As the limousine slowed to a stop, Chloe peered into the compact nestled in her palm and took a moment to make sure she was presentable. She knew that her dress and shoes were fit for public consumption – ever since the small army of designers and stylists and specialists had descended upon her house early that morning, it had been drilled into her head that the sleeveless dress that exposed her shoulders and neck and upper chest was EXPENSIVE and would wrinkle if she so much as LOOKED at it funny, and her shoes were even MORE EXPENSIVE and if she so much as got a tiny scuff on the soles then it would just KILL the designer, and OH-MY-GAWD girlfriend you look so AMAZING no sweetie don’t touch the bodice…
Bodice, she thought with a grump of annoyance as she tilted her head down to look at her forehead, then side to side to check near her ears, and then up to peer critically at her chin. I don’t HAVE anything to even NEED a bodice! Her skin looked amazing, clear and smooth and unlined and young, and a corner of her mouth curled up in satisfaction. “Gotta get me some of this stuff,” she whispered as she thought about the new line of product that Christopher had insisted she try. In theory it was the hottest hypoallergenic makeup on the market, and the company had chosen HER as their unofficial public face. She realized that the suits had done it less out of the goodness of their hearts, or because they loved her body of work, or even because she had let some corporate-vice-something-of-whatever fuck her up the ass while she used her well-honed acting skills to whimper and moan and call him daddy. No, their people and her people had made the arrangements, using the show as a test run to see if sales spiked. If they did, then she would become their official public face – but if not, she contented herself in the knowledge that she might have found something that would keep the army of pimples that occasionally threatened to march across her cheeks at bay.
The limo stopped, and Chloe tore her attention away from her complexion and refocused on her appearance. Hair, check… Face, check… Dress, check… Shoes, check… Small clutch purse… Small clutch purse… “Where the Hell did I put it?” she muttered, half-panicking as she whipped her head around and searched as she felt the vehicle bounce with people getting out of the front of the limo. There it was… She clutched it in her palm, felt her heart race just a little bit as she heard the latch of the door clack, and she plastered a beatific smile on her face as the door opened and the flashbulbs exploded…
“Chloe!” There were dozens, hundreds of voices, all screaming her name, all trying to get her attention and to face them and smile and preen and pose and give them THE SHOT OF THEIR LIFETIME as they snapped thousands, millions of pictures, just of little-old her. For her part the tiny pre-teen actress tried to keep the fear off her face as the energy and excitement of the red carpet rolled over her like a tidal wave, threatening to drown her in a sea of worshipful adoration. “Chloe!” “Chloe, over here!” “Chloe look here!” “Chloe!” She couldn’t see anything as the flashes blinded her, felt unsteady on her heels as the stilettos sank into the soft carpeting, smelled hot asphalt and warm humid Californian air and the stink of oh-so-many bodies…
And then there was a presence next to her. “This way, darlin’,” a deep, sonorous voice said as her co-star took her by the elbow, his voice pitched low but loud enough so that she could hear him over the din of the crowd. “Just walk straight, smile, and wave, ‘n nobody’ll know that you’re blind as a bat ‘n feel like pukin’ up yer guts.”
Chloe laughed lightly and turned with a smile. Jessup Reese was the grand master of Hollywood, active in so many movies and television shows over the decades that he had become a fixture. He had taken her under his wing on the first day of the shoot, guiding her on the ins-and-outs of the film industry, on how to think like an actor, on what to do to stave off the inevitable boredom that usually occurred when directors argued with cameramen as to blocking and apertures and focus and a trillion other little things that completely escaped her. It didn’t hurt that he was still drop-dead handsome in his sixties, and she had absolutely no problem when their mentor/mentee relationship had evolved into a stud/slut relationship during the down time between takes. He knew that she already had a lover, and she knew that he was busy fucking his way through the talent pool of young, impressionable bimbos who populated Los Angeles like a plague of locusts, and it was almost instinctive to both that what they were doing was merely fun instead of anything serious.
Still, his cock was pretty big. And his stuff felt so good when he spurted it into her womb.
“Thanks,” the ten-year-old whispered through her teeth, working to maintain the bright, wide smile while waving in the air to people she couldn’t actually see. “Is my dress staying up?” she asked.
Jessup laughed. “Yup. No wardrobe malfunctions tonight.” She felt him move beside her and knew that he was doing the smile-wave-to-the-crowd thing too, and then he was propelling her forward and she worked to make it appear that they were simply two professionals moving down the red carpet and not a blinded pre-teen being dragged forward by her sometime lover. “They love ya, kiddo,” he added softly.
Chloe preened a bit, but had learned the game well enough under his firm hand to respond properly. “No, they love YOU, Mister Reese,” she said in a softly melodic voice. “I’m just the little girl in the tiny towel that they freeze on screen while jacking off.”
He laughed again, a bit more real this time, and gave her a tiny peck on the cheek – an adorable movement that caused yet another flurry of shouts and flashbulbs. “Nicely done,” he remarked, and then they moved on.
The paparazzi weren’t allowed inside the theater, but Chloe still had to maintain her focus due to the second and far-greater threat to her reputation – the entertainment reporters. She spoke to one about how excited she was to be up for an Academy Award, to another about how she felt that all her efforts to perfect her craft were well worth the price of not having a normal childhood, how working with Jessup Reese and Victoria Dupree and Rictor Drake had been pure bliss! She very carefully left out the parts in which she already knew that she had won Best Supporting Actress and Best New Talent (the Academy had told Piotr yesterday – after all, why leave anything to chance?), that she hadn’t had a normal childhood since her first guest-starring role on San Mateo High, or that she had slept with Jessup over fifteen times and Victoria five, and both of them together once as an experiment that wasn’t exactly spectacular – and would have slept with Rictor as well, if only the man wasn’t so gay that she felt she should use him for wardrobe advice more than the set designer. And then she moved on to the BIG LEAGUES – Gillian Ribinosi and the Entertainment America interview kiosk. THERE she spent over five minutes talking to the gaunt woman (How can ANYONE like plowing THAT? she wondered to herself as she scanned the severe planes and sharp corners of the reporter), reciting her mantra of how happy she was, no she wouldn’t be disappointed if she lost, it’s an honor to be nominated, her shoes were Malono Blahniks and her dress a Vera Wang and she was going to take a few days off before diving right into pre-production for Pretty Little Paupers and why YES, of COURSE, Jing Hwong was an INCREDIBLE director and she was looking forward to stretching herself as an actress…
“Bleh,” she muttered as she slid into the green room with Jessup, letting her carefully-maintained smile drop from her face and slouching a bit. “I hate the red carpet.”
The veteran actor laughed as he too relaxed, scanning the room to see who else was taking advantage of the talent’s little oasis away from the hoi polloi as he patted her shoulder. “It’s the price of doing business, love,” he said with a grin that seemed totally out of place on his distinguished face as he slipped into his childhood Irish brogue. “You give the people what they want, and in return they give you fame and adoration.”
“Well, right now I’d settle for a soda and a sandwich,” the pretty blonde actress grumped as her stomach rumbled audibly. “I haven’t eaten anything all day!”
“Join the fucking club,” muttered Selene Apple – real name Shelly Apsisi, from the Bronx – as the twenty-something ingénue sipped from a flask of something Chloe was fairly sure wasn’t water.
“Yeah, can’t be looking fat on the red carpet!” added Miranda Coxwain, who still somehow managed to look like she was sixteen even though the little actress knew full well that she had passed thirty several years ago. The little girl also knew that the pair were together, representing the closeted Hollywood Power Dyke contingent at the show. Gotta remember to RSVP for their party, she reminded herself as she grabbed a bottle of something sparkling and non-alcoholic from the table.
“’N speaking of red carpets,” Jessup smirked as he spotted a young, fresh bit of teenage talent across the room. The girl sported a wondrous mane of long, luscious red hair, and Chloe didn’t have the heart to tell the actor that it was probably from a bottle and the carpet would definitely NOT match the drapes
She ached all over.
