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Disclaimer update January 8 2017


As of this time I am only posting my stories on ASSTR.org but
ASSTR is slowly falling apart due to no maintenance and upkeep.
Eventually ASSTR will stop working all together. I am looking at
other adult story sites but I have to look for sites that don't
restrict underage characters which is a difficult task and will
take some research.


When I first started posting stories on the internet I posted
them to Stories on Line (SOL). So some of my older stuff is on
the site up to 2011 or 2012 I think but I didn't post any story's
on SOL from 2012 to 2016. I have posted a more recent story
called ASS but it is also posted on ASSTR. The minimum age
requirement on SOL is 14, which is cool, but I have to be careful
about posting story's with younger characters.


Now to the disclaimer stuff: This story and all the stories I
write are a work of fiction and special care was taken while
writing the story - no letters were hurt when they were placed on
the page.


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.


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.



I write stories for my own enjoyment.  I write stories in which
adult women are degraded, humiliated, and fucked by young girls,
although I have changed things up a bit recently with a couple
stories that aren't exclusively lesbian in nature. Bottom line is
I write stories for my own enjoyment.


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


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


Story codes that I write about are: Lesbian, scat, pee, piss,
humiliation, consensual sex, child/underage sex, restraints,
racial, bigotry, discrimination, anal sex, oral sex, vagina sex,
young love, also asphyxiation, hanging, (NO Snuff, well, only one
story), erotic hanging, punishments like spankings, whippings and
canings, young girl domination with strap-on sex, rape.


Not all of these story codes are in every story but a good
majority of these codes are.

I hope you enjoy the story.


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

**


Little Angels 5, the Start.

My name is Mrs Kendra James and this is how the lovely website
known as "Little Angels" came about. I would like to say that it
was all about me but it wasn't. It is and will always be about
the girls. Girls aged eight to sixteen. Girls who knew what they
wanted.

**

I reached into my small purse and felt my cell phone. I had
programmed the "Sweet Favour" ring tone on it as well as vibrate.
Nothing yet. As I looked around the area of the ride where this
mysterious man and I were to meet I noticed a young girl standing
in the line of people waiting in line for the ride.  Here, I
thought, was a little girl standing there like she was waiting
for somebody. Pretty too, I couldn't help but notice, in her pale
pink top that covered her flat chest but left her torso
uncovered. And little blue shorts that were way to short for a
girl her age and pink frilly socks with white tennis shoes. Her
blonde hair was done in a pony tail, and her skin, oh so smooth
and lightly bronzed.

Damn what a looker I thought then blushed. I looked around hoping
to see the man that I had been texting with the past week.

I noticed that no adult was standing next to this girl and idly
wondered where her parents were or even if she brought her
parents; probably not as kids under the age of twelve get into
the park for free.
I had told my husband, son and daughter to go ahead without me
and I would wait for them, but they didn't know what I was really
after. All I wanted to do was to meet the man, look him over and
if I was interested we would exchange numbers and meet up later.
No strings attached.

The girl had a small fanny pack around the front of her that
didn't take away from her cuteness. She reached into it and
pulled out a cell phone. It seems that parents are giving their
kids cell phones at a younger age I thought. With her right thumb
she quickly typed on it. A moment later my cell phone chimed and
vibrated.
I pulled my cell phone out and looked at it. "I am here," was all
it said. I anxiously looked around. "Where damn it?" I thought.

I was contacted by this mysterious man earlier this week on my
cell phone. He had texted me. We agreed to meet here at the park
but he didn't indicate what he would be wearing at our "meeting"
and so I looked around again, getting a little agitated that he
had not shown up yet. Next time I'll have to remember to ask what
he will be wearing.

Then for some reason that same little girl came over to me
smiling, such a pretty face and lovely body. I ignored her.

"Mrs James?" the youngster asked. She stood there looking up at
me, smiling, hopeful.

I quickly looked around then kind of leaned over, intrigued. "How
do you know my name?"

The youngster smiled innocently. "You have a butterfly on your
shirt like you said you would."

