her tween lover and kissed her once more…