Chloe ran the towel over the mirror, wiping away some of the fog that had turned the bathroom into a mass of blurry blobs, and regarded her reflection with a critical eye. Outwardly the damage didn’t look too bad... She sported some tiny, faint bruises and scratches around her nipples (which felt as though they had been rubbed raw) and a few burning handprints on her backside – and some truly terrifying dark circles beneath her eyes – but other than those physical marks nobody would know what had happened. Of course, she thought bitterly as she dropped the towel on the counter and picked up her sleeping tee, that’s the way THEY work. No proof, nobody knows.
It was all still so… unreal. One minute she and Hanna had been in the Rape Room at the Laredo dorms, and the horrible THING had been on top of them as she felt hands clawing at her body, and then the next…
It’s impossible! the ten-year-old insisted to herself as she rolled up the tee and slipped her arms into the sleeves. How could we be across town one minute and in my bedroom the next? And who is that girl? How does she KNOW what she knows? She raised her arms above her head and let the garment flutter down over her ravaged form, hiding her shame from the world and giving her a modicum of modesty, and flipped her matted, damp rats-nest of her hair out of the collar so that the hung about her shoulders. “How can she do what she can do?” the little girl wondered.
In the safety of her bedroom both she and Hanna had knelt on the carpet, trying to get their bearings and understand what had happened. Well, she had tried to understand… the sixteen-year-old was deep in the effects of whatever drugs the college boys had pumped into her, barely coherent and dazed. Chloe had done the best she could to care for her – she had dashed into the bathroom heedless of her nude and sperm-soaked state to retrieve a wet washcloth, and then had wiped most of the ick off the teenager’s body. Hanna simply lay crumpled on the carpet, limp and weak and mumbling to herself in words that made no sense, and the little girl had to almost beg Hanna to help her move her to the bed. The sixteen-year-old passed out once on the mattress, and Chloe gave her a tiny kiss on the forehead as she pulled the sheet and blanket over the teen’s nude, bruised form.
She then turned her attention to herself. She felt slimy, sticky, felt as though she had been dipped in marshmallow and rolled around in the dirt, and the only thought in her mind was a shower. The hot water had sluiced over her battered form, rinsing off the worst of the spunk and giving her a tiny bit of relief, and as she ran the soap over her body she began to feel a bit better. But the tears started to flow from her eyes as she slid the bar across her bare tummy and down between her legs, feeling the sting from her flower as the soap stung her well-used cunny. Dozens, she sobbed silently as she dropped to her knees and felt the ooze shift in her belly, felt the dribble of the strangers’ sperm washing around inside her womb, and she had to get it out, get it out, GET IT OUT!!! She spread open her slit and clenched her stomach, screwing her eyes shut as she felt it dribble out of her and into the swirling water beneath her, and she sobbed in misery as she tried not to think about… about…
Ten minutes later she managed to stop her tears and continue cleaning up, scrubbing at her skin until it glowed a bright pink. She didn’t feel better at all – in fact, she felt numb, almost as if she couldn’t feel anything. Already the gangbang was starting to fade, the memories fragmenting in her mind to become little more than an agonizing emotional mess, and she simply moved like a robot as she shut off the water and grabbed a towel. “I can’t,” she sniffed as she dried off and stepped out of the tub, “I can’t do this.” It was all too much, too much to bear, and she just wanted it over. She wanted it to stop, to end, to never feel anything ever again…
She flicked off the light with her fingers and slipped out of the darkened bathroom, instinctively moving through the hall as she had thousands of times before, intent on heading into her room and shutting the door and crawling under the covers and clutching Hanna as she sobbed and tried not to think about what she had gone through – when a hand grabbed her shoulder and shoved her against the wall! Chloe gasped in surprise as she spun, terrified that IT had found her, the Dark Thing, and…
… gaped at Dylan.
_Where were you?_ he asked, his words a harsh hiss as he glared at her. Her twin brother rotated his elbow so that his entire forearm rested across her upper chest like a bar, holding her tightly against the wall as he stepped close. _I was looking for you, and you weren’t in bed,_ he continued. _What have you been up to?_
“N… nothing, Dylan, I swear!” She swallowed hard as a cold, fearful knot formed in her chest, and she fought the urge to be sick as her stomach roiled. Her eyes flashed around the hallway, looking for something, anything, that might help her – but there was no light shining beneath either Lisa’s or her mother’s door and she realized that she was alone. Don’t have him look in my room! a tiny part of her mind screamed as a vision of the unconscious Hanna flitted through her brain. Don’t let him have HER! “I was just in the bathroom, that’s all!”
_You’re lying._ Dylan took a step back, letting his fingers curl into hooks as he slipped them into the collar of her baggy tee. With a single yank at the fabric he ripped it down the front, opening a gaping tear running down to her belly button as she whimpered. _I LOOKED in there,_ he added as his eyes burned into her. _I looked EVERYWHERE, and you were gone!_
She wilted under his gaze, his furious, judgmental gaze, and tried not to tremble as she automatically pulled her torn garment shut with her hands in a vain attempt to conceal her body from him. He knows! part of her mind screamed, the terrified part that wanted to do nothing more than run away and hide and end her misery by ending her life – but the core of her being, the small little hard nugget deep in her soul that was determined to end her torments resisted, and she stood her ground. “I swear, I wasn’t doing anything!” she insisted once more, her voice containing just the tiniest of quavers. “I was just asleep in my room, ‘n then I was in the bathroom!”
_Right._ Dylan looked at her, and she was actually a bit proud that she managed to meet his eyes. _I checked, and you weren’t there._
_I was!_ the little girl replied, unconsciously lapsing into twinspeak in her desperation to convince him that she was telling the truth. _I don’t know how you missed me, but I was there!_
He glared at her, and Chloe actually did shrink a bit as she prepared for his verbal assault. Dylan opened his mouth… and then paused. Still angry, he leaned forward slightly and peered closer, peered directly into her soul, and opened his mouth again, and
The light from the small lamp beside his bed was dim and murky, casting shadows throughout his bedroom and doing little to drive away the darkness. Chloe felt a vague tickle in her nose from the dust that was floating in the air, a vague tickle that threatened to spike higher and higher and rip a truly titanic sneeze from her sinuses, and it was only with a truly titanic effort that she managed to tamp the urge down and focus on her work. She bobbed her head down, letting all four inches of Dylan’s cock slid across her tongue as she pursed her lips and suckled, tasting his musky maleness as the tip bumped up against the back of her throat, and she couldn’t stop herself from shuddering in pleasure.
_Fuck, you’ve been practicing, Cunt,_ her twin declared, his voice thick and husky as he smiled down at her. _You keep that up, I’m gonna feed it all to you!_
She quickly pulled her head up until only the tip of his spit-slicked prick was between her lips, and then pulled her mouth off completely, freeing his erection with a tiny wet pop! as she peered up at him. _Please, no,_ she whined, whimpered, begged her brother as she stroked his tight, hairless balls with her fingertips. _Please, I want it in my cunny!_
_Beg for it,_ he replied with a smirk as he toyed with one of her pigtails with his fingers, flicking the fluffy side-tail and causing a tiny tickle as her own hairs fluttered across her bare shoulder. _Beg for it like the slut you are._
“Please, Dylan,” she whimpered, desperate to fill the aching void between her legs and quench the fire burning deep in her belly. “Please, let me fuck you!” She almost moaned as she ran her tongue along the bottom of his cock, knowing that he loved the feeling when she did that and it might make him more open to her please. “Please, I want to feel you in my filthy hole…”
_You’re such a fucking whore,_ he laughed as he settled back with a smirk on his face. _Okay, I’ll let you,_ he added.
Chloe gave a squeak of pure joy and smiled widely as she crawled up her brother’s body, her eyes locked on his. She knew that she was fully exposed to his gaze, and gave a tiny shiver of pleasure as she imagined what he was hungrily staring at – her flat chest, her narrow waist, her flawless skin and cute button nose and wide smile, all framed by a pair of adorable pigtails dancing over her shoulders. She skootched herself up a bit further, sliding on her knees as she straddled his hips and biting her lip as she fought to stifle the moan of excitement threatening to bubble up as his four-inch cock bumped against her clit. “Thank you,” she whispered as she braced herself on his chest with one hand, grasped the base of his shaft with the other, and rubbed the tip up and down her tiny, moist slit.