Oh, yes, that's right I thought. I did say on the texts that I
would wear a pink t-shirt with a big butterfly imprinted on it.
The man in the app said he would find me with that.

"Oh, yes," I smiled nervously. What the fuck? I thought as I
stared at the little girl.
"And I heard your phone chime when I sent that text," she smiled
at me as she put her cell phone back in her fanny pack.

**

Phyllis was right, the app did work but I assumed that it was
"dating" men. You see I am a member of the church women's bridge
club Twelve of us get together once a week at each other's houses
for some fellowship. When we do get together we talk about our
kids, what's going on in the neighborhood, gossip going around at
church and who's sleeping with who. Yes, even straight church
women gossip about sex and who's getting it and who's not.

Not that we talk about each other's sex lives? I'm sure as hell
not getting laid but I would never tell the others. Instead we
just laughed about other women in the church who we thought
weren't getting laid.

So last month we were at Phyllis's house and I went into the
kitchen to refill my coffee when she followed me in. She looked
nervous and kind of looked around and checked outside the kitchen
again.

"What's up?" I asked.

She came over and pressed a piece of paper into my hand.

I started to look at it. "Don't look at it now, wait till you get
home."

"What is it?" I replied crumpling the paper into my pocket.

"It's an address to a website where you can download an app."
Phyllis busied herself with the coffee maker.

"What's the app do?"

"It's a dating app," she smiled nervously.

"Phyllis, look ..." I tried to say as I handed her the paper
back.

"Keep it, Kendra. I know you aren't getting laid." She paused and
looked down at the floor. "Neither am I. It's ironic as we laugh
at others who we think aren't getting laid."

"Phyllis?"

"I, I, can tell when a woman isn't getting laid at home. We have
that desperate look on our faces." She was embarrassed and so was
I.

Fuck was I that obvious?

"I don't need an app, Phyllis."

"It's just sex, Kendra, no messy affairs. It's all about
quickies."

"How do you know so much about this?"

She hesitated. "A third grade teacher friend of mine created the
app."

"A third grade teacher?" This was getting crazy.

"She teaches third grade math but has an advanced math degree
with programming experience."

"Phyllis, come on," I replied trying to hand the paper back to
her.

"It's a no-strings attached sex app. You download the app to your
phone, then input a six digit number into the app. The person or
whoever texts you uses this number and you set up a meeting at a
public place to see if you hit it off. If you do then you both
exchange numbers, if not you walk away."

I thought for a moment. Interesting. Phyllis was standing there
looking at me expectantly. "Have you tried it?" I asked, growing
curious.

She looked down at the floor, embarrassed, and shook her head.

"Why not?"

"I'm a chicken shit that's why," she replied and turned back to
the sink. "My teacher friend gave me the information, hell, she
set up the site. Said it would be the best sex ever in my life."

I stared down at the piece of paper. "I don't know."

"Just try it, Kendra and let me know," she said, looking at me
hopefully.

Barb yelled at us from the main room to bring more coffee and
Phyllis gathered up the pot quickly, smiling  weakly at me as she
walked out the kitchen. I stood there looking at the paper. Fuck.

Everyday for the next two weeks I looked at the paper. It would
be so easy to download the app. Just out of curiosity, I pulled
up the website.  It seemed like was  nothing, just a blank page,
but if you scrolled down to the bottom there was a small
"download" icon button. To download it it said I had to input my
cell number. As I thought about it I realized that would be a bad
idea and if I decide to do it, I would need to get a different
number and cell phone to download the app. I couldn't take the
chance of my family getting a hold of my personal cell phone and
looking through it.

For the next couple of days, I tried to put it out of my mind but
in the end, the temptation was too much.I went to the store and
stood in line to purchase a "pay as you go" cell phone, the "not
traceable" kind. Fuck was I really going to do this? I was
nervous when I got home. The kids weren't home from school yet
and my husband was out of town. I went to the web page and stared
at it. Fuck what would it hurt? I downloaded the app to my new
cell phone.

