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Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of my
imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual
events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely
coincidental.


Every story I write contains sexual situations between adult
females and young girls between 5 and 16 years old. These stories
should not be read by anyone who is either not old enough to do
so or who would be offended if they did.  Most if not all of the
stories I write contains explicit pornographic material; it is
not for minors under the age of 18 or close-minded people.


Any characters, places, businesses and/or circumstances etc.
described herein are entirely fictional and are a product of my
imagination.  None of the following is based on real organisms or
organizations, and any semblance to anyone or anything real,
living, deceased or imaginary, is purely coincidental. There is
no place called Cherish Valley in the United States that I am
aware of.


I write stories for my own enjoyment.  I write stories in which
adult women are degraded, humiliated, and fucked by young girls.


If this story seems to be better edited that is because I have a
wonderful male editor who at times adds just the right amount of
detail into the story line.  If there are any remaining mistakes
in the story as far as grammar or punctuation, then it is my
error and not his.  Thanks "A", you're wonderful.

I also want to thank several readers with whom I have become
"email friends" and my one "cutie".  Your ideas keep me going and
energizes me.


Author's advisory: All these stories that I write about are for
adults only. If you're under-aged or of a closed mind and you
read my stories, your teeth will rot and all your hair will fall
out! This stuff is too mature and sophisticated for you.


Anyone who is an adult or age of majority, of course, is welcome
to continue.


This story, Little Angels, was written in collaboration with Eva,
another most excellent erotic fiction writer who I bow down too.
The idea for the story came from her.  Last December we were
emailing each and in one email she mentioned and idea that came
to be Little Angels.  I was supposed to be writing PG 5 but I had
writers block.  So I set aside PG 5 and started thinking about
Eva's idea so I wrote the first chapter and sent it to her.  She
added some erotic scenes and dialogue.  She then went on to write
chapters 2 and 3 and sent those to me.  I added some dialogue and
scenes to those.


This second chapter has been waiting to be uploaded to ASSTR but
I've had some personal issues in my private life.  Sorry it has
taken so long.


I post this story under my stories on ASSTR and Loiliwood but the
idea for the story is really Eva's.  I do plan write chapter 4 of
Little Angels.  Soon.


Email me with your comments at: msteven1005@yahoo.com


I reply to readers who take time to email me.

Little Angels 2

Written by Eva and Mary.

Fantasy fiction for adults only:

On Friday the Little Angels website froze the dollar amounts that
each woman had listed and ran a two-for-one special: get a ten
dollar woman for free with the purchase of a twenty, thirty, or
forty dollar or more women. "Perfect, mom," Bella had said,
looking over her mom's shoulder at the offer on screen. "You can
have some fun and so can I." The little girl had her hands on her
mom's shoulders and even gave Amy a lingering kiss on the cheek,
which felt strangely erotic, as if there was a hidden meaning in
it.

Bella met up with another ten year-old online named Caroline
whose mother, Bobbi, was a forty dollar woman.  The girl's set-up
the double date for Saturday afternoon and promising each other
they'd have a great time.

Amy drove her and Bella over to Bobbi's home, wearing the all too
short pink skirt again and her stockings, which Bella insisted on
touching as Amy drove. She tried not to flinch as her daughter's
fingers danced on the top edge of the stockings and her pale
thighs. Despite her nervousness, she felt suddenly aroused and
moisture seeped into her panties. "Hun, you shouldn't," she said,
trying to concentrate on her driving.

"It's okay mom," was all that Bella said and carried on stroking
her mother's leg.

The woman who opened the door to them was a well-built, but
shapely woman in a black skirt that came mid-thigh and a white
shirt. What made Amy start was that the woman had a strip of pink
cloth tied round her head and over her mouth, much like the gags
in old-fashioned movies. She could obviously speak but didn't
try, and despite her lower facial covering her eyes radiated
welcoming smile. "Hi," said Bella, not the least perturbed by
what she saw. Amy looked at her daughter as if to say 'You were
expecting this?' when a ten year old girl bounded up. It was
Caroline and she and Bella embraced like old friends.