_You’re welcome, slut!_ he responded with a smile as he reached a hand up lazily, lightly pinched one of her stiff nipples between thumb and forefinger, and gave a little twist.
The ten-year-old hissed as the delicious sting of discomfort shot from her nip like an electric bolt that rattled around her body before splitting and shooting straight into her brain and her pussy. She leaned forward slightly to give him better access to her chest as she sank down, her slit parting easily as she slid down onto Dylan’s cock. Her brother’s rod wasn’t that big – I’ve certainly taken a LOT bigger! she admitted to herself – but the sheer nastiness of not only being a slut but being a slut with her brother never failed to get her off. “Say it again!” she begged with a whimper as she felt him slide as far as he could inside of her. “Tell me what I am!”
_You’re just a fucking dumpster,_ Dylan hissed, his words rough with the lust she knew she was generating within him. _Just a slut who’s a whore!_
_Yes!_ Chloe began a fierce rocking motion, bouncing her flat backside up and down as she humped her brother, her breathing degenerating into ragged gasps of effort as she screwed her eyes shut and concentrated on the delicious feeling of cock in her once again.
She couldn’t remember when it had started… For most of their ten years together, she had regarded her brother Dylan as little more than an annoyance, a big butt-head who liked to punch her in the arm – hard – when their mother wasn’t looking, and she would punch back – much weaker – and then he would pound on her until she had big, dark bruises on her upper arms. Oh, they fought like cats and dogs! But then… One night, long after everyone had gone to bed, she just couldn’t sleep. Something was keeping her up, dark thoughts that she was sure flowed from deep within her, dirty thoughts, grown-up thoughts – thoughts about sex. She had tried touching herself, pressing her fingers into her dirty place so that hopefully she could have the strange wave wash through her once more and end the thoughts, but it hadn’t worked like it had before. And so she snuck out of her room and into Dylan’s, and she allowed her body to do what it wanted as she licked at his peen, and then she begged him to let her do more, and he did…
That first night was perfect! she mused as she rolled her hips in the way she knew he liked, letting his cock slide around inside her pussy. She leaned down and lay along her twin’s body, her lips seeking his as they kissed, their hot breath mingling in each others’ mouths as she rode her brother. And it got better from there! she added almost absently, her mind half dazed from the sensations boiling up from between her legs. She had found a group of strangers who had helped her explore her dirty thoughts, helped her become a woman, and the ten-year-old was so grateful that they had given her so many opportunities to do nasty stuff with boys! She met Jennifer, a perky redheaded girl three years older than she who had helped her become even sluttier, helped her to realize that it was her goal in life to have sex and make men happy… I’m so glad I made Erin realize it was her goal too! The rail-thin Wilderness Scout had pouted for a day or two after Chloe had seduced her, but she realized that it was for the best and had spent the rest of the car ride home gossiping in the back seat, getting tips on seduction from her best friend. After all, she thought as she bore down as hard as she could and ground her clit against Dylan’s pelvic bone, whimpering in agonized ecstasy as the fire of pure sexual heat burned deep in her belly, she’ll NEVER catch up to me in charms!
She pressed down with her palms, holding herself upright as she rolled her hips and felt him slide around inside of her. Every time his boy-cock slid against the rough front part of her pussy an electric jolt of pleasure shot up inside of her, and she bucked faster and faster, her movements growing harder and harder, until she was riding him like a bucking horse. Sticky sweat was rolling down her pre-teen body, dribbling from her neck down her flat chest and dripping onto his stomach as she threw her head back and gasped for air, wavering on the edge of consciousness as her entire universe shrunk down to only the delicious stiff rod she was impaled upon and his pinching fingers abusing her already sensitive little-girl nipples. She was close, so very fucking close… And then with a groan she could feel him tense beneath her, and the delicious heat in her belly became a wet heat as he came, and the spurts of Dylan’s jism, her own brother’s seed splurting up her pussy to splash against the top part of her innards, seeking the eggs in her womb was just so overwhelming, and everything faded away as her body responded as it naturally would and the tidal wave of her orgasm crashed over her and she came, her body trembling as she froze in place and let his incestuous spunk flood into her…
When she became aware of her surroundings once more, when she returned from that glorious place of pure orgasm and came back to the real world, she could have sworn that years had passed but it had probably only been a handful of seconds. The ten-year-old found herself laying atop her brother, their nude flesh sticking to each other as the sweat of their effort mingled to create a delicious hot-wetness that seemed to seep into her very pores. Her mouth gaped wide and she was gasping for air, desperate to fill her lungs with oxygen after the titanic shock of her climax, and her body shuddered with aftershocks. She was still straddling his hips, still had his boy-cock lodged inside her pre-teen pussy, and she almost moaned with pleasure as she realized how wet she felt inside, and how that wetness was most likely from her brother’s sperm filling her womb. _Thank you,_ she whispered as she turned her head and kissed Dylan’s hairless chest. _Thank you!_
_Thanks for what?_ he asked with a smirk as he ran his fingers up her sweat-slicked back, tearing another shudder of pleasure from her body. _You did all the work._
“Thank you for cumming in me,” she explained, lapsing into English to get her point across. She pressed her lips against his, flicking her tongue into his mouth as she ground herself against his erection. “Your stuff always feels so good in my cunny!”
“You like getting fucked, don’t you?” he asked as he bucked his hips a bit and she shuddered once more. “You’re just a little cum-slut!”
“Yeah!” It was so right, so natural to agree with his words, and she marveled at how natural it felt to admit her truth. _I’m just a fucking whore who need cock!_ she added.
_Do you need cock,_ he asked pointedly, _or do you just need cum?_
“I…” Chloe shut her mouth as she realized that she wasn’t sure, couldn’t be totally positive about which she like better. She folded her hands on his chest and rested her chin on top, her brow furrowed as she tried to decide. “I… like cock,” she finally admitted. Her mouth curled up in a tiny smile as she wriggled her flat backside a bit and felt him slide around inside of her. “I love your cock,” she elaborated. “But I think that I love cum even more!”
“Well then,” he said as he gave her ass a little slap, “keep being good and behaving, and I’ll make sure you get all of my cum, and my cock!”
_I will,_ she promised, stating the oath she intended to keep for the rest of her life. _I’ll be good, ‘cause I wanna keep fucking you!_
_Good._ He gave her one last kiss, and then slapped his sister on the ass once more. _Okay, get out, I wanna go to sleep now,_ he ordered.
“Okay.” Chloe gave him one last kiss of her own and then carefully rolled off his body and got to her feet. His cock made a wet sucking sound as she pulled her cunny off of it, and she could feel his spunk shifting in her body as she stood upright. “I…” she began, looking at her feet for a moment and working to screw up her courage. “Dylan, will you fuck me again tomorrow?” she asked, her voice a plaintive whisper as she begged. Please say yes, PLEASE say yes…
Dylan grumbled and waved his hand dismissively as he rolled over, his cock softening as he reached down and groped for the sheet. “Maybe, we’ll see. Now get out!”
“N’kay.” On bare feet she padded out of his bedroom and made her way down the dark hall, slipping into her bedroom and closing the door behind her through sheer instinctive habit. The room was dark but she navigated her way easily to her bed, feeling ever-so-nasty at how she slipped beneath her covers totally naked. I like being naked, she decided as she snuggled into her pillow. Silently, Dylan’s stuff shifted in her womb, and she shuddered once more at how wicked, how nasty she felt after they did it… and how she loved every second of it. “Please, God,” she begged the silent room, “please let him fuck me again tomorrow!”
She could feel herself drifting off, the sensation of Dylan’s seed making her pre-teen womb warm and wet. It’s perfect, she thought with a shiver as she rolled onto her side, pressing her thighs tightly together to ensure every drop of his spunk remained in her belly. He treats me so well! I love fucking him. Her sleepy mind flashed back to what they had just done, of the feeling of his shaft as she slid down onto him and the welcoming helplessness that she felt and the way her body opened itself fully to his sperm, and she smiled. But then her mind moved sideways and she was thinking of Jennifer, of the beautiful pregnant thirteen-year-old, and how happy the redhead looked as she beamed while she stroked her swollen belly. I wanna be like her, Chloe thought as she slipped a finger into the cleft between her thighs and stroked her still-sensitive button, tearing another shiver from her body. I wanna have a baby too!