**

"Excuse me, little girl, but I don't know you," I said nervously.

"Yes you do silly, we met on the app." She was still smiling at
me. "I texted you last Monday."

Fuck, fuck, fuck, what the hell happened? "So that was you on the
app?" It was supposed to be a man, why did I assume that it would
be an adult dating site? Fuck!

"Oh yes," said the girl quickly. "I like you Mrs James even
better than the app. Do you like me?"

"Um, yes," I replied slowly as I licked my lips looking down at
this cutie. "But..." I tried to say.

**

After I downloaded the app it required me to upload a mug shot of
myself. I guess I could have downloaded a picture of some of
woman from the internet and upload that but that wouldn't work.
Whoever I met would realize that the picture on the app and me
weren't the same. So I looked through my personal drive and came
across a picture of me and my husband. I cropped him out of the
picture and uploaded it. Then the app asked for my name and some
information about me. By now I was hooked and didn't think
anything of it.

**

"But I would really like it if we could go and get an ice cream,"
the youngster interrupted me. She squinted up at me, took my hand
and started leading me away. I looked around nervously, trying to
make my body language seem normal.

Fuck, I thought. How stupid of me. I realize now that the person
who contacted me on the app didn't have a picture or a name. Was
I that desperate for some companionship that I overlooked that
detail?  Fuck.

The youngster pulled me behind her. "What is your name?" I asked.

"Amy," smiled the little girl.

"How old are you, Amy?"

"I'm nine years old" the girl smiled. "Can you buy me an ice
cream?"

"Sure," I replied as she pulled me along. "I'll treat you to an
ice cream." Then walk away from this weirdness, I thought. I
tried to steady my nerves. What kind of dating app with this?

"Your parents allow you to have a cell phone?"

Amy smiled at me. "Of course silly, all girls my age have cell
phones. I even know girls as young as five that are using smart
phones."

Fuck, my husband and I didn't even allow Tommy, our fourteen
year-old son, and Louise, our twelve year-old daughter, to have a
smart phone yet.

"Chocolate is my favorite," said Amy still staring at me, with
that sort of hopeful note that I'd buy her one and led me towards
the ice cream stall.

"I really don't want an ice-cream, Mrs James..." said the child,
almost confidentially as she stared up at me.
I smiled weakly at her. "Then what?" Fuck, I thought.

"...I only said that 'cos I didn't want anybody to notice me
leaving with you" She wrinkled her nose. "I'm just happy that you
are with me," she giggled and gave my hand a squeeze. "I want to
get to know you better."

I didn't know what to say. "Well, that was very cunning," I said.
"You know what cunning is?" I asked as I looked around.

"Course I do, silly Mrs James. It's what foxes do. They're
cunning." She grinned and made a face that was, I think, meant to
be a fierce looking fox with some sort of cunning about it.

I laughed and she chuckled too. I realised suddenly that the girl
was putting me at ease, but I was still confused and unsure.

As we walked, hand in hand, she looked up at my tight t-shirt.
"You got a silver butterfly on you," Amy remarked. "Just like you
said you would."

I had forgotten about that. My pink t-shirt sported a silver
butterfly, with wings outspread. It caught the sunlight and
gleamed. "Yes. Um, how did you come to use the app, Amy."

"Oh, the app was made for girls like me to meet women, like you,"
the child smiled. Women like me? Then she asked: "You did want to
meet little girls like me, didn't you?" She looked at me
hopefully.

"Well, um..." Fuck she was cute and for some reason my stomach
was tingling, but I really had thought the app was for meeting
men. I wondered if Phyllis knew about this.

"I do like you Mrs James," the girl smiled up at me, seeming to
read my thoughts. Her blonde hair and smooth bronze skin made her
cute to look at. My heart melted.

"Well, I like you too, Amy." Hell might as well find out where
this goes.

"I also only like ladies that are like you Mrs James." Amy
squeezed my hand again.

I smiled weakly at her. My heart skipped a beat when I heard
this, and I was tingling for some reason. Ladies like me? How
many others were there? What exactly did she have in mind?