"Wow, glad you could come," grinned Caroline, still hugging
Bella. They even gave each other little peck kiss on the lips.
"This is my mom," said Caroline, indicating the woman stood
patiently holding the door open.

"She's gagged?" asked Bella.

"Sure, just for now. She used a bad word earlier so that's to
remind her."

"What did she say?" asked Amy, staring at the woman who didn't
look distressed.

"Oh, she said 'no' to me." The two girls giggled. "Okay mom, as
our guests are here you can take the gag off now," Caroline said.

Bobbi undid the cloth and dropped it on the table inside the
door. "Hello, I'm Bobbi and you must be Amy," the mother smiled.
"May I kiss her hello?" asked Bobbi, looking at Bella.

"Sure, why not," said Bella. Before Amy could say anything the
woman leaned forward and gave Amy the briefest peck kiss on her
lips, making her gasp.

"It's how we moms greet each other. Little Angels like us to do
that," Bobbi smiled.

The two girls disappeared upstairs, chattering like they were old
friends, and Bobbi invited Amy into the living room. "Have you
got any money for me?" she asked, getting a glass of milk for
Amy.

Amy remembered the deal and the woman's value, and handed over
forty dollars.  Nothing was offered back as Amy of course was
free.  Bobbi was a vice-principal of an elementary school in a
neighbouring school district and looked capable and assured.  Amy
was a nervous as she could be.  She fidgeted and when Bobbi
offered the glass of milk, her hand shook.

"So Caroline tells me your first date didn't go very good?" asked
Bobbi, seating herself on the other end of the sofa.  She looked
at Amy and guessed the woman was finding it hard to come to terms
with her new life.

"Who told you that?" Amy blushed.

"Oh, word gets around on the website.  Caroline heard about it
and told me the other day after our date was setup for today,"
Bobbi smiled trying to put Amy at ease.

"Yes, well, I felt like a whore, a cheap whore!" Amy replied as
she fidgeted and set her milk down, managing not to spill any. 
She couldn't look at Bobbi.

"Oh honey! Women are whores, Amy, you just don't realize it."

"What? I beg your pardon, I'm no whore! I'm an educated woman
with a demanding job at which I am successful.  My husband and I
provide a safe and loving environment for my daughter, which is
no easy task."

"That counts for nothing," sighed Bobbi. "No matter your
education or type of job you have Amy you are a woman and as a
woman you have to please people. That's how it is. I don't doubt
you work very hard but that isn't what this is about."
"That's not what I was brought up to believe!" Amy said, feeling
faint stirrings of anger. She wondered yet again what on earth
she was doing here.
"But things have moved on, Amy," Bobbi said gently, "and if you
don't move on with them, you will be left behind. Your little
girl needs your support, and if you don't give it, you'll be
letting her down." She paused, waiting for a response.
"So I have to be a whore?" Amy said weakly.
"Yes darling," Bobbi said comfortingly, "it's what Bella needs
right now. And trust me, there is no tougher job than being a
whore.  The question you have to ask yourself is, do you want to
be a whore to a man, or boy or a little girl? I personally like
being a whore to little girls.   I love exploring new ideas with
them, participating in their fetishes, watching them grow into
dominating little girls.  Caroline and I practice all the time
when my husband, her father, isn't around.  She'll hear of
something in the chat room from other girls and will want to try
it out with me." The woman smiled. "She is pretty imaginative all
on her own at times."

Amy felt embarrassed.  "But you work in a school! You educate our
kids.  You have a very responsible job."

"So? You do the best you can at work and at home and then you do
your best for the girl who owns you on a date. I do, all the
time.  That's what whores do all the time.  It doesn't matter
that I'm an educator by profession.  I'm really a whore by
choice.  If I could make a living selling my body to little girls
then I wouldn't hesitate to do that.  You have to remember,
little girls could care less about our minds, our wants and
needs, it's our body they want, our tits, our cunts and anuses
and not to mention our warm and inviting mouths."

Amy gulped. "But you're a forty dollar woman!" it was more of a
statement than a question.

"It's actually a forty dollar whore, but Little Angels can't come
out and say that."