As she drifted off into oblivion, the last thoughts in her conscious mind was of herself, her blonde pigtails draped over her shoulders and a smile of pure contentment on her face as she imagined herself staring at her reflection in the mirror – staring at her grossly-swollen belly carrying someone’s, anyone’s child. I’m already gonna go for a hundred cocks, she mused, shivering again at the thought of all the wonderful, amazing sex she was going to have. So it shouldn’t be too hard to get knocked up. She poked her clit, her tiny, stiff button and thrilled at the wave of pleasure that roiled through her semi-conscious body.
I’m gonna do it…
All night she dreamed of herself, parading around naked and pregnant, her swollen belly the envy of every girl in class. She dreamed of Jennifer, nude and just as pregnant, kissing her deeply as the each stroked the stiff, sensitive clit of the other. She dreamed of cocks, thousands of cocks, millions of cocks, white and black and in between, each hard and each spraying that delicious spunk, and she dashed from cock to cock trying to lap up all the stuff, but it was way too much, and it coated her body head to toe. She dreamed that she was at school, and she was on a desk with her legs spread, and every boy, every teacher, everything with a cock in town fucked her until she was positive that she was pregnant. And she was happy.
When she awoke the next morning, she was still happy. It was almost natural when she put her plan into motion.
_Harder, Dylan!_ Chloe wrapped her legs around her brother’s hips and locked her ankles in the small of his back while clutching him to her nude body, her forearms slipping slightly from the slick sweat pouring from their flesh. _Cum in me, cum in my pussy!_ she begged as she rolled her hips up just a bit more to provide him even easier access to her white-hot cunt.
It had been so easy… She awoke after only a few hours of sleep, excited and eager to be just like Jennifer. She didn’t exactly remember her dreams, only that she was warm and happy and oh-so-pregnant and everyone was so proud at what she had accomplished. The ten-year-old slipped from her bed and caught sight of her reflection in the mirror, and she looked past the tangled and matted mess that was her hair, the gummy gunk in the corners of her eyes, the tiny line of dried drool on her chin to stare at her necklace, and she frowned. Only three, she noted as she gently stroked the butterfly charms shining high up on her flat chest. I need a LOT more if I wanna baby! She slipped from her room and padded naked through the silent house feeling oh-so-naughty! Mommy would be so mad if she saw me, she thought as she quietly slipped into Dylan’s room and shut the door behind her. But I don’t care! I’m a big girl, and I wanna do this! Her brother was still asleep and she didn’t hesitate as she gently pulled the sheet down and lowered her face to his lap. He was still soft but she used her tongue, tasting the dried remnants of her own pussy juices from the night before on his stiffening tool as she sucked him awake. As he became fully erect and the tip of his cock bumped against the back of her throat he awoke with a snort, peering down at her with sleepy eyes. _What the fuck do you want?_ he asked, his voice a thick and gravelly.
She pulled her mouth off his cock with a Pop! and peered up at him, her eyes wide and bright. _I want you to fuck me,_ she said softly, hearing a bit of a whine in her voice as she pleaded. _I want to feel you in my cunt!_
Dylan grunted, shifted on the mattress, and waved towards his jutting shaft. _Well, go for it,_ he said simply. Chloe didn’t hesitate, and with a little giggle of pleasure she scrambled up on the bed with her brother/lover. Her dreams and the taste of his cock had made her wet, so unbelievably wet, that when she threw her leg across his body she actually sent a couple of little patters of girl-oil dripping onto his hip. It was easy to hold him upright as she rubbed her slit across the tip of his rod, and then she sank down on him with a moan that was more animal than human, rolling her hips forward and back as she bounced on his member, feeling all four inches buried inside of her as she desperately worked to get him off.
_Fuck, you’re such a fucking whore,_ he sneered with a smile as she planted her palms on his chest and thrust down on him.
_Yeah! I’m a whore!_ The ten-year-old knew it was true, so why deny it? _I’m a whore, I’m YOUR whore!_
He reached up a lazy hand and ran his fingertip across her nipples, her oh-so-sensitive nipples, and she shuddered as she felt herself rising up the crest of her orgasm. _Say it!_ he ordered as he moved his hand higher and, with a quick flash, slapped her lightly across the face.
_Yes! I’m a whore!_ The sensations blazing from between her legs, the cool air washing across her nude and sweat-slicked body, the feeling of joy as he slapped her, all of these and more settled in the pit of her tummy and grew, feeding off one another as she worked his cock. _I’m a whore, I’m a whore, I’m a whore!_
_And what else?_
_I’m a slut, ‘cause I love to fuck!_ Of COURSE I am, why deny it! she thought as she felt the twitch of a pre-orgasm spasm in her tummy. _I’m a bitch, ‘cause I made you wait!_ The spasm was harder this time, and she could feel herself on the edge. _I’m a skank, ‘cause I’ll do anyone!_ So close, she was so fucking close…
_Fuck, I’m gonna pop…_ Dylan’s face was flushed and his breathing was raspy, and with a growl he grabbed her shoulders and rolled her over. Chloe only squeaked in surprise and spread her legs as wide as she could, and she could do nothing but enjoy the feeling as he pounded into her, every thrust full, deep, rough, almost violent. _My sister the slut!_ he gasped.
_I’m a slut! I’m a slut! I’m a s… a sl… a…_ The little girl was looking at his face, looking up lovingly at her twin brother’s face as he fucked her, and saw the tension surge into his face as he pushed his cock even deeper. He’s coming! her soul sang as she almost folded herself double, letting his shaft slide all the way into her pre-teen slit to the base to ensure all of him was inside of her, and then she felt the first blast of his spunk splatter against her cervix and it was his seed, Dylan was painting the walls of her cunt with his seed, and the sheer joy that he was cumming inside of her sent her over the edge. Chloe tensed, hunching her shoulders as she trembled, her eyes half-rolling into the back of her head and her mouth dangling open as a tiny, high-pitched keening issued from deep in her chest, and she felt her iris open to allow his seed deep into her unprotected, fertile womb, and she wanted, she ached for the act to be complete and for his sperm to find her egg and grow a new life inside her belly, a baby she could love and call her own and display her swollen belly to everyone’s appreciative gaze…
The ten-year-old clutched her brother to her chest, holding his spurting cock inside her pussy for what felt like hours as she came down off her sexual high. Yessssss… she hissed to herself, gasping for air and tried to keep conscious as the aftershocks of her orgasm sloshed her brother’s incestuous seed in her womb. Please let my baby be his!!!
“That’s it, you little slut,” Mr. Peterson muttered, his voice low and hoarse as he leaned against his desk, “suck me off!”
The ten-year-old knelt before him, her knees aching a bit as they pressed against the hard, cold tile floor beneath her, but considering how hot she was a little discomfort was a small price to pay. After balling Dylan that morning she had to scramble to get ready for school, racing through her shower and then dashing into her bedroom to get dressed. It went quickly at first – one incredibly short plaid skirt that barely hung down below her mound, one pair of platform heels that gave her another two inches in height, from the waist down she was perfect. She spent a few minutes twisting her hair into a perfect pair of pigtails, made sure that the three charms on her chest were sitting perfectly… and then ground to a halt. What to wear, she wondered as she stared at the contents of her dresser drawer. Oh, it was definitely going to be a spaghetti-strap tee shirt that would fit her body like a second skin and expose her shoulders and arms completely, as well as framing her necklace nicely. But as for the design over her flat chest…
Let’s see, she mused as she pulled a small stack of tees out of the drawer and laid them out on the bed. I don’t think I want to wear black, she decided as she pulled three out of the stack and set them aside, and I DEFINITELY want to advertise. Two more didn’t make the cut, and she was left staring at the remaining three. She just couldn’t decide… and before she knew it the bus was coming down the road and she had to scramble. She grabbed one on a whim (an adorable pink thing that spelled out C-U-N-T in rainbow, cartoonish letters that glittered in the light), slipped it over her body, grabbed her backpack and dashed out the door.