We had reached a quiet spot in the theme park. I was always
amazed there were places of calm and almost emptiness among such
crowds, but there were no rides here and it looked like the kind
of place all theme parks had, "for future expansion" a sign might
say. They were probably waiting to see what the next trend was
before they built something fast or gaudy or just plain
moneymaking right here. Amy stopped and looked up at me
quizzically.

"Your butterfly," she said. "It's got funny, your butterfly got
lady bumps under your shirt."

I must have looked puzzled because the child pointed at my bust.
"Those wings, they've got little bump thingies."

"Oh yes, my boobies." I said without thinking, pushing my chest
out, suddenly aware that what the child was talking about wasn't
my tits as such. It was my nipples. The temperature here where we
stood must have dropped and my nips had hardened under my
butterfly t- shirt so they poked out sharply. Perhaps going
without a bra today had made them even more prominent.

"Uh, it's just the cold." I shivered, and not because the sun had
gone behind a cloud.

"Can I see them?" asked the nine year old.

"What?" I asked back, astonished by her confidence and
directness.

"Your nipple thingies, I want to see them hard." Without
hesitating, Amy reached up and slipped one hand under my t-shirt,
and I was suddenly aware she was trying to lift my top up.

"Amy!" I said, trying to pull her hand down.

But she had got hold of one of my boobs and was gripping it. I
tried to pull away from her but she wouldn't let go of my hand
with her hand and stuck to me. It was almost as if she was
determined to squeeze my tits, and only with great effort did I
get her hand out from under my clothes.

She had a pouty look on her face.

"You shouldn't do that to women in public" I said, my face
flushed and (if truth be known) my nipples harder than before. I
tried not to be cross as I didn't want to scare the kid but it
was a disturbing moment.

"Sorry Mrs James, I should have paid you first but I just wanted
to take a look to see what I was buying," Amy said in a
disappointed voice.

Fuck, what? I glanced about me: this wasn't a public viewing
area, but it was very open, so I steered the little girl into a
more secluded space. Here we were completely hidden from anyone's
gaze. The small area had two foot high round stone seats to sit
on, surrounded by bushy trees.

Then her attitude seemed to change. "Don't you like your boobies
being felt up, Mrs James?" she said with smile. For a moment I
thought she would laugh.

"Amy," I began, I squatting down to be at her height, "what do
you mean to see what you're buying?"

"I pay you money to play with you but I just wanted to see the
goods first."

I stood there looking at the youngster dumbfounded.

"Didn't you read the app, Mrs James?"

I was still in shock. "Um, not really." How stupid of me. What
the fuck was I thinking?

"Mrs Howard, my third grade teacher, says all women are whores
and that they would like this app."

"Women aren't whores, Amy," I said gently, looking at her pretty
face.

The girl looked at me as if she didn't understand. "Mrs Howard
says so. She says teachers like her are whores, those important
women on TV are whores, even my mother is a whore."

"Amy," I tried to say. How could a girl as young as Amy believe
in this sort of thing? "That's a terrible thing to say about your
mother."

The nine year-old looked at me with serious expression on her
face. "Mrs Howard doesn't lie." It was a statement of certainty.

Why the hell am I arguing with a nine year-old about whether
women are whores or not? I should just run away. Run from this
little girl and get rid of this crazy app. But I didn't. I
blushed as I felt the prying eyes of the girl staring at me. I
was flustered with her "women are whores" statement.

I said the only thing I could say, "You can't go round just
feeling a woman's boobies or her goods."

She brightened up. "But it's nice to feel women's boobies," she
said, trying not to be upset. "I felt up a lot of whores'
boobies. I like feeling yours." She licked her lips as she stared
openly at them.

I ignored the whore comment. "Um, how many boobs have you felt
before?"

The girl hesitated, a flush of color in her cheeks. "The app
makes me promise I wouldn't say," she said. I didn't read
anything like that when I downloaded the app but then again I
realised that I really didn't read too much of the small print.