Amy fell silent for a few moments as she contemplated the impact
of this. Eventually she spoke. "So how do you make the fifty
dollar level?"

"At the forty dollar level the amounts change.  Instead of
getting fifty cents for an excellent rating you get ten cents and
five cents for a good rating.  I am actually at forty dollars and
sixty-five cents." Bobbi laughed. "Sounds tough doesn't it? But
there's always a target to reach, something to strive for, right?
I actually get more satisfaction in trying to attain the goal of
a fifty dollar whore than I do in educating little kids."

"I see."

"I hope you do. Listen, do you and Bella fuck each other?" Bobbi
asked as she leaned forward. Her shirt was unbuttoned low and the
woman's large bust was clearly visible, her large nipples erect.

Amy gasped in shock. "Why of course not! Why would I allow that?"

"If you have a problem with your own daughter fucking you then
you will have a problem with Little Angels."

"I don't understand," Amy replied.  She couldn't look Bobbi in
the eye. She suddenly remembered Bella's fingers stroking her
thigh and her cunt twinged.

"Your date the other night was a little girl, and a little girl
does what comes naturally to her.  She sees adult women as
playthings.  What I mean is, if you can't kneel before your
daughter Bella and suck her strap-on without feeling humiliation,
then you have problems doing that for other little girls."

Again, Amy's mind reeled at the woman's frankness. "I... I
couldn't do that, I mean..."

"If I ask you a question, will you give me an honest answer?"
Bobbi interrupted, her eyes seeming to look into her mind.

Amy swallowed and nodded.

"Does the thought of fucking your daughter arouse you?"

Amy gasped and looked away.

"Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have sex with
her? How your tongue would feel on her anus? How her little cunt
would taste as she came on your mouth? Has even the simple touch
of her fingers ever made you wet?"

Amy stared at her feet, the colour rising in her face.

"Answer me Amy!" Bobbi said firmly. "You must tell me the truth!"

Amy felt her world collapsing around her and tears started in her
eyes. This woman, this stranger, seemed to be able to read her
mind, tease out all those hidden secrets that she had locked away
so carefully and had now brought spilling to the surface. Still
staring at her shoes, she nodded briefly.

"Good girl," Bobbi said gently. "You have to be honest with
yourself if you want to help your daughter be happy."

"But... but... it's incest!" Amy whispered in desperation.

"No, it's not Amy, it is called learning.  All adult women,
especially a mother, can always learn a thing or two from her
daughter.  All you have to do is be willing.  I imagine in your
job you had to learn what to do and I guess at times it was
awkward and uncomfortable, but it's necessary. If you want to be
happy you have to learn things.  If you are to be a whore on
Little Angels, then you must learn from your daughter."  Bobbi
paused.  "It's the only way you will get to make your child happy
and do something exciting and enriching for yourself."

"But Bella wasn't always wanting to do things like this!" Amy
protested. "She's changed!"

"Honey, your child is growing up. She's learning to love what she
is. Now she has discovered that using women is fun."

"Bella wouldn't do that," gasped Amy, clinging to what she could
of her life and her role in it. "She... She's a good girl."

"I am sure she is, but she has feelings and needs and the desire
to use women is just part of it. Look, wanting to play with an
adult woman as a toy doesn't make Bella bad. It just makes her
happy and content. She is simply doing what comes naturally to
her."

Amy gulped and grabbed the milk near at hand. She drank it
swiftly. "I didn't teach her these things," she said when she put
the milk down.

"No, but the need was in her, just as it is in you to be
submissive to her needs."

"How do you know?" Amy shot an alarmed look at Bobbi.

"Because Amy, I teach kids all day who do this. I get to see
their moms. I talk to them. I listen to them go through what you
do. I hear the doubts, I see the tears, the denial... But it
never changes anything. Moms need their daughters to be happy but
also moms need their daughters to love them. In many cases that
means the girl is on top. You may think it's not right but you
can't deny that women are whores and little girls are filling
their desires. Look, why do you think a website like Little
Angels is so popular? Moms can't access it the same way the girls
can, so it follows it is what girls want."