For the first time in a long time she enjoyed the bouncing, jouncing journey to school – she knew that all the boys were staring at her, and could tell that the girls were jealous of her by the way they were whispering. She even got a bit naughty and flashed a bunch of third graders as they moved past her seat by pulling up her skirt and exposing her bare, hairless pussy – although she was disappointed that nobody decided to take advantage of her obvious availability. They all SO wanna fuck me, she preened silently with a wide grin as she sat back in her seat with her legs splayed wide.
Class was boring, so totally boring, and she found herself tuning out as she looked around the room. All the students were bland and boring, pointless, almost seemingly pale imitations of human beings. They all look the same, she frowned as she slouched in her seat, letting her bare legs sprawl out before her. This is so boring!!! She fiddled with her pencil, scrawling a spiral on the lined notebook page in front of her… and then sat up with a start as a memory floated through her mind. Of Jennifer, smiling and laughing in the back seat as she explained how THEY worked and the benefits of being one of their sluts, of the absolute freedom… She looked around one last time, took a deep breath to steel her nerves – and stood up.
Nothing.
Her teacher kept droning up at the board, the chalk making a screech-tick! sound as it moved across the surface, but she didn’t say anything. Her classmates didn’t say anything. Nobody looked up at her, nobody said a word, nobody acknowledged that she wasn’t still in her seat. “I’m free!” she whispered to herself and, abandoning any attempt at stealth, she simply walked out the door – flipping up the back of her skirt to flash the zombie-like class of students her bare backside as she giggled.
The halls were empty of life as she made her way directly down the stairs and straight to the gym teacher’s office. Mr. Peterson was leaning up against the desk, watching a pair of assistants put a group of second graders through their paces, and he simply glanced at her as she walked in the door. For her part Chloe didn’t say a word… she merely tucked the hem of her skirt into her waist to keep it out of the way, pulled up her tee to expose her tiny, stiff nipples, and dropped to her knees before the man. Heedless of the fact that anyone walking past the thick glass window could see in, see what she was doing, she tugged down the teacher’s short to expose his long, thick cock and ran her tongue up its length.
“Huh,” Mr. Peterson muttered as he glanced down at the ten-year-old, his attitude almost as if he finally noticed her presence for the first time. “You’re just a total slut today, aren’t you?”
“Uh uh!” Her initial denial was muffled by the cockhead between her lips, but she made her annoyance well known with a tiny scowl and a slight shake of her head. The little girl pulled her lips off of his prick with a tiny wet pop and glared up at him as she wrapped her fingers around his girth. “Nope, I’m a cunt today!” she insisted.
Mr. Peterson chuckled in amusement. “Well, all right then,” he said with a smirk as he stared down at her. “Get back to work, cunt!”
“Can…” Chloe took a deep breath and stared up at him, the look in her eyes shifting from defiance to begging as she pumped his hardening rod. “Can you put your thing in my cunny?” she asked in a plaintive voice. “Please?”
“Uhm… not today,” he replied. “But maybe tomorrow. Today I want you to use your mouth, maybe that will teach you not to get lippy.”
Chloe managed to stifle most of her whimper of disappointment and returned her mouth to the head of the gym teacher’s cock. Holding the base of the foot-long slab of meat firmly in her palm, she ran her tongue around the head once, twice, three times before opening her jaw as far as possible and forcing her stretched lips around the bulb. She gave a little shudder as she tasted the tiny drops of pre-cum on her tongue, smelled his musky manliness in her nostrils as she pumped her fist furiously. At the same time she allowed her other hand to flutter down beneath her skirt, slipping the tips of her fingers between her thighs and instinctively finding her oh-so-ready pussy. She slipped her pads between the tight lips and slicked them with her own girl-oils, and then moaned as she stroked her hard, sensitive button. Little lightning bolts of pleasure shot into her belly, making her even hotter as she serviced the man.
“Fuck,” Mr. Peterson growled as he stroked the side of her head, “you suck like a pro!” The ten-year-old could barely hear him, his words barely registering in her brain as her entire mind was consumed with her twin tasks, obsessed with pleasuring the grown-up while getting herself off. Both of her hands were working furiously, pumping and stroking, stroking and pumping, while her tongue set up a matching rhythm around the cockhead wedged in her mouth. She twitched as a tiny pre-orgasms tore through her womb, and then another, and then she knew that she was close as the bolts shot deeper and deeper into her belly, priming her, preparing her for the glories to come…
And then the gym teacher pushed her forehead roughly, forcing her back and off his cock. “Look up,” he ordered roughly as he took over pumping duties, and Chloe did as she was told, raising her face to the man towering above him while opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue. She took the opportunity to drop her other hand down between her legs, slipping two fingers into her oh-so-hot cunny up to the first knuckles as she rolled her clit, coming closer, closer, closer still, almost there…
It all happened in a heartbeat. Mr. Peterson growled and took a half-step forward, his hand flashing out to grasp the side of her head and keep her in place as he pumped his cock and took aim. The first blast of his spunk sprayed across her nose and between her eyes, a warm, sticky jet that shot up her forehead and into her hair, and the tiny blonde whimpered in pleasure. The second blast followed the first, and then came a third over her closed left eye, and then a fourth directly onto her tongue, and the taste of him, the knowledge that he was painting her face with his seed sent her over the edge as well. She felt the entire universe shrink to nothing around her, nothing except the spasms in her tummy and the clenching of her fuck-hole as her cervix irised open and sought out the semen that was currently being dumped on her face, and she came around her own fingers as hot, sticky little-girl oils dribbled down her digits to patter onto the floor like a gentle rain. This is what I deserve, a tiny part of her soul sang, the only coherent thought able to run through her mind as she felt his issue oozing down her cheeks and jaw and spattering onto her tee, her fuck-hole undulating. This is what I was made to do!
Chloe wished that she could move her hands around front of her body so that she could lean forward and really drive herself down on the thick grown-up cock wedged in her stretched, straining little cunny. But then again another part of her was glad that her wrists were tightly bound in the small of her back and that she was being held upright – the top of the shaft was scraping against the rough part in the front of her pussy, and each thrust of him inside of her tore a mini pre-orgasm from her already primed pussy. “Yeah!” she whined in half-agony, half-ecstasy as she felt a pair of fingers fumble with one tiny stiff nipple and pinch gently, sending shooting bolts of even more pain/pleasure coursing through her overheated body. “I’m a slut, make me take it! Make me take it all!!!”
The ten-year-old had walked through the rest of the school day with Mr. Peterson’s stuff smeared over her face and drying in her hair, almost proud that she was able to display what she had been doing to anyone who cared to look. The girls would stop, stare at her disheveled sex-makeup, and then whisper jealously to each other, practically sick with envy that she was considered good enough to pleasure a man while they were so unworthy that they were forced to only dream of it. The boys all leered – well, boys and men that is, as there were more than a few teachers who leered as well – knowing full well that she was a slut, she was a whore, and that she would do anything and anyone just to get more of that wonderful boy-seed inside her body. In the restroom just before the end of lunch she had made sure that she was presentable, working the waist of her miniskirt a bit lower on her hips and readjusting her spunk-spattered crop-tee to show off the wide strip of flat belly between the two, and then made sure that the gym teachers sperm was soaking into her pretty little face nicely. There was almost as much of the stuff in her hair as on her face – two massive lines running from her hairline almost to the top of her head, and about a dozen drops slicking up her blonde locks stood as proof of what she had done. Those she left alone (other than to make sure her pigtails were arranged in a way to frame her face) as evidence advertising her availability.
The afternoon passed in a blur, and even though she hoped beyond hope that someone, anyone, would drag her out of class and force her to spread her legs for them, none of her classmates or the Hancock teachers seemed to want to take her up on her offer. Disappointed, she had packed up her things as soon as the bell rang and wandered out of the building – only to find Mr. and Mrs. Marsh waiting for her. He was behind the wheel of an expensive luxury car while his wife stood by the open door, but both of them leered at her with undisguised lust. Chloe didn’t say a word, but she felt a shiver of pleasure as a smile crossed her face and she practically dove into the back seat. While Mr. Marsh drove, Mrs. Marsh sat beside her and got her ready for her service, tightly tying the ten-year-old’s wrists behind her back before yanking her pigtails back and kissing her deeply. The little girl felt herself getting wet, almost as wet as she got when she dreamed of fucking Dylan, and the woman’s roaming hands over her chest and between her legs, her fingers pinching and twisting Chloe’s stiff little nipples and jabbing at her rock-hard clit sent her even higher.