I felt my cunt twinge and my heart beat harder: a little girl
using an app that says women are whores and encourages her to pay
the woman to feel them up, then making her promise not to tell?
It was too intriguing.

"Well, Amy, nine year-old girls are very good and sensible and so
I am sure the app wouldn't mind you telling me." I hesitated,
looking at her. "Especially as you like feeling my, um, titties."

"Titties." Amy stifled a smirk. "That's what Sheila calls them
too."

"Sheila... Is this one of the ladies you touch?"

"No way!" The girl chuckled. "Sheila's my best friend. She calls
boobies titties - funny isn't it?"

I smiled. "Then you weren't feeling Shelia's titties were you?" I
was taking a gamble that Sheila was about Amy's age.

"Sheila's my bestest friend," said the girl excitedly. "She will
be nine next month and I am going to her party."

"Good, but you and your friend Sheila have been touching a lot of
lady's titties, right?"

Amy put her hands on her hips. "Not ladies, Mrs James, whores!
Women are whores!" she insisted.

"Okay, whores then. How many whores titties have you touched?"
This was getting surreal fast.

"We touch a lot of whores titties using the app." Amy
contemptuously as if I should known that.

"Well, um, how many women have used the app to contact you?"

"We contact the women like I contacted you," she smiled. She was
right about that, I had waited like a week or so before she had
contacted me.

"Um, well, how many then?"

"Six or seven, maybe more," Amy narrowed her eyes. "You aren't
gonna tell on me are you?"

"No, no, Amy, I wouldn't dream of it," I smiled at her.

Amy stared at me then nodded her acceptance of my word. "Well,
the first woman ever was was Mrs Howard, an' she said we could."

"Mrs Howard your teacher?"

A look of anxiety came over Amy's pretty face again. "You won't
tell will you?"

"No, I won't tell. After all, I am your friend too, right?" The
girl nodded at this. "So we can keep secrets between us."

"Kay... Mrs Howard is my math teacher at Dietz Elementary. She's
very nice and she likes us, me and Sheila, touching her titties.
But we only do it after class, before we go home."

I felt my sex get wetter at the thought of two sweet little girls
having their hands on their teacher's titties. I wondered if this
was the woman that Phyllis was talking about?

Then I wondered how they touched this Mrs Howard's titties. "Show
me how you and Sheila feel Mrs Howard's titties," I said.

Amy opened her fanny pack and rummaged around, finally pulling
out a five dollar bill.

"Here," Amy said as she handed me the bill. "I just purchased
your titties."

I took the bill from her hand. "Purchased?" I asked as I held the
five dollars.

"Yep, that's the going rate for tittie touching," Amy replied as
she zipped up her fanny pack. "Mrs Howard worked out the price on
the app."

I smiled weakly at her as I stuffed the five in my small purse.

"Do you know what a whore is, Mrs James?" Amy asked smiling at 
me.

"Um, yes," I replied. Amy stood there waiting for me to continue.
"It's a woman who accepts money for sex."


"Yep, and it also means a woman who lets a girl play with her."
She smiled again.

"Well not really," I replied.

"Mrs Howard says so and she never lies to us. I just bought you
Mrs James so you're my whore," Nancy said proudly puffing out her
flat chest.

I stood there looking at her. Fuck she was right. I had taken her
money without even thinking about it. I could give her the five
back and walk away but I wanted to know more about this tittie
touching.

"Say it Mrs James. Say that you're my whore."

I gulped and looked at my small purse with the five in it. The
nine year-old was right, accepting money for sex made me a whore.
My cunt tingled and my stomach did flip flops and my heart raced.
I've never been this excited in a long time.

"I'm your whore," I replied as I put my small purse in my back
pocket. We were both sitting on the small round stones.

"Whose whore?" Amy asked.

I hesitated. "Amy's whore," I smiled weakly, like I didn't quite
believe it.

The girl nodded her head. "You have to stand, whore, 'cos I need
to reach up under your shirt." I blushed at the word `whore' and
stood, holding my arms away from my body slightly. I was nervous
as hell.