Amy stared at the woman and then dissolved into tears. "This is
so hard," she sobbed.

Bobbi slid closer and put her arm round the crying woman. "Go on,
hon, let it all out. There's a lot of confusion in you and it
needs to find a way out of you."

"But... I don't know if I can be any good at doing this." Amy
said it between sobs.

Bobbi smiled gently and hugged Amy more. "You will be surprised
how good you will be in time. Oh, there will be tough times
ahead. I know. You'll have moments of doubt, some fears, a lot of
worry, a voice in you telling you this is wrong, that you should
be a proper mother. But you will learn you are being a proper
mother. You are going to make Bella a very happy girl. I can tell
because it's in you to be whore."

"How?"

"If you didn't love her, you would never have let her join Little
Angels. You knew what the site was about, even if you didn't
admit it to yourself. If you didn't really want to do it, you
wouldn't even be here."

Amy nodded slowly. "I want her to be happy, but..."

"But what?"

Amy blushed. "I want to be happy too."

"Oh you will be. You will emerge from all this so much happier.
You will look at your girl and be happy for her."

"Even when she uses other women?"

"Even when she uses other women. Maybe more so, because some
lucky woman is going to get to share the joy of your girl."

Amy sniffed back her tears. "When we arrived, you had that thing
on your face."

"My gag, yes."

"Why?"

"I said no to Caroline. I said she couldn't spank me then and
there. So, I had to wear my pretty gag - that's what Caroline
calls it - for an hour to remind me to not say no to her. It's
our rule, and I obey."

Amy gulped again. "But she will still spank you, right?"

"Yes, she will. Later Caroline will have me over her knee with my
skirt up and my panties down." She giggled excitedly.

Amy recalled her own spanking by Tiffany and how it hurt. "Um...
You won't mind that?"

Bobbi laughed. "It will hurt but no, I won't mind. When she is
done we will have a hug and she will kiss my tears away and
stroke my hair and tell me she loves me, so that makes it all
wonderful. She might even pinch my nipples which I absolutely
love her doing."

Amy stared ahead, lost in her thoughts. After a while she sighed.
"I've got a lot to learn, haven't I?"

"If you want to be forty dollar whore, then yes, you have. It
will, I can promise you, be a switchback journey of incredible
highs and even painful lows. But it will be the best ride you
have ever had. At the end of it, you will be like me and able to
command forty dollars at a time." Bobbi gave Amy another hug.

"So how do I start?"

"Like you mean to go on. Like this." She turned. "Caroline and
Bella, come in here!" Bobbi called out. "Caroline bring two
strap-ons, please!"


They arrived almost at once, giggling, carrying the strap-ons.
Amy looked at her daughter and smiled weakly, aware of the blush
creeping into her cheeks. Bella smiled back.

"Don't look so worried, Mom, it's going to be fun," she said
happily. "I've been looking forward to this for a long time."

Bobbi had the two girls put on the strap-ons.  Caroline had to
help Bella with hers as this was Bella's first time wearing one,
but Amy's daughter looked pleased with it and even stroked it as
if it was a real cock, looking at her mother and smiling. Then
Bobbi stripped naked and knelt in front of her ten year-old who
still had her clothes on, the ten inch strap-on jutting from the
girl's front.

"You see Amy, I'm a whore. I can't get enough of being a slut for
her. My beautiful, sexy daughter knows it, the girls on Little
Angels know it." Bobbi reached up and took hold of the black
strap-on and brought it to her lips.  She kissed it tenderly and
licked it. "I love sex, especially with my daughter." Bobbi put
the strap-on in her mouth, her cheek bulging out. Caroline took
her hand and patted the side of her mother's face. It was almost
affectionate but it was firm enough to act as a reminder of what
had to be done.

"Now you do the same," said Caroline as she sawed her fake cock
in and out of her mother's willing mouth. "Strip down and kneel
in front of Bella. Do what my mommy whore is doing."

"I can't," gasped Amy, staring in fascinated horror at what Bobbi
was doing.

"You must, mom," said Bella staring at her mother. "It's for both
of us."