She wasn’t sure where they ended up, and in truth she didn’t care all that much. It was a park, one in which she had never been before, and after parking the two adults had literally dragged her through the small crowd of soccer moms and other children into a secluded area. The little girl was worried that one of the other adults would say something and stop the fun, but to her relief the other mothers merely stared as she was led by her two masters across the grass. The copse was relatively concealed although the foliage wasn’t all that dense, and the ten-year-old felt a shiver of wickedness when she realized that anyone passing by would be able to see what was happening if they merely turned their heads. She did frown a bit at the moist, loose dirt and the damp leaves covering the clearing, and turned to Mrs. Marsh. “Do we haveta do it here?” she whined. “I don’t want my clothes to get dirty!”
The woman frowned and gave her a tiny slap across the face. “What the hell are you complaining about?” she sneered. “You’ve got enough jizz on your clothes to knock up an elephant!”
“Oh, that doesn’t count!” Chloe replied.
“Let’s get this done,” Mr. Marsh growled. The little girl turned her attention to him, noting that he had quickly gotten undressed and was standing before her, tall and a bit pudgy and totally naked, his rock-hard cock jutting out at her like an accusing finger. “The sooner we knock this slut up, the sooner you get your granddaughter,” he added to his wife.
The little girl opened her mouth to tell him that there was no rush, that she wanted to get knocked up, but Mrs. Marsh didn’t give her a chance. Yanking her back by her pigtails, the woman pulled her down onto the ground where she sprawled in an ungainly heap. She yowled a bit in discomfort but the two ignored her, and Mrs. Marsh held her by the shoulders as Mr. Marsh pried her thighs open and crawled between. “Wait, I UNGHAAAA!” Chloe’s words were cut off as the man grasped the base of his cock and speared into her with a single thrust, his girth tearing open her pre-teen pussy with heedless abandon as he filled her up completely in a heartbeat. “Ah! Ah! No! No! No!” she chanted, her whining wails in perfect time to his thrusts as he pumped in and out of her, the tip of his cock punching her cervix every time he buried himself up to his balls inside of her. Still, as rough as it was, as dismissive of her as they were, she found herself getting more and more excited, happy to be used as little more than a fuck-toy. When he came inside of her she came as well, tensing and moaning and oh-so happy that another hot, thick load of boy-stuff was being deposited inside of her.
Afterward, Mrs. Marsh ‘forced’ her to eat her grown-up pussy, and Chloe quickly learned to act as if she hated every second of it to make her happy. After she came it was Mr. Marsh’s turn once more. All told, it took about an hour, but as the two adults walked away from the well-fucked pre-teen she was happy and content, her soul practically singing at how much she had been used – and how her chances of getting pregnant like Jennifer had increased.
She wished the screen was a little bit larger, but if she pulled the pad closer to her face she could see a little better. On it she watched as the camera zoomed in on Erin’s face – her lips pulled back making her seem mostly teeth and gums, her eyes screwed shut with tiny little tears gleaming in the corners, her brow furrowed with a combination of effort and discomfort – as the ten-year-old hissed in pain. The shot panned back a bit, letting Chloe see the effort that the little girl was making, and then panned back further to reveal even more. Erin was mostly nude – her blouse and training bra were gone as were her pants and panties, leaving most of her rail-thin body exposed – except for a pair of rainbow thigh-high stockings and her gold necklace holding a single butterfly charm. Her gaunt body slicked and shiny with sweat as she worked herself down on the truly titanic cock tearing open her pre-teen pussy, the shaft buried so deep inside of her that Chloe could see the bulge of the thick cockhead pressing out of the girl’s normally concave belly. When Erin had invited her over to her house with the lure of ‘big news,’ Chloe didn’t have any idea just how literal her friend was being! “Holy shit,” the blonde girl muttered, “that thing is fucking huge!”
“Yeah,” Erin replied in an amused tone. The girl had to raise her voice to be heard from her bathroom, but Chloe could hear her words just fine. “I checked afterwards, ‘n it’s almost as long as my arm, and as big ‘round as my wrist.”
“Oh, fuck!” screen-Erin whimpered, her voice tense and hard with pain. She gave a great, gasping, shuddering whimper of agony as the large black forearm across her collarbone tensed and forced her back down. “You’re killing me, mister! Ah! Ah!!!” She struggled in his grip but all that did was lodge the cock deeper inside of her, and bright tears flowed freely down her cheeks as she sobbed in pain. “Please, please stop!”
“So, do you think that monster was worth it?” Chloe asked. “And how much of that was acting?”
There was a clack as the bathroom light was snuffed out, and Erin padded into the bedroom. Chloe glanced up from her spot on the bed – the skinny blonde girl was running a brush one last time through her long, curly hair, working out the last of the kinks after her shower, and other than a pair of skin-tight cotton panties with a tiny black bow just below her navel she was nude. All sticks and bones, the little girl thought as she fought to hide her jealousy. Why can’t I be skinny like her? She had showed off her body in the same way after grabbing a quick shower – I fucking reek! she had decided after thinking about the three sex sessions she had accomplished that Friday, and an experimental sniff at her spunk-spattered crop-top had proved her correct – and had flopped down on her friend’s bed in her tiny, skin-tight pink panties as the skinny girl followed Chloe’s lead and rinsed herself off.
Erin finished with her hair and dropped the brush on her messy dresser, and the light caught her charm necklace… with the twinned butterfly charms. “I’m sorry, didn’t catch that,” the platinum blonde said as she flopped down on the bed next to Chloe, wriggling so that she was laying on her tummy and could see the screen as well. “What did you say?”
“I asked if it was worth it.”
Erin gave a little snort. “Well, duh! Of course it was! I mean, it is,” she elaborated as she flicked one charm with a fingernail. “I got this, after all. I’m catching up to you,” she added as she grinned and nudged Chloe’s shoulder.
The ten-year-old gave a laugh of her own as she nudged Erin right back. “We’ll see. After all, those things are just a way of keeping score. We both know what the true finish line actually is.”
“Yeah. Oh, wait! Here’s the best part!”
The pair fell silent as they stared at the pad. Screen-Erin was sobbing openly now, and hung almost limp in the man’s hands as he gripped her upper arms firmly, his black fingers digging into the ten-year-old’s pale white flesh, and slid her up and down on his cock like a sex toy. “Don’t!” she sobbed. “Stop! It’s too… much! I’m not on the pill!! Ah! Ah!!!” And then with a growl the man forced her all the way down onto him, and the little girl threw her head back as her eyes rolled into the back of her skull, her mouth gaping as a tiny, barely-audible keen of agony issued forth, and they both came at the same time, the little girl teetering on the edge of consciousness while the older man pumped his seed into her pre-teen womb. “Oh God,” screen-Erin whimpered as he held her in place, “oh God! No, no, no, no, no…”
“And the award for worst actress goes to,” Chloe said with a snicker, “Erin Goldberg!”
Erin giggled and gave her friend a little swat. “Fuck you!” she laughed. “So I had to play the little victim, so fucking what? He loved it!”
“I’m sure all your fans’ll love it, too,” Chloe replied. “Who did the camera work?”
Erin gave a little shrug. “Who ever does? I dunno. It just gets done.” She clicked on the pad and the screen froze, and she minimized the video and returned to her personal CherryPickers page. “Have you ever seen the camera fairies?”