"No," said Amy. "Whores put their hands behind their back and I
put handcuffs on them. I like it best that way."

"But I don't carry handcuffs with me Amy" I said nervously. What
the fuck, I thought, handcuffs?

"You don't bring them silly, I do. I didn't today because we're
outside so just put your hands behind your back like you are
wearing handcuffs. But you can't move them," she added sternly.

I nodded my head as I put my hands behind my back. Then I gave a
glance round. Incredibly we were still alone. Though I could hear
the theme park and the crowds, no one was coming this way and we
were quite alone in this quiet area. I pushed my chest out a
little more. Amy grinned, stood up on the round stone seat making
her a perfect height for me and put both her hands up my t-shirt.


"I can make the butterfly move its wings," the child laughed, and
her small hands groping up my top and over my tits made the shape
move and the silver on the butterfly wings shimmer.

I laughed at her little hands, squeezing and caressing with
surprising skill, even rubbing and tweaking my nipples and I felt
juices from my slit soaking even more through my panties. Amy had
a look of concentration on her face as her hands expertly
manipulated my tits.

Then the nine year-old said, "I think Mrs Howard's a little older
than you. An' her titties are bigger and she wears this funny bra
thing."

"How funny?" I asked, a small catch in my voice as Amy's little
fingers pinched both of my now rock hard nipples simultaneously.

"Did I hurt you, Mrs James? My whores like that." The girl was
looking up at me, her pretty face furrowed with concern although
she hadn't let go of my tits - or nipples for that matter.

"No, it was very nice, Amy. You've got perfect little hands. Your
whores must be very happy when you do this."
Whores? I thought. I was getting caught up in this craziness.

"They are very happy," smiled the girl. "My whores tell me that I
am the best tittie feeler they've ever known."

The thought of this third grade teacher - older than me
apparently (though children think anyone over twenty is ancient)
being handled like this by little girls just about sent me over
the edge. I could imagine a class of little girls lining up to
take turns feeling their teacher's tits.

I asked: "The bra thing Mrs Howard wears, what is it?" I gasped
again as she tweaked both nipples.

Another look of concern on Amy's pretty face, but she hadn't
stopped working my tits in her hands. Behind me, I was gripping
my hands tight as my pleasure mounted. I tried not to, but I
couldn't help moaning as her fingers worked on me.

"She wears a sort of funny bra... It's all lace an' it's got a
hole where her thingies poke through."

"Her nipples," I said. "Her thingies are nipples."

But it was more a gasp as I thought about having a peep-hole bra
myself for times like this. Times like this? How many more times
was I planning on using the app?

The nine year old was grinning up at me. "You gonna cream, Mrs
James? My whores do."

"Cream?" I managed to ask as I sucked in my breath.

"Mrs Howard says she creams in her panties when Sheila an' me get
her all worked up." she laughed. "And the other whores call it
cumming, but that's a funny word because their not going
anywhere."

"Oh yes," I breathed, eyes closed, luxuriating in the feeling of
an orgasm from having my breasts fondled and teased and my
nipples pinched and squeezed so perfectly by a nine year-old
girl.

"Do want me to put my hand in your panties?" Amy hadn't let go of
my tits.

I opened my eyes and looked at her pretty face. "Really? D-do you
put your hands in whores' panties?"

Amy smiled brightly. "Of course silly. Mrs Howard showed me and
Sheila where to touch her. It was kinda neat to do."

"What, looking at her vagina?" I gasped again as I squeezed my
fingers.

"No, silly, her cunt, she calls it her cunt," Amy smiled at me.
"So we pinch and poke our whores' cunts." Amy was still looking
at me. "So do you want me to poke your cunt?"

"Yes," I breathed. I had to feel her fingers in my vagina.

Amy removed her right from my tit and opened her small fanny
pack.

"The going rate for cunt feeling is ten dollars." Amy said a
matter of factly.

"Okay" I replied as I caught my breath.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Mrs James?" beamed the girl as she
waved a ten in front of me.

"Oh yes" I breathed. My nipples were aching for her touch again.