Amy wasn't sure how she did it (she had never undressed in front
of anyone but her husband before) but she shed her clothes. As
she pulled down her panties, the gusset glistened, stained dark
with her cream, and she glanced up quickly at Bella. The little
girl was staring at them, her lips slightly parted. When she
tried to pick her clothes up and fold them, and all the time
aware that the two girls were staring at her exposed body.
Caroline told her to leave them on the floor where they had
fallen.

"Whores don't tidy up their clothes," she said, curtly.

Amy had started to object that she wasn't a whore but a frown
from Bella stopped her. She knelt on her discarded clothes in
front of her daughter and hesitantly took the strap-on in her
mouth. She did what she had seen Bobbi do and sucked and licked
it, and was surprised when Bella gripped her hair and started
roughly shoving it deep into her mouth and throat. Not even, on
the few occasions she had sucked her husband's cock, had she
experienced such an invasion. Bella, though, was doing this like
it excited her, fucking her mother's face so the child's young
belly slammed into Amy's nose. "Hold still, mom," breathed Bella
above Amy and thrust harder.

For a moment Amy thought she would gag but she relaxed her throat
enough to let the tip penetrate deep. This, she told herself, is
what Bella wants. I just hope it's what I want. As if in answer,
she felt new moisture between her legs.

The plastic cock came out of Amy's mouth and she stared at the
way her saliva made it glisten. "Say thank you to my cock," said
Bella, and Amy gulped. She managed to say thank you but Bella
wasn't happy.

"Say it like you mean it, whore!" snapped the child as she put
her hands on top of her mother's head.

Amy felt her cheeks burn. Her own child calling her a whore... It
was too humiliating for words. But despite her feelings she took
a deep breath. "Thank you, dear sweet cock of my lovely daughter,
thank you for making me your whore." She was surprised how the
words came out and the intensity of them, but they seemed to
spring from her very core. The main thing was her child was
pleased.

"Way to go, mom," grinned Bella and wiped the wet plastic on the
side of her mother's face.

She did as she was told and then watched as Bobbi was positioned
for her daughter to fuck her, kneeling on the carpet with her
face and naked tits pressed to the floor. The child rammed the
cock into her mother as if she didn't care, that she was getting
real pleasure from forcing this object hard into her. Bobbi, for
her part, moaned and groaned as if it was the best thing that had
ever happened to her. The woman kept panting, "Do it harder,
please," and "Don't stop! Make me want more because I'm a fucking
whore."

Then it was Amy's turn. At her daughter's directions she got down
in the same helpless ass-in-the-air position and for the first
time in her life (though something told her this would not be the
last, not by a long way) she had her own child fuck her. It was
painful and it was liberating. Amy felt the cock slam into her
and with the force of it that frankly surprised her she felt her
face and tits scrape on the carpet. A painful glow spread through
her hips and belly and she found herself pushing back to meet
each thrust. That's just what a woman does to her husband, she
told herself between gasps, but it was more than that. Amy was
pushing back to please her own daughter. She wanted Bella to say
she was good. Amy wanted to be the best whore ever. Bobbi was on
her knees next to Amy sucking away on her daughter's strap-on
throughout this, gurgling as best she could that Amy was a whore
and the woman's interrupted words were another spur to Amy.

Eventually, Bella stopped fucking her mother and withdrew. The
two girls took off the strap-ons, and Caroline declared that it
was time to show Amy how to undress a young girl. Kneeling on the
floor, with shaking fingers, Amy followed the instructions,
undressing her daughter slowly, button by button until the little
girl stood before her in just her panties. She hesitated.

"Take off my panties," Bella commanded, looking down at her.

Slowly, she pulled the waistband down, her eyes transfixed, until
the panties by their own weight dropped to the floor. There, in
front of her, was the focus of her secret hidden desire, her
daughter's cunt. She gazed at it, the smooth skin, the swollen
lips, glazed with a sheen of moisture, and peeping between them,
the tiny hooded clit. She breathed in and smelt its heady
fragrance, and her own clit throbbed.