“Nope.” Chloe spent a few seconds scanning Erin’s page, feeling a little bit of pride at how far her friend had come in such a short time. The profile picture was a full-body shot of the girl, her thin wrists bound to her bony ankles to force her into a spread position that exposed every inch of her pre-teen body, while a metal contraption was wedged between her teeth to hold her mouth open. Bi-Sexual Rape-Bait! screamed the banner over her tear-streaked face, and her personal notes detailed how Erin loved to be tied up and forced to have sex, and internal cumshots were not only welcomed, but strongly encouraged! “I don’t know how they do it,” she added as she clicked on Erin’s stats and noted the icons – one cock representing the single sex act with a guy that she had completed, one pussy representing Chloe herself, and one full womb representing the bus driver that she had fucked.
“Let’s see if they’ve updated your stats yet,” Erin quickly said, and ignoring Chloe’s semi-embarrassed protests she pulled up the ten-year-old’s page. Her banner simply read BREED ME!!!, her profile picture was of her beaming face half-coated with jism as two large cocks, one white and one black, framed her flushed face, and her personal profile let everyone know just how it was her personal goal to have as much sex as possible in order to get pregnant before her eleventh birthday. Erin clicked on the stats button, and the tiny blonde felt just a hint of pride at how far she’d come in the few weeks since she’d finally started spreading her legs – seven cocks, three pussies, and seven full wombs – and as the numbers sank into her mind her face fell as she felt a surge of annoyance. “Well…” Erin said sympathetically, “they updated the stats, at least.”
“It’s SO not fucking fair!” Chloe rolled over onto her back and laced her fingers behind her head, letting the cool air of the room waft across her body and stiffen her tiny nipples. “I’ve fucked SO many more than just seven guys!”
“How many?”
“Uhm… I dunno. I’ve kinda lost count.” She tried working through the numbers in her head, tried to keep track of the blur of men and boys that had taken advantage of her pre-teen body, and then gave up. “Easily more than fifteen… Maybe as many as twenty. I can’t remember how many I fucked at your birthday, ‘n I was like totally wasted at that college thing…”
“That’s not bad!” Erin replied. “That’s, what… almost a quarter of the way to your hundred?”
“No, it’s shit! Well, not the number of guys,” she added as she rolled back over, pressing her hip against Erin’s. “But look!” Chloe pointed at the screen, drawing her friend’s attention to the count once more. “My goal is to have one hundred guys pop off in me in one hundred days,” she explained in an acidic tone, “and THIS makes me look like I haven’t been doing anything! And what’s worse, we can’t count our butterflies even though we fuck ‘em every day… So how the fuck am I supposed to reach my goal if they don’t count each guy in a gangbang individually?”
“Hmm…” Erin clicked on a recent video, and the pair watched for a few minutes as Chloe was the center of attention. The ten-year-old shivered slightly in pleasure as she watched her performance in the dorm laundry room at Laredo. Hands held her shoulders onto the table, pinning her forcefully as a long, thick, grown-up cock was forced into her mouth so hard that it made a tiny bulge in her throat, while another guy sawed in and out of her pussy. Both tensed as they finished and both were replaced, and then again, and again, and she remembered how wonderful it felt to have all that boy-seed in her and on her, splattering against her bare flesh and sliding down her throat and up her ass and into her womb…
“Y’see?!?” Chloe insisted. “Just in that short of time, there were, like, five guys who fucked me in my cunt! THAT should count as five, not one!”
“Clo, it’s not that big of a deal!” Erin insisted. “We don’t count our regulars, only new cocks anyway, and it’s not like you’d ever turn down a free fuck…”
“It’s the principal of the thing,” the little girl grumped. “I’m working towards something, so I want everything counted.”
“Okay, yeah, maybe it’s not fair. But remember,” Erin pointed out as she tapped the screen and navigated to a third profile, “you actually have a couple of goals beyond simply slutting it up, right?”
Chloe turned her attention back to the screen and felt her heart leap with joy – it was Jennifer! The thirteen-year-old redhead was beaming into the camera in her profile picture, her pixie haircut looking cute and sassy and her green eyes twinkling with happiness as she held her hands over her grossly-swollen belly. Preggo-Slut Seeking More! screamed her banner, and her notes said that she had already gotten into trouble so why not get into even more? “She’s so pretty,” the little girl whispered.
“You’d be that pretty too if you were knocked up,” Erin snickered.
“So would you!” Chloe shot back with a giggle. “Check her stats!” Erin did so, and the pair stared in astonishment at the numbers. “Holy shit,” Chloe whispered.
“Fuck,” Erin added quietly in agreement. “One hundred sixty-three cocks? One hundred forty-eight full wombs?!?”
“Remember, those are those fake-ass stats,” Chloe pointed out. “Her real number’s probably around three hundred wombs, ‘n five hundred cocks.”
“No wonder she got knocked up!”
“Right! And how am I supposed to keep track of my progress if all I have to deal with are these crap numbers?”
“Wow,” Erin said sympathetically as she gently rubbed Chloe’s bare back, “this really has you pissed off.”
“It’s the principle of the thing,” the ten-year-old repeated.
“Well, why don’t you just ask them?” Chloe looked at Erin and saw the serious look in her eyes. “I mean, they’re the ones who set us up for this thing, right? ‘N if they’re nice enough to help us get fucked, then they’re probably pretty reasonable, right?”
“Well… I guess I could.” Chloe wormed over to the edge of the mattress and reached down, groping for her purse next to the filthy, crumpled miniskirt and crop-tee she had worn all day. Rummaging through the pink plastic bag, she pulled out the small black plastic rectangle and then wormed her way back over to Erin. “Hey, I need to talk to you,” she said to the dark phone in her hand. She waited for a few seconds while Erin started checking out random Jennifer videos, and then tore her attention back to the phone when it buzzed in her hand and the screen lit up.
What can we do for you?
“I wanna talk about my stats.”
What about them?
“It’s so not fucking fair,” Chloe replied, and she forced herself to calm down a bit when she heard the spoiled-little-girl whine in her voice. “CherryPickers only has me down at seven cocks, and I know that I’ve done a lot more than that!”
Remember, each charm is someone that you have to fuck daily…
“That’s not what I’m talking about,” she interrupted in an impatient tone.
“Yeah, we don’t care about that!” Erin added over her shoulder. “We know they only count the first time.”
“I think that my profile should have accurate numbers – like, the real numbers of cocks I’ve fucked, and the real number of times different guys have popped off in my cunny!” She waited as the phone was silent, and then started as it suddenly sprang to life.
But if we give those numbers, then everyone will know just what a slut you are.
“That’s the point,” she replied. She glanced at Erin and rolled her eyes, and the skinny blonde girl stifled a giggle as she returned to the pad and the video of a whimpering Jennifer taking a hard cock in her ass while the guy squeezed her puffy teenage breasts so hard that she actually squirted a bit of milk. “I want everyone to know what a slut I am, ‘n how can I do that if you treat every gangbang as one?”
“It’s only fair,” Erin interjected.
“Fuck, half the time I end up in a gangbang,” Chloe continued. She flipped her pigtails over her shoulder and scowled at the phone. “You know that! But I wanna fuck a hundred cocks in just a couple of months, ‘n if you keep the stats like they are then people will think I’m cheating!”
You don’t mind if people know just how big a whore you are?
“No, I don’t.” She leaned over, place her mouth right next to Erin’s ear, and pitched her voice down to a barely audible whisper. “God, how fucking stupid can they be?” she asked. Ignoring her friend’s giggles she leaned away and peered at the phone. “I know I’m a whore, and a slut, and deserve to get my brains fucked out, ‘cause I’m just a stupid cunt. I’m pissed because the website makes me look like a fucking nun!”
What was that again?
“Fuck,” Chloe grumbled. So fucking annoying… “I’m a fucking cunt who likes to fuck,” she recited, unable to keep the exasperation out of her voice as she rolled her eyes. “‘N I’m an easy slut. I want people to know that! And I want the number of wombs to tell the number of guys who’ve popped off in me!”
“Me too!” Erin agreed. “Holy shit, she’s takin’ two cocks in her!” she whispered in astonishment as her attention was dragged back to the action on the screen, where the camera was swooping around the grossly-pregnant thirteen-year-old as she serviced four guys at once. Chloe glanced at the screen and noted the tears rolling down Jennifer’s face as a faceless guy slapped her and shoved his ready cock in her mouth while she bore her pussy down on a second cock and a third slid into her stretched, straining asshole. I could SO do that – I HAVE done that, she thought as she waited for THEIR reply.