"Well, since your hands are cuffed behind your back I usually put
the money in a whore's waistband. Kinda like a man would do with
a stripper. That's what Mrs Howard says."

I was wearing a simple wrap around short skirt that came between
my knees and my crotch (not the best choice for a place full of
rides I admit, but then I wasn't planning to go on many) but at
least it was right for this. I just nodded my head waiting to for
her fingers to return to my nipples.

With a big smile Amy inserted the ten into my right hip waistband
then she quickly put her right hand inside my panties a split
second later. I couldn't have planned my outfit for today any
better: the panties were loose fitting, what I call French
panties, and Amy's right hand found my sopping wet slit
immediately. Like a homing missile.

I was sorry she had let go of my titties while she looked for the
money but once she had found that hot, wet place between my legs
she returned her left hand back to my chest, working back up my
t- shirt and exercising the nipple again.

"The app also says that once we get our hands in a whore's cunt
then we can start calling her names," grinned the nine year old.

"Vagina, not cunt," I breathed as I closed my eyes enjoying the
sensation.

"Mrs Howard calls it a cunt and so does the app," Amy replied
with a stern look. "Mrs Howard doesn't lie."

"Okay, it's a cunt."

"Can I call you names then?"

"What do you mean?" I breathed hard.

"The app says women love names like `bitch', `stupid cunt',
`asshole' and `girlie lover'... are you a girlie lover Mrs
James?"

Why would any woman like to be called names like that I wondered
but I replied, "Oh yes, but this is my first time" I managed to
say as the nine year-old worked my clit and flooded even more. I
didn't really pay all that close attention.

"Well, girlie lover, I love doing this to you," she smiled as she
pinched my nipple and clit at the same time.

In spite of myself I said "Fuck!" as I came, which was about five
seconds after her fingers pinched my nipple and clit.

The nine year-old giggled and said something about it was naughty
to say that word but I didn't care. I gripped my hands so tight
that my knuckles were probably white as I let my orgasm thunder
over me, slowly settling to a raging torrent and easing to a
gentle roaring tide.

"Was that nice, whore?" the girl asked as if she knew the answer.

"Fucking perfect," I gasped, not caring whether it was naughty
word or not.

"No more naughty words, whore!" admonished the nine year old as
she removed her hand from my nipple and slapped the side of face,
making it sting a little.

"What was that for?" I said with an astonished look on my face.

"I said no naughty words whore, you don't listen very well."

To my sorrow Amy withdrew her hand from inside my panties but she
held it up, smiling at me. "Look," she said, "my finger's are all
wet an' shiny."

I could see globs of my cum on her fingers and I smiled,
forgetting the slap on my face, as the waves of delight washing
over me. "Of course, that's what happens when a lady, um, I mean
a whore gets happy from a little girl," I smiled.

"The app says that if our hands get shiny like this, that it is
up to woman to lick it off" giggled the girl as she held her tiny
in front of my face.

I had fallen back a little against the wall behind me, not sure
if my knees would hold me up much longer. The nine year old put
her hand back under my shirt, holding my tit, and it felt nice,
though by now I was beyond responding.

I watched, through dreamy eyes, as little Amy put her hand in my
mouth. I carefully licked my love slime off her fingers and the
girl just stood there watching me with a study of concentration
as I cleaned her fingers.

I had never tasted my cum before and for some reason looking at
this cutie it seemed like the right thing to do.

"Just like the app says, an older lady can't resist a young girl"
she smiled.

I smiled weakly back at her, her hand in my mouth.

Amy withdrew her hand and then reached up and wiped her hand in
my hair.

I pulled my head back. "Please don't mess up my hair," I pleaded.

"Shut up, whore, I bought you remember?" and with that she
grabbed my hair with her left hand pulling my head forward and
used the gob of hair to wipe between her fingers of her right
hand.

"You have very nice soft hair Mrs James. Just perfect for
cleaning my hand." In a moment she was finished. "Now, there is
one thing you must do for me."