"Lie down mother," Bella ordered, and still hypnotised, Amy did
as she was asked. Her daughter knelt over her face. "Now lick my
cunt!" she ordered, her voice cracking slightly.

Hesitantly she pushed her tongue outwards, felt it touch against
the reddened swollen skin, felt her senses flood with her
daughter's taste. Bella pushed down and groaned, forcing the slit
against Amy's mouth, driving her tongue between the labia into
the tight, wet warmth of her small vagina.

"Now fuck me!" she groaned, rubbing against her mother's mouth.

Amy answered her groan, with one of her own, abandoning herself
to a dark wantonness that she didn't knew she possessed, licking,
probing, sucking, fucking with her tongue, drinking the rich
cream that flowed down into her mouth. Beside her, she could hear
Caroline's moans as her mother mirrored what she was doing,
Bobbi's mouth clicking and sucking obscenely in a way that only
inflamed her own lust.

Amy lost track of time, and when Caroline suddenly said, "I want
your whore mother to suck my cunt now," she had obediently
complied, burying her head between the outstretched legs and
sliding her now aching tongue between the gaping labia.

The anus on each ten year-old was not forgotten and loving kisses
and licks were bestowed on each puckered brown hole in turn and
all the while the girls called their mothers "ass-sucking
whores." For a reason Amy couldn't explain, those insults sent
her already tingling cunt into new spasms of delight. Amy had
never dreamed her daughter loved to be suckled and kiss on her
anus, but so it turned out to be. As she licked the bitter brown
ring, she felt it swell against her tongue. "Push it in!" Bella
cried, lost in the exquisite feeling. "Fuck my asshole." And in
her depravity she had, pushed it deep, felt the sphincter pulse
around her, tasted her daughter's bowel.

Later, Bella wanted to fuck her mother again and forced Amy into
the missionary position, biting her nipples as she did so and
allowing Caroline to sit on Amy's face. Amy licked the offered
little cunt as the child rubbed hard against her mouth, drinking
from her, and all the while, the plastic shaft fucked in and out
of her. Beside her, Bobbi instructed her, telling her to make
sure her legs were spread so her daughter could really push the
strap-on in and out of her cunt.  Amy learned to rotate her hips
as her daughter fucked her and not to gasp into Caroline's
dripping cunt as Bella bit her nipples.

The next event was `tit-slapping' as Caroline called it. The two
women had to kneel up with their arms behind them and shoulders
back, and let the two girls slap their breasts hard. Bobbi was
gasping with pleasure as either girl slapped her boobs, and Amy
tried to so the same. It hurt, but she was determined not to let
Bella down. As they were slapped they were told they were cunts
and whores and deserved to be treated badly.

Caroline liked her women head down on the floor with their ass in
the air and everybody laughed as Caroline fucked Amy that way
because the ten year-old mimed like she was riding a bucking
bronco. The girl slapped Amy's rump and yelled like a cowgirl.
Amy for her part pushed back and tried to make the ride the best
the girl had ever had.

The evening was finished with both women lying on their backs,
face up and with the crown of their heads touching so their own
girls could sit on the women's faces, Bella on Amy and Caroline
on Bobbi. They were told to keep their mouths shut and just lie
there silently and as the two girls above them locked themselves
into a series of passionate kisses, they rubbed their little
cunts on the noses of the two women. Amy lay there hearing the
smacks and moans of her own daughter kissing Caroline and felt
the juices from Bella's pussy run down her nose, smelling her own
child's arousal. She desperately wanted to lick that lovely
little slit but she had been told not to do anything, so she
fought the temptation and just allowed her child to enjoy
herself.

"I'm so proud of you mom," said Bella as they drove home. "You
did really well. Of course, you weren't perfect but I think
you've got it in you to learn."

"Yes, I'm sure I have," said Amy, suddenly surprised by her own
reaction. She found herself longing for Bella to touch her again,
like she had on the earlier journey, but this time bury her
little fingers in her liquid cunt.

That evening at home Amy was pleased when she found out that
Caroline had rated her excellent. For a reason Amy didn't dare
contemplate this was the best news she had ever had.