One more time?
Chloe sighed. “I’m a stupid fucking cunt who likes cock,” she replied in an almost bored tone. So easy to make ‘em happy… “I have no purpose but to take any cock that wants to fuck me. But I, I want people to know just how big a slut I am!”
“They’ll know once she gets knocked up,” Erin pointed out. “But that’s gonna take a while.”
“Yeah. Even if I get knocked up today, it’s still gonna take a few months before I start to show. I want people to know now!” She hated the whine in her voice, but she was getting so annoyed that she couldn’t help but let it creep in. The phone stayed dark, and she could feel the tension building. Finally, THEY replied.
We’ll think about it.
“Christ,” Chloe exclaimed, her words filled with disgust as she dropped the phone over the side of the bed and onto her pile of clothes. “They have to play their fucking games.”
“Well, it makes them happy,” Erin replied. “They get off on it, ‘n I think it’s a small price to pay for them helping set us up with everything.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” the ten-year-old pouted. “It’s still annoying.”
“I know.” Erin paused, and then turned off the screen of the pad with her thumb. With an easy motion she rolled onto her side, flipped the tangled mess of her hair over her shoulder and propped her head up on her palm, and peered at her friend. “Did I thank you yet?” she asked, her eyes twinkling with a tiny bit of humor. “For popping my cherry I mean, ‘n hooking me up with them.”
“Yes, you did,” Chloe replied as she rolled onto her side as well, mirroring Erin’s pose. “Like, a billion times already.”
“Well, I mean it.” Erin let her fingers graze Chloe’s arm, running her pads up the little girl’s bicep to her shoulder and then down her collarbone. “I’m really happy that you made me a woman.”
“It was nothing,” Chloe replied. She took Erin’s hand in her own and brought it to her lips, kissing the back of her friend’s knuckles with a tiny little buss. “You would have gotten there eventually.”
“Ye-ayah, right,” the skinny blonde snorted. “You had to roofie me to get me to loosen up, there’s no way I woulda done anything on my own!” She leaned forward and kissed her friend, her lips soft and gentle against Chloe’s. The pre-teen could smell Erin’s freshly-washed skin, the delicate smell of flowery little girl tickling the back of her sinuses, and she could feel an involuntary warmth in her belly as her pussy twitched. “Thank you for raping me,” Erin added in a serious tone, her adoring brown eyes locked on Chloe’s blue.
“You’re my best friend,” Chloe whispered back. She leaned in and returned Erin’s kiss, deeper and with a bit more heat as her arousal began to grow. “How could I not? I’m just glad you liked getting raped.”
“No,” Erin replied emphatically. She kissed Chloe once more, and then snuggled in a bit closer so that their bodies were only inches apart. “I loved getting raped, ‘n ‘cause it was you it was even better!” she added as she stroked her friend’s arm.
Chloe gazed into Erin’s eyes for a moment, and then slid her palm behind the skinny girl’s neck. Pulling her closer, the ten-year-old feasted on the lips of her best friend, their mouths parting slightly as their tongues came together, fencing between first one and then in the other’s teeth. Erin slid her palm down to Chloe’s hip, toying at the waistband of her panties absently as she brought one leg forward and draped it over Chloe’s thigh. For her part Chloe could feel her own arousal spiking even higher, building and combining with Erin’s body heat and the scent of the little girl to take her almost as high as when she was about to spread her legs for Dylan.
Erin broke the kiss so fiercely that their lips made a smacking noise when they separated. “Clo,” she whispered, her voice filled with a trembling longing.
“Yeah?”
“Can… Will you let me eat your pussy?” Erin tugged at the cotton over Chloe’s hip, sliding the underwear down half an inch as she stared at her friend. The skinny blonde’s eyes were wide and watery, almost desperate, and the ten-year-old thrilled to the begging tone in her voice. “Please?”
“Eri…” Chloe leaned forward and kissed her friend again, tasting the mint of her toothpaste in her mouth as her heart thudded in her chest. “Yes, of course! I love you,” she added, punctuating her words with another kiss, “you can always eat me out!”
Erin didn’t reply, but the happy gleam in her eye indicated that she didn’t need to say anything. She kissed Chloe once more, gently pushing the ten-year-old onto her back as she slid up onto her body, lightly pinning her to the mattress with her weight as she straddled the pre-teen’s form. She then kissed the side of Chloe’s neck, and then her collarbone, and then her chest, moving down the little girl’s body with well-practiced ease. She grinned wickedly as she flicked her tongue against Chloe’s nipple, tearing a pleased gasp from the girl as she took the stiff nubbin between her teeth and tugged a bit. She was wet, so hot and wet and so ready for Erin’s attention!
“You like that, do you?” Erin asked with a giggle.
“Yeah,” Chloe replied, and she was surprised at how husky her voice was. “Keep going!”
Erin didn’t need to be told twice, and she continued her journey down Chloe’s body with her lips. She kissed the bottom of the little girl’s ribs, and then the top of her tummy, and then her navel, all the while crawling slowly down towards her goal. At the same time her hands were working the elastic of Chloe’s panties over her hips, sliding the tight cotton down her thighs as the ten-year-old half-rolled back and forth to help her friend undress her. Erin helped her raise her legs up so that she could pull her so-unneeded panties over her feet and toss them on the floor, and then spread Chloe’s legs to either side as she curled into a ball, bringing her face back down to the girl’s concave tummy.
“I’m sorry,” Chloe said with just a hint of embarrassment, “it’s pretty foul down there. I haven’t washed since yesterday.”
“Yeah?” Erin peered up at the little girl as she nuzzled Chloe’s navel, giving the button a tiny kiss as her eyes met the ten-year-old’s. “How many cock’s did you do today?”
“Just two… well, three,” she admitted. “I did Dylan again when I first got up.” She gave a little laugh that turned into a gasp of surprise as Erin slid her palms under her flat backside to cup her ass cheeks. “I do it with him so much I sometimes forget to count him!”
“So lucky!” Erin slid down further, raining a trail of tiny kisses across Chloe’s bare mound, getting closer and closer to her goal. “To have one of your charms, like, literally right next door!”
“Yeah, it’s nice. But don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll UHNGH!” Her train of thought was completely derailed as her best friend reached her goal. Chloe wasn’t exactly sure what Erin did – it was something like spreading her slit apart with her fingertips while pushing her thumbs into the ten-year-old’s cunny and running her tongue across her clit at the same time – but the triple sensations tore all coherent thoughts from her mind. “Fuck, you’ve been practicing,” the tiny blonde muttered, her little-girl voice low and thick and musical all at once.
“Uh huh!” Chloe could only see the top of Erin’s head bob as her friend agreed with her, and then she lost herself to the sensations flooding her body. The skinny blonde pulled her well-fucked pussy apart gently and slid her tongue inside to taste her inner pink, and then let the entryway to her cunny close around two gently stroking fingers as she returned her attention to her throbbing clit.
Erin had been practicing… After only a few minutes of oral attention Chloe felt the tidal wave of her lust crest, and she gripped the skinny blonde’s curls tightly as she felt every muscle in her body tense. Her thighs snapped shut around her friend’s head, and she came hard, her consciousness dancing on the edge of darkness as her cunny roiled and twisted and her womb opened itself to the universe, ready for the load of spunk it was convinced was flooding into the ten-year-old’s pre-teen womb. “Oh fuck,” she whispered as she came down from her orgasmic high. “Oh fuck, oh fuck…”
“That good, huh?” Erin asked with a grin. She gave Chloe’s bare mound one last kiss and then clambered up her friend’s body, both of their sweat-slicked flesh sliding as each gathered the other in their arms.
“Oh, yeah,” Chloe replied with a grin of her own. She kissed Erin’s glazed lips, tasting a bit of herself on her friend’s tongue as she held her close. “I am so glad that I’m one of your charms!”
“I am too,” Erin replied.
The pair kissed, feasting on each other’s lips, until they felt the drowsiness of the hour overtake them and they fell asleep. And Chloe dreamed happy, beautiful dreams…