"What is that?" I asked as I tried to straighten my hair and my
skirt and my shirt. Fuck, I probably looked like a mess.

The youngster unbuttoned her skimpy shorts and pulled them down
to her ankles. Gawd, she wasn't wearing any panties and my heart
skipped a beat.

"Kiss me here," she replied pointing at her ass.

"But..."

Amy turned slightly, bent over at her waist and put her hands on
her knees. "Come on, whore, we don't have all day."

I gulped.

"Spread my cheeks and kiss my little hole." the girl urged.

"But Amy," I said as I stared at her beautiful, perfectly shaped
ass cheeks, white in contrast to her tan skin.
"I will start screaming if you don't Mrs James," Amy smiled.

I quickly looked around and gulped again and nodded my head. I
bent over and spread her cheeks and stuck my face between them.
God the smell! Didn't the girl know how to wipe herself?

But I kissed and licked the little hole as Amy giggled and swayed
her ass back and forth. She was enjoying it and in an odd way I
did to.

I minute later with her little hole slathered in my spit and
kisses, she stood up. "Okay, whore, enough."

I stood up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

Amy pulled her short shorts up and jumped down from the stone
seat. "I need your panties." It was a simple statement.

"Um, why?"

"I like mementos of the whores I've been with," she said holding
her left hand out at me.

She stood there watching me. I blushed and nodded. I pulled my
panties down and removed them. I handed them over to the
youngster who stuffed them in her fanny pack. The cool breeze
coming up my skirt felt good and cooled me down a little bit.

Then we heard people nearby. "We better go, Mrs James." I
straightened my short skirt and t-shirt, hoping my nipples didn't
look too obvious, and took Amy's still damp right hand and led
her out of our sheltered place.

The other people were another woman and a child, a girl not much
older than Amy, though I didn't think as pretty. I should have
spoken, as we were the ones who had been doing delightfully
filthy things, saying something like my daughter wasn't feeling
well - but the woman beat me to it.

"Oh," she said, looking incredibly guilty as we emerged. "I was
taking, uh, Leanne here to look for... um, the toilet." She was
holding her cell phone and the way the woman colored up, the way
the child smiled at me and Amy, it was like the place had been
set aside for something like this.

I took a deep breath and went for the feeling I had. "There isn't
a toilet back there," I flicked my head back over my shoulder,
"but it is somewhere very quiet and private and, well, perfect
for anything really."

The woman, who wore owl-like dark glasses, blinked at me and then
a small smile came to her lips. She knew what I knew. "Thank
you," she said. "It's so hard to find a suitably, ah, intimate
place here."

"I know," I said. "We were lucky. Enjoy." I guided Amy past the
pair, smiling as I heard the girl say behind me, "Can we, Mrs
Lloyd?"

Amy was looking up at me, eyes round as she understood too. "Mrs
James... That woman," she whispered excitedly.
"You see her nipples? That little girl and that whore are app
users."

"Yes," I replied now looking around for my family.

"They were all hard an' big and I bet that little girl's gonna
feel them up, I think I have seen that woman somewhere before."

"I should hope so," I replied absently as we joined the rest of
the busy theme park, merging into the crowds. My family cell
phone vibrated and chimed, it was my daughter texting me saying
they were heading to a different ride.
I looked down at Amy and suddenly had an urge to get away from
her. "Thank you Amy. That was very nice." I let go of her hand.

"You have to go? I was kind a hoping that we could walk around
the park."

"Well, maybe next time," I smiled. Then added. "My family is
waiting for me."

We said our good byes and walked in opposite directions. I looked
over my shoulder at her but she never looked back as she was too
busy texting on her cell phone, contacting her next whore no
doubt and that made me a little bit jealous.

As I walked up to my family my other cell phone vibrated and
chimed. I almost pulled it out but resisted the temptation as my
family would wonder about the cell phone they've never seen
before.

It was probably another little girl contacting me.

**

Amy mentioned that she went to Dietz Elementary school... If I
remember right that is about ten miles from us I thought. A plan
started to form in my mind.

**

The end of Chapter 5